okay yall real talk.

is Darien going to be the same Darien we knew before?

((i.e. will he be “dark” or will he have some sort of amnesia?))

say what you will about food network chefs but they're all right. brioche is the correct bread for french toast

Here’s a pro tip for y’all- if someone blocks you on multiple social media accounts, you don’t send an e-mail to their business inbox asking them to explain why they blocked you

Summer Roads - Chapter 4

Pairing: Sean x Fem! reader

Description: You’ve always been Lyla’s best friend, but since Sean moved you became an inseparable trio. But who could say that, after all these years together, you would start growing feelings for Sean?

Warning: swearings only.

Word count: 1.741

A/N: I really wanted a gif of Sean smiling and that’s the one I could find. Plus, the subtle kinda holds the vibe from the end of the chapter :)

“Ugh, finally, I was starting to think you guys decided to bail on me,” that’s how Lyla received you and Sean.

“Not today, no,” Sean said. You giggled.

“Good to know you’re up to something. I’ll keep tabs on you two.”

“Me too?” You pointed to yourself. “But I didn’t said anything.”

“I’ll. Keep. Tabs.” You hoped this wasn’t true, because you thought if Lyla suspected anything, you would be dead.

“Uh, backyard?” You raised your bag, indicating if you should leave the things there. Lyla nodded.

“I can see you brought some food, too.”

“Not food exactly, it’s more like… things we chew.”

“You want to say chips, don’t you?” Lyla said deadpan.

“But they are…”

“Girls, I really don’t wanna pull that thread,” Sean passed his arms around yours and Lyla’s shoulders. 

“I thought knowledge was always welcomed,” Lyla said.

“Only during school. It’s summer, Ly,” you gave a kiss on her cheek and went outside. 

Starting to place your sleeping bag, Lyla lied on the grass, arms behind her head. Sean sat on the bench, elbows on knees. 

“I have the feeling that this summer is going to be a special one,” Lyla started.

“Why’s that? Sometimes I think that too, it’s my last summer before becoming a freshman. But you’re going to be a sophomore,” you said.

“Hey, I’m going to be a freshman too,” Sean says.

“You guys are so cute. Don’t worry, we’ll always be together there.”

“You putting it like that makes us feel like kids, as if you were some big grown up,” you were too wrapped up on your own thoughts to pay attention to Sean or Lyla. You guessed she was right, but not because of the changes high school would bring. Maybe it was because how the sun rose on the first day of summer vacations, how the morning was cool but as time kept going it got a little warmer. The sun was this shining guiding light hanging on a blue, clear sky, that if you glared too much at you would start feeling lost.

It was easy to get lost when the sky had no clouds.

“Earth calling Y/N?” You hear someone calling you.

“Yes?” You answer both ways, Sean and Lyla.

“I was thinking that, since Lyla can’t stop saying how this summer is special and whatever shit…”

“Hey!” She protests.

“It made me remember she promised me long ago I could tag her wall.”

“My mom is gonna freak,” Lyla said.

“I think it’s a good idea. Maybe Sean could put our three ideas into one.”

“I’m not that much of a pro,” Sean said humble.

“C’mon Seanie, have some faith,” you say. “You’re great.”

“I think I have a board we could tag and just hang in the wall, it’s better this way. I’ll keep my promise and my mom won’t kill me.”

“You’ll keep an edited promise, but that works,” you nod in concordance. 

“Okay, lemme find it.”

“What you have on your mind?” Sean asks you.

“What?” You got caught off guard.

“For the mural. What you have in mind?” He asked with a smile, one you couldn’t take your eyes off from.

“The beach,” you said without thinking first. “I always wanted to visit California, all that coast surf. My brother lives there with my father.”

“Yeah, I remember. It seems like a nice place.”

“Maybe you’re watching too many TV?” Lyla said, a big board covering her. You could only see her hands and feet.

“I don’t think it’s too much different from what they show. At least not from what my brother tells me.”

“Oh, right, he lives there, doesn’t he? I forgot. Well, my idea for this summer is a lot of skating. Sean?” Lyla places the board on the fence, where the paint wouldn’t reach the wall.

“I guess I know what I’ll do. Let the pro work now.”

“I thought you said you were no pro,” Lyla teases.

“Shoosh.”

Sean grabbed some spray can from his backpack while Lyla dragged your ass all the way across the backyard. She started chattering about the summer, the parties and the new year in high school, having ideas of what you three could do and go. She was so excited that she didn’t even noticed you kept your eyes on Sean working, or at least you thought so. You noticed how his hair was starting to grow and wondered if this time he would let it grow through summer.

You followed every movement of his, how his hand held the spray can and how his arm moved around to tag, how sometimes he would get down or be on tiptoe. Eventually you remembered yourself to look at Lyla and nod your head, trying to keep it casual. You didn’t want your crush to be so obvious, or obvious at all.

Watching Sean working made you realize how you liked every part of him, because every part of him made sense. It was… what he was made of.

“Are you guys peaking? I really prefer you to not,” he said loud enough so he didn’t need to turn his head.

“No!” Lyla answers and turns your head to her, grabbing your chin. “You never could not peak on his art, right? You were always so curious,” breathing nervously, hoping like hell Lyla didn’t suspected anything, you shrug.

“Nothing I can do. I like it.”

“I know,” and Lyla started from where she stopped. Maybe this was a good sign, she didn’t paused her plans to try a talk with you on the matter. “Do you think you need anything new for you roller skates?”

“Uhn… no? I guess.”

“You’ve been using them for a while, isn’t time for an upgrade?”

“I take good care of it,” besides, Sean gave me them, you added in thoughts. You had no plans on changing anything about those roller skates. 

“I was thinking that maybe I could work on them.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up,” you rose your hands. “Forbidden territory. No touch.”

“No fair, you let Sean sketch on them!”

“That’s because he was the one who gave me them,” you said without much confidence.

“I see that favoritism there. It’s unfair, I’ve known you longer.”

“I’m hearing that discussion and I don’t like it, I’m feeling pushed aside!” Sean said out loud.

“You know I love you, Seanie, but it’s not me, it’s Y/N.”

“I’m just protecting my roller skates,” you defend yourself.

“Now I’m offended,” Lyla said, a finger up.

“We all know your skateboard is a deadly machine,” Sean said.

“Artists are not supposed to give their opinion,” you heard Sean laughing. “Seriously, Y/N.”

“Seriously, Lyla. My roller skates are perfect, I take care of them. I keep maintenance,” she puffed. “But I know you always wanted to give my backpack a treat. To compensate you, I’ll let you do it tonight.”

“FINALLY!” Lyla shouts. “Gimme the thing.”

“It’s called a backpack.”

“Gimme,” smiling, you handed her your backpack. Lyla went inside the house for a couple of minutes and got back with a little box. “You’re not allowed to choose the patches.”

“Your responsibility,” you said raising your hands. You watched Lyla work on your backpack, but here and there you would glare at Sean for a few seconds. 

“You’re quieter than usual,” Lyla pointed.

“I guess this afternoon got me tired.”

“Maybe. You do seem a bit off today. Do you miss your brother? I know he visits every summer.”

“I haven’t thought about it, really. Maybe it’s this whole summer idea, it got me dazed,” you throw your head back, hitting the fence behind you. “I do feel kinda off,” without noticing, your look froze on Sean, but you didn’t notice him. Lyla rose an eyebrow. “I just want to have the best time before school starts again.”

“Oh… I know what this is about. Your first high school year. You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you said defensively. 

“You just don’t know it, hun. I felt like that too. But now we’re gonna be together, all three of us. Besides, you’ll always have Sean by your side.”

“That’s true!” He shouted from the distance.

“My guess is that you feel like you’re leaving something behind,” Lyla said and this time you looked at Sean. You were leaving something behind, you felt like it, but you weren’t sure what it was and what it meant to start growing feelings for Sean, your childhood friend, almost like a brother. You smiled.

“I guess so. Thanks, Ly.”

“But I haven’t said anything.”

“You said enough.”

“Well, I do acknowledge I’m a terrific friend.”

“Ladies, I’m done!” Sean announced and Lyla pushed you to the ground.

“I tag your ass!” She ran to see Sean’s work. You got up laughing and when you got to her side you pushed her. “Wow,” you heard her saying before you could take a look.

It was a beach, leading you to assume Sean wanted to represent California. At the beach, in the middle of the sand, was a huge skate ramp, and you could see skaters all around. And, attacking them, coming out of the water, was an enormous squid, its tentacles grabbing the skaters and crushing the ramp. 

“Dude, that’s rad,” Lyla said. “I loved it.”

“Yeah, me too,” you tapped his shoulder. “But maybe you should let us add something? So it could be our mural?” Sean gave you what you judged to be his biggest smile ever.

“How couldn’t I think about it? Yeah, sure.”

You and Lyla grabbed each a spray can and exchanged looks.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“If you’re thinking about the same thing I’m thinking.”

“Why do girls do it?” Sean mumbled.

“I get tops,” you say. Lyla nodded.

You could see Lyla making little roller skates on some of the squid’s tentacles while you made a giant bow on its head.

“Oh my fucking god,” you heard Sean laughing. “You are creative, aren’t you?”

“We are,” Lyla said proudly and wrote her initials at the corner of the board. You did the same and, after you, Sean.

You noticed your pointer finger was pink and you held it up for your friends to see. Lyla’s was blue and Sean’s had a little rainbow on his.

“To the best summer ever,” Lyla said and you three touched your pointer fingers, as some kind of toast. 

“i didn’t know it could be like this,” Chapter 12: Flirt/Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody Fan Fiction/ Day 6 Poly!Queen Week

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 

Summary:  The boys go out to celebrate the formation of Queen when Freddie's flirting gets out of control.

Rating: E for everyone be aware here be smut

Pairing: It’s Poly Week Ya’ll so I snuck in an update >:)

Words: 2026

also on ao3

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“Try this one John.”

Brian settled the bass around his neck, and a thrill ran through him.  He hadn’t held an instrument like this in years.  His eyes began to well.

Brian looked at him, concern etched on his face.  “What’s wrong love?”

John sniffed.  “Nothing Brian.  Just thinking is all.”

Freddie waggled his finger, a coy expression on his face.  He was fighting with a mic stand and wearing a feather boa.  “That can be dangerous,” he sing-songed.

The rehearsal space at Freddie’s art school was free as long as they were out by a certain time, and they intended to use every moment of it.  John preened.  The bass felt good around his neck.  He picked out a few chords.

“There you go,” Brian praised.  “Freddie chose what looked to be the best of the lot from the student center.”

John’s eyes flashed hopefully.  “How long can we keep it?”

Brian’s face fell.  “Just for the rehearsal time, I’m afraid.”

John nodded.  “It’s ok. I’ve almost got enough money saved up.”

Roger was tuning the drumset, happily humming to himself.  “I’ll add to it, love.  We’ll get you a bass.  Now play them something.  Really rip it up!”

John smiled at him, his cheeks pinking, and then he began to play.

They all watched a little starry-eyed as John’s thrumming bass filled the room.  Then Brian joined in, then Roger on drums.  When they stopped their impromptu jam session, they all just stared at each other in disbelief at how well they sounded together.

“This is happening darlings,” Freddie said as he slung one end of the feather boa over his shoulder.  “We’re a band.”  

---

They practiced for hours, learning songs Brian and Freddie already had and finding out John and Roger wrote songs too.  It was late, and spirits were high.  “Let’s go to the pub to celebrate,” Brian suggested.

The pub was crowded, but they found a table in the back.  Freddie disappeared to the bar to order their drinks, Roger going along with him to help carry the wares.  When they returned, Brian and Freddie were in a deep discussion about band names.

“You see, we never did refer to me and Freddie as a band, did we darling?”  Freddie shook his head, his lustrous hair shining.  “We would have a bassist…a whole lot of bassists, but they wouldn’t stay for long, and we never considered them part of what we were doing.”

Freddie smiled, taking a sip of his beer.  “Now that we finally have a rhythm section, there’s no limit to what we can do.  Roger, you play brilliantly.  How long have you been playing the drums?”

Roger’s smile was as sunny as his hair.  “Since I was a kid.  Don’t get to do it much anymore.  But I used to moonlight at a local club.”

“What happened?” Brian asked.

John averted his eyes.  “We went to work for Ray.”

Freddie set his beer down heavily on the table.  “That fucking wanker!”

Brian soothed him quietly, a hand on his shoulder.  “All of that’s in the past now, Freddie.  Let’s focus on the future."  He held up his glass.  "To our band.  To…well, we don’t have a name, do we?”

Freddie tossed his hair back, having regained his composure.  “To Queen," he said seriously, "a band fit to play for royalty or the common man.”

“To Queen," Roger toasted, a soft smile on his face.

“To Queen," John said, his glass held aloft.  He found he liked the way the name settled in his mouth.

They all drank to the good health and fortune of their newly formed band.

Freddie had gone for more drinks, when his musical laugh could be heard even over the noise of the pub.  Brian perked up immediately, his neck craning as he watched Freddie lean playfully over the bar, his tight satin pants hugging his bum.  There were two men crowding him on either side and they were openly ogling him.

Roger and John followed Brian’s line of sight, their mouths falling open a little.  Brian scowled.  “He gets like this when he’s been drinking," he said with some chagrin.

John watched Freddie flirt with the men, a twinge of jealousy cinching in his gut.  Freddie was truly putting on a show.

He had no shortage of drinks as he flirted and preened, making the company surrounding him laugh and blush.  Roger watched the display too, his mouth dry at how attractive Freddie looked under the attention of so many men.  Freddie stretched further over the bar, making his sheer shirt ride up on his stomach.

Brian ground his teeth, nails digging into his palm.  But when Freddie tossed his hair over his shoulder and one of the men leaned in a little too closely to whisper in Freddie’s ear, Brian saw red.

He was at his side in a moment, a firm hand on his upper arm.  Freddie looked up at him innocently, eyes flitting down to the long fingers wrapped a little roughly around his bicep.

“What’s wrong Bri?”  His brown eyes were large with faux innocence, and his mouth was slightly open, just perfect for kissing.  Brian wanted nothing more than to crush his lips against him.

He gave his arm a little tug.  “Time to go,” he said tersely.

Freddie pouted. “So soon?  We just got here.”

Brian cleared his throat.  Freddie’s pouting face had him straining in his pants.  If he didn’t get him home soon...

“Now,” Brian managed as he yanked him roughly off the stool.

Freddie managed a weak smile as he threw the men at the bar a little wink.  “See you later boys.”

---

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I-I dunno baby.  They were buying me drinks and telling me how good I looked.  I just got caught up in it.”

Freddie’s face burned with shame as he knelt before Brian, his face lowered to the plush carpet of their bedroom.

Brian gave him another stern look and left him there without a word.

He knocked on the door across the hall before a sleepy-looking Roger answered.  “Hi Brian.  Is everything ok?

Brian ran a hand through his hair.  “I um, would like you and John to be present for Freddie’s punishment.  If you’re comfortable with that.”

Roger was taken aback.  He had never been involved in the other side of a punishment before, and honestly he was curious.  “Um, let me talk to John.”

Brian nodded.  “Just come over when you’re ready,” Brian added.

They knocked hesitantly and were ushered in by Brian.  “Sit on the edge of the bed.  Make yourselves comfortable,” Brian said pleasantly.

Freddie was kneeling in the middle of the room, with Brian standing over him.

“Do you understand what you did, Freddie?”

“Yes sir,” he said firmly.  “I betrayed a trust between you and the boys.  I embarrassed you and myself.”

“And?” Brian prompted.

Freddie lifted his head.  “And I forgot who I belonged to.”

Brian nodded.  “And what are you going to do to remedy that?”

Freddie shuffled over to where Brian had sat next to Roger and John.  “Pleasure you sir.  All of you.”

John sucked in a breath, the sight of Freddie on his knees already making him hard.  This was certainly not how he envisioned this day ending when he woke up this morning, but he wasn’t complaining.

Brian reached up to cradle Freddie’s face in his hands.  “Do the best job darling.  The best you ever have, and be sure to take care of our boys.”

Freddie’s eyelids fluttered.  “Of course sir.”

His mouth was watering as he opened Brian’s fly, taking Brian out and giving him a few loving strokes with his hand.  Brian shivered, running his hand through Freddie’s hair.

Freddie licked the head, spreading the precum with his tongue before stretching his lips over Brian’s shaft and sinking down as low as he could, then pushing further until he could feel him warm against the back of his throat.  Brian shuddered around him, moaning and praising him through his punishment.

“You’re taking me so well, love, you always take me so well, so good for me.”

Freddie pulled off of him and sank down, getting a rhythm going, and with every hot slide of his mouth Brian became more undone.

Tight fingers clenched at his scalp.  “Gonna come my dear,” he got out before filling Freddie’s throat.  He swallowed him down, neatly licking him clean before dabbing at his tear-stained eyes and tucking him away.

Roger was next, and he looked at Freddie a little awestruck.  “Don’t be nervous,” Brian said.  “He wants this, too.”  Roger looked at Freddie, and he nodded his head vigorously.  “This isn’t the club, Roger.  Our punishments are never under-negotiated, and Freddie can safeword at any time.  So let him suck your cock.”

Roger visibly relaxed then as Freddie ran his hands up Roger’s thighs.  He opened his fly, stroking him a few times before teasing him with his tongue.  He took him inside his mouth, enjoying the little gasps and moans coming from Roger as his hot mouth dragged along the length of his cock.  Then Roger’s hands slid to his hair and he began to fuck up into his mouth.

“Good,” Bri said as he watched them.  “I like to see that dominant side of you come out.  Really give it to him Rog.  Make him whine.”

Tears were streaming down Freddie’s cheeks and his jaw ached, but he persevered.  Roger came with a shout, and he swallowed him down with no trouble.

He could feel the burn in his knees by the time he got to John. Soft, lovely John with the beautiful cock that would be quite a mouthful for his already aching jaw.  Freddie’s lips were swollen and he had tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Don’t,” John whispered as Freddie fumbled with his fly.  “I don’t want you to.”

Freddie shook his head.  “Let me,” he rasped, his voice shot. “I want to do this for you.”

John tipped Freddie’s chin, a sympathetic look on his face.  “I know what it’s like to be where you are,” he said quietly.    

Freddie shooshed him.  “It’s different darling when you’re doing it for people you love.”

Brian smiled, affection blooming in his chest.  John just stared back at him, a soft look on his face.  He finally nodded.

Freddie took him out, holding him gently. He thumbed over the head before gently stroking him, but John was already rock hard and weeping at the slit.  Freddie bent his head, kissing him before taking him into his mouth.

John was always a stretch, but nothing Freddie couldn’t handle as he let the hot length of him push him to his limits.  He felt John hit the back of his throat all too soon, but Freddie relaxed, swallowing him down a bit further.  He hummed pleasantly, feeling John shake beneath him.

“Not gonna last,” John grunted out.  His hands were on his shoulders, clenching and relaxing against Freddie’s tense muscles.

Freddie backed off, only to descend on him again.  Suddenly John was coming, white and hot down his throat, and Freddie caught it all.

Brian and Roger were there to catch him when he sagged forward and Brian picked him up and placed him on the bed.  John pulled the blanket up around him and Brian handed him a glass of water.

“You were wonderful darling.  You were so good for us.”

John placed a kiss to Freddie’s cheek.  “Thank you love.  You’re amazing.”

Roger rubbed his cheek fondly.  “Goodnight Freddie.”

Brian looked up.  “Where are you two going?”

John looked at Roger.  “Back to our room,” he said.

“No,” Brian said as he reached for John.  “You should stay with us.  We’ll make room.”

Brian pulled the covers back, revealing room for the two of them.

Roger looked to John, then slipped his arm around him and pulled him to the bed, pulling the covers over them.

Brian smiled to himself, his face turned where the others couldn't see.  “Goodnight boys,” he said as he turned out the light.

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call out post for @aph-artist-cat for being a loving kind person

Feferi: Visit

Things were getting worse. Much worse.

Zi couldn’t be of much comfort, despite her usually being more than enough, and despite her effort. They’d talked it out, they’d shoosh-pap and they’d had Feferi locked away, but...it still wasn’t enough. This wasn’t something two moirails could do on their own. No, this was a problem Feferi had to solve herself.

She took a leave of absence from work. Of course, every form of communication she had was bombarded with messages of faux-concern by peers and press alike. Her publicist cited that she needed family time, to visit relatives she hadn’t seen for a while. It wasn’t a lie; Feferi was indeed going to spend time with family, but it wasn’t exactly for the reasons given. She needed help.

She needed Roxy.

Feferi didn’t called Equius this time. He was the next step after Roxy, and calling him in so early would only serve to muddy everything up. Instead of being driven, she chose to transport herself, popping right in front of the grand front doors of a Beverly Hills mansion. She’d called beforehand, telling Roxy she’d be stopping by.

“Oh, Feffy, I’d love for you to come! I’ll clear my whole schedule.” She’d sounded so happy.

“Yeah, um...I can bring some snacks for us too...whale, if you want.” Feferi, on the other hand, had been an awkward mess.

“Are you kidding? I love your snacks! I can’t wait for you to come! It’s been so long since you saw Frigglish. She’s gotten huuuge lol.” Roxy still said that stuff out loud.

“I bet.” Feferi’d laughed, a hesitant little pitter.

Feferi raised the handle and knocked it back. She was already past the gates; there was no need to announce herself on the PA system. The door slowly opened with a creak as the home security kicked in. She was immediately met with checkered tile, a calming fountain and a broken chandelier. She still hadn’t fixed that thing? Feferi thought to herself. As she stepped through the threshold, a delicate chime announced her presence and a cacophony of meows erupted in response. Feferi huffed a silent laugh to herself.

Still Roxy.

Behind the fountain was a winding staircase that led up to the overhanging floor, and from it emerged Roxy’s head, grinning with eyes wide and pleasantly surprised.

“FEFFY!”

Quick as can be, she descended the stairs and ran at Feferi with full force. She slammed into her, throwing her arms around her and holding her in a tight hug. Feferi grunted and squirmed.

“MmRoxy!” she whined, worming her head out of her hug, “My makeup!” The latter gasped and let up, looking from her shirt to Feferi.

“You still look gorge, don’t worry.” She smiled, an endearing lop-sided grin. Feferi huffed.

“Tanks for letting me come on such short nofish.” She stepped back and straightened her blouse, making sure to smooth her hair as well.

“Don’t mention it. I hardly ever see you outside of holidays. Gotta soak up as much Feffy time as possible.” It seemed she never stopped using that nickname for her either.

They spent some time catching up, Roxy asked about Zi and the dogs, Feferi asked about John and the cats. They set up their snacks on the outdoor patio; with a tray of pastries Feferi’d brought in a wicker basket, tea Roxy prepared and set in an antique set, and snacks they both threw in for variety. They talked and talked. It was mostly nonsense. Soon the talking quieted, and they were left in silence, only the gentle breeze breaking it.

“So...” started Roxy, taking a sip of her tea, “you mentioned you needed help with something?” Feferi blinked.

“Oh!” She raised her brows. “Yeah! Um...how are you with Voidy stuff?” She paused. “I minnow know you’re good with it, but how do you think you are...with...it...” Why was this so hard to say? Roxy herself laughed a bit in confusion.

“Feffy, remember, you’ve gotta be frank with me.” She tapped her temple. Feferi sighed. She looked down and smoothed her hair, then looked toward the distance. Her brows were knit. Her mouth was pulled down. Did she really have to say it?

“I...think...Mommy’s trying to contact me.”

Roxy stopped in the middle of taking her teacup again. She slowly set it down. Her face moved from bewilderment, to mild amusement.

“Feffy, what do you mean? I’m Mommy.” She laughed. Feferi looked at her then, serious.

“No. I mean...I mean my lusus.”

Roxy’s eyes went wide.

“Oh.”

Silence washed over the two of them once more. The wind blew. The trees rustled. Roxy took a sip from her cup. Feferi looked away once more.

“You mean...that Mommy.”

Roxy was more than a little privy to Feferi’s situation, even more so than Feferi was herself. From the moment she was in her custody, Roxy kept trying to find out why. Why Feferi couldn’t dream. Nights spent attempting to console a crying Feferi in her bed, wondering why she couldn’t visit the bubbles. Why she couldn’t see anything. Why she only saw...nothing.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to go back, Feffy.” Roxy’d said once.

“But I want to! I didn’t ask to be here!” Feferi’s screamed back at her. She was seven sweeps.

“You’ve got a life here.” Roxy’s voice had been pleading.

“I don’t want a life!” Feferi’d thrown her covers off and had stormed off. “I don’t want it! I want the bubbles!”

Roxy knew who Feferi’s lusus was. She knew from where she...or it had come. She tried to contact her, tried pleading with her. Every time she was met with the same response.

She’s mine. I will see to her fate as I wish. Your presence is of no significance.

Roxy never told Feferi that she’d reached out. She’d never mentioned why, when Feferi demanded to know why she couldn’t dream. She figured her lusus would let her know when the time was right.

And it seemed that time was now.

“Roxy?”

Roxy realized she’d been silent the whole time, staring into the middle distance. Feferi had her brows knit and her head tilted. She expected Roxy to smile and tell her not to worry when she caught her attention. Instead, Roxy cleared her throat and took a sip of her tea.

“Yeah.” She finally said with a nod. Feferi blinked.

“Yeah...what?”

“Yeah, it’s your lusus.” Roxy sighed. Feferi squinted.

“I...know that. I’m here to figure out why.” Roxy paused.

“Oh! Oh...” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Right.”

“I think she’s trying to tell me something, but I don’t know what. I keep seeing her. I keep...dreaming about her, Roxy.” Feferi shook her head, face incredulous. “I’m glubbing dreaming!”

Was she happy? Shocked? Angry? It was hard to tell. Roxy studied her face as she spoke, her lips pressed into a firm line, her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes wary.

“The terrors keep interrupting me when I dream. They make everyfin a nightmare. I keep trying to get close to Mommy, but they keep getting in the wave. I don’t know why. I don’t know what they mean.” Feferi’d started fidgeting with a piece of melba toast. Her eyes darted back and forth as she stared at the table. Her mind was million racing thoughts. Every so often she’d piece together something that made sense and tell Roxy, but then she’d go back to mentally sorting.

“I know Mommy’s trying to reach me, but I have no way of getting to her through the terrors’ influence.” Her head shot up then, eyes desperate. “Roxy...Mom...please. I-I need tuna.”

Roxy took in a sharp breath, her heart pulling at the sad look in Feferi’s eyes. The blunt desperation that she hadn’t seen in years was suddenly staring starkly right back at her.

“Mom...I want...I want Mommy.”

Roxy gulped. She had no other choice.

“Okay.”

A Twist of Fate: Chapter 4

The next day, Dave stands in the center of your living room with his arms crossed. He gives you a look that tells you he’s clearly unhappy with the situation.  “Who is this guy, and why is he here?”

“This is my cousin Jake!” you tell him, giving him a sunny smile that seems to disarm him a little bit. “He’s going to be visiting me for a while. Be nice, Dave.”

“Delightful to meet your acquaintance, good sir!” Jake says, holding out his hand.

Dave arches an eyebrow at him.  “Your cousin? Is he from the other side of the world or something?”

Jake freezes, glancing at you with uncertainty.  You can tell he’s worried that he isn’t fitting in well.  Truthfully, he’s less than stellar at it, but you know Jake will get better.  You have to help him.

You roll your eyes at Dave and say, “yes he’s made a long trip to be here.  So be friendly!” You get behind Dave and push his back, forcing him to step forward a couple times.

Reluctantly, Dave shakes Jake’s hand, still clearly annoyed with Jake’s presence.  “Thought it was just gonna be you and me.  You don’t see me dragging Bro along everywhere.”

“Please, don’t even,” you brush his threat off. “Bro would cramp your style so hard.”

“And Jake isn’t?” Dave counters.

“Meeting your Bro would be simply smashing!” Jake exclaims, earning himself another incredulous look from Dave.  

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Dave show so much disgust.  “Bro is—ugh no.  He’s horrible. Nobody should meet him. Ever.”

“I think—” Jake begins.

Jake stops talking when you kick his foot.

“Dave!  Shoosh!” you laugh, pushing him over to the kitchen to distract him.  “Help me with lunch.”

“I can help!” Jake pipes in. “I’d be delighted to help!”

You take Jake by the arm and guide him towards the front room. “Jake, you just had a long journey. Relax.  Let us handle it.”

When you return to the kitchen, Dave immediately pulls you close and presses you back against the wall by the stove.  The wind leaves your chest as he presses loving needy kisses to your lips. You press your hand against his chest, curling your fingers into his shirt and pulling him closer, so you can feel more of him, kiss him deeper.

Dave’s hands slide along the small of your back to your hips.  Your breath hitches for a moment when his hands glide down to caress your butt. Dave usually isn’t this forward, not that you can say you mind.

You love Dave.  You love kissing him.  You love his hands on your body.

You think suddenly back to the conversation you had yesterday with your grandma.  Your incubus urges will start coming out soon. You think of her talking about intercourse.

Instantly, you no longer feel any such urges.

You smile into Dave’s kiss and lightly press on his chest, pushing him away.  “My cousin is here,” you remind him softly.  

“Yeah he is,” Dave grumbles back, reluctantly stepping away. “Why is he here again?”

“He came to visit me!” you laugh softly at him, picking up the bread and beginning to slice it. “Don’t be such an ass!”

“But I’m so good at it,” he complains.  Despite his grumbling, he helps you out by selecting a couple of your jellies for lunch. You aren’t surprised to see apple cinnamon, Dave’s favorite of your jams.  He’s also selected blackberry, which you think will complement breakfast nicely.

Even though you technically don’t need to eat, you still enjoy making lunch for Dave.  You would make breakfast for him too, but he’s never up early enough. Dave usually chooses to sleep in until noon, which isn’t shocking considering he’s often up late into the night.

It’s become a routine by now.  Dave typically comes knocking at your door sometime shortly after noon, and together you make lunch.  He helps you carry your jams to the market for sale.  You and he both relax together for a couple hours, selling your jams. Your jams typically sell well, which is all the better.  It helps you maintain the illusion of being part of the town.  It helps you buy food to make Dave for lunch and dinner, and it helps you fit in.  It gives you something to talk about and a reason to mingle with people in the market.

In the early evening, Dave will often have dinner with you, but he always leaves shortly before nightfall. He says it’s because Bro will get upset, but you know the truth.  You know he leaves to hunt your kind.

Truthfully, it terrifies you.  Were you not so in love with him, you would be frightened by him.  But Dave still doesn’t know what you are, and you intend to keep it that way.  You won’t lose Dave for anything.  You certainly won’t lose him because you happen to be a demon.

The thoughts run through your head as you both prepare lunch.  It isn’t until the three of you sit down to eat, and Jake glances curiously at the utensils you provided, that you realize Jake may not know very much about eating human food.  You curse your lack of foresight and quickly snatch a piece of toast you prepared, taking the knife and quickly dipping it into your jar of blackberry jam.  You spread it on the toast, letting Jake watch you first, before handing the jar to him.

Jake mimics you remarkably well, spreading the jam on the toast as if he’s done it his whole life. “So Dave,” Jake begins to talk with an inflection in his tone that you can easily tell is him trying his hardest to sound casual. “What do you do?”

“What do I do?” Dave repeats, taking a big bite of his apple jam toast.  “Dude, I’m a kid.  I run around. I get in trouble.”

“Sounds like John,” Jake says offhandedly, a bit more naturally than you expected.

You snicker quietly and admit, “Yeah, we play a lot of pranks. But come on! They’re just asking for it!”

“They are,” Dave agrees.

“Have you ever pranked your Bro?” Jake asks.  There’s a serious, almost deadly hint to his voice that terrifies you.  You know where this is going to go, and you have to stop it now.

Dave has also turned white as a ghost.

“No, but Bro has pranked Dave a lot,” you explain, gently petting Dave’s arm. “It’s ok, Dave.  The puppets can’t hurt you now.”

“They’ll haunt my soul forever, John,” Dave says.  “I don’t think you understand the depths of his obsession with them.  My home isn’t safe.  Your home isn’t safe. No place is safe.”

“He’s never come here before,” you wave off Dave’s words and give him a sweet little kiss on the cheek. “You’re safe here.”

“Maybe we should try pranking him instead, eh?” Jake suggests with a glint to his eye.

“Jake, you suck at pranking people,” you point out.

It’s true.  Jake does.

Jake’s about to say something, when you kick him under the table again, a little harder this time.

Somehow, Jake keeps his mouth shut.

You know it won’t last long.

It doesn’t.

“Tomorrow,” Jake says, a manic grin on his face.  “Tomorrow we will prank your Bro!”

Dave somehow turns even paler.

You know that the countdown has started.  You have less than 24 hours to convince Jake that this is a terrible idea.

You really hope you can.

Byeonhwa - J.JK  Chapter Six

My eyes flutter open to my phone ringing in my ear. Why did I put it so close to me? I reach over and answer it leaning on my right forearm. "Hello?" I ask in a raspy voice, I didn't even think of looking to see who was calling.

"Hi, Minyoung. It's Lisa are you coming to the party tonight?" She asks, I furrow my eyebrows. "What party?" I ask in confusion.

"I thought we told you, there's a party at Kim Taehyungs house tonight. Do you want to come with us? Were all going, especially Jungkook~" She teases. I laugh. "Fine, I haven't been to a party in forever." This made her gasp. "When was your last party?" She asked sounding excited.

"When I was ten, it was my aunties birthday," I answer, she gasps again but even louder.

"Were coming to your house. Text me your address." She then hangs up, I reluctantly take my phone down from my ear. Why is she coming here? That means I have to get ready. I text Lisa the address then start to get ready.

I walk downstairs in my hoodie and jeans, I was too lazy to do my hair so I just put it up in a high ponytail. It is Saturday so it doesn't really matter anyway. I make some banana on toast then sit down at the table, scrolling through my Instagram. I then saw Jungkook posted a photo. It was a picture of him, no smile though. I guess he acts cold just in school.

As I was eating I heard the doorbell go off. I had to get it since my Mom works early morning to late night on the weekends. I open the door to see the girls standing there. Jennie was holding a box of hair curlers and straighteners and some products. And Lisa held a makeup box which I assume is full of makeup.

"Wait why are you here? You didn't tell me." I ask, Lisa smiles.

"We're here to get ready since this is your first ever high school party it needs to be your best," Lisa explains.

"Can I put this down its really heavy." Jennie pushes past me to put the box on the kitchen counter.

"I could get ready by myself you know." I giggle letting the others in. Lisa places the makeup box on the counter next top Jennies. "Yes, but we can make you look ten times better." Lisa makes an okay sign with her hand. "Plus you can impress Jungkook, "Jisoo smirks, I glare at her.

"I never said I liked him." I retorted.

"But you did show you like him." Rose also smirks. I roll my eyes at her.

"Oh, nice toast," Jisoo says picking up my toast from the table and taking the last of it in one bite. "Unnie~" I whine. "That was my breakfast."

"Well, that part was mine." Jisoo muffled out through her full mouth. We all cringe in disgust as toast crumbs fall out of her mouth. "Don't speak while your mouth is full," Jennie says the words we were all urged to say.

"Sorry," Jisoo says with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Okay, let's get started." Lisa claps her hands together.

"Wait when does it start?" I ask.

"Six." Rose answers.

"Don't we have eight hours though?" I ask.

"We need a lot of time. Pampering, meditation, baths and all that stuff." Jennie explains. I nod a bit unsure about why we need so much time.

"You'll learn over time." Jisoo pats me on the shoulder then walking past me to the kitchen. "Where are you going?" I ask. Jisoo holds up the empty plate. "I'm washing the plate." She says as if  I was stupid. I let out an awkward laugh. "Come on." Lisa grabs my wrist and pulls me upstairs making Jennie and Rose carry the boxes up with them.

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It was half five and we were finally finished, the girls said I can't see what I look like yet so I'm about to have the big reveal. Rose held her hands over my eyes so that I wouldn't peek in the mirror I was told I was standing in front of.

"3"

"2"

"1"

Rose took her hands away and I was welcomed by a breathtaking sight.

I cover my mouth in shock. "Do you like?" Lisa asks her hands in front of her. I nod my head frantically looking at myself through the mirror. "I-I-"

"You have no words." Jisoo laughs. I nod again.

"We did such a good job we've turned her mute." Rose jokes. I feel my eyes getting watery. The girls suddenly turn worried. "Don't cry, if you do then I will too then we will both have smudged makeup." Jennie laughs trying to dab the unfallen tears from my eyes with a tissue.

Jisoo pulls me into a hug at softly pats my hair being careful not to mess it up. "You look beautiful, don't cry." She shooshes. I calm down in her hug and smile. "Thank you Unnies." I thank them with a smile still on my face.

"Your welcome." They all say in sync.

"Let's go we're going to be late." Lisa ushers. We all grab our purses and begin walking to the supposed Kim Taehyung's house.

In the cab I messaged my mom telling her I'm going to a party, not forgetting to tell her I have my pepper spray on me. I don't carry it with me because I think I'll be attacked again, I carry it around with me so my Mom doesn't feel worried about whenever I'm not with her.

"I saw you and Jungkook walking after school." Rose suddenly speaks making me look up from my phone. "Oh yeah, my Mom invited him for dinner to thank him for bringing me home when I fainted," I explain, they all sit up straight in their seats.

"So Jungkook went into your house with you conscious?" Jennie asks, I nod. "What happened did you go up to your room with him?" Lisa asks.

"Did you do anything?" Jennie asks referring tot he dirty stuff. I shake my head feeling flustered. "Of course they didn't her Mom was in the house." Lisa flicks Jennie's forehead.

"Yah don't treat your Unnie like that," Jennie argues, Lisa rolls her eyes and turns back to me. "Have you two kissed?" Rose asks.

"No."

"Have you kissed anyone before?" Jisoo asks. I shake my head.

"Cute~" Lisa cooed, pushing my head into her shoulder and hugging me like  I was a baby.

I try to push her way. "Lisa let go of her she ant breath," Jennie laughs, I was finally released. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Jennie asks, I reluctantly shake my head again. They all pull faces as if they have seen a cute baby laugh.

"Were here." Rose states pointing out of the window. Jisoo pays the Taxi driver and we get out. It was already dark since it was winter, and it was freezing. You could hear the music from here. There were people who I recognized from my school out on the front garden some drinking, some smoking and some just making out with someone else.

"Hello, Ladies."

my third grade love life storytime

ik i have like -83728.21 followers but ya know this is a fun story that i've never told to anyone so who cares ya feel So when I was in third grade, I thought I was straight. And I had a tendency to 'fall' for boys I thought were smart. Not as smart as me, of course, since I was about the most pretentious third grader in the history of the earth. My first encounter with this boy, Grady, was on my first day of school. We were nearly paired up for PE, but I opted for one of my friends instead. This did introduce me to his existence, though. Day after day, my crush developed (I sound like I'm describing some scientific horror help). Eventually, I was writing about it in my journal and playing imaginary games where I was a princess and he saved me (wow gender roles much). In third grade, I did this REALLY CREEPY thing where I would imagine us kissing and I would flip through the different scenery of our imaginary kisses as if I was playing a game on the computer. You know the kind I'm talking about. The kind where you dress up the characters, put them in different stances, and then choose a background. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: FIRST CRUSH! In the elementary school I went to, we had little reading groups that we would be sorted into based on our understanding of reading comprehension, grammar, reading aloud, stuff like that. Naturally, I was in the most *flips hair* elite of the groups. I think I was 6th grade or so level? Something like that. But let's be honest no one is actually in the reading level of their grade. My best friend at the time, Anna, was in the same group as me, as well as Grady. Anna and I were taking our usual route to the class in the middle of the school for our reading class, and I noticed that another boy was walking and talking with Grady. As we arrived, Anna sat in our usual spot, and I saw Grady approaching the seat right next to my usual one. HOLD UP BEFORE I TELL YOU THIS NEXT PART I JUST REMEMBERED ONE OF THE BEST PARTS OF THE STORY. I'LL JUST TELL THAT TO YOU REAL QUICK,. It was probably November or something like that. Pretty late in the first semester. In my class, we had these weird desk arrangements, so that it was kind of like the desks were going in a circle all around the room. I was sitting by my friend, who was on the corner of the desks. She was sitting right next to Alex, as well. My friend got up to get a pencil or whatever, I don't know, and our little G boi here decides to take this as an opportunity to lean forward and whisper "I know you like me". THIS BOY HAS THE N E R V E. I don't think I've ever blushed harder in my entire life. Like, I didn't even tell Anna. HOW TF DID HE KNOW I HAD A CRUSH ON HIM?! To this day I haven't got a clue. Okay now back to the reading group incident. I make eye contact with Grady, and he smirks at me (???). He continues walking towards the seat, and of course, I'm having a mental breakdown because "OMG OMG GRADY IS GONNA SIT NEXT TO ME VFHUBYWRYUKGFZ" But right before he makes contact with the seat, the other boy sits in it and in my head I'm like "um rude but ok" because I need to play it cool™. THEN. I hear Grady whisper to his friend, loud enough for me to hear, "hey, wanna switch seats?" And I"m over here like "OMG GRADY SHOOSH YOUR MOUTH IT'S FINE JBDFHAKV" But then the boy is like "no" and I'm like "well okay then that was eventful" ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: OK HE KNOWS I LIKE HIM I WONDER IF HE LIKES ME Another encounter I had with this boy was around Valentine's day. I honestly don't know if he was aware of this happening, it was mainly between me and Anna. And, well, a bunch of other people from my class... It all started when I was on the bus one day with Anna. I was thinking about Alex (surprise surprise) and Anna was like "Whatcha thinkin bout" and I said it had to do with Valentine's day and she said something like "Ooooh do you have a crush" and I did but I was still like "no" (lmao liar). After awhile, she got it out of me that it had to do with the letter G. The first letter of Grad's name. I told her to not speak of it again and she said she wouldn't. Then Valentine's day arrived. We had this thing where you had to make a box for people to put valentines in. I was a rlly cool eight year old obvs so I made one that looked like a hot air balloon. I got a basket and then stuck straws to it, then stuck a balloon to the straws. It was probably my proudest moment when I finished it. jk my mom did the entire thing whoops aNY WAY, Anna told everyone I liked Grady. This really aggravated me, so I dramatically said to Anna, "Anna, you have lost all of my trust" and ran off into the sunset. I guess that I didn't realize that I probably shouldn't go that far... Oh well. All I can really recall after that is running away from them for some reason (?) and talking to my friend Zendra. Everything else is pretty fuzzy. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: YIKES MY BEST FRIEND KINDA HATES ME WHOOPS The last story in this chapter is less eventful, but my personal favorite. It was my 9th birthday. Yay! Happy birthday, past me. I sat across from Alex at the time, as we were in the same little desk square things. We were having science class, and we were using these dirty sponge things. My teacher brought a little platter of them to our table, and. this. boy. Says. "TOAST!!" This was honestly the highlight of my life. I reply, "Yeah, and the stuff on top is cinnamon." Because I was a witty™ 9-year-old and how could I not. Alex starts blushing wildly (not really wildly but his cheeks were a bit rosier than usual idk) and we started laughing really hard. I wish I stayed at that school because that has high potential for an inside joke. Well, that was it for now. There were plenty more encounters with this boy, but these are my favorites. If by the CRAZIEST longshot the boy I wrote about is reading this... hi.

also sorry for the brainrot/hyperfixation/obsessing abt Darien. i want ZOS to bring him back SO BAD.

Whisky that’s yours for 30,000 a bottle

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One of the world’s rarest and most expensive single malt whiskies has gone on sale. The Private Collection Glenlivet was matured for 70 years and just 40 decanters are going on the market for £30,000 each. The spirit went into its cask in 1943, when World War Two was at its height and whisky was scarce.

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Shoosh. The cratur is sleeping.

In row upon row of casks in a warehouse in Elgin, gallon upon gallon of single malt whisky is maturing.

This is the family firm of Gordon and MacPhail. To call them whisky bottlers doesn’t do them justice.

They mature single malts, including some of the rarest in the world, until the time is right to set the spirit free.

In the case of Cask 121, that process took 70 years.

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14 January 1943 was a significant date.

It was the first day of the Casablanca conference. Churchill and Roosevelt were planning their next steps in World War Two.

Stalin had declined to attend. He was a busy man, not least because the Red Army was preparing to deal a fatal blow to the Third Reich at Stalingrad.

So it is understandable that a small occurrence at the Glenlivet Distillery went unnoticed by history until now.

Gordon and MacPhail’s senior partner John Urquhart laid down a single cask of spirit.

The war meant that laying down even that small quantity was a rare occurrence.

John’s great-grandson Stephen Rankin, a present day director of the company, said: “At the time the government controlled the raw materials.

“The year before almost all distilleries in Scotland had closed but some were given special licences to carry on.

“Due to the demand elsewhere for the raw materials these distilleries only made a small amount.”

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Image caption Stephen Rankin is the great-grandson of John Urquhart who laid down the single cask

So the spirit – not whisky because it had yet to mature – was already a scarce resource.

And getting scarcer: the UK was exporting its stocks of mature Scotch in return for dollars which in turn could be exchanged for armaments and other vital supplies.

When the SS Politician ran aground on the island of Eriskay two years earlier it had been carrying 28,000 cases of malt.

The “informal salvage” operations that followed inspired Compton Mackenzie’s novel Whisky Galore, Alexander Mackendrick’s near-identically titled Ealing classic Whisky Galore!, several customs prosecutions and countless Hebridean hangovers.

By 1943, Cask 121 – as it was known – still had a long way to go before it could contribute to the country’s balance of payments.

It had to wait to breathe and mature in the cask.

It lay at the Glenlivet Distillery until 1967.

Then, when some of us were still saving up for a copy of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, it was moved carefully to the Elgin warehouse and sampled.

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Some of that 24-year-old malt still exists in a room lined with hundreds – probably thousands, I lost count – of small sample bottles.

It’s a whisky library, each sample taken from a cask in the warehouse.

But in 1967, Cask 121 was not considered ready for bottling. It had greater potential.

Stuart Urquhart, Gordon and MacPhail’s associate director of whisky supply, took over the long waiting process later.

“We’ve routinely sampled it over its time,” he says, “and made a decision to bottle it in 2013”.

“Over that time it evolved, gained in complexity and changed.”

The year 2013, when it emerged from the cask into glass, is when the clock stopped.

Whisky stops maturing when it goes into the bottle. Private Collection Glenlivet 1943 will always be a 70-year-old malt.

But will it taste any good after all this time? That’s where the science comes in.

Malt whisky has four ingredients. Barley, water and yeast are the obvious ones.

The fourth is wood. The cask in which the maturation process takes place.

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Image caption Stuart Urquhart says the whisky has evolved over the years and gained in complexity

The skill in maturation is choosing the right type of wood. One that will enhance the desired flavours and aromas of the whisky and suppress the unwanted ones.

So says Matthew Pauley, associate professor of distilling at Heriot-Watt university in Edinburgh.

“One of the most important characteristics is where the wood has come from – whether it’s European oak or American oak.

“It’s all about sugars – the complex sugars in the oak. And there are different levels of different sugars in a European oak versus an American oak.”

Other considerations include what the cask has held before. Usually it’s sherry but other techniques use casks which have held port or bourbon.

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Then there’s the thickness of the cask’s staves. They will dictate how the spirit inside interacts with the atmosphere and how much liquid evaporates

How the wood has been toasted and charred will affect how the sugars are released.

In 1943, John Urquhart and his son George chose a sherry cask made of European oak.

Did they choose well?

That’s where the science stops and personal taste takes over.

And a personal taste is what I got. A glass of a handsome, deep brown liquid.

A dram costing about £430.

Had I been paying for it, which I wasn’t – and neither were you, dear licence fee payer. This was research, honest.

The nose – the smell, to the rest of us – promised a lot.

The taste? To my admittedly uneducated palate, remarkable.

I had been told to expect burnt oranges, milk chocolate, a hint of vanilla.

Perhaps it was the power of suggestion but I got all of those and more: peat and oak – neither of them to excess – sweetness, strength, complexity and subtlety.

My head tried to be objective, my taste buds surrendered.

And no – I didn’t ask for a splash of lemonade in it. Slàinte mhath!

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“Bastian, look out!” Raya yelled as she saw a Worm Cultist sneak up on him.

But it was too late.

The next thing she saw was him on the ground. Instinctively running over to him to see if he was alright.

Darien noticed the commotion and rushed over to where they were shielding them both. However, when Raya noticed the mages wounds, all of her anger manifested as something. ((placeholder cant figure out a good way to describe the arcanist ultimate.))

…..

“Rye? Is that you?” Bastian asked “Did we die?”

“No, you are not dead, and neither is my daughter. Thanks to the Sunburst’s child.” Azura responded

Bastian blinked “…. Who are you?”

“I am Azura, queen of dawn and dusk. I do not have much time. I need you to promise me something, Son of Akatosh.”

Bastian blinked “well that confirms some really specific dreams Raya has been having.” he mused internally

“I need you to protect Raya from herself. I know what is going to happen, do not let her destroy herself because of the Sunfiire.”

Bastian blinked, then nodded, “Are you talking about Darien? Or Meridia?”

Azura sighed “I am talking about both. Meridia and Molag Bal have made the three of you pawns in their war. I have not seen such offenses since the false gods of the Tribunal killed my son, and tried to kill my daughter when she was still a babe. The three of you need to stay together, and look out for one another.”

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