#Castle Hill Car servicing

[batteriescastlehill]

Tips And Tricks To Diagnose Common Car Engine Problems Easily

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[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

Again, not an exhaustive list but for anyone else in the UK, these are where riots are expected today:

Aldershot - Immigration Advisors at 40 Victoria Road GU11 1TH, starting at 19:30.

Bedford - Immigration INN (Inn?) on Ford End Road MK40 4JT, at 20:00.

Birmingham - Refugee and Migrant Centre on Frederick Street B1 3HN, beginning at 20:00.

Bishop Auckland - outside the Town Hall on Market Place DL14 7NP.

Blackburn - Rafiq Immigration Services on Whalley Road BB5 1AA, at 20:00.

Blackpool - Immigration Solicitors at the Enterprise Centre on Lytham Road FY1 1EW, starting at 20:00.

Bolton - Deane & Bolton Immigration Lawyers on Chorley New Road BL1 4QR, at 20:00.

Brentford - UK Immigration Help in The Mile on 1000 Great West Road TW8 9DW, starting around 19:00.

Brighton - Raj Rayan Immigration in Queensberry House at 106 Queens Road BN1 3XF, starting either at 19:30 or 20:00.

Bristol - Gya Williams Immigration on West Street BS2 OBL, at 20:00.

Burnley - at Thompson Park on 111 Ormerod Rioad BB11 3QWat, starting at 13:00.

Canterbury - UK Immigration Clinic in the Canterbury Innovation Centre CT2 7FG, at 20:00.

Chatham - Immigration Status UK on Maidstone Road ME5 9FD, at 20:00.

Cheadle - Intime Immigration Services on Brooks Drive SK8 3TD, at 20:00.

Chelmsford - UK Immigration Information Centre on Violet Close CM1 6XG, at 20:00.

Derby - Immigration Advisory Service, Normanton Road DE23 6US, at 20:00.

Dover - Kent Immigration and Visa Advice at 5A Castle Hill Road CT16 1QG, reportedly around 20:00.

Durham - in Crook at Market Place, at 18:00. (Unsure as to whether this is the same one as in Bishop Auckland as I know Crook is near there?)

Finchley - Immigration and Nationality Services within Foundation House at 4 Percy Road N128BU, around 19:00.

Harrow - Yes UK Immigration and North Harrow Community Library within the Business Centre at 429-433 Pinner Road HA1 4HN, in North Harrow, at 19:00.

Hastings - Black Rock Immigration at 37 Cambridge Gardens TN34 1EN, at 20:00.

Hull - Conroy Baker Immigration Lawyer in Norwich House, 1 Savile Street HU1 3ES, at 20:00.

Lewisham - the Clock Tower, SE13 5JH, 19:00.

Lincoln - Immigration Lawyer Services on Carlton Mews LN2 4FJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Merseyside Refugee Centre in St Anne's Centre on 7 Overbury Street L7 3HJ, at 20:00.

Liverpool - Sandpiper Hotel (might be on Ormskirk Old Road? if any scousers can clarify where that is, that'd be great) at 13:00.

Middlesbrough - Immigration Advice Centre which is the Co-Operative Buildings at 251 Linthorpe Road TS1 4AT, at 20:00.

Newcastle - United Immigration Services in Artisan Unit 3, The Beacon on Westgate Road NE4 9PQ, at 20:00.

Northampton - Zenith Immigration Lawyers at 2 Talbot Road NN1 4JB, starting at 20:00.

Nottingham - East Midlands Immigration Services at 15 Stonesbury Vale NG2 7UR, at 20:00.

Oldham - somewhere on Ellen Street 0L9 6QR, at 20:00

Oxford - Asylum Welcome in Unit 7 in Newtec Place on Magdelen Road OX4 1RE, around 19:00. [Updated as of 15:53]

Peterborough - Smart Immigration Services in Laxton House at 191 Lincoln Road PE1 2PN, at 20:00.

Plymouth - in a Morrisons car park, I don't know which but I saw Victory Parade associated with it? If anyone from Plymouth can clarify, please do. Not sure on time.

Portsmouth - UK Border Agency at Kettering Terrace PO2 8QN, at 20:00

Preston - Adriana Immigration Services at 109 Church Street PR1 3BS, at 19:00 or 20:00.

Rotherham - Parker Rhodes Hickmotts, The Point S60 1BP, at 20:00.

Sheffield - City Hall on Barker's Pool S1 2JA, at 13:00.

Sheffield - White Rose Visas at 101 Wilkinson Street S10 2GJ, at 20:00.

Southampton - Y-Axis Immigration Consultants, Cumberland Place on Grosvenor Square SO15 2BG, at 20:00.

Southend - MNS Immigration Solicitors on Ditton Court Road SS0 7HG, at 20:00.

Stoke-On-Trent - ZR Visas on Metcalfe Road ST6 7AZ, in Tunstall, at 20:00.

Sunderland - North of England Refugee Service which is in Suite 12 in the Eagle Building at 201 High Street East SR1 2AX, at 20:00.

Swindon - I have no details for this, just seen that something might be kicking off there.

Tamworth - Lawrencia & Co Immigration Solicitors within the Amber Business Village on Amber Close B77 4RP, no details on time unfortunately.

Walthamstow - Waltham Forest Immigration Bureau at 187 Hoe Street E17 3AP, at 20:00.

Wigan - Support for Wigan Arrivals Project, Penson Street WN1 2LP, at 20:00.

York - only detail I've got it is York Stay City Hotel.

[devotedfem]

«Yoongi Scissorhands»

Synopsis: He was a shy and cute creation, but his inventor died before making him hands, leaving him with scissorhands. He hid in the dark until you met him, giving him a shelter and showing him he was deserving of love.

M. Yoongi x f. Reader

2.8K words.

Genre: Inspired by Edward Scissorhands (1990) | yander-ish.

Tags: Edward scissorhands au, fluff but at the same time dark, cute and sweet Yoongi, but possessive and obsessive Yoongi (don't let him fool you), sweet reader, naive Yoongi, dangerous Yoongi, he's too whipped for reader, insecurities, jealousy, codependency, cuteness, soft Yoongi and reader, very fluffy but very toxic, reader likes her space and Yoongi likes her space too, obsession, murder, smut, rough s3x, cunnilingus, somnophilia, infatuation.

From the series masterlist; Hush.

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“… There are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands.”

You sighed rolling your eyes, you regret telling your mom that you’d help her sell her Avon’s products in the neighborhood. You needed the small sales commission, but no one bought anything from you.

This was frustrating, you already knocked all the doors of your neighborhood.

But then… you watched the gothic mansion on the hill from the side-view mirror of your car. The former owner died months ago of a heart attack, and since then, the castle looked abandoned. People say that the former owner was a creator, an artist that lived like a hermit.

You shrugged at your own thoughts, starting the car in the direction of the mansion. After all, curiosity always get the best of you.

You stood before the huge front door of the mansion castle-like, knocking the door and entering uninvited when you noticed that it was already opened.

“Uhm… hello? Is anyone at home? I don’t want to intrude but I have such good Avon products to show you!” You spoke out loudly, your customer-service smile wavered when the only sound that greet you was the echo of your voice.

You were about to turn around defeated until you heard steps in the second floor, making you grin with hope.

You wanted to at least sell one product today, and you were willing to do anything to achieve that, even if it involves literally intruding a stranger’s house and climbing their stairs.

The second floor looked like a huge studio, without rooms, just an empty and big space with canvas everywhere.

You narrowed your eyes when you saw a figure hiding in a dark corner, almost as if they were scared of you.

Your brows knitted, but that didn’t stop you from trying to charm the stranger with your customer-service smile.

“Oh, hello there! Sorry to intrude in your house, I just want to-“

You stopped mid-sentence by a scream of horror. In front of you stood a man with Scissorhands.

Fucking Scissorhands. You didn’t believe your eyes.

The pale boy flinched at your scream, widening his eyes and taking some steps back. His shoulders were a bit shrugged, and you noticed him hiding his Scissorhands behind his back.

A pang of guilt squeezes your chest, you didn’t mean to make him feel bad about himself.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry for my reaction, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” You smile wide again, trying not to waver this time.

The boy tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy. If you say you didn’t melt by his cuteness, you’d be a liar.

“But I’m the one who’s scary,” he mutters softly, with his cat eyes looking at you with curiosity.

He was so pretty that it took your breath away. His raven and long hair boost his beautiful pale face. He was all dressed in black, goth alike, but his behavior was like that of a puppy.

And well, his Scissorhands were intimidating, but you stopped feeling scared when you realized he was harmless.

“You’re not scary at all, you look very nice to me. You’re just a little bit different, but there’s nothing wrong with that!” You grinned crinkling your eyes, you were trying your best to make him feel comfortable.

The boy returned your gesture, with a soft smile that bared his gums prettily.

You came here trying to be charming not charmed.

You watched your surroundings again, noticing that this place looked so abandoned and desolated.

“You live here alone?” You asked cautiously, watching his every expression.

He pouted with a sad nod.

“Yes, my creator left me without having finished my hands.” He said with a deep sigh, watching his scissors for hands.

He said left, not died.

You felt that pang of pity again, he looked so alone and hurt. Maybe you could… help him?

“I can… I can take care of you for a couple of weeks, to help you find a job and a place to live in the neighborhood.”

The boy blinked shocked, pointing a finger-blade to himself.

“Me? You’ll help me?”

“Yes,” you said smiling softly. “What’s your name?”

“Yoongi,” the gothic boy smiled with stars in his pitch-black eyes, melting you again.

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“All right,” you whispered, applying softly concealer under his watchful eyes. You felt his gaze heavy on you while you’re applying the Avon products.

He was still under your touch, his face inches from yours. You tried to ignore the hot knot in your belly by the closeness, but he made it difficult with those piercing and gentle eyes fixated on you.

You saw the next product that you haven’t tried on him, a lip balm. The mischievous part of you made you use your finger to apply the product softly on his lips, and you heard him inhale sharp. You tried so hard to hide your smirk. His lips were so soft at the touch, so you pull your finger away quickly to stop your train of thoughts.

“All done!” You singsong, acting like you didn’t see his face falling when you pull yourself away from him.

You two grew closer the last couple of days, your family wasn’t too eager of accommodating him, but when he offered himself to tend the house garden, turning it into a beautiful magazine-like garden, then they started to accept him.

You ignored the gossips of your nosy neighbors, happy to make Yoongi feel at home. Yoongi always did his best effort to please you, working as a hairdresser thanks to his hair cutting skills. You tried to be always around him, making sure that nobody take advantage of him. He was too naïve and well-intentioned for his own good, so you do your best to protect him.

He always follows you like a lost puppy, and you tried to teach him how to be more independent, but even then, he will still follow you everywhere. It’s like he needs to be around you, so you let him be for now.

Every morning he wakes up next to you on your bed even when he has his own bedroom, but again, you let him be. He cooks all of your food, and follows you when you went out to buy more products or sell to your neighbors. The townspeople say between whispers that the strange man was obsessed with you, but you pay them no attention, it was only gossips of ill-intentioned people.

It was so hard not to like him when he gives you one of his gummy smiles, or when he pulls your foot on top of his knee while trying so hard to tie your shoes, making you giggle at his serious and concentrated face. He was adorable, but… he also doesn’t know much about boundaries.

You see, after the second week you stopped feeling comfortable with him waking up beside you on your bed, not when he was getting so close to you. The other day his chest was glued to your back and his face buried into your neck, you wouldn’t bat an eye if it weren’t for his bulge poking your ass. You told him to wake up on his own bed, but he didn’t pay you attention, ignoring your request.

You started to get annoyed when he didn’t stop following you around even when you ordered him to give you some personal space. But he just shrugged, playing dumb as if he didn’t understand you at all.

That’s why you sneak away from him, having some space for yourself for a couple of hours before he caught you, and when he did it, it’s when you realized that something was off.

Yoongi’s eyes were crazed and his raven hair disheveled, he ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body and crying his heart out with relieve and fear. You were frozen, your limbs unmoving by the shock of his state.

“Why did you hide from me! I thought you left me like he did!” He sobbed, his teary eyes broking your heart.

You ignored the pain you felt at his Scissorhands cutting the skin of your arms.

You let him sleep with you that night, and it was your first mistake, because after that he started to sleep with you every night, not taking no for an answer.

You felt trapped.

Your second mistake was to show yourself vulnerable in front of him. You were crying because the man that sells you the Avon products acted rude and cruel towards you, not wanting to sell you or your mom any more products at all.

Your face was buried in Yoongi’s neck, with his arms wrapped around you while you were sitting on his lap. Your eyelids felt heavy when he rocked softly and gently your body, humming a sweet song into your ear. You’ve never felt so cared for, maybe that’s why you let yourself fall asleep into his arms that night, ignoring the feeling of lips brushing and mouthing your skin.

That was a moment of weakness, one that cost the rude man’s life. You screamed at the top of your lungs when you saw stains of blood covering half of Yoongi’s face, and the blood dripping from his Scissorhands were evidence enough of the crime he committed. His brows knitted with worry at your reaction, he wasn’t good at dealing with your rejection.

“I did this for you, because he hurt you, and I love you too much and I don’t want to see you sad.” He burst out with a trembling chin and a watering gaze.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, your blood ran cold, you were just shocked. You ignored him, walking past him, turning a deaf ear to his pleas and his heartbroken cries of your name.

Even though you acted tough, you were very weak for him, that’s why you didn’t tell the police that he murdered someone. You felt so ashamed of yourself, you didn’t even know why you were doing this for literally a stranger that you just met a couple of weeks ago. It was just so stupid, you were stupid.

Since then, Yoongi showed you a side of him that was darker, opposite to his sweet and innocent persona. He was acting more possessive and territorial towards you, threating to kill any man that dares as much as talking to you. He didn’t listen to your angry yells, simply staring at you as if you were a toddler throwing a tantrum, pissing you off even more. He was controlling, following you everywhere, you didn’t have space for yourself.

And the worst part was that you were trapped, because you were scared of him hurting more people or your family, and you were worried that he would tell the police that he murdered someone and that you lied for him.

It was a loss-loss situation.

You hide yourself in your bathroom, sitting on the floor and crying your eyes out. The only moment that you have time for yourself, away from him, was in the bathroom. And you needed the space to shed some tears before facing your ugly reality again.

The sobs were getting louder and wrecking, you covered your mouth but your cries could still be heard outside the bathroom. You winced at your own loud outburst.

Yoongi knocked immediately the door.

“Y/n are you okay? Can I come in?” He asked in a rushed tone, you know him well enough to sense his desperation.

You didn’t say anything back, wanting him to suffer.

“Y/n! Please open the door right now!”

This time he yelled at the other side of the door, you listened to his Scissorhands trying to turn the knob but failing, either way the door was locked. He hit the door hard, begging for you to open the door and shouting in anger when you simply ignored him.

Then there was an unsettling and deep silence, way too long for your like.

Until the door burst open, making you startled and scream.

Yoongi’s lips were curled down and his jaw clenched, it was the first time you see him this angry. His gaze was stern and his breath heavy, he walked towards you with long steps, and you flinched away cowering into the bathroom’s corner. His boots stopped before you, you made an effort to not look up and avoid his gaze. He squatted, growling when you still didn’t meet his eyes.

You cried in pain when he used his Scissorhands to grab your chin making you look at him. You felt blood dropping from the wound. His ebony eyes widened, and his brows knitted in worry and anger.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but you make it very hard.” He said with a pained grimace, as if the thought of hurting you wounded him more than you.

“Go back to your house Yoongi, I don’t want you near me.” You pressed between teeth, fighting back tears of frustration.

Yoongi inhaled sharply, with hurt flashing his watery eyes. His lips wobbled and the tears stream like cascades to his chin, he didn’t wipe them away, he only stared at you as if you just stabbed him.

You gulped hard at the sight, ignoring your heavy heart and avoiding his eyes, looking at the tiles of the bathroom instead.

“Is it… because of my hands? I know they’re ugly and sharp, but I promise not to hurt you with them.” He urged with a broken voice, coming closer to you, inches from your face and pushing you deeper into the corner. You felt trapped by him. He just didn’t let you breathe, it’s all him, him and him everywhere you take a breath.

“It’s not your hands! I like them! It’s just… you don’t give me space and you go around killing people and that’s not okay! Can you just have some common sense?” You barked against his face, panting with anger.

Yoongi looked like a kicked pup by your scolding.

“Sense? ‘Don’t know ‘bout that, ‘just know that I like your-your space and I don’t like bad people making you sad.” He whispered with a weak and soft voice, looking defeated.

You closed your eyes a second, the pang of guilt was too strong to bear. He didn’t know any better, he was just naïve.

You grabbed his face into your hands, stroking softly his cheeks with your thumbs, wiping the dry tears away. Yoongi sighed into your touch, with his lids heavy, staring piercingly at you.

You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes, until Yoongi pulled your wrists away, getting more closer to your face till your noses brushed.

“Do you forgive me?” He asked with a thin voice, his hot breath caressing your lips. You felt dizzy by his voice, scent and closeness, it felt like he was putting you under a spell.

You just nodded weakly, not wanting to utter a word and break the tension growing between you two.

His lips roamed until your jaw, brushing the skin and smiling against it, that was your only warning before he stands up pulling you with him, making you gasp and wrap your legs around his waist, he tried to not cut you with his Scissorhands.

You liked being carried by him as if you weight nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his raven and soft looks, his scent making you dizzy again.

He took you to his room, closing the door behind him with his foot. He tried to lay you down on his mattress, but you clung yourself around him tighter, not wanting to pull away from his warmth for even a second. Yoongi chuckled at your reaction, trying to lay you down again.

“Let go, pretty girl,” you melted at his words, letting go of him and lying on his bed. Yoongi smirked mischievous at your compliance.

One of his finger-blades caressed your cheek lovingly, your heart beat was wild against your ribcage. Yoongi proved to be very dangerous, but at the same time, very sweet and innocent. You didn’t know what to think of him anymore.

“Let go of your thoughts, focus on me.” He ordered with a deep voice, his heavy gaze was watching your every expression, not missing your doubts.

You blinked surprised at his tone, but you smiled at him anyway.

Your legs were opened widely to make room for him, your toes curled at the feeling of his groin rubbing yours. You whimpered with your back arching at the feeling of his tongue lapping your neck like a starve dog, touching you everywhere like a possessed man. You ignored the pictures of you pinned to his wall, too busy moaning against his ear.

He’s doing what he wanted to do the first time he saw you.

You can read the +18 continuation on Patreon.

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[russo-woso]

Road trip || Leah Williamson x reader

Masterlist | Prompt list

Part of the mini Williamson series.

Summary you and Leah decide to take Ami on a road trip before little miss arrives.

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“Everything packed?” You asked Leah as she walked through door, having put all the suitcases in the car.

You’d decided to take Amelia away for a few days down to Cornwall before the baby came.

After the whole situation at the airport and Ami thinking you loved the baby more than her, you figured it would be a good idea to take her away just the three of you.

You were only going for a few nights due to you being so late in your pregnancy but it was classed as an emergency for you, desperately wanting to savour this time with Ami.

“Everything’s all packed. Ready to go?” Leah asked, wrapping her arm round your waist.

You hummed quietly, still sleepy considering you were leaving at 6am to try beat traffic.

Leah crept upstairs, lifting Ami from her bed, trying her best to keep her asleep.

“Mummy?” Ami mumbled into Leah’s neck.

“I’m here, bubba. Go back to sleep.” Leah said, kissing her head as she went down the stairs.

Leah buckled Amelia into her car seat before jumping in the drivers seat.

“Right, pretty girl, all ready to go?” Leah asked, a big grin on her face.

“You’re kidding.” You sighed

“What?” Leah questioned, confused as hell.

“Le, you forgot to lock the door.” You pointed out

“I knew I forgot something.”

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“Can we stop at the next services, baby? Little miss is kicking me right in the bladder.” You said, moving around in your seat to get comfortable.

It was about the fifth time in two hours you’d said them words.

“Sure, love. They’re seven miles away.”

After being on the road for not even six miles since stopping, you were asking Leah to stop again.

And again and again.

—

You’d finally managed to make it to the small holiday house you were staying in, after stopping what must have been twenty times.

“Beach!” Ami cheered, seeing the beach at the bottom of the small hill.

“We go later, bubba.” You told her, opening the boot and attempting to get a bag out.

“Woah, no. You go sit down, I’ve got these.” Leah said, jumping into action and taking the bag from you.

“Le—” You began but Leah cut you off.

“—No. You got put your feet up and relax. Me and Ami can bring these inside, can’t we, bubba?”

“Yes mummy.” Amelia nodded with a grin, taking the bag, which only had a few bits in and taking it inside.

“You and little miss go rest, we won’t be long.” Leah said, pressing her lips to your cheek.

“Thank you.”

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“Beach now?” Ami babbled, pointing out the window to the sand and sea.

“Hmm. What do you think mummy? Should we take Ami to the beach?” You jokingly asked, Leah going along with it too.

“Maybe.” Leah said, tapping her finger on her chin.

“Please mummy. Please mama.” Amelia begged, doing her best puppy eyes, knowing somehow at just two years old, that you and Leah can’t say no to them.

“Go on then. Go find your goggles.” Leah smiles, Ami running round excitedly.

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“That feels nice.” You told Leah, who was massaging sun cream into your back.

“Where’s is sore?” Leah questioned and you guided her hands to where you needed it massaged.

Delicately rubbing the knots of tension out, Leah watched as Ami built sand castles.

“All done, babe. Time for the bump now.” Leah squirted more sun cream onto her hand before laying on her stomach and rubbing the cream into your heavily pregnant baby bump. “Hi, bubba. Are you fighting mama’s bladder in there?”

“She is.” You sigh, playing the baby hairs on Leah’s neck.

“You’ve got to come out soon, little miss. We all want to meet you.” Leah whispered, kissing the bump tenderly.

“Mummy, swim!” Ami encouraged, holding onto Leah’s hand and trying to pull her up.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Leah told her, smiling widely at how excited Ami was.

“Mama watch.” Amelia exclaimed, before running and splashing in the water.

“You’re such a brave girl, Ami! Your baby sister is going to think you’re a hero when she’s born.” You said, hoping to somehow make Ami more excited about her little sister.

“Me love sissy.” Ami cheered, pressing a kiss to your bump.

You and Leah shared a look of achievement.

Maybe this holiday was all you needed to clear all those emotions.

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

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For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[merpmonde]

Kaub

A few kilometres down the Rhine from Bacharach and on the other side, is the small town of Kaub. Its main attraction is the Pfalzgrafenstein, a remarkable, vaguely boat-shaped "castle" in the middle of the river. I use the term "castle" a bit loosely, as it wasn't a feudal lord's residence, rather a customs office on the river, with Gutenfels in the background providing a wider watch. A tollgate, basically. Sidenote, if you find other photos of this place, you'll notice how low the Rhine is right now...

While Burg Gutenfels in the hills has been converted into a hotel, not unlike Burg Stahleck discussed last time, the Pfalzgrafenstein has been preserved, and is open as a museum on some days of the week, with a small ferry allowing visitors to get there. Beside that, a car ferry runs all day between the two banks of the Rhine, so I could easily cross to quickly walk around Kaub.

Like a lot of riverside towns and villages in the area, Kaub is a charming place with many old buildings. It provides a picturesque backdrop to all the traffic going by, boats and trains, and the Rechte Rheinstrecke, the railway line between Wiesbaden and Koblenz on the right-hand side of the Rhine, was seeing more trains than usual, as the section between Mainz and Bingen on the Linke Rheinstrecke was closed. Long-distance trains, like this international EuroCity service bound for Zürich, were (and at time of writing probably still are) diverted via Kaub.

[more-than-a-princess]

Closed, plotted starter for @aceparagon!

A nearly two hour train ride to one of Novoselic's smaller mountain towns hadn't been on her official royal diary, if Sonia was to be honest. Her short holiday home from Japan, away from her life as a normal student at Hope's Peak Academy, was supposed to be filled with meetings, tours of various new establishments and important cultural organizations, several formal dinners, a house party in the countryside, and at least one gala that required a gown to be fitted to her nearly as soon as she stepped off the private jet.

It did not include an anti-aristocracy demonstration in the capital, a short distance away from Novoselic Castle. From what she'd been briefed on, it was a ceremony to honor those who had given special services to the country: in science, in sports and in the arts. It was the son of a Marquess that had been targeted: it was common knowledge amongst the members of the aristocracy that his position on the national football team had been all but bought and paid for by his father, but the young man still proved to be a decent athlete. To the point that, for the first time in decades, Novoselic had won the European Cup and he had been named MVP of the entire competition, now picked to head the Olympic team. Something that didn't sit right with some of the citizens, enough to stage an attack on the ceremony itself to protest the nepotism and wealth involved: smoke bombs and other explosives meant to destroy the stage her uncle, brother of the King of Novoselic and entrusted to handle the ceremony, and the football player to receive the medal were standing on, hoping to take them and other members of the peerage with it as it crumbled.

Except that hadn't come to pass. Instead, one of the bystanders had stepped (or perhaps jumped) into the fray and had diverted the explosive elsewhere, rescuing the intended targets but not without taking the brunt of the fall and subsequent explosion themselves. There had been a great amount of rubble and debris, Sonia had been told, and after she had visited her uncle recuperating at his home in the capital with her aunt and cousins, her father had made the gentle suggestion that perhaps the Princess of Novoselic might pay the hero a visit. After all, her schedule was far more flexible than her parents', and with her cousins too young and her aunt far too shaken up to leave their royal apartments, it was decided that Sonia would make the impromptu hospital visit. Well outside of the capital, the patient was apparently healing at a hospital near the part of the Alps that ran through Novoselic. At that time of year, the snowy skiing trails had melted away for rich, green hills, wildflowers, and the tall waterfalls.

There were worse places to convalesce in, Sonia thought as she was ushered from the royal train, to a car with bulletproof doors and windows, to the balloon-adorned entrance to the hospital. The Royal Family had spared no expense in a public display of gratitude: complete with photographers, plenty of handshakes and smiles, and an array of wrapped gifts. It was publicized as an official visit to the pediatrics ward, thus the amount of toys, treats, and other amusements that required a dozen handlers to carry behind her. But the truth was, Sonia was there to thank The Hero on behalf of her family, and that was something no amount of books, or video games, or towers of chocolate confections could convey.

The person who diverted the explosion is young, like you, Her father had told her the day before, after summoning her to his formal office: the far more stuffy one that had zero trace of the father she loved and filled with reminders of his title and the centuries-long responsibility the House of Nevermind had in protecting and guiding the nation. I am certain they would much prefer your company to mine or your mother's. You will go in my stead, Sonia: be grateful, and listen to whatever they have to say.

She didn't doubt that, at least where her mother was concerned: hospital visits weren't often the highlight of Queen Valentina's diary unless they were particularly brief and a necessary PR move. Thankfully, she was down to one assistant to accompany her, holding a gift basket and a wrapped present: the rest of the loot had already been distributed among the other young residents of the ward. "You may go in now, Your Highness," the head nurse smiled at her, bobbing into a small curtsy after knocking twice on the patient's door. "I'm sure she'd like a visitor besides all of us doctors and nurses!"

And the press, Sonia thought. Once they figured out that The Hero had been swept away from the capital soon after emergency services arrived, nearly every major news organization in Novoselic would be making their way north for an interview. "Thank you, my family is very grateful that you were able to assist in this matter," She replied, returning the nurse's smile before stepping through the open door.

Her father had been right: the girl in the hospital bed did look similar to Sonia herself in age, with blonde hair and Asian features. It was entirely possible she was Novosonian, considering how many Japanese expats had come to the country since the second World War and settled there. But she hadn't been found with any official licenses or passports indicating she was a Novoselic citizen. Where did she come from, then? "Good morning," Sonia greeted her, pausing her steps a comfortable distance away from the side of the hospital bed. Her hand rested against the back of the chair situated beside it. "How are you feeling? I am told that my family and I have you to thank for minimizing the possible disaster that could have befallen those present. You have done a wonderful, selfless thing that cannot ever be fully repaid. Thank you, Miss..." She trailed off, checking the notes she'd been given before looking back at the girl in the bed.

"You know, this does not happen often, but I do not think I was told your name. With that in mind," She smiled, holding out her hand for the girl to reach and shake if she wished. "My name is Sonia Nevermind, it is a pleasure to meet you." It went against protocol: in situations like this, Sonia was often introduced by others or, most likely, she needed no introduction as the Crown Princess and heir to the throne. Still, she didn't care much for formalities, especially in a situation like this: this girl could've died to save members of the aristocracy. Being introduced by her title seemed superfluous now.

[ameliamatilda]

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How to Plan the Perfect 1-Week Trip in Germany

Germany, a land of fairy-tale castles, lush vineyards, and iconic autobahns, offers a rich tapestry of experiences for solo travelers. Whether you’re drawn to historic cities, Alpine landscapes, or culinary adventures, this guide will help you craft an unforgettable week-long journey. From scenic drives to cultural gems, here’s everything you need to know.

Itinerary Highlights Begin your adventure in Berlin, Germany’s dynamic capital, where history and modernity collide. Explore the Berlin Wall Memorial, Brandenburg Gate, and Museum Island, then indulge in currywurst at Konnopke’s Imbiss, a beloved street-food institution. On day three, head south to Munich, Bavaria’s cultural heart. Wander Marienplatz, marvel at Nymphenburg Palace, and take a day trip to the storybook Neuschwanstein Castle, a 2-hour drive through rolling hills. Dedicate days five and six to Germany’s legendary scenic routes: the Romantic Road, a 350-km stretch from Würzburg to Füssen dotted with medieval villages like Rothenburg ob der Tauber, and the Black Forest High Road, where misty woodlands and charming towns like Triberg await.

Scenic Solo Drives & Mountain Routes Germany’s roads are a driver’s paradise. For speed enthusiasts, the autobahn’s unrestricted sections (e.g., A8 near Munich) offer thrilling drives. Mountain lovers can tackle the Deutsche Alpenstraße (German Alpine Road), winding from Lake Constance to Berchtesgaden with panoramic views of the Bavarian Alps. Alternatively, explore the Harz Mountains, where the Harzer-Hexen-Stieg route leads through mystical forests and past the Brocken peak. For a slower pace, follow the Moselle Weinstrasse (Moselle Wine Route), a serene journey from Koblenz to Trier, flanked by vineyards and hilltop castles.

Renting a Car or Bike Renting a vehicle in Germany is straightforward. Major agencies like Sixt or Europcar offer cars from €30/day, while bikes for city exploration start at €15/day through services like Deutsche Bahn’s Call a Bike. Ensure you have a valid driver’s license, International Driving Permit Germany (IDP) for non-EU travelers, and a credit card. For mountain drives, opt for a car with winter tires (November–March) and GPS navigation.

Applying for an International Driving Permit Germany (IDP) Non-EU travelers must obtain an IDP before arrival. Apply through your home country’s automobile association (e.g., AAA in the U.S. or AA in the U.K.) by submitting a copy of your license, a passport-sized photo, and a small fee (~$20). The permit, valid for one year, ensures compliance with German regulations. EU/EEA license holders can drive without an IDP.

Best Traditional Foods & Restaurants German cuisine is hearty and regionally diverse. In Berlin, savor crispy pork knuckle at Zur Letzten Instanz, the city’s oldest restaurant, or modern twists at Katz Orange. Munich’s Hofbräuhaus delivers Bavarian classics like schnitzel and pretzels, paired with live folk music. Don’t miss the Viktualienmarkt for fresh sausages and artisanal cheeses. In the Black Forest, treat yourself to Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte (Black Forest cake) at cozy cafés or dine at the three-Michelin-starred Schwarzwaldstube for gourmet regional dishes.

Best Time to Visit & Festivals Visit May–September for mild weather and outdoor activities, or December for magical Christmas markets. Key festivals include Oktoberfest (Munich, September–October), where beer tents and pretzels reign supreme, and Carnival (Cologne/Düsseldorf, February–March), a riot of parades and costumes. Winter travelers can’t miss the Nuremberg Christkindlesmarkt, famed for gingerbread and mulled wine.

Safety Tips for Solo Travelers While Germany is generally safe, exercise caution on autobahns by adhering to speed limits in urban zones. For mountain drives, check weather forecasts and carry emergency supplies. Use apps like Google Maps or Here WeGo for real-time navigation. Avoid leaving valuables visible in parked cars, and stick to well-lit areas at night.

Germany’s blend of efficiency, culture, and natural beauty makes it an ideal solo travel destination. With an IDP in hand and a rental car, you’ll unlock medieval towns, Alpine vistas, and culinary delights in just seven days. Whether sipping Riesling along the Moselle or dancing at Oktoberfest, let Germany’s timeless charm captivate you. Gute Reise—happy travels!

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Diesel Car Maintenance Tips For Smooth Driving Experience

One major misconception that every diesel car owner has is that diesel cars require more diesel service compared to petrol cars. This is true to some extent, but getting nervous about this is not a good idea at all. According to expert bar fitters, taking care of diesel cars is very easy with timely diesel services. This involves some easy tips, and tricks that we have discussed here.

HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOUR DIESEL CAR?

Regardless of the fuel used in your car, it will require pampering, love, care, and regular maintenance. But diesel engine cars are like spoiled kids needing more than timely maintenance and care. They require complete attention and care using some easy maintenance tips.

TAKING CARE OF THE IGNITION PART

Diesel engines don't have a spark plug, which differentiates them from petrol cars. Ignition entirely relies on battery power in diesel cars. This is why electric health matters a lot, which means keeping the battery condition perfect and less exposed to stress or issues.

PREHEATING 

According to starter motor experts, initial heat is crucial for any engine to work optimally. Most vehicles come with an in-built heating mechanism, and you just have to wait for the indicator to tell you that the vehicle is sufficiently warm. This becomes more important during the winter season, and experts recommend heating the vehicle for more than 5 minutes before taking it out.

CLUTCH ENGAGEMENT

Export bar fitters recommend engaging the clutch during ignition, as it lessens the load on starter motors. Starter motors have to kick-start the diesel engine, and engaging the clutch assists the motor in this task. This ensures a longer life for the vehicle and lower maintenance costs. However, it is important not to exert too much pressure on the clutch and rely more on starter motors.

OPTIMAL REV RANGE

Experts in diesel service recommend keeping the optimal rev range. A higher rev of around 5000 RPM generates more sound, consumes more fuel, and degrades the engine and fuel economy. This is why experts recommend keeping the rev rate low at around 3000 rpm. This will keep your vehicle healthy and happy.

TIMELY DIESEL SERVICE

The last and most crucial step is availing of timely diesel services. Experts recommend bi-annual or quarterly servicing to keep diesel cars perfect forever. Servicing schedules should include engine oil top-up, coolant top-up, and servicing of air and oil filters. Particular attention should be given to starter motors, gaskets, wheels, tyres, and other crucial components.

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How Long Does Auto Glass Replacement in Castle Hills Take? 

Knowing how long auto glass replacement in Castle Hill will last can assist you in planning your schedule accordingly in case of a broken windshield or window. Depending on the glass type, car model, parts availability, and experience of the technician, on average, you can expect to spend 30 minutes to a few hours.

For effective and guaranteed service, it's best to seek advice from professional auto glass experts who can give you realistic time estimates according to your circumstances. With high-quality service from skilled technicians in Castle Hill, you can rest assured that your car is secure and back on the road in no time!

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 Ba Na Hills - The Ultimate Destination in Da Nang

Located over 20 km from Da Nang city center, Sun World Ba Na Hills is part of the Sun World entertainment brand, offering a world-class resort and amusement complex. Perched at an altitude of 1,487 meters above sea level, Ba Na Hills is often described as a "fairyland," blessed with a cool climate and breathtaking landscapes. Visitors can experience four seasons in a single day, along with a wide range of festivals, entertainment activities, and diverse culinary delights. Join Joytime to explore Ba Na Hills in detail!

1. Best Time to Visit Ba Na Hills

Ba Na Hills opens from 8:00 AM to 10:00 PM daily, but most attractions and services operate from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM

2. The World’s Longest Single-Wire Cable Car

The Ba Na Hills cable car system was constructed by Doppelmayr, a world-renowned cable car manufacturer from Austria.

3. Top 8 Iconic Check-in Spots at Ba Na Hills

3.1. The Time Gate

3.2. Eclipse Square

3.3. Golden Bridge

3.4. Le Jardin D’Amour Flower Garden

3.5. French Village

3.6. Debay Ancient Wine Cellar

3.7. Moon Castle

3.8. Sun God Waterfall

4. Fantasy Park – Indoor Entertainment

5. Festivals All Year Round

5.1. Ba Na Sun Festival (January to August)

5.2. Ba Na Moon Festival (September to December)

6. Gastronomy – A Culinary World Tour

Ba Na Hills offers a diverse dining scene with buffet restaurants serving up to 90 dishes, including Asian, European, and traditional Vietnamese cuisine....

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The Road Less Taken: Hidden Stops Along Europe’s Highways

There’s something magical about taking the road less traveled. In a continent as rich with history and culture as Europe, highways don’t just connect cities — they weave through landscapes, traditions, and stories that are often overlooked. For those who crave the thrill of discovery, road trips across London, Belgium, and the Netherlands promise unforgettable adventures. Whether you’re traveling by bus, car, or train, exploring these hidden gems will make your journey just as memorable as the destination.

London: Offbeat Stops Beyond the City Lights

When most travelers think of London, they imagine the bustling city with its iconic landmarks. But just beyond the city limits, there are secret spots worth exploring:

Runnymede and the Magna Carta Memorial: Nestled along the River Thames, this peaceful meadow marks the site where King John sealed the Magna Carta in 1215. Visitors can wander along the serene riverside, pay respects at the memorial, and reflect on centuries of history.

Epping Forest: A vast ancient woodland ideal for nature lovers. Explore hidden trails, uncover tales of highwaymen, and breathe in the tranquility of nature.

Chiltern Hills: An Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, the Chilterns offer rolling hills, charming villages, and cozy pubs. Don’t miss a stop at Turville, the filming location for many British TV shows.

Box Hill: Popular among cyclists and hikers, Box Hill rewards visitors with panoramic views of the Surrey countryside.

Travel Option: From London, these hidden gems are best reached by car or bus. Travelers can book a local service or hop on a direct bus to nearby towns and enjoy scenic short rides to their final destination.

London to Belgium: Crossing the Channel

The adventure doesn’t stop at the British border. Cross the English Channel for a whole new set of discoveries.

By Bus: Direct buses connect London to major Belgian cities like Brussels and Ghent, offering an affordable and scenic way to travel.

By Train: The Eurostar from London to Brussels takes just over two hours.

By Ferry + Drive: Take a ferry from Dover to Calais, then drive into Belgium, enjoying the picturesque countryside along the way.

Belgium: Roadside Charm and Unexpected Wonders

Belgium may be small, but it is packed with surprises for those willing to venture off the beaten path:

Waterloo Battlefield: Stand on the very ground where Napoleon met his defeat in 1815. Climb the Lion’s Mound for sweeping views of the battlefield.

Durbuy — The World’s Smallest City: Wander through cobblestone streets, enjoy local cuisine, and soak in the medieval charm of this tiny city.

Hallerbos (The Blue Forest): In spring, this enchanting forest becomes a sea of blooming bluebells. Perfect for quiet walks and photography.

Rochefort Abbey: Famous for its Trappist beer, the abbey invites visitors to learn about monastic brewing traditions and enjoy a peaceful retreat.

Travel Option: Buses and trains connect Belgium’s major cities, with local services reaching these lesser-known destinations. Renting a car provides added flexibility.

Belgium to the Netherlands: Border-Hopping Adventures

Traveling between Belgium and the Netherlands is seamless, with several transport options:

By Bus: Regular services link cities like Brussels and Amsterdam, with stops in smaller towns.

By Train: High-speed trains connect Belgian cities to Dutch counterparts in under two hours.

By Car: Driving offers the freedom to explore charming villages and countryside scenery along the way.

Netherlands: Unexpected Stops Beyond the Tulip Fields

The Netherlands is famous for its windmills and tulips, but there are many more hidden treasures:

Kinderdijk Windmills: This UNESCO World Heritage Site is a stunning collection of historic windmills along scenic waterways.

Kasteel de Haar: The largest castle in the Netherlands, surrounded by lush gardens and filled with stories of nobility.

Valkenburg Caves: Delve into underground tunnels adorned with ancient artwork and wartime history.

Zierikzee: A historic harbor town with a peaceful atmosphere, perfect for leisurely strolls along its waterfront.

Travel Option: Buses and trains connect major Dutch cities, while renting a car provides easy access to off-the-beaten-path sites.

Traveling Between London, Belgium, and the Netherlands by Bus: A Scenic Adventure

For those who prefer to sit back and soak in the scenery, buses are a fantastic option:

Comfort and Convenience: Modern buses offer spacious seats, onboard amenities, and panoramic windows for admiring the landscape.

Affordable and Eco-Friendly: Bus travel is often more budget-friendly than other modes of transport and has a lower carbon footprint.

Memorable Experiences: Each leg of the journey presents new landscapes and unexpected discoveries, making the journey an adventure in itself.

Booking Your Bus Trip: Services like TopBus make booking easy, providing routes from London to Amsterdam or London to Ghent — ensuring your journey is smooth, affordable, and unforgettable.

Take the Road Less Taken

In a world where time often feels rushed, taking the road less traveled offers a unique kind of luxury: the chance to slow down, embrace spontaneity, and discover the heart of Europe beyond its bustling capitals. Whether you travel by car, train, or bus, every hidden stop along the highways of London, Belgium, and the Netherlands adds a new layer of wonder to your adventure.

So next time you plan a trip, venture beyond the tourist trails. Hop on a bus, book a scenic route, and let the road lead you to the unexpected. Your journey across Europe will be richer for it.

Ready to embark on your next adventure? Whether you’re heading from London to Ghent or Amsterdam to Brussels, consider booking a bus to make your trip smooth and memorable. After all, some of the best stories begin on the road less taken.

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Master Safe Driving with Road to Safety Driving School in Castle Hill, Cherrybrook & Baulkham Hills

Learning to drive is a significant milestone, and choosing the right driving school makes all the difference. If you're in Castle Hill, Cherrybrook, or Baulkham Hills, Road to Safety Driving School is your go-to destination for expert driving lessons that ensure you become a confident and responsible driver.

Why Choose Road to Safety Driving School?

At Road to Safety Driving School, we believe that safe driving habits start with professional instruction. Here’s why we stand out:

✔️ Experienced & RMS-Approved Instructors – Our highly trained instructors provide a calm and supportive learning environment. ✔️ Personalized Lessons – We tailor our lessons to match your experience level, whether you're a beginner or looking to refine your skills. ✔️ Automatic & Manual Lessons – We offer flexibility in training, ensuring you learn in the transmission type you prefer. ✔️ Modern & Dual-Controlled Vehicles – Your safety is our priority, and our cars are equipped with dual controls for added security. ✔️ Convenient & Affordable Packages – Flexible scheduling and competitive pricing make it easier than ever to get behind the wheel.

Driving Lessons in Castle Hill, Cherrybrook & Baulkham Hills

We specialize in preparing learners for NSW driving tests while instilling lifelong safe driving habits. Our structured lessons focus on:

🚗 Defensive Driving Techniques – Learn how to anticipate and react to potential hazards. 🚗 Parking & Manoeuvring – Master parallel parking, three-point turns, and more. 🚗 Road Rules & Traffic Awareness – Understand and follow all NSW road regulations. 🚗 Test Preparation – Boost your confidence and pass your driving test with ease.

Book Your Lesson Today!

Whether you're a first-time driver or looking for refresher lessons, Road to Safety Driving School is here to help. Join us in Castle Hill, Cherrybrook, or Baulkham Hills and take the first step towards safe and independent driving.

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Quick Flat Battery Call Out and Car Battery Replacement in Castle Hill

A dead battery can suddenly stop any trip, leaving drivers annoyed and stuck. But the emergence of services like flat battery call out near me makes it simpler than it has ever been to get back on the road fast. Instead of having to tow their car to a shop, this service lets them phone for assistance anytime they run across a dead battery. Arriving at the site armed with the required tools and equipment, technicians set the car back in motion.

Flat Battery Call Out Near Me Saves Time

When a car battery fails suddenly, there is no need to panic or waste time waiting for a tow. Search for flat battery call out near me; a specialist will arrive at the breakdown site. This service brings the required tools to either replace or jump-start the battery, whether at home, in a parking lot, or on the side of the road. Drivers can swiftly start their day free from the burden of arriving at a shop.

How Flat Battery Call Out Near Me Works

It's easy to use a flat battery call out near me. Following service contact, a technician is sent with a fully loaded mobile unit. Based on the condition, the technician will evaluate the battery and either replace or jump-start it. This service saves time and removes the need for hours at a repair shop or a call for a tow truck. Drivers may return on track with this quick and efficient fix.

Car Battery Replacement in Castle Hill

Should a battery be very old or broken, the best action is a car battery replacement Castle Hill service. Reaching the end of its life, a battery can lead to various problems, including intermittent power or trouble starting the car. Having it replaced on-site is a practical alternative to battling with a battery that fails repeatedly. Saving you time and effort, the specialist will bring a suitable replacement and install it at your home.

Convenient Car Battery Replacement Services

Choosing car battery replacement Castle Hill presents efficiency and ease. Drivers no longer have to go to a workshop or wait for their automobile to be serviced. Rather, a qualified expert will visit your house directly to evaluate the state of the battery and, should it be necessary, replace it with a new one. This service guarantees that the car returns to the road immediately, providing owners a hassle-free experience.

Expert Car Battery Solutions in Castle Hill

Experts under car battery replacement Castle Hill address all battery-related problems. These experts carry the correct tools and equipment to effectively replace an old battery that has ceased performing or a defective one that won't retain charge. This service lets Castle Hill residents avoid waiting in line at a shop or coping with a dead battery for their vehicles.

Ultimately, flat batteries call out close by, and vehicle battery replacement at Castle Hill offers quick, on-site fixes for battery problems, giving drivers dependable, speedy service when most needed. Visit back2roadtyres.com.au to learn more about these services. These smartphone apps guarantee that car owners spend less time in trouble and more time on the road, whether their battery needs replacing or is flat.

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