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‘Freed by the windy conditions, the supermarket trolleys are returning to their natural habitat.’
#shitpost#current events#storm isha#nature documentary#it heckin wimdy#twilight shift lads#apologies for the dark photo
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Hello there,
I'm not sure if you do emergency requests but I'm in the need for some fluff/crack atm. (I just got my wisdom teeth pulled 😑)
How about Wolfie chasing one of those laser pointers around camp and generally just being a goofball. Like modern!reader just pulls one outta their bag and he goes full dog mode.
~ 🖤
🖤ANON!! ITS BEEN A WHILE :DD I do absolutely do emergency requests and I want to think you the best of rest days!! ALSO THIS IS THE CUTEST/FUNNIEST IDEA EVER!! I hope i can do it justice!
Edit: SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOINF BETTER!!
Twilight
The Chain had set up camp in a small, flowery clearing, allowing the group to relax in the comforting atmosphere. Everyone was scattered across the grassy field, some already sleeping while other kept themselves busy.
Idly digging around your tattered backpack, you found yourself utterly bored out of your bloody mind! Though the surrounding was a breath of fresh air considering the party's exasperating journey, the chaotic itch in your mind needed to be scratched.
Just as you're about to stop your fruitless search your fingers brush across a cold plastic cylinder. With furrowed eyebrows you pull the small object from your backpack.
The setting sun's rays glint against the metallic surface of a very familiar object. A breathless laugh pulls itself from your laughs as you look at the item.
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You weren't sure why or how you managed to bring a laser pointer with you into this strange adventure of yours, but considering the pure amusement you were getting out of it, it was totally worth it.
What amusement could you be getting from such a simple toy, you might ask.
The amusing sight of the ranch hand -who was in his wolfish form- slowly tracking the red dot with his beady eyes. He did not raise from his resting spot in the lush grass, either too lazy or too uninterested to inspect any farer. But the mere sight of his tiny eyes darting back and forth as he struggled to keep his focus on the dot had you quietly giggling.
And yet that chaotic itch had yet to be satisficed. Hunkering down, pressing yourself farer into your bedroll you steadied yourself as you dared to inch the shaky dot closer to the wolf's form.
Twilight-- Or Wolfie now-- Squinted at the approaching speck, letting a huff of air bellow past his jowls as a tried warning. A quiet 'boof' comes from the wolf, as if daring the light to come closer, making your shoulders shake in quiet mirth as you suddenly darted the dot closer.
Startled, the wolf jumped from his laying position and onto his crouched paws, his snout pull back in a slight snarl, his quiet 'boof' turning into a tamed bark.
Now that, that caught the attention of those littered around the make shift camp. Heads turned and tasks halted as curious eyes found the large wolf staring down a...Little red dot? Wild, being the curious lad he is, goes to step forward to investigate but is halted but the firm hand of the Captain.
Before the champion can question the Captain's ever growing smirk, Wolfie lets out another startled bark. Quickly looking back Wild finds the wolf with his paws cupped together, firmly placed on the dirt infront of him.
Wolfie, proud of the swift catch, lifts his paws from the dirt to inspect this dot, only to be met with the forest floor. Another boof puffs past his jaw as he sniffs the grass, digging around for a minute before pulling back with a tilted head. The clear confusion almost had you rolling. The pup had no idea the pure fuckery he was about to experience.
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Muffled chuckles filled the night air along side the loud, erratic barks from a very confused pup.
Bags and bedrolls have been throw astray from their original resting place, (much to the dismay of others) having been bulldozered by the rancher as nothing stopped the wolf's brash pace while he chased after the will- o- wisp of light.
The pup leaped and lunged after the ever infuriating light, tumbling over his own racing paws as he nipped at the air with growing frustration. Never have you seen the pup this focused on such a small goal, basically throwing himself around the clearing to catch this light!
Your itch was being scratched indeed. And yet, the fuckery was not yet up to your standards.
Barks of laughter caught your attention and from the corner of your eye you just catch the glimpse of a hunched over sailor. He stood allow in field, hands on his knees as he watched Wolfie with tears in his eyes. Bingo.
Suddenly the dot darted away from dancing around the spinning wolf, making it's slow but noticeable approach. As head strong as before, the wolf continues his quick chase after the spark with a bark.
Wind, poor poor Wind, didn't notice the giant wolf that barreled towards him. Still far too focused on trying to catch his breath, the young sailor doesn't catch the glimpse of a shiny red dot finding itself to his chest. Not even the worried call of the Captain can save him from his fate.
The wind is knocked from the sailor's chest as the rocketing Wolfie TACKLES the poor kid to the ground. His legs kicking up into the air as the sudden weight of Wolfie lands on his small chest.
The camp falls silent for a moment before the wild and incoherent curses fall from the sailor's lips like a water fall. Then, and only then does the camp roar with laughter once more. Your laughter is among the loudest as you fall back into your bedroll, struggling to breath as you clutch your stomach.
You think you hear the frantic apologizes from the reverted rancher but your howling laughter muffles any other noise.
Itched was definitely scratched.
#anon ask#🖤 anon#trippy answers#linked universe#lu twilight#lu twilight x reader#linked universe twilight#modern!reader#x reader#reader insert#platonic#?#i did infact have to look up what the jowls were because i straight up forgot what they were called#other boys are mentioned#stories from stardust
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The Beginning of Another
They rushed through an unfamiliar forest, chasing the last, youthful sounds of an all-too-familiar cry: “You’ll never win, Ganon!”
Time pressed himself to run faster, enduring the stifling summer heat. The canopy was thinning. Where sunlight bathed the ground, the underbrush grew thick. There were no tracks to follow, no evidence of a trail or proper course. The sound of running water came from ahead, but it did little to stifle the sudden shriek of a child.
Time felt his blood run cold. “Twilight—”
“On it,” Twilight answered, veering to the left. Black prisms enveloped his silhouette, then Wolfie raced ahead. His claws left gouges in the dirt.
“We’ll make it,” Sky said between pants. “We’ll get there in time.” The desperation in his voice was impossible to miss.
A riverbank lay ahead, barely visible between tree branches. Time caught a flash of red and prayed that they would still find the child alive, that the Ganondorf of this timeline was too slow or too stupid or even too indifferent to waste time on an innocent. His focus narrowed, his heartbeats sounding like a countdown in his head—a steady tick-tock that grew louder and louder as they neared the river and its potential bed of carnage.
Except when Time finally sprinted past the tree line—nearly tripping on Wolfie, who was sitting with his head tilted to one side in blatant curiosity—the scene that lay before him was of two children playing.
The oldest of the two, a lad with mousy brown hair who couldn’t be any older than nine or ten, noticed the heroes first. He stepped in front of the other child, clearly wary, a stick held firmly in one hand. His eyes grew comically wide at the sight of Wolfie, but his voice remained steady when he spoke. “If you’re looking for the town, it’s just upriver.”
Time held up his hands to show that they were empty. “We heard a scream. Are you both okay?”
The boy nodded. “We were playing, that’s all.”
The second child, barely older than a toddler, peered at them from behind the other boy’s legs. His bright red hair shined in the sunlight. “Look, Link!” he gasped, pointing with his own short stick. “Real swords! And a dog!”
“That’s no dog,” Link muttered, shifting protectively.
Warriors glanced in the direction of the town and hummed thoughtfully. “An inn and a proper bath does sound nice,” he said to no one in particular, running his fingers through his hair. The seeming lack of interest in the boys worked like a charm; Link visibly relaxed, shoulders losing most of their tension.
“It’s a short walk. You can’t miss it. And the inn usually has fresh bread.”
“Sounds great,” Warriors said, exchanging a quick look with Legend, who shook his head subtly.
Hyrule glanced back and forth between the boys. “But we heard… Ganon.”
The younger boy smiled brightly. One of his baby teeth was missing. “That’s me!”
Link leaned his head back and sighed. “We need to work on stranger-danger. You’ve told them both our names now.”
“Wait,” Time said, “he’s Ganon? Ganondorf?”
Link immediately looked mistrusting again. “What of it?”
“It’s simply not a name we’re used to hearing outside the Gerudo,” Warriors interjected smoothly. “Quite unique for a Hylian. We expected to see someone else.”
“My mama’s Gerudo,” Ganon told them.
“He got our dad’s coloring,” Link added with a suspicious squint. “You’re not racists, are you?”
Legend snorted. “No, just increasingly unlucky.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Time coughed lightly. “He’s a jokester, ignore him.” Taking his own advice and ignoring Legend’s affronted scoff, he added, “The riverside isn’t a safe place for you two to be playing alone. We’ll escort you back to town. I’d like to speak with your parents, if possible.”
Ganon made a show of slashing the air with his stick. “Don’t worry! My brother’s the bravest. We’re safe!”
“And he’s tough,” Link added proudly, ruffling Ganon’s hair. “He always has been.”
Time smiled and hoped it didn’t look as forced as it felt. “I'm sure you are.”
#can barely ring myself to write these days and when i DO it's usually weird takes on ganon#just for funsies#linked universe#lu fic#lu time#ganondorf#ganon#lu warriors#lu sky#lu legend#lu twilight#you can just pretend the other heroes are there idk#gintrinsic writing
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Aching
Link was a difficult little thing to keep alive.
He was a decent swordsman but he too often rushed into danger. He was impressively intelligent but sometimes fell prey to snap decisions. He was overflowing with good will and yet he didn't say 'no' when he really should have.
Ganondorf witnessed it over and over again. Within an hour of first meeting, the maniac as a beast nearly hurtled off the top of Hyrule Castle. In the Forest Temple of Ordon, he was almost eaten by giant spiders, at least three times. He faced the Goron elders in their own form of combat without a second thought and won.
The lad was insane.
This was the first time he'd ever made the Gerudo sweat, though.
"I cannot believe you," Ganondorf huffed, pausing his effort in rendering aid to simply catch his breath. "What sort of idiot with a death wish just charges an enemy he's never even seen before?"
The great mansion of Yeto and Yeta was fearsome, both in design and location. The bitter icy winds whipped at the infrastructure. Every hall featured a different sort of hell. It'd been a miracle to find a small bubble of safety, some sort of lounge in a remote corner of the home where the pair could wait and lick their wounds.
"We're fiiine," Link flapped his hand weakly. His pupils were a bit too dilated for Ganondorf's taste. "See? I'm barely bleeding anymore."
"Because I already sewed up the wound. Stop talking and drink."
The Gerudo's tone was firm yet not unkind. When Link's complexion remained pale, he found no qualms in holding his head up in a sizeable palm while feeding him the last of a health potion. Ganondorf knew the taste was vile and, though he was above dignifying the flavor with a response, he was wholly impressed when Link finished the tonic without complaint. Some color finally began to seep into his cheeks and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"You're a menace." Ganondorf huffed, most of the real heat leeching out of his voice.
"That's not what you say when I suc--"
The Ordonian was promptly silenced with a hand over his mouth. Ganondorf's eyes narrowed slightly when he felt the unmistakable wetness of a tongue attempting to lick his touch away. Just to be spiteful, he curled his grip around the majority of Link's head and gave it a slight squeeze. Satisfied, he relinquished his hold, only to find the little Hylian staring up at him with a dopey smile and glassy look in his eyes.
"You look unwell." Ganondorf drolled.
"Sorry, just... Daydreaming for a sec," Link's voice was still a little slurred. Though the dark patch of fresh blood on the front of his tunic wasn't growing, it was still a sickening sight. Thank the goddesses his vital organs had been missed when he was stabbed. "You promise you'll visit me in Ordon when all this is done?"
"Yes, I've promised multiple times now," The Gerudo knight had shifted, sensing the need for them to lay low a little longer. He sat cross-legged on the floor beside his companion, his armor allowing some semblance of flexibility. "Once the princess of Twilight is freed and the false king Zant is slain, we will take you home."
"Mmh," Link sighed. He looked strangely vulnerable with his floppy cap off, having been folded up and tucked under his head for support. "I can't stop thinking about all the stuff I wanna show you. The best fishing spot. The woods when they're not swarming with monsters. The goats."
Ganondorf's eyes widened as Link's voice grew thick with emotion.
"Sorry," A shaking hand lifted to scrub at his face. "Homesick. Keep... Thinking about the kids in Kakariko, of Ilia."
Unsure how to comfort the young swordsman, Ganondorf settled on laying a broad hand against his thigh. Link huffed through his nose, letting out a quiet groan.
"It's just... Nice to think of you being there, too," The Hylian glanced at his companion. "With me, y'know? After all we've been through, it's... I just wanna share more memories before you leave."
"Leave?" Ganondorf echoed, brows furrowing.
"Y'know. Go back to your own home," Link was outright avoiding his eyes now, staring instead at the fireplace, watching the flames flicker and dance. Though it was small, it helped a lot to keep the cold at bay. "You keep talking about... About doing your birthright proper, about bringing back the Gerudo, about reintegrating into Hyrule and... That's amazing, of course, and I'm sure princess Zelda would be really supportive, I just..."
Ganondorf inhaled deeply. When he exhaled, Link seemed to follow and a little tension eased out of the room.
I can't help how I feel about you, The Hylian signed where spoken words evaded him. His fingers trembled but Ganondorf had really improved and could still follow. You're my first. We've been through so much together. I want you in my life.
You have me, Ganondorf signed back. The smile that touched his lips was warm and kind, even on his intimidating features. "I'm not ever leaving you like that, Link. Even when I'm out rebuilding my tribe, you have me. In here."
His touch settled over the Hylian's heart and Link let out a flustered laugh. At least he seemed well enough to blush.
"Close your eyes and rest proper for a bit," Ganondorf shifted to stand, plucking up the Sword of the Sages as he did so. He made sure to scoot Link's own weapons closer so the boy could snatch them up if need be. "I'll just be checking the perimeter. When you feel well enough to continue, we'll push on--"
He froze when a little hand settled on his ankle. Link was such a formidable warrior but he was so small. Ganondorf knew better than to treat him like glass but it was difficult when the Hylian looked the way he did, naturally beautiful in a way that was wholly uncommon.
"Thank you," Link croaked, and a smile finally touched his lips. "I'll be fine, just... Don't be too long."
"I won't."
Some little voice in Ganondorf's head was urging him to bend down, to press a hand against his companion's brow to check his temperature, to lower himself for a kiss to ease the young warrior's heart. Instead, he simply nodded and did his best to project total confidence and strength.
When they were done here and out of the damned cold, there would be plenty of time for some well-deserved love.
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Just had this pop in my head cause it did. It’s freezing temps out. Freeze warning till Saturday. It’s known that you don’t leave small pets out in the freeze at night. Even your large dogs.
So let say the chain arrived at an inn. They do t have a no pet policy, it’s just wolfie doesn’t look all that friendly. But this exchange happens.
“Okay that’s eight of you, but I am sorry, the large wolf dog can’t come in. He might frighten the costumers.” States the inn keeper eyeing the large wolf.
“What? Really? You’re going to make him sleep out in freezing temperatures, they surely could kill him.” Barked the Veteran. “Would you just leave a baby outside in freezing temperatures too?”
He felt a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. Time gave a tired look and turned back to the inn keeper, “sit wolfie”
The large wolf did so. Out of Twilight humiliation, he knew exactly what the old man was doing. About to broke this inn keeper’s mind on ever judging a creature ever again. From his personal experience. Most people fear him when he would go through castle town.
“Roll over” his voice was calm and gentle. As he eyed the inn keeper.
Wolfie rolled over and present his under belly. Wind catching on. Along with wild, and Hyrule. They all crowded beside wolfie. Who was laying on his back. Tail wagging. Paws sticking in the air. The lads began to snuggle him and rubbing his belly. Oh they owed him big time for tolerating this.
The inn keeper looked over in shock. He looked back at Time who had a smirk. “He ain’t that dangerous if he is letting them do that to him. He may look dangerous. But honestly this lump of fur is the generalist beast I have gotten to travel along with.” He smiled over at wolfie before turning his attention back to the inn keeper.
“He’s well behaved. Plus is my son’s emotional support guardian. Where wolfie goes, that boy fallows. So want to kindly rethink about the pet?”
There was an awkward silence. Then the inn keeper let out a sigh, “okay. But if he makes one goof up. He’s on the streets.”
The chain cheered. Hugging wolfie tightly. Wolfie snorted and just let his tongue roll out as he gave a happy wolfie grin.
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Once they are got to their rooms. Twilight was sharing his with Time and wild. He shifted back to his true Hylian form.
“You owe me, but also thanks. I dunno what it is about people think you can leave pets out in those crazy cold temps.” The rancher says, as he sit close to the fire in the room, warming up the space.
“People be ignorant. Also I will make you pumpkin soup, once I get the ingredients.” Said wild, snuggling up against Twilight. Time ruffled both their hair.
“Well glad it worked.”
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Twilight OC because I don't fucking know anymore-
"The word students mostly use is..."
"Tempestous?"
"More like bitchy"
Name: Alexis Robin Cullen
Name Meaning:
First Name: Alexis- Protector of humanity
Middle Name: Robin- a bird
Last Name: Cullen- Good-looking lad
Title: The Hellhound
Nicknames:
Alex (preferred name)
Al (Bella and Alice)
Rory (Edward, Jacob and Jasper)
Robin (Emmet and Rosalie)
Mittens (Edward and Alice)
Little one, my little star (Belinda)
Sis, Ri-Ri (Bea)
Auntie Ria (Hailey)
Ria (friends)
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Age:
Physical Age: 17
Ages throughout the saga:
Twilight: 15
Twilight New moon: 16
Twilight Eclipse: 17
Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 1: 18
Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2: 19
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Zodiac Sign: Leo
Species: vampire
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Date Of Birth: August 10th 1990
Place Of Birth: Miami, America
Date Of Death: N/A
Place of Death: Forks, Washington
Cause of Death: N/A
Abilities:
Basic vampire abilities
Improved speed
Exceptional self-control
Special Ability:
shapeshifting (can shapeshift to any human or animal)
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Nationality:
American
Languages:
English
Korean
Spanish
Italian
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Schooling: Forks Highschool
Previous Occupation: Ice Cream place employee, student at Forks Highschool
Current occupation: Music Producer
Previous Resident: Miami, America
Current Resident: Forks Washington
First Appearance: Twilight
Last Appearance: The twilight saga: part 2
Status: alive
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Played by: Julia Stiles and Raegan Revord for younger self
Voice: Julia Stiles and Raegan Revord
Eye color: dark blue
Hair color: dirty blonde
Hair texture: wavy/curly
Hair length: long
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Appearances:
Twilight
The Twilight Saga: New Moon
The Twilight Saga: Eclipse
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part one
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two
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Mental Health:
Anxiety Disorder
Hypomnesia
Fears:
Hydrophobia: Fear of water
Nosocomephobia: Fear of hospitals
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Positive Traits:
Confident
Kind
Caring
Loyal
Courageous
Brave
Sassy
Bold
Adventurous
Independent
Protective
Negative Traits:
Sarcastic
Rebellious
Secretive
Childish (rare trait)
Lazy(rare trait)
Can feel guilty easily
Struggles to open up to people
Skills:
Hacking
Coding
Writing
Art
Lock-picking
LyingSoccer
Hobbies:
Baking
Singing
Writing
Reading
Archery
Dancing
Skateboarding
Playing soccer
Likes:
Animals
Her guitar
Her computer
Wolves
Nature
Music
HorsesReading
Dislikes:
Dresses
Snobs
The volturi
Socializing
School
Homework
Makeup
The heat
homophobics
Salmon
Her cat sneeze
Needles
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Drinking: sometimes
Smoking: sometimes
Addictions: n/a
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Pet:
Batty- Australian Cattle Dog- female
Simba- Golden Retriever- male
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Best Friends:
Bella Swan
Alice Cullen
Jasper Hale
Close Friends:
Rosalie Hale
Carlisle Cullen
Emmet Cullen
Esme Cullen
Edward Cullen
Jacob Black (long lost friend)
Friends:
Eric Yorkie
Mike Newton
Angela Webber
Jessica Stanley
Frenemies:
The werewolf pack
Enemies:
The volturi
James
Victoria
Laurent
Family:
Carlisle Cullen- Father
Esme Cullen- Mother
Edward Cullen- Brother
Alice Cullen- Sister
Belinda- Bio Mum (deceased) (played by Idina Menzel)
Jaybird- younger bio brother (deceased) (played by George Henry Davidson)
Bea Austin- older sister (deceased) (played by Sophia Carson) (age: 17-20 in Alexis's tale)
Jack Austin- brother-in-law (deceased) (played by Joseph Quinn)
Nick- Bio Dad (unknown) (played by Dwayne Johnson)
Jacob Black- Imprint/Mate
Mindy Black- daughter (played by Jenna Ortega) (special power: Fire control)
Jazzy Black- daughter (played by Zendaya) (special power: water control)
Chad Black- son (played by Mason Gooding)(special power: electricity control)
Annika Austin- niece (Played by Sadie Sink)(special power: Ice/snow control) (age: 1- 8(in Alexis's Tale(a book I'm finna write), same ages as Seth in the rest of the saga) (Crush: Seth Clearwater)
Annika in the rest of the saga:
(Alexis's tale)
(Twilight)
(New Moon)
(Eclipse)
(Breaking Dawn)
"Ugh, you want me to shift, you don't want me to shift! Choose a lane!"
"And now you're a boy."
"I am today."
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"Before you ask, I brought the dog in."
Love Interests:
Past Love Interests:
None. Well, a teen named Rick had a crush on her but they're just good friends
Current Love Interest:
Jacob Black
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Ship Name:
Jalex
Relationship trope:
Long lost friends to enemies
Starcrossed lovers
enemies to friends
friends to lovers
soulmates
Relationship headcannons:
-TBA-
Relationship playlist:
Love will find a way- TLK 2
I Won't Say I'm in Love- Hercules
Bella Notte- Lady and the Tramp
A Thousand Years- Christina Perri
True Love- P!nk
Rewrite the Stars- The Greatest Showman
You Belong With Me- Taylor Swift
Love Story- Taylor Swift
Someday- Z-O-M-B-I-E-S
We're of the same pride- TLG
Neverland- Zendaya
Faded- Sara Farrel version
Photograph (female and male version)- Ed Sheeran
Perfect- Ed Sheeran
Happier- Ed Sheeran
Shut Up and Dance- WALK THE MOON
Marry You- Bruno Mars
Beautiful to me- Ollie Murs
Mary on a Cross- Ghost
Hello Hello- Elton John and Lady Gaga
Love me like you do- Ellie Goulding
Relationship variants:
Gamora + Peter Quill- GOTG
Wanda Maximoff + Vision- MCU
Max + Lucas- Stranger Things
Kiara + Kovu- TLK 2
Bluestar + Oakheart- Warrior Cats
Brightheart + Cloudtail- Warrior Cats
Bella + Arrow- Survivors
Hanna + Caleb- Pretty Little Liars
Kat + Patrick- 10 Things I Hate About You
Maggie + Glenn- The Walking Dead
Michonne + Rick- The Walking Dead
Millie + Moxxie- Hellvua Boss
Elle + Tao- Heartstopper
Katherine + Danny- Just Go With It
Angel + Scamp- Lady and the Tramp 2
Lady + Tramp- Lady and the Tramp
Jenna + Balto- Balto
Juliet + Gnomeo- Gnomeo and Juliet
Relationship Aesthetic:
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Trivia:
Alex lives in her own huge house with the help from Carslie so she can provide for Hailey after her sister died.She mostly shapeshifts into a lioness. Its basically her spirit animal lolShe met Jacob when she was in the forest one timeOut of everyone in the family, Emira likes Alice and Rosalie the bestAlex loves to play with her dogs and play on her guitar She got bullied when she was little
Alex used to own a bunny named Frothy but he went missing ;w;
Backstory:
Alexis was born to Belinda, a vampire and Nick, another vampire on the 10th of August before her brother, Jaybird and along with their younger sister Bea. Belinda was a huge role model in her life where her dad was hardly around. Their mom warned them about the werewolves. They hanged out with the Cullens whenever both of their parents were busy. When she was 8, she met Jacob and played with him but was cut short when her mom took her away from him, telling him his family was part of the werewolves. So, she never hanged with him again. Soon enough, when a fight between the Volturi and their family broke out, the dad ran away in cowardly fear and her mother and brother died. Alex and Bea cried next to their mother and brother that night and she grew distance between her sister.
A few years later, Bea and a vampire named Jack Austin, soon having a child with him. Alex noticed something off with Jack and tried to tell Bea but Bea wouldn't listen. Alex gave up and looked after Hailey whenever her sister or brother-in-law were busy and grew attached to her. She soon met Jacob again when she told him off for going onto vampire territory. Bea and Alex continued going to school, hence Carlisle helping them with school fees cause he's ✨rich✨. After getting into an argument with Bea one time, Bea got ran over by a car and passed away and Jack left, leaving Alex with Hailey. She soon started hanging out with Jacob, giving up with everything and they both slowly started to develop feelings for each other. By the time they were 17, they started to secretly date, the pack and Cullens soon finding out and who knows what happens next :)
Character variations:
Gamora (ROTG)
Kiara (TLK)
Kat Stradford (10 Things I Hate About You)
Megara (Hercules)
Sidney Prescott (Scream)
Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream)
Bella (Survivors)
Missy (Young Sheldon)
Bluestar (Warriors)
Loona (Hellvua Boss)
Octavia (Hellvua Boss)
Megara (Hercules)
MJ (Spiderman)
Nimona (Nimona)
Hanna (Pretty Little Liars)
Memorable Quotes:
"What is this, asshole day?!"
-Alex to a few classmates when they didn't leave her alone
"I guess in this society, being a male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time"
-Alex to a few classmates when they were being jerks
"Who's ready to get FUCKED?!"
-Alex to a few friends when they're drunk
"Hey...you have a bit of oceanic blue glimmer in your eyes"
-Alex to Jacob when they're hanging out at night
"Holy shit, Carslie!"
-Alex to Carslie when he showed her, her new house
"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car; I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right; I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
-Alex in English and Literacy class, reading a poem out loud about Jacob lol
Theme song:
All Is Found
Annika and Alex:
Bea and Alex:
Jaybird and Alex:
(Art not mine)
(If ya see any references, ykwyk)
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OC #2
"Hey, leave him alone!"
Name: Annika Daisy Austin
Name Meaning:
First Name: Annika- grace
Middle Name: Daisy- a small plant
Last Name: Austin- capital of Texas
Title: The Hellhound's Cousin
Nicknames:
-TBA-
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Age:
Physical Age:
Ages throughout the saga:
Alexis's Tale: 1-8
Twilight: 10
Twilight New moon: 12
Twilight Eclipse: 14
Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 1: 16
Twilight Breaking Dawn pt 2: 18
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her/they
Sexuality: Pansexual
Zodiac Sign: Taurus
Species: vampire
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Date Of Birth: May 8th 2005
Place Of Birth: Forks, Washington
Date Of Death: N/A
Place of Death: N/A
Cause of Death: N/A
Abilities:
Basic vampire abilities
Improved speed
Exceptional self-control
Special Ability:
Ice powers (elsa)
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Nationality:
American
Languages:
English
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Schooling: Forks Highschool
Previous Occupation: Forks Primary
Current occupation: N/A
Previous Resident: Forks, Washington
Current Resident: Forks Washington
First Appearance: Alexis's Tale
Last Appearance: The twilight saga: part 2
Status: alive
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"The Volturi? Really? We gotta be afraid of a guy who looks like a rat?"
Played by: Sadie Sink
Voice: Sadie Sink
Eye color: ocean blue
Hair color: red
Hair texture: wavy/curly
Hair length: long
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Appearances:
Alexis's Tale
Twilight
The Twilight Saga: New Moon
The Twilight Saga: Eclipse
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part one
The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn part two
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Mental Health:
N/A
Fears:
-tba-
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Positive Traits:
Confident
Kind
Caring
Loyal
Courageous
Brave
Sassy
Bold
Adventurous
Independent
Protective
Negative Traits:
Sarcastic
Rebellious
Secretive
Childish (rare trait)
Lazy(rare trait)
Skills:
Skateboarding
Baking
Painting
Drawing
Hobbies:
Singing
Writing
Reading
Skateboarding
Likes:
Animals
Her guitar
Her computer
Wolves
Nature
Music
Horses
Reading
Dislikes:
Snobs
The volturi
Socializing
School
Homework
The heat
homophobics
Salmon
Needles
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Drinking: n/a
Smoking: n/a
Addictions: n/a
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Pet:
Batty- Australian Cattle Dog- female
Simba- Golden Retriever- male
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Best Friends:
Bella Swan
Alice Cullen
Jasper Hale
Close Friends:
Rosalie Hale
Carlisle Cullen
Emmet Cullen
Esme Cullen
Edward Cullen
Friends:
Eric Yorkie
Mike Newton
Angela Webber
Jessica Stanley
Jacob Black
Seth Clearwater
Leah Clearwater
Frenemies:
The werewolf pack
Enemies:
The volturi
James
Victoria
Laurent
Family:
Belinda-grandmother (deceased) (played by Idina Menzel)
Jaybird- younger bio brother (deceased) (played by George Henry Davidson)
Bea Austin- bio mother (deceased) (played by Sophia Carson) (age: 17-20 in Alexis's tale)
Jack Austin- bio father (deceased) (played by Joseph Quinn)
Nick- grandfather(unknown) (played by Dwayne Johnson)
Seth Clearwater- Imprint/Mate
"For the last time, I ain't Elsa-"
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"You're not bad yourself"
Love Interests:
Past Love Interests:
none
Current Love Interest:
Seth Clearwater
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Ship Name:
Sethikka
Relationship trope:
Friends to Lovers
Starcrossed lovers
soulmates
Relationship headcannons:
-TBA-
Relationship playlist:
True Colors- Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake
Didn't Know I could Feel This Way- Lady and the Tramp
I Don't Care- Emma Heesters
Relationship variants:
Cloudtail + Brightheart- Warriors
Scamp + Angel- Lady and the Tramp 2
Nala + Simba- The Lion King
Rani + Kion- The Lion Guard
Elle + Tao- Heartstopper
Gwen Stacey + Peter Parker- TASP
Relationship Aesthetic:
-tba-
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Trivia:
-TBA-
Backstory:
Annika Daisy Austin was born on the 8th of May 2005 to Bea and Jack Austin. She loved her parents and aunt dearly and they loved her back. Whenever her parents weren't around, she hanged out with her aunt, Alex. But everything took a turn for the worse when her parents died. Alex was forced to look after Annika. But everything sorta worked out for the both of them.
A few years later, she meets Seth when they are training to fight Victoria's vampire crew in Eclipse. They became friends and as time passed, she developed a small crush on him. She teased him playfully sometimes but other times, she was good friends with him. They met again when Edward and Bella got married and hung out secretly when no one was looking. They soon became a couple while Edward and Bella were on their honeymoon. And time will tell what happens next :D
Character variations:
Brightheart (Warriors)
Gwen Stacey (TASP)
Angel (Lady and the Tramp 2)
Hailey (TMF)
Milly (TMF)
Claire (Tales of Arcadia series)
Memorable Quotes:
-Tba-
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Day 3: Muzzled (Twilight/Wolfie & Four)
Ao3 link
Cw for blood, injury, and harm to an animal (that animal being Wolfie)
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Someone is following them.
Twilight picked up on their scent not long after he and Four left Castle Town. That was thirty minutes ago, and their pursuers have only grown closer since then.
Once more, he takes an abrupt turn off the path, ducking into the woods at a light jog. Four leans forward on his back, no doubt peering into the dimly lit greenery.
“Did we lose them?” The smithy whispers, and Twilight gives his head a slight shake.
Their smell is still as potent as it ever was—whiskey, gunpowder, and cheap soap. The conglomeration makes him vaguely nauseous.
He follows the zigzag of trees for a bit, then turns again, heading deeper. This may not be his Hyrule—he isn’t sure whose Hyrule it is quite yet—but a forest is a forest, and he knows how to navigate.
“Strange,” Four murmurs, “this Hyrule seems so peaceful. But I guess there are villains even during the best of times. I wonder what they’re after.”
Inwardly, Twilight sighs. It’s a mystery to him too and not a pleasant one at that. Still, he wishes he could figure it out. Knowing what they want might make it easier to escape them. Especially since his best efforts to throw them haven’t worked.
Given the proximity of their scent and the faint footsteps reaching his ears, they’re very close by.
He has just backtracked in another attempt to lose them when an arrow wizzes out from between the trees. He leaps aside at the same time as Four ducks, both of them narrowly avoiding an unpleasant collision.
He feels Four breathe a small sigh of relief…only to tense up again when five figures detach themselves from the shadows and start toward them. Twilight whirls around, poised to sprint, only to be cut off by another six figures. Four slides off his back and unsheathes his sword, as Twilight crouches, lips curled in a warning snarl.
“Oh, look what we’ve got here,” sneers one woman, her features hidden beneath the hood of a large cloak. She elbows the man beside her. “You didn’t say the wolf boy had a friend.”
The man chuckles, darkly. “Maybe he’s got special powers too. But even just the wolf’ll catch a hefty price on the market. No one’s seen magic like that for years.”
Twilight takes an involuntary step backward. They must have seen him transform. He’s usually so careful though. Even this time he waited until he was well out of town and the eyesight of any passerby to use the crystal. So how…?
“We don’t want to fight you,” Four says, calmly. “But we will if we have to. Go back now before it comes to that.”
“We won’t be doin’ that lad,” comes a voice from behind them. “We’ve come too far to stop.”
Twilight feels the wind shift, the air tense, and he turns just in time to see a person lunging for him. He dodges and lashes out with his claws to keep them back. But more are already closing in.
He swerves around them, biting viciously at their heels. They swipe at him with their swords and shoot at him with their bows, but he retaliates with his claws and teeth, the taste of blood pungent on his tongue.
The sound of metal clashing with metal reaches his ears from nearby, and he glances in Four’s direction. The smithy is in the middle of battling three thugs at once. He ducks deftly between their blades, keeping his assailants at bay with relative ease. Still, there are two more approaching him from the back and Twilight can tell he’s too distracted to notice them.
He charges forward, knocking the burly man blocking his way onto his back. But in his haste, he misses the woman to his left. She notches an arrow in her bowstring, aims, and lets it fly.
Twilight’s ears perk up as the sound of whistling wind reaches him over that of noisy combat. But it’s already too late to dodge. Pain rockets through him, radiating from his side to the rest of his body. With a yelp, Twilight stumbles, and Four turns for a split second to look at him. Worry enters his eyes, quickly replaced by steely determination.
“Hold on, Rancher!” He calls, but his words are curiously muffled.
Twilight tries to take another step, desperate to get to the smithy before the rest of their attackers can. His body has other plans, though, and his legs give way beneath him. He hits the ground with a low whine.
His surroundings have begun to grow cloudy, and when hands settle on his face, he lacks the strength to pull away. It’s only when a familiar cry splits through the haze that consciousness comes roaring back.
He jerks, fighting to see past the thick bodies surrounding him. Glimpses of red and green catch his eyes, then a small body is dragged into view, slightly blurry but looking none the better for it.
A low growl rumbles deep in his throat and Twilight lunges forward. He bites and kicks and claws, every agonizing movement as feral and urgent as that of the beast whose form he wears. Usually, he tries to show some semblance of restraint, if only to remind himself that he is still human. But not now, not today.
He can see Four more clearly now, dangling by one arm from his captor’s meaty fist. Blood trickles down from a gash crossing his shoulder and chest. His tunic is already red with it, and his face is deathly pale. Fear reaches a fever pitch within Twilight.
They’re running out of time.
“Restrain him!” Someone yells.
Twilight bites down on a nearby finger, so hard he’s surprised it doesn’t come clean off. There’s a bloodcurdling scream and he kicks outward, desperate to use this moment of distraction to escape. Though his feet connect with what feels like a face, it does little good. Strong arms wrap around his body from behind, fingernails dig through his fur to his flesh, and something cold and tight and metallic closes around his face.
Sheer terror takes hold, and Twilight claws at the muzzle, at the hands restraining him, at anything he can reach. But his efforts are fruitless. The more he fights, the tighter the muzzle grows until it’s cutting into him. Blood runs down his snout and his side in rivulets, and he wavers, feeling weak and dizzy.
He still wants to break free, still needs to, but when they tear the arrow from his side, he collapses once more, trembling and gasping for breath. Everything hurts.
“Come on now, be a good dog,” a nearby voice croons. A chain winds itself around his neck, so tightly that it chokes him. “Behave yourself and maybe we’ll let your little friend live.”
“Or not!” Someone adds and a chorus of laughter explodes from all around him.
Twilight looks up at the smithy and for a brief moment, their eyes meet. There’s something in Four’s gaze, some message Twilight can’t interpret. Because the darkness is closing in now, blotting out everything.
Someone tugs harshly at the chain, and he stumbles up for a brief moment, propelled by the fear that he’ll be strangled otherwise. His legs give way again not seconds later. He’s unconscious before he even hits the ground.
#febuwhump2023#febuwhumpday3#tw animal harm#blood and injury#trin writes#lu twilight#lu four#linkeduniverse
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LITG S2 | EP 14 | Unseen Bits - Week 2
Some of the dialog is from RLT Love Island UK show and S3 (re-write)
Already missing S2 so thought I'd post this today.
Voice-Over by Iain Stirling: Prepare to ditch feelings for foolishness... and swap tension... for tomfoolery. So embrace your inner child...
CLIP: “Have you seen the size of that?” Bobby claims, ”Oh, my God, that's a bird.”
“It's a fucking dinosaur.” Gary says and proceeds to take a selfie with cricket.
Iain Stirling: … and enjoy an hour of unfiltered funnies. This is Love Island: Unseen Bits.
CLIP: Marisol and Priya scream and jump up off the swing seat as a big bug flies between them. (BOTH: GIGGLE and HUG EACH OTHER) Marisol states, "I’m going to pee myself."
CLIP: Henrik says, “I reckon I'm the only boy in Love Island history to only sleep with boys.”
🎵 LOVE ISLAND THEME PLAYS 🎵
Iain Stirling: Welcome to Unseen Bits, ladies. I think you'll like it here. It's been two weeks, but the Islanders only just seem to have noticed the moon. I've no idea how - we show a cutaway of it pretty much every episode.
CLIP: Grace, Hope, and Lottie are sitting on day beds, enjoying some tea while observing the moon. Grace comments on its appearance, “Look how beautiful the moon is.”
Hope cocked her head to the side and asked, “That's... Is that a full moon?”
Lottie replied, “Almost. Not quite. It's just cut off.”
Hope inquires about where it is cut off! Grace points and describes, “Like, the top left corner isn't quite circular.” She next mentions that it's almost a full moon, “Close to it, though.”
"Full moons sometimes give people headaches, too. They make them go a bit cray." The makeup artist added, “Fucks with you.”
Hope expresses surprise and asks if it's similar to how werewolves are affected. “Do you have to watch out for wolves here?”
Grace asked, “Wolves? We are in Spain.”
The Londoner inquired, “Do you believe in them?”
Lottie added, “Wolves are not a fake thing. What are you talking about?”
Hope shook her head and clarified, “No. I'm talking about the wolves, the humans that turn into wolves.”
“What, like a werewolf?” asked Grace.
“Are werewolves...? Do you believe in werewolves?” asked Hope.
“Mmm... I don't think so.” Grace reveals her scepticism about the existence of werewolves and teasingly asks, “They're not real, are they? Are they real? They're not real. I've never met one or know someone that's met one.”
Lottie replied, “No. I just know them from Twilight.”
Grace shifts the conversation by asking about mythical creatures: “What's the mythical creature you find the most fascinating?”
Hope immediately responds with "mermaids," and Grace gasps in surprise. Grace whispers, “Fuck off! I was about to say mermaids.”
“Yeah, I do!” Hope confirms her love for mermaids.
Grace explains, "That's why I asked the question. My favourite princess was Ariel, the Little Mermaid," and both she and Hope expressed their love for the character. Lottie smiles and says, “I love Aquamarine.”
The girls continue to discuss their mythical creatures, as Hope asks, “Do you think they might be real?”
Lottie expresses her belief that mythical creatures could exist, “Yeah, I don't see why not. But not what we think.” She implies a different origin for mermaids by suggesting, “Maybe, like, a fish and a lady had sex one day.”
“I think mermaids… I feel like they're, like, just a massive, like, thing in the sea.” Hope expands on her thoughts, envisioning mermaids as, “Cos I don't think… that look like really scary, massive fish, not exactly as people traditionally imagine them.”
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Iain Stirling: Boys are by the pool. Girls are out of earshot. Turn the volume down, guys, I bet we're in for some absolutely filthy lad banter.
Gary, Ibrahim, Henrik and Bobby sitting on the pool edge with legs in water.
Bobby: What's your favourite animation film?
Henrik: Animation?
Bobby: Animation film, yeah.
Gary: Shrek was... Shrek's good.
Henrik: Shrek was big.
Bobby: Ah, Shrek was a bad boy film.
Ibrahim: Space Jam.
Henrik: Space Jam? I don't think I've even watched it.
Ibrahim: What?!
Henrik: I don't think I ever… I've seen bits, but I haven't watched it.
Bobby: You ain't seen Space Jam either?
Ibrahim: You guys!
Gary: Mates, that's disappointing, that is.
Henrik: Mine's got to be Madagascar, I love Madagascar.
Gary: Madagascar's mint.
Bobby and Gary chant: I like to move it, move it I like to move it, move it!
ALL: LAUGHTER
Henrik and Ibrahim join in chant: I like to... move it!
Bobby: He's too funny, him.
ALL: LAUGHTER
Gary: Oh, mate, we're forgetting Toy Story.
Henrik: Toy Story's massive. Massive.
Gary: I can't lie, I wanted to cry, you know, at the end, you know?
Ibrahim: What, the third one?
Gary: Yeah, man, that's big. He... Bro, he left them.
Henrik: Yeah.
Ibrahim: I love Shark Tale as well.
Henrik: Yeah, oh, that's it!
Gary & Bobby: Oscar the Sharkslayer!
Ibrahim: Yeah, yeah, loved that shit.
Bobby: And then Angelina Jolie coming in.
Bobby sings out: Oooh. Ooh-ooh ooh-ohh. (He wiggles his body.)
ALL: LAUGHTER
Bobby: Unreal.
Ibrahim: What a banger that was.
Bobby: That fish, that fish was peng as well.
THEY LAUGH
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(The following S3 Sex Tape' chat is re-written for S2 Islanders)
Iain Stirling: It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, and you’re feeling good! But one Islander needs to let off a little steam.
CLIP: All the Islanders are lounging by the pool. Bobby winced, “Rocco, I want to agree with you, but it just sounds disgusting.”
Lucas grimaced. “It’s a risotto! Who puts cucumber in it?”
Iain Stirling: Well, I’m glad someone cleared that up for me…
Priya said, “I don’t know; they kinda do look exactly the same.”
“Exactly! Only a courgette is fancier. A cucumber works just as well,” Rocco retorted.
The smile spread across Gary's face. “Name of Rocco’s sex tape.” The girls giggle, and Rocco just rolls his eyes.
Lottie spoke next and asked, “If you were going to make a tape, what would you actually call it?”
Gary chimed in, “Easy. True grit.”
The Islanders groan, and Lottie pulls a face of disgust. “How is that sexy?”
Gary rebutted, “It’s not. I just think it’s a great movie... Wait, you meant sex tape?”
“Mine would be something sensual.” Lottie thinks for a moment, then says, “What Women Want.”
Hope jokes, "Mine would be, 'Inspect Her Gadget.'"
Noah smiles and squeezes her hand. “You don’t have to ask me twice…”
“Hope, you’re so dirty!” Marisol then turned to Grace. “What about you, Grace? What would you name your naughty video?” The Islanders turn to you.
“Hmm... my sex tape would be called…” Grace smiled flirtatiously at them and said, “Sin-derella.”
Gary flashed her a grin. “If the shoe fits…” She replied, “Ha, ha. Very funny.”
Gary responded, “Glad-ia-tor would be one.” Grace blushed, and Bobby jokingly stated, “That’s a bit of a mouthful, isn’t it?”
Lottie rolled her eyes playfully. “Bobby!”
Gary teased, “Name of Bobby's sex tape!”
Gary and Bobby give each other a high five. The Islanders laugh playfully. Marisol indicated hers to be "Missionary Impossible."
Lucas asked, “Did you just come up with that?”
Marisol smirked. “What can I say, I’m a natural.”
Henrik stated, “Fast and Furious would be a good one too. You wouldn’t even need to change the name.”
The Islanders all laugh. Lucas chimed in, “You know what’s a good film? Any film with Ryan Gosling.”
Priya gave a small nod. “He is so fit.”
Noah remarked, “Yeah, Drive was awesome.” And Ibrahim claimed, “I was in a lift with Jason Mamoa.”
Priya’s breath catches in her throat. “Shut up! No way!”
Ibrahim nodded his head. “Yes, way. He’s impressive…”
Priya argued that this was an excessively modest remark, “That’s an understatement. Ugh, I’d let him blast me with his trident any day.”
Grace gasped. “Oh, my gosh, Priya.” The others laugh. Bobby stands up and takes a running jump towards the pool. “Move out of the way. Here comes the cannon ball.”
"My hair!" Lottie shrieks. "My hair!"
Gary lets out a loud whoop and jumps into the pool, splashing a few of the others. Marisol gets wet. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Gary and Bobby both have massive grins on their faces. The other boys soon jump in the pool, and they all splash around. Gary calls out, “Grace! Jump in!”
Lucas claimed, “Yeah! It’s lovely. Good call, Bobby.”
Grace strides towards the pool. She tucks her limbs and hits the water with an enormous splash.
Gary and Bobby cheer loudly. Priya states, “Right. I might as well get in now. I’m already wet. Wait! That could be the name of my sex tape!”
In response, Ibrahim said, “Yes, Priya! You nailed it.”
Lottie added, “And that could be the name of yours, Rahim!” Laughter fills the air.
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Iain Stirling: Time for another exclusive, in the dressing room. Bobby is trying to get inside Priya's blouse, literally.
CLIP: Ibrahim and Bobby are standing by the doorway as Priya pulls out a pink kimono. Marisol is styling her hair at the vanity. Priya turns to the boys, and says, “So this is like a kimono.”
Marisol looked over and said, “Aw…” Priya tries it on. “Oh, that is a cute one.”
Ibrahim agreed, saying, “It’s nice.”
Priya asked, “Do you like it?”
“100%” He responded, and she handed it to Ibrahim, asking, “Do you want to take it downstairs for me?”
Bobby grabs it. “I'm wearing it.”
Priya giggles. “Are you actually?” Bobby starts to put it on.
Marisol said in surprise, “Oh, my god.” Ibrahim cheered, “Yes!!!! It looks like…”
Bobby looks at himself in the mirror as he models the kimono. “I feel like a gangster. I feel like a rapper.”
ALL: LAUGHTER
Iain Stirling: And just like that Bobby became a style icon.
CLIP: Lucas and Henrik are chatting around the fire pit. Bobby struts down the steps and sashays to the firepit. He calls out to Lucas, “You got fashion, Lucas. What are you saying to this?”
Lucas gasped, then smirked. “Alright. Give us a fuckin’ walk and a twirl.” Bobby gives it a twirl.
(Song plays in the background) Vogue by Madonna
#Let your body move to the music
(move to the music)
“Ah…” Lucas trailed off, laughing.
#Let your body go with the flow
(go with the flow)
#You know you can do it
Lucas' eyebrows lifted as he said in amusement, “It's pretty sick though, I won't lie.” Bobby says with a chuckle, “It’s not mine.”
Lucas stretched back on the bench, getting more comfortable. “I know. I know.” Henrik said cheerfully, “You can fuckin’ rock that.”
Bobby replied with a cheeky smile, “I know, I can.” Henrik repeated the Scotsman’s words with an amused look: “I know, I can!”
He struts around and swishes out the bottom of the kimono. “Look at the swish of the blaw!”
(Song plays in the background) Vogue by Madonna
#Ooh, you've got to
Let your body move to the music
“That is how you make your exit.” He does another twirl and struts away. (ALL: LAUGHTER). “Oh, that’s heights, the swish.” Bobby pumps his arms and trusts his midsection a couple of times. (ALL: LAUGHTER). “Blaw!” He says with a laugh. (Song fades out in the background.)
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Iain Stirling: After the recouple on Day 9 the Islanders are settling down for bed.
TEXT ALERT
Gary calls out, “I've got a text!” He read out. "Islanders, the Hideaway is open tonight."
Bobby: Whoo!
Priya: Woo hoo!
Iain Stirling: This week saw the return of the Hideaway, the villa's iconic love palace with a carpet like Gary's local.
ALL CHANT: Noah and Hope! Noah and Hope!
Iain Stirling: Not really. It's proper swanky, and ‘Nope’ bagged themselves the first visit of the season.
Hope and Noah relax on the bed and have a little toast to celebrate a night alone.
Hope: Cheers to that.
Noah: Cheers.
They clink their glasses and take a sip.
Iain Stirling: Hope and Noah enjoyed a slow-motion kiss. Well, what you didn't see was Hope hatching a plan to secure that snog.
Hope in the Beach Hut: “It's like when you're back at school, getting a cheeky kiss chase. I'm gonna get cheesy... cheeky kiss chase. Hang on. That's a bit of a tongue tie, innit? I am gonna get a cheeky kiss… chase. I'm gonna get a cheeky kiss case.” (She laughs.) “I am gonna get a cheeky kiss case. Fuck off, I ain't doing it. I can't do it. I'm done with this shit. I'm gonna snog Noah, all right?! I'm gonna go snog Noah tonight, and it's gonna be a kiss chase. Ending with a snog. We got there in the end! Fucking hell!”
Iain Stirling: Here's an unseen bit of Hope getting handsy in the hideaway.
Hope slowly drizzles oil on Noah’s skin. While straddling his back, as he lays face down on the bed, she slowly moves the oil over his skin.
He lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Mmmmmm…” Hope massages his back and slowly moves her hands up to his shoulders. “I feel like we should definitely go to a spa day, though.”
Pulling back, she raised a brow. “Why? Is this massage not good enough for you?”
“Nah, this is good, but… you know what I mean.” Noah turns his head slightly, and his eyes are closed, and he’s smiling.
“Hmm?”
Noah replied softly, “A weekend away. Have you been to the Lake District?”
Hope claimed, “No, I really wanna go.”
Hope’s voice drops into a silky, smooth tone. “I really wanna go to Bali, as well.”
“Same. Oh!” You hear Noah let out a quiet moan as she begins to rub her hands at the base of his neck. He says with a sigh, “I really wanna go to Scotland, as well.”
She continues kneading his muscles. “Why Scotland?”
“I don't know, it's got amazing, like… Like, the Highlands, is that the right place? I'd love to see Dartmoor.”
“I think so. Where the rocks are? Bobby says Dartmoor's stunning.”
Noah agreed. “Yeah, I need to see this place.” He lets out a sigh of pleasure. “Mmm… You have incredible hands. You're too good at this, you know. "
Hope asked, “I am?”
Noah smirked. “Yeah, I feel like I'm about to fart on your nunny.”
She stops messaging him and just looks at him.
Iain Stirling: So much for a happy ending. After a hard week of cracking on, grafting and chatting about their types on paper, our Islanders like nothing more than to kick back, relax and discuss their favourite subject.
CLIP: Ibrahim, Lucas, Marisol, Hope, and Henrik are relaxing on outdoor seating and discussing their wildest first date experiences.
Henrik asks, “What's like, the wildest first date you guys have ever been on?”
Marisol is the first to share a date story. “I've not done anything too wild on a first date, I'll be honest. I've had, like, the most embarrassing one. It was a Tinder date, and I'm cringing just thinking about it. We went to the cinema and watched a horror movie, and this guy just sweated the whole time, profusely sweated.”
Lucas asks, was he scared, or what? And Marisol didn’t know.
Ibrahim mentioned, “Or cos he was hot?”
She replied, “It could have been a mixture of both, but either way, it was just unnecessary, and I was, like, I wanna go home. Anyway, he drove me home, and rather than turning off the car when you're chatting, he left his headlights or whatever on and talked to me. His car fully broke down.”
Marisol nodded to his question, “The battery died?”
Hope gasped. “Oh, my God!”
“I just left him there. I just went home and left him sitting outside my house.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.)
Henrik chuckled. “That is pain. Oh, my God! That is actually pain.”
Marisol nodded. “He literally wound down his window, "Oh, my battery's died." She laughs. “I was, like, OK, bye."
The boys laugh. Hope giggled. “OK, bye?”
Marisol shrugged with a smile. “Yeah, I just left it. It was… Dying. What about you guys? Have you had any embarrassing ones?”
Ibrahim starts, “Not really wild and I didn't get caught, but there was the day I found out I was lactose intolerant. We were eating on a rooftop, and I was eating creamy, creamy spaghetti, and it literally... my stomach and all that started doing, started making music and all this stuff.” (THEY ALL LAUGH.) Ibrahim added, “Then the only toilet was beside us, so I had to, like, hold my arse and run all the way to the street to a McDonald's and I just shat. I even vomited as well, man. And then I had to come back and just pretend nothing happened. Literally, like.” (THEY ALL LAUGH.)
Lucas asked, “Did she not gather anything had happened?”
“No, I said I was talking to the bartender downstairs, just trying to see what drinks they have.”
Grace walks over and joins the group. Hope asked, “Why did you go to Maccies? What the fuck!”
Marisol asked, “What about you, Grace? We're talking about the most embarrassing or worst dates you've been on?”
Grace explains: “OK, so it's not even on a date. So, basically, the guy I was talking to, it was after, like, the club. He dropped me home, and I was a little bit tipsy, but I needed to pee. And with me, when I need to go, I need to go. So we're driving, I'm like, stop the car now, I need to wee! He's like, can you not wait? We're nearly home; like, just wait. I was like, I can't! So, I've thought he's slowed down, obviously not as much as I thought. I've opened the door, and I've 007'd out the car and ran to go do a wee, and obviously just adrenaline rush, not thinking about it. I've come back to the car. This is how this looked. Grazed knees, like, slit through my pants, blood everywhere, and a broken nail. Jeez! Literally, it was so embarrassing.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.)
Iain Stirling: Sounds nasty, Grace, but when you've gotta go, you've gotta go. This week we saw the islanders having a great time at a MoS party. And the return of a famous season one Islander.
CLIP: The lights facing the DJ stand flash on. Standing there is a short, well built figure. The Islanders let out a massive cheer. DJ shouts out, “Waaasssuup, Islanders.”
Priya gasped. “Is that…?”
Bobby cried out, excitedly, “It can’t be!”
Grace stated, “It is! It is!” Ex Islander Tim from Season one is their DJ for the night.
“It’s DJ Big T!” Bobby exclaimedloudly, pumping his arms in the air.
“For the Villa crew, I got you!” Tim bellowed out. Good vibes start to flow back into the Villa as a quick dance Montage is shown. The music cuts off and two new Islanders enter.
“OMG! Hi, everyone. I’m Chelsea.”
“Hi, ladies. I'm Jakub."
Iain Stirling: And what kind of new islanders would they be if they didn’t immediately drop a truth bomb on that kiss?
"I have so many opinions," Chelsea tutted. “But I think the big thing was that kiss." All eyes are on Chelsea. She’s clearly excited to drop the news.
Clip changes to Bobby, Lucas and Gary near the pool looking at the new boy, Jakub.
Bobby said, “I wanna know… where the fuck are they finding these humans from?”
Lucas agreed, “I'm 6 foot. I'm feeling short!”
Bobby continued to question, “What's going on here? And then... He's massive…”
Gary asked, “How tall is he?”
Lucas replied, “He's, like, 6'5"
Gary makes a face.
Bobby huffed, “Yeah. Yeah.”
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Iain Stirling: Right, here's some unaired chat from the Team GB Olympic 4x1 sunbathing team.
CLIP: On loungers L-R Ibrahim, Chelsea, Grace, Priya
Grace: Honestly, I've learned so much about myself in here, and I think I've handled situations so good that I didn't realise I could even handle it like that.
“There's a fly around me.” Ibrahim jumps up and tries to swat it away. “Oh, get away! Fuck off!” He swats at the fly. (THEY LAUGH.) He swats at the fly again. “He won't fucking leave me alone.”
Priya giggled. “Yeah, he likes you, doesn't he?”
Grace stated, “It's gone.”
Ibrahim claimed, “Least someone's attracted to me in here.” (ALL: LAUGHTER.) “What a pointless insect.”
Priya jokingly repeats her partner's words. “Pointless insect.” (She snickers.)
Ibrahim continued ranting, “Does nothing for the world.”
Chelsea looked puzzled. “The fly?”
“Just does nothing, like. Doesn't contribute to anything.”
Chelsea said out loud her thoughts, “What does a fly actually do?”
Ibrahim answered, “Fucking piss people off.”
Chelsea perked up, saying, “They pollinate, which we need for air.”
Priya smiled. “It’s bees that pollinate.”
Chelsea looked thoughtful. “Erm… yeah.
Priya added, “I thought flies eat crap. Like, the crap that's left, like shit and stuff.”
Chelsea stated, “So they're basically rubbish bins?”
Ibrahim rolled his eyes playfully. “So I'm a piece of crap, am I? I'm a piece of shit?” (THEY LAUGH.)
“Well, I didn't say that, Rahim. You said that.” Priya laughed.
Grace said, “Bees pollinate. But flies do, too. Somewhere I read that flies play a crucial role as pollinators for mango farmers. Many of these flies, much like bees, have hairy bodies that collect pollen while they feed. Flying from blossom to flower, larger flies might collect hundreds, even thousands, of pollen grains."
Chelsea stated, “So they're not rubbish bins only!"
Iain Stirling: Rubbish bins? How dare you! Flies provide an invaluable national service every single week. Unseen Bits couldn't exist without them. ✤✤✤
(S2 Islanders random chats, very, very random)
Iain Stirling: Now, when it comes to the expression ‘it does what it says on the tin’, peanut butter lives up to the challenge. But, for Chelsea it's just not cutting it.
CLIP: Gary is lounging in a relaxed position on the foot of a daybed as Grace and Priya are sitting with their backs to the headboard. Chelsea comes over and takes a seat next to them.
Grace: If peanut butter wasn't called peanut butter...
Gary: Yeah?
Grace: … what would you call it?
Chelsea: Right, so, what is it? It's like blended peanuts, isn't it? So I'd call it ‘nutty smooth’.
(ALL: LAUGHTER)
Priya: That's quite good, actually.
Grace: Nutty smooth!
Gary: While you're there, babe, buy some nutty smooth!
(ALL: LAUGHTER)
Gary: Same as Marmite. Why do you call Marmite, Marmite?
Grace: Exactly. So, what else would we be calling Marmite?
Chelsea: I bet it's called Marmite cos it's from… It's like, origina… Orig... What's it called?
Grace: Originated.
Chelsea: It's originated from, like, there's a place called Marmite.
(ALL: LAUGHTER)
Priya: Is there a place called Marmite?!
Chelsea: I bet there's a place called Marmite somewhere.
(ALL: LAUGHTER)
Gary: Yeah, actually, there is a place… There's a place called Sandwich.
Chelsea: Is there?
Grace: No!
Gary: Yeah.
Priya: Don't you think it's weird, why things are called what they're called? Like, why's the wall called "wall"?
Chelsea: Yeah.
Gary: Yeah, I think that all the time.
Chelsea: Blanket!
Priya: Where's that come from?
Chelsea: Blanket! What the hell's that all about?
Grace: It's just originated from, like, the old languages. Do y’know what I mean?
Chelsea: Roman times.
Grace: English comes from Latin. It has evolved from as early as the 7th century.
Chelsea: Yeah, Latin times.
Grace: Latin words that have progressed through time.
Gary: I didn't know she was this intelligent. (Gary winks at Grace. She giggles)
Chelsea: No, I knew that, I knew that! Who's made up the Latin name? Who's made the Latin thing?
Priya: Eve and...?
Chelsea: Not Arthur, is it?
Priya: John. (They roll about laughing.)
Chelsea: Eve and John!
Gary: Yeah, John…
Chelsea: No, wait, what is it actually? Arthur and Eve?
Gary: Adam and Eve!
Chelsea: Arthur and Eve!
(Priya is laughing.)
Gary: Fucking John. (They roll about laughing.)
Iain Stirling: Imagine not knowing the Bible story of Arthur and Eve and the garden of Marmite. Meanwhile, you lot can chow down on exclusive nuggets like this. That's right, you guessed it. .. Mmmm
'BEACH HUT BONANZA!'
This week, we asked our Islanders for their best chat-up lines.
CLIPS: From the Beach Hut…
LAUGHTER: Hope and Grace.
Lucas: The best chat-up line...
Priya: Chat-up line...
Marisol: I don't know a chat-up line. Erm...
Hope: I've never used a chat-up line, ever, in my life.
Noah: I don't use them. I never use chat-up lines, I can't do that.
Grace: Are you from Ireland? Because every time I look at you, my penis be "Dublin". (She laughs.)
Hope: Oh, dear.
Priya: Do you know what, I let them come to me all the time. All boys come to me.
Ibrahim: Er… Yo, beautiful, erm… What's your name? Er... Let me start again, let me start again.
Marisol: People just send me the googly eyes emoji on Instagram.
Lottie: I don't do the chasing. I've never slid into an Insta DM, ever.
Rocco: Hey, sweet ting.
Marisol: People that use chat-up lines have no sauce whatsoever, so they don't care about embarrassing themselves even more, cos they're just a living embarrassment anyway.
Bobby: You've got a nice pair of legs, what time do they open? (BOBBY LAUGHS.)
Rocco: Classics.
Gary: How much does a polar bear weigh?
Lottie: Oh, what is it?
Gary: Enough to break the ice. My name's Gary. Can I have your number or buy you a drink?
Bobby: Oh, fuck, I had one about a phone number. I know one about a phone number I've used before.
Noah: I've got nowt.
Ibrahim: Oh, what is it?
Grace: Have you got any bruises? Cos it must have hurt when you fell from heaven. Oi-oi.
Ibrahim: Can I... Is it can I… Can I get your phone number, cos I've forgot mine? Something like that.
Gary: You have to be witty, you have to be quick.
Ibrahim: Can I use your phone number, cos I forgot mine? Can I use your… What is it?
Lucas: I like ones that lead somewhere.
Ibrahim: (Ibrahim is thinking.) Can you phone my phone, because I forgot my number?
Hope: I lost my number, so can I have yours? (She laughs.)
Hope: Oh, my God, that's so dumb!
Gary: Are your feet tired? And then they say, ‘Why?’ (He laughs.)
Gary: Cos you've been running round my mind all day.
Lottie: Is your name Earl Grey? Because you look like a hot tea.
Marisol: If someone said it to us, I'd walk away.
Henrik: Oh, yeah, if I could rearrange the alphabet…
Gary: I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away.
Henrik: …I'd put you and I together. Oh, that's the one! (Henrik laughs and claps.)
Priya: (She pats her bum to the camera.) That's worked in the past, and I'm not even joking.
Marisol: The best chat-up line in the world is… ‘Do you want a drink?’ … Yeah, I do.
🎵 LOVE ISLAND THEME PLAYS 🎵
Iain Stirling: Before we go, here's one last unseen nugget of Bobby giving some classic end-of-the-night nonsense relationship advice.
CLIP: Fire pit after Rocco is eliminated.
Bobby: You never know what this Villa's gonna throw at you.
Marisol: It's a bit of a sticky one still.
Bobby: Sticky ones are sticky ones, but… What are you thinking? Who are you gonna graft next?
Marisol: Iain Stirling. I don't fucking know!
Iain Stirling: I'm flattered, but I'm a taken man. That's it, folks for this week. Thanks for watching! Tune in next week for another edition of… UNSEEN BITS.
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Had more than one Lmk dream, but I think this one is more cohesive. Pardon the fic-esque style.
Macaque flopped onto his back, fluffing up all his fur as MK watched in bafflement over how a greasy, dusty monkey went from drowning in his emo bangs to fluffed up like a newborn kitten. For a moment, he was worried the other monkey would kick him in the face which didn’t last long as Macaque had started purring and lightly kicking the air - literally like a kitten! MK felt like he was in the twilight zone as he heard Macaque meow, before daring to ask. “Why…why are you doing this?” Macaque opened one eye to stare at him (though that was also the only functional eye he had) before shifting his position to lean on his elbow, giving off more of that “nonchalant cool guy” body language he was more familiar with. He smirked lightly. “Because…nobody would ever believe you.” Just then, a voice sounded from the door. “Pfff- I would.” Silence. In unison they both turned to see Monkey King with a smug grin on his face. “Furry.” With those words, MK got to witness Macaque let out a very feline like hiss, as his fur and tail stood up straight and launch himself into the air like a little furry demon straight from those “cat photos caught ten seconds before disaster” Mei sent him.
If you’re wondering OP. Macky here was doing different animal impressions lol. Lad is the whole zoo, what a diverse acting portfolio and range ;D
this is the best dream i have ever read
#macky i thought you had six ears :3 how come you missed monkey king's presence :)#awfully misguided of you#lmk#asks#lmk six eared macaque#dream anon
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Happy ST4 Anniversary, nerds!
One year on since this moment in the first episode changed the trajectory of my life.
Now. Gather round, children. It's story time.
Let's dial the clock back.
- It's December 2007. I'm sitting alone in a dark cinema. The film I'm about to watch is Sweeney Todd. I. Am. Hyped. Suddenly this young lad appears on the screen. I watch the film and fall in love with it. I watch the credits thinking, "who played Anthony? I gotta remember that name. Kid will surely go places!"
- I do remember the name. And saw it crop up several times over the years. Twilight, The Mortal Instruments. But I was never more than just a casual admirer. I was always pleased to see him though.
- Then came the realisation he was a musician too. (Oh hey look, it's also the one year anniversary of Run On/Devil in Me!) I checked out some of his band's music and wasn't too keen (at the time that is. Low-key obsessed now.) It was little too hard-core for me. Although I did think it was pretty cool when I saw that they'd tour and Glasgow would occasionally be on the list. Alas I never went to any of their shows. (THE REGRET IS SO REAL)
Then... he fell off my radar.
- Stranger Things S4. Up until this point, I enjoyed the show. But never called myself a "fan"! So, I never really kept up to date with filming etc. Anyway. I sit down to watch the new series. Literally right after the title sequence, the name flashes up on my screen. I sit bolt upright.
"Oh... you're back."
You know that way when you see someone's name in the opening credits of something and think "I wonder who they're playing. I gotta keep an eye out" but then you're so swept up in the action, you forget? And before you know it, it's over and you sit there thinking "wait... I didn't see them..." Yeah! I should have clicked right then who he was playing... hindsight huh?
- The series progresses and come episode 5, I FINALLY see the face I've been waiting for. And something changes in me. It's hard to explain. I'm immediately intrigued and by episode 7 I'm ALL IN. This character, man!
- I have quite a few friends who love the show. And we're all collectively losing our minds. For several different reasons. I would have these amazing conversations and while the world falls in love with Eddie, I'm inexorably drawn back into the fold by that same blond-haired, blue eyed boy who has been tucked away in my heart, waiting for the moment when I finally realise he's been there all along.
- My focus has been shifted back to him. I revisit all our previous connections with new eyes (AND ears!) All the while, the friendships I have are being fed constantly. Nerdy conversations are my life. I've never smiled and laughed so much. All of this also allowed me to reconnect with people who had drifted away from me. Not intentionally. But life (and a pandemic) gets in the way. This series opened a gateway to allow so much positivity into my life. More than ever before.
- While deep diving into his past, I discover things that open my eyes further. The realisation that he was sober and clean after battling addictions made my heart hurt. But also instantly made me feel a deep pride in how far he'd come. I would watch videos of him interacting with fans and talking so openly and honestly about his struggles. Both with addiction and his mental health. I respected him so goddamn much for his honesty. And made me more honest about my own struggles.
Despite the darkness though, there is his sunny disposition. A laugh and smile that instantly makes me smile too. And there's the pure kindness and truthfulness he radiates. I was pulled in.
- As odd as it sounds, everything combined gave me an entirely different outlook on life. I was happier than I'd been in such a long time. And then came the convention appearances. Oh boy. What a crazy ride that's been!
- After the initial "I can't afford this!" drama, I got my own shot at him. He was everything I expected and so much more. Even though our literal first interaction was him asking "have we met before?" No babe, we haven't but I've known you far longer than I realised. And our tale is a very long and complex one. Maybe one day, I'll be able to sit with you and share it myself.
Thank you. For everything. I'm so incredibly grateful that you came into my life. I owe you so much. My words, gifts and hugs will never be enough.
TL;DR - Happy S4 Day! And if you didn't know already, I fucking love one James Metcalfe Campbell Bower.
#stranger things#stranger things 4#jamie campbell bower#vecna#henry creel#001#personal#i can't write poetry or love songs so this will have to do#my history with jamie is a long and strange tale#and this post is just the basics tbh#he's come back into my life for a reason I'm sure of it - i just need to figure out why
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Part 2: The (Upward) Slide
(Read Part 1 Here)
Fandom: AMC’s The Terror (S1)
Warning(s): All warnings for watching the mini series apply to this.
Notes: Part 2 establishes that something is... off. (It also proves that I can’t remember if Erebus was closer to the hunting blind or not and no I will not check. Just let me have this.)
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Harry found little useful to go on after speaking with Mr. Reid and Mr. Blanky, Ice Masters of Erebus and Terror respectively, except for one particular detail: The men of Terror hadn’t been hearing strange noises in the brief hours of low sun like the men aboard Erebus. Mr. Reid’s report, looked over by Mr. Blanky, confirmed that Mr. Reid had notated anomalies in the auditory behavior of the ice beneath Erebus, and Mr. Blanky had found no such instances under Terror.
Curious, Harry posited in his journal that the disturbances might be related to an animal--perhaps even a whale?--trapped underneath the ice, seeking the respite of air through the hole. He wondered, gruesome though the idea was, if the bodies of Sir John and Lady Silence’s father had attracted some forms of marine life. Regardless, his curiosity was piqued and he was keen to press forward.
Having received permission from Captain Fitzjames to do so, Harry decided to take his investigation a step further--while assisting Leftenant Vesconte and Mr. Collins with their routine scientific measurements out on the ice, he asked them if they might take the trek with him to the ice hole.
“--so that I might take several notes on my observations and have a better report for Mr. Reid,” he’d told them over the gathering, icy wind.
Mr. Collins seemed less than thrilled at the idea, but given that Harry had already cleared it with Fitzjames, Lt. Vesconte obliged.
They too had heard the odd noise now and then, and if it might help settle everyone’s nerves just to take a look around--weather permitting--there seemed to be little harm in indulging what Vesconte decided to call “scientific curiosities.”
For the sake of their toes and noses they returned to Erebus to deposit their equipment and warm themselves, then took Private Pilkington as an escort--Mr. Collins stayed behind to attend to his other duties. That left just Pilkington, Vesconte, and Harry to make the clumsy trek over the ice and snow under a darkening sky, all the way to that dreaded ice hole.
Storm clouds threatened in the far distance at the horizon as the men set out from Erebus, which meant time was of the essence to return before being caught outside in the hostile elements.
‘Won’t you feel silly when this is nothing at all?’ the detached voice warned Harry. ‘Though, that would be much better than if it were something, and you’re putting these men’s lives in peril. What if that Beast returns?’
Clearly, Harry thought, the potential for that occurrence was exactly why Pilkington was there to escort them.
Everything would be alright, he told himself.
It had to be.
Rather than focus on his fears and doubts, Harry did his best to concentrate on staying mobile as the three of them scrambled over the glacial fissures and ridges. While they slipped and slid, Arctic twilight began silently descending over them, low rays of sun glinting off the gouging ridges and pillars ice and snow making the crystals around them shine like brilliant, glittering gems. The dimming light grew softer, shadows grew long, and deep orange, blue, and violet hues poured themselves over the frozen landscape like a luminous shroud.
The world around them had shifted into a sea of heavy blue by the time the three men neared the ice hole. They took a brief pause to catch their breath amidst the last ridge of craggy glacial columns and lit their lanterns.
Gently, the quiet void of late Arctic evening began to settle around them and the lanterns bathed each man with their illuminating, orange glow.
“Looks like we made good time, lads,” Pilkington’s voice cut through the heavy serenity, “but I’m not keen on getting caught in whatever those clouds have in store for us.”
Harry nodded in turn, immediately rummaging for and retrieving a well-worn field notebook and pencil from his coat pocket. “I won’t be long, thank you Private, Leftenant.” And he could not be, lest his fingers, exposed tips peeking out from woolen gloves, became frostbitten in the falling temperature.
“Just do what you need to, Mr. Goodsir,” the Marine conceded, taking his rifle from his back to have it at the ready.
“O-of course. And--the both of you,” Harry looked between the two of them, “please tell me if you see anything... out of the ordinary...”
Another silence fell as Pilkington and Vesconte raised questioning eyebrows at the assistant surgeon.
“What might you qualify as ‘out of the ordinary’, Mr. Goodsir?” Vesconte asked, somewhat bemused. Harry realized it was a fair question and saw Pilkington stifle a dry laugh out of the corner of his eye. (He chose not to dignify it with a response.)
“Ah, well... If you should hear any of the noises like what you’ve heard while on Erebus,” Harry clarified. “Just... eyes and ears open for anything at all, thank you.”
Harry made to push on but Pilkington piped up causing him to briefly pause. “Wait, wouldn’t the hole be closed over by now?” the man wondered.
“I should say it’s very likely,” Harry speculated in turn and Vesconte nodded in agreement.
“Still,” Harry added, “This is such a foreign place to us. Who knows what we’ll find?” He smiled at the other two, who either could not or did not find any good reason to argue with such bushy-tailed optimism.
With that settled, they resumed their twilit journey onward through the glinting, frigid gloom to the hole carved deep in the ice.
Relative silence fell over the men again, only to be abruptly broken by a distant clap of thunder.
All three men flinched in surprise.
#amc terror#amc terror fic#terror fic#private pilkington#william pilkington#harry goodsir#henry goodsir#henry collins#james fitzjames#henry thomas vesconte#oh yes there's going to be a part 3
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V.
THE HEAT-RAY.
After the glimpse I had had of the Martians emerging from the cylinder in which they had come to the earth from their planet, a kind of fascination paralysed my actions. I remained standing knee-deep in the heather, staring at the mound that hid them. I was a battleground of fear and curiosity.
I did not dare to go back towards the pit, but I felt a passionate longing to peer into it. I began walking, therefore, in a big curve, seeking some point of vantage and continually looking at the sand-heaps that hid these new-comers to our earth. Once a leash of thin black whips, like the arms of an octopus, flashed across the sunset and was immediately withdrawn, and afterwards a thin rod rose up, joint by joint, bearing at its apex a circular disk that spun with a wobbling motion. What could be going on there?
Most of the spectators had gathered in one or two groups—one a little crowd towards Woking, the other a knot of people in the direction of Chobham. Evidently they shared my mental conflict. There were few near me. One man I approached—he was, I perceived, a neighbour of mine, though I did not know his name—and accosted. But it was scarcely a time for articulate conversation.
“What ugly brutes!” he said. “Good God! What ugly brutes!” He repeated this over and over again.
“Did you see a man in the pit?” I said; but he made no answer to that. We became silent, and stood watching for a time side by side, deriving, I fancy, a certain comfort in one another’s company. Then I shifted my position to a little knoll that gave me the advantage of a yard or more of elevation and when I looked for him presently he was walking towards Woking.
The sunset faded to twilight before anything further happened. The crowd far away on the left, towards Woking, seemed to grow, and I heard now a faint murmur from it. The little knot of people towards Chobham dispersed. There was scarcely an intimation of movement from the pit.
It was this, as much as anything, that gave people courage, and I suppose the new arrivals from Woking also helped to restore confidence. At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow, intermittent movement upon the sand-pits began, a movement that seemed to gather force as the stillness of the evening about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black figures in twos and threes would advance, stop, watch, and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin irregular crescent that promised to enclose the pit in its attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move towards the pit.
Then I saw some cabmen and others had walked boldly into the sand-pits, and heard the clatter of hoofs and the gride of wheels. I saw a lad trundling off the barrow of apples. And then, within thirty yards of the pit, advancing from the direction of Horsell, I noted a little black knot of men, the foremost of whom was waving a white flag.
This was the Deputation. There had been a hasty consultation, and since the Martians were evidently, in spite of their repulsive forms, intelligent creatures, it had been resolved to show them, by approaching them with signals, that we too were intelligent.
Flutter, flutter, went the flag, first to the right, then to the left. It was too far for me to recognise anyone there, but afterwards I learned that Ogilvy, Stent, and Henderson were with others in this attempt at communication. This little group had in its advance dragged inward, so to speak, the circumference of the now almost complete circle of people, and a number of dim black figures followed it at discreet distances.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a quantity of luminous greenish smoke came out of the pit in three distinct puffs, which drove up, one after the other, straight into the still air.
This smoke (or flame, perhaps, would be the better word for it) was so bright that the deep blue sky overhead and the hazy stretches of brown common towards Chertsey, set with black pine trees, seemed to darken abruptly as these puffs arose, and to remain the darker after their dispersal. At the same time a faint hissing sound became audible.
Beyond the pit stood the little wedge of people with the white flag at its apex, arrested by these phenomena, a little knot of small vertical black shapes upon the black ground. As the green smoke arose, their faces flashed out pallid green, and faded again as it vanished. Then slowly the hissing passed into a humming, into a long, loud, droning noise. Slowly a humped shape rose out of the pit, and the ghost of a beam of light seemed to flicker out from it.
Forthwith flashes of actual flame, a bright glare leaping from one to another, sprang from the scattered group of men. It was as if some invisible jet impinged upon them and flashed into white flame. It was as if each man were suddenly and momentarily turned to fire.
Then, by the light of their own destruction, I saw them staggering and falling, and their supporters turning to run.
I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd. All I felt was that it was something very strange. An almost noiseless and blinding flash of light, and a man fell headlong and lay still; and as the unseen shaft of heat passed over them, pine trees burst into fire, and every dry furze bush became with one dull thud a mass of flames. And far away towards Knaphill I saw the flashes of trees and hedges and wooden buildings suddenly set alight.
It was sweeping round swiftly and steadily, this flaming death, this invisible, inevitable sword of heat. I perceived it coming towards me by the flashing bushes it touched, and was too astounded and stupefied to stir. I heard the crackle of fire in the sand-pits and the sudden squeal of a horse that was as suddenly stilled. Then it was as if an invisible yet intensely heated finger were drawn through the heather between me and the Martians, and all along a curving line beyond the sand-pits the dark ground smoked and crackled. Something fell with a crash far away to the left where the road from Woking station opens out on the common. Forth-with the hissing and humming ceased, and the black, dome-like object sank slowly out of sight into the pit.
All this had happened with such swiftness that I had stood motionless, dumbfounded and dazzled by the flashes of light. Had that death swept through a full circle, it must inevitably have slain me in my surprise. But it passed and spared me, and left the night about me suddenly dark and unfamiliar.
The undulating common seemed now dark almost to blackness, except where its roadways lay grey and pale under the deep blue sky of the early night. It was dark, and suddenly void of men. Overhead the stars were mustering, and in the west the sky was still a pale, bright, almost greenish blue. The tops of the pine trees and the roofs of Horsell came out sharp and black against the western afterglow. The Martians and their appliances were altogether invisible, save for that thin mast upon which their restless mirror wobbled. Patches of bush and isolated trees here and there smoked and glowed still, and the houses towards Woking station were sending up spires of flame into the stillness of the evening air.
Nothing was changed save for that and a terrible astonishment. The little group of black specks with the flag of white had been swept out of existence, and the stillness of the evening, so it seemed to me, had scarcely been broken.
It came to me that I was upon this dark common, helpless, unprotected, and alone. Suddenly, like a thing falling upon me from without, came—fear.
With an effort I turned and began a stumbling run through the heather.
The fear I felt was no rational fear, but a panic terror not only of the Martians, but of the dusk and stillness all about me. Such an extraordinary effect in unmanning me it had that I ran weeping silently as a child might do. Once I had turned, I did not dare to look back.
I remember I felt an extraordinary persuasion that I was being played with, that presently, when I was upon the very verge of safety, this mysterious death—as swift as the passage of light—would leap after me from the pit about the cylinder, and strike me down.
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" i'm one deep breath away from a breakdown. " [ Dan to Jack ]
It was the 1980s, and for all of the world’s rapid and inexorable advancement of technology, the story of humanity remained the same: War, money, power, personal and selfish pride, were all unavoidably human conditions. The thought was trite, he knew, but that did not make it less real.
It didn’t make the conflicts less real, nor did it make the burden of living to see the fulfillment of consequences rendered by actions long past any lighter. (He’d heard stories of those who desired immortality, some ancient even when he had been just a lad, before he’d been taken to the altar of Mithras. Why would anyone want to spend an eternity watching helplessly as one’s mistakes were woven into, solidified within the grand tapestry of the world?)
No, no… Nothing could truly assuage the weary ache that came from watching as the world wrought itself upward, only to devour itself at the other end. And worse still was the creeping—oft sprinting—passage of time that changed those he loved, irrevocably and unkindly in its ultimate indifference.
How are you? he’d asked. I don’t want the glamorous lie, I need you to be honest with me. Please.
Well. Daniel had given his answer, alright.
Jack sat with Daniel in his high penthouse, a laughably immodest positioning above the streets and buildings of Manhattan. It was sparse but it had class. Jack supposed, though it wasn’t to his personal taste—too much light—though he did admire the cleanliness of the style of decor.
Daniel was what had his focus anyway, all exhausted and—was that scarring on his nose? Christ and gods above….
The ancient city shifted in his seat and regarded Daniel, his dear (former and only) protege, his “Twin City”, with genuine sympathy writ on his features. It had the effect of making Jack look positively pathetic in his opinion, but it was pointless to fret about such prideful pretense with Daniel now. The pang in his chest over seeing Daniel so exhausted, so afraid, stilled all other urges for decorum.
“Daniel…” Jack spoke at last after a moment’s pause. He wanted to reach out to him, to gather Daniel into his arms and tell him everything would be okay. But he wasn’t sure that would be an acceptable thing to do; and besides, the words would ring hollow as a lie of complete uncertainty.
There was a time when he would have, could have, held Daniel close. When the city of London himself and most of the dark things therein would have bent themselves and their powers toward the protection of their charge—their Danny—just as fiercely as they would for the nation whose beating heart they comprised.
But… they didn’t have nuclear armaments two-hundred years ago, did they?
And it was no longer Jack’s place nor within his capabilities to protect Dan. Not in the ways he wanted to. It was all irrational, he knew, he knew. But it was for love; everything Jack did was for love, that most bittersweet of passions that, for all of his self-control, buttoned up and locked away demeanor, had always haunted him down to his soul.
In the moment he’d said Dan’s name, he hesitated—a half moment passed, and then—
Jack reached out a hand, palm open and inviting, for Daniel to take hold.
The gesture almost shocked Jack, for how conscious he was of himself usually—but seeing Daniel so tired, so afraid, was too much, even for him.
“I can see that,” he said warmly, softly, his voice like a comforting shadow draping over one’s shoulders in summer twilight. “And it’s alright, because I’m here. I’m here, Daniel.”
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Song of Healing (chapter 3)
Genre: Sick fic, comfort, healing
Tw/cw: dark theme. sickness. injury. nightmare fueled dreams.
Chapter 3: Sheikah medicine man
Time own exhaustion was evident as he was snoring ever so loud. He rolled over on to back, halting the bear like sound omitting from him. His hand came to his stomach as he scratched his stomach lightly, only half awake. He could feel his wife presents beside him. She must of came in after some time. Feeling it was safe to leave Twilight alone to sleep. He shifted once more and snuggled up against his wife and smiling softly. He pulled her close to him. Feeling her warmth, her red hair splayed out on the pillow. Her soft gently breathing. He was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard the sound of sickness and then screams of pain, coming from down the hall where Twilight was sleeping. Both Malon and Time bolted from the bed and rushed down the hall to the room. Twilight was withering in agony. In a bin left beside the bed was stained with black bile. He cried out screaming, clutching his chest and abdomen, Tears soaked his face, toes curled with each wave of pain that came in. Malon rush off to grab a bowl of cold water and a rag. Time dashed to Twilight's side. "I hurt everywhere." twilight struggled to say within the sobbing and screaming. Time gently moved to the other side of the bed. Gently taking Twilight in his arms. Twilight was shivering and his shirt was soaked along with his rich golden reddish blond hair sticking to his forehead from what must of been another fever. Time felt helpless on what to do. He simply just tried soothing the young lad.
Malon returned with a cool cloth and some water. She took the Cloth and gently dabbed the pups face. His sobbing started to slowly go down, as the coolness of the water hit the hotness of his face. Several of the other boys had been awoken and were standing looking into the room. every one of them looking worried. Wild step in to the room and eyed the bin which twilight had projected black vomit. "I fear this something much more than just the flu." Malon attempted to say quietly. "might be something we can't do other then ask for a shaman for or someone more knowledgeable in this kind of matter. I think all we can do is give him whatever pain relief we got and potions." Upon hearing this Twilight whimpered, "I am nothing. I was nothing to her. I am means to an end. useless light being." Both Time and Malon soothingly shushed him, "No so dear, you are none of those thing. it was just a nightmare dear and I am sure whoever her is....doesn't think you are either." she spoke gently. Hyrule came over with some potion and strong pain relief. Which Malon thanked him. Time took the Cold rag and continued to try and help bring his temperature down as Malon worked on getting Twilight to drink the potion and pain relief. The tastes was sickening. "Every four hour you should give him those. It will probably help as you said. for the meantime." Hyrule said softly. Looking worriedly at Twilight. He then Pulled Wild away and he suggest everyone else to go as well. The potion and pain relief has set in, Twilight became limp in Time's arms and his eyes slowly closed. Drifting back into sleep. Time and Malon looked at each other feeling sadness to see their own blood in such a state. Not knowing what to do. They continued to work on bring temp down till they both felt it safe to let him be. Malon went about disposing of the infected bile and returning to hearing her husband humming softly to him, gently stoking his son's hair gently. Twilight chest slowly rising and falling as he slept. However semi peaceful he looked, he was in a fight for his life.
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Some of the boys set to make up tea and other pulled out books they had. In hopes they could find some sort of answers. They had no intentions of sitting around and doing nothing. Legend and Hyrule were pouring over books. Sky watched as Wild looked through his slate for healing ingredients. Wind was trembling out of fear, Warriors attempting to calm the teen. Sky had seen sickness, however nothing to this extent. Just hearing how Twilight spoke, his agonizing screams. This was no normal sickness. Is he going to die? Was on half the boys mind. Malon walked in after some time seeing all of them at the table, with Tea and just in discussion and taking note of things they think might help. Sky looked up seeing Malon and went over with a cup of Tea. "here. You look like you need some. should we-" Malon took the cup and warmly smiled and shook her head. "Let him be. I am so grateful for all you boys trying to find answers. I think maybe what I need to hear is what you all know about what you have been fighting." She says taking a seat down where Time would sit. They all looked at each other and then back at her.
"well ma'am, that's the thing, the enemies we have been facing have been infected by something, by whom, that is where we don't know." The Captain spoke first.
She took a sip of the tea. "so you haven't really thought about who might behind this?" She then asked cautiously. "have any of these enemies targeted individuals of your group?" was her follow up questions.
"Well at first, no. However now- it seems to be that way. They are trying to separate us from each other. In hope to probably take us down." The Veteran replied. They watched as a worry crossed her face. "This however, makes no sense as to how it got into Rancher. I mean none of us ate the things we killed." Wind explained. Wild, Legend, Four and Sky all looked at each other with worry. Malon's face looked at the others, realizing Twilight hadn't fully revealed his secret and judging by the others who did know, knew. Fair, from how he had talked that first night upon meeting him, he shared it. It definitly wasn't something he talked about. People feared wolves and many people would have mix reactions when they did find out. As he has expressed that night.
"Miss Mal. You think he will okay right?" Malon looked at the young sailor. Her brow was scrunched up, but she gave them a warm smile. "I am sure he will come out okay. You all have such fight in you. He will fight this." She tried saying with some hopefulness.
Legend placed a hand on the young sailor's shoulder and then with a poorly worded response as well, "ain't nothin' going to kill the rancher. Not even this infection. I mean the guy is untouchable, even with this weird sickness." Wind brushed away some tears. Hyrule quietly spoke up, "so a would shaman, you think may be something we could call for?" Malon took another sip of the tea.
"He may be able to give us answers, so yes. Healing him? that's a unknown. It's a step somewhere." she said hopeful once again. "I can go and deliver a message if needed." The Captain stepped forward. "Me too!" chimed in Wind. Malon chuckled softly at them. "No need. I sent out a letter to the postman earlier today. He is on his way to our local Shaman in Kakoriko Village. A sheikah Village." There seem to be a sigh. They all stood attention as Time walked in, Pulling a seat next to Malon. His head hanging low. Before burying his face into her shoulder. She gently ran her fingers though his hair. Wild rushed over with some tea for him. Time looked at the cup and then took it, signed "Thank you to the Cub."
After some time they all moved towards the main room, lit a fire in the fireplace. It seemed nobody was going to be sleeping. All their minds were on how Twilight was. Each throwing out a suggestion. More tea was put on and a bit of cheese, bread, dried fruits were put out to snack on. Every once in a while Malon excused herself to check On Twilight. To follow through with making sure he got potion and pain relief. Time was at some point rubbing his temples from his worry. When Malon returned the room went back to extra quiet. All thoughts and suggested thrown out there. The only sound now they could hear was the sound of the rain falling and the few live stock that woke at the unholy hour. Then the unforgettable sound of a carriage could be heard. its wooden tires sloshing in the muddy walk way. There was a few muffled sounds of not one, but two men talking. Time and Malon both looked at each other. This wasn't how they wanted Talon to meet the guys. Time rubbed his face and sighed. Malon gently rubbed her husband's back.
As Two gentlemen enter from the rain. One man was fairly round in the belly. Wearing overalls, with a large tomato sized nose and a mustache. The other, was a man who wore a robe, hair tired up in a bun and held together with two sticks. A feather earing dangled in his left ear and the sheikah symbol painted on his face. His skin was a darker shade. Like someone who spent a lot of time in the sun. The two stared back at the nine in the main room.
"Ah well aren't we tight gathering today. Either y'all just here hoping to ask Malon for marriage, or Time, you've been busy cloning yourself seven- wait eight ways -young fellow behind y'alls not looking great- which may explains why you were called." Talon replied addressing the sheikah shaman.
Time whipped his head around to Twilight clinging to the wall, a blanket draped loosely over his shoulders. Time quickly got up and rush over to Twilight. You're so stubborn, should of stayed in bed pup. The sheikah made his way over quickly as well. Time, catching Twilight before he fell over. The Sheikah was quiet as he scanned the youth's face. Gently touching Twilight's skin. He muttered something in sheikah tongue towards Time. The man's voice as he spoke to Time was smooth and with an accent. Talon closed the door and hung he wet cloak up and stared at his daughter who was looking back at the two other in deep discussion, Time responding back only in sheikah. He watched as he saw the worried look was upon her face, her hands clutching the other tightly. Then he looked at the other travelers and saw the same kind of look. This young man seemed very dear to them. He had only seen his daughter's face look that was when she fretted about her husband and his well being.
Warriors made his way over and introduced himself to Talon, "I am warriors, thank you for letting us stay here for a bit, till things get sorted out. We can help out around the farm if needed. The seven of us won't mind." Talon turned towards the Captain and placed a hand on his shoulder. "That is mighty kind of you all." He said looking at the other boys. "How bout we give them some space and you all can help me unload the creates from market." he winked and tapped his nose.
They all quietly nodded and got their weather gear on. Stepping outside to help Talon. The rain was slowing down enough that it wouldn't be much of an issue. Legend help take care of the horses and getting them un hitched to the cart. Moving them into the barn to dry. Warriors and Hyrule helped get milk creates off the cart. Wind would try to help, but often found it hard. Warriors didn't stop him, just gave a little extra help so he felt he was being useful. "boy, only if I had Rancher's natural strength." huffed the young sailor. A few chuckled. "Hey doing enough farm work, I am sure you'll get there." encouraged the Captain. Four was at work making new shoes for the horses. Once the cart was put away, they stuck to being in the barn with Talon. He was teaching sky how to milk a cow. "Ah is Rancher his name, the young man I saw not looking well?" asked Talon. They all looked at each other. Warriors who was polishing the horse saddle responded, "actually we all are named Link. However that would of been complicated to all go by said name-"
"like imagine saying Link and being like a bunch of cuccos turning our heads to food being announced-" wind interrupted with a little giggle. The group all chuckled at the sailor. "So we go by our titles instead." Four continued the explanation. Talon scratched the back of his head and nodded. "Well that makes sense. Avoids any confusion. What Y'alls titles then?" his own country accent coming out more. The smith raised the hammer he was using to shape the shoe for the horses, "I am Four. I am sort of the Smith in the group."
"I'm Legend, I just exist." Legend said standing by Wild who were helping feed the horses. "or hoard." jabbed Four. "Oi. He don't need to know that." snapped the veteran. Talon chuckled at the small banter.
"I am Wind, I am sailor." Wind said enthusiastically. "I am Hyrule." replied softly, as he was helping Sky with the milking. "don't mistaken Hyrule's meek behavior, this teen from his own adventures has the most street smarts then most of us." the Captain piped up ruffling the traveler's hair. "Next to him, that would be sky and over by our Legend is Wild." Talon Turned his head to the Cub who was sneaking an apple to both the Epona's. "why wild? Like feral or something?" Talon question. "Warriors chuckled, "No, Just his land is fairly wild. It unlike most of the each our own Hyrules. We all come from different eras."
Talon played with his mustache, "So Rancher-" "That'll be Twilight. We aren't exactly sure why he got that name. So we all just nicknamed him Rancher. 'cause he grew up as a Farmhand in his era." Four explained. "Oh is that so? My daughter got to be thrilled for that." Talon chuckled. "Oh she was all up on him, she spotted it before he could say anything." chuckled Hyrule. The group chuckled a bit before going quiet.
Talon could sense they all were worried for their comrade. "I get a feeling the reason you are all together is through some magical reason?" Talon tried to get them out of their heads. Warriors was picking at some hay, "A portal sort of thrown us into Ti-Link's world."
"We weren't actually sure why, till things present itself. Seems like in each our eras, We are dealing with monsters and unseen forces." added Legend. From how Talon knew of his daughter's husband's adventures. "oh. Well from Link, the one I know. There were a lot of unknowns he went through. However if he is anything like you lot. Secrets are a bit of a thing with you all." The all stayed quiet. "As I suspected." he meant it in a knowing way. Everyone's attention fell on to wild when he spoke for the first time, "mostly we don't know what to do, for the mean time we are just investigating and cut down the attacks on locals. as for secrets, yes. we all share that trait- more so then the rest. It how we are in this situation we are in." Legend rolled his eyes and snorted. "He doesn't want to be a burden or let the group down. We've all done so. Than gotten a ear full from 'Rule when we don't pipe up on our illnesses or injuries." Talon stayed quiet as he listen to them, as they went into their heated talk. He couldn't imagine how Link could manage being with them all.
The Barn went quiet when Malon entered. Talon slapped his leg and then slowly stood up. "These fine heroes were filling me in a bit on who they are and their adventure. Your husband sure got a handful with the lot, but they been mighty helpful." He gave his daughter a soft chuckle. "Almost like having children and managing them all." Malon chuckled back, placing her hand over her mouth. "That is true. However they are all fine and helpful young men." she added. "so who wants to help collecting eggs for me?"
"20 rupees if you do it." smirked Legend, looking at Captain.
"no!"
"I'll do it, I love the little birds." Sky jumped in taking the basket and went off to go gather eggs.
Malon and Talon both laughed.
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Time had stayed behind as the Sheikah Shaman worked over Twilight, who was in a fit of exhaustion. He used a bit of sage, running it over Twilight. Time watched closed as the sheikah chanted quietly. Twilight Body felt weakened, empty. Twinge of pain would come in waves. His chest tight, making it hard to breath occasionally. The smell of the sage was bit tense for Twilight as he tried to turn away. Time gently placed a hand on the pup's shoulder to keep him still. Twilight just wanted to curl back up under the warmth of the blanket. The sheikah stopped, turning and setting the sage on a ritual bowl. He then placed his hand over Twilight's forehead. Time watched quietly. The shaman removed his hand from Twiligh's forehead and moved it over their (Twiligh's) chest. Sighing slowly and removed his hand.
"This thing you have gotten infected by, is much deeper then my own powers can undo." The shaman smoke slowly. "In time, your ability to fight will come with a deadly end. This will require something of far more powerful than words." The shaman continued. Time ran his hand through his own hair, letting out a sigh.
"So....you're saying something spiritually powerful?" questioned Time, looking over Twilight, who'd fell back into another deep sleep.
"I fear so. I have not dealt with anything of this nature. You say that it seemed that many of the monsters you encountered were tainted with it. It seems as though this is a dark shadow doing." The shaman spoke softly, as he went about putting out the sage.
Twilight shifted and let out a sharp gasp and snort as though his breathing was being with held. "water." he weakly rasped. Twilight regretted saying anything. He felt a deep burning pain rise from his abdomen, to his sternum and up to his throat. His body became hot and clammy. The Sheikah was quick to grabbing the basin beside the bed and leaned it to the side, when Twilight rolled over. He let out a retching sound, as black tar like globs and bile exited his mouth. Tears rolling down his face, with each time he vomited, his body tensing and then relaxing to violently squeezing what contents hung within him.
Time's hand ever so gently, rubbing the youth's back. They waited till things calmed down. Twilight rolling weakly back onto his back, cheek flushed, eyes still leaking with tears. Time shifted to wiping the tears away and gently brushing their hair back. The sheikah looked closely over the blackish substance, before going off to dispose of it. Leaving Time and Twilight alone. Time turns and scooped up some water into a small cup, and carefully brought it to Twilight's parched lips. Twilight took small sips, but nothing felt satisfying. He hungered for something far more filling. The emptiness within was one he had felt before on his travels, however not to the extent he felt now. On top of being very thirsty.
The Shaman returned, placing the basin beside the bed once again. Time pulled away the cup. "I think it would be wise to be careful with what you give him. Keep to clear liquids for the time being. Food might not be a wise idea at this time. When he is able to keep liquids down, then slowly introduce him to foods. I also don't think it will hurt if you have any sort of Epsom salt soaks. If you have essence oils for relaxing, use so. Use them for helping to ease him to rest. when he can keep things down and pain can be managed, I say you are safe to travel to where he may get healed fully. This won't just go away. It will keep coming back till then." The shiekah explain, handing Time a slip of paper of just suggested medical treatment. Time nodded his head. Taking the slip and storing away.
The Sheikah shaman gathered his things. Before leaving the room he gently placed a hand on Twilight shoulder. "you're a fighter, keep fighting. However dark or hopeless things get." Time smiled softly and gently gave Twilight's chin a tap, "I know he will. Let me help show you out." Time responded, getting up from where he was. Walking out of the room and showing the Shaman out. Leaving Twilight alone. He settled down as best as he could. However that was far from easy. There were dull aches in places he never thought could ache. He clung to the bed sheets a bit. Taking a deep sigh. His lower back where the tail bone sat ached, his shoulder ached, he belly ached, bout almost everywhere ached. The thought of a soak in a warm bath was pretty enticing at this point. His mind wandered off to the memories of the hot springs by the Goron mine. How the warm water would so easily wash away all pains he felt.
(to be continued)
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The Dig
Part Two (Because I was bullied into this . . .)
//Which can be read (HERE) for easier reading// And Part One (HERE)
In a little rented room above auld Geordie’s pub, Claire Beauchamp stood in nothing but her silk undergarments as she flipped open her weathered suitcase (once belonging to her dear uncle Lamb) she had heaved atop her bed. She rummaged through the contents, blowing at her curls clouding around her face, before pulling out a single dress of pale blue.
It wasn't something she usually packed whenever she went off on a dig but the dress had caught her eye in a department store window in London just before coming to Suffolk. She reasoned one never knew when the occasion might call for her to dress in something other than dirt stained trousers.
And never had she been more relieved by an impulse buy.
Or thankful for a rainy day that halted her excavation.
It was a chance to be with the Scot who thought her more precious than the iron rivets they discovered a few days ago, proof that the burial site they were knee deep in was a ship to honor a fallen king. She would've kissed him on the spot if it weren't for Foster and Pound.
The kiss however did come later.
After her and the lads celebrated with too many pints, she and Fraser went back to Sutton Hoo, slightly swaying with every step beneath the twilight, until their arms found their way around one another. Soon they were laying side by side in the grass and dirt, the air cool on their whiskey flushed cheeks, and she wrapped in his coat. Big and warm and enveloping like himself.
"We may very well be unearthing a legend here ," said Beauchamp, leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed facing the moon.
Fraser grinned.
" Beowulf ?"
She laughed and turned her gaze to him. "Arthur, King of the Britons !"
He laughed along with her, a deep and hearty sound, then joking all aside said -
"Anglo Saxon, ye think?"
She nodded and rolled to her side, nearly pressing herself against Fraser's chest, heaving from a sharp intake of breath.
"I told you before that something grand and marvelous was buried here . . ."
"Ye did."
Then shyly Fraser said -
"Bha mi a ’bruadar mun bhròn mhòr. . . Remember that bit from my notebook?"
Her eyes softened and her features took on a pretty shade of pink remembering a great deal more of what that book contained.
How each page held a piece of his heart.
And laid a hand over his chest, against that fervent beat.
"Of course I do," she answered back, but frowned a little when Fraser bashfully kept his gaze to the small gap between them where a dandelion bloomed.
"Weel, I wrote it that night after we first met, from a dream I had. Sounds a great deal better in the gaelic though. . ."
Beauchamp raised her hand to cup his cheek, thumbing the fine cut bones beneath his skin, before pressing her soft warm mouth against his lips.
"Tell me," she insisted, when they managed to part and nudged her nose against his.
And so he did, voice low and more than a little breathless.
I dreamt about the mourning.
The deaths of great men. Terrible men. Old and young. Of Kings lost in battle buried beneath us.
They cried out to me and the Earth came to life and twisted her roots around me, dragging me inside her womb. Dark and cold, breathless like a cave.
But I wasn't frightened. I saw lights rushing around me, bright as the twilight sky. The souls that lie ahead. Surrounding us.
They brought me to you.
He shrugged sheepishly then.
Just before she kissed him again. Knowing she'd never want anyone more than she did right then and there amongst the swaying trees and spirits of auld.
This man whose soul spoke to her own.
Too bad a crack of lightning had to ruin the night.
But at least the rain blessed them with a day to themselves in apology.
Taking one last glance in the vanity mirror (that was about as big as her compact) and another quick check that her nails were clean of dirt, Beauchamp left her room and walked down the hallway to Fraser's, knocking softly against his door. When no one answered she pressed her ear curiously to the door hearing voices and knocked again, just a bit more louder, tapping the toe of her slingback heels against the beaten wooden floor. With still no response (and patience never being a virtue she ever possessed) she flat out turned the knob finding it unlocked.
She poked her head in and found a room even smaller than her own and the source of the voices coming from a small red radio playing an adaption of a film from the windowsill.
- I might have known you were here. I had a feeling just as I hit the floor.
- That was your hat.
- Oh, Susan! Just look at it! Look!
Fraser himself was fast asleep and spread out atop the bed sheets dressed for a date to the cinema with his long arms crossed above his head and his big feet dangling off the edge of his too small bed.
Beauchamp stood watching him for a moment, filled with a sudden tenderness at his sleeping innocence . . . and a bone deep wickedness that gave her an idea. She closed the door quietly behind herself and flipped the lock, grinning as she did so. She then slipped out of her slingback heels and crossed the room in two short strides (the floorboards creaking with the pitch of a mouse beneath her), to carefully lay down beside him.
Fraser turned to her in sleep, a throaty murmur on his lips, and laid a heavy arm around her slim waist, gathering her heart to heart. She sighed happily and reached to caress a curl hanging low at his brow, admiring the color that reminded her of the scorching sunsets in Giza she basked in with her uncle so many years ago. Her fingers then threaded through his thick mane down to where they began to curl at his neck and was rewarded with an unexpected smile. Pure and sweet.
"You're too perfect for words, lad," she whispered against his wide mouth, but before she could seal their lips together his long blonde lashes fluttered open.
Fraser gazed at her sleepily, his smile only growing wider as the word Sorcha was adoringly breathed against her cheeks.
She wanted to ask him what that one meant. It might be her favorite bit of gaelic so far.
But then . . .
"Claire!" Fraser exclaimed, and nearly toppled them both out of the bed if not for Beauchamp clinging to his shoulders, steadying him above her.
"How di' ye - Why are ye -"
Beauchamp giggled loudly at his befuddled face and at his hair sticking up in all directions like a sunflower crown. She coasted her hands up the wide breadth of his shoulders to cup both his scarlet cheeks.
"You're door was unlocked, and you know how cold I easily get . . ." she playfully pouted, and tugged his face closer, enjoying how his skin felt like a glowing hot coal between her hands.
But Fraser pulled away.
"Claire. . ."
She sighed yet kept her amused grin.
"You're not a lad of sixteen, you know. You can have a girl in your room."
"I ken that," he answered back, with a defensive spike in his voice.
Beauchamp ignored his tone letting her hands wander to his chest, the muscles taut beneath his crisp white shirt straining to contain his racing heartbeat.
"We even spent a night under the stars together."
"That was altogether different."
Her eyes flashed with mischief as she toyed with the buttons of his shirt. "How so?"
"For one," Fraser breathed hoarsely, placing a hand over hers lest she get too carried away. "It wasn't all night, the thunder made sure of that, and we mostly were talking anyway."
"Mostly?"
"And two," he said firmly, ears pink. "There wasn't a bed either of us could fall out of."
"No, there wasn't," she agreed, deciding he'd had enough of her teasing (and only because she had never taken anyone seriously enough to go slow). "But you can still keep me warm, Fraser. Virtue intact. I promise."
He arched a ruddy brow, doubtful of the lass with cheeky hands and a red cheshire grin that could lure a man to break every sin. Yet he eased himself beside her anyway and in the only way that worked.
With their legs twined together, nearly flushed against one another.
And his big hand braced along her back, the fabric soft against his callused palm as he smoothed it up and down, feeling the gentle rise of her ribs as she breathed in absolute contentment.
“Better than sitting in the cinema don't you think?” said Beauchamp, as she nuzzled her face to the crook of his neck, warmed by his skin that smelled freshly clean. Yet she found herself missing the scent of a hard day's labor on him.
“Aye, much - wait!” Fraser shifted to his elbow. “We missed the film didn't we?"
Beauchamp, a little annoyed at being jostled, shook her head and tugged at his collar to settle her lad back down.
"No, there's still some time left. Cary Grant just lost his intercostal clavicle bone to a dog named George. . . Or was it a leopard named Baby?"
Fraser stared at her like she'd gone completely daft until he noticed the radio playing in the background and heard the inimitable voices of Grant alongside Katherine Hepburn.
- Now it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn toward you, but - well, there haven't been any quiet moments.
"Oh,” he chuckled lightly, dropping his head to the side. “I must've fallen asleep listening to Lux Theatre . What I meant was the actual cinema though.”
“I think Judy Garland is merrily singing down that yellow brick road as we speak. But don't be sorry," she said, with a kiss to the hard line of his jaw, before the words could fall from his mouth. "It would've been far too crowded anyway."
“But you got yourself all dressed up," he protested, as his eyes traveled down to where her dress had been rucked up tight over her breasts and waist (and where his hand involuntarily flexed over the winged flare of her hip) before hastily clearing his throat.
"Ye look lovely by the way, mo chridhe. More than lovely actually. . ."
That shy and tender smile of his was her undoing and made her feel light-headed and reckless.
"Either that clever mouth of yours keeps on with the compliments, Fraser, or . . ."
Her voice carried off as her knee glided up between his thighs and her arms clasped around his shoulders so that any thoughts Fraser had of being a gentleman were forgotten in a wanton blaze of heat.
Some time later, with Fraser's cheek pillowed against her breasts, breath hot and seeping through the thin blue fabric thoroughly wrinkled now, he groaned.
"I wish we weren't in a room above a pub that reeks of cigarettes and wee."
She hummed softly, her fingertips stroking the back of his head, twirling around his curls. Admiring their beauty.
"Where should we be then?"
Fraser lifted his gaze to hers, blue eyes glimmering with that undeniable emotion that should've scared her yet it only made her want to claim him forever.
"A woman like you. . ." He smiled. " In a tent somewhere outside the ruins of a temple or in a cave in the Himalayas."
Her chest bounced with sparkling laughter.
"How about when this is all over and our names are the talk of the town, you take me anywhere you please. Preferably with a bed we can both fit in."
It was a tantalizing thought yet Fraser couldn't help but think of Scotland. Of his home Lallybroch. With her hand in his passing through the centuries old stone archway as his lady of Broch Turach.
Someday, maybe. God willing.
"I can think of a place," he murmured, and tightened his hold around her lush frame and pressed a daring kiss of hope above her heart. Felt her shiver beneath his mouth.
- I've just discovered that was the best day I've ever had in my whole life!
- But I was there!
- That's what made it so good!
And together they drifted off listening to the rain and the silly, sappy music.
I can't give you anything but love, baby.
That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby.
Dream awhile, scheme awhile
We're sure to find happiness . . .
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A/N: There’s a lot of notes so I’ll keep them to ao3. And there’s probably mistakes galore but I needed to post this before cringe settled in and I deleted it, Thank you for reading!
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Only You
A Manorian arranged marriage fic requested by an anon.
Huge thanks to @itach-i for her help and advice with plot and beta reading! ❤️
Previously, in Part One
Previously, in Part Two
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PART THREE
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Manon jumped at the knock on her door. She’d sat up all night watching the fire slowly die, unable to sleep. Stiff from sitting in a chair in a cold room for so many hours, she moved slowly to the door. Expecting Glennis, she was surprised to find Yrene waiting to come in. The healer’s smile disappeared when she got a good look at Manon.
“I’m sure I look how I feel,” Manon said by way of greeting. She turned and went back to her chair.
Shivering, Yrene tried to get the fire going again, adding some kindling and blowing on the few stubborn embers that remained in the fireplace. The flames caught, but it would be a while before any heat radiated from it. She sat opposite Manon, watching her carefully.
“Just say it,” Manon said.
“Say what?”
“Whatever you’re thinking.”
She’d come to consider Yrene a good friend over the last two years. The woman was kind and an exceptionally talented healer, helping Manon overcome some of the darkest moments of her grief. Yrene also helped her navigate her way through the complexities of her relationship with Dorian, giving her advice and translating some of the human customs she didn’t understand. Like exchanging gifts. Manon had never given or received a birthday gift before. Yrene not only helped her find one for Dorian, she listened without judgment as Manon explained how foreign the concept was to her. The idea for the memory book had come to her after imagining what Yrene might get if Dorian and Manon were marrying.
Yrene sighed, resting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’ve never seen this room before,” she said, absentmindedly. “It’s quite lovely.”
Manon glanced up. The ceiling was painted like the sky at twilight. A deep, rich blue turning black with stars scattered across it. It was beautiful, and it reminded her of those frozen nights she and Dorian and the Thirteen spent camped in the Fangs in search of the Crochans. She recognized a constellation or two and realized it was likely the same night sky. She didn’t think there was enough time for him to have commissioned the mural between her accepting the invitation and now. But she’d learned long ago that it was foolish to underestimate Dorian’s love of grand romantic gestures. Whether it had been completed for this visit or not, the intention was the same. She leaned back to examine the stars, smiling slightly as memories came rushing back – Asterin teasing Dorian about his pretty blue eyes, Vesta’s shameless flirting that often came dangerously close to provoking Manon’s jealousy, Sorrel gifting Dorian an Ironteeth blade that he still carried, Ghislaine getting caught up in talking about books with him. They’d only traveled together for a couple of short months. And yet despite the hardships, there was so much good to remember. It made her think of the memory book, and how much she wished to be sharing it with him as his wife.
“Josie asked for you the other day,” Yrene said, drawing Manon’s attention back down from the ceiling.
“She said my name?” Yrene and Chaol’s daughter had just begun forming complex words the last time Manon had seen her.
“Well,” she said with a shrug, “it was close enough that we knew who she meant. She mixed up the words a wee bit, so it came out Ma Nauntie instead of Auntie Manon. She’d seen one of Adarlan’s wyverns flying over the castle and thought it was Abraxos.” Yrene was grinning at the memory. “I’m afraid she butchered his name. But we’ve got her trying Brax for short.”
Manon was returning Yrene’s smile, but she didn’t know what to say. For as fond as she’d grown of Yrene, she’d come to care for Josie just as much. Would she ever see them again after today?
As if reading her mind, Yrene said, “I know it might be hard for you. To come here again. So I was thinking, maybe someday we can visit you?” Tears spilled from Yrene’s eyes and she pulled out a handkerchief.
“Of course! You can come back with me tonight if you wish,” Manon said, stretching out a hand. Sometimes it still felt strange for her to offer comfort to others. But it was something Yrene knew about her, something she never called attention to. And now, the healer leaned forward to take Manon’s hand in hers.
Yrene tried to smile but it just made her cry harder. She stood and walked away, taking a moment to blow her nose and dry her eyes. When she returned, she said, “Please don’t marry that fae prick. He’s not good enough for you. And I don’t trust him.”
Manon laughed, part of her shocked at the possibility, the other shocked at hearing Yrene swear. “No need to worry about that,” she said, further amused by Yrene’s exaggerated relief. “I no longer have plans to marry anyone. A consort isn’t required either. So, when the time is right, I shall only be in need of a … What was that word you so eloquently used just now? I will only need a prick.”
Yrene’s cheeks reddened as she laughed. “Is it not the best word for him?”
Manon grew serious, thinking about her evening with Fennick. He’d been too flirtatious and self-absorbed, and a bit rude towards the others at the table with them. But based on her experiences with fae males, Fennick’s behavior was typical, with Rowan being the exception. Yes, he was arrogant, but he’d also expressed sympathy for the Thirteen, and shared his past heartbreak with her. She knew what Dorian thought of the prince and wasn’t surprised that Yrene would also dislike him.
“Why don’t you trust him?” Manon asked.
Yrene sighed and bit her lip as she searched for an answer. “It’s mostly a gut feeling. He barely addressed Dorian. And him telling us about coming here to find a mate didn’t endear him to anyone. Even Eveline thought he was an ass.” At Manon’s expression, she offered an apology for mentioning the young woman.
“No, don’t worry about that. I’m more interested in what you said about Fennick. He came here looking for a mate?”
“That’s what he said. Some tale or superstition of his grandmother’s claiming fae would find their mate at a wedding. It sounded made up. And when Eveline told him there were no other fae invited, he said he could have a bond with a human or witch.” Yrene shot her a wicked grin. “Dorian wanted to hit him, I could tell.”
Her own lips twitched upward at the thought. But her mind shifted quickly back to Fennick. She’d known of his intentions from the letter. But why antagonize Dorian? Yes, the male was conceited, but he hadn’t struck her as stupid. Yrene was watching her expectantly, but Manon just said, “Well, regardless, you don’t have to worry about him. I don’t intend to see him after today.”
“Thank the gods,” Yrene said, apparently letting the subject go.
Manon knew Yrene had an extra sense about people. Whether it was her healing magic or just her ability to read others, Manon didn’t know. But she trusted Yrene’s opinion and knew it wasn’t clouded by jealousy like Dorian’s. Yrene’s relief set off warning bells. Manon needed to think, and she welcomed the distraction it offered as she waited for the ceremony later today.
“Where is Josie now?” she asked.
“With Chaol. Actually, I should be getting back.”
“Do we have time for an early lunch before the ceremony? You could bring her up here.”
Yrene beamed at the offer, promising to return with her child in a few hours.
After the healer left, Manon bathed and dressed. She sent her guards off on separate errands, giving them the names of castle staff who might know the gossip that was most difficult to come by. Then she set out on her own search for information, something she should have done sooner.
***
Dorian heard shouting from the main stable and poked his head through the door. The head groom was sending stable hands off in every direction, calling out reminders about the diets of certain horses. She saw Dorian and walked over to greet him.
“Apologies, Your Majesty. One of my lead grooms didn’t show up for work this morning and we’re scrambling to get the horses fed.” The woman grabbed hold of a young boy and turned him around. “Other way, lad. And be careful. That horse bites.”
Dorian smiled. “Don’t mind me. I’m just headed for the wyvern paddock. Have they been fed yet?”
Only half listening, she nodded, then turned back to the chaos surrounding her. “Last time I give so much responsibility to one person,” she muttered.
Continuing around the main stable and towards the far end of the yard, he saw a figure standing by the building that housed the wyverns and stopped. But it was only Glennis. The white hair had fooled him for a split second. She was feeding a small, bluish gray wyvern.
“I thought you’d never give up your broom,” he said, holding out his hand towards Abraxos. The little wyvern snuffled against his palm and Dorian rubbed his snout.
Glennis waved a hand, feigning irritation at her new mode of transport. “Neither did I until this little trouble-maker hatched out of an egg.” She tossed a chunk of meat to her wyvern, then moved on to the next one. Apparently Abraxos had already received his breakfast. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” Glennis said, “the wyverns are more comfortable to ride. Especially for old witches like me.”
Dorian laughed, giving her his best smile. “Who are you kidding? You’re still young.” She snorted and waved him off again. As she fed the other wyverns, he turned back to Abraxos.
Fearing this would be his last chance to see the wyvern and hoping no one else would be here, he’d gotten up early to visit. Not that he’d actually slept. He couldn’t remember the last time he got a full night’s sleep. “Hey, Brax,” he cooed, stepping through the gate into the stall. The wyvern curled his long, barbed tail around Dorian’s feet as he continued petting his snout. Dorian pulled a small bouquet of flowers from his cloak and laughed as a low, contented sound rumbled from Abraxos’s chest.
“He’s not like that with just anyone.” Glennis was standing behind them. “Flowers or no flowers.”
“I know,” Dorian said.
“She’d be mad to see you spoiling him so much.”
He huffed a laugh. “I know.” But he didn’t stop.
Glennis knew why he was here and went back to spoil her own wyvern, giving him privacy.
After a while, Dorian inhaled, long and ragged, his breath pooling in the morning chill when he released it. Abraxos watched him, seeming to know this was a goodbye. The wyvern let out a sad whine and Dorian tipped his head forward to rest against Abraxos. “You take good care of her for me, Brax. All right?”
Abraxos huffed in agreement, enshrouding Dorian in a cloud of hot air. The pungent smell gave Dorian the perfect excuse for the tears that had gathered in his eyes as he said goodbye to the little scarred wyvern.
Glennis was not so easily fooled. She knew the reason for the shimmer in his eyes, but said nothing as they started back to the castle together. The main stable appeared to be under control and Dorian waved to the head groom as they passed.
“You were married to a Crochan prince,” Dorian said, breaking their silence as they climbed a hill. “Was it arranged, or did you choose each other?”
For all her talk of old age, Glennis didn’t struggle with the incline. “A bit of both. We’d known each other forever, and our parents had thought it was a good match. There was never any formal agreement but they encouraged us. It was a bond forged of love.”
“So, you were mates then?”
“Yes,” she said, pulling her cloak up around her neck as they reached the top and were exposed to the wind. “But witches don’t have mating bonds like the fae.” She stopped walking to think. “It’s not a tether, not a physical thing like it is to the fae. There’s no silent communication, no feral territoriality. It’s just a stronger connection than a normal relationship. Why are you asking?”
Dorian tried to shrug it off. “Just curious.” They started walking again and he moved so he might block the worst of the wind from reaching her. “Then it has nothing to do with witches having fae blood? I mean, Manon must have more than the average witch since she comes from a lineage without much human involvement.”
Glennis frowned. “Hmmm, maybe. I’d never really thought of it like that. Our fae blood is so diluted, I’m not sure that it really makes a difference.” She stopped, and by her sad eyes, he knew he’d failed to fool her again. “You think Manon is your mate.”
He wanted to say yes. How else to explain the depth of his feelings for her? That constant tug in his chest. Light as it may be, it still connected him to her. Perhaps it was the fae blood in her, making a mating bond between them stronger than with other witches. But then, wouldn’t that also make it more possible for her to be Fennick’s mate? No, he wouldn’t allow himself to go down that path. Not after a long night of fighting the worst his imagination could come up with.
Maybe what he had with Manon was just love. A strong love of two people who completed each other, filled in the pieces that were missing and held the other up when darkness set in. That would be enough, Dorian knew. He didn’t need a mating bond to love her.
Glennis was still waiting for his reply. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “I don’t think it matters.” He’d meant the words differently than she took them. But when sorrow crept across her face, so deep it made his chest ache, he knew what she was thinking.
“No,” she said. “After today, I don’t think it will either.”
*****
Manon sat rigid, her eyes facing forward, ignoring all the stares and words whispered in her direction. She and Glennis had blessedly been ushered to a spot with only two available seats, ensuring Fennick could not sit next to her. Giselle and Lara were positioned nearby, but out of the way of other guests. Hearing Fennick’s voice as he took his seat a couple of rows behind them, Manon exchanged a look with Glennis.
After her lunch with Yrene and while they readied themselves for the ceremony, Manon and her guards had discussed what little they could find out about the prince. The two witches gathered minimal gossip from the castle workers. The prince had brought no attendants or valets of his own, and he’d made a show of turning down the head steward’s offer to provide him one. It wasn’t unusual for a noble to eschew servants, even for a long and important trip such as this. But it felt off given his formality and haughty nature. Of course, it kept him out of the streams of gossip among the staff.
Manon had gone herself to the royal library, hoping to find some information on Fennick’s lineage. The Whitethorn clan was old and spread out in the fae lands across the sea. And with his age, she thought perhaps he’d been mentioned in a genealogy or even history book. But the librarian had been unable to find anything substantial. The only occurrence of his name was in a recent book about the fae that included trees of the older families. Fennick was indeed a second cousin to Rowan and Sellene, stemming from a side of the family that Maeve had passed over when it came to titles and lands. How he’d risen to prince so quickly, she didn’t know. Sellene, ever practical and shrewd, had not seemed the type to toss out prestigious titles to just anyone. Nor was she the type, Manon realized, who would send an extravagant gift in an attempt to brag about her kingdom’s wealth.
They’d found nothing, and what little she did know made no sense. And yet, it left her unsettled. Glennis too. But, like the others, her grandmother had hated him from the start. In her mind, Manon had already dismissed him as a possible consort or provider of an heir. Yet she was still more ambivalent about Fennick’s flaws than Glennis and Yrene. His story about the human woman he’d almost given up his immortality for had touched a very raw nerve and stuck with her. Whether it was the faint similarities to her own situation, or just that she pitied him, she was unsure. Perhaps Yrene was wrong. And Glennis.
That was what unsettled her the most. It seemed impossible that both of them would misjudge the male. If only she weren’t here for Dorian’s wedding. Everything from her wits to her instincts were off kilter because of it, and she didn’t trust herself. Then again, if not for this wedding, she’d never have met Fennick and wouldn’t need to concern herself with him. The one good thing to come of it was the distraction it had provided her today.
There was movement at the front of the large chapel and Manon used every ounce of control to keep her face calm as Dorian and Chaol walked out towards the podium behind which the priest stood. Dressed in an azure jacket that brought out the brilliance of his eyes, he looked even more handsome than he had last night at dinner. Damaris hung from his side, and with his crown, he looked like a warrior king of old. This was it then, she thought, praying uselessly for more distractions or delays. Anything to keep her from having to watch Dorian pledge himself to another.
When he and Chaol took their places, the strings began to play a soft, beautiful melody. She couldn’t help herself and looked right at Dorian. He was, of course, staring at her. And for that moment, she pretended that she was walking to meet him. That she would be taking him as her king, becoming his queen, instead of Eveline. The hint of a smile caught his lips and she suspected, hoped, that he was imagining the same thing.
It wasn’t until Chaol lightly touched Dorian’s arm, drawing a frown in response, that she noticed the music had started over. She turned to Glennis and saw confusion, which was mirrored on the others in the crowd. Her grandmother stretched around to look back at the front entrance where the bride should have been standing.
“Maybe she has cold feet,” someone muttered.
In the first row, Lord Frey was turning red with rage. And right before he could jump up to go find his daughter and likely drag her down the aisle, Yrene came running in with a note in her hand.
***
Dorian hadn’t noticed anything. He’d been too busy looking at Manon. She was seated, so he couldn’t see the entire thing, but this dress rivaled the one she’d worn last night. A silvery gray color that matched the shimmering wings of her wyvern, the dress had a neckline that stretched across her collar bones, from shoulder to shoulder. Hanging down over her chest was a single red ruby, large enough to fit within the eye in the pommel of his sword. Her hair was braided into a crown atop her head. Despite their fight, despite everything, he smiled at her, unable to tear his gaze away. Unable to keep from wishing it was her walking towards him today.
Until Chaol tapped his arm and brought him back to reality. Where the musicians were fumbling to begin the processional again. Where Lord Frey was staring daggers at him for admiring Manon. Where Yrene was walking up the aisle instead of Eveline. He hadn’t even noticed Yrene wasn’t seated before them.
Trying to keep her voice low, she handed Dorian the letter she carried and said, “She’s gone. This was all she left.”
With so many eager ears and the heightened acoustics of the building, everyone heard her. Immediately, the chapel was in an uproar. Some guests were shocked, upset to see their king abandoned at the altar. Others were watching the scene unfold with glee, anxious for the tales they could tell afterwards. The priest stood with his mouth agape. Lord Frey was reaching for the letter, sputtering curses and pushing back the lords who’d allied with him. They were gathered around him, clamoring for an explanation. Manon and Glennis both stared wide-eyed at him, unsure how to react.
Dorian spun away from Lord Frey’s grasp and began to read.
Your Majesty,
Please forgive me for the lateness of this wedding gift. I had hoped to have it weeks ago, but my father is a paranoid man with many hideaways, and my efforts were delayed.
My father is not what he seems. He lost most of his gold during the war and has been pretending to be wealthy ever since. He fears nothing more than losing his title and being relegated to a life of poverty. His complaints to his neighbors about your rule were nothing more than talk. Is wasn’t until he was approached from afar that the talk turned into real threats of rebellion.
I was aware that someone was pushing my father down this path, offering to pay a rich reward for his work, but I didn’t know who until just an hour ago. A friend was finally able to procure some messages sent from the foreign party to my father as proof of their plan. They have been placed in your valet’s safe keeping. Ruben was always kind to me, and I believe him to be a trustworthy attendant to you.
I am sure you are curious about who is funding my father’s play at rebellion. I must confess I was shocked and confused to learn that Prince Fennick is behind the plot.
According to the messages, the prince had heard of my father’s money woes and came to him with a plan. My father was to stir up trouble among your nobles then offer up my hand in marriage as the only way to appease him and prevent a war.
I cannot be sure of the prince’s motives, but I suspect he has had his eye on your beloved witch queen for some time. I trust you will be able to get the details out of him.
I must also ask your forgiveness for my dreadful conduct in leaving you like this. The truth is, I am in love with a man named Costis, a groom in your stables. We had planned to run away, but my father pulled me unwillingly into his scheme before we could manage it. Costis was able to acquire the letters just this morning. As I have been freed from my father, we are now off to live our own lives.
I said above that this is my wedding gift to you. Of course, as we are no longer getting married, I do not give it to you as a wife to her husband. Instead, I offer this to my King, who is also now free to be with the witch he loves.
With hope for a long and happy life with your queen,
Eveline
Dorian wasn’t sure if he was breathing. He rubbed at his eyes, skimmed over the message again and again, making sure it was real and not some figment of his overwrought imagination. Passing it to Chaol, he ordered him to arrest Frey. And then he found Manon in the crowd and ran to her.
Her face held a million questions, but there was no time. They’d waited long enough. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her. After a second’s hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. He thought he heard someone yelling but it faded away, just like everything else around them.
The world, his world, was here in his arms. That’s all that mattered.
When they broke apart, the chapel had quieted down. Manon opened her eyes slowly, as if coming out of a trance. “Marry me, witchling,” Dorian said, letting his wild grin take over his face. “Not today. I want our friends with us. But please, will you marry me? Be my queen? The only one I’ve ever wanted.”
Manon began to laugh, and the sound of her joy was like a balm to his heart, repairing all the cracks and pieces that had broken off in the past months.
“Please,” he repeated. “If you want me to beg, I will.”
She laughed again before cupping his face in her hands and nodding. “Yes. I will marry you, princeling.”
Some of the guests began cheering, others were still reeling by the turn of events. Chaol and Yrene were next to them, hugging Glennis.
Dorian turned to see Lord Frey in shackles, being hauled off by the royal guard. A glance to Chaol told him they still had one other person to deal with. Signaling to his remaining guard and Manon’s sentinels, he walked to where Fennick still stood, an expression of deepest insult on the prince’s face.
“Fennick Whitethorn, you are under arrest for plotting to overthrow Adarlan,” Dorian said. Manon looked between him and Fennick, speechless with shock.
The male was stricken with outrage. “What? What the hell are you talking about? When I return to Doranelle, this will not be forgotten! Sellene will not stand for this!”
“I suspect Queen Sellene is not aware of what you’ve been up to,” Dorian countered, noticing Ruben enter the chapel. His valet waved a stack of papers for Dorian to see. Dorian nodded and motioned for Chaol to fetch them. To Manon, he explained, “Eveline found proof that our good friend Fennick was paying Lord Frey to carry out this sham. He wanted me out of the way to pursue you.”
Manon’s eyes narrowed and he saw the anger and embarrassment rise in her like a flood. It was a level of rage he’d never seen on her before. And hoped to never see again.
She turned and glared up at Fennick. He immediately began accusing Eveline and Lord Frey of lying, accusing Dorian of making it up to escape the wedding. But she said nothing, just watched him grow more pathetic as he spouted increasingly ridiculous excuses. When he had nothing left to say, Manon cocked her arm and punched him in the face, sending him shuffling back and twirling around before he thudded to the floor, unconscious. Her witches picked him up and dragged him out, following the royal guard to the dungeon.
*****
After an abbreviated un-wedding dinner, Manon walked with Dorian to the top of the king’s tower, past her guest rooms to the suite she would now be sharing with him. There was much to be discussed and worked out. While their marriage would be a good alliance for both kingdoms, compromises would have to be made. Including, Manon informed him, splitting their time between the two capitols.
Dorian had agreed before she even got all the words out. “I don’t care where we are, as long as we’re together.”
“We can’t be together all the time,” she said, trying to be sensible as she stood before him, staring in wonder at his proximity, listening to his heartbeat. He was taking his time pulling the pins from her hair, one by one. Manon wasn’t sure if sensible was possible right now. The heartache of the last six months, the explosive revelations of hours ago, she exhaled and let it all go, as if the winds could carry it away across the sea. Right here, right now, it was just them. Sensible talk about kingdoms and politics could wait.
“I beg to differ,” he said, reaching around her head for a pin. The movement brought him blessedly closer.
“There you go again,” she purred. “Begging.”
Her hair was free of pins and he began to undo the braid, letting it fall through his fingers. “Only for you, witchling.”
She continued to watch him, getting lost in the perfect smile that hadn’t left his face in hours. When Manon reached up and ran her fingers over his dimpled cheek, he made a little gasp and turned his attention from her hair. “You said last night that I don’t belong to you, but you belong to me,” she said.
“I did.” His smile faded, his voice a deep whisper.
“You were wrong. I am yours and yours only. There is no one else I would give myself to.”
Dorian took her face in both hands and kissed her, and she felt his smile return. “Only you.”
Clutching her hand, he led her to the bed where they took their time undressing each other. She lay back on the bed, losing herself to the charged heat of his touch, the soft fullness of his lips.
“Only you,” she murmured, feeling his mouth curl up against the inside of her thigh.
Dorian took his time, for they had that now. Time to tease and caress every inch of her, time to nip at her ears, time to shift her hips to sink deeper inside her, leaving her breathless and needy for more. And after an eternity where he sent her spinning over the edge again and again, he joined her, calling out her name as if it were his home.
When their euphoria faded, Dorian fell onto the bed next to her, pulling her close as they fought to catch their breath. “And you say I’m the one who always begs,” he teased.
They slept in the next morning, not getting out of bed until almost noon when Ruben knocked and demanded they eat something. There were other things to see to, guests to say goodbye to, and then finally, that night after dinner, Manon and Dorian went to the dungeons.
The second Lord Frey saw them, he dropped to his knees. “Please, Your Majesty. I only wanted the money to rebuild my estate. I never intended to bring about war. Please, please …”
Manon was surprised by the sudden turn. Just yesterday at the ceremony, he’d been trying to urge his allies to stand in support of him, ultimately resorting to screamed threats that had the opposite effect. And now, he was on his knees, pleading for his life.
“You’re accused of treason, Frey,” Dorian said. The man flinched at the loss of his title. “If you really want to continue confessing, be my guest. But you may want to wait for a judge.”
The man shook his head, befuddled. “You … you’re not going to hang me?”
This man had almost destroyed their lives, bringing Adarlan to the brink of civil war. Dorian had every right to punish him harshly. They’d discussed how to handle these interrogations over dinner, though they had not expected it would be this easy. It seemed that Frey was a coward at heart and had been a poor choice of conspirators for Fennick.
Dorian said, “I won’t hang you. If you tell me why.”
Frey heaved a sigh of relief, though he had the sense to still look nervous. “Before the war, Duke Perrington forced me to help fund some of his work at Morath.” At Dorian’s dubious look, he added, “I swear I did not know who he truly was then. I was acting in the best interest of my kingdom and my holdings. But … he bled me dry, offering promises of future reward that never came. And then he was revealed to be Erawan, leaving Adarlan devastated. I had enough in my vault to maintain appearances, but nothing more. Prince Fennick approached me earlier this year with an offer that would allow me to regain my former wealth. I was to stir up dislike for you and get support from other nobles, enough to pose a credible threat to your throne. When talk of rebellion grew to a boiling point, I would demand you marry my daughter. Her hand in exchange for appeasing your enemies.”
“And what was your payment?” Manon asked.
“Gold,” Frey said simply. She arched an eyebrow in a silent demand for more, and he sank miserably onto the floor. “And the promise that when an heir was born, the king would be eliminated, leaving me as regent.”
The gold was expected. But the threat of assassination came as a shock. Dorian was speechless, trying to process how close they’d come to ruin. Frey eyed him, fearful that the earlier proposal to spare him from hanging would be dismissed.
“What did he stand to gain?” Manon continued. Frey seemed oblivious to the fact that he would be installed as a puppet. Or, more likely, set up as Dorian’s killer and disposed of himself.
“Prince Fennick would be able to marry you. He told me all about how the two of you met during the war.” At Manon’s surprise, the man hesitated. “He said that he had fallen in love with you, that you were his mate. But you were attached to King Dorian. He believed the only chance he stood was to have the king removed from the mix.”
Manon and Dorian said nothing as they stared at each other. Frey returned to begging for his life, mistaking their silence for anger at the dark depths of the scheme. He was still calling out to them for mercy as they left him with a guard.
When they reached Fennick’s cell further down the dank passageway, they found the fae stretched out lazily on a cot. His eyes were closed, and something about the scene made Manon’s temper boil to the surface. Dorian cleared his throat, and the fae could no longer pretend they weren’t there. He stood and looked between her and Dorian.
She’d thought perhaps Fennick might still be projecting the indignant fury of the night before, or something worse. But he wore the same confident expression he’d had when she first met him.
“I wasn’t lying about that woman I loved. Mortals are fickle. And they die so easily.”
It was directed at Manon, but Dorian asked, “Was that a threat?” She knew he was keeping his magic on a tight leash, but the air still crackled with it.
Fennick huffed a laugh, ignoring the question and Dorian. “Immortals such as you and I should not debase ourselves by associating with humans. Maeve and I rarely saw eye to eye, but the restrictions she placed on who could settle in Doranelle were something on which we could agree.”
“It seems to me your human was the smart one,” Manon said, somehow controlling the urge to maul him. “Escaping your clutches was the best thing that could have happened to her.”
He grinned at her, his sharp canines flashing, a glint of malice in his eyes. “Who said she escaped me?”
Here was the male she’d been worried they might find, the one kept hidden under the fancy clothes and courtly manners. The one who thought he could take their kingdoms as his own.
“So, you hate humans?” Dorian asked, lightly. “That’s what this is all about?”
Fennick finally turned to acknowledge him. “I don’t particularly care for them. But no, Your Majesty, that’s not what this is about.” Dorian’s title came out of his mouth as a sneer. “I had just as much right to Maeve’s throne as any Whitethorn. To simply hand it to Sellene, as if it were some cheap trinket to be tossed at whoever stood nearest was a disgrace.”
“We had nothing to do with that,” Manon said.
“True,” Fennick agreed. “But there were no other kingdoms as vulnerable as yours. Or as valuable, what with all that gold you have hidden in the Wastes. The Witch Kingdom was the perfect place to start.”
Manon growled at the insult, but Dorian asked, “Start what?”
“My rule,” he said simply. To Manon, he added, “Having you at my side was to an extra reward. I understand the valg king wanted you for his queen. I must confess, that piqued my interest.”
She shuddered at the mention of Erawan. It brought back memories of the way his eyes would crawl over her, possessive and hungry. The valg king had planned to keep her as his own. Much like this fae.
Dorian’s restraint was reaching its limit and the air felt suddenly cooler. His voice was just as icy as he asked, “Rule what?”
“Everything.” The word was slick, as if coated in venom.
Something had changed in Fennick’s manner with the confession. Gone were the handsome features and polite way of speaking. Locked in a cell, his hair disheveled and clothing dirty, he looked like a different creature. She’d known fae could be feral, animalistic. She’d experienced it, barely survived it. But watching him speak these words, Manon wondered if she’d truly ever seen the transformation before.
“You searched for a desperate Adarlan noble,” she said, “one with a marriageable daughter, one who could be paid off to extort the king. All to force Dorian into an arranged marriage, seduce me to steal my kingdom, then kill him for his. Do I have it right?”
Fennick’s eyes narrowed on Dorian and he grinned. “The seduction part is right, at least.”
Manon flew at him, her iron nails extended and desperate for blood. Bars or not, she wanted to scratch the bastard’s eyes from their sockets. But Dorian grabbed her by the waist and held her back. She struggled against him briefly before calming down. When he let go of her, she still shook with the desire to hurt the male. This fae prince had truly thought he could conquer Erilea? She wanted to scream in his face that he was a fool. But she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to bring more attention to how close he’d come to setting his plan in motion. And to her own foolishness. She’d let this monster touch her, dance with her. She’d pitied him when he deserved nothing but revulsion.
Dorian stepped up to the cell door, eyeing Fennick with a sly smile. “It’s funny that you think you could try to play us against each other.”
The male shrugged, unconcerned. “It was worth a shot. You are only human.”
“I may only be human,” Dorian said, “but I have something you don’t.”
Instantly, Fennick was slammed backwards by invisible hands, thrown up against the grimy stone wall and held there. He tried to speak but couldn’t. Somehow, Dorian had cut off his voice. The male’s eyes bulged in rage.
Manon watched Fennick struggle against Dorian’s magic, her enjoyment of the spectacle growing with each vein that popped out on the male’s neck. Speaking to Dorian, she mused, “Do you think he’s even a prince?”
“From his branch of the family? The one even Maeve ignored?” Dorian taunted. “No, I doubt it. And Sellene certainly played no part in this. He’s here on his own, likely without a coin to his name.”
“That reminds me,” Manon said, turning back to Fennick. “Your intricate plan had at least two big flaws,” she said. “Your reliance on using the Witch Kingdom’s gold was misguided, I’m afraid. The gold we have is mostly still in the ground, unrefined, and worth next to nothing. And your pathetic attempts to seduce me and make me think we might be mates …” She trailed off, swallowing the bile that had risen in her throat at the words. “My mate stands beside me now,” she said, feeling Dorian’s gaze settle on her. Whatever connection they shared, whether it was love or something more, they were mates in each other’s eyes.
Fennick had gone still, a silent, malevolent rage simmering off him. She glanced at Dorian, who loosened his magical hold and let the fae drop to the floor in a heap.
Jumping up, Fennick sprang towards the bars holding him in, teeth bared, his hands reaching out to strike her. Dorian had them shielded. And when his fists were repelled by nothing but air, Fennick screamed. “You bitch! You don’t know-” The fae was thrown back against the wall, his voice cut off again.
“I’ve heard enough,” Dorian said, his face twisted as he struggled to control his magic so as not to kill the male.
Before they left, Manon said, “A messenger has been sent to Sellene, outlining all you’ve done and what you will be charged with. If she asks for you back to throw in her own cells, we may oblige.” When he didn’t seem to care, she added, “And a messenger was sent north to Terrasen. I’m sure Rowan will be interested in hearing about what you’ve done using the family name.” For the first time, real fear flashed across Fennick’s face. Manon smiled, wicked and slow. “You’re right to fear him,” she said. “But I fought with Sellene in the war. She is just as fearsome as Rowan. Why do you think they made her queen?”
By the time they walked back past Frey’s cell, it had been emptied of its prisoner. In exchange for his promise of testimony, he’d been moved to a cleaner section of the dungeons. And when they started up the twisting stairs, Dorian released his magic. They heard a thud and a string of loud curses.
Manon was silent as they came out into a room just off the main entrance hall. Even though she never fell for Fennick’s advances, had never come close to letting things progress in that direction, she’d excused his behavior. The fact that he’d marked her as a fool, marked her kingdom as vulnerable, marked Dorian for death, left her dizzy with guilt and fear. While Glennis and Yrene were happy to be proven right about him, Manon felt adrift, as if her instincts had abandoned her.
“It’s not your fault, you know,” Dorian said, motioning the steward over to them. She didn’t hear what he requested.
“I know. But it feels as though it is.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I was duped as much as you were. Thank the gods for Eveline and Costis.”
“Yes,” Manon agreed. “I wonder where they will end up?”
A boy returned bearing two heavy cloaks. Dorian took them and smiled. “I don’t know. But we should find them and send them a wedding gift.”
He draped a cloak over her shoulders and put the other one across his own. Clasping her hand, he led her out of the castle and in the direction of the stables. Abraxos stretched his long neck and arched his back at the first sight of them, excited for their late visit. Manon hugged Dorian tight, thanking him for knowing exactly what she needed at the exact right time. They climbed into the saddle and with a whoop from his rider, Abraxos took off into the star filled night.
***
The following summer in Rifthold, after a week of festivities that brought the Terrasen Queen and her entire court, the Queen of the Western Wastes, the future Emperor and Empress of the Southern Continent, the newly crowned King of Wendlyn, the Queen of Doranelle, and other royalty from across Erilea, Dorian and Manon were finally married.
That night, after the ceremony, as they lay in bed pointing out familiar constellations that had been painted on the ceiling of the royal suite, Dorian pulled a package from the bedside table. Silently, he presented it to his queen. Manon took it, bemused and unable to tell what was under the wrapping. When she tore it off and opened the box, she found a beautiful, leather-bound book.
Stamped in gold lettering on the cover were their names, Manon and Dorian.
“Is this the same …?” She trailed off, knowing the answer before finishing the question.
Dorian shook his head. “No, but Glennis told me about the one you got. I thought we should have our own. Open it.”
She flipped through and found some of the pages in the beginning already filled in. There was a family tree for each of them. Dorian’s included Chaol, Yrene, and Josie. And Manon traced her fingers over the names of the parents she’d never met, and the sisters she had lost.
Then a page titled How We Met. It was mostly blank, except for where Dorian had written
She saved me.
Manon stared at it for a long moment. Then suddenly, she jumped out of bed and went to his desk. After a moment of searching, she found a pen and bottle of ink. Underneath his words, she wrote
He saved me too.
Over the years, the book was carried back and forth between Adarlan and the Witch Kingdom, never leaving the possession of the King and Queen. Its pages were filled with memories, happy and sad. Memories of theirs and of others. Births, deaths.
And when the book was passed on to their daughter, she read her parents love for her and each other in every word. For they were lucky. Rhiannon’s parents were a love match, and she’d promised them she wouldn’t settle for anything less.
The end.
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