Para: A Little Fun || Betty & Wren

Excited to see her friend again, Betty put on a tank and shorts as she waited for Wren to arrive at her suite. She’d seen her during the auction house field trip, and they’d hung out directly afterward, but it’d been a minute since they actually had fun. She waited for the knock at the door, opening it with a smile. “Hello, beautiful.”

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Para: Coffee Break || Kyla & Wren

“Hi, Manny,” Kyla greeted the barista as he prepared her usual order- a vanilla bean frap with extra vanilla and two shots of espresso, plus strawberry purée and raspberry syrup to make it pink. It satisfied her on an aesthetic level as well as on a caffeine level, and it was a cold drink that was basically an adult milkshake, so it was refreshing during the day. It all combined to making it the best drink. She grabbed a straw and opened it, blowing the paper wrapper off of it and into the trashcan. “Thank you! See you soon!” She used the straw to doodle a heart into the whipped cream at the top before going to sit down; seeing someone her age and approaching her. “Hi! I haven’t seen you here before. Are you from the institute or do you live nearby?”

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Cultauge (Cult Sausage) || Van & Wren

TIMING: current. LOCATION: sly slice. PARTIES: @asirenscream & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: wren goes to sly slice seeking normalcy. she doesn't really find it, because van is the one serving her. CONTENT: none!

Van was staring down at her phone when the door opened. The silence that followed would’ve been concerning, but she was used to customers being distracted before they were finally ready to order. However, the prolonged silence stretched a little too far for her liking, and finally, she looked up to see a girl who couldn’t be much older than herself standing across from her. “Um… hi–” No, she wasn’t supposed to start with um, that wasn’t how customer service worked. 

“Hi, welcome to Sly Slice.” There, that was much better. She looked from the girl to the door, half-expecting a few of her friends to trickle in, but nobody did. “Do you… want to order?” 

Wren was supposed to be able to handle anything the new world she was introduced to her had to offer. It didn’t exactly feel like that. Her favorite thing was to simply stay home. The mere idea of being out and about made her knees shake with unrelenting anxiety that made it hard to even breathe through. Her mission for the day had been to actually talk to someone. Anyone. Someone who wasn’t a bird, at least. 

The attempt hadn’t gone well so far. Wren had spent most of the day darting between buildings and hiding, a tremble in her fingers she couldn’t quite shake. She, instead, had dug around in various dumpsters and stuffed whatever she could find in usable condition in the bag Poppy had left her. (It was a brown leather bag with scuffs all over it, but she planned on treasuring it dearly since it was Poppy’s.) The search in dumpsters didn’t result in anything for the siren to eat. Her stomach had let out a pitiful growl. It was long past time to find something to eat.

It took longer than anticipated with how Wren avoided anyone and everyone on the sidewalks, but she eventually found what seemed to be some sort of restaurant. She pulled down the sunglasses she had found in the trash over her eyes, gripping tighter onto her bag, and pushed open the door. There was a girl standing behind the counter and Wren was doing her best to not outright run out of the restaurant. 

“Hi!” Wren squeaked out, another tentative step forward was taken. She couldn’t believe there was an actual human in front of her. This was utterly terrifying. “What do… you have?” Her voice cracked in the middle. She swallowed hard before trying again, “to eat! Do you have like… um. Do you have any meat?” This was definitely how this was supposed to go. Hopefully.  

Van stared across the way at the customer, watching as she visibly trembled with every word that was spoken. Was that what she looked like to other people? God, she hoped not. “This is a pizza place…” She cleared her throat and pointed upwards to the menu that hung over her head. In case the girl couldn’t see, she grabbed one of the leaflets with the four pizza types they had available as well as the drink menu which had all off-brand soda types. 

“There’s pepperoni and sausage, if that’s what you want? I mean, that is meat, so I’m guessing that is like, what you want.” She chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched her. Van wondered why she was wearing sunglasses inside and if it had anything to do with the bright fluorescents behind her, or if it was something else. 

“There’s cheese too, so like, if you’re lactose intolerant, I do have some lactaid? I mean, I’m not supposed to give them out ‘cause I think technically they’re medicine, but… there’s also cheese, and I feel like that’s really important.” 

Just behind her, there were a few warming stations with already made pizza, most of which had meat toppings. “They’re 2.25 a slice, or 13.00 for a full pizza.” 

Wren blinked a few times behind the shades of the sunglasses. Pizza. That was… human food. Right? There was so much that she was still trying to learn. Poppy had left her behind a journal and various things to learn more about how to pass in human society. Avoiding mirrors, avoiding saying she was a siren to begin with, and more things to just help her. This definitely wasn’t in anything she was left. What was the right thing to say? Oh, she was definitely failing this self imposed mission already.

“Right. Pizza! Pizza.” Wren shaped the word in her mouth and made a face at how utterly confusing it felt to say out loud. She took a few more tentative steps toward the counter to snatch the leaflet out of the woman’s hand. “Um,” her eyes looked down to the leaflet to see just what exactly pizza was. It definitely had meat on it, but not raw meat which was how Wren tended to eat it. 

Tilting her head slightly, Wren let out a long breath before looking back up to the girl behind the counter. “Do you have, like… raw meat pizza?” That was so something humans would ask for. This was easy. Ignoring the tremble in her own words, Wren did her best to stand up straight and act like she knew just what she was doing. “I will take one of these pizza like that and that lactaid, for sure!” 

Van was so used to going into customer service mode while beneath Sly Slice’s roof that it hadn’t even occurred to her that the girl across from her seemed to be a little more disheveled than most. Recently, most people seemed that way. The town seemed to always have something going on, and Van typically stuck her head in the sand when it came around to acknowledging it. It was easier that way. She already had so much of her own life changing every day, she didn’t need to look at what else was changing. 

“Pizza!” Van threw her hands up, making jazz hands as if to reveal the word they’d both said now more than a few times. Was this the first time that the girl had had it? It seemed to be, based on the way she was confused. That wouldn’t be a first, though. There were plenty of people who’d never had pizza before. 

“Raw… meat?” Van blinked at the customer, dumbfounded by the request. It reminded her of the time that raccoons had been eating all of their sausage and she had blamed Janice. “Is that.. a thing?” She’d heard of tartar, but she didn’t think that the beef they stocked at Sly Slice was good enough for that. “Um, I don’t think that we can do that. Like, food code or something. But you can have cooked meat, if that’s what you want? Do you want… that? With the lactaid?” Van was used to getting odd requests, and raw meat was one of the ones she’d come across before, but she always tended to push them in the direction of the kinds of stuff that wouldn’t get Rocky in trouble for. 

Wren flinched in surprise at the hand motion the girl made. She blinked a few times to try to find some inner calm within herself that definitely didn’t exist. Poppy had always made jokes about the way that Wren would rather stay in the nest than take on even the slightest uptick in the winds. Waiting in a stretching silence fit her way more than even managing a response to the obviously confused girl before her. Okay, so raw meat pizzas weren’t a human thing. This was going to be really weird then. How was she supposed to dig her way out of this?

The door was looking real nice to run out of right about now.

“Um,” the sting of tears were pricking at the corners of Wren’s eyes, hidden behind the bright pink sunglasses she was wearing. “Anything can be a thing if you want it to! That’s what… um. That’s what my cousin used to say.” Her voice pitched up an octave, feeling the way her bottom lip trembled. This was so hard. Why did she have to do this? She wanted to go home. Not the stupid house Poppy left her, but her actual home.

A sniffle finally escaped Wren despite her best efforts. Her hand rubbed at her cheek anxiously. “Never mind! Don’t, um… don’t worry about it!” Her voice cracked at the end as she swallowed around the lump in her throat. 

Not quite the observant type, Van missed the way that the customer inwardly flinched. She was too confused by the request of raw meat pizza, even though by Wicked’s Rest standards, that did seem fairly normal. She thought about Dr. Kavanagh and her request to keep the mice in the freezer at the apartment she was borrowing, and how she wouldn’t put it past Regan to ask the freezer at Sly Slice either at some point. 

People were just… weird, and it was clear that this customer was no exception to that. Who was Van to judge? She was weird, too. 

What Van did notice, however, was the tremble in the girl’s voice. That sounded like Van when she was about to start crying. Was this girl about to start crying? Over raw meat pizza? Was it some kind of delicacy in her family? Did she just really need her iron? Or was it zinc… Van had no clue. She opened her mouth to speak before it was made obvious by the sniffle from the customer that she was in fact crying. 

How would somebody try and fix this situation for her? They’d probably tell her raw meat was bad for her and force her to have regular pizza, but Van wasn’t Dr. Kavanagh or Emilio. No, she was Van. A free-thinker! Somebody who liked to give people what they wanted. 

“No, um– it’s– I can give… there is sausage that I can give you? You can just buy that instead?” She didn’t think the cooks would let her request the sausage not to be cooked, but she could probably get away with swiping one of the portions without them noticing. “Is that okay? Sausage? No pizza? You don’t even need lactaid, I don’t think!” She didn’t think there was milk in sausage. 

“I can um, I can go and get it for you? I don’t know how much to charge you for it, so…” The pink sunglasses the customer wore didn’t look expensive, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have money. Again, who was Van to judge? She was more broke than most people. “Does that… work?”

The ragged breath expelled from Wren rather abruptly. This definitely would be what Poppy would call ‘a total and complete disaster from start to finish’. It was embarrassing, beyond embarrassing even. Wren didn’t know how to function outside of her colony. This was going to be her home for how long now and it was stumble after stumble in trying to get settled. Could she even ever truly get settled with how miserably she was failing in just getting here? 

It took a few sharp inhales before Wren could even manage a response. A soft warmth fluttered through her chest at the kind offer. Maybe it was just to get her to stop crying like a child, but it was still kind nonetheless. “I would… I would like that, thank you.” She all but croaked out, fingers tangling together as she gripped at them to stop their shaking before the girl. It wasn’t like she couldn’t embarrass herself further. Wren knew it was highly likely, even. 

Money, right. Poppy had left her some in the notes and advice to pass in human culture. She finally pushed the sunglasses to rest on the top of her head as she pulled her bag around to dig through. She pulled out a handful of crinkled bills. There were various ones, fives, and a ten in there. This was also another hurdle she was struggling in figuring out: what exactly the currency system was and how it worked. She would have to keep reading Poppy’s notes. “Is this enough?” A shaky hand was extended out toward the human woman. 

Van knew that maybe she should have stayed firm on this subject, should have told her that no, only cooked pizza is available. But the way she looked, even from behind those glasses– it reminded her way too much of herself. Maybe it was like she was seeing a version of herself in the mirror. A slightly taller version with longer hair, but still. 

She leaned over the counter to get a better look as the customer began to dig into her bag for what she could only assume to be money. What if she pulled out Canadian coins? What would Van tell her? Maybe she should find Thea and see if she could do an exchange of some kind. But after a moment, no, it wasn’t the Queen whose face disgraced her vision, it was one of the old men in the ugly paper. At least Canadian money looked pretty. 

“Um…” She tried to get a view of just how much money there was, but couldn’t quite see. Whatever, it’s not like Rocky hadn’t had sausage go missing before. “Hold on.” 

Van dashed into the back room, slinking towards the freezer. Their newest cook was on their phone, leaning against the opposite wall with one earbud in– completely unaware to her existence. She pulled open the fridge and grabbed one of the large bundles of sausage, tucking it under her arm before returning to the front. 

Brushing some of the hair out of her eyes, she slapped the sausage onto the counter between herself and the customer. It made a squishing sound as she dropped it down, but there it was– raw and a myriad of pinks and reds. “Is this okay? We don’t really have like…other stuff, just this.” She gave the girl a hopeful glance before she shook her head at the money. “You can um, keep that. This sausage is on the house.” How many things had been given to her for free because of the way she looked? Pitiful, even behind a pair of sunglasses. Maybe Van had it all wrong– maybe this girl needed the sausage to provide for more people than just herself, and more than what pizza could offer. 

But she’d asked for raw pizza, too. Van thought about the raccoons again and her nose twitched in response to the idea of eating the meat from the fridge. “Um… can I ask, though? Are you like, one of those heavy carnivore people? You know, like the girl on Tik tok who eats a lot of butter..?”

Wren blinked, money still outstretched in her hand. The girl told her to ‘hold on’ then all but rushed off. It wasn’t long before the girl was back with the sausage. Slowly, Wren pulled her outstretched hand back and deposited the money into her bag once more. Maybe she needed more? She plucked the sunglasses off the top of her head and dropped them into the bag, too. Maybe she’d have to use that as a payment, too. Do restaurants take sunglasses as payments? She’d have to look back at her notes or simply hope for the best. 

Clamping her mouth shut in fear that her teeth would turn into the razor sharp form they normally were, Wren observed the sausage curiously. It hadn’t even occurred to her to enthrall the woman behind the counter into giving her the food she wanted. Now the mere thought made her feel uncomfortable. It was out of the kindness of her own heart that she did this. She wasn’t sure if she’d see this girl again, but she vowed she wouldn’t ever use her abilities on her. Did she want to be friends with her? Wren never really had a friend outside of Poppy before. The other sirens in her colony thought she was too bossy or too much of a baby to be around. 

“Yes! It’s—it’s great, thank you.” Wren wiped at her damp cheeks and took the last few tentative steps to fully approach the counter. So ‘on the house’ meant no money needed. She’d have to remember that. Or remember long enough at least to put it down in her overflowing book of notes about humans she had. Her manicured nail poked at the sausage before her attention was drawn back to the girl.

“Tick… tock?” The words felt foreign and odd on Wren’s tongue. “Is that a uh… what is that?” She asked curiously. There was no way she’d be able to begin to even guess what a tick tock may be. “Um, I—I just… eat a lot of raw meat, yeah! Ever since I was a little—a little child?” That’s what adolescent humans were called. She remembered! Score one for Wren. “Do you like this butter? What do you like?” More research to be able to help her fit in. She could use this. 

Once the girl’s glasses were off, it was that much more apparent that yes, she had been crying. Van bit the inside of her cheek, suddenly feeling a little more awkward than she previously did. Was this how people felt around her? Then again, she wasn’t going around asking for raw meat. She didn’t cry over meat, it wasn’t worth it. Maybe slimjims, but never sausage. 

Half of her thought that when the customer reached forward for the sausage, she’d be infected with something– the urge to cry, maybe. As if the customer would transfer her anxiety over. Van smiled at the girl despite her inner thoughts, knowing that when someone was kind, it made the situation that much better. When people looked annoyed– that was what usually made Van cry a little harder, at least. 

“Tik Tok, it’s the… app?” She thought about Wynne and how they hardly knew anything at all, and Van began to theorize that maybe this customer was from a cult, too. A weird, raw meat eating one, but one nonetheless. Though, Wynne hadn’t liked the use of that word. “People post videos and things, and there’s a girl on there who eats a lot of meat and also like, blocks of butter.” She fiddled with a loose string on the hem of her work shirt as she explained. 

But it was being cleared up– the reason as to why she needed the raw meat. “I used to eat a lot of soup as a kid, so I guess… but I don’t think raw soup is a thing, since it’s heated? It has to be cooked.” She was sure it was out there somewhere, some version of raw soup, but it didn’t really entice her in any way. Van shook her head. “I’m not… a butter fan.” She liked butter in things, but the idea of eating it whole made her a little queasy. “What do… I like?” She pointed at herself, slightly surprised by the question. 

“Um… I like slim jims and red bulls.” Van looked down at her t-shirt and pulled the nametag forward, “my name is Van, by the way.” Maybe she could get this person’s name and connect her with Wynne. They could discuss their cults and maybe the girl across from her would no longer feel the need to eat raw meat. “Not like the car, but– like Vanessa. See? It’s scratched out.” She pointed towards where she’d taken the sharpie to the end of her name tag. 

Wren’s fingers wrapped around the sausage and awkwardly picked it up. She could feel the look she was getting from the woman and it made her want to squirm on the spot. Running away still sounded really good right now. Maybe she could take up hiding away in an alleyway again. Though, that wasn’t very comfortable or warm right now. She could run away eventually, just not yet. That wasn’t very polite or what humans considered polite at least. She remembered reading that in the book left for her. This interaction, at least, would give her something to add to the book of notes. 

“App. I see.” Wren repeated the words coming from the woman as if that would make them stick around in her brain longer. She’d have to work on her computer skills some more and figure out what exactly this ‘Tick Tock’ thing was. Whatever she needed to do to blend in. The urge to start trembling was prevalent. That was a daunting task. It meant interacting with people and doing her best to not stand out. If she could melt into the floor right this moment then she would do that. Figuring out what the heart wanted most from others was easy work, but finding out just how to keep eyes turning toward her was a big feat. She didn’t think figuring out what people wanted most would help her much on that front. 

Wren’s eyes were wide as she paid rapt attention to what the girl was telling her. If she could commit the words to be ingrained inside her head she would. She also couldn’t help but get distracted momentarily on just how kind and careful the woman was with her. It was hard to not feel like Wren was mere moments away from a meltdown, but no matter how anxiety-inducing this had been for her she felt an urge to be optimistic. It would take more than just one interaction to bring her out of this self imposed shell, but this was at least a nice, not super scary start. (Her own crying aside. That was normal for her.)

“Hi, Van.” Wren greeted, swallowing around the swell of anxiety. “Those sound like all nice things to eat. Very yummy!” She had no idea what any of them were—or what a van was outside of the kind woman she had met. “I’m Wren, like the bird. Um, I’m going—I’m going to go. Thank you very much for the free meat.” Awkwardly, Wren dropped the wrapped food into her bag and took a few staggered backwards steps toward the door. “Maybe I will be back! With um, real pizza requests!” Blindly reaching back, Wren shoved open the door and dashed out of it back toward the streets. 

A loud, sharp exhale escaped the siren as she turned down the first alleyway she came across. At least Wren had something to eat for a little bit. That had been enough adventure for one day, she decided. She still wasn’t entirely sure about how exactly to navigate the human world and the people in it, but that hadn’t been the worst start. 

“Wren, like the bird!” Van nodded, committing the name to memory. It’d be easy to remember it, and maybe Wynne would even feel the need to befriend her since their names were similar. She tucked the thought away, nodding. “They are like, really good.” Better than raw sausage. She didn’t say it outloud, gaze scanning the meat that she had already handed over. It was still a little weird, but she knew deep down that she shouldn’t judge. 

Before Van could get another word in, Wren was backtracking towards the door and pushing it open. “Please come for pizza! Your cult doesn’t control you!” She figured it was lost on Wren, as the door was already closed and she was gone. Van stood there for a moment, preoccupied by the way her chest wound tight. It’d been awhile since she’d taken control of a situation– noticed the way that somebody else might have needed reassurance. 

Now that she was alone, she felt the jitters from the conversation and she took a deep breath, easing herself back into her work routine. She’d need to tell Wynne about Wren before Wren went back to her cult and she knew it. 

relaxation [wren + kyla]

Since their first time hanging out, getting coffee, Wren knew that she wanted to spend time with Kyla again. She found her really genuine, kind and of course, absolutely beautiful, which was hard to find in a place like this sometimes. So when they began chatting again after the masquerade she could tell that Kyla needed to be able to relax and Wren was happy to help offering to give her a massage. Excitedly, she gave her first orders at Stonewall, she waited to Kyla to arrive at her door.

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Ugh. I'm watching a video about the Wren Eleanor situation on tiktok and it makes so so so sad. That poor girl had all her choice and trust stripped away. She was filmed from the moment she was born. When she goes to school, she'll be suspicious of every adult.

Real children should be kept offline. Or at least given a real choice.

Not to mention the mom's implications that women couldn't be predators. I may be a boy now, but I was once a girl.

I know this isn't my usual stuff, but I'm curious on the takes on it in the radqueer and pedo/paraphile community.

"you're a brother to me, you're my partner in crime, you're the feeling I get when I'm feeling fine" Sabine on Ezra

Ghostly Vengeance || Wren Self Para

Who: Wren Petrova

Where: Night Club in Eastland

Description: Wren performs for the first time in years, only to be met by the ghost of her ex-husband. Trigger Warnings: Domestic abuse, murder, death

Wren paced in her makeshift dressing room as she prepared for what was supposed to be a lowkey show. After ending her music career after the death of her abusive ex-husband, she was finally ready to return to it years later. Of course, being a mom and High Priestess came first, but she needed this. She owed this to her fans. She also owed it to herself. She wouldn’t be able to get back to who she was without fully healing. 

Her late husband, Ian, had broken her physically and emotionally. The physical abuse meant she couldn’t do as many shows and appearances. The emotional abuse broke her confidence and soon she would never utter another lyric for years. After his death, she wrote songs and tinkered with melodies, but never sung. 

It wasn’t until recently she had the itch for change. She wasn’t always so quiet and soft spoken and reserved. She had been famous for something other than her family name. She had been at the height of her career. Wren had felt invincible and unchallenged, in a league of her own before that marriage. Now, she had the opportunity to reclaim her life. 

The show was supposed to be small. But she had hundreds of people here for her. Loyal fans who had been waiting eagerly for her return to music. She was debuting two new songs and two from her old life. 

When she took the stage, the roar from the crowd was almost deafening. “Thank you all for coming. It’s been a while. And I’ve started working on an album that can fill in the missing blanks, but I’m happy to be back on this stage! My nerves are running wild so I’m going to need your help with these songs before I get to my new stuff.” 

Once she started singing and the crowd still knew every word, it eased her nerves and self doubt. It was like partying with several hundred old friends. Wren felt at ease on stage again. So much so that tears fell down her cheeks. “This…you all don’t know how it makes me feel that you still know all the words. These next two songs are all about reclaiming my power.” 

Wren felt her nerves but her first song Cinderella’s Dead started up. She strutted and danced across the stage making eye contact with those she could see. By the end of the song the crowd was singing the chorus with her, “I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic.” 

When the song ended she was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ve truly missed this. But we’re going to leave on a high note.” The music boomed through her ear piece, as she danced across the stage. Her song Not My Fault started up. She chuckled as she confidently sang, “Yeah I’m back bitch, are you done?” She sang with the attitude and confidence she had to adopt an alter ego to achieve. Looking out in the audience to see people dancing and smiling and enjoying the song reassured her that this was what she was supposed to be doing. 

After the show she did a brief meet and greet with several fans before she had to start settling down preparing to head home for the true celebration with Jakovan and the kids. She called him when she got off stage. “Hey Mish, I wish you could have been here! They loved the songs and they still knew every word of my old stuff!” She had tears in her eyes as she was still overcome with emotion. “I had someone taking video for you so I’ll send it in a moment. I can’t wait to be home to celebrate with you and the kids! I’m going to take a few more pictures with fans and I should be there soon! Two hours max.” 

That was the plan until a familiar face showed up. He was last in line and seeing his smiling face cause a lump in her throat. It was Hunter, Ian’s younger brother. 

“When I heard, I couldn’t believe it. You finally found your voice after everything my brother put you through,” he said. 

Wren had always liked Hunter. There were moments when she wished he had been the one she married. He was kind and sweet and he had no idea what his brother had done to her. She eagerly hugged him. “Hunter! I’m so sorry it’s been so long since we spoke I just…after everything I needed time to find some semblance of myself again.” 

“You got married again.” He sounded almost sad. 

“I did. I have two beautiful kids. Twins.” 

He grinned. “I’ve kept tabs. I’ve got the clippings. You know, I have always been proud of you. And I’ve always thought you ended up with the wrong brother. I would have protected you. Held onto every precious moment we had because when you look at someone you have this way of making them feel important and loved. I’m still chasing that and I haven’t found it.” 

Wren’s brows rose and she looked around making sure no one could overhear and misconstrue their conversation. “Would you like to come back to my dressing room to chat?” 

The guards followed them back but Wren assured them it was okay to stay outside the door. But once the door was closed behind them something was muttered and Hunter screamed out, “Wren, run!” 

Before she could react, his posture changed. The cruel smile she knew Ian to wear perched onto his lips. “Enough of that sappy shit. I knew he wanted to fuck my wife. And you were no saint. Deep down, you wanted to fuck him too. Don’t lie you little bitch.” 

Wren knew those words, that tone. Ian was in Hunter’s body. Ian had come back to harm her. She ran for the door, but it wouldn’t open. She screamed but the guards didn’t react. “Perks of my brother being a witch.” He used telekinesis to toss her against a wall. 

Her body clattered to the floor with a thud. Wren was a pacifist. She didn’t believe in violence and she didn’t know how to defend herself. But she had her babies at home. As he lifted her telekinetically again, slamming her against another wall, the fall broke her arm.

She lay there with tears streaming down her face. But she had to do something to be able to get home to her kids. She had to survive. “Coward! You used to use your hands to put me in my place. It made you feel like more of a man than Hunter, remember?” 

She had to provoke him. Get him close. She only had one shot to save herself. “You’re right. I did wish you were Hunter. Every day of our miserable marriage.” That earned her a kick to her abdomen. One and then another but she grabbed his ankle letting out all of the anger she had built up at him taking her life from her. All the anger of enduring every single beating flowed through her and came through her fingertips as her electrokinesis. Electric currents churned out of her, shocking him over and over, but she hadn’t used the ability defensively and she didn’t know how much was too much when he fell to the ground limp. She crawled to the door, using her magic reversal to remove the spell that kept her locked in and the guards unable to hear her. 

When Hunter’s body didn’t move and when she didn’t see his chest rising and falling, Wren sobbed. What had she just done? She had killed Hunter while trying to keep Ian away from her. 

She didn’t dwell. Her mind raced as did her tears for having to use violence and having to kill. She might have been the nice, quiet pacifist, but she was still a Hartwell. Wren knew what she had to do now. She formed a plan and one thing was for certain she had to keep Jakovan and Westland out of it. This night had too much buzz around it to involve him now. She made a call to the one person who she knew could help her - Olivier. 

Strip and Worship | Para

Who: JB Jones and Wren Hummel @switchingwren When: October 13th Where: JB's suite Notes: During locktober, praise kink, body worship, massage, striptease

JB By the time she heard the knock on the door, JB had already showered and put on only a robe to cover her naked body. She opened the door and allowed Wren in and made their way quickly to JB's play room. She had borrowed everything she didn't already have and had set up lotions, oils, and anything else they might need. She sat on the padded bench and looked over the new girl. "Alright, darling. Let's start with a strip show," she said, using a remote to turn on some simply, sexy music for ambiance.

WREN Wren had loosed up a bit after her first experience with someone at Stonewall had come to pass. She had fun with Nate so she believed that the same would happen with JB. She knocked on her door promptly before 6pm dressed in a pair of light wash, loose fitting jeans and a red crop top, she knelt until the door was answered. Once it was, she followed the Domme into her playroom where she looked around at everything it had to offer. A bit of everything made her even more excited. A strip show she thought to herself, she didn’t have a lot of rhythm but she would definitely do her best. “Yes m’am,” She felt the beat for a moment, closing her eyes to help her feel her confidence and turn it into sexy. Feeling good, she began by unbuttoning her pants, swaying her hips to the rhythm as she pulled the denim down slowly revealing her locked belt. Before the pants came all the way down she left them just below her butt and turned it to face the other girl, rocking it back towards her and smiling over her shoulder while she did. After a little tease, the pants came all the way off and she kicked them to the side. “Am I doing okay, miss?” She looked to JB for reassurance.

JB JB's eyes watched Wren intently, they way her body moved as she slowly stripped out of her clothes. "Oh you're doing wonderfully, good girl," she promised, licking her lips as more and more of Wren's skin became exposed. Soon the girl was naked and JB gave her a gentle clap, "Beautiful, sweet girl." She peeled off her own robe and laid down on the bench. "Alright, sweetheart, start with the oil. It heats up when you blow on it," she said with a wink as Wren came closer.

WREN Wren began to feel more confident as JB praised her. Now that her lower half was bare, she teased at the hem of her shirt a few times before she pulled it up over her head revealing a black satin bra. She ran her hands over her breasts to the back of her straps and removed that item as well leaving her completely nude with a smile. “Thank you, Miss,” she replied with a nod. Moving closer as JB removed her robe she was excited to see the other woman’s body for the first time. She was stunning and Wren couldn’t wait to get her hands on her. Grabbing the oil she placed a good amount in the palm of her hand and blew on it to warm it up before rubbing it between her hands. “Where shall I start?”

JB JB hummed over the options, "I think we start along the arms and shoulders and you can work your way down," she offered.

WREN “Sounds excellent miss,” she says with a soft voice. Rubbing the oil between her palms and warming it up again with her breath, she placed her hands on JB’s shoulders placing her oil along the skin massaging it in alternating between strong and light touches. She then moved along her arms and down to her wrists, slowly enjoying every inch of the woman’s skin.(edited)

JB "That's a good girl," she hummed, quickly feeling Wren's oiled hands work against her shoulders, low moans purring from her lips. "Oh that's a good girl," she continued, focusing on every inch of her body Wren put pressure on.

WREN Enjoying the praise, she continued working down onto the woman’s chest. “God you’re just —“ she could barely get the words out she was so entranced by the woman’s features. Her soft skin warming under each touch. “You’re stunning.” Wren finished her sentence finally as she massaged the woman’s breasts with her hands.

JB "Oh?" she hummed, closing her eyes a minute and enjoying Wren's wonderful fingers into her skin. Her body was feeling fierce and fiery as the oil heated against her skin under Wren's touch. "You may use your mouth if you'd like, sweet girl," she hummed, opening her hazy eyes to watch Wren above her.

WREN "Please?" She whined wanting to put her mouth on the woman's skin, craving to be closer to her. She pressed her lips to JB's collar bone, then to her breasts, following to her stomach and hips taking in every inch of her as possible. Though her lips were kissing the other's hips her hands were massaging the woman's thighs and enjoying the time she had to purly worship her body.

JB "Yes, such a good girl confirming so nice," she hummed, humming softly as she felt Wren's lips toy against her skin. She gasped excited as Wren reached her breasts, one of her favorite spots to be toyed with. Her body arched off the bench as Wren played with her breasts, and massaged closer to her core. "That's a good girl," she moaned, licking her lips as she breathed heavily in excitement. "Keep going. I want to feel your fingers inside me."

WREN “Yes, Miss,” she confirmed through kisses to her soft skin, licking up the insides of her thighs. She could feel herself aching to have her lock off, her pussy dripping from the pure intensity of everything JB was. Massaging her breasts a bit more and taking her nipples into her mouth she swirled each around for a moment before she allowed her fingers to trace along the other’s pussy and clit. Teasing it lightly with her fingers she could tell her Domme was willing her for more; once she knew JB was wet she slid her two fingers into her curling slightly upward. “Oh my god,” Wren moaned out, “I’ve missed this feeling.”

JB JBs body was completely on fire as Wren delicately, but directly played with her body. Her fingers and tongue were doing completely different things but ending in the same result. “Oh yes,” such a good girl,” she moaned as she felt wrens fingers inside her. “Harder, sweetheart, move those fingers harder and faster.”

WREN She began pumping her fingers into her deeper and more quickly, the speed picking up as she got more excited at what she was doing. “You’re incredible Miss,” she managed to get out.

JB “Oh fuck yes,” she moaned loudly as wren followed her instructions so beautifully. JB moaned and moved wildly, feeling her toes start to curl and the explosion ready to erupt. “Oh keep going keep going,” she encouraged loudly, her body finally convulsing as she cried loudly, screams echoing off the walls as she came, her body shaking in pure delight. “Oh fuck!” She moaned and panted heavily, smiling up at her. “Good girl. Now you’re going to use your tongue where your fingers are.”

WREN Wren loved how she could tell that she was providing such pleasure to JB. Continuing her movements right as she found the perfect spot for the other girl she hummed happily taking in the sight of her ecstasy. “Yes m’am.” Placing her head between the woman’s luscious legs and running her tongue along her folds until she was inside of her.

JB "Oh that's a good girl," she said, voice shaking with excitement as Wren's mouth started working over her sensitive clit and core. "Oh very good, such an obedient, sweet girl," she moaned, the tail end of her last orgasm still going on as her body shook and she could feel the heat already begin to rise again.

WREN She tried so hard to not focus on herself in these moments, though of course she was dripping and wanting the touch of another — this was about JB. She was pleasing her and that was everything right now. “I’m your good girl, miss.” She replied momentarily before her tongue was back on the woman.

NATE "Mmm, yes my good girl," she moaned as she felt Wren's mouth returned to her core, sucking against her wet, sensitive clit. "Oh just like that, such a good girl for me," she moaned louder, the heat starting to burn her from the inside out and climbing her to her next orgasm. "Oh fuck! Just like that," she cried before spilling over again, her toes curling and body shaking heavily as she came again, squirting against her face and down her chin.

WREN With that confirmation she got excited. She swirled her tongue around her sensitive area, smirking with happiness knowing she was doing everything well. JB came through her climax again and this time it left Wren’s face covered. Pulling herself away she looked up at her Domme smiling at her showing her face drenched with her. “Thank you,” she replied, her tongue licking up what she could.

JB JB was breathing heavily for what felt like ages as Wren pulled herself off JB and looking lustfully over her. "Such a good girl," she said sitting up further and pressing a kiss to Wren's forehead. "I am very, very satisfied. Too bad I can't return the favor," she teased, rubbing over the belt against her. "Poor thing," she teased with a smile. "But you did so good for me, beautiful girl. So, what can I do for you? A little aftercare maybe?"

WREN “Thank you for this opportunity, Miss,” she said before she practically whined as she was touched over the belt that deprived her of touch. “Maybe when I get this thing off?” She asked sweetly already aching for someone to be inside of her. “I would love some water and maybe just some kisses if you don’t mind? I’m so touch deprived I just need some.”

JB JB smiled at her softly with a nod, "Sure thing. Come with me," she said, guiding Wren to her bedroom and pulled down the blankets for the girl to climb in. "You get in here, I'll be right back with that water," she said before heading off to the kitchen. She returned quickly, handing Wren a bottle and sliding into bed with her, letting Wren cuddle up next to her. "There we go," she hummed, patting gently at Wren's hair. "That's a good girl."

WREN Wren followed her to the bedroom, getting under the blankets in the bed as instructed. Taking the bottle of water from her before cuddling herself into the other’s arms. She took a few sips of the water and let herself relax with some deep breaths. “I was good, right?” She questioned.

JB JB nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of her forehead. "Oh you were very good, sweetheart. I enjoyed myself very much. Did you?"

WREN She sighed sweetly into the kiss that was placed on her, “I can definitely say the same, I’m lucky I got to serve you, Miss” Wren confirmed looking into the other’s eyes, her hand resting on JB’s chest.

Desperate | Nate and Wren

Who: Nate Mantle and Wren Hummel @switchingwren When: October 7th, 2023 Where: Nate's Room What: Scene during Locktober. No known TWs.

NATE Right on time, he heard the knock on the door and answered to see Wren kneeling beautifully at his door. "That's a good girl," he hummed with a polite smile, opening the door to let her in. "Let's get started on the couch," he offered, allowing her to meet him there while he sat and she knelt in front of him. "Alright, so my rules," he began, "One, i expect you to use your safe word should you need it. Two, don't ever lie to me. Three, I will cuddle for after care but I don't share my bed for over nights. Four, i don't kiss, though lips on other parts of the body are fine. Five, You will use my title at all times and appropriate ones are Daddy or Sir. Any questions yet?"

WREN Wren was plenty nervous about seeing Nate, this was her first experience with anyone since coming to Stonewall. But after speaking with Nate she could tell she would be comfortable with him to enjoy herself despite it being Locktober. After she made her way to his suite she knelt at his door waiting for him. She loved being praised so when he began with that her nerves lightened. When she was in the room with him and kneeling at his feet while he sat on the couch she took in his rules. All of which did make sense and she was happy that he was so willing to explain exactly what he was looking for. Being sure to take a mental note of everything he said she replied, “Yes sir, I understand. I prefer to use the stop light system for my safe words just so you know.” Looking up at him she was in awe of just how hot he was in person.

NATE Nate nodded, "I appreciate that. That's my favorite way too," he smirked as his tongue crossed his lips. "alright, so remind me, we wanted to focus on...what exactly today?" he asked, running his hand through his hair.

WREN She waited patiently at his feet, happy that they were both on the same page with their safe words. “We are here for you to take advantage of my situation. For me to pleasure you in any way you want.”

NATE Nate nodded, "and remind me your thoughts on dirty talk or name calling?" he asked, "And while you do that, you can strip for me," he added quickly, settlign back into the couch to watch the show.

WREN “Yes sir,” she replied as she stood up onto her feet, first taking her shirt up over her head, “I love dirty talk and name calling,” she admitted as she unhooked her laced black bra revealing her breasts. “Dirty talk I am especially fond of. Name calling would just depend on what I’m being called.” Following, she pulled down her shorts at the same time leaving her only her locked bottom half for him to see.

NATE "Alright," He murmured, "So which names should I stay away from?" he asked as his eyes continued to watch the simple show in front of him.

WREN She pulled her hair down out of the pony tail it was in, “Pet,” wren felt a shiver, “That’s my biggest one that I would not be called, sir.” Her brown hair flowing down below her shoulders, she caressed her body as she looked him in the eyes.

NATE Nate nodded, "Understood. So things like, needy or dirty slut or whore - those alright?" he confirmed, but making a mental note about the particular name she didn't like. Soon, Wren was naked in front of him, other than her belt and Nate smiled evily. "Well, you're looking to pleasure me, right?" he asked, pulling his long length from the top of his shorts to show it to the other, "So come get me nice and hard, then."

WREN She smirked happily at the words that came out of his mouth. “Yes, those are completely okay with me. Thank you for asking, Sir.” Once her orders were given she nodded moving closer to him, still on her knees between his, “Yes, Daddy.” Taking his length in her hand her eyes flashed up at him as she pressed a soft kiss to the top of his large member before wrapping it with her mouth taking slow bobs from top to bottom.

NATE He eased into the couch as Wren crawled closer, settling herself between his legs. He moaned feeling her warm mouth around his length, wasting no time which was not something he got enough of. "Damn, taking that cock like a pro," he groaned as he felt her cheeks begin to suck against him.

WREN She rested her hands on his thighs as his member hardened under her warmth. She hummed in pleasure a smirk coming across her face as he complimented her work. God she loved that. Wren tightened her mouth around him, pressing herself deeper onto him.

NATE "Oh fuck," he growled again, feeling her push more and more onto his length. Surprising, honestly, most new girls struggle with the sheer size of him, but Wren wasn't the least bit concerned. "That's right, show me how much you love that cock, little whore," he growled, gripping a hand into her hair to encourage her to slurp him harder and faster. "C'mon, slut. Choke on that cock."

WREN He was large and there was no way of denying it. As his member grew harder she found herself struggling a little bit more than usual, though it had been a while since she had given anyone head. Powering though she got excited when he pressed her down willing her to move faster. She tightened up her mouth around him and began sucking faster, the drool falling out of her mouth sloppily when she managed to press him all the way to the back of her throat. Gagging for a moment before coming up for air, “I love your cock daddy,” she smiled with pleasure.

NATE He growled in delight as he watched the girl swallow him further, starting to gag and choke on him a bit. Her face was already becoming a mess when she came up to speak, the lust blown eyes looking up at him as she spoke. "Then show me," he hummed, pushing her head back down onto him and holding it still as he thrusted upwards several times into her throat. He held onto her hair as he pulled her off, giving her another chance to breathe as drool fell from her mouth and tears started to pool in her eyes. "Dirty little whore, you can't get enough of daddy's cock can you?" he asked with a laugh, teashing her lips with the tip of his length again.

WREN Show me made her wild, wow did she wish she didn’t have this lock on because she could tell she was wet from his words alone. He pressed into her and she could feel him hitting the back of her throat. Catching her breath with a smile, her face was dripping from him. “No I can’t Daddy,” she traced her tongue along his member, kissing it at the top before placing it back into her mouth and sucking again, her hand at the base working up and down along with her.

NATE Watching her still want to devour him was making him crazy and he suddenly realized why everyone hated Locktober so much. "I can not wait until you're out of that fucking thing," he growled, watching and feeling as she started working his cock again. He was thickening inside her mouth, and the finale was well on it's way. "Tell me where you want Daddy's cum, whore," he growled, pulling her off again so she could speak, "You wanna swallow it, or do you wanna wear it?"

WREN “Me too Daddy, I can’t wait until I can feel you inside me,” she confirmed bobbing back onto him, her pussy dripping at this point craving for him to be in her but knowing she couldn’t have him. Getting pulled off by her hair she contemplated which she would rather have, “I want to wear it, please. Put you all over me.”

NATE "Good answer," he said, pushing himself back into her mouth, thrusting hard into her throat, listening to her gag and choke on him as he quickly came to his climax. With a loud moan he pulled out, stroking himself against her face, the white ribbons of his climax splashing and painting against her face. "Oh fuck yes!" he moaned, feeling ever moment of complete bliss.

WREN Before she had a chance to answer she was back gagging on him with every motion he thrusted into her mouth. She looked up at him with large doe eyes pleading for him to dress her with his ropes. Her face covered in him she smiled brightly, proud of what she had done. She licked what she could off of her lips to taste him, “That was so hot Daddy.”

NATE He smirked at her, her pretty face looking up at him with her cum covered face. He reached his hand down under her chin and gave her a small pat underneath. "What kinda of things do you find calming for after care, darling?"

WREN Smiling up at him because she felt as though his pat on the chin was praise enough, she replied, “A warm rag and a cup of water would be amazing first. Then, just a little bit of time in your arms, please, Daddy,” Her voice was soft and kind.

NATE Nate smirked back with a nod, "Stay," he said softly and got up to get two bottles of water and a warm, soft rag. "Here, bottle is better, though i'm from Michigan so I have issues trusting tap water," he joked, and used the rag to softly clean her face. "How's that, darling?"

WREN Coming down from everything her breaths slowed when he handed her the water, “completely fair,” she laughed at his joke. She took a few sips of water and felt herself relax while her face was being wiped down. “Great, thank you,” Wren replied with a soft smile.

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→ wren and jasper cantwell's home, claret park. self-para.

CJ had never felt like this in Wren’s home before. The living room in her spacious Claret Park home — an area that normally exuded warmth and comfort — was fraught with tension, not helped by Wren’s icy glare from where she stood, leaning against the grand bookcase opposite CJ, sandwiched in between uncomfortable seeming Emery and Jasper.

“Are you sure it’s a real marriage certificate?” She had asked, the first words spoken in over ten minutes when he had broken the news of him and Seb getting married.

“Yeah, it’s like stamped…and everything.” CJ confirmed, shifting slightly. Beside him, Jasper softly sighed. 

Wren squeezed her eyes shut for a second, opening them and shaking her head.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Ceej?” She demanded. He opened his mouth to answer, but she cut him off before he had a chance to explain himself. “No, you weren’t thinking. You never fucking think!” 

“Wren —,” Jasper began, and it almost sounded like he was about to defend his brother-in-law. However, her glower had him shut up quickly.

It made CJ’s gut churn uncomfortably then, because he did think. He thought about work, he thought about his family, he thought about his friends. 

“People do it all the time…” Was his only defense, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. And it wasn’t, because he and Seb were best friends and adults. Who cared that, according to the state of Nevada, they were husband and husband?

“So?!” Wren snapped, “The general American population is full of idiots, CJ!” She let out another sigh, squeezing the bridge of her nose with her fingers. “Look, this would have been fucking cute or whatever if you were twenty-one, but my god, you are in your thirties now and it’s embarrassing.” 

“What does my age have to do with it?” CJ asked, brow furrowed in confusion. Emery next to him shook his head, as if to beg CJ not to pick a fight; always one to keep the peace, but it seemed like Wren had no patience for peace today.

“You’re thirty-two years old, Carter.” And he winced at the use of his full name. No one ever full-named him. “You’re a college dropout, you work two shitty dead-end jobs to pay for rent in a rundown shithole you share with two other people who are just as bad or as arguably worse in your stupid fucking antics. You have no basic skills such as cooking or cleaning, or insurance. Or savings. You come over every week high as shit and the stench of weed stuck to you lingers long after you leave. Not to mention the shit that you take when you have your stupid fuck-boy-frat-bro ragers that you are way too old for. And now you just got drunkenly married in Vegas! Your life is a fucking mess, Carter. You need to grow the fuck up!” As Wren listed everything allegedly wrong with CJ’s life, she pointed her finger at him for emphasis, each item causing him to flinch. He could recall briefly Emery and Jasper interjecting to calm her down, to no avail, but he couldn’t focus.

Wren had expressed her dissatisfaction with how he had been living his life recently, but he didn’t know how deep it ran. How each word in her voice was laced with resentment. He didn’t respond immediately, and she ran her fingers through her hair, nodding over at Jasper, who said he’d get the company lawyers to look into annulling the marriage, discussing covering the costs of it, just sat there mulling over her words.

If his own sister saw him that way, how did everyone else? His friends? His fucking roommates? Was the fucking mess what Todd saw all those months? For the first time in his entire life, CJ was struggling to breathe, but managed to stand, the shakiness of his legs unfamiliar and disconcerting.

“CJ, sit down.” Wren barked, but he set his jaw, shaking his head.

“No.”

She sighed, and he could see the comment as it whirred through her brain, traveling to leave her lips. Probably something about him being a petulant child. He spoke up before she could further hurt his feelings.

“You’re right, Wren, I’m thirty-two years old. And a lot of thirty-two year olds are still, like, figuring it the fuck out or whatever. But if you want me to grow up, then don’t help me. I can handle sorting my marriage with Seb out myself.” Somehow, he managed to make his way to the doorway of the living room, shooting his family an uncharacteristically dirty look.

“And for the record, there’s much worse people to be married to out there. I’m lucky I married my best friend, and not some dude who knocked me up in college.” It was a low blow, sure, but Wren had crossed the line first. He also wanted to point out Ty, who was scary, and Emmy, who was married, was also in Vegas that week, and both of them would have been much worse people to marry. 

“Ceej —,” Emery began, his own voice sounding shaky, like he was about to cry. CJ felt momentarily guilty, wondering if he was accidentally dredging up memories of their parents for the younger of the Welford siblings.

“CJ,” Wren said, voice sounding tired, but no less angry, “I swear, if you walk out that door —,”

“You’ll what, Wren? Cut me off? Call me names? Fuck you, I’m over it. I’m over you dictating over my life because you think you have authority because you’re the oldest.” He snapped. “Catch you later, Em. And Jasper it’s been…”

His brother-in-law shrugged in response. It was probably the most amicable the two had ever been.

And without another word, CJ stormed out of the house, ignoring Everly and Lydia — crouched on the upper landing attempting to spy in on the family meeting — calling after their uncle. It didn’t matter he didn’t have a ride home, that he’d have to trek back to the apartment by foot, he relished in the alone time to just think.

Was he wasting his life? Was he supposed to go on to do bigger and better things? Was he that much of an idiot he had found pleasure in the little things and a simple life?

CJ didn’t realize he was crying until he could taste the salt of the tears running down his cheeks to his mouth, sniffling all the way home, glad that neither Jeanie or Seb were in the living area when he eventually got home.

He hoped Jeanie would never kick him out. He didn’t know if he’d feel like he’d belong anywhere else. 

Climbing under his covers, uncaring if Professor Murderclaws had been in that day, hoping he had so he could blame his tears on his allergies, and stared up at his bedroom ceiling. Maybe it was all a sign, maybe he had to change. 

Become the person he was expected to be.

He sighed, thinking back to Seb in the next room. Step one, he thought to himself, annul the marriage. Frowning as he forced himself to drift off to sleep, he amended his plan. Step one, google what ‘annulment’ meant. Step two, annul his and Seb’s marriage. 

It’d all be okay in the end. For CJ, a true optimist no matter what, it simply had to be.

Or he just blew up his life for nothing.

O Herdeiro Roubado (Herdeiro Roubado - Vol. 1) – Holly Black

Descrição do livro

Oito anos após os acontecimentos da trilogia O Povo do Ar, as intrigas e traições do universo de Elfhame estão de volta em O herdeiro roubado, primeiro livro da nova duologia de Holly Black, autora best-seller mundial e um dos maiores nomes da fantasia na atualidade.

Uma nova aventura se inicia em Elfhame! O príncipe Oak já não é mais apenas o irmãozinho de Jude. Agora ele é um jovem adulto em busca das próprias batalhas e paixões. Não por acaso, seu caminho se cruza novamente com o de Suren, a pequena rainha da Corte dos Dentes, que um dia já foi sua prometida.

Os dois parecem destinados a se encontrar em épocas conturbardas. Dessa vez, Lady Nore, da Corte dos Dentes, tomou posse da Cidadela da Agulha de Gelo, e usa uma antiga relíquia para criar monstros de graveto, neve e carne para realizar suas vontades e ajudá-la em sua vingança.

A única que pode é Suren, filha de Lady Nore e única pessoa com o poder necessário para comandá-la. No entanto, a menina fugiu para o mundo dos humanos, onde vive como uma selvagem na floresta, solitária e assombrada pelos traumas vivenciados na Corte dos Dentes.

Ela acredita que sua existência já foi esquecida, até que Bogdana, a bruxa da tempestade, surge em seu encalço. Por sorte, Suren (ou melhor, Wren) é salva por ninguém menos que o herdeiro de Elfhame, que aos dezessete anos se tornou um jovem extremamente belo, charmoso e... manipulador.

Oak está em uma missão que o levará até a Cidadela da Agulha de Gelo e precisará da ajuda de Suren, mas, caso a jovem aceite, sua primeira tarefa será proteger o próprio coração dos sentimentos que um dia já nutriu pelo príncipe.

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general.

nome completo: theodosia wren montanaro di sanctis

título real: princesa e herdeira da alemanha

apelidos: theo, thea, dodo (somente a sua mãe)

data de nascimento: 07/10/1998 (vinte e três anos)

zodíaco: sol em libra, lua em touro e ascendente em leão

gênero: cis-feminino

sexualidade: heterossexual (bissexual)

aesthetics: hematomas, anotações e post-it, velas de canela e abóbora, cardigans, estrelas cadentes. 

clubes e extracurriculares: pratica muay thai, participa dos clubes de debate e comitê de eventos e faz hipismo.

família: anelise wren di sanctis (mãe, rainha regente), wolfgang wren montarano (pai, rei consorte, falecido). 

skeleton

appearance.

altura: 158cm

estilo do cabelo: quase sempre theodosia está com o cabelo preso em um rabo de cavalo, ou um coque, para os fios não atrapalharem o rosto - somente a franja cortininha para não atrapalhar a visão. se ela está de cabelo solto, é porque tem algo que precise mais seriedade.  

cor do cabelo: castanho médio quase escuro

cor dos olhos: é um castanho médio

cicatrizes: ela tem a cicatriz na no ombro, vinda de uma queda de cavalo, onde arrancou um pedaço de pele.

marcas de nascença: não possuí

tatuagens: tem uma tatuagem de borboleta, na nuca, que é escondida quase sempre pelo cabelo - e que a matriarca sequer imagina que ela tem.

piercings: não são bem piercings, mas ambas as orelhas tem mais de um furo, além do tragus e helix serem furados, sempre com jóias de ouro.

mental.

traços positivos: confiante, competitiva, idealista, charmosa, independente, determinada, corajosa, 

traços negativos: teimosa, egocêntrica, arrogante, ambiciosa, impaciente, impulsiva, e instável

hobbies: cavalgar, fotografia, cerâmica, ioga

hábitos: coçar a cabeça quando está anisosa (até machucar ou sangrar), morder o interior da bochecha para controlar a raiva, cantarolar cantigas infantis para não brigar.

vícios: não possuí.

gostos: dias de sol, roupas exclusivas, conjunto de colares, rolinhos de canela, nascer do sol, argila com água. 

desgostos: comida fria, gritos e bagunça, cheiros florais (lavanda, rosas e etc), luzes altas.

about germany.

após o fim da primeira guerra, o império de kaiser wilhelm ii se viu obrigado a perder força, dando espaço a nova onda libertária, conhecida como democracia. apesar de todos crerem que aquilo seria uma nova onda de esperança para o país, fora completamente ao contrário. a segunda guerra veio, com ela, uma crise política e financeira se instaurou e fora necessário recorrer aqueles que tinham preservado suas riquezas porém aberto mão do poder político, conforme o povo havia pedido. para a família di sanctis, segunda na linha de sucessão, devido ao antigo rei não ter deixado herdeiros para o trono, a sua irmã, viktoria o abdicou, alegando ter herdeiros para que pudessem perpetuar o sangue real. viktoria dera a luz à três meninas: anelise, frieda e berta, mas somente a primogênita fora sortuda o suficiente para vencer a gripe e assumir seu lugar por direito. 

como uma boa marionete dos tios e temendo inflamar uma guerra (desnecessária), anelise acabou se casando com um primo nobre, wolfgang, e juntos eles pareciam um casal perfeito - apesar da pouca idade da mulher e consideravelmente avançada de seu esposo. apesar do que muitos diziam, anelise era graciosa e reinava com pulso firme, suas decisões eram altruístas e sempre pensando em seu povo. aprendeu a gostar, amar, wolfgang e não fora por falta de tentativas que tentaram dar um herdeiro ao povo. os anos iam passando e as coisas não pareciam estar bem entre o casal, que a cada nova perda se degradava ainda mais. a esperança renasceu quando anelise ficou grávida, mas wolfgang estava doente demais, deixando uma rainha regente e sua filha sem um esposo e pai. 

biography.

choros e sorrisos. foi a primeira coisa que se ouviu após o grito estridente de theodosia quando a rainha anelise lhe deu a luz, em uma das noites frias de outono. era um choro alto, como se estivesse reivindicando a atenção da mãe desde seu nascimento - ela vai ser para sempre minha! e fora assim. anelise, nos primeiros anos, não tirava os olhos de sua filha, sempre a levando para todos os cantos, acompanhando seu desenvolvimento pleno e participando ativamente. mesmo que ficasse cansada com facilidade, a regente jamais negou nenhum pedido da filha de brincar de casinha, ir até a casa da árvore, uma tarde de chás; era até mesmo capaz de desmarcar qualquer compromisso, mesmo relevante, se fosse para atender aos pedidos da sua criança. o que por muito tempo, fora bom. theodosia não sentia falta de um pai, mesmo que visse as pessoas com aquela figura, não fazia falta pois sua mãe sempre fizera questão de estar presente. 

aos poucos, aquilo fora mudando. o cenário, mesmo que favorável para a pequena, quase minúscula, família real, era um pouco delicado. era somente as duas dentro de um castelo enorme, com muitos guardas, seguranças, criadas e tudo para atendê-las. a rainha começou a se ausentar para com theodosia e ser mais ativa perante seu reino. em alguns momentos a filha não entendia, até porque ficou acostumada a ter a presença da mãe em todos momentos que a requisitava. e foi naquele momento que compreendeu - a coroa vinha antes de qualquer coisa.

o tempo passou a ser seu melhor e pior amigo. enquanto utilizava as horas disponíveis para aprender línguas, geografia, política, matemática, também usufruía para artes, como cerâmica e momentos que podia se desprender de sua casca de princesa herdeira e ser apenas uma jovem. crochê parecia algo que chamava a sua atenção e após implorar muito para sua mãe, começou a frequentar as aulas para jovens. nos primeiros dias era legal, todos pareciam animados em ter a princesa como colega. até os comentários maldosos começarem a surgir. “ ela não parece nada a rainha ”, “ muito menos o antigo rei ” e as mais diversas crueldades que uma criança de onze anos não deveria escutar sobre seu falecido pai. os cochichos começaram a ficar mais altos, virando conversas claras e altas, para quem quisesse ouvir. em um momento de descontrole, theodosia enfiou uma das agulhas na mão de uma das colegas. 

começou a ficar reclusa, porque seus ouvidos agora captavam facilmente as coisas que os outros diziam sobre si e a veracidade de sua paternidade. nunca expressou nada para a rainha, ela já havia mais coisas a se preocupar. os rumores eram apenas aquilo, rumores. haviam outras coisas mais importantes para serem resolvidas - como a figura da próxima regente perante ao seu povo. e antes mesmo de entrar na adolescência, já havia papéis importantes para exercer. cada vez mais assumia responsabilidades, que conseguia descontar somente dentro de um tatame de treino, escolhendo muay thai como seu foco. foram incontáveis as horas que despendeu apenas socando algo fingindo que eram aqueles que a queriam apunhalar pelas costas. 

e em pouco tempo, anelise estava irreconhecível. mesmo que os problemas sempre existissem, agora pareciam consumir a matriarca como nunca antes. theodosia se viu posta na linha de frente para assumir assim que fizesse dezoito anos, uma das mais jovens a assumir, quando fora chamada para a academia. apesar de dizer que queria ficar em terras alemãs, sua mãe fora a primeira a incentivar a ter outros contatos, além daqueles diplomatas que exercera por anos. talvez precisasse mesmo de novos ares, um golpe republicano era tudo o que não queriam e sabia que sua mãe não aguentaria caso algo acontecesse. 

An Ongoing Effort to Index This Blog

You’re probably here for reference material! Here’s a tag list to hopefully make finding that easier!

Before I get into the tag lists, a note on my Editorial Policy, such as it is:  I truly appreciate corrections, warnings about bloggers/writers operating in bad faith, etc! But if you’re contacting me with actionable info please come off anon or leave me some other way to get hold of you, so I can follow up if I need more info! I don’t post or reblog incorrect or hateful material on purpose, which means if I missed something I probably need more information!  I’m happy to keep a convo private if asked, I just need to be able to verify my sources. 

That out of the way! The tags!

(I had all these linked before accidentally deleting this post once; it's going to be a While before I can repair those links. If you want to find any of these , just go to pilferingapples.tumblr.com/tagged/name of tag and it should work!) Les Miserables Specific: -BrickClub: former readthroughs - LM X.X.X (as in: LM 1.2.3): chapter specific tags -Fandom 101: stuff that’s hopefully useful for people just starting to look around ; if there’s something not here you think would be useful, let me know! -Fashion,or:  Canon Era Fashion : what it says on the tin - Les Misereference: a general tag of all kinds of things , if you just wanna binge canon-era reference - (Character) relevant: references and commentary specifically relevant to one character.  Note that this includes “barricade relevant”, “Amis relevant” as a group, and, yes, “sewer relevant” - (character) talk: discussion of a character/concept , like “ Grantaire Talk”  or “sewer talk”  -what’s the meta for:  a general catchall tag for analysis discussion; mostly older stuff- Paris in Canon Era:  historical info for the True Main Character ; incl. sewers, schools, etc  - maps : They Are Maps - FRev :  goofy fannish stuff and silliness about the French Revolution - FRENCH REVOLUTION: actual historical/ analytical posts about the French Revolution (NOT when Les Mis is set, but hugely influential!)  -Women in the Revolution: what it says! historical /analyses stuff about women in various revolutions and uprisings, though mostly the 1830s and the Frev.  Romanticism Specific:  - Actual Romantics : stories and histories on members of the French Romantic movement -Four People and a Shoelace: specifically about the Petit Cenacle/Jeunes France crew -Hugolania: trivia and random Hugo homages/commentary/fandom stuff. Because Hugo always  had a fandom. more, doubtless, as I think of them! Adaptations: - Les Mis Stage : things about /from the stage musical  -Les Mis Dallas, Dallas Les Mis :  the 2014 Dallas Theater Center modernized production -Les Mis 2012 : things about/from the 2012 musical movie  -Shoujo Cosette: the 52-episode anime; characters from this sometimes just get tagged SC(character)  -Les Mis Arai:  the multivolume manga - Other Adaptations : what it says on the tin , including other musical adaptations, movies, and tv shows  Fanwork Specific -(Character) art:  exactly what you’d expect  - Canon era fic :..again… - Modern AU : rarely needed, but sometimes! -Fic Rec, Ficrec-what it says  Character/ Group/ Ship/Pairing tags, when not just a character’s name : - The Pontmercy Friend: Marius  - All of Them : the Amis as a group -Most of Them: ALMOST all the Amis as a group -Poetry Smash: Bahorel and Prouvaire  -Justice and His Tutor: Enjolras and Feuilly  - Bini!, Bini:  Joly and Bossuet  - OMST3K: J/B/M, for reasons - Power Trio: Enjolras, Combeferre and Courfeyrac  - Party Trio: Joly, Legle , and Grantaire -To Watch Faith Soar: Enjolras and Grantaire Ships Ahoy:  any content focused on romance  (these are NEVER EVER Ship Tags): - Owl and Wren : Valjean and Cosette - Para Bellum: Bahorel and Gavroche

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About Me

Wren, 26, he/they/it. Proship/fic and a comshipper; anti-harassment and anti-censorship. Propara, anti-c for noncon paras (MAP, zoo, necro, biasto etc). Pro-c for others (plusho, objecto, auto-MAP, etc).

I’m a lolisho but I’m not sure what other paraphilias I have.

I identify as part of the MOGAI/LIOM community. I consider myself to be Radqueer (pro-ALL good-faith IDs) and RadInclus. I am also RadIncluSys (pro-ALL system origins including transplural).

I am technically part of a DID system but I reject that aspect of myself and identify as a singlet. I, personally, am transsinglet but my system (who I’ll only talk about while venting) is not.

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DNI

Pro-c for noncon paras, or anti-para in general (any of them)

Antiship, antific, pro-harassment

Baeddels, transandrophobes, TERFs, truscum/transmeds

Sysmeds, anti-endos, anti-tulpa

Talk about IRL incest/pedophilia/zoophilia/molestation/beastiality if it’s not venting

I ᴋɴᴏᴡ DNIs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇs ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.

I’m adding community tags so others can come find me!