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When I was young I was dating this absolute cocknob right as I graduated high school. More on that later.

As a present ostensibly to me (but mostly my folks) I was whisked away after graduation to spend two weeks in Europe with my parents. The plan was to see London, Paris, and Heidelberg.

I was moody and a teenager and was largely disgruntled by this fabulous adventure. I went along with sullen foot dragging and black looks. I commandeered my reprehensible boyfriends enormous black hoodie and wore it on the trip. At the start of our jaunt into London I mentioned offhandedly to my mom that it was burning when I peed.

“You’re just dehydrated, and your period is about to start.”

She was right on both counts. I upped my water content, and had my period (which may have contributed to my overall ill humors.)

So we found ourselves in a tiny hotel in Paris, a week into our jaunt, when I repeated, “Man, it just really burns when I pee.”

“What?!” my mom demanded.

“I told you like a week ago that it was burning.”

“Augh! Now we have to go to the hospital!” she proclaimed.

“What?! Why?”

“Because,” she snapped, “You have a bladder infection.”

More bickering ensued, and my temperament was not improved by knowing I’d told her I was having an issue a week ago and been ignored.

My dad heard about the itinerary shift with resignation and we trooped down the narrow stairs as a family to ask the concierge where the nearest hospital was.

The absolutely lovely man at the desk was immediately so concerned when we asked for directions. “Is everything okay?” he asked with very genuine sympathy and I muttered that everything was fine, we just needed a quick visit.

Lucky for us the hospital was only a few blocks away. We walked there and the building was massive, home to what appeared to be several separate wings but no obvious main entrance.

We wandered inside and it was like a weird dream. There was no one around. Huge echoing corridors met us as we peered in vain for a front desk or possibly signs. We searched with increasing frustration for anyone to talk to and somehow found ourselves in some tiny back offices.

A woman sat at her desk and looked bewildered to see three lost Americans approaching her. She greeted us and as a family we all simultaneously realized the massive flaw in our current course.

You see, dear reader, we did not speak French. My dad and I both spoke German. I inquired politely if she also spoke German and she shook her head looking increasingly cornered. We asked if she spoke English.

“Leetle…?” she replied.

“My daughter has a bladder infection! Blad-der?” My mother declared this at a high volume as if volume alone could bridge the communication gap, while simultaneously miming over my stomach, circling where she presumed my pelvis was under the gigantic black sweatshirt.

The woman’s expression turned extremely skeptical and she slowly repeated “Bladder…” She scrutinized me for a moment then said, “You go…. This?” And pointed to something purple on her desk.

“The purple signs?” my dad asked.

She nodded and we set off. I was stewing with resentment at my mom for having ignored my first complaint when we were in a country that spoke English. And also generalized hostility about being on the trip and the object of miming. Now here we were in a French hospital, lost and unable to communicate. I also was under no illusions that someone who didn’t know the word for purple would have any clue what bladder meant.

And slowly I realized what had actually happened as I peered at the purple signs. My mother circling my stomach with her hands, gesturing to my middle. The woman’s skeptical face.

“Hey mom,” I chirped, syrupy and smug. “I don’t speak French. But I do know that it’s a Latin based language. And wouldn’t you know, but that purple sign looks an awful lot like it says ‘maternity’ to me.”

“Shut up!” she snapped.

A few minutes later we stood surrounded by the moans of pregnant people and the cries of fresh new lungs wailing at their first taste of cold air.

I smiled sweetly at my disgruntled mother.

Luck was with us however. A nearby father noticed us and came over to ask if we needed help. With perfect English he gave us clear directions.

As we finally approached the right area for walk in services it was clear how we’d missed it the first time. A large swathe of the front of the building was covered in tarps. A huge wall sized window was broken, and construction was taking place, but at least it had a bustle of people and a clear line. We sat down in the queue of chairs.

While we sat some police officers came in. They walked up to a man ahead of us in line and with few words exchanged they handcuffed and led him politely away.

I was genuinely so out of reality. Every new thing that happened was like a bizarre dream from the empty hallways to the maternity ward and now this tarp strewn waiting room in which people could just be calmly arrested.

It was a shock to me then when we reached the front and the nurse spoke with perfectly unaccented English to assess me. Not only did she know bladder but a whole slew of other medical words I couldn’t guess at. I peed on a stick and we waited.

When we got the results she told me it was good because they could give me antibiotics today for my now confirmed infection, but bad because I’d need the doctor to sign off. I nodded and my mom and I were escorted to yet another small room to wait.

When the doctor arrived I felt suddenly gangly and awkward. I’m not tall but I towered over this tiny French woman who radiated calm composure. She seemed to be around my grandmothers age. She looked up at my blushing face and said, “Bladder infection?” Her English had a much stronger accent than the nurse but with the same medical competence.

I nodded.

She nodded too and we sat in a still contemplative moment on my UTI.

“Do you have… boyfriend?”

My face was on fire, every cell of me wanting to flee from this tiny perfect old woman. I nodded.

She nodded too. We sat still in the knowledge that I had a boyfriend and a UTI.

“Do you and your boyfriend do… it?” Her delicate accent stretched it into “eet.”

I don’t know if she didn’t know the word for sex or if she thought saying “it” was kinder but I wanted to melt into the floor and cease to exist to escape my increasing mortification and her meaningful pause. I nodded.

“Okay,” she said kindly. “When you and your boyfriend do… it… you must make pee pee.”

I writhed slightly under the psychic damage of this elegant medical professional saying “pee pee” and I nodded more emphatically hoping she’d desist this torture.

She continued. “If you and your boyfriend do… it… five times? You make five pee pees. If you do it ten times, you make ten pee pees.”

My face had never been hotter, all the blood in my body had volcanoed to my head, pounding in my ears and valiantly attempting to give me an aneurism to end my suffering. There is no mortification as acute to a teenager as an adult talking about sex and here was this medical professional telling me about… it.

Meanwhile, my mother. Who should have been regretting her poor parenting and reflecting on her neglect in failing impart this vital part piece of sex ed to her kid. Alas, she was laughing herself sick the corner. She added to my embarrassment by quietly repeating “pee pee” and “it” under her breath as she wheezed and chortled.

The doctor patted my hand kindly and handed me the antibiotics. I got to spend the rest of my trip in Europe avoiding direct sunlight and listening to my mother parrot “Do you do… eet?”

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THE WRATH OF FIRE

House of the Dragon Fanfiction

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Princess Ysilla Targaryen is the only daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen and lady Rhea Royce. The affection that she felt for her mother was strong, while her father had never been there, acting as if Ysilla was not even his. But she was. The dragon egg that had been put in her cradle hatched. An outcast of a dragon was born. A dragon with no legs. An outcast of a dragon for and outcast of a dragon rider. Ysilla’s hair were dark, but streaked with white. She was a Targaryen and her wrath was not different from the one that burn inside the members of the House of the Dragon.

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CHAPTER 2

Ysilla had been right. Her dragon had survived for the first weeks of his life, and it kept getting bigger. No one believed it, but he did, and the girl spent the majority of her time with her dragon.

Since it survived, her lady mother had agreed to make the Maester write to King's Landing so that the keeper of the Dragonpits could take a look at the dragon.

Soon, Ysilla found herself on a ship, cradling her dragon in her arms, heading to the Capital.

She had been when she was only two, or at least that was what her mother had told her. She had to go because her uncle wanted to meet her. But Ysilla had little memory of that. At that time, her aunt Aemma was still alive and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. But only some months after her visit, she had died, giving birth to her son.

Her aunt came from the Vale as well, and Ysilla would have liked to remember her. But she really couldn't.

"You'll be taken care of," she whispered to her dragon, caressing his head. He seemed to like her touch, which made her giggle. "You are a strong one," she said proudly as his tail circled her wrist and moved his black wings.

Ysilla arrived at King's Landing by ship in five days. When she could see the shape of the city, the girl ran to the front.

King's Landing was huge, and she could already see the Red Keep and the Septon of Baelon. It looked so different from Runestone. Her castle was set on the tall mountains, and it was smaller than the Red Keep.

When her ship arrived at the dooks, her eyes noticed a knight wearing the white cloaks of the Kingsguard. He was a young man, olive-skinned and dark-haired. For some reason, his features made her blush. Her mother didn't let her hear songs much; Royces were strong warriors, and in a hard land like her own, there was no time for stories. But the few that Ysilla had heard talked about beautiful knights, such as the one that was waiting for her at the docks.

"Princess Ysilla," the knight greeted her with a bow of his head, which she reciprocated, holding her dragon in her arms.

"Good day, Ser," she answered politely, feeling a faint blush creep upon her cheeks at the realization she had no clue what the knight's name might be.

"Ser Criston Cole, my princess," he said gently, "I'll be escorting you to the castle. The King is waiting for you." He gestured towards a big carriage. The girl blinked her purple eyes in amazement. She never used those in Runestone; her mother taught her how to ride as soon as Ysilla could. Even her ride to the port had been made on the back of her pony.

Ysilla nodded silently, ready to follow the knight, but she didn't miss the way Ser Criston's eyes lingered upon her dragon.

"He is good," she said, suddenly afraid that they didn't want her dragon to enter the carriage. "He always obeys me, I swear," she assured him.

Since her dragon was born, Ysilla has never separated from him. He has become a dear friend to her, and he was always with her.

"Do not fear, princess," he smiled down at her, "Shall we go?"

Sadly, the carriage had no windows. Ysilla would have liked to watch the busy streets of the city, but she could only hear the people outside. She could not understand any words; they were just buzzing. Riding on horseback to the castle could have been more entertaining.

The dragon in her hands moved, and Ysilla looked down at it. He was still trying to find a way to move as swiftly as possible, trying to put all his strength into his front legs. Sometimes, he hurt her with his claws, accidentally scratching her skin. But Ysilla was patient with him.

"How old is he?" Ser Criston Cole asked her. She knew he had seen her dragon's missing legs, as he had noticed her dark hair streaked with silver.

"Almost two months old," she answered, biting her lower lip, feeling a bit shy. "Ser Criston," she called after some moments of silence, "Is my father here in King's Landing by any chance?"

The knight shook his head, "I'm sorry, princess. Prince Daemon is still fighting on the Stepstones." She flushed with shame. She should have known, but she stupidly had hoped that maybe he would have came in King's Landing after hearing of her arrival. She had just being stupid.

"Oh, thank you." The little claw of her dragon trying to keep himself up made her look down so that their eyes would meet.

You are here, though, she thought, caressing its head.

Once they arrived at the Red Keep, Ysilla felt so small looking up at the stone that built the castle.

"Ysilla Targaryen," her presence was announced as she stepped down the carriage, helped by Ser Criston. On the steps at the entrance of the castle, Ysilla noticed a man with long silver hair wearing black and red vests. On his face, there was a short beard, and he was smiling at her. He was the King Viserys and Ysilla's uncle. Next to him a young lady, with auburn hair tied at the back of her head. Her hands were resting upon her swollen belly. She must have been the young Queen Alicent, her aunt.

"My dear niece," the King said, walking towards her with open arms.

"Your Grace," she knew how to talk to the King; her Maester had thought of her well.

"You've grown so much, my dear," he said, gently smiling at her. At that, Ysilla felt like blushing. She knew how she was supposed to talk to the King, but not so much to her uncle, so she decided only to smile.

"You must be tired," the sweet voice of the Queen got her attention to see her stopping next to her husband, "And hungry."

"You are very kind, my Queen," she spoke shyly, "But I'd like to ask you to make sure my dragon is healthy."

Both the King and the Queen looked at the little beast in her arms. And Ysilla noticed their eyes linger at on the dragon, searching for the hind legs.

"It is-"

"Strong," she spoke, interrupting her uncle, blushing, "But we do not have Dragonpit in Runestone."

"Then we should bring him to the Dragonpit," another voice said from behind the King. She was a pretty girl with long silver hair and a smile, dressed in a soft yellow gown. Ysilla knew who she was: Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the heir to the Iron Throne.

"You want to think about it, Rhaenyra?" Ysilla's uncle asked. The girl noticed the princess making a strange face when her father spoke as if she didn't want him to share words with her. But when Rhaenyra's eyes went back to Ysilla, she smiled again.

"Of course," she said, gesturing towards the carriage.

"He is so pretty," Rhaenyra told her once the carriage moved again to bring them to the Dragonpit. Then she frowned as she got closer, taking a better look at the hatchling. Ysilla brought him closer to her.

"Thank you, princess," Ysilla answered, waiting for a comment from her cousin. She knew she would; everyone did. Ysilla's mother was not even sure that he would have survived.

"How's he called?" The question surprised her. She was ready to answer any question about her dragon, but not that. Ysilla blushed.

"I still have not named him," she admitted, ashamed.

"And why is that?" Asked Rhaenyra curiously.

"No name fits," the girl answered, caressing the head of her dragon.

Rhaenyra smiled. "It will come," she assured her, "Give it time."

Ysilla looked up, her lips curling up, appreciating her cousin's words. When she did so, she noticed the neckless of smoke-grey steel with a deep red ruby in its center. It was shining brightly, even if there was not so much light inside the carriage.

"You like it?" Rhaenyra asked, touching the necklace with her fingers. Ysilla nodded shyly.

"It's Valyrian steel," her cousin said, and Ysilla's eyes grew large.

"Like Lamentation!" She exclaimed, remembering the Valyrian Steel sword that House Royce possessed.

"And Blackfyre, or Dark Sister," Rhaenyra said, talking about the swords that one Aegon the Conquerer and his sister-wife Vysenia possessed.

"Father wields Dark Sister!" She knew all about those matters. Ysilla loved Valyrian Steel. Rhaenyra chuckled, nodding her head.

"Exactly!" She exclaimed before touching the neckless once again, "This was his gift."

Those words confused Ysilla. Her father had given that necklace to Rhaenyra? Why? Perhaps for her name-day, no doubt. If not, why? But did her father usually give gifts on name-days? Ysilla never received anything from him, nor did she know. Or maybe he did!

He must have if he had given something to Rhaenyra, Ysilla though. Her mother probably never gave her presents because she was still a little girl of five—too young for such jewelry.

It must be it, she thought, looking down at her dragon when he moved in her hands.

The Dragonpit was huge. Set atop one of the hills of King's Landing. The Hills of Rhaenys, Rhaenyra called it. The main door of bronze and iron was so tall that Ysilla felt her neck ache when she tried to look up. The Dragonpit was the home of the royal dragons of House Targaryen. Ysilla looked at her dragon as they walked inside, wondering if he would have liked to stay with the other dragons more. Maybe, that was the right place for him.

The Maesters of the Dragonpit were like nothing Ysilla had ever seen. They spoke a strange language that she had never heard before.

"Do you know High Valyrian?" Rhaenyra asked from next to her. High Valyrian was the language that was spoken by the people of Valyria. But Ysilla did not know it. No one in the household was Targaryen. And her mother wanted to raise her proud and strong like the people of the Vale and Ysilla wanted to be. But a part of her wanted to be Targaryen. She was a Targaryen, and she felt ashamed when she shook her head, admitting that she did not know High Valyrian. Rhaenyra observed her for a moment before starting to talk with the Dragonpit Maester. The man spoke to Ysilla, who only frowned, but then Rhaenyra touched her shoulder with a gentle smile.

"He'd like to see the dragon," Ysilla held it a little more, knowing that she had to let him go. The man was waiting, but she could only focus on the dragon moving in her hands.

"It's going to be alright," she assured, looking at the purple eyes of the hatchling. You are a good dragon," she said before moving her arms so that the man could take him. He squirmed, complaining as Ysilla took a step back.

The man put the dragon on a stone table. The little beast had some difficulty staying still due to the lack of its hind legs. But Ysilla observed him proudly as he found his balance using his wings, his long black and purple neck standing eloquently as he got more confident.

The man started to talk, and Ysilla turned to Rhaenyra, who was waiting for her to translate.

"He is deformed," Rhaenyra said, "The hind legs had not developed. He should have been dead by now," Ysilla's heart beat fast, full of worry, "And yet he is strong." Rhaenyra added, "Strong muscles, strong wings. It is unlikely that he will perish." Ysilla felt tears in her eyes, "He is growing good for his age. He says it is a miracle."

"So he will be fine!" Ysilla exclaimed happily. Rhaenyra nodded her head with a happy smile. Then the man talked again, and Ysilla waited patiently for her cousin to translate.

"He needs to be watched over," she said, "If he survives the furst year of age, he will be fine."

Ysilla was so glad to hear, and after asking the permission to go to her dragon, she happily caressed his head.

"You are going to be fine," she assured him, "And we are always going to be together."

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uzumaki-rebellion · 13 days

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"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 6

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"Love Ever since the first moment I spoke your name From then on I knew that by you being in my life Things were destined to change cause

Love So many people use your name in vain Love Those who have faith in you sometimes go astray Love Through all the ups and downs the joy and hurt Love For better or worse I still will choose you first"

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His heart was in the shape of his woman.

King N'Jadaka held out his big hand next to Queen Yani's and let their wedding bands touch so the Wakandan media could snap holopics of the bride and groom exiting the Temple of Sekmet. He gazed at his new wife and her smile increased the size of her shape on the left side of his chest.

They were made for each other.

No queen on earth had ever come to the throne like her or had the power she commanded by his side. What the world couldn't see was that she held a priceless leash around his neck and could make him do things that no other woman before her ever did. Yani dominated his every waking moment and was the one he wanted to see first when his work day in the West palace was over. Their wedding cemented a holy bond and he preened before his citizens letting them see how blessed he was to have her and his beautiful children.

He lifted her ring-clad hand and kissed it, then led her down ancient fawn-colored stone steps toward a wedding carriage drawn by two mighty water buffalos whose bloodline his greatest grandmother Queen Shuriya had bred and tamed her entire life. The two giant beasts were direct descendents of the one she rode in a painting hanging in his royal office.

Sydette clapped her hands excitedly as she peered at the giant animals and the decorative vibranium blue colors painted on their flesh.

"They are so huge, Baba!" Sydette yelped.

"Come on, watch your step Sweet Pea, we have to ride through the street," he said, clasping her hand.

Riki climbed down the last step and latched his eyes onto one of the buffalo and raised his arms out wide to try and match the length of the giant curved horns adorned with gold and silver jewels that jutted forward making them dangerous for potential gorging. He glanced back at N'Jadaka and grinned. The great beast's head turned and stared at the little prince. Joba moved closer to her brother and both children peered with quiet curiosity at how massive Wakandan animals could be.

"Yani," N'Jadaka said, helping his wife onto the carriage where she took her seat and fixed the train of her dress.

He lifted Sydette into it next and his younger children waited for him to place them on board. His family seated, N'Jadaka stepped onto the roomy carriage and he and Yani waved at the crowd. Their children sat across from them with booster seats so they could see better.

The two coachman sitting in the driver's seat awaited a signal from the Kingsguard escorting them on foot. There was a slight jerk and the carriage began to move at a steady pace. The proud king kissed his queen and the crowd cheered louder. Flowers and soft palm seeds were thrown at them and the children tried collecting as many as they could catch with delighted smiles on their faces.

He held Yani's hand tight and they all watched their citizens celebrate. Behind them, the rest of the royal family rode in a protected motorcade and they wound their way through the streets of the golden capital.

Surreal.

The feeling of watching himself from afar took over and N'Jadaka took a deep inhale of fresh air. His emotions rested in his chest and throat. This was the fairy tale made real. He had a queen. A kingdom. A giant double palace. To lose so much, but to be given much more in return overwhelmed him.

He gazed at Yani and she continued waving at their people. They waited to cross over a bridge that would take them deeper into the heart of Birnin Zana and a flock of prized river birds flew across their carriage, their purple and blue wings a brilliant flash of color over their heads.

"That's a good sign, kumkani," the lead driver of the carriage said, "it means you will be blessed with many children."

Yani laughed and patted N'Jadaka's hand.

"Listen to the man, Yani, the heavens have ordained that we get it poppin'."

"Any excuse to get me pregnant right away," Yani said.

Riki slipped a hand in his side pocket and pulled out a folded square of money. He gave it to the king.

"What's this for Lil Man?" N'Jadaka asked.

"A boy. If you and Mama insist on making more of us, please let it be a boy. Toussaint and I are struggling to catch up in our age group," Riki pleaded.

"I will do what I can."

Yani took the money away from him and stuffed it into her bodice.

"Not you two plotting," Yani quipped.

N'Jadaka threw his head back and laughed.

"Mama, it's time to throw the bouquet," Sydette squealed.

The carriage crossed over the bridge and stopped once it got to the other side. As tradition dictated, Yani stood inside the carriage and tossed the bridal bouquet into the river water to signify the queen's blessing to become the new mother of the nation. The flowers floated away and spectators snapped holopics and cheered for their new queen.

"They were so pretty, I wish you didn't have to throw them away," Joba said, her face peering over the side of carriage.

Yani caressed her cheek.

"I will have more flowers given to me back at the reception," Yani said.

Joba looked happy about that and climbed onto Yani's lap for the rest of the ride through the city.

Admiration, awe, and even love flowed out to the new Udaku family taking over the throne. A tide had shifted yet again in Wakanda. His popularity was at an all time high with younger citizens, and even some of the old heads begrudgingly accepted his leadership. They finally accepted his love for the nation as genuine.

Their carriage ride continued until they reached Old Village, a section of Birnin Zana that had been the social center for centuries until Queen Shuriya pushed them into a new technological age that shifted the heart of the city elsewhere by the riverbank. While the rest of the world was barely entering the early modern era, Wakanda had already settled into post modern advances.

The family stepped out of the carriage and walked a quarter mile to another temple dedicated to Mama Wati that rested across the mouth opening of the Ibukan River which connected the water flow through the city to the ocean miles away. Priests of the water deity stood outside waiting for them. He and Yani were both anointed with fresh oils and smudged down with dried plants that only grew there. They were prayed over and then led out into an open street where citizens cheered them on while they made the final trek to the edge of the great mound, the place where vibranium crashed into the earth. Singers and dancers greeted them in a secured area where the family could all see the enormous rise in the distance where the glowing blue metal rested underneath.

Ogum shifted inside of N'Jadaka. So did Bast. He pointed to the majestic sight making sure his children studied it. "That's the place where it all began," he said.

Sydette, Riki, and Joba nodded and stared at the mound. At its tip, it stood nearly a mile high, but deep inside the earth where the rest of the vibranium sank itself, there was enough to supply his people for another millennium or more. They all felt the energy emanating from the ground they stood near. His vibram tattoo itched from the mighty source. The great mound wasn't just a mining area, but a holy place too. From their vantage point they couldn't see the mining side of the mound. Their view looked like an image one would see on a postcard or tourist advertisement. High above them the Royal Talon Fighter floated into view. It was time to return to the palace for a twelve course feast, with music, dancing, and a full evening of celebrating the new king and queen.

N'Jadaka gathered his family close as they were lifted up into the air by the gravity beam and gently pulled inside the aircraft.

The cheers from their guests were loud as they exited the Talon Fighter and Yani had to pause in her steps to take in all the love. She gazed across the royal garden at the number of people calling out her new name.

"Queen Yani!"

She grinned and the children ran away from her toward Umama and Dante where all their young cousins stood gathered waiting to run around and play. Yani felt the shift in power in the royal garden. With her new isicholo firmly rooted to her scalp, she absorbed the way all the spectators watched her closely, especially the Wakandans of the noble class. No longer viewed as a separate entity from the king, she was now ogled openly as an extension of Udaku power.

Hugs and kisses were shared and the immediate royal family and the wedding party were gathered up near a view of the river and the backdrop of Mount Bashenga where a photographer snapped holopics before taking different groupings of Yani with the bridesmaids, the children, her husband, and then a lovely shot of three generations of queens. She stood in the center as Umama and Ramonda flanked her, their crowns breathtaking. Sydette and Joba were brought in for a candid, and then N'Jadaka and his groomsman and grandfather were photographed with Riki. Forty minutes later the bridal party was paraded around the guests and Yani saw the breadth of the decorations and reception set up. It took her breath away at how massive the royal garden was and how simply setting up where the sun would set behind them looked so different and unexplored.

N'Jadaka clasped her hand and led her to the head table. Guests were given a brief amount of time to personally greet the king and queen before their twelve course meal began. Love surrounded her and the enormity of her place as the queen of the nation sank down deeper.

Although it seemed like twelve courses would be a long grueling process, Yani found it to be relaxing and paced well. Everyone feasted, laughed, cried, caught up with each other, and dabbled in intrigue with so many important people in one place. By the time the royal orchestra kicked up the music for the first bridal dance, Yani was ready to move around and help her digestive system handle her stuffed belly.

N'Jadaka held her close as they shared their first dance as husband and wife. They then split apart to dance with their elders and then others were invited to join them. She took that opportunity to walk around and greet nobles with N'Jadaka once the dancing area filled up.

Heads bowed at her approach and she shared small chat with dozens of guests on the east side of the reception area. Umama and Ramonda had taught her how to move her eyes so that people around her felt appreciated even if she couldn't get to them one on one. She waved, blew kisses and kept her momentum moving through the hundreds of people yearning to see her up close with the king.

N'Jadaka held her hand like he would never let her go. His love flowed all around her and his gaze never left her unattended. They quickly moved back toward their own table and noticed Mpilo with his mother and sister speaking with Dante. N'Jadaka lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Should we make our announcement now before the party gets a little wilder with all the dancing?" he asked.

Yani squeezed his hand.

The month prior they had been meeting with Umama and the Council of Elders regarding an important decision about Mpilo and his baby sister, Nandipha who had recently turned fifteen. They took their place back at the head table and N'Jadaka gestured for Mpilo to come to him with his mother and sister. Yani sent word to the orchestra leader to finish the song they played that had the wedding crowd cutting up.

Mpilo's eyes grew wide with curiosity as to why he was being summoned by the king in front of two thousand guests. N'Jadaka was handed a mic and Yani stood next to him. The king cleared his throat and gazed upon the audience.

"This is my executive assistant, Mpilo, and he has worked for me since leaving primary school a couple of years ago. Next year he will begin his mandatory military service, and that is a very important and serious undertaking for our young people. My father proudly served and I understand the pride that comes from serving a country such as this…"

Yani watched Mpilo's face as N'Jadaka spoke. He was nervous and shy at being put on the spot, but his mother's and sister's faces beamed at being addressed directly by the king.

"As many of us have experienced in the Great Removal of the last war, Mpilo's father and brothers were taken. He has taken the great responsibility of caring for his mother and sister…however, I feel this is a great burden for such a young man starting out his life. Queen Yani and I have spoken in private about this and we've made the decision to have me step in as Mpilo's unvikeli."

Mpilo's legs almost buckled and his mother and sister kept his body steady. Whispers among the nobles could clearly be heard moving rapidly around dining tables. Yani held out her hand toward Mpilo and pulled him next to N'Jadaka. Her personal attendant Sindiswa handed her the same matching unvikeli necklaces that her own children once wore for T'Challa. Mpilo lowered his head and spoke with a soft voice.

"King N'Jadaka…Queen Yani…I am not—"

"You are not what?" Yani asked.

She touched Mpilo's chin and lifted it so their eyes could connect. The young man pressed his lips together. Yani unfastened the necklace and handed it to N'Jadaka. He turned Mpilo to face the guests while he hooked the necklace in front of everyone.

"Fatherhood is very important along with a mother's love and guidance. Queen Yani has told me time and time again that I have become a father figure to you in these hard times after the war. I humbly ask that you allow me to step in for your father to help guide you until you reach legal adulthood when you turn twenty-six. At that time you and your sister will be registered in our ancestral rolls as extended kin. When you turn thirty I will petition the Council of Elders to grant you a title with a rank that they deem appropriate. I will do the same for your sister when she also turns thirty."

Mpilo's mother and sister wept openly.

Yani touched Mpilo's hand.

"Mpilo?"

Mpilo's chest shuddered and he wiped his eyes quickly. He raised himself higher and pulled back his shoulders.

"I will accept this kumkani," Mpilo said.

The guests clapped and Yani had other wedding attendants escort Mpilo's small family to one of the royal's tables near Umama and Dante. Yani and N'Jadaka followed, giving heartfelt hugs to their new kin. Music played again and the wedding celebration continued late into the night. Once the moon had risen and the children were allowed to stay at the reception for another hour before their bedtime. Yani sensed N'Jadaka's energy depleting. He was ready for the night to end so they could be alone. Their children would stay with Umama and they would have their home to themselves for the night before they had to finish the rest of the wedding duties the next day in Necropolis City. After that, they would be whisked away to their boat where they would have two solid weeks with no one else but them.

She strode past a crowded table of elder relatives from Umama's side of the family and zigzagged to where Twyla and her husband Bibi sat talking big talk with Kendall. Twyla gently grabbed Yani's wrist and pulled her down in the seat next to her.

"Look at you," Twyla said.

"I feel wonderful," Yani purred.

Twyla stared into Yani's eyes and cradled both of her hands.

"Are you finally happy? Have everything you want?"

Yani glanced over at N'Jadaka who strode past with his male cousins from the states. Every eye was on him and his bold steps made her heart thump faster. She patted Twyla's hand.

"It's like being back home when it was us against the world. That peace that we stole together…the peace I thought I would never have again…I have it forever now. Mi can breathe and not fear anything or anyone," Yani said.

"He is so in love with you. Everyone can feel it…oh look, here he come," Tywla said, her voice bursting into loud laughs as N'Jadak reached for Yani's hand and pulled her back by his side. He bent down and kissed Twyla's cheek.

"Tryna steal her again?" N'Jadaka said,

"No king, I would never," Twyla teased. "That was a nice thing you did for Mpilo and his sister. Did Nakia take you up on your offer to be Toussaint's unvikeli?"

"She's still considering it. Her mind is still bent on going to Haiti. I don't think she wants the pressure of the throne on her son. She likes being out of the public with Toussaint," N'Jadaka said.

"Well I think she should let you take care of Toussaint the way T'Challa watched over your brood," Twyla said.

"I agree," Yani interjected, supporting Twyla's declaration.

"Maybe she'll come around. But I won't force it. Umama and Ramonda are worried about her leaving and if I push to protect Toussaint, then she might flee sooner."

Sydette rushed forward and pulled on her parent's hands.

"The magic show is about to start!" Sydette shouted.

"Did you have more cake?" Yanis asked, wiping the side of her daughter's lips that were smeared with blue and purple icing.

Sydette licked the side of her mouth and grinned.

"I only ate a tiny piece. Come on, we have to watch the show!"

They followed Sydette toward a circular stone amphitheater hidden behind the tall row of forty-foot tall ironwood trees. The wedding guests trailed in finding seats and the royal family sat in the center front row. A female magician delighted the audience with an astonishing show that lasted forty minutes. There were acrobatics, visual illusions, mystery and panthers used to entertain a mesmerized crowd. The show ended with an acrobatic troop from Ghana, a gift from First Lady Vivienne Tettah and her husband President Kojo Tettah.

Music back near the wedding gazebo started up again and the guests waited to disperse and party far into the night. N'Jadaka led Yani to the center of the open garden theater and bid their guests a fun evening. They herded their children with Umama toward the East gate of the palace, waving and accepting the cheers and final well-wishes.

Parting ways with Umama and the children inside the palace, Yani and N'Jadaka braced their backs against the private elevator glass that whisked them up to their home. There were no night attendants or servants to pamper them. They were completely alone the way they wanted to be.

N'Jadaka helped Yani out of her dress in his bedroom and then she pulled off his robes. They took a quick sonic shower and scrambled to get into bed. Exhaustion prevented any frisky behavior. Happiness and love cradled them in the quiet privacy of the large round bed. Fireworks lit up the sky from their wall window. The king pulled his queen onto his chest and held her in a tight embrace.

A restful slumber guided them the rest of the night.

N'Jadaka watched Yani sleep curled into his side.

He kept his left arm around her as her soft warm breath blew across his left pec. He checked his kimoyo beads on his right wrist and whispered instructions for their breakfast to be brought to his bedroom within the hour. Snuggling against his wife he caressed her cheek and then carefully kissed her forehead. They both needed rest and quiet before leaving for the family tombs in the city of the dead ancestors. Yani's name would be added to the ancestral rolls as they paid their respect to the past queens and kings. Afterward, they were free to honeymoon.

The wedding had been a tremendous affair and the Wakandan news and the global media had a field day reporting on the splendor and the grand entrance of Queen Yani. The outside world was permitted to see them leave the temple, but only the Wakandans could relive the experience on vids at home. World leaders who were still in Wakanda gave vid chats to their own people describing the experience. Royal images of the wedding party circled the globe.

Yani murmured into his chest and he looked down. Her eyelids fluttered open and he smiled at her.

"Hey Mrs. Udaku," he said.

She grinned and stretched her neck to kiss him.

"Since we never consummated the marriage, does that mean we failed our first duty as a couple?" she asked.

He laughed.

"We were too damn tired, girl."

"You must be getting old then, I could've done a little something," Yani bragged.

"All this talkin' now when you were snoring the moment we hit these sheets last night. Stop lyin."

"Hmmm," she said stretching, "It was a long day. A glorious day, but very long."

She pushed back the covers and slid down his body, engulfing his penis, sucking on it until the hot flesh hardened like a brick.

"Aye, Ma…protocols are in order. You make me nut and we don't pay our respects to Bast, we'll curse this union."

He pushed Yani's mouth away. She rose and left their marriage bed, naked as a jay bird and picked up the ceremonial bundle.

"Should we do this now, or after breakfast?" she asked.

She stood holding the bundle looking sexy and ready for anything he had in mind. His gaze dropped to her vulva. The piercings they marked her as his precious gift sparkled in the morning light that spilled from the window.

"You make it sound so clinical saying it like that," he said.

Yani padded back to the bed and stared at him.

"If we don't do it now, we might forget and mess up later. We'll get on the boat and be so happy that we're alone that I know you'll make love to me and overlook the rules," Yani said.

"We can set an alarm on our kimoyo beads," he suggested.

"So you don't want to do it now."

"I don't want to rush getting intimate with you."

She fondled her vulva, peeling back the outer labia. The pink inside already glistened. His dick jumped at the sight.

"Let's just do the ceremonial part now, pay homage to Bast and then we can relax until we are alone again. Our first time together as husband and wife shouldn't be quick," she said.

She reached for his dick and stroked it, letting the pre-cum pearl down the taught flesh. Fully engorged, his erection looked darker than the skin surrounding it.

"Okay," he huffed, watching her soft hand go up and down the shaft. A thick tear-drop shaped bit of pre-cum slid over the crease in her hand and he groaned. He didn't have to choke back on sound. The home was theirs to be loud.

Yani unfurled the ceremonial leather bundle and they touched the inscriptions of symbols and words etched into the leather. He helped her tie it using the strings on the four corners like a corset around her midsection. She used pillows from the bed to make her head and hips comfortable as he knelt between her legs.

"Ready?" he said.

She nodded.

N'Jadaka began to kiss and lick her clit, pulling soft moans from her lips as his tongue slathered her tender parts with saliva. He stroked his dick while working his mouth magic on her. Yani's thighs parted further while she cupped her breasts.

His lips dripped with her sticky love offerings, and by the time he was flicking the tip of his tongue just under her clit, Yani was calling out his name, letting the sound fly up to the high ceiling. It echoed like angels around them and he grunted a satisfied noise that helped her release into his mouth. Her vulva throbbed against his moist lips, the strong pulses pulling him up to his feet.

"Yani!" he shouted, jerking his dick faster hunched over her.

He aimed his release all over the leather corset, soaking it with hot white semen that continued to spurt as he squeezed his balls. Yani quickly unfastened the strings keeping the offering of cum from spilling away. His sweat fell onto her breasts and he gave one final tug to his dick.

"I've got it all," Yani said.

She curled the sides of the leather back into a bundle and he walked with her out to the balcony. A brass burning ring sat near the center of the space. Yani placed the semen-soaked bundle into the ring and they both struck a long match together, setting it ablaze. They each added small tied bundles of herbs to the leather and the smoke turned from white to purple and sent a trail of thick color up into the morning sky. N'Jadaka held Yani's hand and they spoke out loud ancient words to bless their union in the sight of Bast's offering.

The leather and herbs burned down quickly, and they showered together in his bathroom, taking their time lathering each other up and allowing steamy water to cascade down their wet bodies. He kissed and fondled his wife, enjoying the taste of her in his mouth and the scent of her skin in his nose.

Breakfast was full of them laughing and recounting the events of the day before. Yani held his hand tight when they left the palace together dressed in long white robes.

The trip to Necropolis City was taken in the Royal Talon Fighter with their children.

Walking the steps holding Yani's hand, N'Jadaka stared at the building that his body once rested in. Joba paused walking up the final step and N'Jadaka took her hand. His youngest daughter's body shook and he sensed her hesitancy.

"I'm right here Sunshine," he said.

Joba squeezed his hand and they entered the building following Umama and Ramonda. They walked along a long hallway that led to a special room away from the tombs. The walls in the room were covered by a gigantic purple and silver silk tapestry that displayed all the family names since the time of King Bashenga and Queen Tiye.

The only people allowed to witness the addition of Yani's name in person were their immediate family members. A small ceremony led by a Necropolis City elder didn't take long. Next to N'Jadaka's name was a space for Yani, and she signed a slender tablet that burned her name into the silk for all of time. A small sample of her blood had been taken to make the ink that burned into the material. Sydette and Riki watched with wide eyes. Joba clung to his hand.

Ushered back outside, the rest of their wedding party and familial guests waited for them, tossing flowers at Yani and N'Jadaka. Kisses and hugs were passed around and given to their children last. The ramp to the Royal Talon Fighter awaited them. N'Jadaka and Yani both fought the urge to run away from everyone.

"Have a beautiful trip!" Umama called.

N'Jadaka glanced at his children standing with his grandmother and grandfather. He waved, took Yani's hand and guided her into the Royal Talon Fighter.

Gliding along the Ibukan River, they spotted the royal house boat in the distance. Yani hugged him tight.

"Finally…our honeymoon," she whispered.

The Talon Fighter touched down on the ground near a dock. Okoye and Ayo departed the Talon Fighter first and spoke with the Doras guarding the boat. N'Jadaka squeezed Yani's hand and they both ran toward the boat, flinging off their ceremonial robes revealing swimsuits under neath. Okoye threw back her head and laughed.

"Be safe my king. We will track your trip discreetly and bring the royal children to you in two weeks," Okoye said.

"Bye!" Yani squealed.

N'Jadaka activated the onboard system and programmed it to sail away from the dock. He poured Yani a glass of champagne and they stood on the bow to watch it sail out of the golden city.

Yani toasted his glass again and he held her waist.

"To us, my king," she said.

"To us, my queen," he said back with all the love he could muster in his voice.

Chapter 7 HERE.

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OC Kiss Week - day 4

For my friend @cassynite 💜 Ophenia's books line the shelves of my mind palace

Ophenia has to brace her notepad with her elbows because the wind up here keeps trying to snatch it away and scatter its treasures to the Sellen far below.

What a romantic image, she realizes: lost love notes washed out to sea, each a fragment of a great tale of passion someone far away will glimpse, shorn of its context. A gift like a pretty piece of sea glass, the shards of shattered lives littering the sands of—

But she’s losing the thread of the story.

“…and I found myself hanging by my fingertips from the cliff, Ishiar raging against the jagged rocks far below, and all I could think about was how I'd dragged my friends to the Abyss and failed everyone who’d put their trust in me, and this would be a most fitting end and no more than I deserved, and I squeezed my streaming eyes shut and felt my fingers slip - when suddenly a horned shadow loomed over the cliffside! Then my hand was seized and the next thing I knew I was in his arms..."

She glances up from her notepad and her lips quirk. “Really.”

“Pretty much, yeah.” He uses his lilac shirt to wipe down the mouth of the wine bottle and passes it to her. Of course he suggested meeting on the dramatic cliffs outside Kenabres, and of course he didn’t think to bring wine glasses. Which is fine as far as Ophenia is concerned. She accepts the bottle and takes a swig.

“Hanging by the fingertips,” she repeats drily as she notes this down.

“Well, he did save my life.”

“No no, I like it. Don’t mistake me. Please carry on.”

As he does, they watch the sun slowly set over the Rejuvenated Lands.

“The entire Fleshmarket?”

“That part’s true.”

“Mm-hm.”

“It’s getting dark. You want a lift back to town?”

“A lift? Whatever do you mean?”

He gives her a hand up, singing as he does, and a brilliant flash like the sun coming out suddenly illuminates their cliffside picnic spot, and Ophenia finds before her a huge purple dragon with merry eyes and fairy wings.

But like everything, Ophenia takes this in stride. “So this is the baby havoc dragon in question?”

“Am I in question? Is it a good question? I hope it’s a silly question.” Aivu hunkers down and Siavash gives Ophenia a boost onto her back, then settles in behind her and urges Aivu into a thrilling leap off the cliff before they swoop toward the city.

When she’s finally back on solid ground and Aivu has disappeared through a gate to Elysium, Ophenia tries unsuccessfully to tame her windblown hair and refrain from a burst of girlish laughter.

“It’s been a long time since I…”

“Had fun for real?”

She bites her lip, unable to stop smiling.

“You make so many people happy with your stories,” he says, giving her a little kiss on the cheek. “Same time tomorrow? You’ll never believe what happened when we got back to Drezen…”

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 23 days

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 7 - Hesitation

-A huge demon enters the sitcom stage to raucous applause, spreading his arms and grinning at the other actors- GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER BEING ON OC VACATION, at least now and then yk, I missed Gabe

TWs: attempted murder/assassination, threats, brief and vague reference to noncon by whumpee, blood, blades

“Please–” Gabriel watched the angel in front of him tremble. She clasped her hands in front of herself, brilliant purple eyes fixed on the bright cerulean soul in his hand. “Please, Prince Gabriel, don't do this.”

Gabriel sneered, rolling the little soul around in his palm, feeling the magical sparks against his skin. “Why?” He walked closer, idly toying with one sword he'd taken. His foot came to rest on the blade of the other. “You tried to kill me in my own home. Give me a reason to spare two assassins.”

She winced back, mouth gaping as she struggled for a reason. Gabriel laughed and dropped the blade with a clatter, bringing the soul up to his mouth. He rolled the marble into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. Everyone who knew of Gabriel Rivas, Demon Prince of the Wrathful Chase also knew how he liked to dispatch the souls of his enemies.

She dropped to her knees, tears springing from her eyes. Sobbing, she scrambled forward, desperately grabbing at the sheer silks he was wrapped in. “No, not him, not Alistair, he's all I have–”

Something in how her voice broke, in how her watery purple eyes looked up at him with such desperation, made Gabriel pause. Suddenly the soul didn't feel as satisfying to have in his mouth. He pulled the soul away from his teeth with a sigh, brows furrowed.

“Hmm.” He thought for a moment, before grinning again. “Alright, alright. I'll make you a deal.”

She pressed her hands to her mouth and sat back on her heels, looking up at him with a frantic nod. She reached to his silks again, feeling at his hips, starting to tug the fabric away from his skin. “Anything, anything at all, sir, whatever you want I'll–”

Gabriel felt his grin drop away as his stomach rolled. He stepped back, reaching a hand up sharply. “Quiet. Don't touch me. I don't want–not that.”

He took a deep breath, golden eyes lingering on the intact halo that hovered above her head. It matched her eyes perfectly. Her cloudy, dark grey wings shivered behind her back, pulled as tightly against her as possible. Messy black hair framed her face. Her arms wrapped around herself, like she might fall apart if she didn't.

“if you can survive out there for forty-eight hours then you're free to go.” He motioned to the window, to the clogged, labyrinthine streets that lay far below his uncanny skyscraper. The screams and howls of the hunted couldn't be heard this far up. “You won't be able to fly. My demons will be hunting you the whole time. But if you can do it, you get to leave. Both of you. He'll stay in my possession until then.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. I, yes. Yes, I accept. And if I don’t, you’ll kill us.”

“Give me your name." Gabriel said with a nod, offering a hand out to her. She grasped it. When he helped her to her feet, she seemed to barely weigh as much as Throl.

“Felicia.”

“Go on Felicia, you have a fifteen minute start time.”

Gabriel didn’t know how he felt, watching her disappear into the elevator, shoulders squared.

As the doors closed, he shifted again and a sharp pain raced up his leg. Glancing down, the sword blade he’d stepped on before had bitten into him. Curiosity spiking, he lifted it to examine the sole of his foot. Golden blood started to languidly ooze, but there was no burning. He wasn’t being immolated by holy magic. He curiously looked to the other, and realized that it didn’t smell holy either–that had been the angel.

Neither one of these blades could have killed him.

“Huh. Well, Alistair. Guess things are a little more complicated than I thought. Let’s just see how Felicia does while I think about where to go next.”

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Chapter one Chapter five My master list

Title: Chapter four

Word Count: 1347

Archive Warnings: Smut in future chapters. Slight angst. Alcohol misuse.

Rating: E

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham

Character(s): Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Benny, Uncle Wayne & The Party

Tags: Smut. Angst. Steddie. Buckingham. Steve Harrington. Eddie Munson. Robin Buckley. Chrissy Cunningham. Band AU. TW Alcohol use.

Summary (optional): Two different styles of music, two boys that really don't like each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Beta Reader: Thank you so much to my beautiful beta readers @slippy-slip @ladydarklord & @dontwasteyourchances

Art link and credit: Art is by the wonderfully talented @pink-luna-moth (as is the banner)

Fic link and credit: Ao3 Link

AN: First off thank you to Alex for the art and being just amazing to work alongside. Thank you to Slip for dragging me back from the edge so many times over this. I really am so excited to have this out here!!

I wrote this for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang event and had a lot of fun doing so!!

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Four months of weekly band practice and separate weekly writing sessions, and The Spitfires were getting ready for their first gig. Eddie had been able to get them a gig at The Hideout, a Tuesday night when nothing else was on, but it was something.

The practice they had before they packed up and went to The Hideout was filled with nervous energy and tension. Steve and Eddie did nothing but snip at each other in between songs and sometimes even during songs. Both Robin and Chrissy were glad when it came time to split them up, pack up, and head off to the venue.

Tuesday night at The Hideout was a quiet one, almost no one else was there, just a handful of drunks and a handful of teenagers not old enough to drink but just hanging out. They got set up and then went to mingle with people in the bar.

“I haven’t seen you here before, handsome. What’s the name?” a girl asked Steve as she stood beside him at the bar.

“First time here beautiful, can I get you a drink and you can tell me what brings a lady such as yourself to this bar? I’m Steve Harrington” Steve replied smoothly, placing a hand on the small of her back and turning back to the bar.

“If you’re done being a slut Harrington, we’ve got a set to play” Eddie interrupted the pair an hour later, finding them making out in a corner.

“The fuck is your problem? Just having a great time here with the lovely Melanie” Steve responded, sitting back and away from the girl.

“It’s Stephanie” The girl scowled at him.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Anyway Munson, what do you want? I know the time. I’ll be there in a moment.” Steve shrugged.

“We’ve got to be on stage in 10 minutes, you need to get ready” Eddie fumed, walking away.

“I’d better go, sweetheart,” Steve sighed, “see you after the set?” he asked.

“Sure, get the impression you’ll be a good fuck” She replied, shrugging and moving away to join her friends again.

The girls had already got changed, lots of giggling and them taking much longer than needed told Eddie that they hadn’t been fully on task the whole time. They emerged with red cheeks, messy hair, and slightly marked-up necks but both looking amazing. Robin wore a pair of dark jeans and a The Clash t-shirt with large rips down the side that had been ‘repaired’ with safety pins and a pair of Doc Martin boots. A spiked faux leather bracelet, a choker, safety pin earrings, and a flash of neon eyeshadow finished the look off. Chrissy had a short black skirt coupled with dark purple fishnets and an Iron Maiden t-shirt she’d cut and tied at the sides with a pair of New Rock boots on. Dainty rings on all bar one of her fingers and huge winged eyeliner, sharp enough to cut paper, and dangly pentagram earrings completed her look. Eddie was in the middle of changing his trousers and shirt when the door opened and he heard a strangled noise from behind him.

“Everything ok?” he asked, turning to the source of the noise, Steve.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s ok.” The other man replied, clearing his throat and walking over to his own bag to get changed.

Less than 5 minutes later, without another word being said but with a whole load of tension in the room, both boys were ready to go on stage. Eddie was wearing a very tight pair of jeans with a baggy mesh top on, chunky rings adorning his fingers, and a big pair of black and silver New Rocks boots. Steve was wearing just a pair of cargo pants that seemed perfectly tailored to his ass and thighs and black studded belt and a pair of heavy work boots.

Standing at the edge of the stage they all took a big deep breath and collected their thoughts. It may only be a small crowd but if they wanted to go somewhere with this they had to start somewhere. They knew they needed to impress the crowd but also Benny. Playing here week after week would really help them go far as a band.

“Now I know we don’t normally have a band on a Tuesday night but this is a treat for you all. Playing their very first gig right here at The Hideout, give it up for The Spitfires.” Benny said before stepping down from the stage as the band stepped up.

“Good evening beautiful people! We’re The Spitfires and every song you hear tonight is one we wrote, so enjoy” Eddie shouted into the mic before Steve counted them into the first song.

Song after song the set went on, the whole band beaming as they sang and played each one. Each of them was as energetic as they could be. Eddie, Robin, and Chrissy running all around the stage singing into each other's mics and with each other a lot of the time.

“We’ve been The Spitfires and you’ve been amazing. Catch us at the bar in a few minutes if you want to chat, but that's the end of the set” Eddie panted into the mic 60 minutes later. Before setting his guitar down and reaching for a bottle of water that Benny had set for them at the side of the stage.

The crowd cheered and clapped for them as they all sat instruments down and walked off the stage.

“That was amazing!” Chrissy squealed, throwing herself at Eddie.

“Yeah well done everyone, totally killed it out there” Eddie beamed at them all.

“Get a shirt back on dingus, let's go get a drink!” Robin declared, tweaking one of Steve's nipples and walking off towards the bar, Chrissy and Eddie quickly following her.

“Eddie, babe, care to get out of here?” A man asked as he walked up to the group, a little while later, completely ignoring the rest of the band sitting there.

“Hey Jason” Eddie smiled at the stranger, Jason apparently, and very obviously checked him out “Yeah absolutely,” he answered the blonde in front of him. “See you guys tomorrow for writing?” He questioned the band before walking off and joining Jason on the way out the door.

“Did he just ditch us to get laid?” Steve suddenly blurted, leaning his head to the side so he could see around Stephanie who had been on his lap for the past 15 minutes.

“Erm yes I believe that’s what just happened, didn’t think you’d notice though, what with being too busy with Janie and all,” Chrissy responded, an icey tone evident in her voice.

“It's Stephanie,” The girl mumbled.

“Whatever Chris,” Steve huffed. “Shall we get out of here babe?” Steve whispered to the girl on his lap.

“Want to tell me what that was last night” Robin questioned Steve as soon as she sat in the passenger seat.

“What was what?” He replied frowning at her as he started to drive towards Chrissy’s.

“You being all over that girl, in front of everyone, and then getting your knickers in a twist over Eddie leaving with that guy, very obviously to have sex by the way, in case you missed that.”

“Oh, that” Steve sniffed, suddenly very interested in the road, “It was nothing, just he left abruptly is all and she approached me, what else was I meant to do when a babe wants to fuck?”

“Steve, you either need to do something about your feelings or you need to move on. Using someone to try and make him jealous isn’t fair” She smiled sadly at him.

“EDWARD MUNSON” Chrissy shouted at him as soon as he entered the garage.

“I know ok, I should have said no.” He sighed.

“Going home with Jason was not the answer last night, at all. He’s bad news. Just because Steve had some chick all over him does not mean you get to self-destruct, ok” Chrissy whispered into his neck as she hugged him.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #robin buckley #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #Steddie fanfiction #chrissy cunningham #tw smut #tw alcohol mention #smut #stranger things reverse big bang

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ria-writes-stories · 4 months

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Genre: Character Focus. Action + Cotton + Glass Characters: Uzi and Cyn

Description: Who's the true villain?

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As the elevator fell into the depths of the secret labs Uzi easily tried to hold onto N as her arm was still healing, but the poor boy was so shocked from the sudden loss of his friend and everything else that has happened that night that all he could to was shake and look emptily at the ground, falling as well when the elevator began to fall, sure he warped his wings around Uzi to protect her but the impact was too harsh, and the light headed girl was sent off to dream land.

Uzi jumped to her feet immediately, she was in this hollow dark place, looking around beyond puzzled. "Whaaaaaat the hell…?" The angsty emo teen asked as she looked around her baffled. She was in the elevator just moments before. She was with N, and that…human. Uzi couldn't feel her body. She would look at her hands and even tried pinching them but nothing, it made no sense. Was she…? No! She had to pull herself together and snap out of it. Maybe she was asleep? Yeah, that had to be it! There was no other logical explication. She couldn't just…die like that, plus, her system would heal her right back, or better said the AS would…

The moment Uzi thought about the horrible program, a bright yellow light appeared behind her. She turned around to see something similar to what she saw in N and V's memories. These many camera eyes, connected to one body, with claws and everything else. Cyn.

"Oh. Would you look who is here? Care to join my tea party? Light sip." The figure said as the claws moved it's hand and head like a puppet, but there was something wrong, the eyes.. Cyn's visor was pitch black completely shut off.

"Why you robo-satan!" Uzi said as she raised her hand, her symbol appearing faintly before turning yellow and disappearing. The girl looked at her hand puzzled with a shocked expression on herself. "Giggle. Look at you. Trying to use my very own powers against me. How funny. I will have fun tormenting you. Maybe you'll be my new little puppet. Just like your mother. Giggle. Giggle. Devious giggle." As the creature spoke those wards into the far distance, a hologram of Uzi's mother played. Her face was numb, her hair was purple, but her eyes were a bright yellow.

Uzi stopped in her tracks as she looked at the scene with as much shock as when she saw that fake hologram of her father being torn to pecies. "M-mom?" The girl asked sadly as she looked at the hologram of her mother sorrowfully.

Uzi's breath began to get shaky as her body started to tremble, looking at her hands as her vision became blurrier and blurrier. "That's right. Stand still. It is time to kill you in your mind and take over it." The robotic voice said as it snapped it's claws slowly approaching Uzi.

Wait…her mind… HER MIND! Uzi was unconscious most likely, and they were in her mind. Meaning that she had the upper hand, if only she fought. She no longer had that awful magnet on her head. If only she would focus…

"Hahaha! Yes! Suck on that eldritch hollow spooky crab!" Uzi yelled excitedly as she noticed her magnetic-calibrated extremely powerful railgun in her hands, but when she raised her head her face dropped as a crab claw threw her off her feet as her railgun flew in the air, and of course, another crab claw crushed the railgun, right before it got red and exploded. Uzi covered her face with her arms to avoid being damaged, but she was untouched and unharmed as instead a robotic voice was heard spiralling as a loud thud of a huge metal hand dropped on the ground, and that is when Uzi realised that she couldn't possibly be hurt by her own imagination unless she wanted that, but she didn't, instead she wanted to get this damned curse of an abomination.

Uzi thought of something more effective since her railgun takes 30 minutes to charge and she didn't know how time flew here, and soon, she had twin laser guns in her hands and with a mischievous smile she pulled them out and shot towards the figure. "Ow! Ow! Solver of the absolute fabric get a grip!" The voice said as it whined over it's fallen hand before all the camera eyes widened in utter shock as it realized Uzi had new weapons, and soon enough it was hit by the laser beams.

The figure scowled in pain as it used the AS to throw back some of the laser beams, that Uzi easily avoided as if it was just a game. "And they said playing VR action games was a waste of time!" Uzi said with a wide confident smirk as she ran into the distance going around the AS, circling it as she continued to shoot at it. You'd think the AS would be faster and slippery like eldritch J was, but it seems that the fact that it had one tiny body attached to it, on the ground, instead of being able to be a full snake-crab-centipede crawling on walls , was a huge disadvantage for the seemingly all powerful entity.

Uzi noticed one thing very clearly tho…every time she shot towards the AS it covered it's body, Cyn. A plan began to form in Uzi's mind as she got a determined look on her face as she began to fall back, creating more distance between her and this thing as she shot at it relentlessly until her gun ran out of ammo, moment where she looked at her twin guns with a pouty face. "Awwww, really? Why did I have to think of this?! WOAH!" Uzi didn't get too much time to be angry with herself as a claw grabbed her from the back and flew her in the air, slamming her on the ground roughly. Oh she felt that alright. She felt that real well. She groaned from the immense shock that was sent into her body, probably causing a few components to move from their place, and then before she could even take in all of the pain she was slammed again, and again, and again.

Uzi coughed out some oil as she looked at the claw that slightly let her go just to go to her throat to try and snap it in half. Uzi caught the crab claw with her arms as she groaned from the struggle and effort she was putting in, as the sharp pincers of the claw dug into her hands causing her oil to pour out from these freshly made wounds as she groaned in pain, squeezing her eyes closed as she tried to focus only escaping this death grip instead of the pain.

"Hnnnngh- let, go, you cheap off brand CRAB CLAW!" Uzi shouted out angrily as she kicked the arm off of her with her legs as she pushed herself out of it's grasp as the claw immediately snapped strongly once her palms were off from it.

Uzi huffed as she sat up, holding her side in pain as multiple hands rose above her ready to strike, all going down, when suddenly a…white-yellow glitching AS symbol stopped all of them.

Uzi was beyond confused. Was the AS fighting against it's own self? That wouldn't make any sense.

"H-h-ello." A weak glitching voice said, and Uzi's attention was immediately drawn to the more fragile body part of this monstrous amalgamation. It's drone body or better said… Cyn. Her visor was on now, her eyes a pale white fading into yellow. The girl's hand stood extended shaking and trembling as it kept the symbols as best as it could.

"I w-w-on't be ab-ble to hold it for t-too l-l-o-o-ng. H-how is big brother N?" The girl asked with a faint smile as she looked at Uzi with bitter tears in it's eyes as Uzi only stared at her speechless. "I-I'm sorry for w-what happened to V-V-" the girl said weakly as her eyes glitched as if she was showing the symptoms of an awful illness, a terrible error, a wretched weed. "I-I miss h-him." The girl said as Uzi began to slowly step closer. She heard the faint creek of the robotic arms. Looking up she saw how weak the symbol was and that the hands were moving towards her in slow motion, moving slowly and with all their strengths as the yellow cameras stayed focus on Uzi solemnly.

Uzi held her sides in pain as she began to walk towards Cyn. "What…happened to you?" Uzi asked as the realisation of the situation settled into her bones. Cyn was the first AS user there was…so the AS rooted in her.

So much so that you couldn't see where she began and where she ended, all you could see were the awful pincers and camera eyes. She was dying, and the AS, like a parasite was going down with it's host, reason why it was looking for a new one. Nori wasn't anywhere to be seen, meaning either she was already gone or the AS failed to bury itself in her.

"I-I was thrown by my old o-owne-rs. I woke u-up but, I could not s-see. Only hear and f-feel. When I woke up my eyes, so did it." The girl said weakly as she looked at Uzi. The purple haired girl made her way to the maid, as the arms slowly followed after her like hungry snakes ready to jump on her and crush the life out of her with their jaws.

"I w-was happy for a while. With b-iggg-G brother N. But t-t-heeeEEn I l-os-ST control more and mMORE." The girl said as her voice cracked in her speech, and Uzi could see the pain on her face, the struggle she was going through just to answer Uzi's questions, to keep the AS at bay.

"Y-you can't let it w-wiN. P-please don't le-e-ET-t-T-t-T-t it win." The girl spoke as more tears rolled down her cheeks as she begged Uzi to escape herself and others like her from the horrible fate she ended up in. She felt the AS deeply melted with her very own core, she felt sick, weak, and she knew the AS was getting weaker too. It was getting more desperate, more hands on and less rational, this was the best time to attack at full force and rid of it.

"It hu-ur-rrrTs. Please make it stop. N. N. Big brother N make it Sto-O-OP!" The maid began to cry as she closed her eyes, her grip on the claws weakening more and more as they began to chase after Uzi as fast as they could, trying to break free from their imprisonment.

"End it. P-leASE! END IT! I DI-D-Nn-'T mEaN T-T-TO H-ur-R-RRrT ANY-OAAA-NE! " The girl shouted in pain as Uzi looked at her thrown off guard. She was just a girl. Just like her. A girl who had a family once. Who cared for those around her despite her pain. Just like her…

Uzi looked at the sight bitterly. This wasn't fair. But what other options were there? "Take care of b-big brother N for m-me ple-e-ase. T-tell him that I mi-i-Ss him. I really d-do." The girl said with a weak smile as the white of her eyes faded more and more, slowly being replaced by that sickening yellow color.

Uzi shook her head. If Cyn lost control now, who knows when she'll come back if she'll ever return and lend them a hand. Uzi rushed to her, reaching her hand out, but Cyn's hand fell to the side at once. The claws were free and immediately attacked Uzi.

Uzi gasped for air as she sat up. She couldn't hear a single sound around her and she couldn't even look around her. She just looked at the ground in sorrow. Cyn used to be a girl. Just like her. It wasn't fair. What happened to her wasn't fair. And seeing her like that, struggling to save someone despite the unimaginable pain she was going through didn't feel too different from Uzi getting herself to pass out from exhaustion and agonising misery to save N.

Cyn was nothing more and nothing else other than a puppet and the AS was pulling the strings, and yet, she fought against the strings. She wasn't unable to cut them, but she was able to loosen the ones around Uzi slightly, it may not seem much but it was more than enough. Uzi could have been gone in that very moment, but Cyn bought her… them more time to stop this madness and get answers. Cyn didn't own Uzi anything, but Uzi owned her everything. Just like V, Cyn has untrusted Uzi with N and his well being. While V might come back just like J, there was no saying if Cyn would or not wake up again after this. She didn't sacrifice herself. She didn't manage to save the ones she cared for, but she sacrificed the last drops of life that she had within her to save Uzi instead.

Now Uzi had to carry this flame on. She had to put an end to the AS. She had to carry on this battle, for everyone that passed away from it.

The end

#murder drones #murder drones uzi #uzi doorman #murder drones cyn #murder drones fanfiction #murder drones angst

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ask-missparker · 13 days

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Welcome children to the world of enchantment ✨ / OUAT AU

Season two of the mini series ig, inspired by the episode ‘Broken’

Pairings: Nikolai x Mia, Ethan x Liane, Jeremy x Cole

Established Platonic Partners: Joshua & Belladonna

Extra characters mentioned: Alexander, Dr. Hooper, Leroy, Finlay, Rose and etc.

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The curse broke as the mist rushed through the town then began to disappear like it was nothing. As if the blue smoke was never there to begin with. As Amelia opened her eyes, she realized she was still holding her son in her arms despite him being taller than his own mother as her husband curled both of them into his chest for protection against whatever the hell that was.

Joshua looked around staring at the sky before his gaze fell to the woman holding him, his mother, who seemed just as shocked and confused as he was. Last they heard were whispers in the wind as the clamped of footsteps surrounded them. Nikolai was resting his head against his wife’s very own, catching the ball rolling over to them.

“What the hell just happened?” He asked softly getting a weird feeling in his fingertips, as if he lost a little magic touch that soon will return.

“No idea..” Amelia added then looked at her son, “..hi. Y-you found us..”

Joshua nodded with a half smile, the feeling hasn’t hit him yet that he was in his parents arms. Yes, he was glad they were awake and remembered who they were, reconnecting with him. But it still feels foreign to him, he lost almost 18 years with him. His throughts were cut up by Leroy and his pals showing up, talking with one another then speaking to his mother. Snow White & The 7 Dwarfs. His father was grinning and talking about something else he didn’t catch on to.

“Wait hold-pause! If the curse is broken, why haven’t you guys gone back yet?” Joshua asked holding up his hands with a stern expression.

“He really is Charming’s kid.” Leroy muttered pointing with his thumb which earned a glare from Nikolai, “..sorry. He is just asking the real questions.”

Nikolai hummed, “He’s right. And seeing what happened, we need to get everybody involved and safe somewhere. My brother must’ve ran over to his place by now..”

Just then, Dr. Hopper rushed in telling them that people are rushing to kill Alexander at his home. Leroy muttered, “Good. Let’s watch.”

Which earned a glare from his friends that time as the man shrugged proud of his response. Nikolai was ready to defend his brother but a huge part of him wanted to rail him against the road for pain he caused the people of the town as his wife stayed quiet, realizing they had to go. Joshua reminded them that he was still family and heroes don’t just sit there waiting for a murder, as he rushed off to stop the charge. Nikolai led the others to his brother’s house, with a piercing hand ready to take him down and keep his family safe.

Once the group arrived there were half of the town surrounding the house, as nurse Rose and a doctor Finlay were sharping up to murder the man in charge. Liane’s eyes glowed a firey punch as her hands began shaking a purple light grabbed Alex by the collar and Ethan carrying a dagger. Nikolai pushed The Ace of Heart off him and Amelia held back Liane. Belladonna noticed Joshua pushing back the crowd as she yelled into his ear over the loudness of the yard about the situation as he simply nodded.

“You good?” She asked, which only earned around nod from the tall boy, “Why are you not killing him?”

“Because I am not a member of the public here!” He yelled over the crowd of noise at her.

But Belladonna could tell something was up, however she kept quiet.

“Mia! Snow let go of me! The son of a bitch has my wings somewhere!” Yelled Liane trying to releasing herself from the short brunette’s grasp, “Since when did you get stronger?!”

“Since I am just as pissed as you!” She yelled back, an angry look in her eyes that almost seemed to calm the blonde down.

“Let me kill him! He deserves to die for his crimes against humanity…”

“He doesn’t have to die, he didn’t kill you or anyone of us.”

Meanwhile Nik almost punch Ethan with their fuel strength coming back as he shouted, “Let him go! We’re victims but not murders, killing him will turn us, as dark as he is! Is that what you want?!”

Ethan’s glares soften, as his gaze fell onto his beloveds girls then stepped back, “We have a lot to figure out then. He needs to be locked up for all of our safety..and his, or else I will murder him.”

Joshua and Belladonna watched as their parents took charge of the situation. Alexander stood up from the ground as he curled his hand into fist realizing not all of his power has returned yet, only a mere bit was felt in him, but then his gaze fell onto the children.

Both equally difficult yet different expressions washed over their faces, causing Alexander’s smirk to lessen just slightly. Joshua’s eyes locked onto him for a moment, the same way they did when they were alone a couple of days ago, he looked away and faced his brother wondering what he might do next.

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The cell door was slammed into his face as he smirked. Nikolai told him to knock it off as Ethan walked over to Alexander ready to question his actions. Amelia sat down on the edge of the table facing the cell with a glare, keeping her hand on Liane’s shoulder to keep the blonde calm. Joshua was leaning against a wall quietly as Bella kept looking at Snow and her mother, then faced her friend again. Amelia noticed their faces and decided to let both Charmings chat with the king as she led the other out of the Sheriff Station, telling both men to leave once they’re done and met them at Bruce’s Diner to talk.

As both mother walked with their children, a single death of silence ran down their bodies. It felt creepy. Joshua sighs with his hands in his pockets watching them, feeling odd until his mother broke the silence before he did. Bella felt just as uncomfortable as him.

“Hey. Can we all just talk?” Amelia said with a small smile.

Liane furrow her brows, “Not the best time Snow..I just woke up from the nightmare of a nap..”

“Try being in a coma for 16 years Mal..it’s hard, I know. But look at where we are. My son and niece are here in front of me. Your nephew, none of us got a chance to even talk yet..”

“Snow, honey, it’s a lot I know. I just got my man back and wings are here..I think?”

Bella half smiled and nods, “Hi aunt Amelia..or do I call you Snow?”

“Whichever one you want, Bella. I’m your aunt. ” She said with a small smile before looking at her son, “And you’re my kid. I have not gotten a proper chance with you guys yet. You have gotten weeks for your fathers, I only got two days with you..so can we all just talk?”

Joshua took his hands out of his pockets and sighed, “…I am uh, happy we are all here and the curse is broken, but I only wish it went differently..my whole life I was alone.”

Liane spoke up, “But if we haven’t sent you away, you would’ve been cursed or worse, Josh. I would’ve done the same with Bella..”

“I know that. I do…um, theses last couple of weeks were pretty weird and terrifying to me..and now it just got weirder.”

Bella placed a hand on his back and back her friend up by explaining, “What Joshua meant to say..you guys remember who you are. It’s cool, it’s what we all wanted but now things have changed, we don’t know how you guys will interact now in the real world with your kids..and you all have memory with each other, we don’t..”

That seemed to silence both mothers, looking at one another and then their children. They hate to admit it but Josh and Bella were right.

Things just got weirder.

It’s a lot of things to figure out soon, but they had to try.

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Liane offered to go to The Library or her house for shelter as the others agreed. Liane and Joshua let the path, as Bella and Mia followed behind. As they entered the Library, Liane could see the parallels between children as Bella acted in a way like Mia by using her surroundings, to create a area to pick up books and finding an space to collect their thoughts.

Meanwhile Josh’s curiosity but stand-off way of showcasing himself was similar to her, and she gets it. She wasn’t smart enough to stay focus for too long and wanted to use her energy to make a point that she belongs somewhere, to fight. She was someone who made plenty of mistakes and felt vastly alone for so long before finding Ethan and her friends to support her.

Liane remembers being excited to meet her nephew, buying everything for him and vowing to show him her land of opportunity. She pictured his little cheeks, how he would giggle and if his eyes would signify something like sunflowers. And here he was, as she saw herself in him. But she sees a mix of Mia and Nikolai as well.

It was weird but nice nonetheless the parallel between them.

She was taken out of her thoughts as soon as the doors of the library opened to showcase Cole smirking, “Ah if it isn’t the mothers and the children. I know you’re worried about Alex and the land, but fear not cause we will have a better place soon.��

“The hell did you do?” Mia asked looking up from the book.

Bella eyed her uncle, “Your the wizard of our world, you have something up your sleeve. What it is? A dragon? A killer beast?”

“You two are similar, I see.” Cole says almost immediately with a dry tone but his smirk stayed, “Alexander is being taken care of now. With magic back in town, I sent an invitation his way.”

“What kind of invitation?” Liane asked now intrigued, “To kill him?”

“In a way, yes, it would be a piercing death sentence. But the price is highly unlikely to payoff. With him dead, someone will have to rule. I assume the heroes will.”

Joshua looked out the window of the library watching the smoke clear up but the clouds remained grey as dark skies rose over the area of the town. Whatever Cole brought to murder Alexander was not pretty…

“Enough with the noise, Cole, but what is it exactly?” Joshua asked this time, still looking out the windows, reaching over to grab something to defend himself with.

“Oh, just a little friend from the other side, from the enchanted forest.” Cole said holding up a hand to stop him from asking anything else and continued, “Yes, our land is basically empty and now dead weight, a wasteland, but death knows all. So I brought a dead body Alexander’s way…”

“What the f-!”

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“Who in heavens are you?!” Alexander yelled, he had cuffs on his wrist to prevent him from using any magic as he tried to break free from the cell.

The ghost of knight’s slipped in between the bars of the cell and started to float. A black cloud covered its legs, as its body became like smoke. Its face was covered in scars, pale grey and his eyes were filled with anger. A shining light flashed from its eyes almost a piercing red-yellow color. He had a deep blade that basically made to stab and consume the life of others at his will.

It roared and shakes the air surrounding them, as the room temperature dropped below freezing and rumbling under Alexander’s feet.

Eariler Cole came in and threatened the man, as he ripped Alexander’s wrist and used a dagger to cut his hand. A black symbol appeared on his hand afterward in the shape of a coin with double swords in the center of it all.

For the first time in forever, Alexander was powerless against the beast in front of him. He tried shaking the cell block and jingling the lock but nothing happened. The knight sword started to move around and course the king’s life into the blade as Alexander screamed in pain. He suffered in silence and tears almost immediately appeared, shouting in the middle of the cell for help.

Nikolai and Ethan were gone at The Diner, probably even at the bar to drink their troubles away together.

Alexander has never felt pain like this before and it made him weaken over time, coughing and reaching for the walls to keep him from falling asleep on the ground floor. He wondered if this is how his behavior in the past, finally came to affect him in the future. A lifetime seeking pain for the suffering he caused to others.

He didn’t even know what to think.

All he knows was that he was screaming in agony for help.

The lights flickered in the station and in the view was his brother, who was growling at the man. Nikolai seemed to enjoy his presence as he suffered, Ethan and the others were behind him. He glanced over to Liane whose eyes flickered purple but fearful of the beast in front of him. Ethan rushed opening the cell and zapped the ghostly creature into stumbling back. Nikolai and Liane nodded blasting the figure as it roared fiercely at them then slipped away to the cracks of the window and out of the room.

Alexander sighed in relief coughing and grunting at the thought of his pain still lingering over him.

Liane’s eyes returned back to normal, “What was that thing?”

“I wish I knew..” Both brother muttered at the same time.

“I do.” Ethan admitted as the others nodded waiting for him to answer, “..in the same way death and life appear to be good or bad, so do those ghosts. In Wonderland, we called them Balance Knights, I don’t know what they are called in The Enchanted Realm. It can bring others, if not care to harm everyone…they can either bring life good luck or bad fortune..for Alexander it was death. And the pain he caused to others..”

“Okay so, how do we kill it?” Alexander spat out, breathing heavily.

“You kill no one.” Nikolai responded with a glare, “You can’t kill a ghost without fire and a way to sent it home to its body.”

“I want it dead. How do we sent it back?”

Liane was about to say something but a voice beat her to it. Mia entered the room and was followed behind the teens who held up books, broomsticks, along with a top hat. Jeremy walked in after a few moments with a smirk on his face holding dark dust.

Nikolai muttered something about how he requested them to stay outside and then his wife refused to listen to him. Mia threw him a look holding the book in her hands. Ethan and Liane notice Josh was holding the set of broomsticks and Bella was carrying the top hat. One of The Mad Hatter’s famous hat.

Jeremy explains how he used to study plenty of books back in the day. One of them held information on Cole’s little creature, crediting the teens for the idea, and how to send the knight back.

With that, they got to work.

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In the middle of town hall, everyone stood up carrying weapons to protect themselves and fight the enemy at hand. Alexander was used as bait, as Joshua cut a similar mark on the man’s hand to lure the ghost in. With blood on his hand and Alexander standing in the front, the creature appeared once again to take him.

Joshua held up a broomstick with fire almost immediately like it was a sword to lure it closer, Nikolai, Ethan and Liane used their blast the creature. The ghost screamed and shouted roaring, flipping his sword around to fight the trio. The trio used their magic to keep the knight steady as they fought. Mia and Bella made their appearance together, with pages of the spell book open and the hat in hand.

Bella chanted the words of the spell to convince the knight to pause and take leave, as it hissed trying to attack, meanwhile Mia spin the Hatter’s top hat hoping to enchant magic to open a portal. Jeremy poured the dark dust surrounding the hat and the area where it stand, pushing them backward for safety reasons.

The portal only opened slightly and slowly approached into a small circle of blackened clouds. But it wasn’t clear enough for the ghost to fit. The trio was too busy fighting meanwhile Jeremy and Mia were using the broomstick covered with flames and salt to keep the knight from escaping the attack they made.

Bella kept chanted and looking for pages to widen a portal, inching forward to the hat as she nodded at Joshua to follow along. Joshua had a determined look on his space spinning the hat and spreading the dark dust over the top hat. Bella’s eyes narrowed down picking up some more dust from the ground, gripped onto her friends forearm as they both chanted the words.

Like well…magic, it worked as the portal open sucking in the knight into its grand hole back to where it came.

The adults were so preoccupied with the damage and rushing the knight towards the end of the hat, they didn’t notice the aftermath of the chaos. The portal didn’t close on time, sucking Bella and Joshua in, Jeremy was trying to destroy the entire portal but got caught inside as well.

“Not my kids!” Liane exclaimed jumping over and into the portal.

Nikolai growled, “I’m losing more family again!”

Their spouses yelled at them, trying desperately to make a jump for it and exchanged insults later.

Ethan and Mia planned to jumpstart the portal to appear a little long to appear across but it was too late.. Nikolai jumped across the fence and into the portal as it closed right before their eyes.

The only thing left was the hat slowly turning around and stopped on the ground, as Alexander hissing on the floor…

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Ahhh 😌 I blame @missstrawbs2001 loving return to OUAT for the inspiration, I love this show very much. Ngl I wanna skip to season 3 or something soon hahaha

What do you guys think?

Oh here are the tags: @purpleprincessonfyre @meiramel @gcthvile @rickb-chaos @gaminggirlsstuff @wizzzardofoz @cherrysft @thechoooooosenone @luna-d-marsh @sherloquestea and etc

#fantasy au #ouat au #liane felton #mia & lia #liane x ethan #bella and josh #ask missparker #marvel oc #spiderman oc #children oc #cole lensherr #shut up alex #once upon a time fanfiction #ouat rewatch #ouat s2 #once upon a time au

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overlordraax · 3 months

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Please talk about "Meeting Cyclonus’ parents” — I really want to know how that'd go down!

Better than that! I might as well post what I got written!

This was all for a variation of the Galvadad au (a fantasy au one though that doesn't pop up here). But I had a bit of fun writing it. Do enjoy!

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"So where are we going this time?" Roddy asked.

"To Vos," Galvatron said.

"Cool!" The city of fliers. Roddy had heard so much about that. He couldn't wait to see. Good thing he had packed his hoverboard.

"Where to first?"

"We shall be stopping on the mountains just outside the city, to visit Cyclonus's parents."

Roddy turned with huge optics towards the shuttle-jet.

"Whoa!" he whispered in awe. "You have parents?"

Cyclonus was so aloof and scary that Roddy had always imagined that Cyclonus had just kind of sprung fully formed from the ground or an egg or something. He couldn't imagine Cyclonus with a family.

Cyclonus simply nodded in response to Roddy's awe.

"My creators are two of the fiercest warriors to have ever graced the skies. They taught me everything I know about loyalty, devotion and fighting. In battle the two are ruthless and cunning."

"Wow." Now Roddy was imagining two even bigger Cyclonus's and even scarier. Then he gulped and wondered how scary they might actually be.

Galvatron gave a sharp laugh, before patting his hand on Roddy's shoulder.

"Do not worry, you shall meet them soon enough."

The door was opened and a little purple seeker stepped through. She was wearing a set of optical enhancers on her nasal ridge. Next to Cyclonus she was tiny. She looked up at him and then her optics widened, she turned back into the house and called.

"Dearie! Our Cyclonus is here!" She spun round back to Cyclonus and went to embrace him. Cyclonus got down on his knees and hugged her.

"Hello mummy," he said.

"Oh goodness, we haven't seen you in so long. You just keep getting taller."

"It's because I always eat my greens," Cyclonus smiled. He actually genuinely smiled!

"Well good. I always told you enough as a youngling."

Then another purple femme stepped out. This time a shuttle who was even taller than Cyclonus.

"Oh! It's my little boy!" She managed to engulf all three of them in a hug.

"Hello mama."

Roddy wasn't prepared for any of this. His mind was reeling at what he seeing. These two looked like the nicest femmes he'd ever seen. How could these two possibly be Cyclonus's parents?

Once he was released from the hug the little seeker looked over and noticed the other two waiting there.

"Oh! Galvatron, how lovely to see you again." She came over and gave Galvatron another big friendly hug.

"Always a pleasure to see you."

She next turned her attention to Roddy, and then her optics sparkled.

"And who's this?"

"Hi. I'm Hot Rod," Roddy smiled. Suddenly he found himself instantly wrapped in a big hug.

"Cyclonus! You brought us a grandson!" The seeker exclaimed. Roddy felt sure he could hear Cyclonus spluttering somewhere. "Oh look at you! Aren't you just so cute?"

Roddy was unhooked from the hug and found himself being examined and checked over. The little seeker scrutinising every bit of him.

"Oh, you're so small! And look at your wings!" she said as she looked over Roddy's spoiler.

Suddenly the shuttle was also securitising him and fussing over him.

"How can you fly on those wings? They're so small. I guess he must be a warframe-seeker mix. But I've never a warframe so small. The poor thing's clearly not being fed enough."

"Mama, if I can explain..." Cyclonus tried to say.

"What you need is a good hearty meal," the seeker said, "come on in and we can have some cake."

Roddy was going to protest that he was just the right size for a racer his age but then there was the mention of cake and he immediately shut his mouth.

"Come on inside, just this way," the seeker said as she led Roddy into the home.

#Transformers #Cyclonus #Galvatron #Galvacyc #Galvadad #Hot Rod #Rodimus #TF Hot Rod #My Writings #Maccadam #writing meme

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girlwiththepapatattoo · 6 months

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The Unlikely Similarities Between Kittens and Vampires, Chapter 17

Warnings: Canon typical violence, arguing, Astarion being himself

Summary: They don't always mesh, and feelings are hard.

Notes: Okay, so, apologies that this chapter took so long! I had a bout of writer's block and then I had the flu which turned into bronchitis like always. But I hope that you enjoy this chapter! Playing some more with canon because, honestly, I hate that you just stand there and watch Nere kill that gnome even if you're 100% planning on killing him. Enjoy! <3

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Sweat drips down Sable’s skin, sliding down her spine and drenching her clothes. Which is no surprise, really, considering the floor is quite literally lava.

The slavers lay dead in the huge, blisteringly hot room, the only separation between their feet and the molten rock being a series of metal grates. Now all that remains is to clear the rocks trapping True Soul Nere and the other gnomes. The druid moves a little away and begins rummaging around her back for any explosives.

“Darling, might I offer a bit of advice with our little problem here?” Astarion says, crouching down next to her. She looks up at him, watching a bead of sweat slide down his cheek. He’s just as affected by the heat as everyone else (only Karlach seems to be fairly okay), and she’s not sure why she thought he wouldn’t be.

Probably the whole being undead thing.

“Of course you can,” she murmurs, and looks back down to the pack. Where did I get so many bottles of grease from?

He lowers his voice. “If we only wait a little while, the poison in there will do our job for us. There wouldn’t need to be a fight with the man, we’d just need to lop his head off and head back to mushroom land.”

She frowns, tossing aside a random plate she’d picked up and thought she could sell because it’s silver. “We can’t do that. The gnomes in there would die with him.”

“Gods, really?” She looks up at him, startled at his tone. His nose is wrinkled as if he’d smelled something bad. “Saving gnomes? I know you like to save everyone, it’s very admirable, but honestly…”

Sable stares at him as if he’s grown two heads. “I…you’re just joking, right?” she asks, her voice incredulous.

His eyebrow arches. “No? Why would I want to ruin my nails trying to save some gnomes who are probably dead anyway?”

Her incredulity falls quickly into an ice stare. She glares at him. His kitten, the ever-anxious Sable, is outright glaring at him. She doesn’t say another word, just goes back to rifling through her pack.

“Erm…Sable?”

“Don’t talk to me,” she spits, and yanks her arm out of her pack. In her hand were two smokepowder satchels. Ignoring Astarion’s shocked spluttering, she stalks over to the cave-in and sets them up. “Everyone back up!”

The gnomes and their group scramble backwards, and once she’s far enough away, her hand lights in flame. She launches a firebolt towards the satchels, and a massive explosion rocks the room. Rubble flies everywhere, and when the dust clears, Nere and several gnomes are walking out of the room beyond, covered in dust and coughing.

The drow’s face is contorted with rage as he turns for the slaves who followed him out. Sable’s eyes widen in dread as purple magic starts to swirl around his hands. “Worthless slaves. Your incompetence has been my ruin!”

“NO!” In a burst of movement, wings burst from Sable’s form, and she takes off like a shot just as Nere’s magic hits the gnome woman. She screams as she’s shoved into the air, arcing towards the lava, the heat searing her skin and causing the ends of her hair to curl and burn…

…when massive talons curl around her body, lifting her up and away from the deadly molten earth. Sable, as a giant eagle, screeches out her rage, but she’s exceedingly gentle as she sets the gnome down on top of a metal platform high above the floor, out of harm's way.

Nere couldn’t do anything to stop it though, because as soon as he’d released the magic he’s slammed into the ground by a roaring, enraged tiefling with a greataxe. Karlach’s first strike alone nearly cuts him in half, and the second severs his spine.

It goes very quiet then. Astarion looks around for Sable, only to spot her still in her eagle form, up on that platform, the gnome tucked under her wing. The vampire, by now, has long since noticed that when she wildshapes, her eyes stay the same color, that beautiful hazel that reminds him of the forests up aboveground. And that color is somehow even more piercing as an enormous bird with talons the size of long knives.

Especially when said enormous bird is glaring at him.

“Sable?” he calls, frowning. “Sable, Nere is dead, darling! You can bring the gnome back-”

But he’s cut off with another shrill screech from his transformed lover. Halsin winces. “I don’t know what you said to her, Astarion, but she’s very angry. She may be a little lost in her eagle form right now.”

“Lost in it?” Astarion says, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“Sometimes, if you wildshape while experiencing heavy emotions, it can be hard to retain…well, yourself,” the elder druid replies, watching as Sable leans down and runs her beak through the gnome’s hair. “Giant eagles are highly territorial and protective over what they decide they must keep safe, and Sable changed while desperate to protect someone.”

Astarion stares up at his shifted lover. “...so how do we get her back?”

“Difficult to say,” Halsin replies. “But I’ll go speak with her.” He glances down at the shorter man, frowning. “She’s made it clear that she doesn’t want to hear from you right now.”

The vampire scowls. “Now, hold on-”

But it’s too late. The elder druid’s form is encased in a golden light, and he launches himself into the air, wings expanding into his own giant eagle shape. He soars up and around, landing next to his younger friend, who’s still gently preening the gnome (who is very confused, but not enough to risk the ire of the giant bird that could eviscerate her rather easily.)

Astarion watches them for a few minutes. Emotion writhes in his stomach, and it’s beginning to annoy him. He’s not guilty over what he said…

…but he doesn’t like Sable being upset with him.

“Hey, Fangs!” Karlach calls. “Locked chest over here!”

“Yes, yes,” he replies, and wrenches his gaze away. He wipes a bead of sweat from his cheek and starts walking towards the chest in question.

This is a much better use of his time than worrying.

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It takes almost an hour before there’s a sharp and piercing cry from the eagles above. They swoop back down, and Sable gently releases the gnome onto the grating of the floor. She immediately rushes into her brother's arms, both gnomes sobbing in relief and thanking her as she transforms back.

She gives them a faint smile, before turning to Nere’s corpse. She looks…tired, world-weary, as if she’d like nothing more than to curl up and sleep where she stands.

After the past few weeks, it’s entirely understandable.

She walks over to the corpse, pulling out her dagger, and begins cutting the head off. She ignores the way the decapitation (the slicing of skin and bone, the sound of flesh and tendons tearing) makes her stomach roll, and works diligently to get the head free. She immediately stuffs it into a burlap sack and hangs it off her belt.

Astarion steps over, opening his mouth to ask if she’s all right, but she holds up her hand. “Not now,” is all she says. She glances around, before her eyes find who she’s looking for. “Gale! Let’s get back to the myconids.”

“My pleasure! This place is a little too balmy for my liking,” the wizard says agreeably, and begins to draw a sigil on the ground. Everyone, from her group to the gnomes, quickly steps through as the magical light flares, and they find themselves in the much cooler climes of the myconid’s territory.

Astarion watches, his arms crossed, as Sable delivers Nere’s head to Sovereign Spaw. The look on her face when the mushroom people begin to dance and spew fire-work like spores, the wonder and delight…he finds himself smiling in spite of himself. And as soon as he realizes it, his smile drops.

They set up a camp just outside the village, and they use the waterfall to wash up in. Everyone feels better after sluicing the sweat and blood from their skin, and Gale soon starts cooking. Sable shuffles over to sit near the edge of the rock face they’re on, staring up at the huge, glowing sussur tree. She wants some time alone, but it’s too dangerous to venture very far from camp, so she makes do.

Astarion gets back from his shower, a towel around his shoulders, clean shirt on but unlaced. His washed clothes are quickly hung up to dry on a line he suspends between two nightfronds. He glances around as he runs a comb through his curls, spotting Sable sitting off by herself, her hair clean but not looking brushed. He sighs softly, grabs her brush from her pack, and steps over. “Really, kitten, this is how you get those nasty snarls,” he murmurs, sitting down behind her.

He watches her shoulders tense as he gently starts brushing through her water-darkened locks. “I was going to get to it,” she mutters, pulling her legs to her chest and wrapping her arms around her knees.

“When it’s much too late, I’m sure,” is his reply. “But it’s all right. I’ve got you, darling.”

She doesn’t say anything for a long moment. The silence stretches, the only sounds are the camp behind them and the brush through her hair.

“You’re even quieter than usual,” he finally murmurs. “If you’re angry with me, I’d rather you just say so.”

She sighs. “I’m not angry anymore. Just…disappointed.”

“You know that’s always worse,” he huffs, and if his hands falter a little on her hair, no one says anything.

She snorts. “I hate that you can still make me laugh, even when I’m upset with you.”

“It’s a talent,” he replies, beginning to braid her hair into an intricate plait.

She’s quiet another moment, before sighing. “Why did you suggest what you did? Did you actually think I’d be okay with something like that?”

“I suggested it, darling, because it was the simplest solution to our problem,” he replies, frowning. “Just a little waiting, and there wouldn’t have been any need for a fight. Or, well, you turning into a giant bird and Karlach cutting him in half.” He pauses. “Which was rather impressive, now that I think about it.”

“Sure, the simplest. But also the cruelest,” she says tiredly. “If you know me as well as you think, you know I never would have just left those gnomes to die.”

His lips purse, though his hands stay gentle on her hair. “I do know you, and I know you wouldn’t have left them. But having someone at your back to bring up every option, even the most unsavory, is important.”

“I won’t sacrifice people to make our job easier, Astarion.”

“And I don’t want you to fucking die saving someone I don’t care about!” he suddenly shouts.

Her eyes widen in shock as the words leave his lips. She looks at him over her shoulder, and he seems to realize exactly what he said because what little color he has drains from his face. Neither of them notice how quiet the camp behind them has gotten. “...you…care about me?” Sable whispers.

He stares at her. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” Her heart pounds.

“Don’t you?”

“Astarion-”

He stands, suddenly, her hair half-braided. He won’t meet her eyes. His mouth opens as if to say something, before closing with a snap. He turns on his heel and stalks into his tent.

Sable stares after him. The rest of the group sits there, stewing in the awkwardness, until Gale comes back, sighing happily and rubbing a towel through his hair. “Now, that was sorely needed! And right on schedule, dinner’s ready! Who’s hungry?”

“Oh, read the underground cavern, Gale,” Karlach groans, as Sable quickly rushes into her own tent. The others grab their dinner and disperse, leaving the wizard looking confused and concerned.

“What? What did I miss? Everyone? Anyone?”

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #my writing

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Thinking about Sky talking to little Legend about his powers and to find aspects he appreciates about them, like "Well, my wings were really cumbersome at first, but once I figured out how to fly I grew to love them," and then Sky goes home or something, and Malon comes out of the house just in time to find tiny rabbit Legend about to jump off the roof trying to fly.

Sky gets a *very* loud phonecall from Malon shortly thereafter

“Come on Ledge, I’m sure there’s something you like about being a bunny. Just tell me one thing, okay?”

Legend crossed his arms and pouted in the way only little kids could, looking grumpily at the floor, pointedly away from Sky’s face.

“Nothing,” he moped. “Twi’s is better. Bunnies can’t do anything. Wolves have teeth an’ big fur an’ long tails an’ can run.”

Sky smiled. “Well rabbits can run too, and hop! Wolves can’t hop.”

“But they don’t need to! They’ve got the other stuff! Bunnies just have dumb stuff!” Legend groaned, flopping back into the floor.

He was silent for a couple moments, then put an arm over his face.

“Why’d I have to be a bunny,” he mumbled.

Sky sighed, and sat down on the floor next to Legend, looking at the young boy pouting on the floor. He leaned close, and watched him for a couple moments before saying anything.

“Do you want to know a secret?” he asked, and Legend peered up at him.

Sky motioned him close, and Legend lifted his arm off his face as he sat back up, looking intensely curious as he leaned in.

“...I used to not like having wings,” Sky whispered, and Legend’s eyes grew huge.

“Whaaat? But-but— wings!” Legend gasped, and Sky smiled. “They’re so cool! An’ big and stuff!”

“That’s true,” Sky admitted, “but at first they were too big. It was impossible to do anything with them, I hated having them out and didn’t even like to look at them... but then I learned to fly.”

Legend cocked his head, and Sky extended his wings, resting the red and white feathers out so Legend could look at them closer.

“And I learned to love them,” Sky continued with a fond smile. “And I bet you’ll learn to love being a bunny someday too.“

Legend ran a hand over a wing, admiring the purple and yellow feathers among the red and white, and looked thoughtful.

“...maybe,” he admitted, and Sky smiled.

(...)

“Legend? Legend honey, are you in here?” Malon called, looking around the kitchen.

She hadn’t seen her second-youngest since Sky had left nearly an hour ago, and was starting to get a bit worried. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get absorbed in something and turn invisible without thinking, but he still made noise while doing so.

“Legend?” she called again, and wandered out the back door. “Are you out here?”

“Hi mom!”

Malon froze in her steps, and slowly turned her head around, up at the house behind her.

And up on the very top of their roof, sat a little pink bunny.

“Legend!” Malon gasped, and her son twitched his nose. “What— get down from there! You could hurt yourself!”

Legend shook his head. “Nope! I won’t get hurt! I’m gonna fly!”

Malon felt equal exasperation and fearful disbelief go through her. “Sweetie do not try to fly, you’ll fall!”

“No I won’t!” Legend called back, “Sky said he didn’t like his powers til’ he learned to fly, so I’m gonna fly!”

“Legend, stay right there until I can come get you,” Malon said firmly, and Legend thumped his back leg angrily.

“No! I’m gonna FLY!”

And he leapt off the roof, flapping his tiny ears as he went.

Malon sprung into action as Legend plummeted towards the ground, who, once realizing he really couldn’t fly, let out a screech of terror. She leapt forwards and caught her tiny son in her arms just in time, and sank to the ground, the pink puffball that was currently Legend breathing a bit erratically.

“Young man, we do not pitch ourselves off roofs in this house!” Malon managed to get out, giving the bunny cupped in her arms a stern look.

Legend shrank down a bit, and looked significantly cowed.

“Sorry mom,” he said quietly. “Sky said it worked for him.”

Malon sighed.

“You and Sky are not the same person honey,” she said gently, and gave him a hug. “Sky has his powers, and you have yours. And I promise you that being a rabbit is just as amazing as having wings, or spraying ice or being a wolf. Okay?”

“Okay,” Legend mumbled.

Malon stood up and sighed again.

“Well. Normally you wouldn’t get dessert for quite some time after a stunt like that, but I think you learned your lesson enough. But if I ever find you up there again you will be in serious trouble mister,” she said sternly, then gave Legend another quick hug.

Then she made a beeline for the phone, a determined gleam in her eye.

(...)

Riiiing.

Riii—

“Oh, hi Malon! I was about to call you, I think I left my jacket—“

“SKY.”

Sky froze in terror at the tone of voice, and gulped, the sound of it something that scared him more than anything else he’d ever faced in all his years as a superhero.

Warriors, who was standing nearby, looked over at him and mouthed hang up.

#and then Malon proceeded to chew him out for the next half hour or so #...um. oops. I wrote a thing.#I couldn’t help it this made me laugh I loved the idea Tellie #I had better things I could’ve been doing but here we are #this is kinda silly XD #answers from the floor #telemna hyelle my beloved #writing from the floor #incredibles au #lu legend #lu sky #lu malon #long post #linked universe #incredibles au fic

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maid-with-sunset-in-her-hair · 1 year

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Sansa was wearing silver and purple at Joffery wedding. She also wore that silver hairnet of black amethyst. Dany was shown to wore silver collar with purple amethyst st Qarth and her eyes were compared with amethyst. Sansa was carrying poison which was used for killing Joffery who was her nephew and king. Could be foreshadowing for Dany killing her nephew Aegon who will be king. Plus the rumors about Sansa turning into winged wolf after killing Joffery fits more Dany flying over Drogon.

Hello Dot! You’re probably right that it’s partially foreshadowing about Daenerys killing her nephew like Sansa killed hers. But I also wanted to add that the symbolism for amethysts is slightly different in Daenerys’ chapters and much more prominent than in Sansa's chapters.

Daenerys wore a purple dress and amethyst bracelets together with a gold slave collar to meet with Khal Drogo, who ended raping her until she wanted to die:

The girl slid the gilded sandals onto her feet, while the old woman fixed the tiara in her hair, and slid golden bracelets crusted with amethysts around her wrists. Last of all came the collar, a heavy golden torc emblazoned with ancient Valyrian glyphs. (AGOT Daenerys I)

The scene of Daenrys getting ready to meet him is actually very similar to the scene of Sansa unwittingly getting ready for her wedding with Tyrion. A golden child bride with amethysts and a silver child bride with moonstones, foils and parallels. Like Sansa, Daenerys is also being trapped in an abusive situation.

Her ancestors are described as having amethyst eyes during her wake the dragon dream, and they're encouraging her to pursue a doomed legacy of fire and blood under the belief she’ll find a home and a place to belong:

Ghosts lined the hallway, dressed in the faded raiment of kings. In their hands were swords of pale fire. They had hair of silver and hair of gold and hair of platinum white, and their eyes were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade. (AGOT Daenerys IX)

Xaro gifted her an amethyst collar top ward off poisons, but it's implied he's sabbotaging her attempts to gain the support from others in Qarth and trying to get her killed so he can steal her dragons:

"A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. (ACOK Daenerys III)

For Sansa amethysts are poison, for Daenerys they’re supposed to protect her from poisons, but are a poison of another kind. She paid for the Unsullied with a box of black amethysts:

Jars of saffron, jars of myrrh, jars of pepper and curry and cardamom, an onyx mask, twelve jade monkeys, casks of ink in red and black and green, a box of rare black amethysts, a box of pearls, a cask of pitted olives stuffed with maggots, a dozen casks of pickled cave fish, a great brass gong and a hammer to beat it with, seventeen ivory eyes, and a huge chest full of books written in tongues that Dany could not read. And more, and more, and more. Her people stacked it all before the slavers. (ASOS Daenerys II)

We don’t know if those are actually black amethysts or if it’s just a slang for the Strangler, but during the whole transaction, Kraznys is telling Denerys to sack the small cities and bring the captives back to be sold in Astapor, tempting her to participate more deeply in the slave trade.

Hizdahr is probably working with The Harpy to undermine Daenerys and bring slavery back to Meereen, guess what he’s wearing the first time he appears on page?

The nobleman had wings of wiry red-black hair sprouting from his temples. They made him look as if his head were about to take flight. His long face was made even longer by a beard bound with rings of gold. His purple tokar was fringed with amethysts and pearls. (ADWD Daenerys I)

And finally Xaro was wearing an amethyst nose ring when he threatened Daenerys after he failed to convince her to sail to Westeros and abandon Meereen to the slavers:

Tears welled from his eyes, creeping down his nose, past emeralds, amethysts, and black diamonds. "I told the Thirteen that you would heed my wisdom. It grieves me to learn that I was wrong. Take these ships and sail away, or you will surely die screaming. You cannot know how many enemies you have made." (ADWD Daenerys III)

The central symbolism of amethysts in Daenerys’ chapters seems to be about slavery. Being sold to Drogo like a slave, her family’s legacy of fire and blood that can be traced back to Valyria, buying slaves, Xaro and Hizdahr who are supporting slavery in a way or another.

#asoiaf #my meta #valyrianscrolls #anti daenerys targaryen #sansa stark

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v33n4-c4rn1s · 3 months

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♡︎⋆｡COLD STORM ｡⋆♡︎

veena lambert x mare torres

I need more of them.....

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Mare was at ease, laying back on the sofa and watching some shitty movie, he was in that tiny piece of heaven, relaxed and calm with his arm around..a pillow? well, that's not right at all! after all he's normally with his beloved but now he's realized..she's no where in sight.

"vee-? veena?"

He gently called from the living room, turning his head around to see if she could be in the kitchen..but she wasn't. where was she? I mean surely he had made sure she was alright? could she be in the bedroom? where on earth could she..

His mini panic was cut off by a loud banging, turning to the source of the noise he immediately jumped back, standing at the window was a huge bat. Flapping it's wings and hissing, baring it's teeth and headbutting the glass.

"HOLY SHIT??"

He had never seen ANYTHING like it. It was huge and it looked angry..he looked around in a panic, trying to figure out where his girlfriend was while also worrying about the huge bat! until something clicked in his head. The bat wore a tiny jewel, a ruby..veena could shift into a bat whenever she pleased..

She had told him she was heading out for the night for food.

She had told him to leave the window open.

She had told him about the storm tonight.

Oh dear.

He'd locked her outside.

Suddenly, as the thought dawned on him he rushed over to the window, opening it up and allowing her in, with a flick of red dust there she stood. Absolutely drenched and extremely pissed off.

"..veena I'm so-"

"Are you fucking kidding me!? i TOLD you I was going out! I said to open the damn window!? you knew I was out!! you KNEW that!! and there i stood in the shaking cold!! giving myself a concussion so you could notice and let me into my OWN fucking home!!"

She stopped herself, breathing out an angry sigh before pushing past him, she left marks on the floor from the rain, she was violently trembling and shivering, she shuffled down to their bathroom before slamming the door.

Mare didn't like the way this went down, he never meant to lock her out, he loved her, he would never do anything to harm her or her well-being. He sat down on the sofa, he wasn't sure what to do. Had he ruined their whole relationship? Was she going to turn around and leave him in the dirt? he didn't notice his own tears, when he did he completely caved, crying into his hands. his tail twitched at the fact she had yelled so loud at him, he felt she was reasonable for being upset but yet..it shook him.

Veena had successfully managed to calm herself, shaking off the water and changing her outfit into a more..warm one. she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt..guilt. Mare hated being yelled at, he hated when a voice was raised and she had raised hers, she stared at herself for a few moments before her little thought train hit the breaks. What was that noise? muffled and raspy..oh. She had made him cry.

Veena shook of the rest of her anger in remarkable time. She cracked open the door and slid out..sure enough there he was, head in his hands as tiny sobs shook his larger frame.

"oh you.."

she muttered, taking gentle steps over to him, sitting herself down and resting her hands on his.

"i-i didn't mean to leave you- honest! I just-"

Veena shook her head, Sliding his mask off and tilting his face towards her. His eyes..a very gentle purple. His face, scarred and burned, had such gentle tears streaming down the patched skin. She used both her thumbs to wipe his tears away, his hands reached up to hold her wrists in place, keeping her there.

"shh..no more, I shouldn't have yelled.."

She hummed softly, placing a gentle kiss on his nose, His eyes closed as he gently whimpered, trying to stop his crying.

"i-im sorry- i-.."

"I forgive you, it was just an accident.."

She used a part of her strength to pull him down, she laid herself down against plenty of cushions, tugging mare down to rest on her chest, her fingers threading through his hair, she sighed softly as she felt him completely relax in her hold.

"mm..you know i love you.."

Mare simply baa'd, muttering a gentle..

"i know..I love you too.."

They weren't sure what time they fell asleep but it was quick, they slept well and comfortable.

The raindrops patted the window, gently easing the two into the quiet of the night.

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the cuties EVERRRR, ugh I love them bro, seriously they just fit so well :[

#i love these two so much grgrgrg #sonacouple #my sona #veena lambert #mare torres #veena lambert x mare torres #romance #fanfic #oneshot #THEY ROT MY BRAIN #ramfang

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hourglassstationacademy · 11 months

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Falciette Story Chapter 4

The Castle in general had a more old feeling compared to the mansion of Polisionalle. Much red ornaments, Dragon decorations, weapons on the walls and much more.

"Many call our dorm the Yin to Magixellas Yang… two sides of a coin, one royal castle and the other upside down… but Gabrielle was visiting Magixella more than I so I can't tell much aside the rumors. But our dorm has as main focus weapon combat but similar to that dorm we also study magic thoroughly… that is why I wanted to introduce you to some Magic experts of our dorm."

You both entered a side wing of the castle, potions, book and many magic sources scattered through a huge room.. many students are already practicing some of the magic… however one of these students with an odd magic gun of sorts stood out among them.. cause he wore an odd helmet and was strangely silent… another Blue haired student with a fencing weapon approached you.

"Don't mind him, that is just Guy… he may seem odd but he is very kind… Tesa, did you want to see Daire again?"

"I am just showing the Tetravania leader around but yes, if you could get him Sylvi."

They nodded and accompanied you to the upper stairs… where two men were currently causing some magical explosions… a redhead and a Purple haired student… however as they exchanged another blow both stopped looking back at your group… the red head firstly stepping out of the circle waking up with a smile.

"My dearest you came to watch us."

Tesadelle seemed slightly uncomfortable as he grabbed her hand and kissed it…

"Not quite, Andrew… I wanted to introduce you to… someone…"

Before she could talk she seemed to feel sleepy again as Sylvi slightly catched her fall. The Purple haired also quickly acted talking to them.

"Syl could you please take Tesadelle to her room, we will take over…"

"O-okay Daire… I will."

They both left slowly as the redhead looked a little somber.

"My poor future wife… I wish I could just lift her off this curse instantly… "

You tilted your head as he introduced himself.

"The name is Andrew von Yltan… noble of a house that mainly consists of merchants and engaged to the dearest Tesadelle Ravenor. I wanted to thank you personally… after all you did uncover the wrongdoings of Rachel… my family had a business deal with her but with your actions we are finally free. "

He seemed prideful yet also a little odd… however the other magic wielder stepped up to you as well.

"My name is Daire Grandale.I think I saw you watching my sister fight. I also heard a lot about you."

His voice was more soft spoken than expected after this display of Magic prowess. Andrew however butted in to make himself known.

"So we heard you are lacking magic, maybe looking around the magic archive might help you understand it more "

Saying these words he walked out of the room… Daire sighing next to you.

"I'll show you around."

Daire belongs to @terrovaniadorm

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True Love, Baby *Eddie Munson x Reader*

Imagine being a dark fae in Hawkins and saving your love Eddie from the demobats and Hawkins from Vecna

BIG SPOILERS OBVI!!!

When we went into the Upside Down for the second time to defeat Vecna I was scared to say the least. I mean yes, I had magic, but I hadn't gotten my wings yet and I wished I'd had my full power available to me in order to beat this monster. I was also worried for those I loved especially Eddie who'd already been through so much for a town that only saw him as a nobody.

"Promise me no matter what happens tonight you won't leave me. Please don't do anything stupid." I begged him as He, Dustin, and myself prepared the trailer in the upside down to distract the Demobats.

"I promise baby, after all this is over (y/n) I am never letting you go." He said and I kissed him passionately. That was, until we were interrupted by Dustin.

"Everything's ready." He said as we broke apart. We all climbed on top of the trailer Dustin giving Eddie the cord connected to the Amps.

"This one's for you Chrissy." He said grabbing his guitar pick I didn't know Chrissy Cunningham well, but she was one of the few 'normal' kids that was nice to us. And I remembered how traumatic it must've been for Eddie to see such a sweet girl die so it was a nice tribute to her.

Slowly it began to work, and the bats flew our way once they were nearly on us, we climbed into the trailer.

"Most Metal Ever!" Dustin said panting to which Eddie celebrated.

"That was beautiful baby." I said and we waited that was until the bats found a way in. Eddie practically pushed Dustin and I through the portal before cutting the sheet rope. "NO!" I cried as he ran out the trailer and it was as if the power within me exploded outwards and my wings finally came through.

"Woah!" Dustin said. The wings were huge, and I flew up through the portal.

"Stay there Dustin!" I said before bursting out the door. I took to the stormy upside-down skies. "HEY!" I shouted before conjuring a shield of purple flames. "Come and get me!" I spoke. The bats flew towards me, and I pushed the flames forwards and scorched the bats. Knowing it was a hive mind hopefully that would take some juice out of Vecna. I then flew down to Eddie. "Damn it Eddie, you promised you wouldn't leave me! You told Steve you wouldn't be a hero!" I said picking him up. Even with all the armor we made he was torn up pretty badly.

"W-why do you have wings?" He asked I knew half out of it due to blood loss.

"That doesn't matter, you're a hero and now I am going to get you out of here and fix you!" I growled half mad at him for doing the things that got him hurt in the first place. I flew into the trailer and through the portal. Then I kissed him putting all my magic behind it. A purple glow settled over him and I heard him take a huge breath.

"How did you do that? The bats tore me open I felt it!" He said still panting.

"True love's kiss babe. I wasn't going to just let you die but now I need to get to the Creel House. If I can heal you, I can hopefully save Max." I said getting ready to fly out the door once more only in the real Hawkins.

"What if someone sees you?" Dustin asked.

"That's a question for another day Dustybun!" I said before flying through the wind. It felt so freeing, and I wanted to relish in the feeling but knew I had little to no time. I crashed through the boarded-up attic window. Max was already levitating.

"(Y/N)!"I heard Lucas cry out.

"I can save her Lucas I promise!" I said and taking the girl's hand I made magic flow through her healing the wounds Vecna was causing her before trying to enter her mind. I wanted to face him. I wanted him dead for all the harm he'd caused Hawkins all these years starting with Eleven. Something pushed me out, but I could see it was Eleven. I had pulled Max from it, but she was still there. "Give him Hell." I told her and she nodded. Then I came back to reality and tended to Max. Lucas held onto her. "Max, can you hear me?" I asked and she then opened her eyes revealing a blue that was almost like her stepbrothers in a way.

"(y/n)? I thought you were with Eddie and Dustin?" She asked.

"I was but after saving their asses I figured you might need my help. Are you okay? Is everything healed alright?" She nodded.

"Yeah, how did you do that? I thought, even though he said it wouldn't hurt it did and yet my arms and legs are fine now."

"Eddie sacrificed himself to the bats and the pain of losing my one true love gave me my full powers. It gave me these. I was able to fly over here in no time." I said showing her my wings both she and Lucas reached out to touch the feathers and I couldn't help but giggle. "You were hovering in the air, and I thought I was almost too late. But I was able to heal you. Eleven is somehow in there and fighting him now. And we all know if she's in the void she somehow got her power back." The two crashed into me hugging me tightly. Then I heard a groan.

"We're not finished yet." Lucas said. I separated from them and followed the groaning to one Jason Carver Eddie's number one accuser and hunter. I towered over him. Then using my magic, I conjured purple vines to tie him up to the wall.

"What the hell? (Y/N)? Put me down you bitch!" He shouted.

"Now those aren't the words I would use to appeal to someone who could throw you out that hole in the side of this house are they?" I asked him.

"You're just as crazy as they are! You're Eddie's She Demon!" He spoke.

"Now Jason I am going to show you the truth of everything that's happened and whether or not you believe is going to change everything. See I can tell you the truth and we'll clear Eddie's name, or I can use my magic to make you take credit for all of these crimes. What'll it be because, I can see a gun over there and if you pointed it at these children's heads, I might not be so nice." I said tightening my grip on the vines.

"(Y/N) stop it isn't worth more death. Just show him." Lucas said and his willingness to spare this future cult leader showed me just how kind my kids really were.

"You're lucky Lucas and Max are good kids if the rest were here, you might not be so lucky, so I'll show you the truth Jason the rest is up to you." I said placing a hand to the side of his head. I showed him everything I knew, I showed him the lab, Benny, Will, Chrissy, Barb and Bob's deaths, everything I could think of including Vecna. When I pulled him out of it he screamed.

"What the hell was that?"

"That was the truth, whether you like it or not the lab wasn't using chemicals and Barb and Bob didn't die from them. The lab and all its experiments killed Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Just because we like a board game doesn't mean we believe in that shit. You like horror movies you don't believe Freddy and Jason are actually real do you dipshit? Neither is D and D! So are you going to back off and leave Eddie alone?" I said letting him free from the vines smirking as he crashed to the attic floor. "Because if you start talking about this the feds will find you and your brains will be on the floor like Benny's were you know the nice man whose diner you turned into your little hideout? Do you understand?" I growled.

"Y-yes, I won't hunt Eddie anymore, I'll call the team off, I'm sorry Lucas." He whimpered and let me tell you it was nice to see such a big man become a little whimpering boy again.

"Good boy, now get the hell out of here." I said, and he fled.

"He knows everything now, isn't that a bad idea?" Max asked.

"Only for tonight. The spell will wear off in an hour or so and then I'll put a memory spell on the town, so they stop coming after Eddie. Top that feds." I joked I then used my magic to conceal my wings. Now, they just looked like they were tattooed on my back. "Come on kiddos Eddie and Dustin should be waiting for us at the trailer and hopefully if they succeeded Nancy, Robin and Steve will be there too." I said. The three of us went downstairs finding Erica waiting for us.

"How'd you get here (y/n)?" She asked.

"A little bird flew me over." I joked.

"Did we get him?"

"I think so Erica." We went outside to find the crew waiting for us with the RV. "We were just heading out to meet you." I said hugging Steve, Nancy, and Robin. "You got him?"

"Flambe 'ed him but destroying the Bats definitely helped Skydancer." Robin said.

"Oh, that's not my new nickname, is it?" I groaned. "I thankfully took care of our Jason problem too." I said looking at Steve as we all climbed into the Winnebago.

"How'd you do that?" He asked.

"Showed him everything, but don't worry he'll only know for another hour or two. Then the memory spell will kick in. Come tomorrow you'll be a free man Eddie Munson. The town will think some transient committed the murders. " I said sitting in his lap.

"I love you so much baby." He replied kissing me.

"I love you too just don't try to get killed again?" I asked hugging him. Tears threatened to fall after everything including nearly losing him I knew I couldn't be without him.

"I swear (y/n), I'm not leaving you anytime soon." And somehow I knew everything now would hopefully finally be normal for us and hopefully for the kids. Maybe, just maybe all the strange thins in Hawkins would finally die out.

(A/N: I really just wanted to give everyone a happy ending and am actually writing a fic with a Henderson Older sister character who is a fae I may end it like this one shot or not, but I do know that I will be letting Eddie live in my fic because what in the actual fuck Duffers?)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie lives #fix it #stranger things #reader fic

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