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        “I’M NOT letting you sleep on the floor. come on and get under the blankets with me.”

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2 Become 1 - 1 Night [1/5]

Summary: It was only befitting that a hero made of legends deserved a fairytale ending.

But Thancred was no prince, nor did he feel fit to be by the Warrior of Light's side.

And even then, from those precious days back at the Waking Sands all the way to the moon and stars above, he couldn't stray away from her for too long.

Rating: R

Pairing: WoL!Lucrezia/Thancred

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me 1.25 years in with this multichapter fic written: HEWWO ?????

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Considering this a short and sweet collection of reflections and moments from the relationship between Thancred and my WoL Lucrezia ; v ; Tysm and I hope you enjoy!!!

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Thancred Waters making a mistake?

Oh perish the thought!

As he would hum with a dashing grin and a teasing spin of his daggers.

But as he approached the Royal Court in Ul’dah, each step forward felt like there was a hefty shackle holding him back.

His bindings being his current rumination of a particular night of intimacy some few weeks ago.

A night that he simply wanted to put past him, but while weaving through the busy and bustling streets of Ul’dah, it was damn near impossible to.

Because his partner in question was the talk of the town–hell, probably all of Eorzea at this point!

An adventurer turned hero of the realm: Lucrezia Taposok--she who dared to venture into the depths of the Praetorium to put an end to the cruel conquest of Gaius van Baelsar, who emerged gloriously upon a magitek while bathed in white light as the Garlean base was engulfed in explosions from behind.

It was by the retellings of this magnificent sight across Eorzea that earned her the moniker of The Bride.

Which, given his unique and notable circumstances of his presence at the Praetorium that night, would make him the groom by the same thread.

And by no means did Thancred mind.

Lucrezia–or Lulu, as he had become so fond of referring to her by–had become an endearing member of the Scions. Only a few summers younger than him, she was prone to stumbling here and there while casting her spells and determining the correct trajectory by which to launch her faithful Carbuncles at enemies.

However, she was utterly reliable and loyal to their cause, all while being ever so sweet, kind and earnest almost to a fault while helping those in need, from the simplest venture to the grandest task.

The true makings of a hero were well within her potential.

This wasn’t even considering her beauty. Irises split between chocolate and rose quartz. Thick and silky hair with shades of blue and pink reminiscent of blooming hydrangeas in spring tied up in long twin tails. Sun-kissed skin that exuded warmth and called to a humble upbringing in Costa del Sol, topped by a pastel pink heart-shaped mark beneath her left eye.

Warmth began to swell within his chest.

So unlike him.

The heat of Ul’dah’s arrid dry weather meant nothing to the long sleeves of his shirt, as did him feeling so boyishly flustered over the thought of a pretty girl.

Especially in the context of stepping up to be The Groom to her Bride.

But it was the very reason that they already consummated their wedding night that was the crux of the matter.

Thancred rubbed his temples.

Gods, he was so stupid ly handsome.

He could see it plain as day.

Lucrezia had feelings for him. 

Pure, affectionate feelings for him.

And truly, it felt good to have such a lovely lady yearn for his affection.

The times she would perk up when Minfilia would assign them together on missions, how she would become preciously flushed when he inspected her after any fights against enemies, the genuine curiosity of learning more about him–hell, the captivation on her face when he would speak was enough to knock him off of his feet.

The feelings she harbored for him were genuine and true.

He would be a fool to deny her.

Thancred sighed under his breath as he tried to recall the name of that Miqo’te lass from the Syndicate’s royal staff he thought to spend the banquet with.

But put on the jester hat he must.

He failed Lucrezia once already, he failed her just recently, and he would fail her inevitably over and over in the days to come.

Instead of being by her side, he allowed her to become captured and risk becoming tempered by the flames of Ifrit.

Instead of making amends both to her and the Scions, his own weaknesses made him prone to become possessed by Lahabrea, and in turn, wreak even more havoc upon Eorzea, of which resulted in Lucrezia needing to intervene and save him.

Instead of turning down her earnest confession from that night a few weeks ago, to spare her from the heartbreak he would surely inflict, he indulged her with the cradling of her cheeks, the meeting of his lips upon hers, and the mingling of their naked bodies upon her bed.

That night, he treated and worshiped her like the goddess he truly thought she was.

But some days after, when Lucrezia emerged into the Rising Stones with a smile on her face and her recent culinary endeavors wrapped in a special lunchbox just for him, only to see him aghast while surrounded by bickering women who claimed to have been his one and true goddess, it was immediately evident to her that she was just another notch on his bedpost.

Bearing the hellfire wrath of Y’shtola, Lyse, and even Minfilia was something he would never forget.

But seeing the joy on Lucrezia’s face shatter in an instant would leave a scar on his soul that would never heal.

For all the broken hearts left in his wake from his days of being a Casanova, none could compare to the pain he inflicted on Lulu’s that day.

The expression on his face turned wry.

Yet this was to be expected.

The street urchin who wasn’t afraid to dirty his hands in pursuit of his own goals and that of the organization he believed in so strongly. Failing to protect Warburton for Minfilia’s sake, failing to protect his own mentor Louisoix, just failure all around.

Of course he wasn’t fit to receive the feelings of a blossoming hero, to be the groom of such a darling bride.

But even then, for as unforgivable as his actions were, he couldn’t find himself moving on and forgetting in the intimate company of another’s embrace.

It was different this time around.

And it was why he hoped to make amends for everything to her.

By now, Thancred now neared the entrance to the Royal Palace. From afar, he could see Lucrezia leading the way of the other Scions, her usual exuberance a bit more subdued than usual but present nonetheless while she spoke with Lyse and Minfilia.

His expression softened while his heart twisted at the sight of her.

While he knew it would be no easy feat, perhaps soon after the banquet, he would sit her down and try to make amends.

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It was only 1 night but I wanna go back to the way we were.

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foggy hills, north carolina; wip intro

Foggy Hills, North Carolina, is a quiet little town shrouded in mystery. It is often called “The Vampire Capital of the United States”; its population is ever changing, as rarely anybody stays for too long; even its air is tainted with whispered legends and stories that somehow, everyone learns. It lacks a church, a pizza place, or a mall. It has all the makings of a place of adventure. 

Unless you’re eighteen year old Lucrezia Ivy, who’s lived in the same small house at the end of the one cul-de-sac since her father’s death five years and who’s stopped expecting anything even remotely interesting to happen. 

At the start of her senior year, Lucrezia has two goals: graduate from high school and get out of Foggy Hills. She hates it here. She’s grown weary of the people who come and go, who leave her with no real friends save for Tammy; she’s reached her limit with the fools from elsewhere who tramp through the town searching for some evidence of ghosts or werewolves or vampires. There’s very little she’d actually miss besides her mother, and her mother encourages her in her endeavors. There’s nothing here for Lucrezia except a bed to sleep on and a calendar that counts down the days until she’s free. 

The night before the first day of school, Tammy Carlisle shows up on her front porch, bringing news and a pack of beat up old cards that promise to tell one’s fortune. The news is that Tammy’s cousin, Ray, has finally moved back to Foggy Hills, whereas the cards are met with skepticism and near-derision. They tell of rapid approaching, sudden change, but Lucrezia laughs it off. Nothing ever happens in Foggy Hills, and nothing ever will. 

But there’s something in the air, and that something has been brewing for a while now. It threatens to burst and bring with it a wave of death and destruction like never before seen in this community. And it will shatter Lucrezia’s worldview and her life as she knows it. 

It starts with the disappearance of a teacher.

Lucrezia fears where it will end. 

c h a r a c t e r s

Eighteen year old Lucrezia Ivy considers herself a scientist. She wants to become a nurse. She loves biology. She’s logical, practical, and bored. When she moved to Foggy Hills, she was a wide-eyed tween on the cusp of childhood, a lover of fantasy and science fiction and an avid reader, who never tore her face from a book. But things have since changed. She’s tossed most of her novels and she’s lost the naivety of the young girl she once was. She’s sick of waiting for something interesting to happen in a a place that’s anything but. Persistent, aloof, and introverted to a fault, she’s got few friends and she likes it that way. Despite all of this, deep down, she’s still the same little girl she was when she and her mother first moved down here. 

Ramona Reeds is an enigma. She looks about eighteen, but there’s a certain wisdom behind her violet eyes that betrays her secret, if you know what you’re looking for, that is. She’s a pretentious mess of a person who hides her insecurities behind layers and layers of riddles and nice clothing. She’s lived the life of a dozen teens, seen things no child ever should, and given up on anything but superficial personal connections. She’s worked herself into a rut that she wants to crawl herself out of, but damn, is that so very much work. She’s an empty rich kid and she knows it. Might as well play her part. 

Spunky, silly, and spiraling; Tammy Carlisle thinks those words describe themselves well. She’d never let it show, though - not to her parents, not to her cousin, and especially not to her best friend. They cling to themselves by a thread and they have been for a while, but it’s fine. She loves magic and the occult, but she’s not supposed to. They know more than they let on, but they don’t want to. What she wants most of all is a normal life with a normal husband and a normal house. But she knows she’s never going to get it. 

Patrick and Tristan O’Sullivan are a father and son duo for the century, externally. The ambitious mayor pro tempore and his eager to please son might just be the best things the citizens of Foggy Hills have seen in a long time - but they could also bring this seemingly innocuous town to its knees. Officer O’Sullivan is an unknown in a town where everyone is watched; no one is quite sure what he brings to the table. Tristan is volatile and angry and hiding a secret or two of his own; he stands off to the side, a loner and an outcast. They are impossible to read.

Arianna Ivy is a secretary, a mother, an informal detective, a secret holder. She’s just as ambitious as O’Sullivan is, but four times as patient; just as driven, but twice as nice. She wants nothing more than for her daughter to be safe, and she knows, deep down, that safe is far from here, especially when O’Sullivan is thrust into office - and a chain reaction begins. But she’s got nowhere to go. She’s trapped here by a darker secret then she could ever let out, especially to her daughter. 

m i s c e l l a n e o u s

status: first draft

genre: fantasy horror/thriller , young adult (subject to change)

representation: wlw/lesbian (two queer main characters, two queer and married side lesbians), trans/non-binary secondary character, Black

pinterest boards: ray | lucrezia | tammy | tristan | general

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Some OC questions: 28, 37, 38, 8, 14 (Not sure this RNG is particularly R)

(Some OC questions)

28. Your most dangerous OC? 

There are many ways to define or quantify ‘dangerous’.  Meryl and Colin are the most dangerous in SR. Seriously piss them off (and not be a fellow Saint) and suffer the consequences.

Queen in Fallout 4 is the most dangerous for her unhinged nature and sadistic bloodlust as well as the well-organized Nuka World raider gangs at her back.

As for most dangerous on a scale of potential for sheer destructive force, my (sorta) Neopet OC Arkasta from waaay back. She started off powerful, but as I distanced myself from Neopets and started spinning her off to be more setting-independent, she became a sort of demigoddess in white tiger form, capable of dimension-hopping and immense magical and fighting prowess.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human 

Well, there are the non-human Elder Scrolls and Dragon Age OCs, but I don’t think I actually have any like, humans who are also vampires or werewolves or such. There are a few of minor Fallout ghoul OCs, so I guess they are sort of ‘not quite human’?

Pauline and Roy Hirsch are a ghoul couple who eventually settle in my Sole Survivor Francis’ Sanctuary. Pauline’s speciality is crafting ammo, she’s warm and tender but also tough as nails. Roy is more of a jack of all trades, but he’s the one to work with anything radioactive in the settlement since being a ghoul gives him an advantage. He’s big and buff and quite scary looking (his mohawk probably adds to that), but he’s actually more like a big teddy bear inside and uses lots of sugary pet names for his wife. They love each other dearly even after decades of marriage, and soon after settling in decide to adopt an orphaned ghoul boy named Owen.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

In SR, definitely Meryl. She can bust some cool moves on the dance floor.

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I used to RP more here, now I mainly do mini-RPs in the IM. I’ve also done forum roleplays before, many-many years ago, and I do some tabletop gaming IRL.

I think one of my favorite forum roleplay characters from *blink* ten years ago was a wolf named Nowur (I pretty much only did animal RP). He was the alpha of a pack, but he was actually really sweet, caring, gentle and pacifist, to the point where it led to some trouble when an ‘evil’ pack started gaining power nearby and there was a lot of interconnected plot threads happening and his preference to solving conflicts through discussion rather than violence started biting his pack in the ass. I got several compliments from other players on how I played him though, which was lovely. ^^

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Well, Sean, Eli and Lucrezia (and Nigel and Colin) could all count, but since it says introduce, I should talk about someone new.

I’ve a Skyrim OC named Meilanwe. Her Altmer parents were dissidents and fled the Aldmeri Dominion, taking young Meilanwe with her. Since they were still being hunted, they kept on the move and to the wilderness or the very fringes of civilization. She managed to learn some survival skills and rudimentary magic, but her parents were caught and executed when she was barely a teen. She managed to flee and has been living on her own ever since, scraping by and having no idea if she’s even being actively pursued anymore. It’s a fun survival-ish game with certain mods and for a while I even considered keeping a physical journal of her adventures.

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        “WE HAVEN’T had a date night in a while. we need to change that as soon as possible.”

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&. open to males

possible connections: boyfriend, friends with benefits, neighbour, roommate, boyfriend’s friend, boyfriend’s dad, brother’s best friend, best friend’s brother, best friend’s dad, family friend, uncle’s business partner, etc. 

          THE PARTY was filled with people that knew or at least, associated with her uncle and their family. a lot of these people she’d known since they moved from italy when she’d been a child, which is why crez was doing her best to behave properly. but it was hard to do so when someone like him was in her life. “isn’t this a little risky? i mean, what if someone sees us?” she whispered. they were in an empty hallway in her family’s luxurious penthouse suite, but someone wandering could very easily walk in on them. 

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         “I DON’T think hearts break. shattered things can only be broken once. but torn things can be mended again and again until it’s all scars and stitching. ”

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continued from the post in the SOURCE LINK

         SHE LOVED her brother; adored giovanni, even if he was a huge fuck boy. but damn could he be overprotective when it came to her. and if he knew that she was sneaking around with his best friend... well, it’s best that gio didn’t know. crez’s cheeks flushed as she looked up at isiah. “normally i don’t mind,” she admitted, “but these people have known me since i was a kid...” her eyes fluttered shut as his nose skimmed along her cheek and she pressed herself against him. “and gio’s somewhere down there too...”

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based off the stuff we plotted ( 1 / 2 )

        WHILST SHE initially felt guilty about this mini celebration they were throwing ( after all, who would celebrate or be thrilled about someone’s death? ), yvie and the others had convinced her that it was okay. after all, he had tried hurting the others, and even lucrezia herself wasn’t safe from it. she’d felt doubly guilty for being relieved. he had blackmailed her and made her so stressed out. now that he was gone, there was no more dark cloud hanging over her; no more weight on her shoulders. two can keep secret if one of them was dead. crez was already on her second drink that night, dancing along to the music when she spotted arthur. “hey,” she called out, leaving her drink on a nearby table and danced over to where he was standing. “dance with me arthur, please?” she asked, widening her eyes and even jutting her bottom lip out into a pout. 

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         “DECLAN! OH my god, declan, come over here! the baby just kicked!” 

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tag dump again because tumblr’s being a b*tch

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         “WE SHOULDN’T... ah-- we shouldn’t be doing this.”

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kaiden walsh, katerina evans, kinsley walsh and lucrezia russo tag dump !!