#{ But that will have to wait until I find them some proper face claims. }

[promiscxous]

{ It's time to say hello to the parentals for the Yumishi siblings! And yes, that's right, you count four parents. Two sets. Why? Because the Yumishi family is actually very convoluted compared to most normal families. }

{ First off we have Lucifer, who can be found over on @resxntmxnt once I get everything settled, as the biological father of both Myth (who is also over at @resxntmxnt) and Rain (who's over at @negligxnce). He is the ruler of Meikai no Ryōiki, also commonly referred to as the Realm of the Underworld, altering his original seraphic genetics with dark magic to turn himself into a being known solely as the Demon Lord, yet due to having originally been a seraph, he possesses the ability to shapeshift. Lucifer was the original lover of Kisuyo Yumishi, happening upon her by sheer chance within Seikatsu no Ryōiki, also known as the Realm of the Living (aka the human world), one day when she was being attacked by a group of humans that believed her to be the leader of a cultist group (due to the fact she is heavily religious while the mortals of Seikatsu no Ryōiki have no religion/do not believe in religion of any sort); and despite Lucifer's reputation of being a cruel and mischievous being, he went out of his way to rescue her by slaughtering the humans responsible for her injuries.

Once certain that she was safe, Lucifer began to tend to her wounds with his magic, trying to keep conversation to a minimum though this did not last long due to Kisuyo's curious nature, leading for Lucifer and Kisuyo to eventually develop a strong bond for one another — thus resulting in the birth of Myth and Rain. Yet despite this, Lucifer did not stick around for his lover nor his children and ended up returning to Meikai no Ryōiki, leaving Kisuyo with two children to care for all on her own due to the fact that Kisuyo would not be able to survive within Meikai no Ryōiki. He is devastated by the news of Kisuyo's death.

Secondly we have Michael, who can be found over at @anxmosxty once everything is settled over there, as the biological father of Koui and Yuuela (who is also over at @anxmosxty). He is the ruler of Serafu no Ryōiki, also commonly referred to as the Realm of the Seraph, proudly taking his duties as a seraph to heart, earning him the title of Head Angel by those within Serafu no Ryōiki and as a seraph, he possesses the ability to shapeshift. Michael is the second lover of Kisuyo Yumishi, though unlike Lucifer who was willing to care for her, Michael instead was disgusted with her and the fact she had two children with a man she wasn't married to, often pretending to seem kindhearted towards the woman only to judge her in secret. The only reason he would actively spend time with her every day was because of a rumor he'd overheard from the other seraphs about a woman who had given birth to a pair of twins that possessed unnatural abilities for human children, thus he took every chance he could to get close to her and her boys. Though during his time with Kisuyo, he soon discovers that despite all the reticule she receives from the mortals within Seikatsu no Ryōiki, she stills holds tightly to her faith in the Goddess, which in turn makes Michael begin to view Kisuyo in a different light.

Within time, Michael realizes he's fallen in love with Kisuyo, thus resulting in the births of Koui and Yuuela. Unlike Lucifer, Michael is consistent with his daily visits to spend time with his children and Kisuyo, even going out of his way to treat Myth and Rain as his own. Though, once word gets out that the woman from the rumors has had two more children with unnatural abilities and has her identity revealed, Michael stops visiting Kisuyo and her children out of fear of being casted out of Serafu no Ryōiki by the current Goddess, Heiliger, once she discovers that the children born are a forbidden species known as hybrids — constituted of a law that forbids other species from breeding with anyone other than their respective species — and have a contract placed on their heads to be exterminated as soon as possible alongside their mother. He is devastated by the news of Kisuyo's death.

Third we have Kisuyo Yumishi, who can be found here, as the biological mother of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela. She is a resident of the more olden timed area of Seikatsu no Ryōiki (because Seikatsu no Ryōiki is home to a more olden timed section and a more modern timed section of the realm for those who prefer the more technologically advanced lifestyle or those who prefer the more dated lifestyle), also known as the Realm of the Living, and is presumed to be a human woman by those within the world of Mir Ender. In reality, Kisuyo is actually the daughter of the Goddess, The Sacred One, thus making her a demi-god and serves as a vessel for the Goddess' will within the various realms of Mir Ender. Despite not seeming to possess any abilities, she can actually see the future and share her sight with The Sacred One, but doing so requires a lot of angelic energy and can overwhelm her senses thus why she wears a black cloth over her eyes, leading many to believe that she is blind. Kisuyo is the third oldest child of The Sacred One, being the younger sister of Oizys (the Archfiend of Melancholy), the older sister of Adios (the Saint of Humility), and the older sister of Sophrosyne (the Saint of Temperance), meanwhile Adephagia is the Archfiend of Gluttony. Each of said sisters possessing a mortal name for their travels among the other realms: Adios known as Oka, Sophrosyne known as Maleia, and Adephagia being known as Kisuyo. Oizys is the only one of the sister's to not possess a mortal name out of disinterest in hiding her true identity, thus her sisters simply call her by the name "El" within Seikatsu no Ryōiki among mortals.

Before having her children, Kisuyo was sent to live within Seikatsu no Ryōiki by The Sacred One in order glean how the mortals were fairing in their daily lives, making gathering intel much easier so The Sacred One can make the lives of her residents easier if need be by sending one of her daughters to assist the morals in their true forms (and not as "mortals"). During her time within Seikatsu no Ryōiki, Kisuyo plays the role of a devote worshiper to The Sacred One, serving as a shrine maiden at the Holy Chruch of Heiliger, additionally teaching her children about her religion and convincing them to believe as well. After being abandon by both of her lovers, Kisuyo is then hunted down by an assassin and is killed in front of her children while on their way to the Holy Church of Heiliger for their daily worship, though she does not actually die due to being a demi-god and instead is simply comatose for a time being (until Oizys is able to retrieve her body and awaken her), yet this is unbeknownst to her children who believe she was murdered.

Lastly we have Sire, who can be found over at @prurixncy once everything is settled there, as the biological "mother" of Nikusui (who is also over at @prurixncy) and Inori (who is over at @vxinglxry). You're probably wondering why I said "mother" and not mother. Well, that's because Sire isn't actually a woman in her true form, but is instead a man and said man is Lucifer. Yes, that's right. I said Lucifer. The man I talked about all the way at the top of the post. That Lucifer. Myth and Rain's dad, Lucifer. Demon Lord Lucifer. The one and the same. "Why the hell would Lucifer become a woman to have two children?" Because he blames Michael for the death of Kisuyo and wanted to get back at him for taking away the only woman he loved so dearly, just like Michael believes that Lucifer is the one who took Kisuyo away from him. The both of them believe that the other is responsible for the death of Kisuyo. Why? Because they are both sworn enemies and have always been at odds ever since the incident involving The Sacred One and The Twelve Saints of The Sacred One/The Twelve Heavenly Virtues due to the fact they were both present at the time. The incident that caused The Sacred One to fall into a catatonic state and the divide of The Twelve Heavenly Virtues, which in turn also created the false Goddess known as The Forsaken One and The Seven Archfiends of The Forsaken One. Lucifer and Michael don't trust one another and know that the other would be more than willing to do anything to take away the other's happiness if they could. And yes, they're both aware they fell in love with the same woman.

Basically, Lucifer decides that the best way to exact his revenge on Michael is to become a woman that he can trust and love and become so deeply intertwined with that he simply can't live without her. And that is exactly what happens. Lucifer becomes Sire and acts as a beacon of hope for Michael while he secretly (because he can't let anyone know he was involved with Kisuyo) mourns the lost of his lover and the inevitable loss of his children (since they're being hunted). Sire becomes Michael's crutch. And during a moment of weakness, Sire repeatedly takes advantage of Michael's desperation for his deceased lover, resulting in the births of Nikusui and Inori. Though much like he did with Myth and Rain, he takes Michael's new children away from him and leaves them with Warwick, someone that worships and follows Lucifer, to raise the girls in secret — leaving Michael alone once more to fester about the disappearances of his new children and lover. Only later in time does Michael discover that Sire was Lucifer in disguise. }

{ So if all of you have gotten past all of that, it's time to tell you the exact relations of everyone within the Yumishi family in case you're confused. So here were go!

Lucifer and Kisuyo are the biological parents of Myth and Rain.

Michael and Kisuyo are the biological parents of Koui and Yuuela.

Michael and Sire (aka Lucifer's female form) are the biological parents of Nikusui and Inori.

Kisuyo is the biological daughter of The Sacred One, the absolute Goddess of the world of Mir Ender.

Kisuyo is the younger sister of Oizys, the Archfiend of Melancholy.

Kisuyo is the older sister of Adios and Sophrosyne, the Saints of Humility and Temperance.

Oizys, Adios, and Sophrosyne are all the biological aunts of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela. They are the adoptive aunts of Nikusui and Inori due to the fact neither Lucifer/Sire or Michael are related to The Sacred One.

Myth and Rain are biological brothers (twins).

Koui and Yuuela are biological brother and sister.

Nikusui and Inori are biological sisters.

Myth is the biological half-brother of Koui and Yuuela.

Rain is the biological half-brother of Koui and Yuuela.

Koui is the biological half-brother of Myth and Rain.

Yuuela is the biological half-sister of Myth and Rain.

Nikusui is the biological half-sister of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela.

Inori is the biological half-sister of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela.

Warwick is the adoptive father of Nikusui and Inori.

Warwick is the adoptive uncle of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela.

The Sacred One is the grandmother of Myth, Rain, Koui, and Yuuela. She is the adoptive grandmother of Nikusui and Inori.

[penkura]

Scared of Doctors anon again.

I now raise you: Law during his time at Punk Hazard finding y/n while they're still a subject.

Honestly I have too many thoughts about this. It's helping me wait for the dub to come out

Such good ideas though, omg. I'm thinking and more is coming to me for this, it's such a good prompt. There's so many ways it could go!

But for now...

Law had not intended to save you when he came to Punk Hazard. He had a plan, one that would hopefully bring down this Devil Fruit factory and help him get his revenge, it didn't include meeting and getting to know you little by little in the time he was there. You had run into Law by accident when trying to escape, making him curious about what was going on.

You look scared when you first run into him, having turned a corner abruptly and colliding with the young doctor, asking him for help.

"Please, help me get out of here!"

"What?"

There's a fear in your eyes he doesn't like seeing, while you grip his coat tightly and plead with Law to save you, somehow. He knew Caesar was conducting experiments, obviously with the SMILE fruit and everything, but he didn't know the extent, and now he's more curious seeing you.

You look perfectly fine and healthy, there doesn't seem to be a reason why you should be afraid of anything. Most of the people that Law has seen through the lab are willing participants, or they've been bribed by Caesar with something for him to use them. You don't seem to fit either bill, unless there's something hidden that even he can't see.

But his powers should tell him, right? The brief scan he does shows nothing is wrong, though he can see some kind of drugs in your system. He'd have to do his own testing to figure out what they are and what they're for, but you're interrupted by Monet a moment later.

"Oh, I see you've met our oldest patient, doctor."

Law's concerns grow when you immediately remove your hands from him, looking towards the ground with more fear than before. Monet explains you'd been sick with a highly deadly virus three years ago before she and Caesar took you in, away from your home and family, and have been working ever since to find a cure. He watches as you back away bit by bit, turning more into yourself and apologizing, before turning around and running back where you'd come from. When he asks Monet at the illness was, she beats around the bush and doesn't give a straight answer, Law knows something is wrong with this situation but he's not in a position to figure out what it is.

Not until the Straw Hats and the Navy show up anyway. The distractions provided by them allow him the time to find you again, though you still seem fearful of him. He holds his hands up where you can see them, making you tilt your head.

"I won't hurt you. I won't touch you at all. I can use my powers to see about your illness."

"...why bother? I'm gonna die anyway."

How strange, to hear words he'd said so long ago said to his own face, but in such a different situation. After Law explains how his Devil Fruit powers work, you consent to letting him do a proper Scan, and you're confused when he tells you there's no sign of any illnesses in your body. He still sees those drugs in your system, but he doesn't have the time to check what they are yet.

"We're going to destroy this place. You'll have to come with me if you want answers from Caesar."

You really don't know if you should trust him or not, he hasn't given you much of a reason not to apart from being a doctor, like Caesar and Monet had claimed to be. Your voice is shaky when you ask Law if he promises to find out what happened, and when he does, you're almost crying as you nod. Law lets you take his hand, once you've calmed down and agreed to go with him, he starts to lead you to a safer area.

"I won't let anything happen to you, all right? Not until we get you the answers you need."

For some reason, you decide to trust him.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

can you pls do some human viking klaus content🙏

Human!Viking Klaus M. HC’s

Thank you to everyone who gave me recommendations for a name for Klaus’ sword, a lot of them were things from HotD including the Dragons names for some reason but IMO Drogon would be an awesome sword name😆 In the end I took a few words from names given and went with it

•Niklaus is a huge show off for Y/n from the first moment they met as children and it only gets worse as they grow older

•It used to be things like how he was faster than the other boys or stronger, or how much farther he could swim but as they grew he got more and more bold when showing off. He grew into a great swordsman and showed off while dueling Elijah who showed off for Tatia himself, until Mikael came along anyway

•Niklaus always loved to show Y/n his paintings from the time he was a boy and she marveled at them, especially as they got better and better the older they got

•Y/n would often find him different colored flowers when she traveled to other villages with her father, he loved how she thought of him and got a kick out of her bringing him flowers

•Y/n’s parents, Harald and Elli, loved Niklaus and her father was more than happy with the idea of the boy marrying her if he could get the guts to ask for her hand which he eventually did

•His father hated the idea of the two of them together as she was a beautiful girl, untainted, well behaved and the daughter of a strong, rich and important Viking (that Mikael seemed to have a bit of a man crush on). Mikael considered it a waste, Niklaus having her which is why he attempted to get Finn to court Y/n instead, it was a huge relief to both Klaus and Y/n that Finn had absolutely no interest in that

•Niklaus and Finn covered for each other, pretending to be with each others girls so that Niklaus could spend time with Y/n and Finn could be with Sage who both Mikael and Esther hated

•Niklaus loved that his future wife wasn’t the prim and proper Viking girl that everyone seemed to dream of for some strange reason and he found himself entertained when she did unladylike things such as his love tripping Tatia in the village once for flirting with him. According to Y/n she was clear to the beautiful girl about how her face wouldn’t be beautiful much longer if she kept up her flirting with not just Niklaus, but anyone other than Elijah if she was serious about the kind man that Y/n already considered her big brother (Elijah never told her how much it had meant to him but he adored her for it upon realizing that Tatia had stopped flirting with other men that very day)

It was a welcome change from Niklaus constantly ‘staking his claim’ on his girl whenever a new man took a liking to her, though Niklaus knew she loved how jealous her strong Viking man was when it came to any other man so much as looking at her too long

•Niklaus had been trying to find the right time to ask Harald to marry her for a long time, however he was nervous. While he knew that her father liked him, he still had his doubts and worries that he would say “no”, especially if he had spoken to Mikael who Niklaus knew didn’t want him and Y/n together. It wasn’t until Kol told him of one of his friends older brothers who had taken a liking to his girl in the last few weeks now that she was 16 and officially old enough to marry (in her fathers eyes since technically she had been able to marry since she was 12 but both Harald and Elli refused). As soon as Kol had told him of the conversation he had heard between his friend and his older brother Joran, Niklaus was running down the path to Y/n’s home.

‘Niklaus! Where are you off to so quickly, son?’ He hadn’t even had to announce himself, finding Harald outside, sharpening his sword.

‘I was hoping for a word with you sir, if you’ve got a moment?’ He looked up from the blade with a knowing smirk on his face and Niklaus knew, he knew her father knew exactly why he’s here.

‘Of course, my boy. Been waiting quite some time for this conversation, I was sure it was coming. You actually took longer than I expected. Go ahead.’ He couldn’t say he was shocked, Niklaus knew Harald was aware of his feelings but he also knew that Niklaus would never do anything to harm or dishonor his daughter so he didn’t seem to worry about him being around her. Unlike most fathers who would be concerned about idiot boys wanting nothing more than to get under their daughters skirts, Harald knew that Niklaus would never touch his baby girl while they are unwed (at least no more than the hand holding they had already done that had his baby girl blushing up a storm for the rest of the evening after they had parted the first time). Niklaus would never put a stain on her name like the one that Tatia carries around since spreading her legs for a man who abandoned her the moment she learned about the baby. Her father also knew that even if something happened between them, Niklaus would never leave Y/n alone, he could see how much the boy loved his daughter and no matter what happened, that’s all he wanted for his baby girl.

‘Sir…I love your daughter…I love her and I-I want to a-ask you for her h-hand.’ He took a deep breath, trying to calm his stuttering before continuing. ‘I admit, I don’t have much but I can provide for her every day. I will take care of her, and our children, as many as she will give me, I will keep them safe and not a day will go by that your daughter and grandchildren won’t know how much they are loved…I’m asking you to please, allow me to marry your daughter?’

Harald stared back at Niklaus for several long moments before his face broke out into a grin and he turned his head towards his home. ‘Y/n! There’s a man here that’s asked for your hand and I’ve said “yes”! Come meet your husband!’

‘What?! Father! I have told you I-‘ Y/n was cut off as she turned the corner to see her best friend staring back at her with a hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for her reaction. While it is her fathers prerogative to marry her to whoever he chooses, if Y/n didn’t want him then he would, of course, retract his proposal. However it didn’t seem like he needed to as she charged him and leapt up into his arms with a grin and contagious laughter. ‘I didn’t think you would ever do it, I’ve been waiting months!’ She glared, fake anger on her sweet face.

‘My apologies, Princess, I will never make you wait again. You’re all mine now.’

•It was actually later that very same day that Joran came to speak to Y/n’s father only to find Niklaus with his arms wrapped around her as they discussed the feast for their wedding, knowing it needed to be large as the party would probably go on well into the night (whether they were there or not)

•The idiot actually waited until Y/n was alone and tried to sway her from her wedding with Niklaus. He tried making a case that he was his Fathers oldest son while Niklaus was just a middle child, he tried getting her to believe he was the stronger of the two of them and that he could protect her better. Y/n couldn’t be swayed in any way and it wasn’t a moment after he realized that that he found himself sprawled out on the ground with his nose gushing blood and a smirking Niklaus standing over him ‘The next time you come anywhere near my wife, a bloody nose will be the least of your concerns…get out of my sight.’

•Niklaus’ siblings were all very excited about him getting married, especially Rebekah who was thrilled to be about to have a sister. Elijah, Finn and Kol all helped Klaus in building their home for his wife as a wedding gift and his parents were immediately unhappy that their new home was both, bigger than theirs (a home that they had forced 6 children to live in their entire lives) and closer to Y/n’s parents than to them

•From the moment Elli found out Niklaus had asked Harald for her daughters hand she was on his ass about children, ‘Neither of you are getting any younger.’ ‘Her prime child bearing years are right now, so you had best get started, Niklaus.’ ‘I will watch my grand babies all the time, that way you’ll have plenty of time to make me more.’ He loved how excited she was for them to have children but she was behaving like she wanted them yesterday, he can’t even start trying until they’re married but his soon to be mother in law didn’t seem to care, both of Y/n’s parents however adored Niklaus and he was happy for it and enjoyed them treating him better than his own parents ever had

•On the day of their wedding all of their families were in attendance as well as most of the village (who were mostly just there for the feast and drinking). Niklaus watched his bride approach him for the last time as an unmarried women, a wreath of flowers on her head that Rebekah had made for her (with the help of Henrik who picked most of them knowing the small purple flowers were Niklaus’ favorite to paint with) and for the first time without the Kransen that usually adorned her head. He knew she will have saved it, as her mother had done for her, for their future daughter once she was old enough and the thought made his heart swell, making him that much more desperate to fill his wife with his babies

•During the wedding ceremony Niklaus was shocked when Harald presented him with a Long Sword. It was a double edged heavy iron sword inlaid with silver on the handle, the handle was wrapped with soft leather and the pommel was heavy silver with 2 runes carved into it, one for Protection and one for Blessings. Niklaus was stunned by this gift, he had been taught to wield a sword obviously, however the one he had always used was his fathers. Niklaus never thought he would be able to afford a sword like this (a sword that he and Y/n had later decided to call BloodScythe), he had plans to get his own for his family’s protection of course, but this sword is very clearly worth more than he had ever seen in one place.

In that moment, he couldn’t help it, he began to doubt that this marriage was a good idea. Even if he knew the money meant nothing to him, he would have to find a way to keep his father from being a problem and he had never succeeded at that in his own life.

Niklaus had known that Y/n’s father was well off, it was half the reason Mikael hadn’t wanted Niklaus to wed Y/n but rather Finn, who would be much more willing to take care of his parents or even just give them money from the dowry that Harald would pay for her. Niklaus did not yet know how much silver it was that they were getting and while that money was technically Y/n’s even after the wedding, he knew that she would give it to him as the one who handled the money. Mikael was the kind of man who believed that every ounce of silver, gold and piece of jewelry belonged to the man of the house to do with as he pleased, which is why he knew he could manipulate Finn into “letting him handle” Harald’s money from both the dowry and the inheritance once the couple passed since Y/n was their only heir.

Niklaus had a suspicion that that’s the reason Elli was so desperate for him to fill her daughter with babies. Y/n’s mother had nearly died in childbirth and after that Harald forbid her from even trying for more children, not willing to lose his wife when they already had a perfect baby girl, even if that meant never having a son of his own. Niklaus found his respect for Harald growing instantly upon hearing that fact, all men were desperate for a son to pass their name onto, to teach to fight and hunt and even Niklaus himself desperately wanted a son, but Harald loved his wife so much that he was willing to give up on that dream to ensure she did not suffer…it was something that Niklaus knew Mikael would never do, regardless of how many sons he already has.

He had found himself wondering on more than one occasion if he would do the same, if he would give up on having a son, or any more children than one daughter if it’s what he needed to do to save Y/n’s life and he knew he would without a doubt

‘I am giving you my child, she will be under your roof and under your protection. As I give you my daughter I gift you this sword, that you will always care for her, keep her safe and whole, and protect the children she bares you. I am trusting you, Niklaus.’ He was floored by his now father in laws words and he found himself holding the tears back at the idea of Y/n’s father believing in him. The firm look on the man’s face showed Niklaus how serious he was in his words and he knew in that moment he would honor his promise, Niklaus would die if it meant his wife and children were safe, of that he was positive

‘Thank you for your trust. I give you my word, I will love and protect your daughter for the rest of my days. I will use this sword to defend our home, defend her honor and defend our family. I will use it to teach my sons to do the same and I will ensure my children never know a moment of suffering…not at my hands or anyone else’s.’ Niklaus was determined to not be even the slightest bit like his father, he would love his children, as many of them as the Gods see fit to grant and as many as his beautiful wife is gracious enough to bare him.

•As they shared their first kiss he felt his entire body buzzing like lightning. Y/n was finally his, his wife and his future. Niklaus kept her in his arms after their shared kiss, only releasing her to slide the ring onto her finger and allow her to do the same, the bands being a thick and heavy silver with runes adorned around the outside in a repeating pattern of Partnership, Prosperity, Loyalty and Desire. The only difference in their rings was 2 runes on Niklaus’ that meant Protection and Warrior to signify his role in their marriage and lives as were hers on her ring that meant Fertility and New Beginnings.

•Their married life was pure bliss in Niklaus’ eyes, taking the girl he had been in love with since he was a boy back to their home for the first time and carrying her to their new bed had him downright giddy and he spent the rest of the night worshipping her body. He made her cum every which way he could imagine bringing her pleasure, only stopping once the sun came up to sleep for a few hours before feeding his new wife and jumping straight back into bed with her. He shocked her with how willing and determined he was to have her ride his face for almost an entire hour that afternoon before even fucking her again and wrapping them both back into the thick furs to sleep once more. They remained like that for almost 2 weeks, Harald, Elli, Elijah and Kol all bringing them food while Niklaus was determined to ensure his seed took hold inside of his wife as soon as possible, and it did, seemingly almost immediately

•Everyone was excited by the prospect of having a new baby in the family, Y/n’s parents being the most excited and ensuring the couple had everything they would need to care for the baby. Henrik began spending the days with Y/n almost immediately once Niklaus began to work, he knew how much his big brother did not want her to be alone and so he stayed until his brother came home every day. Niklaus had taken to hunting rather than farming to make money, selling his catches in a few different towns to families who couldn’t hunt for whatever reason, and he made fairly decent money doing it which led to him coming home one day to his father man handling his 6 month pregnant wife

He couldn’t tell what came over him in that moment but one second Mikael was clutching his wife’s upper arms tightly and shaking her and the next he was on the ground having his face beaten in. Henrik had seemingly run home upon seeing his father arguing with Y/n and a moment later Elijah was pulling Niklaus off of their father. He turned and inspected his wife immediately, seeing her cheek was bright red and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

‘I’m alright Niklaus, I promise you-‘

‘And the baby?! Did he touch the baby, I swear to all of the Gods he will die where he stands if he touched my child!’ He swore it to her and Y/n knew he was telling the truth, in fact she knew that had Elijah not come when he did, Mikael would probably already be dead.

‘He is alright my love, your father did not touch anything but my arms and a smack to my face when I insulted him. There’s no need for him to die, not this time.’ Just then Y/n’s parents came running up the path with Niklaus’ youngest brother not far behind, Elli instantly pulling her daughter into her arms and checking her over while Niklaus turned to her father who inspected the scene, seeing Mikael on the ground with Elijah between him and his son in law, Niklaus who had blood covering both of his hands.

‘Good job, son. How is she?’ He asked, never taking his eyes off of Mikael.

‘She’s alright, a few bruises. I am confident that even if I hadn’t come home when I did she would have been alright, my brother got Elijah like he was supposed to. Thank you.’ Henrik hugged Niklaus tightly, enjoying the proud look on his older brothers face as he had always been more of a father than a brother to him, more than his real one at least. ‘Go home now, let mother know everything is alright and that father and Elijah will be home soon.’

‘Alright. Are you okay, Y/n?’ He asked and Y/n smiled at the 13 year old boy.

‘I’m alright, hun. Go on home, Niklaus and I will take you to the market tomorrow and get you something special, okay?’ She offered and his face lit up before turning and taking off towards home as he was told.

‘It’s time for you to leave as well, Father.’ Niklaus glared before his father in law spoke up.

‘The next time you put your hands on my daughter, you will find the entire village at your door, ready to string you up. Remember that before you come back again.’ Harald promised, and Mikael had the intelligence to look concerned about the obvious threat. ‘Get your wife home, son.’

‘I will. Thank you for coming-‘

‘Thank you for keeping your word…I never had any doubt my child would be safe with you. You’re a good man Niklaus, and a good husband.’

•Over the next few years, Y/n had 4 children, giving Niklaus 3 sons and a little girl. He taught all of his boys to hunt and to fight, allowing them to enjoy having fun once in a while unlike what he and his siblings were allowed in their childhoods. Niklaus loved all of his children equally and he kept the promise made on his wedding day, he never raised a hand to them and he never let anyone else either, they never experienced a moment of abuse in their lifetime. His boys were incredible fighters and hunters, and they were extremely protective of their little sister, making their parents prouder than they thought possible. Niklaus didn’t think he could have asked for more

I tried to keep as many Viking traditions as true as I could but I may have gone overboard🤣

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[alieinthemorning]

Lilia meeting his lover who he thought was dead from the war because they left and never contacted him, but he saw them at the sorting ceremony to go to Diasomnia? Angst, but then fluff afterwards.

Can be anything u wan <3 I love how u write sm!!

For Everything and Nothing at All [Lilia Vanrogue]

Content: Established Relationship, Reader is of Fae Descent, Original Female Characters of Color, Angst, Hurt no Comfort

Pronouns: None

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You were left behind. After the war, you searched and searched and searched, and yet he was nowhere to be found. And still you searched for him. Until finally you could search no more. You had to accept that your beloved had moved on before you—without you.

You would have descended into madness if not for the black invitation that found its way to you. With no reason to continue with something fruitless, you moved on. Improving yourself to make up for the lost time spent on him. So, when the carriage came for you, you dawned the ceremonial robes, entered the Gate, and descend into your rebirth.

“The nature of your soul is…Ignihyde.”

You felt neither upset nor elated. You simply returned to your seat, and waited for when your Dorm Leader escorted you back to your dorm. However, right as the ceremony was brought to an end, one final student made their appearance.

“…Maeda Yuuna.”

“The nature of your soul is…unclear to me.”

Then all hell broke loose. The creature in Headmage’s arms broke free from his grasp at the sudden revelation of a magicless student, claiming that it would take her place, but when he was refused, he retaliated. He turned his blue flames upon any and all that it would reach.

And just as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

“The verdict will come afterwards. Head they sentence. Off With Your Head.”

But then, and only for you, did it ramp up again.

“Ah. Just as I'd expected.” You froze, every hair on your body standing on end. “I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance. But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony.”

It was him.

The one you had been searching for.

The one who had left you behind.

He heard you—felt you.

And he did nothing.

You felt your Aether begin to unravel from you, moving toward him. You snatched it back up, and locked it away.

Leaving it to fester while you lied in wake.

And then it was October, a whole month had passed, and you hadn’t had any contact with him.

“Understood. Stay strong until I return!”

And it seemed like it would continue to be that way.

“Grrrrraaaaawwwwwrrrrr!”

“Why does this keep happening to us? This is soooo not my hashtag brand!” Cater whined with a grimace.

Until a chance presented itself.

“If you’re afraid, feel free to run.” Riddle brandished his staff.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll be retreating.” You spoke up, taking a step away from the group. “Good luck, everyone.”

You didn’t look back to see their shocked passes. You’d come up with a better excuse later. For now, you had something more important than some child’s tantrum.

You traced his Aether, finding him in the Diasomnia dormitory instead of the main building to find the staff like he said.

You barged into his room, not bothering for the proper etiquette. “You’re a coward.”

His back was facing you, and he didn’t turn when you called him that. He simply continued to fumble with something in his hands.

“I am.”

“You left without a trace.”

“I did.”

“Without me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?” Your voice raised, Aether flaring out. You felt his against yours, instinctually reaching out, but you swatted it away. “You left me alone for so long! And nothing! And you can barely say anything to me! Did any of that—our vows—mean anything to you? Anything at all?!” You grabbed his shoulder, roughly turning him to face you.

“Of course it did!” He was telling the truth, the taste of his Aether flooded your senses. You knew he was telling the truth, but…

“Then…why couldn’t I come with you…?” You crumpled into him, finally releasing all 485 years of…everything.

He followed you to the floor, and held you close. “I’m sorry. For everything, I am.”

“Then explain.” You felt the weight of him, physical and magical, on you. As if that story had been wearing down his shoulders for centuries now.

However, right as he opened his mouth, three sharp knocks at his door interrupted him.

“Father, I—” It was a silver haired human boy with periwinkle eyes. “Oh, it’s you.”

You tilted your head. “And who am I, child?”

“You are Father’s partner.”

You felt his fear, your rage, an ice-cold feeling, then—

Nothing.

“Oh.” You pulled yourself from him, and stood. “So, he’s told you about me, hm?”

The child’s brows furrowed, but he nodded.

“Tell me, in these stories, did you ever get the feeling of if I was dead or alive?”

The child paused, thinking back to whatever tales were spun for him.

“Alive.”

“Splendid.” You smiled, turning to face him. “Then please—” You slipped off your ring, and dropped it into his lap.

“Consider me dead.”

I'll be 100, I came up with the plot of this while in the shower, and completely forgot what the request said, so that's why it's kinda sorta backwards premise wise. As for the fluff...the story wanted to be written this way. Don't worry, the ending hurt me too, I actually had to pause and before writing it because I knew it would be really mean.

And yeah, thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed!

And everyone please be excited about the 750 follower event (whenever it comes out, I am so unprepared y'all the influx of followers recently has been INSANE! Thank y'all so much)!

Oh also! Aether! Yeah, I randomly had the idea to have like different branches of magic, so Fae Magic is called Aether, and there's also Mer Magic, Thera Magic, Human Magic, Beast Magic, and whatever else my head can think of.

Oh oh! Shout out to my girl, Maeda Yuuna! Catch her in her own works.

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[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 17

17. Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

You’re working an event. One you organised, actually, a gala for a smaller museum relying on public funding. You like to be able to help the community as much as you can so you donated your efforts for free and organised a showing of some rarer artefacts for them. You’re doing what you do best: gliding effortlessly between sponsors, trying to wrack up more donors for the place, a winning smile plastered on your face. You don’t get to be two thousand years old without learning how to talk to people.

Your husbands are here, too. Dressed up properly. Well, as properly as you can get them - they’re in decent suits, at least. Aziraphale is making animated conversation with one of the partygoers about a book on display, and Crowley looks bored. 

When Crowley looks bored, you know there’s going to be trouble.

You see, when the partygoer heads off, Crowley moves closer to Aziraphale. His lips are whispering something devilishly, a smile creeping across his face. The effect is immediate. Aziraphale goes bright red and has to start subtly adjusting his trousers. He says something sharply to the demon who chuckles.

Crowley snakes over to you while you’re getting yourself another glass of wine. 

“Whatever you’re up to, stop it,” you say, lowly. Crowley hums and puts his chin in his hand, regarding you coolly behind his dark glasses.

“Me? Up to something? You wound me, my love.”

He waits until the bartender is turned and dips his head forward.

“I was just thinking about how I want to fuck you in that suit.”

You inhale sharply, glancing around to make sure nobody is listening, then shoot Crowley a dangerous look.

“Crowley…”

“What? You didn’t pick it because you knew it looked bad, did you?”

It is your favourite suit, to be fair. Navy blue and tight, it accentuates all of the best parts of your body. You know your bum looks spectacular in it.

“We are in public.”

Crowley waves his hand, and at once, everyone finds something interesting to look at away from the bar. He steps forward, caging you in with his hips. You feel the rub of his cock against your arse.

“Tell me you’re not thinking about it. About me pushing you over this bar, spreading your legs. You wouldn’t put up a fight would you? You’d love me fucking you where everyone can see.”

You press your thighs together, feel your face get hot.

“Rip those trousers off you, press my mouth between your legs like you deserve. I know you love my tongue, nightingale. I bet you’d love to be eaten here, wouldn’t you? Stake your claim over this little museum. You’d never be able to come here again without thinking about how many orgasms I gave you in the function room. You’d always need to press your luscious thighs together.”

“Crowley…” A plea.

“I know how needy you are. I bet, right now, I could sink my cock inside you up to the base, couldn’t I? Feel you dripping down me. You’d make a dreadful mess on the bar but somehow I think you wouldn’t really care. I think you just want to see me soaked in you.”

“Stop…” you don’t mean it.

“Fuck, you’re like velvet. I never get tired of having you.”

He wraps a hand lightly around your neck, and instead of telling him off, you find yourself keening into it. He runs his thumb along your pulse point, flicks his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“Aziraphale’s waiting for us in the cloakroom. Are you coming?”

Yes, you rather are.

When the bartender finally turns back round with your sauvignon blanc, he’s surprised to see you utterly gone.

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[storms-path]

So, How 'bout That Arcadion?

So I had (and still have) plans to do a write-up on Dawntrail's final dungeon and how it contrasts so interestingly with Amaurot and The Dead Ends after my analysis of Dawntrail and Conquerors, but then Arcadion decided to spring out of nowhere, grab me in a headlock and demand I talk about the music and how it reflects our new darling challengers.

So I'm gonna. As always, spoilers below, read at your own risk, etc. etc. Also I know very little about actual music theory so a lot of this is based on vibes and how things relate to themes and characters and all that. I'll leave the proper music analysis to the musicians. I'm here for the fighters!

So, let's start at the beginning with the cunning, cutting Black Cat. You might be surprised to know that Yaana and her theme were what inspired me to write about this in the first place! While her battle theme might not blow away anyone, that's kind of the point. She's a rookie, unestablished in Arcadion and just as hungry as you are, if not moreso, to prove herself a rising fighter.

The lack of any real lyrics aside from the crowd chants are very effective at displaying how the Black Cat lacks a proper identity at this point. That and the shared leitmotif with her sister (we'll get to her later) foreshadow that she is trying and failing to escape Eutrope's shadow. It's clear that even now Yaana's older sister's disappearance haunts her, to the point that she's following in Eutrope's footsteps to find the missing fighter, or failing that, answers.

Honey B. Lovely, on the other hand, is about as in-your-face as she can get. There's very little subtlety to this one, she wants your love and adoration forever and ever. And she wants so much more than only you can give. I do love the contrast between her song's incredibly chipper, saccharine sweet melodies and singing voice... as she's singing about essentially turning you into a mindless drone who will wait on her hand and foot, right down to threatening terrible violence if you manage to break free of it.

Charming lady, this one. Just look at all her new fans. Someone please get her song out of my head I can't stop hearing it while I try to work I just want to be a good little drone please stop

Speaking of contrasts, Brute Bomber is about as far from Honey B. Lovely's chipper little ditty as you can get. Another song without any vocals, unless you count guttural growling and roaring as vocals (though sidenote, I adore how they degrade into chiptune towards the end of it, that's so good). But unlike Black Cat, Brute Bomber very much has his own identity and purpose. In his case, the lack of lyrics are because he simply doesn't need them.

Where Honey B. Lovely is desperately trying to win you over and failing to hide the venom beneath, Brute Bomber is just here to beat you up until you stop moving. He's the champion! What does he need with some stupid lyrics? You don't need to understand him, you just need to understand that he's better than you and he's going to prove it by beating you bloody. His is a refreshingly simple track. Hard, heavy, no frills. Just like him.

And then there's our surprise final challenger, Wicked Thunder. She's in a whole other league compared to the others and she knows it. Really, there's not much to say about her that her song doesn't spell out. She's desperate, driven to try the unthinkable thanks to her slowly eroding soul. She's tasted glory but the aftertaste has her choking, and only claiming our soul for her own will cleanse the palate.

That being said, the sheer confidence in her vocals are what really sells her as a serious threat. While most of the song focuses on what she's lost, the chorus is a battle cry, a ringing roar of protest against anyone who thinks she's beaten. The repetition is used excellently throughout, hammering home both her desperation and her conviction. She will win, even if it costs her everything she once held dear.

Anyway, all of this is really to say that I completely adore Arcadion so far and I can't wait to see how the new tiers fold me over a table and shatter my spine from the top rope. They absolutely nailed the wrestling vibes with this tier, right down to the electric theme songs. And to think, this is only the beginning!

[chuitu]

Entry 02; Adhere to the Basics

Written by: Hóng Hái'er

Uploaded: Oct 05 2XXX - 09:15 AM

File Corruption: Minimal

We were given a couple of weeks rest before our first day, less on that to the ones still recovering from the exam... I heard someone lost half their arm that day.

Honestly, if i were given the opportunity i would have a word with the current director of this collation... what kind of a maniac would allow casualties, let alone live Red eyed Specters, Skyrippers and Thunderjaws as the main elimination objective to pass?! How did they even manage to capture them... I don't even want to bother...

"The missing hairs haven't grown back..."

Had to wear Yeva's hairclip to move a couple grouped hairs to cover my still very balded scalp... sigh. I'm glad she even trusted me with her most precious accessory ornament, I won't let anything happen to it, but perhaps she won't mind me using it.

I waited for half an hour in the lounge, taking lazy glances at the tall and luxurious glass chandelier above me, although to my surprise the chandelier wasn't made of just glass, it was adorned with pure white sapphires and moonstones... The precise angled cuts around the edges, just enough to fit in the metal holdings, like a precious grove hanging in mid air, it was paired perfectly with the gold linings, seems like the director has taste... but i still don't trust whoever they are after what happened...

My attention was brought back after my name was finally mentioned in the speakers,, Room E07, 20th floor... That's the director's room, i figured they'd want to see me after my little complaint i sent through email, glad they looked into it.

I made my way to the elevator, i stood by and watched the doors shift to close until i noticed a small figure in the distance, rushing towards this very shaft, by instinct or out of sheer sympathy i reached out my hand to keep the doors from closing completely, letting the person in,

They thanked me whilst being completely short of breath, i couldn't help but stare at the state of their hair.. It was reflecting the light from outside, shiny if i could explain so plainly, like a gem, it was bright red with a slightly magenta hue as it reached each strand's end, unfortunately i was caught staring that i had to justify why i was looking to avoid being called a "creep",,

"A penny for your thoughts, friend?"

"Ah- Apologies i-"

"Pfft, No need to apologize pal, this ain't the first time i get looked at for my hair.."

They claimed that it was alright and that most people had the same reaction meeting them for the first time, They introduced themselves, "Zhan Soo-Yeon, but you can call me Cinnabar" she even bowed a little while doing so, in return i did the same and introduced myself to them as well, She complimented my glasses saying they looked pretty "chic", i was a bit baffled and left struggling to form a proper sentence, of course, they planned that out and it went exactly as she intended it to be.

She left the elevator by the time it reached the 14th floor, saying that she hoped we'd meet again sometime, i simply nodded as the elevator doors closed once more, now for me to wait for my- nevermind it finally reached the 20th...

Now that i've mentioned it... She did seem quite familiar, where have i seen her before...?

It took me a while to find the director's room, had to ask around for assistance but, i finally made it.

I rang the doorbell and a voice answered telling me to just come in, that i did,,

And to my surprise the Director was not... who or what i expected it to be, they looked like a teenage woman, medium sized, ruffled pastel pink hair, she was covering the other side of her face with some sort of mask...

"Ohoho, so you must be the so quoted 'Son of The Demon Bull King' huh?"

I was taken aback by how she knew who I was, she simply- or should i say he. I didn't think that this polished lady in front of me was actually a polished gentleman, his voice really caught me off guard the first time he spoke.

He got up his seat, he circled me for a few minutes and completely ignored me those past few seconds, soon he grabbed something from his drawers,

Folded clothes?

He told me it was my new uniform, instructed me to use the restroom to give it a try, well, i don't see why not...

"So this is the general uniform, it's actually quite comfy..."

I gave my initial feedback to Salli, he seems satisfied to hear my thoughts, as he was actually the one who designed the uniforms and battlesuits,,

Speaking of battlesuits... He then handed me a 2nd folded pair, it felt like rubber and silk at the same time, i could see a couple of hexagons ripple as i touched it, like it was coated in some sort of active protective film, without a second thought and tried it on...

"Director. What... is this...?"

"Uhh, Your new battlesuit duhh~ I specifically designed it so you agents can move freely without restrictions!"

"B-But... It's.. so..."

"Actually we have a Type B, but unfortunately we ran out, so you're stuck with this one for now,, But hey, atleast i was thoughtful enough to give you stockings and thigh warmers so it doesn't look like shorts."

"... Uhm, yeah.."

To be clear, i was mortified.

A few months had passed and I was getting pretty used to the routine and certain protocols..

* General Assembly

The usual routine goes from General Assemblies every Monday, The Director's speech of the day,,

Intel hunting, Scouting, Data retrieval missions, "Clean-up" missions, It's much but not as toxic as an outbreak event triggering the "Code Null" protocol, one where all agents are advised to gear up and head to an area where a large torn universal fabric is located... and to deal with the creatures that pour out of it.

One thing i can never get used to at all, it takes my entire week, fortunately Mother and Father understood my circumstances, we have video calls every after my shifts...

I quite admire the Captains of this organization... perhaps I'll further explain in another journal log.

- End Log -

[jacksoneblackburn]

My parentage is changing.

A fanfic of my own character that kinda goes into the lore of my character, altering the story to where they have multiple personalities inspired by the schizophrenic episodes of the Greco-Roman gods (and ofc @bright-side-of-the-moon)

Chapter 1: Will loses track of a patient.

IT WAS A DAY LIKE NO OTHER.

I was doing rounds- checking I was stocked on bandages, my list of patients with allergies, my medicine was stocked, I had plenty nectar and ambrosia, watering my sunflower given to me as a welcome gift by Will Solace when I got claimed, playing my morning playlist of Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Em Beihold, Claire Rosinkranz, Camilla Cabello- the usual.

Until I get interrupted by a knock on my office door.

I stop playing my music and head to the door, opening it with slight annoyance.

"Yeah? Who is it-"

"Hey, sorry Jacks, I know you're doing rounds but... we have a medical emergency in cabin 3," The person said. It was my freckled, suntanned, tall, blond brother. Will Solace. He was never good at telling me when there was medical emergencies. Especially during the morning.

"I can't help them," I sigh. "I was just about to reorganize my files in alphabetical order again-"

"Well- I- uhh- As Head Counselor slash Medic, I demand you go check on your patient!" He said, puffing out his chest and pointing a finger in the air.

I just stared at him for a while.

"It's been a week and you're pulling that card on me?"

"Just go down-"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"Hmm.... no."

"I'll give you unlimited access to all patient files."

"Where's the camper?" I throw on my lab coat.

"New that would getcha."

"I need blackmail on the Stoll brothers, I take wins where I can get them." I adjust something slightly out of place on my coat then walk past Will.

Will shrugs. "Fair enough."

We walk towards the strawberry fields, making small talk on the way. You know, the usual.

"How many people died last week?" I ask nonchalantly, as if death doesn't bother me anymore.

"Surprisingly, one," Will says while stepping over a mushroom that looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "He fell off of the rock climbing wall."

"Was he drunk?"

"Nope."

"Was he wearing any safety gear?"

"Also, nope."

"Well no duh, it's written on a giant sign to wear the proper equipment with supervision if you want to climb on the wall," I hop over a loose root in the ground. "It's literally the number one rule."

"It was an Ares kid."

"Okay, that makes much more sense."

We make it to the fields, with no one to be seen. Nobody. Anywhere, no matter where you looked. Not a single Satyr, bug, or demigod.

"Uh... Will?" I turn to him and bat my eyes. "Where's. The. Damn. Patient."

"How should I know?!"

"YOU'RE THE HEAD MEDIC. THAT'S YOUR JOB."

"NUH-UH- wait, no. You actually have a point. Am I gonna get fired?" Will was panicking, I was pissed, and we have a missing (probably dying, let's be honest) patient that's nowhere to be seen. "Oh gods, what do I tell Nico?!-"

"Calm down. You find that patient, before Chiron and Mr. D have your practicing license for a month. I'll go ask any nearby campers if they seen anyone..." I pause for a moment. "What did you say this patient looked like again?"

"I- uh.... Girl, very pretty, smelled like-"

"Let me remind you, you have a boyfriend that I know very well."

"Shut up," Will's face taking on the same hue of the strawberry milk served at lunch. "As I was saying, she was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was supposedly having a heat stroke-"

"Why would a child of Aphrodite be all the way out here in the Strawberry fields?" I interrupt. "Sorry, my bad. Please continue."

"-That caused her to pass out," Will continued, albeit, very annoyed. "She was saying something about needing water, and a Cabin Three kid went to the lake to purify some water for her to drink."

"That all?"

"No, she passed out and... well... You know the story from there."

I hum in thought. Being the gremlin I am, I walk away back to my office. "If she's not here, that means she's okay, or someone else is already treating her. Now about those medical documents-"

"What." Will said incredulously. "Not even gonna look for her?- What if there's a dead camper on my hands, and you just walk away?"

I nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Will stares at me, dumbfounded and slowly getting more and more pissed off. "You're a terrible medic."

"If there's no patient to treat, there's no problem to meet." Ignoring Will's comment, I continue walking away. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You're fired."

I stop dead in my tracks, slowly turning around. "What?"

"You. Are. Fired"

"Y-you can't fire me?!" I walk up to him. "Only-"

"I don't care. Go to the Hermes cabin. And stay there. You're license is officially revoked."

"W-what..." I mumble, terrified. "Y-you can't do this to me- you're taking away my entire purpose-"

"That's the point," He folded his arms, towering over me, the damn Texan. "Get out my damn sight before I do something I regret."

"B-but my documents... My patients- You- you can't do this to me!"

"You are dismissed."

I felt the tension build up in my chest. My grip on my reality slipping away. The tears welling up in my eyes, burning hotter than any of the forges in Cabin 9. My breath became warm, my throat closing up and becoming dry as the tears fall off of my cheeks like rain. My nose and cheeks redder than any strawberry in the field.

I grip onto Will's shirt, falling to my knees and crying into Will's shirt. "P-please W-Will.... D-don't do this...." I sob.

"You have till the Harpies come out to move." Will said coldly, walking past me. Muttering and mumbling to himself to calm himself down as I slowly fall to the floor. Curling into a ball and clutching my stomach as my tears turn the dirt underneath my face slowly turning to mud with my tears.

So that was chapter 1 !!

Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed!

A like would be greatly appreciated because it really supports me (you don't have to if you don't want to) :]

[bighound-littlebird]

The Winds of Winter

ALAYNE I

She was reading her little lord a tale of the Winged Knight when Mya Stone came knocking on the door of his bedchamber, clad in boots and riding leathers and smelling strongly of the stable. Mya had straw in her hair and a scowl on her face. That scowl comes of having Mychel Redfort near, Alayne knew.

“Your lordship,” Mya informed Lord Robert, “Lady Waynwood’s banners have been seen an hour down the road. She will be here soon, with your cousin Harry. Will you want to greet them?”

Why did she have to mention Harry? Alayne thought. We will never get Sweetrobin out of bed now. The boy slapped a pillow. “Send them away. I never asked them here.”

Mya looked nonplussed. No one in the Vale was better at handling a mule, but lordlings were another matter. “They were invited,” she said uncertainly, “for the tourney. I don’t… “

Alayne closed her book. “Thank you, Mya. Let me talk with Lord Robert, if you would.”

Relief plain on her face, Mya fled without another word.

“I hate that Harry,” Sweetrobin said when she was gone. “He calls me cousin, but he’s just waiting for me to die so he can take the Eyrie. He thinks I don’t know, but I do.”

“Your lordship should not believe such nonsense,” Alayne said. “I’m sure Ser Harrold loves you well.” And if the gods are good, he will love me too. Her tummy gave a little flutter.

“He doesn’t,” Lord Robert insisted. “He wants my father’s castle, that’s all, so he pretends.” The boy clutched the blanket to his pimply chest. “I don’t want you to marry him, Alayne. I am the Lord of the Eyrie, and I forbid it.” He sounded as if he were about to cry. “You should marry me instead. We could sleep in the same bed every night, and you could read me stories.”

No man can wed me so long as my dwarf husbandstill lives somewhere in this world. Queen Cersei had collected the head of a dozen dwarfs, Petyr claimed, but none were Tyrion’s. “Sweetrobin, you must not say such things. You are the Lord of the Eyrie and Defender of the Vale, and you must wed a highborn lady and father a son to sit in the High Hall of House Arryn after you are gone.”

Robert wiped his nose. “But I want — “

She put a finger to his lips. “I know what you want, but it cannot be. I am no fit wife for you. I am bastard born.”

“I don’t care. I love you best of anyone. “

You are such a little fool. “Your lords bannermen will care. Some call my father upjumped and ambitious. If you were to take me to wife, they would say that he made you do it, that it was no will of yours. The Lords Declarant might take arms against him once again, and he and I should both be put to death.”

“I wouldn’t let them hurt you!” Lord Robert said. “If they try I will make them all fly.” His hand began to tremble.

Alayne stroked his fingers. “There, my Sweetrobin, be still now.” When the shaking passed, she said, “You must have a proper wife, a trueborn maid of noble birth.”

“No. I want to marry you, Alayne.”

Once your lady mother intended that very thing, but I was trueborn then, and noble. “My lord is kind to say so.” Alayne smoothed his hair. Lady Lysa had never let the servants touch it, and after she had died Robert had suffered terrible shaking fits whenever anyone came near him with a blade, so it had been allowed to grow until it tumbled over his round shoulders and halfway down his flabby white chest. He does have pretty hair. If the gods are good and he lives long enough to wed, his wife will admire his hair, surely. That much she will love about him. “Any child of ours would be baseborn. Only a trueborn child of House Arryn can displace Ser Harrold as your heir. My father will find a proper wife for you, some highborn girl much prettier than me. You’ll hunt and hawk together, and she’ll give you her favor to wear in tournaments. Before long, you will have forgotten me entirely.”

“I won’t!”

“You will. You must.” Her voice was firm, but gentle.

“The Lord of the Eyrie can do as he likes. Can’t I still love you, even if I have to marry her? Ser Harrold has a common woman. Benjicot says she’s carrying his bastard.”

Benjicot should learn to keep his fool’s mouth shut. “Is that what you would have from me? A bastard?” She pulled her fingers from his grasp. “Would you dishonor me that way?”

The boy looked stricken. “No. I never meant — “

Alayne stood. “If it please my lord, I must go and find my father. Someone needs to greet Lady Waynwood.” Before her little lord could find the words to protest, she gave him a quick curtsy and fled the bedchamber, sweeping down the hall and across a covered bridge to the Lord Protector’s apartments.

When she had left Petyr Baelish that morning he had been breaking his fast with old Oswell who had arrived last night from Gulltown on a lathered horse. She hoped they might still be talking, but Petyr’s solar proved empty. Someone had left a window open and a stack of papers had blown onto the floor. The sun was slanting through the thick yellow windows, and dust motes danced in the light like tiny golden insects. Though snow had blanketed the heights of the Giant’s Lance above, below the mountain the autumn lingered and winter wheat was ripening in the fields. Outside the window she could hear the laughter of the washerwomen at the well, the din of steel on steel from the ward where the knights were at their drills. Good sounds.

Alayne loved it here. She felt alive again, for the first since her father… since Lord Eddard Stark had died.

She closed the window, gathered up the fallen papers, and stacked them on the table. One was a list of the competitors. Four-and-sixty knights had been invited to vie for places amongst Lord Robert Arryn’s new Brotherhood of Winged Knights, and four­ and-sixty knights had come to tilt for the right to wear falcon’s wings upon their warhelms and guard their lord.

The competitors came from all over the Vale, from the mountain valleys and the coast, from Gulltown and the Bloody Gate, even the Three Sisters. Though a few were promised, only three were wed; the eight victors would be expected to spend the next three years at Lord Robert’s side, as his own personal guard (Alayne had suggested seven, like the Kingsguard, but Sweetrobin had insisted that he must have more knights than King Tommen), so older men with wives and children had not been invited.

And they came, Alayne thought proudly. They all came.

It had fallen out just as Petyr said it would, the day the ravens flew. “They’re young, eager, hungry for adventure and renown. Lysa would not let them go to war. This is the next best thing. A chance to serve their lord and prove their prowess. They will come. Even Harry the Heir.” He had smoothed her hair and kissed her forehead. “What a clever daughter you are.”

It was clever. The tourney, the prizes, the winged knights, it had all been her own notion. Lord Robert’s mother had filled him full of fears, but he always took courage from the tales she read him of Ser Artys Arryn, the Winged Knight of legend, founder of his line. Why not surround him with Winged Knights? She had thought one night, after Sweetrobin had finally drifted off to sleep. His own Kingsguard, to keep him safe and make him brave. And no sooner did she tell Petyr her idea than he went out and made it happen. He will want to be there to greet Ser Harrold. Where could he have gone?

Alayne swept down the tower stairs to enter the pillared gallery at the back of the Great Hall. Below her, serving men were setting up trestle tables for the evening feast, while their wives and daughters swept up the old rushes and scattered fresh ones. Lord Nestor was showing Lady Waxley his prize tapestries, with their scenes of hunt and chase. The same panels had once hung in the Red Keep of King’s Landing, when Robert sat the Iron Throne. Joffrey had them taken down and they had languished in some cellar until Petyr Baelish arranged for them to be brought to the Vale as a gift for Nestor Royce. Not only were the hangings beautiful, but the High Steward delighted in telling anyone who’d listen that they had once belonged to a king.

Petyr was not in the Great Hall. Alayne crossed the gallery and descended the stair built into the thick west wall, to come out in the inner ward, where the jousting would be held. Viewing stands had raised for all those who had come to watch, with four long tilting barriers in between. Lord Nestor’s men were painting the barriers with whitewash, draping the stands with bright banners, and hanging shields on the gate the competitors would pass through when they made their entrance.

At the north end of the yard, three quintains had been set up, and some of the competitors were riding at them. Alayne knew them by their shields; the bells of Belmore, green vipers for the Lynderlys, the red sledge of Breakstone, House Tollett’s black and grey pily. Ser Mychel Redfort set one quintain spinning with a perfectly placed blow. He was one of those favored to win wings.

Petyr was not at the quintains, nor anywhere in the yard, but as she turned to go a woman’s voice called out. “Alayne!” cried Myranda Royce, from a carved stone bench beneath a beech tree, where she was seated between two men. She looked in need of rescue. Smiling, Alayne walked toward her friend.

Myranda was wearing a grey woolen dress, a green hooded cloak, and a rather desperate look. On either side of her sat a knight. The one on her right had a grizzled beard, a bald head, and a belly that spilled over his swordbelt where his lap should have been. The one on her left was no more than eighteen, and skinny as a spear. His ginger-colored whiskers only partially served to disguise the angry red pimples that dotted his face.

The bald knight wore a dark blue surcoat emblazoned with a huge pair of pink lips. The pimply-gingerlad countered with nine white seagulls on a field of brown, which marked him for a Shett of Gulltown. He was staring so intently at Myranda’s breasts that he hardly noticed Alayne until Myranda rose to hug her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you” Randa whispered in her ear, before she turned to say, “Sers, may I present you the Lady Alayne Stone?”

“The Lord Protector’s daughter,” the bald knight announced, all hearty gallantry. He rose ponderously. “And full as lovely as the tales told of her, I see.”

Not to be outdone, the pimply knight hopped up and said, “Ser Ossifer speaks truly, you are the most beautiful maid in all the Seven Kingdoms.” It might have been a sweeter courtesy had he not addressed it to her chest.

“And have you seen all those maids yourself, ser?” Alayne asked him. “You are young to be so widely travelled.”

He blushed, which only made his pimples look angrier. “No, my lady. I am from Gulltown.”

And I am not, though Alayne was born there. She would need to be careful around this one. “I remember Gulltown fondly,” she told him, with a smile as vague as it was pleasant. To Myranda she said, “Do you know where my father’s gotten to, perchance?”

“Let me take you to him, my lady.”

“I do hope you will forgive me for depriving you of Lady Myranda’s company,” Alayne told the knights. She did not wait for a reply, but took the older girl arm-in-arm and drew her away from the bench. Only when they were out of earshot did she whisper, “Do you really know where my father is?”

“Of course not. Walk faster, my new suitors may be following.” Myranda made a face. “Ossifer Lipps is the dullest knight in the Vale, but Uther Shett aspires to his laurels. I am praying they fight a duel for my hand, and kill each other.”

Alayne giggled. “Surely Lord Nestor would not seriously entertain a suit from such men.”

“Oh, he might. My lord father is annoyed with me for killing my last husband and putting him to all this trouble.”

“It was not your fault he died.”

“There was no one else in the bed that I recall.”

Alayne could not help but shutter. Myranda’s husband had died when he was making love with her. “Those Sistermen who came in yesterday were gallant,” she said, to change the subject. “If you don’t like Ser Ossifer or Ser Uther, marry one of them instead. I thought the youngest one was very handsome.”

“The one in the sealskin cloak?” Randa said, incredulous.

“One of his brothers, then.”

Myranda rolled her eyes. “They’re from the Sisters. Did you ever know a Sisterman who could joust? They clean their swords with codfish oil and wash in tubs of cold seawater.”

“Well,” Alayne said, “at least they’re clean.”

“Some of them have webs between their toes. I’d sooner marry Lord Petyr. Then I’d be your mother. How little is his finger, I ask you?”

Alayne did not dignify that question with an answer. “Lady Waynwood will be here soon, with her sons.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” Myranda said. “The first Lady Waynwood must have been a mare, I think. How else to explain why all the Waynwood men are horse-faced? If I were ever to wed a Waynwood, he would have to swear a vow to don his helm whenever he wished to fuck me, and keep the visor closed.” She gave Alayne a pinch on the arm. “My Harry will be with them, though. I notice that you left him out. I shall never forgive you for stealing him away from me. He’s the boy I want to marry.”

“The betrothal was my father’s doing,” Alayne protested, as she had a hundred times before. She is only teasing, she told herself… but behind the japes, she could hear the hurt.

Myranda stopped to gaze across the yard at the knights at their practice. “Now there’s the very sort of husband I need.”

A few feet away, two knights were fighting with blunted practice swords. Their blades crashed together twice, then slipped past each other only to be blocked by upraised shields, but the bigger man gave ground at the impact. Alayne could not see the front of his shield from where she stood, but his attacker bore three ravens in flight, each clutching a red heart in its claws. Three hearts and three ravens.

She knew right then how the fight would end.

A few moments later and the big man sprawled dazed in the dust with his helm askew. When his squire undid the fastenings to bare his head, there was blood trickling down his scalp. If the swords had not been blunted, there would be brains as well. That last head blow had been so hard Alayne had winced in sympathy when it fell. Myranda Royce considered the victor thoughtfully. “Do you think if I asked nicely Ser Lyn would kill my suitors for me?”

“He might, for a plump bag of gold.” Ser Lyn Corbray was forever desperately short of coin, all the Vale knew that.

“Alas, all I have is a plump pair of teats. Though with Ser Lyn, a plump sausage under my skirts would serve me better.”

Alayne’s giggle drew Corbray’s attention. He handed his shield to his loutish squire, removed his helm and quilted coif. “Ladies.” His long brown hair was plastered to his brow by sweat.

“Well struck, Ser Lyn,” Alayne called out. “Though I fear you’ve knocked poor Ser Owen insensible.”

Corbray glanced back to where his foe was being helped from the yard by his squire. “He had no sense to start with, or he should not have tried me.”

There is truth in that, Alayne thought, but some demon of mischief was in her that morning, so she gave Ser Lyn a thrust of her own. Smiling sweetly, she said, “My lord father tells me your brother’s new wife is with child.”

Corbray gave her a dark look. “Lyonel sends his regrets. He remains at Heart’s Home with his peddler’s daughter, watching her belly swell as if he were the first man who ever got a wench pregnant.”

Oh, that’s an open wound, thought Alayne. Lyonel Corbray’s first wife had given him nothing but a frail, sickly babe who died in infancy, and during all those years Ser Lyn had remained his brother’s heir. When the poor woman finally died, however, Petyr Baelish had stepped in and brokered a new marriage for Lord Corbray. The second Lady Corbray was sixteen, the daughter of a wealthy Gulltown merchant, but she had come with an immense dowry, and men said she was a tall, strapping, healthy girl, with big breasts and good, wide hips. And fertile too, it seems.

“We are all praying that the Mother grants Lady Corbray an easy labor and a healthy child,” said Myranda.

Alayne could not help herself. She smiled and said, “My father is always pleased to be of service to one of Lord Robert’s leal bannermen. I’m sure he would be most delighted to help broker a marriage for you as well, Ser Lyn.”

“How kind of him.” Corbray’s lips drew back in something that might have been meant as a smile, though it gave Alayne a chill. “But what need have I for heirs when I am landless and like to remain so, thanks to our Lord Protector? No. Tell your lord father I need none of his brood mares.”

The venom in his voice was so thick that for a moment she almost forgot that Lyn Corbray was actually her father’s catspaw, bought and paid for. Or was he? Perhaps, instead of being Petyr’s man pretending to be Petyr’s foe, he was actually his foe pretending to be his man pretending to be his foe.

Just thinking about it was enough to make her head spin. Alayne turned abruptly from the yard… and bumped into a short, sharp-faced man with a brush of orange hair who had come up behind her. His hand shot out and caught her arm before she could fall. “My lady. My pardons if I took you unawares.”

“The fault was mine. I did not see you standing there.”

“We mice are quiet creatures.” Ser Shadrich was so short that he might have been taken for a squire, but his face belonged to a much older man. She saw long leagues in the wrinkles at the corner of his mouth, old battles in the scar beneath his ear, and a hardness behind the eyes that no boy would ever have. This was a man grown. Even Randa overtopped him, though.

“Will you be seeking wings?” the Royce girl said.

“A mouse with wings would be a silly sight.”

“Perhaps you will try the melee instead?” Alayne suggested. The melee was an afterthought, a sop for all the brothers, uncles, fathers, and friends who had accompanied the competitors to the Gates of the Moon to see them win their silver wings, but there would be prizes for the champions, and a chance to win ransoms.

“A good melee is all a hedge knight can hope for, unless he stumbles on a bag of dragons. And that’s not likely, is it?”

“I suppose not. But now you must excuse us, ser, we need to find my lord father. “

Horns sounded from atop the wall. “Too late,” Myranda said. “They’re here. We shall need to do the honors by ourselves.” She grinned. “Last one to the gate must marry Uther Shett.”

They made a race of it, dashing headlong across the yard and past the stables, skirts flapping, whilst knights and serving men alike looked on, and pigs and chickens scattered before them. It was most unladylike, but Alayne sound found herself laughing. For just a little while, as she ran, she forget who she was, and where, and found herself remembering bright cold days at Winterfell, when she would race through Winterfell with her friend Jeyne Poole, with Arya running after them trying to keep up.

By the time they arrived at the gatehouse, both of them were red-faced and panting. Myranda had lost her cloak somewhere along the way. They were just in time. The portcullis had been raised, and a column of riders twenty strong were passing underneath. At their head rode Anya Waynwood, Lady of Ironoaks, stern and slim, her grey-brown hair bound up in a scarf. Her riding cloak was heavy green wool trimmed with brown fur, and clasped at the throat by a niello brooch in the shape of the broken wheel of her House.

Myranda Royce stepped forward and sketched a curtsy. “Lady Anya. Welcome to the Gates of the Moon.”

“Lady Myranda. Lady Alayne.” Anya Waynwood inclined her head to each of them in turn. “It is good of you to greet us. Allow me to present my grandson, Ser Roland Waynwood.” She nodded at the knight who had spoken. “And this is my youngest son, Ser Wallace Waynwood. And of course my ward, Ser Harrold Hardyng.”

Harry the Heir, Alayne thought. My husband-to-be, if he will have me. A sudden terror filled her. She wondered if her face was red. Don’t stare at him, she reminded herself, don’t stare, don’t gape, don’t gawk. Look away. Her hair must be a frightful mess after all that running. It took all her will to stop herself from trying to tuck the loose strands back into place. Never mind your stupid hair. Your hair doesn’t matter. It’s him that matters. Him, and the Waynwoods.

Ser Roland was the oldest of the three, though no more than five-and-twenty. He was taller and more muscular than Ser Wallace, but both were long-faced and lantern-jawed, with stringy brown hair and pinched noses. Horsefaced and homely, Alayne thought.

Harry, though…

My Harry. My lord, my lover, my betrothed.

Ser Harrold Hardyng looked every inch a lord-in-waiting; clean-limbed and handsome, straight as a lance, hard with muscle. Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look, she knew. He had a mop of sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an aquiline nose. Joffrey was comely too, though, she reminded herself. A comely monster, that’s what he was. Little Lord Tyrion was kinder, twisted though he was.

Harry was staring at her. He knows who I am, she realized, and he does not seem pleased to see me. It was only then that she took note of his heraldry. Though his surcoat and horse trappings were patterned in the red-and-white diamonds of House Hardyng, his shield was quartered. The arms of Hardyng and Waynwood were displayed in the first and third quarters, respectively, but in the second and fourth quarters he bore the moon-and-falcon of House Arryn, sky blue and cream. Sweetrobin will not like that.

Ser Wallace said, “Are we the l-l-last?”

“You are, sers,” replied Myranda Royce, taking absolutely no notice of his stammer.

“Wh-wh-when will the t-t-tilts commence?”

“Oh, soon, I pray,” said Randa. “Some of the competitors have been here for almost a moon’s turn, partaking of my father’s meat and mead. All good fellows, and very brave… but they do eat rather a lot.”

The Waynwoods laughed, and even Harry the Heir cracked a thin smile. “It was snowing in the passes, else we would have been here sooner,” said Lady Anya.

“Had we known such beauty awaited us at the Gates, we would have flown,” Ser Roland said. Though his words were addressed to Myranda Royce, he smiled at Alayne as he said them.

“To fly you would need wings,” Randa replied, “and there are some knights here who might have a thing to say concerning that.”

“I look forward to a spirited discussion.” Ser Roland swung down from his horse, turned to Alayne, and smiled. “I had heard that Lord Littlefinger’s daughter was fair of face and full of grace, but no one ever told me that she was a thief.”

“You wrong me, ser. I am no thief!”

Ser Roland placed his hand over his heart. “Then how do you explain this hole in my chest, from where you stole my heart?”

“He is only t-teasing you, my lady,” stammered Ser Wallace. “My n-n-nephew never had a h-h-heart.”

“The Waynwood wheel has a broken spoke, and we have my nuncle here.” Ser Roland gave Wallace a whap behind the ear. “Squires should be quiet when knights are speaking.”

Ser Wallace reddened. “I am no more a s-squire, my lady. My n-nephew knows full well that I was k-k-kni-k-k-kni –“

“Dubbed?” Alayne suggested gently.

“Dubbed,” said Wallace Waynwood, gratefully.

Robb would be his age, if he were still alive, she could not help but think, but Robb died a king, and this is just a boy.

“My lord father has assigned you rooms in the East Tower,” Lady Myranda was telling Lady Waynwood, “but I fear your knights will need to share a bed. The Gates of the Moon were never meant to house so many noble visitors.”

“You are in the Falcon Tower, Ser Harrold,” Alayne put in. Far away from Sweetrobin. That was intentional, she knew. Petyr Baelish did not leave such things to chance. “If it please you, I will show you to your chambers myself.” This time her eyes met Harry’s. She smiled just for him, and said a silent prayer to the Maiden. Please, he doesn’t need to love me, just make him like me, just a little, that would be enough for now.

Ser Harrold looked down at her coldly. “Why should it please me to be escorted anywhere by Littlefinger’s bastard?”

All three Waynwoods looked at him askance. “You are a guest here, Harry,” Lady Anya reminded him, in a frosty voice. “See that you remember that.”

A lady’s armor is her courtesy. Alayne could feel the blood rushing to her face. No tears, she prayed. Please, please, I must not cry. “As you wish, ser. And now if you will excuse me, Littlefinger’s bastard must find her lord father and let him know that you have come, so we can begin the tourney on the morrow.” And may your horse stumble, Harry the Heir, so you fall on your stupid head in your first tilt. She showed the Waynwoods a stone face as they blurted out awkward apologies for their companion. When they were done she turned and fled.

Near the keep, she ran headlong into Ser Lothor Brune and almost knocked him off his feet. “Harry the Heir? Harry the Arse, I say. He’s just some upjumped squire.”

Alayne was so grateful that she hugged him. “Thank you. Have you seen my father, ser?”

“Down in the vaults,” Ser Lothar said, “inspecting Lord Nestor’s granaries with Lord Grafton and Lord Belmore.”

The vaults were large and dark and filthy. Alayne lit a taper and clutched her skirt as she made the descent. Near the bottom, she heard Lord Grafton’s booming voice, and followed.”The merchants are clamoring to buy, and the lords are clamoring to sell,” the Gulltowner was saying when she found them. Though not a tall man, Grafton was wide, with thick arms and shoulders. His hair was a dirty blond mop. “How am I to stop that, my lord?”

“Post guardsmen on the docks. If need be, seize the ships. How does not matter, so long as no food leaves the Vale. “

“These prices, though,” protested fat Lord Belmore,” these prices are more than fair.”

“You say more than fair, my lord. I say less than we would wish. Wait. If need be, buy the food yourself and keep it stored. Winter is coming. Prices must go higher.”

“Perhaps,” said Belmore, doubtfully.

“Bronze Yohn will not wait,” Grafton complained. “He need not ship through Gulltown, he has his own ports. Whilst we are hoarding our harvest, Royce and the other Lords Declarant will turn theirs into silver, you may be sure of that.”

“Let us hope so,” said Petyr. “When their granaries are empty, they will need every scrap of that silver to buy sustenance from us. And now if you will excuse me, my lord, it would seem my daughter has need of me.”

“Lady Alayne,” Lord Grafton said. “You look bright-eyed this morning.”

“You are kind to say so, my lord. Father, I am sorry to disturb you, but I thought you would want to know that the Waynwoods have arrived.”

“And is Ser Harrold with them?”

Horrible Ser Harrold. “ He is.”

Lord Belmore laughed. “I never thought Royce would let him come. Is he blind, or merely stupid?”

“He is honorable. Sometimes it amounts to the same thing. If he denied the lad the chance to prove himself, it could create a rift between them, so why not let him tilt? The boy is nowise skilled enough to win a place amongst the Winged Knights.”

“I suppose not,” said Belmore, grudgingly. Lord Grafton kissed Alayne on the hand, and the two lords went off, leaving her alone with her lord father.

“Come,” Petyr said, “walk with me.” He took her by the arm and led her deeper into the vaults, past an empty dungeon. “And how was your first meeting with Harry the Heir?”

“He’s horrible.”

“The world is full of horrors, sweet. By now you ought to know that. You’ve seen enough of them.”

“Yes,” she said, “but why must he be so cruel? He called me your bastard. Right in the yard, in front of everyone.”

“So far as he knows, that’s who you are. This betrothal was never his idea, and Bronze Yohn has no doubt warned him against my wiles. You are my daughter. He does not trust you, and he believes that you’re beneath him.”

“Well, I’m not. He may think he’s some great knight, but Ser Lothor says he’s just some upjumped squire.”

Petyr put his arm around her. “So he is, but he is Robert’s heir as well. Bringing Harry here was the first step in our plan, but now we need to keep him, and only you can do that. He has a weakness for a pretty face, and whose face is prettier than yours? Charm him. Entrance him. Bewitch him.”

“I don’t know how,” she said miserably.

“Oh, I think you do,” said Littlefinger, with one of those smiles that did not reach his eyes. “You will be the most beautiful woman in the hall tonight, as lovely as your lady mother at your age. I cannot seat you on the dais, but you’ll have a place of honor above the salt and underneath a wall sconce. The fire will be shining in your hair, so everyone will see how fair of face you are. Keep a good long spoon on hand to beat the squires off, sweetling. You will not want green boys underfoot when the knights come round to beg you for your favor.”

“Who would ask to wear a bastard’s favor?”

“Harry, if he has the wits the gods gave a goose… but do not give it to him. Choose some other gallant, and favor him instead. You do not want to seem too eager.”

“No,” Alayne said.

“Lady Waynwood will insist that Harry dance with you, I can promise you that much. That will be your chance. Smile at the boy. Touch him when you speak. Tease him, to pique his pride. If he seems to be responding, tell him that you are feeling faint, and ask him to take you outside for a breath of fresh air. No knight could refuse such a request from a fair maiden.”

“Yes,” she said, “but he thinks that I’m a bastard.”

“A beautiful bastard, and the Lord Protector’s daughter.” Petyr drew her close and kissed her on both cheeks. “The night belongs to you, sweetling, Remember that, always.”

“I’ll try, father,” she said.

The feast proved to be everything her father promised.

Sixty-four dishes were served, in honor of the sixty-four competitors who had come so far to contest for silver wings before their lord. From the rivers and the lakes came pike and trout and salmon, from the seas crabs and cod and herring. Ducks there were, and capons, peacocks in their plumage and swans in almond milk. Suckling pigs were served up crackling with apples in their mouths, and three huge aurochs were roasted whole above firepits in the castle yard, since they were too big to get through the kitchen doors. Loaves of hot bread filled the trestle tables in Lord Nestor’s hall, and massive wheels of cheese were brought up from the vaults. The butter was fresh-churned, and there were leeks and carrots, roasted onions, beets, turnips, parsnips. And best of all, Lord Nestor’s cooks prepared a splendid subtlety, a lemon cake in the shape of the Giant’s Lance, twelve feet tall and adorned with an Eyrie made of sugar.

For me, Alayne thought, as they wheeled it out. Sweetrobin loved lemon cakes too, but only after she told him that they were her favorites. The cake had required every lemon in the Vale, but Petyr had promised that he would send to Dorne for more.

There were gifts as well, splendid gifts. Each of the competitors received a cloak of cloth-of-silver and a lapis brooch in the shape of a pair of falcon’s wings. Fine steel daggers were given to the brothers, fathers, and friends who had come to watch them tilt. For their mothers, sisters, and ladies fair there were bolts of silk and Myrish lace.

“Lord Nestor has an open hand,” Alayne heard Ser Edmund Breakstone say. “An open hand and a little finger,” Lady Waynwood replied, with a nod toward Petyr Baelish. Breakstone was not slow to take her meaning. The true source of this largesse was not Lord Nestor, but the Lord Protector.

When the last course had been served and cleared, the tables were lifted from their trestles to clear the floor for dancing, and musicians were brought in.

“Are there no singers?” asked Ben Coldwater.

“The little lord cannot abide them,” Ser Lymond Lynderly replied. “Not since Marillion.”

“Ah… that was the man who murdered Lady Lysa, yes?”

Alayne spoke up. “His singing pleased her greatly, and she showed him too much favor, perhaps. When she wed my father he went mad and pushed her out the Moon Door. Lord Robert has hated singing ever since. He is still fond of music, though.”

“As am I,” Coldwater said. Rising, he offered Alayne his hand. “Would you honor me with this dance, my lady?”

“You’re very kind,” she said, as he led her to the floor.

He was her first partner of the evening, but far from the last. Just as Petyr had promised, the young knights flocked around her, vying for her favor. After Ben came Andrew Tollett, handsome Ser Byron, red-nosed Ser Morgarth, and Ser Shadrich the Mad Mouse. Then Ser Albar Royce, Myranda’s stout dull brother and Lord Nestor’s heir. She danced with all three Sunderlands, none of whom had webs between their fingers, though she could not vouch for their toes. Uther Shett appeared to pay her slimy compliments as he trod upon her feet, but Ser Targon the Halfwild proved to be the soul of courtesy. After that Ser Roland Waynwood swept her up and made her laugh with mocking comments about half the other knights in the hall. His uncle Wallace took a turn as well and tried to do the same, but the words would not come. Alayne finally took pity on him and began to chatter happily, to spare him the embarrassment. When the dance was done she excused herself, and went back to her place to have a drink of wine.

And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?”

She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.”

Color rose to his cheeks. “I was unforgiveably rude to you in the yard. You must forgive me.”

“Must?” She tossed her hair, took a sip of wine, made him wait. “How can you forgive someone who is unforgiveably rude? Will you explain that to me, ser?”

Ser Harrold looked confused. “Please. One dance.”

Charm him. Entrance him. Bewitch him. “If you insist.”

He nodded, offered his arm, led her out onto the floor. As they waited for the music to resume, Alayne glanced at the dais, where Lord Robert sat staring at them. Please, she prayed, don’t let him start to twitch and shake. Not here. Not now. Maester Coleman would have made certain that he drank a strong dose of sweetmilk before the feast, but even so.

Then the musicians took up a tune, and she was dancing.

Say something, she urged herself. You will never make Ser Harry love you if you don’t have the courage to talk him. Should she tell him what a good dancer he was? __No_, he’s probably heard that a dozen times tonight. Besides, Petyr said that I should not seem eager._ Instead she said, “I have heard that you are about to be a father.” It was not something most girls would say to their almost-betrothed, but she wanted to see if Ser Harrold would lie.

“For the second time. My daughter Alys is two years old.”

Your bastard daughter Alys, Alayne thought, but what she said was, “That one had a different mother, though.”

“Yes. Cissy was a pretty thing when I tumbled her, but childbirth left her as fat as a cow, so Lady Anya arranged for her to marry one of her men-at-arms. It is different with Saffron.”

“Saffron?” Alayne tried not to laugh. “Truly?”

Ser Harrold had the grace to blush. “Her father says she is more precious to him than gold. He’s rich, the richest man in Gulltown. A fortune in spices.”

“What will you name the babe?” she asked. “Cinnamon if she’s a girl? Cloves if he’s a boy?”

That almost made him stumble. “My lady japes.”

“Oh, no.” Petyr will howl when I tell him what I said.

“Saffron is very beautiful, I’ll have you know. Tall and slim, with big brown eyes and hair like honey.”

Alayne raised her head. “More beautiful than me?”

Ser Harrold studied her face. “You are comely enough, I grant you. When Lady Anya first told me of this match, I was afraid that you might look like your father.”

“Little pointy beard and all?” Alayne laughed.

“I never meant…“

“I hope you joust better than you talk.”

For a moment he looked shocked. But as the song was ending, he burst into a laugh. “No one told me you were clever.”

He has good teeth, she thought, straight and white. And when he smiles, he has the nicest dimples. She ran one finger down his cheek. “Should we ever wed, you’ll have to send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want.”

He grinned. “I will hold you to that promise, my lady. Until that day, may I wear your favor in the tourney?”

“You may not. It is promised to… another.” She was not sure who as yet, but she knew she would find someone.

All copyright to this material © George R.R. Martin

[chrysanths]

burn to ashes and rise as the phoenix.

𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖘 … have a drink at my table , allow me to tell you stories — stories of dragons and burnt men . tell me about lord choi geonwoo .

( choi san , male , he/him ) : ̗̀➛ twenty-five years young , a firebender & lavabender from the noble house of choi. many know them to be stoic & callous . how unfortunate , truly … i’ve always found them to be patient & observant . they oft fulfill the duties of a member of the royal guard . oh , i should tell you — they support the rule of house yi . well , you know how every storyteller bends the tale they tell . ✶

-ˋˏ OOC / Hello hello everyone! Please allow me to introduce Geonwoo (aka Geon), one of the twin siblings of House Choi ( very coincidental to the fc I chose but I felt he fit! ). Please feel free to read more about him below. You can also find a profile here. ♡ this post if you'd like to plot. ✶ sera , 21+ , she/her . ( discord : serachasauce )

TRAITS ⸻ steadfast, patient, proper, brutally honest, quiet, loyal, callous, subservient, insecure, stoic, observant, stern, a bit selfish, argumentative.

⸻ ABOUT HIM

One of the only ( or possibly the only ) sons in House Choi. He is also a twin.

Like many other nobles, he has trained his entire life. Due to his family's unique lineage, he is a highly skilled lavabender (preferring it over standard firebending) and swordsman with a propensity for using his fists. He must be, considering his position as a member of the royal guard.

Has an itching suspicion about the death of his parents, all things considered. Part of his undying loyalty may partially be due to the fact that he has hidden worries.

Serial eavesdropper. It’s all for the sake of protecting the royal family. Seriously.

Not much interest in politics and such. Doesn’t follow the commands of anyone but the royal family, even viewing their word as priority. The only other one he would think to bend to is his eldest sister.

Always lurking, even if you don’t see him. Always.

His personality could obviously use some work but he’s oddly touched by art ( paintings, music, dance ) and will often be quietly moved by these things. 

He also enjoys trying to sketch in his free time. They aren’t the best because he doesn’t get much practice in. Don’t try to look in the little notebook he always carries around or you will get a kick to the throat.

Usually doesn’t speak unless spoken to unless he outranks the other person. Courtesy and all that. He is very polite and adherent to the rules of the palace. Don’t let him catch you slipping!

Says things that are lowkey dramatic asf. Cue the “you deserve to be put to death for that” ^ comments. But... usually means it as a joke... I swear. He is actually quite cheeky sometimes.

Keen on punishment, as he does not tolerate dissidents. He is dedicated to keeping peace within the nation and palace, even if it means resorting to violence to eliminate the threat.

Has a sadistic streak and can often get a bit too into a fight sometimes.

You will probably never know if he hates you or not. Poker face at all times. But he is candid and honest with his words, perhaps to a fault. But (2) he is adept in speaking in metaphor/vaguely if a situation calls for it.

Feels and will claim that he's unworthy of love. Too willing to not make any first moves out of worry and waits it out until it's too late every time.

Kind of aware that he is a bit of an asshole sometimes because of his curt personality. Not actually that mean or malicious, just very, very bound to his duty.

He was always closest to his father out of both of his parents, following very obediently in his footsteps and according to his word up until his death. He takes offense to any negative word against either of his parents, and it is one of the few things that can make him genuinely upset.

⸻ PLOT IDEAS

I’m mainly a brainstorm it out kinda girl but there are a couple of ideas that could possibly work as pre-est connections.

The classic childhood friend plot? Someone around the same age.

Someone he constantly catches breaking the rules. Please convince him not to punish you harshly. Good luck. ALT. You witness him being a little too harsh on someone and try to intervene.

Friendly rival. Someone he is cautious of; though, they have their fun moments of sword practicing and that good old banter.

Rival rival. Wow, he really doesn’t like you at all and perceives you as a threat to himself or the royal family. Or both.

An actual confidant. This could be super rare because he finds it incredibly difficult to trust anyone whatsoever due to his position. He doesn't talk much but with them, it's different. Someone who won't just go spreading his stuff around.

Someone he can appreciate the arts with. Maybe an actual artist/someone who’s talented in that field.

A past fling maybe but not much beyond that. He might as well be married to his duties and wasn’t interested when he was younger. 

Maybe someone who would like him to teach them how to improve their fighting skills. They might have to beg though... or bribe him with goodies.

Those who are intent on challenging his ( seemingly ) unwavering support for the current reigning family. This could result in some increasing tension or an attempt at softly convincing him of their position.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Boom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 71″

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"War in the east, war in the west war up north, war down south war, war, rumours of war.

And until that day, the African continent will not know peace, we Africans will fight we find it necessary and we know we shall win as we are confident in the victory…

We don't need no more trouble…"

Bob Marley – "War/No More Trouble"

"Any more pressure on your bladder?"

Yani rubbed a wand scanner across Nakia's nine-month pregnant belly and checked the 3D image that sprang to life above the woman's belly button. Nakia exhaled with the breath of a woman totally over carrying another human inside of herself. Yani grinned and paid attention to the placement of the baby's body.

"He's in the proper position," Yani said.

Nakia's soulful brown eyes latched onto her baby's curled and tucked form snug inside her womb.

"T'Challa Toussaint Udaku," Nakia said.

"Hmm?" Yani muttered, touching the floating image to enlarge it so she could see the umbilical cord.

"We're calling him Toussaint for Haiti. I'm so proud of the work we have done there. N'Jadaka calls Haiti the Black Pearl of the world. He knows so much about it. T'Challa fell in love with it."

"I like it," Yani said.

She allowed Nakia to look at her baby from all angles before shutting off the scanner. She touched her kimoyo beads and Nakia's beads lit up.

"I transferred the latest images to your file. Everything looks great," Yani said.

She pulled down the patient gown on Nakia to cover her back up. Nakia tapped a few beads.

"T'Challa will be happy to see the new pictures," Nakia said.

Yani checked Nakia's birth chart.

"As of now, little Toussaint will decide when we get together this way again," Yani said, patting Nakia's hand.

Nakia lifted her hand from Yani's and captured it in both her palms, cradling it against her chest.

"You have been so wonderful for me and T'Challa. I didn't want anyone else to help bring our child into the world," Nakia said.

Yani tapped the side of the examination table and it raised up higher, allowing Nakia to be at eye level.

"Princess Yani!"

Yani's nurse assistant burst into the room out of breath with wild eyes.

"Mesea?" Yani said, jumping up from her seat at Nakia's side.

"Come…quick…!"

Mesea's plump fingers grasped Yani's hand and dragged her toward the door.

"Wait a minute!" Yani said, pulling off her examining gloves and tossing them in a waste receptacle.

She turned to Nakia.

"Excuse me please," Yani said.

Nakia nodded and reached for her clothing.

Yani trailed behind Mesea and noticed right away the buzz in the hall as other staff ran toward the vid screen in a spacious waiting area. A Wakandan emergency broadcast logo flashed on the screen immediately followed by the strained faces of two news anchors.

"We interrupt this broadcast with some shocking news coming out of the eastern coast of Tunisia. A terrorist bombing has claimed the lives of several politicians at a North African summit where King N'Jadaka was to address an assembly of leaders on new energy measures to improve the quality of life for countries dependent on fossil fuels. Sources on the ground have stated that two entire city blocks were destroyed and there is no word as of yet on the condition of King N'Jadaka and our Wakandan delegates who traveled with him…"

Yani clutched at her chest before tapping her kimoyo with a direct line to N'Jadaka. Nakia waddled next to her and also had her kimoyo glowing reaching out to T'Challa.

"…Ambassador Udaku's planned visit to Spain has been rerouted back to the U.S. until further notice. We are getting word that King N'Jadaka was the intended target of the attack…

Nakia tapped Yani's arm.

"T'Challa says N'Jadaka is fine," Nakia said.

Yani gasped out loud and walked to the side to hide her face from the staff. No one noticed, their eyes stuck to the screen, probably reliving the dread of King T'Chaka's bombing death. But N'Jadaka and T'Calla had been prepared for potential attacks everywhere.

Yani steered Nakia to her personal office and closed the door. Both of their kimoyos lit up simultaneously. Ramonda.

"Queen Mother," Nakia said swiping her beads first.

Ramonda sat perched inside of a Royal Leopard Fighter craft made for her new career as an ambassador. She had taken off her isicholo and wore her long white locs spread across her shoulders. Her face looked pinched and her mouth was a tight line of stress. Nakia tapped another bead and it brought Ramonda's life-size image into the room with them.

"They are both fine. T'Calla has the king hidden away in a secret location. There were no Wakandan casualties. The reports I'm getting from our War Dogs are twenty dead, fifteen injured, and about a dozen still missing at this point… still buried under rubble. N'Jadaka made last-minute changes to his schedule that were not made public to the host country. The British jumped the gun," Ramonda said.

Nakia perked up.

"We know for sure it was them?" Nakia asked.

Ramonda nodded.

"They are working covertly with the Tunisian government. This is the third attempt on N'Jadaka's life in two months. We were aware of the setup. It is why our king changed plans, to show the North Africans that the West will slaughter their people."

"He didn't warn them?" Nakia asked.

"We are teaching them a lesson," Ramonda said with grim finality.

Yani turned away to gather her thoughts. N'Jadaka was safe. T'Challa protected him and their entourage. He warned her that he would do whatever it took to show the world not to play with him. Allowing the Tunisians to die was a line in the sand: if they weren't with Wakanda, then they were against them.

"How are you, Nakia? Is my grandbaby well?" Ramonda asked, trying to lift the mood.

"The baby is healthy and I am ready to sleep on my stomach," Nakia joked.

A half laugh escaped her lips. Yani turned to face Ramonda again.

"Will you come home?" Yani asked.

"Not yet. Running home would make us look frightened. I am flying back to New York and I will stay there for regular assembly duties, unless the king changes things of course. There will be a half cruiser there to pick you both up in five minutes. You will be sequestered in the palace until further notice. Sydette and Riki have been escorted there already," Ramonda said.

"What about Disa and Joba?" Yani asked.

"Disa finished her guest lecture at M.I.T. less than an hour ago. She and Joba will be brought to New York with Adebiyi and the rest of the Jabari architectural team. They will be sequestered with me. No need to worry," Ramonda said.

Her image shimmered out of the room and they stared at her from Nakia's beads again.

"Quickly leave the hospital," Ramonda said.

Her face winked out and Yani walked out of her office with Nakia giving instructions to her co-workers. They understood why she had to leave. As the future queen of the nation, her safety was a priority.

The half-cruiser hovered above them outside and didn't even bother to land. A warm gravitational pull of neon blue light lifted them both up gently into the air. Above them, elite palace guards and military soldiers waited to help them aboard.

"Be gentle with her, please," Yani ordered.

The men followed her orders and deferred to her.

Out of the royal family members left in the country, Yani's status was higher than Nakia's and Shuri's. The ride to the palace was quiet, too quiet. The hum of the aircraft made her want to fly to Tunisia to scoop up her fiancé. Tunisia was the closest call they'd ever had with attempted assassinations on N'Jadaka. She had asked for her man to be transparent about everything, and now she wondered if she would prefer to not know anything about his work. Touching her chest, her heart thumped against her hand. Despite having a full security team, his own jaguar suit, and the powers of the heart-shaped herb, Yani experienced more fear than when he had been a mercenary. At least then he could be covert all the time. As a king, he couldn't be that way.

The King of England had ordered their secret service agents to kill the King of Wakanda in a foreign land to hide their hands. France had tried to be slick in their former African colonies, but Ramonda called them out at the U.N. and threw their treachery back in their face much to the embarrassment of the U.S. and the rest of the Western world. China tried to play up to Wakanda by sharing secret intel on the U.S. in West Africa. The tsunami of change N'Jadaka brought in his wake as king already had parts of Africa turning cold shoulders to Asian leaders wanting more incursions onto the continent.

Africa was changing.

King N'Jadaka proselytized the power of Africa for the Africans. No one else.

"Go and rest in the guest suite. We can have dinner together in the king's chambers," Yani said.

Nakia gave Yani a wide smile.

"What?" Yani asked.

"You speak Wakanadan so fluent now, for a second, you sounded like Queen Mother," Nakia said.

Yani waved her hands in a dismissive gesture.

"I still sound like a country girl up in the hills back home," Yani said.

Nakia shook her head.

"You sound like a queen. Until we meet again, Princess Yani."

Two Doras escorted Nakia away, leaving Yani alone with her personal Dora and the kingsguard. The military soldiers who flew with them posted themselves around the palace for extra security measures. Her kimoyo lit up. Dante's face appeared above her hand.

"Hi, Yani. I'm with Sweet Pea and Dumplin," Dante said.

"I'm here in the palace. N'Jadaka is fine. I spoke to Ramonda."

"I'm not worried. That boy can survive anything aimed at him. Are you okay? You look winded."

"The shock of it is settling in."

"I'll keep the children here with me. Go rest and let me know how things are. I'm keeping the news away from them. They think school just ended early because of the soccer league championships in Birnin D'Jata."

"Good. Nakia will join us for dinner tonight in the king's chambers. I want us all there if N'Jadaka calls."

"Okay."

Yani hustled her way to N'Jadaka's home and fell against the door once she closed it, not wanting the guards to see her worry.

"Everything is fine. Calm yourself," she whispered into the beautiful living room.

Yani hadn't been to N'Jadaka's home since the night they first made love after so many years. The natural comfort of its cozy décor eased her mind and brought into sharp relief the energy of her man. His essence permeated every square inch of the space and she let go of the knot bunched up in her stomach. She had to learn to cope better when bad news hit.

Stepping to the king's private bar, she poured herself a glass of Wakandan whiskey and noticed a pipe stuffed with an herb N'Jadaka liked to smoke that had the effects of weed, but didn't last as long in the bloodstream. Grabbing it, she struck up a lighter from the bar and smoked the pipe like a granny back home.

Home.

Gazing out of the grand window that overlooked the river and parts of the city reminded Yani that Wakanda was her true home. Her nation needed a strong queen for a strong king. She concentrated on preparing for his eventual return and being the best source of comfort for him. Her lessons with Umama on how to conduct herself as a queen rooted within her. Weeks and weeks of training, elocution classes, and body movement had been soaked into her bones. Even the way she touched N'Jadaka in public was practiced with Baba Z. The reliance on protocols began to make sense to Yani fully. How one conducted themselves in public gave assurance to the citizenry.

There were several hours to fill before dinner, so Yani practiced walking in the slow confident gait of a queen. She positioned her hands in the signs of deference and dismissal of Council Elders. Her posture was erect and her chin stayed tilted at the angle of royalty. The herb worked a subtle high in her bloodstream and she became more mellow as an hour passed with still no word from the king.

Yani contacted her home personal assistant Dakarai and the children's nanny to collect a week's worth of clothing to bring to the palace. She sent a kingsguard and a Dora to fetch them and set up housing for the women through the palace housekeeping department. Dakarai relayed that there were already press wanting a statement from the palace, but Yani wasn't ready to take on that part of her duties yet. She would leave that to N'Jadaka's PR staff and the Council of Elders.

She walked up the stairs that led to the second floor and looked in on the rooms Sydette and Riki would sleep in. The bed sheets were already clean and ready. There were brand-new toys situated on small children's desks, too. A third room for Joba was in the same state. Expectant. Prepared. It was their home too. She strolled over into another wing of the second floor that was to be her bridal bedroom. Udaku royalty had separate bedrooms, and the room that was to become her sanctuary was gorgeous. Crème and corals, pale pinks…soothing yellow and sea green accents brought the island flavor of her favorite cove to life.

Yani's mouth parted at the care and detail taken to create a one-of-a-kind bedroom for her. The room was as big as a luxury apartment with a bathroom view of the world below. Her large bathtub actually sat propped on a platform on the balcony so that she could air dry and enjoy being outside surrounded by exotic plants and flowers that draped along the walls to create a garden feel.

She had no idea N'Jadaka had redone everything for her with delicate touches like having photos of their children sprinkled throughout the room. Her favorite was of them in Joba's fairy garden, all three of N'Jadaka's progeny grinning with bright teeth and matching royal outfits. Seeing Joba, Yani tapped her kimoyo beads.

Disa's avatar popped up and then the woman herself appeared. She rode inside a car.

"They have you already," Yani said.

"Yes… we're heading across the bridge now. Security is deep," Disa said with a weary sigh.

"How is Joba?"

"Asleep, thank goodness."

Yani peered at the small bundle under a blanket next to Disa.

"My team is riding in the car behind ours. I'm just grateful that N'Jadaka is okay. You think you prepare for shit like this, but it just…"

Her eyes darted away.

"I know. We're in the palace. We'll stay here until he comes home. I'll keep you posted with any word."

"Thanks. I know Ramonda will only give me surface-level stuff because of her position."

Yani looked out across the city and rubbed the smooth waves of her hair.

"When will you return?" Yani asked.

"I'd like to finish all of my speaking engagements, but I know the family will want Joba back in Wakanda if anything else happens. It's hard being away from her for so long. I feel bad that I took her away from her siblings this long. She's having fun though. I know she misses Riki and Sydette… all her friends. But I know having her see me do my work enriches her."

Disa smiled.

"I'll let you go because I know they want to keep all lines secure," Disa said.

"I'll call you with any info. Miss you."

"I miss you too, Yani. Give Riki and Sydette all my love and a big hug. Love you, girl…"

Yani ended the chat by blowing a kiss to Disa. The jangle of a tiny bell sounded in the living room. She kicked off her shoes and padded to the front door. A kitchen staff member brought up a full lunch spread for her to enjoy in private. She ate the meal in the dining room and afterward walked up to the third floor to rest in N'Jadaka's bedroom. The massive bed bid peace to her tense body. Crawling onto the soft blankets, she cocooned herself under the covers and stretched her arm out to her side imagining N'Jadaka next to her. Pulling off her clothes and tossing them at the foot of the bed, she ran her fingers between her thighs and played with her folds, touching the healed clitoral piercings she received from an old woman named Sade months ago.

Part of Yani's betrothal march was studying the history of past Wakandan queens and their expected submission to traditional marriage customs. A gold and silver-laced hoop went through her clitoral hood and on her delicate folds were small neon blue diamond jewels that matched the studded jewel that was placed at the root of N'Jadaka's penis. She learned it was called the ring and seed of the beloved, an ancient custom of placing jewelry on the private parts of royalty that were a more intimate bonding than just simple wedding bands on fingers.

Together they arrived at a specialized piercer who showed them various precious metals and jewels to be placed on their bodies in preparation for marriage. They chose gold and silver for her hoop to match N'Jadaka's golden jaguar necklace, and the neon blue studded jewels to match the gorgeous blue of N'Jadaka's dick piercing. Yani's vulva was permanently made bald and six piercings were strategically placed on her clit and folds. At first, she thought there would be too much going on down in her coochie, but once it healed and the jewels gleamed with erotic beauty, her pussy literally became worth five million dollars, the value of the rare diamonds and gold only found within their borders. She had the most expensive vagina in the world.

Sometimes, late at night and after a glass of wine, she sat in front of a standing mirror with her legs spread wide, and she admired the royal pussy sparkling back at her. She'd finger her waist beads and wonder at the life she was living.

Queen Yani N'Isiqithi the First. Translation: Queen Yani of the far island, the first of her name.

That was to be her official title once she married N'Jadaka.

Her name would be added to the official Udaku ancestral registry and she would have a brand new portrait created that would hang in the palace. Under Umama's tutelage, she slowly began to carry herself in a different way. She studied hard and underwent hours of elder interrogation from the Udaku clan women. Old Aunties stepped in for her own mother to help her understand her new place in the world. An Udaku queen was not simply a helpmate or decoration on the king's throne. She was expected to step into a leadership role if anything happened to the king. That pressure squirreled away in the corners of her mind and forced Yani to study harder than she ever did for medical school.

There were plans for her coronation and the very first Queen's ball in over thirty years. So much responsibility rested at her feet and she fought like hell not to get lost in the overwhelming nature of the whole thing. She was no stranger to hard work and juggling multiple responsibilities.

The jewels made her private parts tingle and she fondled herself lazily under the covers of the king's bed. The arousing sensation spread as her inner folds plumped up and the jewels did what they were supposed to do, arousing her even more. Her fingers became slippery and she simply smacked her hand against her vulva the way N'Jadaka liked to do it. They hadn't been able to have sex until she healed and the anticipation to have him make love to her had her hips grinding down into the bed. The double-sided studs in her pussy lips made her vulva look like a tapestry of unreal riches. Already her opening throbbed and the tips of her breasts became pebbled peaks.

She gently smacked her vulva again, pretending it was N'Jadaka doing it. Her hips bucked on the bed and she chewed on her bottom lip, mewling with deep guttural moans that flew up to the vaulted ceiling. Yani stopped herself before she went too far. The king made her promise that she wouldn't cum after she healed until he was deep inside her pussy himself.

That was a brutal promise to make, especially when her pussy was so beautiful blinged out, and easily aroused with the new piercings rubbing against her panties all the time creating delicious friction. That was the intended purpose of the queens back in the olden days decorating their pussy. Constant arousal meant constant fucking and more royal babies.

Babies.

Yani removed her hand from her wet folds and sat up.

N'Jadaka wanted more babies. He didn't hide his intent to get her pregnant again. The upcoming birth of T'Challa's son had the king wistful, needing to see Yani pregnant with his seed. He never said it out loud in casual private conversations, but he was always ramping up a breeding kink in their sex before her piercings were put in.

"Look how hard you got my dick, baby! Gonna make me put a baby in that pussy!"

Yani played along with him because it got her man off. He liked holding her big legs up and watching his fat dick plow her walls. She'd whimper and squirm under him.

"Pussy so fat… look how it's taking all this dick… nice and tight too… fuck! Gon' make me nut…fuck, Yani! Make me nut all in this good pussy… get you pregnant again… put a bunch of babies all in this tight pussyyyyy!"

That's all it took to make him hunch up his shoulders and shoot cum until it was pouring out of her opening hot and steamy. Right away he would flip over onto his back and make her ride him. He'd clutch at her breasts and suck on her nipples, his arousal skyrocketing if she teased him with talk of her titties getting bigger again so she could feed his new baby. His titty boy ways always came out when she spoke to him about sharing breast milk with his child, and who she'd have to baby first, him or their infant. A glow would come into his eyes and she knew he wished to see her pregnancy journey from beginning to end. Her breasts would smack together in his face, and the sound of it sent him on his way as heavy spurts of cum filled her up again, his loud voice shouting her name. She knew for a fact that she would be in deep trouble if she weren't on the powerful Wakandan birth control medication. N'Jadaka fucked with a purpose and he would lose his mind once he finally had a chance to see her pussy for the first time with all the royal razzle dazzle added to it. He was already hurting from not being able to have her for weeks in his arms, let alone fucking her. The elders that chaperoned them to get their ring and seed of the beloved forbid him to even get a peek at the jewels once they were placed on her. She followed the rules then, knowing it would drive N'Jadaka wild. It was the only reason why he told her not to have an orgasm until he gave it to her. Yani shivered thinking about the way he would fold her once he saw pussy after two months.

Curling into the fetal position, Yani slept for a couple of hours, then showered for dinner. By then she had fresh new clothes to change into and enjoyed eating with the family in N'Jadaka's impressive dining room. Yani sat in the queen's seat and listened to her children discuss their day as Shuri and Nakia caught up. Dante ate and listened to dual conversations. No one spoke about what was happening in the outside world for the sake of the children. The Council of Elders and Ramonda kept Yani informed of N'Jadaka's new whereabouts, and she had to contain her excitement from Sydette and Riki. Their father was coming home after a long absence. She kept the info to herself, wanting to surprise them before they went to bed.

Hoping he would arrive sooner, Yani found her mood shifting as the evening wore on with no word from N'Jadaka. She was given permission by her betrothal chaperones to stay in the king's home with their children.

The nanny helped Riki and Sydette prepare for bed and Yani stood on the large king's deck watching for the lights of the Royal Talon Fighter to dot the horizon.

"Night Mama!"

Riki bounded into N'Jadaka's bedroom with Sydette.

"Night you two," Yani said giving them kisses and checking the security of their hair bonnets.

She followed them to their separate rooms and bid them sweet dreams before returning to her spot on the deck. After a time, she bathed in perfumed waters and slathered her skin in aromatic oils. Her make-up was natural-looking but perfect for a reunion of lovers. Still tense and alone, she kept watching for her brave king wearing a robe over her nudity.

Darkness shrouded the peace of the city below, and still, no—

Wait!

Yani's breath caught in her throat as a string of beaded lights looking like a line of distant fireflies dotted the horizon. Stinger escorts!

Yani rushed out of the king's bedchamber and ran down to her bedroom to change into a gorgeous gown she had prepared to wear when he came home. She held it against her breasts. If she put it on so late, then he'd know she had been worried. Perhaps it was better to look casual and unbothered by the situation. Showing confidence was what he needed to see from her. Tossing the gown on the bed, she reached into her travel bag and pulled out a sheer white teddy that barely covered her ass… just the way he liked. Checking her reflection in her bedroom mirror, she ran back up to the third floor. The Royal Talon Fighter finally came into view looking like a plump honey bee surrounded by worker drones.

Chills went up and down Yani's arms because of the anticipation of seeing him. By the time the Talon Fighter streaked past the palace headed to the Talon port, she could barely contain herself. She spread her arms out on the deck's thick marble guardrail to help keep her wobbly legs from buckling underneath her in defeat and running down to greet him in the lobby. That was not becoming of a queen. The king was supposed to come for her.

Each breath and each heartbeat became a ticking metronome of time measurement. The only thing that existed in the world at that moment was the sound of his feet moving up... and up... and up all the stairs of his private chamber. Yani kept her body faced toward the night as the heavy footfall sounds carried him closer. The ancient creak of the bedroom door opening almost made her burst into fiery orange embers.

A powerful hand gripped her chin from behind and turned her head sideways. N'Jadaka's lips smothered hers as his huge hot body pressed into her back. Another hand snaked around her waist and held her in place. His tongue swirled in her mouth, his breath warm and tasting of spiced rum and honey. A big hard dick wedged into the crack of her ass cheeks, the heat of it making her skin sweat. Yani gave him ferocious kisses back into his mouth and their lips couldn't stop searching for comfort within one another. They groaned together when he dropped a hand to palm her vulva, feeling the exquisite jewels on her folds.

"Dripping baby…," he groaned into her mouth, spreading her sticky wetness all over her outer lips.

She started dripping wet the moment she spotted his Talon Fighter.

The king dropped to his knees and spread her ass so he could smother the back of her pussy with his lush mouth. Lip-smacking goodness is all Yani heard as he ate a queen properly. She tilted her hips and tooted her ass out further and nearly suffocated him with so much ass and tasty pussy. His loud moans of pleasure broke the silence of the deck.

"…oh shit…oh this pussy is so good, Yani…shit… give Daddy all his pussy…dassit…that's a good girl, that's Daddy's good girl…"

Tears blurred her eyes as he rolled his big tongue across her folds increasing the sensations of her piercings working their pussy magic on her nerve endings.

"You ready to cum for Daddy?" he groaned into her folds.

"Yes!" she shouted.

Her clit thumped against his tongue and lips and the gentle tugging his teeth made on her clit hoop piercing had her gasping and clawing at the marble guardrail, unable to control her pleading for release.

"IwahncumIwahncum…" became her mantra and N'Jadaka laughed into her folds before standing upright.

She whined with disappointment at being denied relief from his pleasuring, but that ended abruptly when he slid that thick dick inside of her, and her tight walls throbbed all over it in anticipation.

"Damn, girl, damn!" he shouted.

Rooted deep inside her, he wasted not one ounce of friction to pluck more groans and begging from her. Her ass cheeks clapped for him and her pussy squelched and trembled from the pressure of being stretched to capacity. His balls slapped and rubbed against her clit while he gripped her hips and moved.

"Feel how hard you got this dick?" he panted.

All Yani could do was shake her head, all the breath fucked out of her.

"Throw it back!"

He smacked her ass twice and she obeyed, slamming back into him, his big dick demanding to reintroduce the hierarchy of needs in their relationship whenever he was away for a long time. Daddy got his first in those situations. At least that's what they pretended with the charade of power in their bedroom.

"I wanna feel it, baby!" N'Jadaka demanded.

She let go.

The build-up, the unbearable tension, the delectable friction, the longing, the weeks of pining for Daddy Dick…

Yani came in hard pulses that squeezed all that big meat and that nigga gagged on the feeling of superb pussy milking cum out of his balls. He exploded with a harsh gasping shriek that made Yani throb even harder with her lush orgasm that flushed her entire body with raging heat.

"Yani…Yani…shiitttttt…Yaniiiii…"

The king was down bad shooting his hot load into creamy pussy heaven. She felt him pull back from crushing her back so he could watch his dick pump cum deep into her womb.

"Keep squeezing that dick…oh with them pretty pussy lips… ooh fuck me bitch!"

Her pussy kept tugging on his dick until he pulled out and slapped her ass hard.

"Go get on the bed!" he commanded.

Yani steadied herself and moved away from the guardrail. She knew his eyes were glued to her big ass jiggling as she walked, shaking his waist beads. Her steps were on the balls of her feet in the way that she was taught to walk by Umama and Ramonda. The sway of her hips hypnotized him. She glanced over her shoulder.

"I only have permission to stay here for tonight on the second floor, I'm not supposed to be in the king's bed yet… not while you're here," she said all breathy and coy.

His eyes were still on her ass, and his hand was on his still erect dick, stroking it just under the wide head. Cum still spilled out of it onto the floor.

"I don't give a fuck!"

Yani laughed and walked even slower into the bedroom.

She unfastened the teddy and dropped it on the floor. N'Jadaka stopped her from walking further, rubbing the head of his dick on her ass. He gripped the back of her neck when she took a step forward and forced her to stay put.

"Stay still."

His rugged voice sounded raw and needy. Just the way she liked it. Jiggling her ass, she made her cheeks jump with a slow lazy rhythm and his breath hitched. He shook off all of his royal clothing.

"Fuck…I missed this big ass so much-"

The words barely came out and he was already ejaculating all over her fatty, ribbons of thick cum streaking white lines all over her oiled-up curves. Yani turned and rested her backside on the edge of the bed.

"I guess we can't get in trouble if I just sit here….hmmm my king?" she purred.

That was a dangerous thing to say to him. His eyes were already glazed over with lust for her. She lifted her legs up high and pulled her pussy lips open so he could see her piercings. The groan he let out made her pussy twitch. His fingers played in her folds tugging on each jewel and dragging her toward release again.

"It's beautiful Yani…so beautiful… you're so perfect… so fucking perfect."

He fell to his knees and ate her out again, taking his time to indulge in pussy play with his tongue and fingers. When he smacked her vulva a few times, she knew he was ready for more fucking, and this time, he was going for his satisfaction first no matter what. His gaze was lost in delirious desire and the need to quench the thirst of being away from her. She played with her nipples for him, hissing in pleasure when he inserted the head of his dick and watched it tug down on her clit.

"Pussy so pretty like this," he said with clenched teeth as he slid in further, her pussy stretching again to accommodate his girth as best it could. They both watch the hoop of her clit piercing line up with his dick piercing and they marveled at the perfect alignment of their bodies. He played with her breasts and nipples, suckled them, and fucked, forcing her eyes to roll back and shut tight at the love he gave her mixed in with all the unbridled lust they carried for each other.

"Can't hold it, Yani," he yelped, his face contorted and swept up in her tight grip on his dick.

He dug in deep and she held onto him, crying, so happy that he was home and with her. N'Jadaka wiped her tears away, kissing her eyelids, and murmuring how much he loved her as he pumped deep strokes. Would every homecoming for him always be like this? She prayed it would be so. Her face stayed on fire even though her body was drenched with sweat and kisses from his lips all over. He watched her titties bounce as he fingered her clit, satisfied with the way he took care of her pussy. Varying his rhythm to keep her satisfied, his eyes soon locked onto hers as his lips bunched into a pout making his face look mean and oh, so hot to her.

She knew what he was thinking.

Yani held her feet above his head and he hunched over her body letting sweat rain down on her.

"We're not supposed to be doing this," she whispered in his ear above the raw grunts falling out of his mouth.

He pumped his dick in her a little faster.

"The elder chaperones said we can't fuck until we get married, my king. I'm not supposed to be in your bed—"

"Fuck," he gasped.

"I should go back to the second floor in case they come checking up on us—"

He slammed her arms above her head and held them down tight, fucking her harder.

"We can't do this…" she pleaded.

A fluttering in the back of her pussy cued her to an oncoming orgasm. But Yani needed him to get her there in a way that would make her feel it in the roots of her hair. That meant giving him what he wanted, even if they were just playing at it.

"Fuck me… keep fucking me all night," he huffed.

"I can't," she said.

She squirmed in his grip, her arms jammed down into the mattress by his powerful grip.

"You gon' fuck this dick like I said."

His tone was rough, the growl deep in his throat made her toes spasm.

"But you might do something that will get us in trouble," she warned.

The pleading in her voice sounded so real that N'Jadaka pulled back just a touch to look at her face.

"We're not using protection," she whispered.

Oh, that was it. That was so it.

N'Jadaka threw back his head and his dick swelled, the thickness engorging everything inside of her. Yani started cumming before the king roared and spilled into her. His body jerked above her and he slammed his hips against her, making sure his dick was planted in her so he could paint her walls with more hot semen.

They gulped and gasped together like fish out of water for a long time before he finally raised off of her.

"You don't play fair at all," he said.

Yani smirked and stroked his moist chest. His skin was shiny with so much sweat. She tried to move back onto the middle of the bed to give them room, but N'Jadaka held her tight against him.

"Yani, I want to get you pregnant again."

He was finally telling her outside of the act. She sat up and leaned in toward him.

"I know."

"And I know you're not ready, not yet. But every time we make love, that's all I think about. Maybe it's all the stress I'm under or all the crazy shit that's happening… like this Tunisia bullshit…I just…I feel like I'm going to miss out on the experience."

His hushed tone scared her. He stroked the side of her head.

"I don't want you worrying that something is going to happen to me. Nakia's pregnancy has made me a little jealous… that's all. I want more kids with you. I want to watch your belly grow. I want to make love with my baby inside of you again when I know it this time. I want to see you give birth and help you bring that life out again. I mean… fuck… thinking about getting you pregnant just turns a nigga on, no lie baby. Most dudes run away from that shit, but I'm running to it. I love being a father. I love waking up every morning knowing there are children waiting to see my face. Every time I look at you I wonder what you will bring me next."

Yani kissed him and he cradled the back of her head.

"When you are ready, tell me and I will do the deed," he said.

He shared more kisses with her, their tongues touching and telling quiet secrets of their future. Yani slid to her knees and wrapped her lips around his dick, deep-throating him for a long time, thanking him for giving her the space to decide when. Until then, she would fuck every which way she could, letting him know that she was his forever.

N'Jadaka came in her mouth with a soft grunt and she swallowed, happy that she had pleased him on his return. Udaku dick was dangerous. He could really go all night with the heart-shaped herb running through his veins. But she had no special blood or powers, and her pussy and mouth were tired.

She laid on her side and let the king fuck her in her ass before she fell asleep in his arms, his gruff voice telling her over and over, as her eyelids became drowsy and limp, how much he loved and missed her.

Yani woke up to the sound of her children squealing and laughing like it was Christmas or their birthday. Rolling over on her side, she noticed the left side of the bed was cool and empty. Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if she dreamed of N'Jadaka's return.

No… the royal clothing he shed on the floor and her white sheer teddy was still there waiting for housekeeping to pick up. The king's booming voice in the next room that held his private sitting room chatted with Sydette and Riki. After a few minutes, it became quiet and N'Jadaka came back into the bedroom alone.

"The kids are heading down to help set up breakfast with staff for us. You can relax for another half hour if you want."

"They sounded so happy to see you."

"Yeah, they were. No one told them what happened, huh?"

Yani shook her head.

"I only want them to think you came home early because you wanted to surprise them."

He rubbed her stomach, feeling the waist beads resting on her hip.

"Damn, why you gotta be so fine waking up in the morning?" he said.

Yani grinned and pulled him down next to her. He teased her clit with inquisitive fingers.

"These piercings are everything, Yani. Shit is amazing to look at. Fucking art."

He dipped his fingers into her pussy gently, turning her on. Once she started panting, he took off his robe and pajama bottoms and pushed her thighs open, sliding his girth back into her. He fucked her slowly, taking his time with morning loving. His eyes darted all over her body, taking in her appearance.

"Big… hard… dick…" she gasped.

"That's your dick… you like me stretching you out?"

She whipped her head back and forth on his pillow, grateful that their only discourse had been fucking and not talking about the attempt on his life. He seemed happy not to have that discussion, his focus only on pleasing her and his need for intimate contact. She stroked the nape of his neck and rubbed her hands all over his wide chest as he gave her deep dick.

"I love you," he moaned in her ear, his hips snapping forward to push a hard nut out as quietly as he could.

Yani missed that kind of sex, too. The trying-to-be-quiet-slow-screwing because the kids and household help were around. Their dirty talk was kept only three inches away from their mouths facing each other and the intensity had him pulling out and beating his dick against her folds until a stream of cum soaked her vulva and the covers while she played with her clit. Yani brought herself to orgasm watching his dick pulse in his hand. He played with his jizz by tapping his dick against her folds, liking how it covered her piercings

Yani's kimoyo lit up.

"Nah, cancel any work or queen consort training," he mumbled, stroking his hard dick and eyeing her plump mouth for dick-sucking.

Nakia's avatar popped up. Code red.

"Oh my goodness!" Yani shouted.

She jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom shower, throwing her kimoyo beads over her wrist.

"Yani…hold up—"

Yani ducked her head back out to the annoyed king who had his fat dick upright for her to hop on.

"Nakia is in labor!" Yani shouted.

"Oh, snap!"

N'Jadaka ran out of the bedroom to go to his dressing room to prepare for a new royal birth. Yani burst out laughing at the comical way he left her, then concentrated on talking to Nakia as she practiced her breathing to push out little Toussaint.

Chapter 72 HERE.

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Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Four: I Talk to a Goddess (Read on AO3 here)

I stared at the centaur expectantly, not daring to move or react. I didn’t know what being a daughter of Poseidon meant, but judging by the stares and looks I was getting, it wasn’t anything to celebrate. After a tense moment of silence, Chiron spoke again. 

“Come with me.” And with that, he turned and began making his way back to the Big House. I had to jog to catch up with him since I hadn’t realized he had been talking to me until he was halfway down the path. I could hear the other campers talking louder now, and part of me was glad I couldn’t hear their words from behind me. 

I didn’t speak until we were walking up the large hill. 

“Did I do something wrong?” I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this was all somehow my fault. Chiron stopped in his tracks and looked down at me, his face full of concern. 

“Your fault? Not at all. Why do you say that?” 

“Well, all the other kids seemed to react like something bad happened. Some of them looked angry.” 

The centaur shook his head. “You being claimed by Poseidon is not a bad thing, just…surprising. Maybe concerning, but not bad. Children of the Big Three are especially powerful, and therefore especially dangerous. These campers have seen the hard road Percy has walked for the past four summers, they know Thalia Grace’s troubled fate. I’m sure they’re just worried about what this will mean, that's all.” Somehow his words didn’t make me feel better, and I got the strange feeling he knew that. “Come,” he continued, “There is someone inside who can explain it better.” 

I followed him through the hallways into the large room at the center of the house. It was decorated like a cozy living room you would find in a cabin in the woods, with worn couches, a weathered coffee table with all sorts of games stacked on top of it, and a small TV that looked like it was from the early 90s and would only play VHS tapes. To the wall just right of the TV was a large fireplace that spanned the length of the entire wall, with an oval dome on the top. And there in front of the flames, tending to the coals, sat a young girl in a simple gray dress with her hair in braids. She turned as we came in, smiling at us kindly. I would’ve thought she was another camper if it weren’t for her eyes, which were glowing red from dark sockets. But the glow wasn’t menacing or threatening, it was warm and inviting, like a fire on a cold winter night. Like the fire that was always burning in my home growing up. 

“My child,” She said as she stood up, and as she did she seemed to transform from a girl of twelve to a woman in her thirties. I blinked, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but when I looked again, there she stood. Her face was familiar, and I got distracted trying to figure out where I had seen her before. Her eyes were still glowing. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment.” 

“Angie,” Chiron’s voice brought me back to the room, “meet Lady Hestia, goddess of the hearth and home.” 

My jaw dropped open for the millionth time today. “The Hestia? Like, for real?” 

The woman simply nodded, and I attempted an awkward curtsey. I had no idea what the proper etiquette when meeting a goddess was, but I figured some sort of bow was involved. 

“My Lady.” I glanced at Chiron nervously, and I saw him nod slightly. Phew, at least I wasn’t messing this up yet. 

“I wanted to wait until your father claimed you to have this discussion, and I’m pleased he did so quickly. Please, have a seat.” She sat down on the couch closest to the fire, and I sat on a chair facing her. Chiron stayed standing where he was—I could imagine him trying to sit his horse body on the love-seat nearest to the door and I had to stifle a laugh. 

“Can you tell me what’s going on? I have so many questions.” The words came tumbling out, and I hadn’t realized how desperate for answers I truly had been until someone with them sat in front of me. 

“I can imagine you do, and they will all be answered in time. But for now, I can try to explain some things, but others you will have to find on your own.” 

Oh, I thought, but instead I just nodded. 

“Let’s start at the beginning,” she waved her hand, and the flames in the fireplace shuddered and began to move in a way I had never seen fire move before. It was like they were dancing almost, and then suddenly, an image of waves, a beach, and a low cabin materialized in the flames. I stared at it in wonder. 

“Your father, Poseidon, fell in love with a mortal woman many years ago. She was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon him fishing, and he was taken instantly with her beauty and kindness. They spent the whole summer together, learning each other’s souls and hearts. It was foolish of Poseidon, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. When you meet your mother, Sally Jackson, I think you’ll understand why. She is a wonderful, singular woman.” 

My mother. The words hit me like a ton of bricks, nearly knocking the air out of my lungs. All of this time since coming to Camp I had been so focused on who my godly parent would be that I forgot that somewhere out there I also had a mortal parent, a mortal mother who had given me up. I didn’t understand how a woman like Hestia just described would give me away so easily. 

“But once the fall came, and summer ended, Sally had to go back to her life in the city and leave Poseidon behind. She wanted him to come with her, for them to start a life together, but he couldn't. He explained to her his true identity, and why their love could not continue. He wanted her to come with him, to live in his palace under the sea, but she refused. They were both heartbroken, I hadn’t seen my brother so devastated in thousands of years. A few weeks after they parted is when I noticed the first sign of trouble. As goddess of the home, I make it a point to keep an eye on my siblings…dalliances, if you will, to inform them when they have a new child on the way that they will need to watch over and, hopefully, claim. Eileithyia, the goddess of childbirth and a good friend of mine, came to me and told me that there was not only one child growing in your mother, but two.” Hestia paused here, and I felt like her words were still swimming around my head. The flames stopped shifting into different forms, and there was so much information to take in at once, it took me a few moments to realize that she was talking about me, as well as my apparent brother. 

“So that means…I’m a twin?” As I said the word, I watched as one of the large flames split into two. 

The Lady nodded and Chiron stood still as a statue. 

“When I went to Poseidon and told him the news, he was beside himself with worry.” The flames began to take shape again, forming into two figures in a beautiful, flaming throne room. One of the figures was hunched over in grief. “He knew the risks of bringing a child into the world, breaking his oath, and explained how he believed he could protect them if a child was born. But we both knew that it would be impossible to protect two children, especially at once. Zeus would without a doubt discover the children, and there would be no stopping his wrath.” 

“I don't understand.” I blurted as the flames formed tiny lightning bolts. 

“After what you call World War Two, the three elder gods, my brothers Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, made a pact to not father anymore children, since they often had the potential to be especially destructive. Zeus and Poseidon have both broken this oath now, and it was not pretty for either of them when the other found out.” 

“But technically Poseidon only broke the oath once, even though he had two children.” I didn’t know why I felt the need to defend the man who had left me high and dry. The faintest smile played at the goddess’ lips. 

“There is truth to your statement, but Zeus would not have seen it that way. Poseidon producing two children would cause an imbalance, and he would see it as a threat. My brothers are often jealous of one another, and this blinds them to reason.” I thought Hestia was pretty bold to speak so blatantly about the king of the heavens and of the seas that way, but she didn’t seem concerned. I guess siblings are siblings, all-powerful-gods or not. 

“Either way,” Hestia continued, “when I told him Sally would be having twins, he begged me to help him. And for old times sake, I gave him my word that I would take one of them, give them to someone I trusted and knew would raise them with love and care, and provide protection while we waited for their time to come. And that’s what I did for you—I’ve been watching over you, keeping you from Zeus’ gaze and the eyes of monsters, since you were a baby.” Her smile was so warm it was almost as comforting as one of my moms hugs, which I could really use right about then. 

“I don’t know what to say, my Lady.” 

“You don’t have to say anything, dear. After all, what’s family for? It was an honor to be the patron of my niece, and your father has always been my favorite brother.” She smiled playfully and leaned towards me, whispering her next words, “but don’t tell anyone I said that.” 

I was grateful for the brief moment of levity, but I still had so many questions. One of which was if I should start calling the woman across from me Auntie Hestia. 

“Does my birth mom, umm, Sally, know about me?” 

The goddesses face darkened slightly, “No she does not. Your father and I decided it would be best if I took any memory of you from her, for both your safety and hers. But don't worry, I have those memories stored, and it was always my intention to give them back to her once the time was right.” I thought about that for a moment, really letting the weight of that soak in. My whole life, I thought my birth parents had discarded me, thrown me away without a thought. Sometimes I wondered if they ever missed me or regretted leaving me. But in reality, my mom hadn’t even remembered that I existed, and she had no choice in sending me away. I wondered how long after my birth that I had been taken from her, and my heart ached. 

“But why—” my voice faltered, and I couldn't finish my thought. The goddess looked at me softly, her eye’s filled with pity, and I knew I didn’t have to. 

“Why were you chosen to be sent away and not your brother?” She held my gaze and it took all of my willpower to force the smallest nod. “That is a question I cannot answer. It was your father’s will, and I merely did as he asked. Perhaps someday you will be able to ask him yourself.” 

A lump formed in my throat, along with a new feeling of betrayal and abandonment. Why had he chosen me to be separated from my mother, from my home? Why not my brother, this Percy—why couldn’t he have grown up lonely and bullied in Arizona while I was living in New York with the woman who gave birth to me, who loved my father and knew who I truly was? A new and sudden distaste was beginning to form towards my father, and there was no part of me that ever wanted to look at his face. 

“My child,” I didn’t know when I had started staring at the flames, which had gone back to normal. I looked back at the goddess, her eyes still glowing but somehow kind. “I know it may be hard to understand, but I have no doubt someday all will be clear. Your father is a good man, remember that.” I got the strangest feeling that Hestia was peering into my mind and sensing my newfound disdain for Poseidon, and I wondered if gods could read peoples minds. 

I said nothing to her, and returned my eyes to the flames. 

“Thank you, Lady Hestia. You have been most enlightening.” Chiron spoke from where he stood by the door, and the goddess stood up from where she was sitting. 

“I have waited long for this day, and I am happy to see it come to pass. Welcome home, Andromeda. You will do great things.” And before I could respond or even stand, the goddess stepped into the hearth and disappeared into the flames. 

I sat and stared into the fire, wishing she would come back and keep explaining until everything finally made sense. I now knew more than before, but somehow had more questions. I wondered who would speak first, even though I had no idea what I could say, when the door to the room slammed open. 

“Miss Hayes, you cannot just—“ Chiron was interrupted by a voice I recognized, but I was too lost in the flames to turn around. 

“Angie!” I felt arms around my torso and it took me too long to realize I was being attacked with a hug. 

“What the—”

“Angie, I don't know how to thank you.” The girl pulled back and I saw that it was Cadence, her braid messy and her eyes puffy, like she had been crying. A lot. 

“What do you mean?” My head was already spinning from my conversation with Hestia and I could not put the pieces together. 

“Will told me what happened with Robbie, how you saved his life! I should've been there with him, but I had such a late night and I was sleeping in and—”

“Whoa whoa, slow down there.” I could tell she was about to start spiraling, and I did not need that right then. “It was nothing, I kinda went on autopilot. I saw him fall into the water, and next thing I knew, I was pulling him out.” Now that I thought about it, I didn’t remember deciding to dive in to save the small boy. It was as if an instinct took over, and I wondered how much of that she owed to my father. 

Cadence’s face got serious as she looked into my eyes. “Is it true?” 

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. She let go of me at this, taking a few steps back and nervously looking at Chiron. Just like the other kids, afraid and confused, I thought. Even my one and only friend at Camp was treating me differently. The centaur sighed and walked toward us, his eyes sad. 

“All that matters now is that Angie is here and can receive the proper training and protection.”

“But how—” 

“Angie was told the truth about her birth, it is her decision who she shares that with.” I smiled weakly at the activities director, thankful for his thoughtfulness. Cadence looked back at me, her eyes burning with questions. 

“I’ll tell you once I’ve figured it all out myself. Right now, I feel like my head is swimming.” 

“That's funny—swimming.” 

I looked at the daughter of Apollo, not saying a word. 

“Get it? Because you're the daughter of…” she looked to Chiron, but seeing she was getting no support, deflated. “Never mind.” She shifted awkwardly in her seat and stood up. “Well, thanks again, Angie. You have no idea how grateful I am, how grateful we all are. You were a real hero today.” She gave me a small smile before turning around and walking out of the room, the spring in her step I noticed just the day before nowhere to be found. 

“A hero, huh?” I said under my breath once she was out of the room. Whether Chiron heard it or not, he made no indication, instead walking over to the door and looking back at me. 

“You should gather your things and move them to Cabin 3, now that we know where you belong. Once you’re ready, find me back here. It is time to begin your training, for we haven't a moment to lose.” 

I watched him walk out of the room, feeling more lost than I had before. 

[lavenoon]

Me, everytime I read a new chapter from you: maybe this time AO3 will let me leave more kudos

AO3: No

Me: >:(

Seriously though! I just read it and aaaahhhh, I love it! I love that Robin noticed how tense Sun was! And how even though now he is letting his suave side show, we maybe even get MORE of his soft side than we already had in canon, since he is trying to hide what's troubling him behind that wall of confidence and smooth talking. Good on Robin for not letting him get away with that!

He deserves to be reassured too. Moon did get the worse self doubt from the reveal because of Robin's initial hostility when they met and their comments of their coworker afterwards, but I can imagine that the rejection when Robin found out must have hit Sun very hard because up until now, his relationship with them had been nothing but friendliness even if there was some awkwardness.

Of course, this is not about him feeling like y/n still resents him, but he obviously resents himself about it all. His pride must have taken a hit, who knows how he's felt talking to any superiors that knew beforehand. And we do know that he is very proper about doing things the correct way, his personality makes it muvh easier to grab onto mistakes and not let them go for a long time.

I wonder what else there is to it too! I have my theories, but those are mostly vague speculation than anything so I'll just wait and see!

Ok, that's that about the character analysis.

Now, ahem, ahem.

ALL THAT FLIRTING THOUGH LFDKGHSLKG

Sun all hesitant at Robin's advances, but then goes ha! Uno reverse! and puts them in his lap fldskfklñjhgfs

And then that ending??? Hello??? SIR

Robin about to get ankle grabbed fr fr lgdkjglsk

*clears throat*

Anyways I'm very normal, yes

HEHEHE I've seen a post claiming I'll still get the mail for it? Let's see if that's true <3 But your extra kudos made it to me already from intent alone!

Sun mirrors certain insecurities that Y/N also suffers from, insecurities Moon simply cannot calm because he went through entirely different ones. The confidence in the job you do, the confidence in a friendship you are terrified to lose.

Because let's look back - Sun hears his neighbor is also the work rival he heard about. His performance already starts dropping and he gets reprimanded before Y/N finds out and hides from him. It only gets worse after that, and within two weeks, he has to wonder if he's actually good at his job and if he'll lose the one friendship he actually indulged in due to incompetence, and if not that will he lose it because of what he's hidden from them?

He gets reassured that they still care and want to get to know Dawn, too, but the hit to his confidence does not so easily recover. This also being around the time when the boys pick up contact with Eclipse more (and start feeling really conflicted about how they handled that before), and his mind is simply a mess. He's feeling like all the mistakes he racked up are now coming back to haunt him, and he has to fix them all now while also handling everything he handled before and more

And that, like you say, meets his need to follow the rules, of what's proper and done, and he's slacking and faced the consequences and that just proves that he has to follow these rules! He can't afford any more mistakes!

Moon notices, and can't get him out of that spiral, because he got reassured before already (though the hiding/ rejection stings, of course) and the most glaringly obvious mistake... Was the explosion, which he escaped a reprimand for on account of lost an arm.

Y/N also notices, but is very new to prying - they didn't communicate before not just because they're idiots, but because in all constellations prying is just not something they could afford. It's different now, but it still feels invasive, so they need the little push from Moon to decide that yes, actually, Sun will get to relax one way or another.

And so the day off is planned! And when just relaxing doesn't actually work, well, then Y/N will pry, and make sure he's not going anywhere for it <3

But when they do, and he starts internally panicking because oh no, they can't know about that. He already worries about how they see him, he can't admit to even more faults! So he tries to deflect with flirting, but Y/N is 1) stubborn and 2) oblivious to his intent, and it works! Because as soon as he sees that his approach isn't working, and actually making Y/N insecure and wanting to withdraw, he panics even more and just holds them there! <3

And then the flirting.... >:3c

Sun blanking at the head in his lap before hesitantly indulging and holding them there, and then much less hesitantly holding on to them when they try to leave. Growing bolder then, both with the hope to maybe deflect but also to keep them closer <3

(And also because I wanted some touch and it just fit so so well in this. I went a little wild)

(Same with the ending. I. hehe <3)

Five seconds don't do too much because they won't leave the house and Y/N will be far too giggly to actually try and get away once he's cornered them. They enjoy the chase too, and for them the only thing getting caught promises is more cuddles and fun with a friend, so there is no fear at all (rip reverse AU Dawn) <3

And, well, a couple months down the line a chase like that will not end as sweet, and those teeth and claws might just get put to actual use <3

[wcrjreporter]

Inmate Report 07-30-22 4:30 A.M.

 4:30 A.M.                                                                                        07-30-22 

Being an anti-sex trafficking activist, in a town that is considered a hub of sex trafficking, in one of the highest trafficking states in the Nation, is precarious… to say the least. 

How I ended up in Warren County Regional Jail in Bowling Green, Kentucky involves a Chinese Manufacturing Company, a dead dog, a divorce, sex, drugs, lots of rock n roll, and many other world-traveled family secrets along the way. 

The why’s of what I’m actually writing about here is still unfolding, as is the what in the hell happened that I would be CHARGED with complicity to rape and kidnapping, and how in the hell will this all end… remains to be seen. All I know is I am charged with something I would never do, in a Jail full of people who probably would (side note: apparently even the Jail itself has a reputation for doing the things I am charged with. Ha.) 

On top of that I am, as I mentioned before, an activist… which means even while facing my own hellish, nonsensical, purgatorial reality, seeing what is happening to the human beings around me I cannot help but feel the need to do something. Even if attempting to do so leads to my own peril. (You may think that statement dramatic, but wait until the investigation and whatever this current saga may be is over. This town is twisted. That is a total understatement.)

I’m not necessarily writing this for anyone in particular, more as a mental exercise to keep myself grounded in reality. Reality can be brutal sometimes when you’re in here. Dreams offer escape, but waking up to this shit-hole of a cell after being literally anywhere else in my mind is a special kind of hell. Same four walls, same foul air, same putrid food, same tainted water. All of us trapped in here, having to find new ways every day to live together. Some days are VERY hard.

Currently all the cells surrounding mine are on Covid lockdown (but oddly, only for 5 days). Many of the Deputies, also the Jailer, remain unmasked when entering cells despite this. He (The Jailer) is not my biggest fan, since this week I spoke to Department of Corrections (DOC) alongside my colleague on the outside about the conditions here. Those complaints ended with DOC making a “home visit” to WCRJ, complete with a kitchen walkthrough and a sit-down interview with yours truly. (Later, it would turn out, DOC did nothing to address the issues I spoke to them about regarding severe medical neglect, sexual harassment of inmates by Guards, tasing people in restraint chairs, not providing proper medication to inmates, unhealthy and unsafe food and living conditions, improper mental health care, etc. Just a wink and nod at the Jailer and away they went. Meanwhile, since then, people have literally died… or sued the Jail for sexual abuse as well.)

I was subsequently visited by two Deputies the next day who pulled me out of my cell to ask me if I had any rapes in my cell specifically to report. I told them, at the moment in my cell, no. They made me sign a piece of paper which later turned out to be a statement claiming I agreed that I  made false PREA (Prison Rape Elimination Act) reports… which stemmed from me telling my colleague over a video chat (monitored by the Jail) that I had received several reports from female inmates in the Jail of sexual assault, and some allegations that the Jailer had a hand in covering up such assaults himself. (Later like I said the Jail would be sued for sexual assault by a Guard on a female Inmate… after all this occurred with me… just throwing that out there.) They had me sign this form to cover their ass. Clearly it didn’t stop the actual, serious problem of Guards assaulting female inmates.

It was an odd situation since I had never made out a PREA report. I had simply told my friend, IN VERY VAGUE TERMINOLOGY to protect the identities of the people who told me they were assaulted, that some serious things had happened there. (Unfortunately, after this, the serious things continued.)

My friend has set up another video visit with me today and I’m not quite sure what to tell her, because based on how they have reacted to all this I am concerned about possible retaliation against myself (which eventually does happen), or more importantly the women who told me about the alleged abuse.

On top of that issue, there is medical neglect here. When my friend “M” was sick two weeks ago (shaking suddenly with a fever) we tried many times to call for the Guards or hail medical (even pressing the emergency button on the wall) since… in a situation like that you can’t very well drive yourself to a hospital or get a first aid kit. You’re locked behind bars. You need assistance, even for basic healthcare. After no response for a considerable time (I’m talking 20, 30 mins) we had another inmate in the cell call her family on the phone and tell them to call the front desk at the jail and tell them there was a medical emergency in our cell. This was pure desperation at this point.

10 minutes later the Guard comes in screaming at her (and us) in the cell and demanded she come out. While she finally got escorted (very rudely) to medical we then lost our TV privileges and all but one phone in our cell for the rest of the day. We were told this was for us calling her family and getting them to call the front and make a complaint in order to expedite our cellmates medical care. Apparently you get punished for asking for help here when you are sick.

When my friend “D” (one of the female inmates who also told me she was abused in the Jail in 2019) was vomiting so hard in our cell she literally pissed herself three nights ago,then started wretching, and finally went into a seizure, they wouldn’t help her. It wasn’t until I threatened to file a grievance unless they took her to a hospital and got her medical care. They finally came in and removed her from the cell, but instead of getting her medical attention they took her and dumped her in an isolation cell (the hole) to seize, piss, shit, and vomit on herself alone. They then kept her in isolation for three days, she only just got back yesterday to our cell. Shell-shocked, haggard, and glad to be alive.

When she got back she told me that she almost lost her mind when she came to from her seizure and realized she had been put in the exact same cell she was raped in in 2019, an assault she claims the Jailer knew about. She begged to be moved but no one listened to her, and she had to spend days sick, broken, and filled with panic and disgust.

There is an evil in this place. Evil happens here, and corrupts. I have written letters, I have written songs, I have prayed, danced, and tried to sing it away, but even now I can feel the light draining from my eyes. I don’t hear the women screaming at night as much as I used to and I wonder - did they move them because I complained? Did they get out? Did they survive?

August 1st marks 80 days that I’ve been here (I was arrested Friday the 13th - true story) and so far I myself have escaped the “turtle suit”, getting tased, being left to piss and shit myself in the restraint chair, or raped in the hole, and I wonder if I will get out. Will I survive? (I ended up surviving, but now I am fighting on the outside to keep my freedom… which is why I’m posting this anonymously.)

Either way, despite my charges, despite that reputation, I cannot stop myself from speaking up for those who haven’t survived. Will anyone believe me? Who knows… but for the first time in my life I am learning to use my voice. I just pray for all of us it’s not too late.

Anon #143669

[saffronjades]

Fart Revenge

Amanda would prank Charlotte all the time. Ever since they became roommates, there has been at least one prank a week. Some are harmless, like the time she moved Charlotte's bed an inch to the right everyday until she noticed. Others end regretfully, like the time she locked the bathroom until Charlotte peed herself.

This day was the worst prank of all.

Amanda had found some sugar-free candy online that supposedly causes you to be gassy all day. She knew exactly what to do. You see, this idea extended beyond "farts are funny." This was much more than that. 2 days prior, Amanda and Charlotte were chatting, when something was revealed.

"I don't think anyone has heard me...pass gas in years. I'm mortified when it happens." Charlotte had avoided using the word 'fart' - That's far too crass for her taste; It was beneath her dignity. Of course, Amanda hadn't stopped thinking about this since she heard it. She started by trying to figure out what foods might make Charlotte start tooting, but when she came across this sugar-free miracle, she had to search no longer.

She purchased both sugar-free and regular versions. The sugar-free were placed in a bowl on the dining table, whilst she held the sugary versions in her hands. She didn't want to get herself gassy.

Amanda stood with her hand above the bowl, waiting for Charlotte to enter the room. As soon as she did, she retracted her hand, pretending she had just taken hers from the bowl. She popped one into her mouth, "Hey Charlotte," she spoke as she pretended like the food was no big deal.

"What are they?"

"Oh, I had some a while ago and loved them. Figured out the brand and got some more. They're mine though." Amanda knew that claiming they were hers would make Charlotte lose any suspicion.

Charlotte smiled, whilst reaching for the bowl. "Well I'm having some anyway," she laughed.

They sat for a while, eating and chatting. "I haven't even had much to eat today," Charlotte wondered aloud, "should I really be eating something sugary before proper food?"

Amanda knew that she should really be concerned about something else.

As Charlotte stood up for the first time since eating the candy, she stopped halfway. Frozen there in a half-stood half-sat position, her face scrunched up slightly.

"You good there, girl?"

"I don't know, just cramps I think."

A short, audible squeak left her backside. *Prrt*. Amanda burst out into laughter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't just... That wasn't," Charlotte struggled to find words. Flustered, she began to laugh, too, making the problem worse. With each sound of laughter, another squeak followed, matching her giggle.

*Prrt*, *prrrt*, *prt*, *bbrrrrppptttt*.

"Sorry," Charlotte caught her composure, "I don't know what's happening."

Amanda's grin grew wider, as her laugh calmed down a little. "Me either."

Charlottes eye's narrowed at her.

"Did you somehow do this?"

Amanda's eyes darted towards the bowl on the table. It was instinctive and accidental, but it was far more telling than her short and snappy "No."

But Charlotte pretended to play along. "Guess my stomach just isn't sitting right today."

She may be easily embarrassed. She may be shy about bodily functions. But above all else, Charlotte likes revenge. I mean, who doesn't?

As she walked past Amanda, she subtly pushed, right as Amanda's head was near her ass.

*Brrrrppppptttttt*.

"Fuck, excuse me," Charlotte smiled as she walked. Amanda could not see this, as she coughed at the slight smell lingering in the air.

Half an hour later, both were in their own bedrooms. Charlotte had farted almost non-stop since. Rubbing her stomach, she decided more revenge was needed. She also wanted to escape her own scent that was slowly taking over her room. She left to join Amanda in her room.

"Stopped ripping ass yet?"

"A little," Charlotte lied as she climbed onto Amanda's bed, "what are you up to?"

"Just finding a show to watch. Got a shit-ton to catch up on."

Charlotte wasn't listening to her - She was focussing on her stomach. Waiting for the next gurgle...

Then it hit her. Without warning, she grabbed the blanket, trapped the two of them inside, and allowed her bottom to relax.

*Pprrrrrrrrrrrtttttttttttttt*.

She sighed with relief - The pressure escaping her felt amazing. She could feel every ounce of air leaving her guts. The smell was disgusting - The sugar-free substitute caused her fart's aroma to take on a rotten stink.

"What the fuck," Amanda screamed, "oh my god get me out of here," she laughed through the situation, despite choking on the scent.

"Want more?" Charlotte knew the answer would be 'No' - She did not care.

*Bbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppptpttttttttt*.

A 10-second, wet fart erupted from her backside.

"OH MY GOD," Amanda managed to free herself, "your ass smells like death what the fuck."

"You're the one who fed me that sugar-free shit... Yeah, I figured it out!"

Despite freeing herself from the blanket, Amanda still smelt the lingering remnants in the air. Charlotte secretly let off a more discrete one.

*Ffffffffffff*.

"Get out of my room," Amanda wasn't angry, she knew she deserved this revenge. She couldn't help but smile at the situation, "get out! I can't stand the --" The smell hit her again as it got 10x stronger.

Charlotte laughed as Amanda gagged slightly.

"Did you just..."

"Yep. Silent but deadly."

Charlotte felt one more brewing. She lifted up one buttcheek, tensed her face slightly, and grunted.

*BBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppttttttttttttt*.

Neither of them knew how long it lasted. They both froze for the entire duration in disbelief. The wet fart continued for at least 15 seconds, sounding strong throughout. The stench was the worst, but neither of them even reacted to it - They were too stunned and distracted from the sheer length of it.

"Do you think we're even now?" Charlotte asked with a smirk on her face.

"Yeah," Amanda lied, already trying to think of her payback, "we're even."

[bamimi-bami]

Bloody seven hells, I need a damned drink.

Spearsong received a notice from the refugees down in Little Ala Mhigo a day or two ago. Apparently, folks have been dying — frozen solid in the middle of the desert. I'm used to desert nights gettin' a touch cold... but not that bad. Needed a group of folks good at fightin' monsters, and we just so happen to fit that description when we're not slingin' whiskey.

Utayuu gathered Reede, Oaky, and me up to set out and see what we could find out. Glad I suggested takin' some of our signature fire-enchanted whiskey, because when we teleported in I thought we had just returned to Ishgard. Folks all over shiverin' from the snap-chill without the proper clothes, it reminded me of the Brume in Foundation.

Findin' one of the guards, we found out that the deaths spread like some sort of sickness: whoever interacted with the deceased before they went, they were the next to go. With us chattin' up for information, a trinket I found on our last hunt began heatin' up and nearly singed the inside of my pocket. Figuring time was against us, we made our way to the first unfortunate soul's bunk and looked about for clues. Reede, the detective-lad he is, quickly found us a shard of crystal that nearly took his fingers off from the cold. I've got aethersight, so followin' the trail was simple enough after pumping some aether into it.

Followin' it outside, Reede nearly got his head taken clean off by a spear made of ice. We could hardly see from the snowstorm, and the group fought like demons not to get impaled — in the lad's case, literally. Glowin' eyes and such. Never knew he had it in him. Oaky was colder than the snow, however. Lass could pick the spears out of the air and slice them with her sword. Sadly, Uta tryin' to eat one using that blue magic of hers didn't fare too well. Got clocked in the head for her efforts.

With me sniffin' out the trail and everyone helpin' out, we cornered the damned thing to its lair. What was waitin' for us was... well, confusing.

It was a damned snowman.

A snowman! Like the kind you see 'round Starlight celebrations, smilin' face and all. Unnerving. Reede wasn't happy his sister was hurt, so he poured some of our aether-charged whiskey over his blade and nearly put the thing out of its misery before I held him back. That bauble in my pocket from earlier? It was beggin' me to kill the damned thing. Now, I'm not going to start trustin' coins I found sitting in a wyvern's nest — especially ones calling for death and killing. We didn't get much from the creature, other than apparently I've been claimed by some sort of summer spirit and it wasn't all that happy that I came so close with the trinket.

Sadly, before we could press it for more information, Reede struck it down. I think it might have cursed him, screamin' out putting him on a "naughty list" before it gave up the ghost. At least we got a sizable amount of enchanted ice-water for makin' frozen treats over at Spearsong. We all agreed we need to look into this whole situation more, because it feels like these hunts are becomin' connected. Damn astrologians probably laughin' at me right now...

Anyroad, I'm home in Ul'dah in my nice, warm bed. Hopefully, whatever wormed its way into my possession doesn't keep me from gettin' a full night's sleep. Gettin' a drink can wait until tomorrow.

(Screenshot was taken by Reede Gahjewesfv of our confrontation!)