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lizzieislife94x · 11 months ago

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New Recruit (w.m)

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Wanda G!PxFem Reader

Let's say its set in age of ultron era

Y/ns POV:

I lay in bed curled up staring at the wall I've been here for a while but still feel super uncomfortable I still don't speak to anyone I can't seem to come out of my shell and let any of them in except one Wanda Maximoff she's the only avenger I've spent time with or spoke to she makes me feel safe and comfortable when anyone else tries to speak to me I just look at the floor and play with my fingers they all understand and I'm greatful but I prefer to stay in my room alone, I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by a knock at my door, I don't make an attempt to answer it I stay where I am until I hear her voice in my head "y/n sweetie it's only me it's wanda can I come in please I know you're there I can hear your thoughts they're so loud honey" I close my eyes enjoying her voice as I roll out of bed and walk to the door opening it slowly looking at wanda then the floor with a shy smile I step back indicating for her to come in she gladly steps in and skips to my bed with a huge smile "hey" I whisper low as walk towards the bed pulling my jumper over my hands nervously I sit at my side of the bed and bring my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around my legs looking at the witch sitting opposite of me "hey how are you feeling tonight still not ready to talk to the rest of the guys yet" I look down and shake my head no she scoots closer to me and rubs my arm I take a deep breath and look at her "you're the only person I feel comfortable with the only person I want to talk to"

I confess playing with the bottom of my pants as she smiles pulling me into a tight hug catching me off guard I instantly relax into her hold on me and let out a content sigh I slightly turn my head and take a deep breath smelling her vanilla scent she smells so good oh god I hear her giggle and rub my back I wrap my arms around her wanting to be as close as possible to her thankful for any skin on skin contact I can get "this is nice " she whispers as her hand moves to my hair playing with it ever so gently I just nod in agreement, both of us sitting in a comfortable silence for a minute "hey how about I go get some snacks tell no one to bother us order some take out and we lay like this and watch movies?" I can't help but smile against her neck "yes please that would be amazing" I roll off her so she can go get snacks and stuff while I sit on the bed watching her leave, uh god this woman has my heart and she doesn't even know it how can I be madly inlove with her, I shake my head and smile she's so understanding and patient with me all the small things she does like what she just done makes my heart melt she could be hanging out with everyone else having fun doing whatever they're doing but instead she came to me to see if I was OK to spend time with me to make sure I was feeling fine shes so perf... "ok I got chips, chocolates soda and water some popcorn some nerds some airheads and some nerd ropes"

she says with a huge grin making me smile wide as she runs to the bed throwing all the snacks down "you're amazing all my favourites" I smile feeling my cheeks flush red "anything for you princess, I also told everyone to stay away the rest of the night and I ordered your favourite Chinese food" I feel my eyes water and quickly wrap my arms around her holding her tight "thank you" I simply whisper as she wraps her arms around me and leaves a little kiss on my shoulder but I brush it off and pull away leaning in to grab some snacks as she playfully slaps my hand "don't dare you need proper food before junk food" god her tone is serious but playful making me swallow harshly "you're right I'm sorry" she giggles pushing me gently as we start looking for movies I let wanda choose because I don't mind what we watch I just want to be with her.

after an hour Jarvis announces that our food has arrived "ill get it princess" she says as she goes to walk out I chock on air as the word slips past her mouth before I know it she's back with our food and I smile "I'm starving" I say as she agrees with me "me too princess" there it is again the pet name I feel my cheeks turn bright red as I start to eat we eat in a comfortable silence occasionally looking at eachother giggling at nothing after 10 minutes I put my food down shortly followed by wanda"ohhh god I'm so stuffed" I say as I let out a breath wanda almost spits her food out making me look at her with a confused look "are you ok wands" I say putting my hand on her thigh as she nods "it just uhh..it went down the wrong pipe" I giggle and clear the bed before pulling back the covers "wait let me get changed into comfortable clothes do you want some shorts and tee wanda" I say looking at her she smiles and nods after I find clothes I pass wanda shorts that where short and a tee i proceed to go to the bathroom to change into my own Shorts and tee when I walk back into the room I can't take my eyes off her holy shit my eyes run over her body multiple times and my eyes keep getting pulled back to the huge bulge in the shorts that's visible I take my eyes off not wanting to make her uncomfortable I can feel her eyes running over my body as I climb into bed wanda following my lead I can't help but feel excited I'll be able to feel her skin pressed against mine during the whole movie, we press play as wanda pulls me into a hug intertwining our legs I lay on her chest my hand resting on her lower stomach I didn't even notice where I placed it, we cuddle comfortably during the first half of the movie wandas hand is under my tee tickling my back making it hard to concentrate on the movie roughly 10 minutes later a spicy part starts to play making my cheeks heat up oh god I keep my eyes on the screen and let out a low moan as the scene continues to play I feel her pull me closer my leg going over her hips as she does both of us keeping our gaze on the TV as the scene gets hotter making me grip her tee without releasing I've done It I feel something weird right next to my private area at the top of my thigh what is it its hard and fells like it's getting harder...oh fuck she's hard another moan slips past my mouth I fidget a little as the pool of wetness gathers in my panties my eyes are on the TV but attention is very much on the fact wandas hard dick is so close to my vagina I need to cool down I have an internal fight with myself the thought of seeing and feeling her dick becoming more and more my priority

I smirk to myself and shift my body a little so her bulge is pressing right against my pussy making me bite my lip as soon as I shift I hear her moan that only adds to my wetness "careful princess keep moving like that and ill not be able to control myself any longer" she whispers in a low sexy tone as her words hit my ears I let out a whimper as my pussy aches more "I.. I.. I don't know what you mean" I try to act like I didn't know what she meant and before I know it she pulls me fully ontop of her ,her hard cock pressing right into my pussy causing me to let out a louder moan as she grips my hips "be a good girl for me princess and grind that cute little ass" I moan and do as I'm told I start to grind my pussy into her cock harder leaning my head back as the moans fall from my mouth her moans only turning me on more I feel her hand slide up my top grabbing my tits since I took my bra off earlier "fuck princess that feels amazing do you like rubbing your needy little cunt on my cock" she says as she pinches both my nippes at the same time sending curse words flying from my mouth "mmh mhhh fuck yes feels so...fuck so good" I pant as she plays with my nipples she pulls my top over my head and throws it somewhere in the room I lean down putting my hands on her chest to steady myself "gonna cum, please can I cum daddy" she let's out a low growl and bucks her hips adding more pressure "cum for me princess, fuck such a needy little cunt and I've not even touched you yet" I lean my head down as I start to cum screaming her name "fuck wanda so good uh fuckk"

I feel my body shake as my orgasm washes over me wanda holds my waist and grinds slowly riding me through my orgasm as she takes my nipple in her mouth "to much clothes daddy" I whisper as I feel my cheeks heat up she giggles and moves me off her as she stands up I bite my lip watching her instantly seeing the huge wet patch on the shorts I gave her she looks down and then back at me "such a naughty girl look at the mess you made" I nod and think of what to say "your fault" she starts to remove her clothes as I take my shorts and panties off I look back in time to see her remove the shorts and let out a gasp when her cock springs out to action "don't worry princess you'll be able to take it ill be gentle at first" she smirks walking over to me as her dick swings making me moan she grabs my ankles pulling me to the edge of the bed making me yelp in surprise followed by a giggle making her giggle she take a second to admire my naked body "mmmmh princess you're so fucking wet look at this pretty little cunt dripping for me" she gently runs her fingers through my folds as she says it making me moan "please daddy.." I whimper causing her to lean down and kiss me "please what princess "she grins against my lips knowing full well what I want "please fuck me daddy I need you inside me" i breath out my chest rising and falling as she steps closer grabbing her dick rubbing the tip through my wet folds "fuckkkk pl..please" I groan as she teases my entrance "eyes on my princess don't close them I wanna look into those eyes as you cum all over my cock" I nod unable to form words my eyes glued to her eyes as she slowly starts to sink her cock inside me making me grip the bed sheets hard I scream a mixture of pain and pleasure "uh fuck baby so tight your gonna make me cum so fucking hard and way to quick' she bites her lip as her thumb plays with my clit gently only adding to the pleasure she continues to slide inside me slowly till she bottoms out "shh it's OK princess I won't move till you're ready' she wipes my tears from eyes as I nod after a minute i bite my lip "I'm ready wanda" she starts to thrust slowly making us both moan as she leans down to kiss me "you..are...so...fucking...perfect y/n" she groans thrusting a little faster I feel so full but she feels amazing "fa...faster daddy" I pant digging my nails into her back causing her to moan as she thrusts faster and deeper hitting all the right spots making my legs shake uncontrollably "fuckkkk princess"

she picks up her pace putting my legs over her shoulders making me scream as she hits deeper than I thought possible "fuccccccck daddy I'm so ....fucking .....close" I say staring into her eyes only encourages her to go harder and faster "gonna..cu..cum daddy please" i cry out as she continues to fuck me at an animalistic pace my legs shaking as I start to squirt all over her cock causing her to moan loud as she slams deep inside me cumming hard our eyes never leaving one an other "uh fuck" we both moan as she collapses onto my chest kissing my neck "you done so fucking well princess so well " I pull her closer to me hiding my face "can we stay like this cuddled in bed naked I feel so safe when our skins are together" I say feeling instantly embarrassed she smiles and nods "of course baby but I need to clean you up first I wasn't expecting you to be a squirter how many times has it happened' she questions as she walks into the bathroom to get a damp cloth "it's never happened..I've never don't THAT with anyone" I say truthfully as I hide my face, wanda cleans us both up and climbs into bed pulling me closer pressing our bodies together "it makes me happy knowing I was your first princess" she says kissing my head as I drift off to sleep in her arms with a smile on my face.

AN: hope yall like it as always requests are open remember drink water and stay hydrated people hope yall have a great day/night all feedback welcome, word count is over 2.4k �

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thecampjuicebox · 11 months ago

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*Ahem*

Mephistopheles having some fiends deliver a present to the boudoir (for Raphael and/or Haarlep - you decide). That present is a very confused, but also very naked, Tav who is all tied up with silk and who also has a collar attached to a chain on her neck. (for her part, Tav would be down with being in the fiend's bed like this, she just would have preferred Raphael or Haarlep be the one to have brought her here)

Incredible idea! I think we need a lil Haarlep AND Raphael showing sweet little Mouse some fun �� Thank you for your submission, I hope you enjoy the filth! 💕

Wrapped With a Bow

Pairing: Raphael x Haarlep(m) x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+ NSFW, Minors DNI

POV: 3rd Person

Warnings: Angst, smut, bondage, use of a collar/leash, CNC, domination, fingering, double penetration

The still morning air of the House of Hope sizzles with devilish magic as red sparks and hellfire swirl around the portal room, two large winged cambions appearing in the middle of the circle of enchanted frames. Servants and debtors alike greet the visitors with dulled eyes and forced smiles. The strong scent of sulfur and cinders alerts Raphael and Haarlep of the intrusion, Raphael stirring from his boudoir to assess the situation with a heavy sigh. "Who disturbs me at this hour?" he mumbles, palms rubbing the sleep from his half open eyes. One of the cambions bows gracefully, a letter pressed between his outstretched index and middle finger. "A gift from Mephistopheles." he says, voice deep and booming. A gift? Raphael reluctantly plucks the parchment from the fiend's fingers, tearing open the envelope with ease, eyes scanning the page as he reads.

My son,

As I know you are still infuriated by my actions, I am sending this gift to you as a peace offering. Use her well, she was near impossible to wrangle. A strong one she is. I hope you'll find her suitable.

Your father,

Mephistopheles

"How thoughtful." he hisses. Irritation seers in his throat as he waves a hand at the two fiends, showing them toward the boudoir to deliver the gift, and hopefully, get the hells out of his home. He follows, hands smoothing his hair back as he thinks back to the letter. A poor attempt at forgiveness. Shaking his head, he rounds the corner, eyes moving from the fiends to Haarlep, and back again, watching as they wrestle something to the floor, little yelps and squeaks of struggle perking his ears up. Just as quickly as they came, the two fiends blink away in another flurry of red magic, the sparks settling in the air to reveal his gift sat pretty on the marble floor. An woman, artfully wrapped in black silk ribbons like a Midwinter present, legs and arms bound to restrict any struggling. Around her neck sits a red leather collar, thick chain attached to a silver O-ring secured at the front. A delicious looking gift, indeed.

From across the room, Haarlep purrs, wings fluttering behind him, tail swishing side to side in an obviously aroused manner as he approaches the cambion and his new pet. "Pretty little thing, isn't she?" he mumbles as he places his hands on Raphael's hips from behind, pressing his half-hard cock to the devil's backside. "Very pretty indeed." a smirk forces itself onto Raphael's lips as he kneels in front of Tav to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. "You'll be put to such good use, little mouse." Tav spits at the devil, earning a quick grip of the jaw. Raphael's fingers hold onto each side of her face, squishing her cheeks together, a smirk forming on Tav's lips that he did not expect. She enjoys this? Haarlep gasps in excitement, swaying his hips side to side as he runs his own nails down his torso, one hand grasping at his now full erect cock beneath its thin leather restraint. "Let's play with her.."

Tav's eyes meet Raphael's. Sparkling and wet from tears, lashes dusted with little water droplets like fresh snow on pine trees. He sighs at the sight. So beautiful, so sweet. So ready to be destroyed. The look she gives him is one of surprising lust. She breathes a sigh of desire when he trails his fingers over the sharpness of her jaw and down the side of her neck. A shudder rattles her bones from his warm touch and she innocently blinks up at him. "So lovely.." he murmurs to her, fingers inching their way toward her right breast. Featherlight touch traces the shape and his eyes never leave hers, searching for permission to continue. She gives him a slow nod of approval. He circles the nipple with the tip of his nail, earning a moan from Tav's lips, her eyelids fluttering at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure. Careful fingers reach for the restraints and Haarlep quickly leans down to grasp at his wrist. "Release her there and she'll surely run. Let's move her to a much more comfortable destination."

The incubus and the devil help Tav to her feet. She stumbles from the tight restrains around her legs and Haarlep groans impatiently, scooping her legs up from beneath her, Raphael holding onto her top half as they carefully lie her on the plush bed. "Perfect. You do the honors, Haarlep." Raphael leans against the wall, his hands traveling over his torso and over the front of his thin robe, cock twitching behind the fabric, desperate for release. Haarlep grins and leans in to grasp at the bow in the ribbon with his sharp teeth, giving the silk a gentle tug to release the ties. Tav remains perfectly still. Lids low. Bottom lip caught in a death grip between her teeth. She's perfectly naked beneath the ribbons, cunt already soaked and ready for whatever the two men have in store for her.

Raphael palms at his erection slowly. His lower back bows off of the wall and Haarlep pauses to watch him, a low moan rumbling in his throat at the sight of his master exciting himself. "Such a tease." he groans, reaching down to rub at his own erection momentarily. A quick tug removes the ribbons from Tav's body and she sighs at the relief, legs falling open to reveal the mess between her thighs. Little red marks cover her skin from the friction and tightness of the silk. She sits up and turns her head toward Raphael to watch him, hips unintentionally rolling forward at the filthy thoughts swirling around in her head. She's ready for him. For both of them. In one swift motion, Haarlep reaches for her hips, flipping her over and shoving her face into the velvet duvet beneath them, a primal growl raising goosebumps all over her soft skin. His hands search her body. Every curve and crevice. Every freckle and bruise and imperfection.

Raphael still watches as Haarlep's hands roam Tav's back and ass, squishing the supple flesh between his fingers, kneading and groping and squeezing. One hand gathers Tav's wrists and forces them behind her back. He shoots a look at Raphael. "Some help?" he hisses and Raphael moves toward the bed to retrieve the ribbons Tav had been released from not moments before. He circles her wrists with the silk carefully, tying a bow at the top to finish off the restraint and he leans back to admire his work. The chain still connected to Tav's collar glimmers in the candlelight of the boudoir. An invitation. Raphael reaches down to grasp at it and give it a gentle tug, earning a muffled whimper from Tav as she struggles to lift her head from the bed. Hot fingers swipe up through her folds, Haarlep using his knees to keep her thighs apart as far as her hips will allow in this position. He lifts his fingers to show Raphael her slick, spreading them apart to windowpane the wetness between them in a thin, sticky layer.

"Little Mouse.. So wet for us." Raphael grunts. The devil leans forward, eyes fixed on Haarlep, tongue flicking out to clean off the incubus' fingers. He sucks the digits between his lips, tongue swirling around them thoroughly, Tav's sweetness making his cock grow even harder. Haarlep pulls his fingers away with a satisfying pop and works them through Tav's folds one more, eventually pressing the two fingertips to her entrance. She accepts them with ease. Surprising ease, even for herself. Haarlep begins a torturously slow pump of his fingers within her walls and she rolls her hips backward against them, chasing friction, release, anything. She's desperate now. Desperate for more. To be filled to the brim. His thumb presses to her clit and Tav nearly comes undone in that moment, the pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves enough to start her legs trembling.

The pumping of Haarlep's fingers continues as he uses his free hand to palm at his cock again, the angry red tip weeping with a shiny bead of precum. He pulls it from behind its leather restraint and leans down to rub the head between Tav's ass cheeks, playfully pressing it against her tight hole. She lifts her head and yelps. "Such a good girl." Raphael coos, giving the chain another tug, this one much rougher. A quiet choked noise escapes her and she licks the drool pooling at the corners of her lips, turning her head to fix her eyes on Raphael as Haarlep ruts against her backside. The devil hands the chain to the incubus and unties his robe, instructing Haarlep to pull Tav up onto her knees. He obeys, fingers leaving her cunt reluctantly. She keens at the emptiness and pushes herself back against the incubus as he reaches a hand around to find her aching clit once more. Her head falls back against his chest in relief, little moans of pure pleasure pouring from her lips like a song.

Raphael crawls up onto the bed and settles himself on his back in front of Tav. She smiles down at him in between moans, Haarlep's fingers still working furiously at her clit, the other hand winding the chain tight around it to keep Tav's body pulled close to his chest for complete control. He mumbles filthy words into her ear, drawing her closer to her end with each circle of his fingers. Raphael takes his cock into his hand and strokes at it slowly, Haarlep gathering some of Tav's slick on his hand to reach out and smooth over Raphael's erection for lubricant. The devil groans at the sensation and his hand quickens. "Careful, Raphael. We know what happens when you become too eager." Haarlep teases. With a groan, Raphael flattens himself against the bed and drops his hand to his side. "Bring her to me." he grunts. Haarlep obeys and shifts Tav forward. She adjusts her legs to straddle Raphael's lap, cunt pressed firmly to his cock as it lays against his stomach.

His hands find the globes of her ass and without hesitation, he guides her hips in a grinding motion against him, the friction enough to earn a strained moan from the devil's throat. Tav grins and presses her chest tightly to his as she follows the movements he pushes her hips into, her slick dripping onto his pelvis with each thrust. A delicious mess of sticky clear fluid and precum coats their skin. Haarlep lines himself up behind Tav carefully, nails digging into the plush meat of her thighs. He gathers spit on his tongue, allowing it to fall in a thin rope onto Tav's tight asshole, his thumb rubbing the saliva into her skin before pressing the tip of his cock against her. She grits her teeth and hisses at the burning sensation as he pushes himself inside. "Oh g-gods-" she whines, head falling into the sweaty crook of Raphael's neck and shoulder. He holds her steady to allow her time to adjust before lifting his hips and allowing his cock to easily slide into her cunt.

Tav sobs into Raphael's neck at the heavy pressure in both holes, her hips still. Raphael coos to her quietly, smoothing her hair down against the back of her head. After a few moments of reprieve, Haarlep begins the thrusting first, nails still hooked roughly into Tav's thighs. Little rivulets of blood bubbling up and over the indentations. Raphael begins his movements next and Tav nearly crumbles to ash as both men pick up their pace. Hips crash against hips, loud squelching and slapping noises filling the boudoir like a filthy symphony. "I can't wait to pump you full of my seed, little mouse. Make such a mess of you." Raphael groans. Haarlep gives her chain another yank backwards. She coughs at the restriction against her windpipe, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as the two men continue to furiously rut into her aching holes. She can't take much more.

Raphael falls apart first, loud moans ringing in Tav's ear. He ruts up into her one final time, hot ropes of cum spewing deep within her walls. She presses sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over his neck and chest as she continues to ride him through his orgasm. The friction of the silk ribbons rubs her wrists raw and she wines as she tries to tug them apart. Sweat beads up on Raphael's forehead. His eyes squeeze shut at the blissful overstimulation of his cock. Haarlep is next, muscular body toppling over Tav's, pressing her tighter to Raphael as he forces his hips into her a few more times. Heat boils up in Tav's belly and she settles into the cambion beneath her. A content sigh escapes her lungs. She tugs at the ribbons once more. Both men remain inside of her, cocks pulsing from their climaxes, Tav's walls squeezing around them with the beat of her heart. They lie there, a sweaty pile of heat and sex. All too tired to move. Haarlep chuckles quietly to himself and presses his head between the space in Tav's shoulder blades, his fingers releasing her wrists from the ribbons, chest heaving.

"Your daddy should bring us gifts more often, Raphael."

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throwawayasoiafaccount · 26 days ago

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Lyanna was not condemned, Rhaegar was the one who condemned her to death and left her son an orphan. I am not a fan of Sansa, in fact I hate her, but just as Joffrey is the villain of Sansa's story, Rhaegar is Lyanna's villain. Deep down, I feel that the only parallel is that both were left at the mercy of the people who killed their family. If that is so, it is very sad because both were victims of their horrible injustices.

hey anon,

i know what post you came from, but first i want to make something clear: that post of mine wasn’t some deep dive, i was simply pointing out some of the ways sansa foils lyanna. i made that post out of annoyance because i saw a few posts that called lyanna and sansa parallel characters.

secondly, i said lyanna was doomed, not condemned. those two words have vastly different connotations. also, i meant doomed in the sense that nothing could’ve saved her as the situation went out of her control and because she likely died from birthing complications.

now that i’ve said all that, i’ll get right into things.

robert baratheon is quite literally using sansa and joffrey as stand ins for his past unfilled betrothal. in my previous post, i briefly touched upon the reality that the lyanna foil, sansa, does not see under joffrey’s pretty guise like lyanna did with her own betrothed, which caused her much grief later on in her story. but honestly, this isn’t a 1:1 situation and i’ll try to explain why that is.

to start off, i will say that the lannisters do act as targaryen stand ins during the Wot5K, which has so many of the same plot beats as robert’s rebellion. and this is made pretty clear when we’re introduced to tywin and we learn he is attempting to literally replace the targaryen legacy/become the new targaryens, and it is also made clear by the lannister twins incest. however, just because grrm uses similar beats to flesh out both POV characters, background characters, and long dead characters, doesn’t mean sansa and lyanna’s situations are the same just because they were both involved with royal princes, and we know this because:

joffrey plays many more roles besides the crown prince, but when he did act as the crown prince he foiled rhaegar! one of joffrey’s first appearances is when he fights robb and later mocks robb for not using real steel. this is quite literally the opposite of rhaegar, who preferred books and singing and didn’t enjoy the song of swords. and later on when arya, who is paralleled to lyanna multiple times, defends herself against joffrey’s cruelty, joffrey decides to take her to his mother, an aerys stand in, to punish her along with the butchers boy, and is able to force things enough that lady is put to the sword. this contrasts against a long believed theory in this fandom (a theory that is well supported by the text), which is that rhaegar discovered lyanna was the knight of the laughing tree, hid her identity and didn’t turn her over to aerys. so, what little info we have of rhaegar paints him as someone who wasn’t violent by nature and protected women. joffrey is violent by nature and even sansa, when she was still making excuses for joffrey, could see that:

i fear i’ve digressed a bit away from what you actually brought up, but your ask itself is a bit difficult to answer because you’re simply stating your interpretations as fact.

so to get back to the core of your ask, i’ll restate your own words (your tone seems very matter of fact): ‘rhaegar was the one who condemned her to death and left her son an orphan.’

the reality is that this is very much not matter of fact and there is absolutely no way for you to be sure of any of this! do you have rhaegar’s POV? are you in his head? did you read his thoughts? how are you so sure in your unsupported beliefs that you’d so matter of factly state them to someone else?

also, claiming rhaegar left lyanna’s son, which we both clearly agree is jon snow, an orphan, so clearly ignores the reality, which is that rhaegar died! why would rhaegar, who we know had plans, want to die and leave his family behind?

though i believe you’re actually insinuating that rhaegar didn’t provide lyanna with enough medical staff, but this is something you simply cannot know. the tower of joy dream sequence we get is not what really happened! it was simply a dream ned had and the author himself has stated that the dream is more metaphorical in nature. to logically refute the idea that rhaegar left lyanna to die, i’d like to mention that ned holds absolutely zero animosity for rhaegar and doesn’t speak badly about him. if rhaegar left lyanna to die then why would ned have positive/neutral thoughts about rhaegar?

moving on, i stated before that joffrey plays many roles, so i want to get back to that in order to counter your belief that ‘the only parallel is that both were left at the mercy of the people that killed their family’:

joffrey, a prince rhaegar foil, also acts as an aerys parallel and as a robert baratheon foil/parallel. his aerys parallels are that 1) he executes the head of house stark, 2) under his rule wildfire is put to use, 3) he faces a rebellion from robb, who was surely named for robert and who acts as both a robert and ned stand in. 4) joffrey never actually leaves kings landing like aerys and was king, 5) he faces off against renly, a storm lord who looks strikingly similar to a young robert 6) he faces stannis, who’s robert’s legal heir (though stannis also has some aerys connections as well as he burns people alive). 7) the tyrell’s eventually join the lannisters side as well, which reinforces the idea that the lannisters, with joffrey at the helm, are targaryen stand ins in a metaphorical sense. and the shift from having more aerys parallels to robert parallels/foils is when the tyrell’s switch sides and join the lannisters to save kings landing from stannis. here wildfire is being used to protect the city/waste time until reinforcements ride in the save the day, which is the opposite of what happened in the sacking during the rebellion. and then tywin and the tyrell’s ride in to save the day, yada yada, support joffrey’s right as king, and after this margaery acts as a cersei stand in/foil, loras as a jaime parallel/foil, etc etc etc etc etc… i could literally go on and on and on! there’s just so much there!

but my main point with my previous paragraph is that this isn’t 1:1. a person can’t make blanket statements like you did and then not backup your statements with specific events from canon. because honestly…

how is sansa being held hostage the same as lyanna being kept safely away from aerys in dorne? unless you believe lyanna was held captive in the tower of joy, which makes absolutely no sense at all and is not supported by the text whatsoever. to be clear: lyanna and sansa were in contrasting situations. lyanna not being in kings landing, where brandon thought she was being held, is a very important supporting indicator that rhaegar and lyanna’s relationship was romantic and loving in nature and further contrasts sansa’s situation, which is that she was being held hostage and kept under the eye of a young mad king.

and tbh, i called sansa a character that often foiled lyanna, but she also shares a lot of very important parallels/contrasting moments with other female characters such as catelyn, lysa, cersei, and even elia (the unkiss with sandor is definitely a direct foiling of elias death). to repeat myself, the events of robert’s rebellion are not 1:1 to the events of tWot5K.

but you, with full certainty, state that rhaegar is lyanna’s villain like joffrey is sansa’s. sansa’s faced injustice when she was being held hostage after ned was imprisoned and executed. lyanna faced injustice when her family refused to break her betrothal to robert, a man she so clearly did not wish to marry, which likely led to her taking things into her own hands. one of the most prominent and well supported theories is that rhaegar was helping lyanna escape/disappear and that they eventually fell in love, which is supported by bael’s song, the song of the winter rose, jon snow learns. sansa, when she thought ned was unfairly breaking her betrothal, also took things into her own hands and actually ran to the enemies to stop ned. she’s eventually saved and taken from kings landing by baelish, another bael figure. however, i know lyanna and sansa’s situations contrast so i can be sure that sansa will not get pregnant and will likely not die.

i’m gonna end things here because i do not care to go over ever little detail and explain every little thing to you, especially since there is simply too much to go over.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #sansa stark #lyanna stark #rhaegar targaryen #joffrey lannister #i don’t hate sansa :( it’s just her stans that annoy me to death #i’m not checking my grammar so hopefully everything’s fine #anon ask

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aquaquadrant · 2 years ago

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there is a ticking clock

Warnings: Mild language, shipping

Summary: Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

A/N: Ik I’m late to the party but I’ve been on vacation, after I came home I binged Etho’s pov and then stayed up til 2 am writing. Y’all can blame @lunarcrown and this post for this one. Hope u enjoy, pls reblog if u do! - Aqua

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

there is a ticking clock

Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

It’s a standard clock made of gold and powered by redstone, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He’s attached an iron chain to it, because he knows its intended recipient prefers to have a clock within view at all times instead of hidden away in an inventory. It’s easier not to lose track of time that way. Because if it’s out of sight, it’s out of mind.

Another clock is ticking against Etho’s wrist, beating with the same rhythm as his pulse. The numbers are green. The game’s just started and he has plenty of time. This is what he tells himself as he tugs his sleeve down to cover up the timer. He can still feel it, though. Always ticking.

‘You have twenty-four hours to live,’ Grian had said. ‘Good luck.’

Etho’s luck has held pretty well so far. He hasn’t died yet, he’s found a good team, and he’s even gathered some decent resources. Including enough resources to make a clock. Just four lumps of gold and one handful of redstone dust. Redstone is more precious to Etho than gold, maybe even more than diamonds at this moment, but he hadn’t given it a second thought as he put the clock together.

Like the other players, Etho has lived countless lives in countless worlds. But one thing that remains constant is that whatever world Bdubs is in, he needs a clock. It doesn’t matter if he’s in a world where he can’t sleep- which is a special kind of hell for Bdubs, Etho knows- he still needs to have one.

It helps him, Etho thinks. Knowing when the night will come.

Etho knows what happened on Third Life; Scar gave Bdubs a clock, and Bdubs killed Impulse for him. Etho also knows what happened on Double Life; Bdubs and Impulse were soulmates, and Impulse gave Bdubs a clock as a token of their bond. Forgiveness and a promise all wrapped up in one gesture of kindness- and perhaps, something more.

They were married, back then. Etho doesn’t know what that means, now that they’re in a new world.

(The clock’s always ticking.)

Etho’s already found Bdubs in this world, but they’ve ended up on different teams. Bdubs with Scar and Cleo, Etho with Tango, Skizz, and Impulse- ironically. That doesn’t bother Etho. He’s never had a problem with Impulse. The guy is too earnest, too kind. Even when he and Bdubs were soulmates, he’d welcomed Etho’s allegiance with open arms- and perhaps, something more.

If Etho had been brave enough to ask. If Joel hadn’t been so committed. If things hadn’t gone so badly so quickly. That’s always how it goes, isn’t it? They think they have more time before it all goes to hell, and they’re always wrong.

But this time will be different. This time, Etho knows exactly how much time he has left.

(The ticking clock won’t let him forget.)

It wasn’t that hard to track down Bdubs. Etho follows his voice like a compass, weaving through the dense oak trees, ducking under branches, hopping over small craters in the dirt. He slips a hand into his pocket as he goes, just to make sure the clock is still there. He wraps the chain around his fingers. The metal’s cool against his skin.

He doesn’t call out to Bdubs, not yet. He only catches brief glances of the other player, a flash of red and white against the green forest. Bdubs is talking to himself, oblivious that he’s being followed. Or maybe he’s not. Maybe he’s just humoring Etho until he can get the drop on him, turn the tables on him. It’s a game of cat-and-mouse they play often, a thrilling dance. Etho’s always loved the chase, and Bdubs knows it.

Bdubs disappears around the side of a peninsula with a modest hill on it. The hill where Etho is currently setting up for a mob farm. Etho holds his breath as he follows, inching across the sandbank. His ears are pricked and his eyes are up, muscles tense, waiting for a possible sneak attack- but he hears Bdubs continue on the other side.

Etho steps around the corner.

Bdubs is walking towards the small island that is the top of Etho’s underground base- his and Impulse’s and Tango’s and Skizz’s. Impulse and Tango are currently working on it, flattening out the terrain to make room for the future structure.

Etho pauses, only a few blocks from the narrow sandback that leads to the island.

He’d wanted to do this in private. Like a secret pact, just between them. Impulse and Tango are on his team, the TIES. They’re allies; he shouldn’t be keeping secrets from them. But deep down, Etho knows who he’d choose if it came down to either of them or Bdubs.

If it came down to anyone or Bdubs.

They haven’t noticed him yet. Etho takes a step back, watching the trio. Bdubs has made it across and is chatting to Impulse from behind an abruptly placed door. Tango is still clearing land away. None of them notice as Etho turns around and sprints down the coast, his footsteps light on the sand. He leaps over the river and darts back into the forest, back into the trees.

No voices call after him. He stops to catch his breath.

Later. He’ll do it later- he’s got plenty of time.

(The clock on his wrist is ticking.)

He ends up going to Bdubs’ base at the top of the mountain, because- well. They have cows. Etho’s own team has tried multiple times to acquire two cows, to no avail. If Etho takes two now, he’ll have solved his team’s problem and given Bdubs a reason to come after him. He just knows it’ll tick Bdubs off. So he’ll take two cows now while no one is home and then Bdubs will come for him later and Etho can give him the clock then.

Except Cleo’s home, actually. And she makes it quite clear that the only way Etho is taking any cows is by force. Etho doesn’t want to get into a fight with Cleo; not this soon, not over this. So he concedes defeat and returns home.

He’ll figure out another way to get Bdubs alone, to give him the clock. He’s still got time.

(Always ticking.)

When Etho reaches the end of the forest that overlooks his base, he pauses. He can hear faint voices, and peeks out from behind a tree, not yet willing to reveal himself.

Bdubs is still on the island, talking with Impulse while Tango lingers beside them. Etho can’t make out what they’re saying from this distance. He tries to listen anyways, and catches only snippets. He watches intently, noting who has a weapon equipped, just in case anything should go wrong-

Something familiar is in Impulse’s hand. Something gold.

Etho’s heart jolts. His pulse thrums in his ears, beating in sync with the ticking of the clock. He can barely hear the loud exclamation Bdubs lets out, breaking into a wide grin as his face lights up with joy.

Impulse has given Bdubs a clock.

Etho’s heart drops into his boots. His grip tightens around the clock in his pocket.

The three of them are still talking, out of earshot. Impulse’s face is happily flushed as he rubs the back of his neck. Bdubs is nodding enthusiastically, clutching the clock to his chest. Tango is watching with folded arms and an amused expression. Even without words, Etho knows what it means.

Suddenly, they’re turning towards Etho. He jolts in surprise, body tensing up as he’s split between running or freezing. He isn’t sure if they’re actually looking at him- Bdubs seems to be pointing more towards the mountain.

But he isn't going to risk it; spying from the treeline is a bad look. He emerges from the forest at a jog, casually making his way down the hillside, into the water, and is thankful that he’s wearing a mask that conceals most of his expression. They notice but don’t acknowledge him as he climbs onto the bank of the island.

“Yeah,” Bdubs is saying to Tango, “just right up the hill. Me, Cleo-

“That you?” Tango asks, glancing up at the mountain.

“-Scar. And- yeah.” Bdubs blinks, nods his head. “Uh, and, we’re gonna-”

“B- Bdubs?” Etho calls softly, stepping forward to tap him on the shoulder.

His other hand is in his pocket, holding the clock, fingers twisted in chain. It ticks against his skin, like the clock etched against his wrist. His next sentence is already on his tongue, a sheepish yet amused, ‘Guess Impulse beat me to it, huh?’ as he pulls the clock out. It’ll get some laughs, but hopefully it’ll also get his point across to Bdubs. Hopefully he can still save this.

It takes Bdubs a second to process that Etho’s talking to him. “Yeah, we’re gonna create a-” He breaks off mid-sentence, head whipping over his shoulder to gawk at Etho. “Uh- may I finish?” he asks incredulously.

The words die on Etho’s tongue. Bdubs’ tone is- well. It’s Bdubs. All loud and brash and full of unrestrained emotion, never holding anything back. But something about it is different. Something about it is wrong. There was a very real shock there, almost a panic. Like he doesn’t want Etho to be here right now-

“For goodness sake,” Bdubs continues grumbling, face red, “come in an’ interrupt me, n‘less it’s an emergency, a creeper behind me…”

He’s still holding the clock in his hand.

Etho just stands there, blinking. Impulse and Tango are snickering behind their hands, mistaking the situation as humorous. Not realizing there was anything behind Bdubs’ tone behind a teasing annoyance. Maybe Bdubs doesn’t even realize it.

(The clock is still ticking.)

Seemingly satisfied, Bdubs turns back to Impulse and Tango. He finds his train of thought, starting again. “Uh… I just-”

“Bdubs.” Etho finds his voice, stepping forward again. “I just- I just wanted to say-”

Bdubs fully whirls around this time. “Would you please?!” he shouts.

It should be funny. That’s how he means it, Etho knows. That’s what they do; they banter, they jibe. That’s just the dynamic they have. Etho picks at Bdubs, and Bdubs reacts. He pretends things annoy him more than they do. It’s funny.

Unbeknownst to Bdubs, he’s given Etho the perfect setup. All Etho has to do is pull the clock out of his pocket, hold it out, and deliver his line. But the joke will stem from Etho’s lateness, the hilarity and redundancy of him giving Bdubs a clock right after Impulse already has.

And a joke like that hits a little too close for comfort.

Etho backs off, managing a chuckle. “Sorry, sorry…”

Bdubs smoothly picks back up his conversation. “We’re makin’ an amphitheater,” he tells Tango and Impulse, “and we’re just gonna sit and watch and wait when people die, and come back. It’s fun.”

“I like it, I like it.”

“Oh, great!”

“It’s nice…”

A small pause as the conversation lulls. Finally, Bdubs turns to face Etho. He puts his hands on his hips, one eyebrow quirked expectantly. “Yes, Etho?” he asks, like an exasperated school teacher. “Goodness.”

Etho’s heart pounds. The clock ticks.

(It’s always ticking.)

Etho shoves the clock deeper into his pocket and withdraws his hand. He shrugs as he turns away.

“Nothin’,” he breathes finally. He grins, letting the curve of his mouth shape a humor into his words that he doesn’t feel, and is once again thankful he’s wearing a mask. “Nothin’.”

Scowling, Bdubs throws his hands in the air. “What?” he demands, stalking a few steps after Etho as Etho retreats further; a shallow imitation of their usual dance. “All that for nothin’?”

A comical response, as expected. Impulse and Tango are laughing, oblivious. Etho makes himself laugh, too. He can’t feel the clock in his pocket ticking anymore, but he can feel the one on his wrist, beating with his heart.

(Tick, tick, tick.)

He’s out of time.

Etho doesn’t really pay attention to the conversation after that. He wanders into the shallows around the island, collecting kelp. It’s not cows, but it’s something. And after just a couple more minutes, Bdubs starts ambling back towards the shore, not even addressing Etho in his farewell.

Etho wonders if he’s the reason Bdubs chose to leave now. He wonders if Bdubs would’ve stayed and talked more with Impulse, had Etho not arrived when he did. He wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t left, if he’d approached Bdubs at the start and given him the clock before Impulse.

He thought he’d had more time. That’s always how it goes, isn’t it?

(Yet the ticking hasn’t stopped.)

The next day, Etho walks through the forest with a clock in his pocket.

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autumnshighlady · 1 year ago

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I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 15)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Azriel has a tough decision to make

warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture, Rhysand is horrible, the usual

word count: 5.8k

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a/n: oh my god i am so so so sorry this took so long! life has been insane lately i havent had the energy to write. Anywho, this chapter is just the start of something super big so buckle up and look for hints hehe alsO PLEASE GIVE FEEDBACK ON THIS CHAPTER IM BEGGING

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AZRIEL POV

Azriel couldn’t help but flinch at the sight of your limp body, arms strung up like you were a piece of meat dangling from the chains. He had thought himself to be good at shutting off his emotions when it came to his line of work, but this felt different. Wrong, even. It confused him – not once had he ever hesitated, ever even considered disobeying his High Lord’s orders down in these dungeons.

Your hair was matted and lifeless around your face, the weak rise and fall of your chest being the only indication that you were even still alive. The beautiful gown that adorned your body at the ball was now tattered and dirty, barely clinging onto your skin in some places. Azriel gulped as he stared at your unconscious form, wiped out from Rhysand’s attempts to penetrate your mind.

Evidently, the High Lord was beyond frustrated, his brow furrowed and sweaty from the efforts. “I’ve never seen this,” He muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. “Not once. I’ve always been able to get inside people’s heads. Why not hers?”

“I don’t know.” Azriel responded. He felt his shadows curl around his scarred fingers. Normally they did so to encourage him to get the job done, but this time felt different. It was as if they wanted him not to end your life, but to reach out and free you from the shackles. But he ignored them.

Rhys slumped against the wall, panting slightly. “I need answers, Az.” He snapped, voice sharp. “How is this girl able to withstand my magic? And how the hell did she access some ancient spell that allowed this bond to form with Nesta? I would prefer to know before I end things, so whatever shit she may have put in motion can be stopped.”

Azriel stiffened. “End things?

The High Lord sighed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Azriel. You know this is how it has to end. She spent months plotting against our court, and possesses some form of magic within her bond with Nesta. She’s a threat and you know it. And threats like that must be eliminated.”

He spoke with that authoritative voice that Azriel had seen bring so many others to their knees in obedience. He felt it tug at his bones, the instinct to obey his High Lord. Azriel had always considered himself loyal, never needing that extra kick to submit to his superior. Until now. “I disagree.” Azriel said sternly. “(Y/N) has lied, yes. But she has shown no signs of intending to inflict harm upon this court. All she wanted was to get out, and she knew we wouldn’t let her.”

“I don’t recall you being this blind, brother.” Rhysand’s voice was low as his violet eyes sternly stared down his spymaster. “Did she flash you her tits during training sessions? Is that why you’ve suddenly gone soft?”

“No. I think we pushed her too hard, too fast into this job she did not want. She had already lost everything in the Spring Court, and when Lucien brought her here she immediately became a prisoner. Did you expect her to bow at your feet and be eternally grateful for letting her stay here? We should have given her a reason to want to become a part of this court, not force her into it within a span of months.”

Rhysand let out a growl, and Azriel knew he was pushing his limits. “Careful, Az.” He said. But Azriel ignored him.

“Can you blame her for resenting us?” The shadowsinger continued, against his better judgement. “Our High Lady destroyed her court, and when Lucien brought her here she was forced to live indebted to the female who allowed her home to be ruined.”

There was a low rumble within the cell as Rhysand’s dark mist began to creep out from behind him. “Choose your next words wisely, Azriel. Or I’ll begin to think you’ve helped her.”

“I didn’t, and you know it. But your protectiveness for your mate is clouding your judgement as a leader, Rhysand. This girl does not deserve to die for what she has done.”

Before he could breathe another word, a sharp pain cut through his throat as Rhys’ dark power wrapped around it, cutting off his air. Shock flooded through him, hazel eyes bulging as the violet eyed male snarled at him. He didn’t try to fight back. Not once had his brother gone this far – sure, they had their fair share of nasty fights, but never like this. No matter how angry they had gotten with each other, neither had ever threatened the life of the other. Until now.

“That is not your call to make, spymaster.” Rhysand snarled furiously. “I am your High Lord before anything else, and you are sworn to me. My word is law, not yours. You will go and search for more insight into this bond between her and Nesta. Whether you find anything on it or not, (Y/N) will die by your hand at dawn tomorrow. You will not protest, and you will not breathe a word about this to anyone. If I sense even for a second that you will disobey me, I will throw you in a cell beside this scheming whore. Am I understood?”

Azriel nodded as best he could, body still frozen in shock. After a moment, Rhysand’s tendrils finally retreated, leaving the spymaster gasping for air. Despite working alongside him, being the executioner to his master for over 500 years, Azriel had never known what it was to be like on the receiving end of his High Lord’s pure fury until now. He glanced over at your strung-up figure, guilt churning in his gut. You had endured this torture for days, a torture Azriel only received a glimpse of.

As the spymaster inhaled deeply kneeling on the cold floor, his shadows whispered to him. He knew deep down that he had a choice to make, one like never before. 500 years of loyalty to Rhysand was being put to the test, something Azriel never thought would happen. Another glance at how intensely Rhys was staring at your imprisoned, starved form was all he needed to winnow away.

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Azriel’s throat still burned from the pressing of Rhys’ dark mist. He kept his demeanour calm as he approached the doors to the library at the House of Wind, even though his stomach was in a thousand knots. He knew what he was about to do was treason at the highest order, and the second Rhys found out he would be flayed alive. The clenching and unclenching of his scarred fingers was the only indication of his disturbance as the spymaster was met with Clotho. Her pale robes shone in the blue light of the library as she approached him.

Shadowsinger, Her elegant writing appeared on the paper in lieu of her voice. What can I do for you?

“I need to see Gwyneth.” Azriel said, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice to not alarm the priestess.

Gwyn is occupied right now. May I take a message?

He gulped nervously. “I’m really sorry, Clotho. But I need her right now.”

That will not be possible. I suggest you return at another time, Azriel.

“Please.” Azriel hated begging, and hated pushing the priestess even more. But before Clotho could script a reply, a gentle voice sounded from behind the shelves a few metres away.

“Azriel?” Gwyn’s red hair appeared, streaming down her flowing robes as she carried an alarming amount of books. “What are you doing here?”

“Gwyn, I need to speak with you in private. Right now.” He pleaded, hoping Clotho wouldn’t shoo him away.

Gwyn’s teal eyes were puzzled, but she nodded. “It’s alright Clotho.” The priestess merely nodded beneath her hood before turning and disappearing back into the stacks.

Azriel breathed a sigh of relief as Gwyn put down the books. She walked towards one of the offices, and he followed her in silence. The room was tense as she closed the door behind him.

She crossed her arms, which made him halt. Normally his interactions with Gwyn were pleasant, leaving his shadows singing happily afterwards. But the way she was staring at him with a hardened glare made him want to shrink back.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Gwyn said sharply.

Azriel took a deep breath, unsure of how to approach this. He didn’t know what version of that night at the Hewn City had reached the ears of the priestesses. “Gwyn–”

“Don’t bullshit me for one second, Azriel.” The redhead was unyielding, but he could see the anxiousness within her as her throat bobbed with every word. “Nesta left for Autumn with Eris, but (Y/N) never returned from the Hewn City that night. What did you do to her?”

“I didn’t do anything–” He started, but Gwyn cut him off abruptly.

“I said don’t bullshit me, you fucking liar!” Her voice rose, long fingers clenching and trembling with anger. It was enough to make Azriel take a step back, shocked at the fire within her. “I heard you grabbed her and whisked her away that night. What the hell did you do to my friend?”

Azriel leaned against the desk, wiping his face with his hand. His heart cracked a bit, knowing that trust and companionship he had built with Gwyn while training had come crashing down. He hated himself for it, for being so blind in following orders that led him to this place. His loyalty to Rhysand came at a price, one he had always been willing to pay until now. “I’m sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “I was following orders.”

“What is wrong with you?” Gwyn hissed, her words cutting him sharper than Rhysand’s magic had. “You took away her one chance of leaving this gods damned court peacefully. You took away her freedom out of stupid, blind loyalty.”

“How did you know what happened that night?”

She snorted. “You and your little circle like to treat us priestesses like we’re these fragile little flowers living in our own little shelter, oblivious to the outside world. But people talk, and word reaches us. We aren’t as ignorant to the court as you think we are.”

“I never said that you were.”

“You basically just did.”

Shame washed over Azriel. He knew she was right, that he was a prick in assuming the priestesses remained clueless to what was happening in the court right now. And that’s why Clotho had been hesitant to let him into the library. “I never meant for any of this to happen.” He muttered, closing his eyes.

“Well, it did. Now tell me where my friend is, and why you’re here.”

Azriel took a breath, preparing to utter the words that would make this decision the point of no return. “I need everything you have on the bond between (Y/N) and Nesta.”

A flicker of worry crossed Gwyn’s teal eyes. “I don’t know anything–”

“Yes, you do.” Azriel interrupted her calmly. “My guess is you knew about their plan as well. Otherwise you’d be a lot more freaked out by Nesta marrying Eris.”

As panic began to set into the priestess’ face, Azriel softened his voice. “It’s ok, I’m not going to tell anyone. It makes sense that any information that Nesta and (Y/N) got on the bond was through you and your work. You are not in trouble, and nobody will hear from me that you helped them. I just need every scrap of information you were able to get your hands on regarding whatever magic they used.”

She narrowed her eyes. “So you can give it to your master like a good dog playing fetch? Not gonna happen. He’ll use it to hurt both of them. I don’t care that he’s the High Lord, I won’t let him do that.”

Azriel stood up and took a step towards Gwyn. She didn’t shrink back, but rather lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “Gwyn,” He began. “That’s not what this is. I’m not retrieving this information for Rhysand.”

The priestess blinked once, as if considering the gravity of his words. He wished he could spill the truth and tell Gwyn what he planned to do, but just uttering those words directly to her would put her at risk. “Then who are you retrieving it for?”

“Look, I am not trying to hide anything from you. But I told you… if you knew the truth, I would be putting you at risk for selfish reasons. And after all I have done, that is something I cannot live with. You just have to trust me when I say that it is for the right reason.”

“After hearing about how you so quickly stole (Y/N) away, I’m not sure if we have the same definition of the right reason, Azriel.” Gwyn’s voice was bitter, but there was a sadness to it that made the guilt churning inside of him threaten to spill over.

“I understand.” He said quietly. “And you have no reason to trust me right now. But please… if you’ve ever had any faith in me at all…just….just know that I’m doing this for (Y/N). And Nesta. If you believe anything I say, believe that.”

Silence overtook the room, the shadowsinger and the priestess standing mere inches from each other. After a long few minutes Gwyn muttered a ‘stay here’ before quickly fleeing the office.

She returned 15 minutes later with a few sheets of parchment paper and several books. They were placed upon the dusty table, and Gwyn took a deep breath. “This is everything I have on the subject,” She said shakily. “It’s not much, but it’s every document that could possibly give anything away about the bond between them.”

Without thinking, Azriel dropped to his knees in relief, bowing his head. “Thank you, Gwyn. Thank you.” His entire body was on the verge of shaking as the weight of what he was about to do began to truly set in. Everything he had known and defended was about to be put on the line.

“Promise me this, Azriel.” Gwyn spoke coldly. “Promise that this information gets into the right hands, not the wrong ones. You do whatever it takes to help my girls. After everything you and your family have done to them, you owe them that much. And more.”

“I swear it.” Azriel said solemnly, still looking at the ground. In a flash, he felt a cold blade pressing against his jaw, tilting his head upwards to gaze at the priestess. She looked like a goddess of justice, staring down at him with icy eyes.

“And I swear this to you,” Gwyn said coldly, a silver dagger in hand. “If you screw this up and they pay the price for it, no power in the world will stop me from hurting you. I don’t care that you trained me, or that you saved me on that day Hybern came. I will cut your throat if anything happens to Nesta or (Y/N) because of you. Understood?”

Azriel was enthralled at her strength. This was not the shy, nervous priestess that he had rescued from Hybern’s soldiers. Gwyn’s bravery had excelled since the second she stepped into the ring, and Azriel had marvelled at her progress during training, how comfortable she became with the outside world. Stupidly, he had credited that to his and Cassian’s training, thinking that it was what Gwyn, Nesta and the others had needed to heal like he and Cassian had. No, this strength had nothing to do with what he taught her. Behind her stern expression, Azriel knew that deep down this strength had come from the friendship formed with you, Nesta, and Emerie. He had been a fool to see it as anything other than that.

“I’m proud of you, Gwyn.” Azriel said softly before his brain could shut him up.

Despite the flicker of surprise across her face, she did not yield. “I do not need your validation. I need you to do the right thing and help my friends. Only after that will your statement be worth anything to me.”

Gwyn removed the blade from the spymaster’s throat and turned on her heel. Like a ghost in the wind, she was gone. Azriel’s chest was tight as he stood up, collecting the documents in his arms and praying that this possibly very stupid decision would be worth it. But after seeing the anger on Gwyn’s face, the hurt he had caused without even realising it…. Azriel knew exactly what he needed to do as he winnowed away.

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The door in front of Azriel opened before he could raise a hand to knock, revealing the redhead male with a golden eye wide with surprise.

“Azriel?” Lucien said in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.” Was all he said in response before pushing his way past Lucien into the manor.

“By all means, come in.” The male muttered sarcastically. But Azriel paid it no mind as he scanned the large living room for any sign of Jurian and Vassa.

“I’m alone.” Lucien quipped, settling down on the large brown armchair by the fireplace. “Since that’s what you were trying to figure out. I’m surprised you came by before (Y/N). I thought she’d have visited already, but I guess she’s been enjoying Velaris too much to be slumming it down in the human lands. When you see her next, thank her for the scarf for me, will you?”

Azriel’s heart dropped, head whipping sharply towards Azriel. “What?” He didn’t even bother keeping the surprise out of his voice.

Lucien frowned. “The scarf she gave me for the solstice? Rhys delivered it a day or so after, said she was busy on a new mission and asked him to drop it off for her.”

“Rhys was here?” Dread pooled in Azriel’s stomach. His High Lord was ensuring your disappearance would be quiet, giving him time to create a cover story before eliminating you.

“Yes… Why do you look so concerned? What aren’t you telling me?”

Azriel put his head in his hands, cursing. “You have no idea what’s been going on, have you?”

Lucien was still as a statue as he spoke. “I haven’t heard from (Y/N) since I got to the manor. When Rhysand visited, he said she had picked out a scarf for me as a present, and that she was sorry she hadn’t visited, but that she was loving her life in Velaris. And that she was training under you to work for the Night Court as a spy.”

Any desire to be secretive flew out the window as Azriel explained everything to the Autumn male – how you were not freely living in Velaris, but locked away with Nesta in the House of Wind. Your time spent back at the Spring Court to spy on your own people. Nesta’s engagement to Eris as a cover to escape the Night Court. Lucien was usually a collected male in Azriel’s eyes, but he could see the disbelief and anger in his expression as he told him the truth. When he was done, Lucien leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, speaking in a low voice. “So you’re telling me that you locked away my best friend, and everything I’ve heard about her for these past few months has been a lie.” Lucien said. “Is that correct?”

“Yes.” Azriel said quietly. “And now I’m trying to fix it–”

“Fucking hell!” Lucien exclaimed sharply, standing up abruptly and pacing back and forth. “Your court is a fucking shitshow, you know that? How the fuck can you let this happen, Azriel? You’re so far up Rhysand’s ass you didn’t see any of this coming?”

“I understand you’re angry–”

“Oh angry doesn’t even begin to describe it,” Lucien hissed, his red hair gleaming in the light of the fire. “You played right into Rhys’ hands, and now (Y/N) is being tortured in a cell somewhere because you let it happen instead of growing a fucking spine. And that doesn’t even begin to touch on the fact that Nesta was treated so horribly by you people she was willing to marry ERIS out of all people just to get away from it.”

Azriel had no defence. Defeated, he hung his head. Lucien was right about everything, and it was made worse by the fact Rhysand lied about your status to him knowing that the Autumn male was the only one likely to try and do something to stick up for you.

“Now what I can’t figure out is why you’re telling me this.” Lucien folded his arms, glaring at the spymaster. “You’re either betraying Rhysand and trying to fix this mess, which is brave but incredibly stupid. Or you’ve come here to see if I somehow had anything to do with all this so you can hang me up in a cell next to (Y/N). Which is it, shadowsinger?”

”I need your help.” Azriel admitted, meeting his harsh gaze. “I’m trying to turn this around, but I need to track down Eris. You’re my only shot.”

Lucien let out a harsh, heartless laugh. “I figured. You need my help. If you thought I wasn’t going to be any use to you, I wonder if you’d have even come here and told me the truth. Or would you have just let me live on believing this lie until word got around about (Y/N) meeting her tragic end on some mission.”

Mentally, Azriel was exhausted. Two redheads ripping him a new one was beginning to chip away at him more than he was already crumbling at the weight of his decision. Like Gwyn, Lucien was right. While he respected the male, Azriel doubted he’d have even considered coming just to tell Lucien the truth about what happened if he didn’t think Lucien could help. And his moment of silence told Lucien all he needed to know, for he scoffed again. “Of course not,” He continued. “You people just love exploiting those of us without any other options and then throwing us away like garbage when we’re no longer of any use to you.”

“Then help me make this right.” Azriel pleaded. “Tell me how to get to Eris, discreetly.”

“Can’t you just free her yourself and take her to safety?”

“No, there are ancient wards in that prison. I can pass through quickly and easily, but not so much with another person. Rhys would find us within seconds if she left that cell, and kill us both.”

“Then how do you propose we get her out?”

Azriel frowned. “I’m sorry, we?”

Lucien rolled his eyes, taking a hearty swig from his glass of wine beside him. “I’m going to help you get her out.”

Azriel shook his head, not liking how many people were involved in this already. “I can’t let you.”

“Bullshit. You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything you’ve done to create this mess. I’ll take you to Eris, and besides, I think I know something that can help us.”

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The crisp scents of Autumn flooded Azriel’s senses as he paced the clearing. His mind whirled from his talk with Lucien, even more so at the male’s idea that they had discussed. Lucien had winnowed him here and told him to wait while he discreetly fetched Eris. It was a huge gamble – while you and Nesta had been willing to trust Eris, Azriel was not so keen. His dealings with the prince had always been tense at best, and vicious at worst. He knew he’d have to swallow his pride and put their history aside for this, however hard it may be.

Frankly, Azriel had no idea where in the Autumn Court he was. His shadows sensed nothing, no indication of where they were on the map. It briefly crossed his mind that Lucien could very well have led him into a trap as payback, but deep down Azriel knew Lucien wasn’t that type of male. However angry he might be at Azriel, he would prioritise getting you back. The clearing was massive, which made him feel far too exposed for his liking. There was a thicket of trees in the distance that he considered hiding in, but he owed it to Lucien to do as he was instructed and wait here.

It felt like hours before a strong gust of wind blew his tousled locks out of his forehead, and the presence of something Azriel could only describe as sheer power slammed into him like a wall. A thunderous roar sounded from the skies, unlike anything the shadowsinger had ever heard before. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.

Three large dragons were flying ahead, circling above the clearing. Their wings were like claps of thunder, nearly sending him backwards onto the ground. Upon the back of the large black one was the unmistakable, arrogant figure of Eris Vanserra. He held onto the spikes going down the dragon’s neck as it soared above Azriel, roaring with the ferocity of an ancient battlecry. Azriel’s jaw nearly hit the ground as he spotted none other than Nesta Archeron, riding the elegant silver dragon with her hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were a lethal glowing silver, resembling the scales of the very beast she was mounted on.

“Mother above…” Azriel whispered, flinching as he felt the ground shake beneath him. He turned around slowly, and was met with the third dragon, a riderless one with gold scales and large horns. It snaked towards him, growling fiercely. For a moment, Azriel thought the beast would open its jaws and roast him alive, but the creature paused, growling as it glanced behind the shadowsinger.

“I must say, you are the last person I expected to come here.” Came Eris’ cocky voice. Azriel turned back around, slightly nervous at the golden dragon breathing down his neck, and was faced with the other two. Ignoring Eris, his gaze landed upon Nesta.

She was perched upon the dragon like it was a horse, or even a throne, chin high like a queen from ancient times. Azriel’s breath left his body at the sight of Nesta with her hair unbound, trailing freely down her back and shining against her blood red dress. Whichever way her gaze shifted, the dragon’s did so too. It was like watching Nesta in a mirror, only her reflection was a dragon. It unnerved Azriel, and he was well aware of his vulnerability in this situation. Not only was he in enemy court, unauthorised at that matter, but three beasts he thought only existed in stories stood beside him, in the flesh.

“Lucien said you wanted to meet.” Eris said coldly. “You have ten seconds to convince us that it’s worth our time.”

“(Y/N) will die at sunrise tomorrow if we do not do something.” Azriel blurted out clumsily.

There was a moment of silence, and Eris looked towards Nesta. Her gaze was fixed on Azriel, and he squirmed underneath it. Her silver mount growled fiercely, as if it was sharing its riders' rage.

“Are we supposed to believe that you’ve suddenly had a change of heart and care about her?”

Azriel gritted his teeth. “I’ve always cared.”

Eris snorted. “No, not truly. If you had, then we wouldn’t be having this meeting. Because you’d have done something by now and grown a spine.”

“Your brother said the same thing.” The spymaster growled, already irked by having to negotiate with the Autumn prince. “I don’t need more reminding that I’ve fucked up, Eris. I just want to save her life, and I can’t do that on my own.”

“And it’s taken you this long to come to this realisation because…” Eris raised an eyebrow, amber gaze merciless. His dragon snarled, baring its teeth menacingly.

“I didn’t know Rhys would take things this far. I thought he’d want to find out everything about the bond before he made a decision on what to do with her. But he doesn’t want to wait, he wants her gone by tomorrow.”

“I assume he ordered you to do the deed?”

Azriel nodded, throat tight. “Yes. He ordered me to collect all information on the magic they used to create the bond before I…. before I kill her. Regardless of whether I came up with anything, he wants her eliminated by sunrise.”

This was probably the stupidest, craziest decision Azriel had ever made. Part of it felt wrong, betraying his found family after 500 years of peace. But when he reflected on those centuries, had he truly been happy? Had he truly felt like he was living a fulfilled life, content with what he was doing? A few weeks ago, Azriel would have been sure of his answer. Now he wasn’t, and that unsettled him.

Regardless, reached into his bag and pulled out the books Gwyn gave him. He took a breath and continued. “Which is why I brought every document the Night Court has on this magic to you. So Rhys wouldn’t get his hands on it.”

“You went to Gwyn?” Nesta burst out, rage dripping from her tongue.

“Yes.” Azriel admitted his guilt for putting Gwyn in this precarious position intensifying.

“You put her in danger by doing that!” The eldest Archeron hissed at him, her dragon responding in a similar tone. “If anything happens to her because of it, I will slaughter you, Azriel.”

He let out a dry laugh. “Gwyn said the same thing to me about you and (Y/N). I swore no matter what happened, nobody would find out I got this through her. She even put a knife to my throat.”

Eris spoke up again. “As much as I would truly love to believe you, if I recall correctly you were perfectly content sending (Y/N) to certain death weeks ago on an impossible mission under Rhysand’s orders.”

“I was trying to find a way out of it for her!” Azriel yelled, patience snapping. “A way for her to quietly flee and go build a life for herself far away from all this shit. I never told her because I didn’t want to scare her, or get her hopes up. I had the chance to explain this to her before…”

His voice trailed off, memories of seeing you strung up like an animal flashing through his mind. Azriel was no stranger to self hatred, but today it was striking him now more than ever.

Nesta’s lethal tone interrupted his thoughts. “Before what?” She demanded.

Azriel gulped, praying that the dragons wouldn’t make him their meal. “Before Rhysand interrupted and… took over.”

“Meaning?” Eris inquired, his dragon inching ever so slightly closer to the Illyrian.

“Meaning he thought I was being too soft, since I gave her water. He stopped the physical torture and spent hours trying to get inside her head until she passed out.”

“And he didn’t manage to do it?” Eris’ voice was laced with surprise, something uncharacteristic for the Autumn prince who always seemed to be two steps ahead of everyone.

“No.”

Eris and Nesta glanced at each other, unreadable expressions crossing their faces. Their dragons continued to stare down Azriel, awaiting whatever command would give them permission to incinerate him where he stood. He had a million questions for them – how the fuck did Eris have dragons? What did Beron say about all of this? Did they still plan on taking him out? But Azriel knew better than to ask them.

Nesta swung her legs to the side and crawled down the dragon’s side. To Azriel’s awe, the beast lowered its shoulder to the ground to make it easier for the female to climb off. Gracefully, Nesta’s feet met the ground and she patted the dragon’s neck. He remained frozen in his place as she stalked towards him. Like Gwyn, there was a new strength to her. This was not the half-starved Nesta who first came to the House of Wind. No, this was the female that stole from the Cauldron itself, whose name was whispered across the moors and valleys of Prythian, associated with pure death and power. Nesta’s steps were sure, silver fire expertly curling around her fingertips like Azriel’s own shadows as she stalked towards him like a lioness seizing up its prey.

“My war is not directly with you, Azriel,” Nesta said slowly. “But make no mistake. You are not innocent here. You may not have inflicted the most damage, but you willingly stood by and let your family tear me and (Y/N) down until they got pure submission. You let Cassian mock and belittle me at my lowest. You forced (Y/M) into a job she did not want to do. You let Cassian force me to train as a warrior when that’s not at all what I wanted or needed. You didn’t do a damn thing to advocate for either of us because you’re so blinded by the sheltered little tower your circle has built over the last 500 years, ignorant to the pain you inflict on anyone who’s not a part of your family. You coming here on your own volition is the only thing in my eyes that could possibly redeem you. You will help us get (Y/N) back at all costs, or you will suffer at my hand more than you have ever suffered before.”

Being threatened for the third time that day, all Azriel could do was bow his head. “I understand.” He said.

“No, I don’t think you do.” Nesta hissed. “For your sake, let’s hope your change of heart isn’t too late.”

Azriel hadn’t even noticed Eris had climbed off his dragon and was walking towards Nesta. He stood beside her, gently resting a hand on her waist. Azriel tensed, half expecting Nesta to slap him away, but she did not. To his surprise, she looked comfortable with Eris. More so than she ever had been with Cassain. When Cassian touched Nesta, there was always some sexual suggestion beneath it. But not with Eris. Eris’ touch was comfort more than ownership, something Azriel did not expect.

In his heart, he realised Cassian and Nesta were not right for each other. It made no sense for them to be mates, and whatever they had going on was purely surface level sexual tension. There was nothing deep about it, no greater understanding of each other. Nesta and Eris seemed like a much more reasonable match, mirroring each other like they did with their dragons. As much as Azriel hated the male, and knew that these thoughts would crush Cassian’s heart, it reassured him that he had made the right choice.

“So, spymaster,” Eris piped up, cocking his head. “How are we doing to do this?”

And so Azriel began explaining.

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One Drunken Night - Part Two

Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part! :) For this part I am going to be switching between Eddie and Y/N’s POVs so I hope it flows alright! Feedback on this would be greatly appreciated! This is going to be a multiple part series. I am not sure how many parts quite yet, but I am really enjoying have a creative outlet!

You sat across from Eddie at your kitchen table staring down at the cup of tea in your hands. He was sitting in silence staring at you and you couldn’t dare bring your eyes to meet his.

“I know I should have told you sooner Eds, I just didn’t want to ruin the plans you had for your life. Things were already awkward enough between us since that night and I felt I would just make it worse if I forced you to be a parent on top of that.,” You said as you stirred the spoon in your glass. He continued to look at you in complete silence. You could feel his gaze on you whether you were looking back at him or not. You know he probably hated you now and you couldn’t stand the thought. It felt like hours had gone by when you finally heard him clear his throat.

“You know, I had a hunch you left because of me, but I never in a million years thought that it would be because you thought I wouldn’t have wanted to be a part of my kids life,” He said obviously hurt. You finally looked back up at him and he was staring down at his hands now fiddling with his rings.

“I’m so sorry Eddie. I truly am. We had been friends for so long and I was afraid you would resent me for not being able to fill out your dreams of touring with the band and making a name for yourself,” You responded, tears starting to well in your eyes. This conversation was making you resent yourself. You never realized how much of a bitch you came across as with this decision until now.

“Yeah big dreams I filled out. I work at a fucking mechanic shop and still only play gigs at the Hideout every other weekend. What a name I’ve made for myself,” He bit back. He put his head in his hands and started rubbing at his temples.

“I want to make things right. You can have whatever part of this situation that you want. You can get to know her and be a part of her life or you can hate me and forget that we exist. I will leave you alone if you would prefer,” you said as tears now rolled down your face. He jumped up from his seat and walked towards the door. As he went he mumbled under his breath ,” I wish I could hate you.”

Eddie.

Eddie walked into his trailer and slammed the door behind him, accidentally waking Wayne.

“Are you okay, son?”, he asked as he sat up on the couch.

“Guess who’s back in town?,” Eddie said sarcastically.

“Yeah, her grandma told me she was coming back soon.”, Wayne said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“And you’ll never guess who she has with her,” Eddie looked at his uncle.

“She brought Ellie?,” Wayne said quietly.

“You’re telling me you knew about this this whole time and you decided not to tell me?,” Eddie said with rage.

“It wasn’t my place to tell you. The only reason I know is because of her grandmother. She told me the last time I went to visit in the nursing home. She had just found out Y/N was coming back to town and wanted to let me know so I could give you the support you needed. I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.,” Wayne said holding his hands up defensively. Eddie reached into his pocket and grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He paced back and forth as he took a couple of drags.

“What am I going to do Wayne. She obviously didn’t think I would be a good father. Why else would she just take off and not even give me the option of raising my kid.,” He said with anger. ,” She probably thought I would turn into that dead beat son of a bitch who left me!”

“I don’t think she thought any of that Eddie. Have you asked her why?,” Wayne responded, trying to comfort his nephew.

“Some bullshit about not wanting to ruin my opportunities with the band. We all knew in the back of our heads that the band would never amount to anything, it’s just a hobby at this point. I can’t believe this shit.” He spat out with anger.

“Y/N believed in you more than anyone I have ever met Eddie. She basically idolized you. She thought you could do anything you put your mind to. It didn’t take a genius to see how much she cared for you.” Wayne spit back.

“Why are you defending her?!,” Eddie raised his voice ,”Not only did she take away my kid, she essentially took away your grandchild!”

Wayne stepped closer to Eddie and grabbed him arm. “Son, I saw how tore up you got when she left. I know you had some deeper feelings for her. I am not saying that what she did was right, but did you ever think that you should have expressed those feelings after that night?”

“I didn’t even know the full extent of my feelings Wayne. And how do you know what night that was?”, Eddie asked.

“Well, she walked out of here disheveled with a string of hickeys on her neck and then you guys stopped hanging out one on one so I just kinda had a hunch.”, Wayne said with a chuckle. Eddie felt his cheeks slightly warming at the thought. Eddie plopped down on the couch and put his hand over his eyes.

“I don’t know what to do,” He said.

“Well you really need to think about it. Raising a kid is a lot of responsibility. Not that I don’t think you’re capable, but it takes a lot of work and effort. I think the first step you would have to take is forgiving Y/N. You were both young and weren’t capable of making the smartest decisions. But don’t rush it. Take as long as you need to forgive her. You don’t want to be a part of Ellie’s life just to fight with her mom in front of her. You need to have mutual respect first.” Wayne told his nephew.

“Thanks, Wayne. I’ll put some thought into that but for now I have to go to band practice.”, Eddie said as he stood up and gave his uncle a thoughtful look. He grabbed his guitar and went out to his van. The whole drive to Jeff’s house was filled with thoughts of Y/N and the little girl he saw standing behind that screen door. She resembled him a good bit. He pulled into Jeff’s driveway and was greeting by his band members.

“Hey man! Do you want a beer or anything before we get started?,” Gareth asked Eddie as he walked in, guitar in hand.

“No thanks ,” Eddie replied, setting up his equipment.

“Alright then well lets get this ball rolling.” Jeff said. Eddie was on autopilot through the whole practice, distracted by the thought of little hands gripping his.

“Dude are you alright? You seem off today.,” Jeff asked, walking to stand in front of Eddie.

“I have a kid,” Was all that Eddie could say in response as he stared blankly in front of him.

“What?!”, Jeff responded.

“Did you knock up one of those groupies from the hideout?”, Gareth chuckled.

“As a matter of fact, no I did not. ,” Eddie stated back with a touch of anger underneath.

“Then who’s the unlucky woman carrying your sperm,” Gareth responded.

“Well that sperm is a full blown toddler now for your information and its Y/N. We got drunk and had sex right before she left and we were both so wasted that apparently we didn’t use any protection,” He said back. Jeff stared at him with wide eyes. He always thought there was something more going on between Eddie and Y/N , but he never imagined this. There was silence for a few moments before Gareth broke it.

“Wow, the sex was so bad that she had to leave the state. Major burn dude.”

“This isn’t a joke Gareth. This is serious. I helped create another human being who is now living in the trailer across from me. I don’t know what to do,” Eddie replied.

“Hey man, we’re always here for you and we’ll support you in whatever you decide,” Jeff stated with compassion.

“Yeah we can even make the sperm a Corroded Coffin shirt.,” Gareth said.

“Dude, stop referring to my kid as sperm.,” Eddie said while rolling his eyes.

“Sorry man, that’s just some serious shit and I was trying to make light of the situation”, Gareth said.

“ It’s okay man, we just gotta teach you to act your age, not your IQ,” Eddie said back jokingly.

“Now that was a major burn,” Jeff said laughing. ,”So what are you gonna do man?”

“Well for starters, I have to go talk to Y/N again. I didn’t quite leave things exactly friendly earlier when I talked to her. It is getting late so I’ll probably have to wait until tomorrow.” He said as he starting loading his guitar into his van.

“Well if you need anything man, just let us know.” Jeff said.

“Thanks guys, I’ll catch you later,” Eddie said as he climbed into his van and started the drive home. He looked over at your trailer as he pulled into his parking space and saw that all the lights were off. He went inside to an empty house and ate some cereal before heading to his bedroom. Wayne was at work so he wasn’t here to distract Eddie from his own thoughts. He sat on his bed with thoughts running through his mind as he smoked a joint trying to relax himself enough to go to sleep. He got under the blankets and let his head hit he pillow. He finally started drifting off to sleep thinking about the fact that this all started in this very bed. He couldn’t believe he had a little girl.

Y/N.

The next morning, you walked through the grocery store filling your cart with all the essentials you needed to keep you and Ellie happy. You were going down the cereal aisle when Ellie looked up at you.

“I want fruit snacks please mommy,” she said to you sweetly

“Okay, baby, we can get you some fruit snacks.” You smiled down at her. She completely melted your heart and there was no way you could deny her when she asked so nicely. She really made you think about the whole Nature vs Nurture debate, because she had never met Eddie, but reminded you so much of him. There was not a day that went by that you didn’t think about him when you gave birth to his carbon copy. You finished filling your cart with groceries and household items and made your way to the checkout. You were loading the conveyer belt up with your groceries when you recognized the employee scanning them.

“Y/N?”, Robin Buckley asked.

“Hey Robin, how have you been?”, You ask her, going to the other end of the checkout to start loading your bagged groceries into your cart.

“I’ve been pretty good. I just started working here a month ago with Harrington. Who’s this little stinker?,” She asked looking down at Ellie.

“This is my daughter Ellie. Say hi to Robin, Ellie,” You said to her.

“Hi Wobin,” Ellie said shyly. She couldn’t always pronounce her r’s.

“ That is the cutest thing that has ever been said to me,” Robin replied. ,” When did you get back up here? I heard you were living it up in Tennessee.”

“Yesterday afternoon actually. I’m currently looking for a job,” You replied as you handed her the cash for your total.

“Hey my aunt is totally hiring at her daycare. The pay is decent and seeing as you have this little cutie now, I figured that might be right up your alley. I can give you her number if you want.” Robin stated.

“That would be amazing actually.,” You said. She scribbled the number down on your receipt.

“What are you trying to be a step-mom now Buckley? Stop hitting on single moms,” You heard a voice behind you ask. You turned around to be met with Steve Harrington.

“Hi Harrington,” You said.

“Holy shit Y/N I didn’t realize that was you. Did you know your kid looks exactly like Munson?”, he responded.

“Oh my god you had a kid with Eddie!”, Robin exclaimed.

“Uh yeah it’s actually her nap time, I’ve got to go. Thanks for the number Robin,” you said awkwardly as you took the cart and headed towards the door. You loaded your car up with groceries and headed home. When you got there you put all your groceries away, fed Ellie lunch and put her down for her nap. You took this opportunity to call Robin’s aunt Jackie and set up a time for an interview. It would be tomorrow at 1pm. You wondered if you would be able to take Ellie with you. When you were pondering over what you would do, you heard a knock at your door. You answered it and there stood Eddie.

“Hey, can I come in?,” He asked you.

“Yeah of course,” You responded and stepped aside to let him in. He walks over to the couch and takes a seat.

“Do you want anything to drink or a snack?,” You asked nervously as you still stood close to the front door.

“No thank you, can you come sit down actually, I want to talk to you about something. ,” He said and patted the seat next to him. You sat down and met his eyes with yours.

“Look, I’m sorry for the way I acted yesterday..”, he started and you cut him off.

“No, it’s my fault I should have told you sooner. You had every right to be upset with me.”, You said.

“No, we’re both adults now, and there is a child in the mix. And I want to be a part of that child’s life. We can even go at whatever pace you think is necessary. You can start off with me just being a friend that comes around until she gets used to me and then introduce me as her dad, or whatever you think would be best. Wayne also wants to be a part of her life. He is pretty much my dad so he would like to be eventually seen as her grandpa. I just want to be there..”, You cut him off again by hugging him.

“I would love nothing more than that Eddie.”, You respond. He wraps his arms around you and takes in your vanilla scent. He has missed you so much and you have definitely missed him. You break away from the hug and look at him. ,” She went down for a nap about 45 minutes ago and usually wakes up after an hour if you wanted to wait and meet her afterwards.”

“Yeah that would be great,” he responded with a smile. You put on a tv show and make small talk with Eddie when you hear a small voice calling for you in the other room.

“I’ll be right back,” You said as you left the living room. When you returned you had a toddler on your hip rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. He eyed you both and his heart swelled. You go to the kitchen and get Ellie a cup of juice and a pack of fruit snacks that she had been begging for since returning from the grocery store. You walk back into the living room and sit back down next to Eddie with Ellie sitting calmly in your lap. You switch the tv to a children’s channel and she takes interest in that.

“This is Ellie,” you say to Eddie. ,” Ellie, can you say hi to Eddie?”

“Hi ,” She responds shyly.

“Hi there,” Eddie responded smiling down at her.

“Fwuit snack?,” Ellie offered him some of the fruit snacks in her hand.

“Well how sweet of you to offer, thank you pretty girl,” Eddie said as he took a single fruit snack from her. She smiled and turned her attention back to the tv.

“I’m so happy you stopped by,” You said to Eddie as he popped the single fruit snack into his mouth. ,” Are you sure you don’t want anything to eat or drink? I just went grocery shopping and I have the good stuff.”

“Actually yeah I am pretty thirsty if you wouldn’t mind.,” He said. You set Ellie in the spot in between you and Eddie and got up to get him a coke and some chips. When you returned to the living room you see Ellie slowly climbing onto Eddie’s lap examining his hair.

“This is what yours can look like someday down the line,” He said to her quietly. She still had a little bit of residual tiredness in her and she plopped down onto Eddie’s lap and rested her head on his chest and continued to watch the tv. She mindlessly played with a strand of his hair while she watched her tv show. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Ellie was usually pretty shy around new people, but she was already warming up to Eddie. I mean how couldn’t she, they both had the same likable personality. You walked into the room further and Eddie’s head moved towards you.

“Is this okay?,” He asked nervously as he pointed down to his daughter in his lap.

“Of course Eddie. She is your daughter.,” You respond to him. You hand him the Coca Cola and put the bag of chips on the coffee table.

“So how are you adjusting being back in Hawkins?,” He asked.

“It’s weird being back here after all this time. I have a job interview tomorrow with Robin’s aunt Jackie at her daycare at 1.”, You said.

“You’d be good at that. I’m not just saying this because you have a kid yourself now, but you’ve always been good with children.”, He responded.

“Thanks Eds. I’m hoping that they don’t mind if I bring Ellie with me since it is a daycare.”, You chuckle.

“Well, not to overstep its completely your decision, but I can always hang out with Ellie tomorrow for a little bit during your interview. I’m off and Wayne will be home too, and he has more experience with children than I do obviously. He does want to meet her, whenever you’re ready for that. Again no pressure.,” He stumbles nervously. You think about it for a moment.

“I say as long as tonight goes well and Ellie is okay with it, then I am okay with it. ,” You reply. You talked with Eddie some more and before you knew it, it was already time for you to start on dinner. ,”Are you okay hanging out with her in here while I make some dinner? You can eat with us.”

“Yeah totally,” Eddie responded without looking at you, getting invested in the children’s show with Ellie. You smiled to yourself and walked into the kitchen and started making one of Ellie’s favorites, spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread. You also heated up a can of green beans in the hopes that she would eat some of them. As you finished up cooking, you got Ellie’s plate together and attached her booster seat to one of the dining table chairs. You set down a plate for you and Eddie as well. You walked into the living room and announced the dinner was ready. Ellie got down off of Eddie’s lap and ran into the dining room. You helped her up into her booster seat and fastened her in. She starting eating her cut up spaghetti and meatballs quickly and you chuckled to yourself.

“I went ahead and made you a plate, there are green beans in the pot up there if you want any,” you say to Eddie. Simultaneously, as if planned, Eddie and Ellie both make a disgusted face at the mention of green beans. ,” Wow, you two really are the same person.”

“No green beans mommy,” Ellie says making her sad eyes at you.

“Yeah, no green beans mommy ,” Eddie says with a chuckle.

“Ellie, if you eat 3 bites of green beans for mommy, I will let you have cookies after dinner. ,” you bribe your daughter. She gives you a look telling you that she’s contemplating that offer.

“I’ll eat 3 if you eat 3 kid,” Eddie responds.

“Okay, only 3,” she says as she holds up 3 little fingers. Eddie’s gets a little bit of green beans on his plate and they both eat the green beans with dramatic looks on their faces. You laugh to yourself as you eat dinner. After dinner, you get some cookies out for the 3 of you. Ellie’s energy level spikes up and so does Eddie’s as if they’re feeding off of each other.

“Hey babe, how would you feel if you hang out with Eddie a little bit tomorrow afternoon while mommy goes for a job interview?”, you ask Ellie as she and him play with her building blocks.

“Can I bring my blocks?,” She asks, looking between you and Eddie.

“Absolutely kiddo!,” Eddie’s says in response.

“Then I want to hang out with him mommy.,” She says matter-o-factly.

“Okay baby, its a plan then.”, you smile back at her. After everyone starts to settle down, you start to run a bath for Ellie and get her ready for bed. Eddie heads to your kitchen while you do this and starts washing your dishes. You take Ellie to what will be your room and set up her pack & play until you can get her a toddler bed. You lay in her and kiss her goodnight. She’s already falling asleep when you close the door to the dark bedroom. You exit the hallway into the kitchen and see Eddie finishing up the dishes in your sink.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quietly.

“It’s okay I wanted to help. ,” He said turning around to face you. You stare at him for a good minute taking in his features before you break the silence.

“Ellie is really excited to hang out with you tomorrow,” You say to him.

“I’m really excited to hang out with her, and Wayne will be excited to meet her.,” He says.

“I’m sure she’ll love him. Even though he probably isn’t very pleased with me now, I have always loved Wayne as a father figure myself.”, You respond.

“Wayne loves you Y/N, he always has. He’s not upset with you at all. He would love to see you again.”, Eddie responds.

“Well I will stop by your place a little early tomorrow to catch up with him if that’s okay.”, You say.

“Of course it is.”, he responds with a smile. You walk closer to him and give him a hug.

“I missed you so much Eds. Thank you for today. I really needed it. I thought I had lost you forever.,” You say to him quietly.

“You could never lose me,” He responds to you. You say your goodbyes for the night and get ready for bed. As you lay down you think about how great Eddie is and realize that you still had those same burning feelings for him that you did all those years ago, even more so now seeing him with your daughter. You had tried to date a couple times in Tennessee but it never amounted to anything. You now know why, you were still completely in love with your best friend.

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faize-art · 10 months ago

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AFTERWARD: OF SWORD & SHIELD (Ch. 1)

Summary: After the fall of the Netherbrain, life continues onward. Only the gang and you have gone your separate ways this time. With everyone off on their own adventures and continued self-discoveries, you learn to embrace your new form while holding onto bits and pieces of your past and former self.

A slice of life novelette following illithid Tav and their journey with the short-worded business flayer, known as the Emperor.

Pairing: The Emperor x Illithid Tav

Word count: 17k

Tags: Slice of life, Suggestive themes, Mild NSFW, Tentacles, Fluff, Possible spoilers, Relationship, No abuse, Consent (all the fucking consent).

Status: COMPLETED (Read on AO3)

A/N: Hello, thank you for taking the time to give this novelette a read. It was originally a short story but had somehow gone over its word count (oops).

Despite that small accident, I would like to point out that the scenarios that transpire in this story will take place after defeating the Netherbrain and are heavily placed from my POV and are not all official Baldur's Gate 3 events. Therefore, there will be things said and done that may be unfamiliar with official characters. So, please excuse my limited insight with the massive universe and take this story as a simple indulgence.

On another note, after finishing my first playthrough, I was satisfied with my endgame result but still wanted a bit more. So, I took to my imagination to give closure to my experience. In this case, I will be referring to the main character as “Tav” as it will confuse readers if I were to use my original character’s name (which is the same as my username). This is a Tav and Emperor fanfiction that does hold a mild and intimate moment of NSFW. Thank you.

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“Hello darling.”

You know that voice, that voice that has sung like a preaching choir from the churches of Selûne and beyond that. Your beady black-like eyes turn to meet their gaze, and their ruby red eyes stare back at you as the two of you are alone.

Astarion. You acknowledge in silent thought while not saying a word in return.

It was obvious as to why he was here. This scenario had already played out in your head ahead of time. Before you agreed to turn into a full-out illithid to conquer the Netherbrain with the Netherstones, and way before that too.

“I have been thinking about…freedom,” he says to you, his voice hesitant and full of deep controversy. “How I am free of Cazador. How I have a whole new life stretching out in front of me.”

You wait silently for him to muster up the courage to express his feelings further.

“And you're—well…what are you?” He questions, the expressive creases encasing his pale, familiar, thin lips frowning in doubt. “Is the person I loved still in there?”

You stare at him for a while, contemplating the questions asked of you and taking in their struggle to make sense of their confusion and their sorrows. Besides, who are you to stop them? Wouldn’t that make you what they despise the most? Another Cazador, all over again, and that was one of many things you would prefer not to be to them.

“I am still me, but I am also more than that. I have evolved beyond the person I once was,” you reply.

“I see,” he accepts your answer, his voice hesitant and his body language fidgety. “…and how does this…newly evolved version of you feel about me? Do you…still want to be together?”

Because you have already prepared yourself for this specific conversation, you do not stumble over your words in front of him.

“What do you want?” You earnestly ask of him.

He sighs lightly, and his silver brows furl ever so slightly. “I don’t know. It is a big change. And as much as I care for you…I don’t know. Maybe…it’s better if we are friends for now?”

You watch him fumble with his words some more. He was always bad at expressing himself when it came to sensitive things, such as this, but seeing him muster up the courage to mutually settle things with high vulnerability was also satisfactory progress for him. It was better than him simply disappearing from you—not that you would be surprised by such an outcome.

“You’re precious to me, and I don’t want to lose you, but this is a lot,” he confesses. “Perhaps we will adjust. Perhaps we will not. But you mean too much for me to walk away.”

You take it all in. His words. His confusion. His worries. His everything. And you bask in every remaining second with Astarion that you still have before mutually agreeing to part ways.

“I would like that,” you softly say to him.

He looks at you with concealed surprise, as if he were expecting there to be more of a struggle than an upfront and unruffled response. “So, would I. And I hope we can find some place for love in our new—whatever this is. But even if we can’t, I will never forget the person you were. I will never forget what you did for this world. And what you did for me.”

Silence. You cannot bring yourself to say anything else after witnessing the muscles on his pale face turn into deep grief, upheld by a false and delicate smile he has a bad habit of doing when hiding his pain.

“Thank you, my love.” His voice but a faint whisper filled with layers of heartache.

***

While the city of Baldur’s Gate was once again under unending construction, seeing the formidable workforce of each Baldurian hard at work brings to you a sense of closure. After everything prior, the team and you did not traverse through such hardships for no mere reason. And even if you no longer looked the same as before—a High Elf druid with back-length dark-emerald hair and vibrant forest green eyes—you still hold your former memories at heart, or at least it seems that way.

The loud and unending commotion of the lively city surrounds you as you briskly loop in and out of alleyways, your signature high-ponytail and dark-emerald hair bouncing to the motions of your fluid movement as you skim past the many bustling bodies moving onwards with their day-to-day routines. In the blink of an eye, a time span of six months has passed by. Just yesterday, it felt like the tenacious team, and you had ventured forth High Hall to slay the Netherbrain.

It is funny how time is a meager thing. You ponder to yourself as you enter a newly built manor with ease, high spike-tipped fencing surrounding the building, and its land.

Not only that, but you have grown comfortable with your illithid form, and you have learned to further embrace it. However, the thought of you taking your own life if you were ever to lose yourself, at the slightest, still hangs at the back of your ever-growing mind while you continue to evolve and commune with entities unique and wondrous. Despite that lingering reminder, the Emperor and you had agreed to rebuild and run the Knights of the Shield together, and the gradual growth of the guild has been proving itself fruitful as you jointly network your influence and plans. Although, as of late, the Emperor's ambitious regime has been hectic with no signs of leisure. Often, he would leave the city of Baldur’s Gate for an extended period to negotiate, yet he will always make certain to return later down the line—just how you are always drawn back to Faerûn and the memories in your fleeting dreams.

In this newly established manor, you have entered so effortlessly, the Emperor and you combined your earnings to fortify a gated home within the city. Here, in this manor, you two pose as humanoid adventurers hosting a couple of roommates.

You make your way down to the basement level. From there, you descend lower through an inconspicuous cellar. Further down the cellar lies a single room measuring at least five hundred square feet. A bed, wardrobe, and many rows of shelving decorate the cellar room meant to resemble a hideaway bunker with no other entrances available. Only a well-hidden entrance is sealed off by a dense wall of stone, and that entrance may only be revealed and accessed into by lighting the ordinary neighboring light fixtures on the ledge of each shelving with lightning infused magic—an innovative approach inspired by the dragon torches concealing Ansur.

Your dirtied thick leather boots thump against the cold stone floor as you make your way down a flight of spiraling stairs pass the magical dense stone wall. The way down covered in pitch darkness, and the air stale and cold. With use of your druidic magic, you light the blinding path downward with your Evocation spell Daylight imbued onto your sheathed longsword, and then you descend deeper into the void.

Your familiar humanoid face and casualwear outfit are covered in dirt and small splotches of blood from hunting for things for alchemical purposes. Coincidentally, when you were a little more than a month old, you realized you liked to scavenge for flora and fauna. Alchemy and medicine happened to pique your interest, and it soon dawned on your hazy intuition that these actions were a past hobby of yours during your more life-threatening adventuring period, and, even now, it still is a pastime activity that intrigues you.

The light illuminating off your longsword reveals a heavy and sturdy door at the foot of the black spiraling staircase. You reach into your pocket and pull out a key, and then you unlock the door and make your way inside.

The walls and floors within this room are laid out like stone pavement—neat, tough, and cold to the touch—and a miraculous chandelier made of smoke-gray metal hangs at least ten feet above an elongated table before you, draped with an intricate bordered black and gray table runner. Sheets of parchment paper and books rest atop it as if they were used recently. A couple of feet away from the hanging chandelier and draped table hung grayish-purple banners of a sleepy looking eye incased by circular rings and diamonds. The banners hanging proudly and boldly, the eyes following every movement made. This is the Knights of the Shield’s new location, and you are standing in its Main Hall.

You lock the door and make your way down the Main Hall, the Evocation spell on your sheathed longsword dissipating until it shined no more. About halfway down the hall, you turn to the right and enter through another corridor—the East Wing, as the Emperor had noted it on the blueprint.

Waiting for your safe return home, a female Tiefling who has sworn oath to protect you stands near your personal quarter door. She spots you and straightens herself out, and then she respectively bows to you as you draw near.

“Welcome back Master Tav. The Emperor sends you their regards,” she informs you. Carefully, she reaches into her side pocket and presents you with mail.

“Thank you, Nevine,” you reply, taking the unopened envelope from her and then unlocking your private quarter door. “Please proceed with your tasks and ensure that all agents of the Shield are executing their assignments.”

“Yes Master Tav,” Nevine nods her head and then bows politely before you close the door behind you.

You like Nevine. She has proven herself a loyal ally so far and was one of many you had managed to save during your journey to High Hall. For that redeeming grace you had blessed her with, she looks beyond your unfavorable appearance and does not ask for much in return except to willfully serve you. Worship you. Though, the Emperor once expressed how Nevine should be made a proper thrall for your sake, yet you countered it by saying she would make for a better meal if she were to ever thwart you.

You lock the door behind you after dismissing Nevine, and then you set the dirtied satchel filled with scavenged organic material down onto the wooden panel floor. As dangerous as it is to wander about in the open as a mind flayer, you do not let that factor stop you from pursuing your day-to-day tasks. And embodying yourself with illusionary magic seemed to do the trick. But the smell of an illithid was still a minor issue. Although the smell was not a huge problem, you decided it would still be advantageous to process a formula-like perfume to temporarily mask the scent away—a current work-in-progress project of yours. Especially from prying noses who are familiar with the natural scent of Illithid kind.

With a gentle flick of your wrist, the magic used to conceal yourself disintegrates off, and a giant mirror lined against the side of your personal sleeping quarter wall reveals your true nature to you, your reflection skipping past your line of vision for a moment as you look down at the envelope in your dirtied hand, awaiting your attention.

Your unusual illithid five fingers pry the three-fold sheet out from their encasing, and you unravel the neatly tucked letter cautiously:

I write to bring you happy news on the night of your celebration. I have completed my tour of the syndicates of the Sword Coast.

Amn, Cormyr, Waterdeep, and Calimshan prove promising leads.

I have communed with the illithid Nihiloor of Xanathar's Thieves Guild and made an ally of him. Through him, we will control the flow of riches through Waterdeep, and extend our influence to far north Luskan.

Meanwhile, in the south, I have established ‘contacts' in Calimshan—they answer wholly to me. Inland Cormyr will be the trickiest—there I believe we will have to manoeuvre around the restrictions of the law, but with the right representation in our control, that too will fall to us.

Make merry with your former allies, for we may yet have need of them. Keep them close, and wait for my word. Soon, my friend, neither word nor thought will traverse the Sword Coast without our knowing, nor our desire.

Until we reconvene,

The Emperor

A faint smile draws on your face—at least in the back of your mind—and you take in the familiar ink sprawled scribbles before refolding the sheet back into its envelope. A light whiff of a comforting scent tickling one of your tentacles in return.

It smells lightly of him. You take note of the faint vanilla and garlic scent. It tastes subtly of him. He is healthy and well. That is good.

Suddenly, you find yourself missing him.

Now is not a suitable time. You retort. There are many things I need to focus on, and dawdling over the absence of someone is time I cannot afford.

As quickly as that feeling came into thought, you shook it off. Besides, tonight, there is a party to deal with, and Withers will be terribly upset if you do not attend.

Next Chapter

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chubbygirlmaddy14 · 3 months ago

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The Dollmaker: The Pastries

Dale Kobble x reader

A/N: This chapter is awful I'm actually so sorry for how this one came out, I promise future ones will be better

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Chapter 10: The Pastries (1,225 words)

I ended up moving in with my grandma after everything until I graduated. She was the only one who was there for me whenever I needed her the most, but she never knew about the abuse and everything that happened until after their deaths. It was nice but I still needed to get out of this town for a while.

Present Time

I wake up screaming as I dream about that day. My heart is pounding outside my chest as I sit up on the couch trying to catch my breath, the movie is long over as I look at the clock seeing it read 3 am.

Why tonight? It was going so well and now this

I think to myself as I get up making my way to my bedroom, not wanting to spend the night anymore on the couch.

Laying in bed I collect my thoughts as my breathing has now gone steady, my hands over my face rubbing the tiredness away. I need to sleep, I need to get the rest, I only have 3 hours left, but the dream fills my mind, playing over and over again.

Cobble makes his way back into my mind

giving me a little bit of relief.

His smile, the way he giggles as he talks, how happy he gets when we see each other. Maybe he does like me.. no he's just being neighborly, the new girl in town. I'm so much younger than him anyways, he wouldn't wanna be with someone my age. He probably would think it's weird if he could see how I felt about him.

Soon with him in my mind

I'm able to fall asleep easy.

Longlegs POV:

I can't sleep, she's all I'm thinking about. It was so nice being with her, I'm getting closer and closer to her and she will be mine, sooner or later... preferably sooner though. I work on the doll knowing I need to get it done for the girls birthday in time. All I can think about though is y/n.

When I heard that she was the one who bought the house I was more than ecstatic, ready to see how much my girl has grown. Now I was getting her right where I wanted her, in my arms, going out, it'll be official I can just tell.

Y/n POV:

My alarm starts blaring at me, making me groan before shutting it off. I couldn't open my eyes, I didn't want too, but I had to get to work. I make my way out of bed, going through the closet as I finally had put my clothes away, I grab professional but comforting clothes.

Last night made me feel better, but now I had to be professional with all of this. I hear a knock at the door as I make my way downstair, moving to look through the peephole. I see Dale standing outside with a tray of some kind, making my heart grow fond. Opening the door I smile at him, "Dale!" I say softly.

"what are you doing here it's 6:30?"

He smiles as I let him inside, following him into the kitchen as he sets it down and takes the aluminum foil off it. "Well after you told me you didn't eat yesterday, I thought you would maybe like these for breakfast." I look at the tray seeing small pastries it looks like he had made for me

"I made them with some of the fruits we got at

the market the other day."

I stare at them before moving my eyes back to him, not believing he would do something like this. My favorite pastries too

how did he know this?

I push that though aside, making my way over to him and hugging him tightly, standing on my toes to wrap my arms around his shoulder. His arms go around my waist before he lifts me up onto the counter, hiding his face in my neck as we hug tighter. He was way taller than me and he knew it, making me as comfortable as possible in the hug.

This wasn't neighborly, he wanted more

and I needed more.

We pull away and he pushes some hair out of my face as I look into his eyes, I can tell he cares a lot. "You didn't sleep well," he says, grabbing a strawberry one as he hands it to me, seeing the eyebags that rested under my eyes.

I grab it from him taking a small bite, "I just had a nightmare, something from my past it's no big deal," I refuse to look at him, still taking bites.

He doesn't look away, I can feel his eyes on me making me smirk, "didn't your mommy ever tell you staring is rude?" I giggle making him look away and laugh a bit, "how can I look away when such a pretty girl is right in front of me.

My face turns red as I look up at him, not saying anything back. He smiles getting closer to me again before my phone starts going off on the counter. Picking it up I bring it to my ear

"Hello, this is y/n." I hear Agent Carters voice over the phone, giving me an address to meet him and Agent Harker at. I put the phone and pastry down, jumping off the counter as I go to grab my FBI jacket and shoes.

"I'm really sorry, I have to go somewhere.. just my job." I sigh putting on my shoes as he meets me over by the door. "Oh it's none of your fault! it's the life you signed up for, not expecting a case just getting here didn't you."

I laugh softly shaking my head, "no I wasn't expecting a case like this early on."

I open the door as he walks me to my car, opening the door for me as I make sure I have everything. "Thank you for the breakfast treats again, I really appreciate it." I lean up holding his cheek with one hand, my lips kissing the other cheek. Red corrupts over his pale skin making me giggle softly.

Pulling away I get in the car, driving off once he's stepped back and waving goodbye before he makes his way back home."

He's the one thing I need to fill my empty space.

Pulling up to the address Carter said to me, I see only his car followed with him and Agent Harker. It was the Camera families home, one that we thought was cleared through already. Harker proved otherwise as she was able to decipher the letters she had with her, x marks the spot.

Making our way inside the barn after finding the X's along the door, we pull our flashlights out before we break apart. Soon walking into the room, I find a trail of more leading up the stairs. A crucifix dead center of the floor board, leaving the three of us confused.

Stepping back, Carter moves the leaves and hay that rest a top of it before pulling it up making the floor board lift up with it.

A life sized doll.

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bellaevilqueen · 11 months ago

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Cinderella

Summary: Bella is an orphaned girl who lives with her stepmother and two stepsisters. At the ball in Fittes, she meets her Prince Charming and falls in love.

Chapter 2

*BELLA'S POV*

When the door opened, everyone's eyes were on me. People started whispering and in an instant I wanted to back out. Unfortunately, a tall boy stood in front of me. He held out his hand to me

-Would you like to dance with me? -People were still looking at me. I smiled at him

-I'd love to- I placed my hand on his. It fit perfectly. As if she belonged there. We walked to the dance floor. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I placed my free hand on his shoulder and soon the music started playing

-I've never seen you here-

-I don't go to ball often- he smiled

-What would you say to the company of a charismatic man for the rest of the evening? -

-Oh...where can I find one?-Now it was my turn to smile

-You're playing with my feelings, miss-

-I'd love to accompany you for the rest of the evening-

-If we're stuck in each other's company, at least tell me your name-my heart sped up. I didn't want to tell him that.Not when my stepmother is here

-Let my name remain a secret-

-So I'll call you Cinderella-

-Okay, so what's your name? Prince Charming? -

-You're very close-

-So Prince Charming, why are you wasting your time with the cleaning lady rather than with the real lady?-

-The only lady in this room is my coworker, but I prefer to devote this time to the beautiful princess - the music stopped playing and he bowed. I curtsied slightly

-So prince is an agent?-

-The rapier speaks for itself - now I noticed the rapier attached to his belt - maybe we can grab something to drink? -

-Gladly-

-Wait here for me. I'll bring the champagne- I stood next to the column and as soon as he disappeared, men started to gather next to me, asking to dance. The crowd was overwhelming me, and they were shouting over each other-Excuse me, gentlemen, but she's my partner - the group murmured and they dispersed - sorry it took so long - he handed me the champagne. I took a sip. I spent most of the evening talking and dancing with him. The ball slowly ran to the end. He dragged me behind the column

-What are you doing?-

-I want you to know who I am before everyone takes off their masks - that wasn't on the invitation

-Everyone takes off their masks?-

-Yes, at midnight-

-I...I have to go Prince Charming-

-Call me Anthony - he took off his mask and my heart stopped - I'm Anthony Lockwood -

-I have to go - I wanted to run away as quickly as possible, but he grabbed my hand

-I'm sorry if you're disappointed, but I need to know who you are-

- I can't- my panic increased as people started counting down the seconds to midnight. I pulled my hand from his grip. Unfortunately, my glove stayed in his hand.I turned around and started running to the exit. I saw that he wanted to run after me, but Alexa blocked his path. I ran outside just in time. I ran down the stairs and got into the first taxi. I drove up to Arif's store. This is the one day of the year that Arif runs the shop so late. I got out of the taxi and ran into the store

-Just like a mother. How did the party go?-

-Great, but I almost got caught. I'll change and help you lock the door - I went into the back room and after taking off my heavy dress, I came out

-So, have you met your Prince Charming?- My cheeks started to burn as I remembered the moments spent with him

-We talked all night-

-Who is this?-

-I don't know - if he found out, he would definitely do something to make me meet him

-You should go home. We have a lot of work tomorrow before the holidays. I'll close it myself, I nodded and left. When I touched the pillow, my eyes closed on their own. That night I dreamed about those beautiful brown eyes.

*LUCY'S POV* I don't remember how I got home, much less in bed, but I remember the stranger who certainly turned Lockwood's head. I went downstairs for a glass of water. Lockwood was already sitting there, and after 4 cups of tea and yesterday's outfit, I realized that he hadn't gone to sleep at all. -Did you sleep something?-

-No, Kipps got me the guest list. I have to find her- I drank some water and George came in

-You have to see something - he handed us the newspaper. On the front page was a photo of Lockwood dancing with a strange girl

-London's most sought-after bachelor Anthony Lockwood found love in the arms of a beautiful stranger who showed up at the annual Fittes Christmas ball - when I finished reading I looked at him - so are you in love with her? -

-Yes-I held out my hand to George and he put 20 on it-You bet on me? - -Yes. Everyone knows you suck at romance- -You'll see, I'll find her-

-If this doesn't work or you turn out to be a bitch, I'll set you up with a waitress-

-It's okay, George. If this doesn't work out, you can set me up with a waitress. My social life sucks-

-You know…Bella seems nice. It's not like you're twenty years old and haven't had a girlfriend in your life-

-Yes, George, finish off the lying man - he stood up and put the cups in the sink - I'll go get some sleep

-Okay-When he left, I looked at George

-You'll make an appointment now, right?-

-Yes. If it's at Arif's, then yes-

-Fingers crossed for your plan Georgie-

-Me too. It will come in handy - he left.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x y/n #lockwood and co

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 1 year ago

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Was there any responses on the Theon survey that made you feel differently about a certain headcanon, fandom trend or ship?

Thank you for your patience. It is uncommon for people to ask about my opinions but it brought a smile to my face, and your politeness only added to it.

To answer your question, sadly not, but there were still some developments on my perceptions.

Fandomwise I was mostly proven right over things I suspected in the past both in things I find uplifting and things that I find upsetting (TCKs and colonialism children in the Theon corner preferring Dany over Sansa and usually disliking the Theon/Stark ships, Robb Stark being a gift as the prevalent perception among throbb shippers, most people not caring about Jeyne Poole, thramsays being unhinged but very respectful and careful about people's boundaries) but there were a few things that had a positive reaction in me and maybe prepared me for changes.

I think I've made clear how I don't like engaging with Theon/Stark ships and sadly when it came to the squid prince and the steel skinned princess this didn't change at all, on the contrary, but when it came to the squid prince and the wolf-headed boy I was confronted with smaller subsets of the fandom that I felt could actually get me into it.

I used to be a lot more open about the later ship but as time passed it was ruined for me due to many personal vexations involving interpretation, (dismissal or vilification of) characters, themes and the constant use of show-scenes and quotes, but some of the responses from throbb people came very close to things I would theoretically enjoy in them as a ship (and as a closer characterisation of how I perceive Robb, clearly not a villain or an evil-doer but not someone I'd want to spend time with).

Nothing fully changed my mind, I didn't always agree with their reasoning and I am still sceptical because this was only a minority, but I think to some extent it made me more curious and, admittedly, less judgemental.

Here are some examples I am allowed to quote:

On Throbb as a ship, by throbb people

I only mildly dabble in shipping in asoiaf at all, however Throbb Is nice as when its done well It tends to have a lot of what I like (kidfic, canon divergences with some political element and happening around the early ACOK node, very specific hurt comfort dynamics, role reversals (enjoy Robb Is the one who had to experience Ramsay AUs even) exploration of the cultural/identity issues through conflicing loyalty etc . It rigorously has to be by people who love Theon better than Robb though

I'm someone where I will take whatever I can get tbh. All of the above. I do really enjoy stories where Robb is a darker character though, and relishes in the power he holds over Theon. Also just like playing with the theme of the Starks being wolves? And how the Ironborn were called like sea wolves by those in the riverlands and westerlands. It's very fun. I also do indulge in modern AUs where Theon is an unofficial member of the Starks. It's just very comfy. I like it less-so in canon fics because I think it very much writes off Ironborn culture in place of Northern culture. I am picky with them though because some of them are very much in the lane of "the Starks can do no wrong" and nope, the Starks can and have.

I am truly here for literally any Theon ship and they all appeal to me in different ways for different reasons. Robb and Theon - Personally I think it's really interesting how Robb is upheld as this very honourable gentleman-type but he never calls out Theon on his horrible treatment of women or other uncouth behaviour and it's suggested he actually kind of admires him for it? It gives me the impression that Robb lives vicariously through Theon a little bit and I'm fascinated by the idea of them being devoted to each other but also jealous of each other? We never see Robb's POV in the books but I think he's interesting to view through a lens of a young guy with an immense amount of pressure and responsibility on his shoulders (even before Ned dies he has the responsibility of being heir and the pressure to live up to the Stark name). I imagine that Theon is one of the few people Robb felt he could be himself around without any pressure to be respectable or honourable. He probably craves the relative freedom Theon has whole Theon longs for the status and respect that Robb has. It's an interesting dynamic! Also there's the fact that Robb is literally the only person who likes Theon and trusts him when no one else does which makes it even more heartbreaking when he betrays him.

On whether Robb Stark is a gift or not, by throbb people

No. Lol. I mean, the thing is, Robb isn’t really a terrible person or anything – book!Robb especially is young and inexperienced and genuinely seems to be trying his best in a situation that is understandably overwhelming. That said, he’s careless, self-righteous, over-privileged, emotionally manipulative, a bit vainglorious and sometimes extremely selfish, and has a tendency to do things like blame the easiest, most vulnerable (as well as the one most likely to forgive him) target for his own mistakes. He’s somewhat emotionally constipated and fairly low on empathy. He's very loyal to his family (but as we see with Sansa, it’s far from unconditional) and I think he does try to do right by people, especially those he cares about, overall. However, in the context of his relationship with Theon (where this seems to be most prominent as a Concept) he fails rather significantly and the relationship is not nonredeemable or anything, but definitely toxic.

I've only got the impression that he is a gift by reading bran's, Jon's and Arya's chapters not by theon's. In book 1 he is such an asshole to him in that bran chapter... It's more fanon I think to make Robb a gift specifically to Theon and I understand it, the show gave to us a closer relationship and many liked it and projected to Robb a caring attitude we wanted someone to have towards Theon, at least that's how it worked for me idk. Also the potential for romance, angst and tragedy by making them closer is just *chefs kiss is Robb a gift? yes is he one to Theon? they definitely have love between them but I don't think he is one to Theon.

Robb Stark as a character can really be anything you want him to be. I think only seeing him through other POV characters (especially his family) was a stroke of genius on George's part, just as we first meet Stannis in person through Maester Cressen, and later experience him through Davos' eyes (two people who love him deeply). Robb was a 16 year old dealing with some incredibly high stakes situations and a number of traumatic losses. He's mostly just tragic to me.

I still think Robb's relationships to the women in his life (Cat, Jeyne, Sansa, Arya and Dacey) are more interesting to me since they are usually explored by fandom in a more ambiguous and, in my opinion, more canon-compliant light, but yeah these made me reconsider my negative feelings about Throbb.

To some extent this also happened with Theyne, a ship I do ship but always felt weird about and sometimes had this stupid and prideful type of wish to differentiate myself from the shippers who engaged with it in a more "wholesome" manner. I came to see a lot more interest in dubious and less-positive takes on the dynamic in some of the responses and it was oddly relieving, it made me less conscious about my self-perceived discredit of the text when adding romantic connotations to Theon and Jeyne's canon dynamic (although they are somewhat present in the text too. ?????weird situationship of mutual victimhood and hellish non-consensual polycule with their torturer acting as matchmaker, third wheel and sicko lurking on the window)

[...] If it happens, it will be later down the line, probably during a potential recovery arc or even at the very end of the books. I would like to see how that plays out and I think Jeyne as his co-survivor of torture would probably be the most interesting person to play that out with because there is a common history that will remain a can of worms between them, but Jeyne seems to be (just like Kyra who came to Theon with the keys even though she didn't have to do that for her rapist!) a genuinely caring, empathetic and kind person who seems to have already bonded with Theon, seemingly knowing that he just like her did not participate willingly in her rape even though he had been compliant to his torturer's demands out of fear. And all that probably holds true even if he is still in survival mode of "I have saved Lady Arya (do not take on your actual name because that will get us both thrown back to the Boltons, this charade ain't over yet, please keep this charade up for your and my safety)". Jeyne has been badly maimed and (not only, but predominantly sexually) tortured herself, of course, so I suspect that the bond they both share will be fraught with fears and pain and ugly memories that migth feel more pressing than just memories (hello, PTSD), but i can see a way forward for both of them that I cannot see for either Jeyne and anyone else or Theon and anyone else (apart from familial bonds that Theon still has. Jeyne has no-one but Theon now, her parents are both dead and any other relatives haven't stepped up when Littlefinger sex trafficked her and Ramsay ended up repeatedly raping, maiming and psychologically torturing her). They will probably at first feel not great with each other, but I truly believe that they can help each other heal as far as possible or at least manage the aftermath of such severe torture of all kings. If he (Theon) does end up in some capacity in a romantic or sexual re-exploration of identity through a relationship of some sort, I suspect that Jeyne, who was co-tortured sexually alongside and through him (not that he was a willing participant, just someone trying to survive, doing the least harmful thing for both himself and Jeyne by partaking in being forced to rape her for Ramsay while thus becoming a victim of rape himself; apart from his former strongly insinuated sexual abuse and possible genital mutilation), might be the only person able and willing to even entertain the idea of a romantic and/or sexual connection to him, even though I think that her own state after all the sexual and other abuse means that that will be very, very far into the future. Both will probably feel safer not engaging in anything sexual for a long while, if ever, and as for romance, I think it'll probably take on a very fragile, small-gestures-of-care type of form that's more reminiscent of familial love and care rather than passionate. Both will have struggles expressing their minds, their wants and needs freely, both will be scared of physical touch probably, but then there's that image of Jeyne, half-dead herself, extending empathy to Theon and stroking his cheek telling him "you saved me", so there's that part of caring about someone already that seems like some glimmer of hope for both of them. If Theon makes it out alive through the books, I can see him ending up on the Iron Islands and her married to him for protection's sake (seeing as she's got no-one else in the world, and he has proven himself to care for her by saving her from Bolton Winterfell; while nobody else will care enough about her, or him or even be remotely positive towards him to facilitate some other marriage. She's only a steward's daugther, but a minor noble house is still a noble house, so I don't see why in-world class issues would make this impossible. It would grant both of them a safe space to recover from the abuse through each other's now safe company, and maybe find a way to love and be loved despite being more or less dead to the rest of society for various reasons. [...]

Jeyne and Theon - I think their relationship is really interesting to explore as a kind of co-dependant comforting thing where no one else quite understands their shared trauma and neither of them quite trust anyone else any more. But also they have this really soft affection for each other and see things in each other that no one else does. I think they're both seen as kind of irredeemably broken and pathetic post-Ramsay but they see the strength and kindness and value in each other that no one else can.

theon jeyne: i generally prefer nonsexual interactions, however there are ways of doing sexuality that i can like: when it is initiated by and demanded by jeyne who seeks some form of reenactment or redress or nonviolent experience or corrective with theon that she considers safe/available for this and with a theon who is reluctant at best. i like intense dangerous codependency. i don't think regular romance is available to them or rather what they have is already past that.

Asides from those, not so many changes. I think the bigger and better outcome was just learning to be less judgemental and more open. I am honestly happy of having done the survey even if sometimes I wanted to stick my head in the oven.

#I don't know how to tag this #speaking #I don't know if I should tag the ships or if this would be considered as anti-ship #anyway overall more positive feelings about those two which is good.#asoiaf #theon greyjoy #Theon x Robb #theon x Jeyne

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marisoft-paint-adventures · 2 years ago

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Pgs. 614 - 759

fuck you Rose.

this item has far reaching consequences that affects all of time and space as well as giving me depression.

I like Andrew Hussie’s weird fucking gag of making Harry Anderson out to be this damn hardass magician man who just fucking cuts fingers and pokes holes into playing cards for no good reason. I also enjoy this narrator who’s some crack ace detective detailing his life in this book because why not.

SCREECHING CHILD DEMANDS ATTENTION.

YES.

POGO HAMMER.

HELL FUCKING YES.

FUCKING GET EM.

bed.

it is here where John sleeps in the page titled John: Sleep that John sleeps.

it is also here where TOBY FUCKING FOX IS IN THE COMIC BABYYYYY!!!! YEEAAAAAHH TOBYYYYY!!!! TOBIAS RADIATOR!!!! THE FUNNY GUY!!!!

I have to say that this page being Toby’s debut is incredibly funny because it didn’t even have his music when it first came out, because this was also the 1st flash for the muscial debut of fucking BILL BOLIN.

the tale of Bill Bolin is like a legend of ancient times, imagine getting so pissed off at Andrew Hussington of the Republic of Homestuckia that you post a giant fucking rant and this shitty compressed JPG of yourself giving the finger and that’s all people remember you for.

your entire legacy is this image, and you get replaced by THE DUDE WHO MADE UNDERTALE.

I still think of this photo to this day, it’s so damn good.

fuckin idiot.

POV: Jade Harley descends from the heavens.

speaking of Jade, the constant foreshadowing with her character is honestly so fun. she’s just so mysterious in every damn way, she knows shit in the future, she seems to be directing the kids into the game, for some reason she switches from well put together and collected to fuckin head empty happiness, she’s very cool and ominous at the same time.

This is what weaker adversaries do whenever things get too hot to handle, which is frequently.

even the imps are scared of the ogres.

you get that fucker.

oh yeah here’s where the early act style really comes into its own.

fuck yeah, look at this shit.

AND THEN DAVE ASCENDS TO THE HIGHEST POINT OF THE FUCKIN BUILDING YEAH YEAAAH YEAAHHHHHH.

THIS SHIT’S SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GODDDDDDDD.

I love Dave’s fucking trek up the stairs, he’s literally walking up the stairs he’s just WALKING but it’s shot in such way where it’s just fucking HYPE. the SUN the fuckin SUN, I love how it’s drawn as this violent red inferno eye that just stares down the city. Upward Movement is the perfect track for this whole thing, there’s no song that better communicates that shit is about to get real.

oh yeah and I guess Bro doesn’t really care everyone around him is dying, he’s too busy initiating the world’s most insane sibling wrestling session to ever exist.

what’s this??? girl????

no.

welcome to Problem Sleuth but also it’s the apocalypse.

Your teeth are useless for the task! They are blunt like that of livestock, presumably suitable for mashing up plant matter, and not for puncturing metal.

>lower carapacian ranks like pawns have dull teeth that would be built for plants.

>the high agents have sharp teeth perfect for puncturing flesh and Chess Flesh.

has Jack Noir mauled a bitch.

Your WEAK PATHETIC DIGITS are not strong enough to penetrate the can!!! Your fingers are certainly pointy enough, and your black carapace is suitably rigid, but you just don't have enough muscle for the task.

I want to headcanon that along with sharp teeth, the agents all have fuckin can-opener fingers, straight up claws, they could slash you dead. they could live out a Warrior Cats RP.

It is a sort of specialized BAR CODE PATTERN.

This brings back unpleasant memories and you would prefer not to dwell on it.

I am going to follow WV’s advice and not dwell on what sort of uncomfortable analogues you could make between this and real life.

YES.

IT BEGINS.

HIS WONDEROUS LEADERSHIP STARTS HERE.

You love the idea of being a mayor. You love everything about mayors, and the concept of an orderly, civil democracy. It all seems so mannerly and reasonable to you. Everyone is friendly and happy, and the city runs like clockwork. The foundation of the government is based on mutual respect between the leader and its people. It is also built on having a really great mayor that everyone loves who is totally amazing and heroic and brave.

see this is the perfect example of how WV’s whole mayor obsession becomes horribly mischaracterized and Flanderized by comic and fandom. at the heart of it, the quirk is a joke and is played for laughs most of the time, however...

Mayors are so much better than kings. You hate kings and you think kings are really stupid. They are petty, bossy tyrants and are really full of themselves and are basically awful in every way. God do you hate kings.

despite it being painted as silly and goofy, it has an actual place in his backstory and the general plot. he doesn’t just like the thought mayoral duty, he fantasizes about democracy because he has a real personal vendetta against monarchs.

meanwhile later portions of the comic and a lot of fanworks just reduce it to “OH HE LOVE THE CANS!!! THE CITY OF CANS!!! HE LOVE LEADING THEM!!!! HE LOVE HIS SASH OF MAYOR!!!! HE LOVES MAYOR!!!!” and nothing else.

His Fate Has Now Been Sealed.

hi Serenity.

You cannot urinate because you have not had anything to drink in quite some time. You are very thirsty.

THIS IMPLIES CARAPACIANS CAN PISS.

>THIS IMPLIES CARAPACIANS CAN PISS.

THIS IMPLIES CARAPACIANS CAN PISS.

>THIS IMPLIES CARAPACIANS CAN PISS.

what could these planets be???? hmmmm????

the tab key dispenses the Tab soda, genius wordplay Hussianiel.

You free the heavenly brown elixir from the jewels of pink carapace and imbibe like the wind. It is so sweet and sugary. You wonder how so much sugar can fit in one can. Whatever mighty wizard concocted this potion is truly deserving of your fear and respect.

ok I know the joke is about how Tab is literally sugar free but has anyone actually ever drank Tab ever in their entire fucking life??? Homestuck is literally the thing that made me realize it existed. it’s a fucking Coca-Cola product, you’d think they’d be like, somewhere, but no.

The TABS are naturalized as loyal new citizens of CAN TOWN. All cans are welcome and equal in your city, regardless of can content, and whether empty or full.

don’t be racist, be like WV.

such foreshadowing, wizard??? crow??? what could it mean????

a beacon of hope for all of the country of...

chess.

I have no actual idea how chess works so I’m just gonna assume “WV: Lead your men to victory!” is just how an average game goes.

MAIL LADY!!!

MAIL LADY!!!!!!

I think the most impressive part of Homestuck’s wildly ahead of the game foreshadowing is the coordinates, because Hussie chose actual real life places for every kid to live in right down to the address, even Jade’s fictional island is located at a weird visual artifact in the middle of the ocean on Google maps.

Does this machine look like a DEAPPEARIFIER to you?? Honestly, the idea that an APPEARIFIER could both APPEARIFY and DEAPPEARIFY things is so laughably ridiculous, you would wish someone would DEAPPEARIFY your brain and REAPPEARIFY it with a brain that is more smart and less dumb.

I don’t know why but I particularly like how Homestuck’s paradox system creates fuckin weird slime clone things.

OH AND HERE’S WV: ASCEND.

this flash is so fucking underrated, like, oh yeah sure, we have Enter, Descend, Cascade, Collide, Act 7, whatever, but what about this fucking baby? it’s not the insane or intense flash out there, but this shit just lands for me so well. this is pretty much the point where you are hooked, it’s so dense, so much shit happens at once, and all it’s actually important, it’s so fucking good. I love the little things, like the exile stations matching up with each kids’ entry item, the defined locations for where they all live, the history of Jade’s island, it’s just so fucking GOOD.

it also just has really good art.

Explore is such a banger track as well, a fine fucking work by Buzinkai, godspeed.

if there’s 3 people associate with Homestuck music, it’s Michael Bowman, Toby Fox, and Buzinkai, they made all the good shit.

oh yeah and here’s Nanna with suspiciously vast knowledge of future events some dudes who have fancy hero titles, wonder what this means something something foreshadowing something.

y’know, I’ve seen Act 2 and Act 3 kinda blend together when it comes to fan perception, and that’s understandable, they’re pretty similar in their content. I do think Act 2 has enough to stand out on its own though. there’s a lot more absurdity with the guardians, Bro Strider is a man who is fuckin insane and ridiculous in every way that is both horrific and amusing, Dave losing his mind, the man WV himself and his Problem Sleuth styled adventure, fun smaller flashes, and just ENDLESS FORESHADOWING.

I have to say that the biggest change in feelings I got was over all the puppet shit. I used to think it was funny, and, well, it’s still funny, it’s really damn funny how these puppets are just all over the place and exist with their perfectly shaped asses. but also, I think the horror has finally set in for me in regards to just how terrifying these things are, just

the puppets,

everywhere,

all the time,

ass wherever you go.

turn the corner and another technicolor rump is there to greet you.

it’s a house of fucking horrors.

in conclusion, Act 2 is pretty fuckin cool and shit.

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gayregina · 10 months ago

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A false dream

Stranger things canon post-season 4 one shot and byler(will’s pov) by me. That’s all I really have to say. Enjoy:)

Nights were always terrifying for him, especially after the one that changed his life. So when he couldn’t escape his thoughts and his memories, he opened his eyes and watched the moonlight creeping from the window, even behind the curtains. A light so bright it had guided thousands through the nightfall, looming over them in an attempt to keep them safe from the darkness and the monsters within.

And yet it wasn’t enough to protect them from what was standing at the end of the road. He could feel him, how close he was. He hadn’t made his presence known yet but Will knew it would come sooner rather than later. The thought of facing him again made him freeze in his place and left him feeling absolutely helpless like he had before. A move that almost cost him his life twice. But he wasn’t worried about himself anymore. He cared more about his family and friends. And Mike, a traitorous voice echoed in his head. And Mike, he responded defeated.

The boy currently sleeping beside him in his own handmade sleeping bag was his best friend. Or so he liked to believe. It had been long since the days it used to be just the two of them. He missed those days, he realized. He missed his childhood. He missed Mike. Nothing could have prepared him for what came next but the only thing he believed would remain unchanged was Mike. But that was stupid thinking. They grew up after all. But Will still felt as if he was twelve, sitting in Mike’s basement and playing d&d. So he never understood the boys’ need to get out in the world and change. He would like for things to stay the same forever.

Did you really think we could sit in my basement all day and play games for the rest of our lives?

I guess I did. I really did.

He shook the thoughts from his head. It didn’t matter anymore. He heard shuffling in the sheets next to him and he stopped breathing in hopes to avoid him. As soon as he heard his voice he knew it was inevitable.

“Are you awake?” Mike whispered and Will squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the familiar feeling that ached and teased his heart. He sighed, letting out the breath he was holding because he knew it was no use. He couldn’t hide from himself anymore.

“Yes”

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yes” he still wasn’t facing him and he preferred not to.

“Yeah, me neither” he could feel his awkwardness and it was obvious he wanted to say something.

“You don’t need to worry about him you know?” His voice was soft and reassuring but Will couldn’t help the feeling that something was wrong. Mike never confronted him. At least not anymore.

“I know he’s getting ready for something big. It won’t be like before” he shivered at the thought.

“Whatever it is, we will face him together” said Mike. He almost convinced him. Together, he thought bitterly. He was full of empty promises and he didn’t need any more. Mike would be too concerned for Eleven to notice him anyway.

Stop it, she’s your friend.

“El told me” Will almost didn’t hear him saying the words, so quiet and scared he sounded, and he wished he hadn’t. A series of thoughts filled his brain so fast it overwhelmed him. Did El know? Could she have told him? Did Mike hate him? His breathing picked up and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“She told me about the painting. How she never even knew about it” Will forced himself to calm down. This wasn’t so bad. It was just a painting to Mike. It didn’t mean anything.

Will finally turned to look at the other boy. His pale face was slightly lit by the moon and his black curls were a tangled mess sitting at the top of his head. He couldn’t see his freckles though. He missed the days he’d sit so close to him that he could count the little dots on his skin one by one. But they weren’t kids anymore. He had to remind himself over and over again.

“I am sorry. I just-“

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for” he reassured him but Will could see his demeanour shift. He wasn’t comfortable talking about it.

“I know” Mike said and looked straight at him for the first time that night. Even through the darkness, Will could feel the intensity of his gaze and the way it cut through him, making him vulnerable. He looked almost apologetic.

“Know what?” Will’s voice came out strained, like there was rope tightening around his throat. He was scared of this moment even though he had been imagining it for most of his life.

Every time the outcome was different. Sometimes Mike would yell at him and tell him to get out and never see him again. Other times Mike would just back away disgusted by who Will had become, not ever occurring to him that this had been who he really was all along. In the late hours of the night, when no one was near to hear his thoughts, he could even fantasise a future where Mike would hold him in his arms and kiss him. But he was no fool.

“I know” Mike repeated and Will watched him look away quickly as if he was caught doing something bad. Will didn’t know what he expected but not reacting wasn’t Mike wheeler’s way of doing things. Mike was loud about his hyperfixations and would face anyone upright if they had messed with his friends, a trait Will always admired. Most importantly, Mike’s face was a mirror of his feelings and thoughts. For that very reason he was never the one the party send to lie to a parent so they can steal a little more time together. But then again what did he really know about him? He had changed after all.

“You love her, don’t you?” It was a stupid question and Will knew it but there was nothing left to ask. Of course he loved her. He had said it himself.

I feel like my life started that day we found you in the woods.

Will was the one that encouraged him to make that confession because he couldn’t watch anyone else he cared about die right before his eyes. But he still was surprised by the sting it left in him. Mike had always been a people pleaser but he would never lie about something like this. But maybe he had done it before when he tried to save Will.

I asked you if you wanted to be my friend. And you said yes. It was the best thing I’ve ever done.

It had been enough to reach him and pull him out of his trance. But he couldn’t be sure how far Mike would go to save a life anymore. Maybe he wasn’t so honest.

They were both sitting up at this point and Will was constantly on edge like he was waiting for an attack. He watched the other boy quiver, saw his lip trembling and his eyes filling up with tears. The emotions caught up with him at once and he almost broke down crying. But Mike Wheeler would never allow himself to show that kind of vulnerability to others. So he kept it in because as his father always reminded him: “boys don’t cry”. His stubbornness to look at the hardwood floor like it deserved more attention than Will was driving him insane. So much that he didn’t see the next words coming.

“I just wish you were a girl” Mike’s voice echoed broken in Will’s ears and reached his heart, shuttering it into pieces in a matter of seconds. Will finally saw through all his lies and delusions. Eleven was never the problem.

He was.

Now Will was the one that turned away, unable to face the sight of their relationship crumbling before his eyes. It was impossible for him to look into the eyes of the person he loved and watch him reject Will in the most cruel way. No fantasies could have prepared him for this. He felt his heart, now numb, give away and retreat into a dark place, one he had sworn he would never go back to. But he couldn’t help it, not when the tears were streaming down his face and not when he tried to storm out of the room so he didn’t have to watch Mike’s helpless look. He was so lost that he didn’t notice the familiar cold grip at the back of his neck.

“Do you see now, William?” The chilling voice made him stop dead in his tracks before he could reach the door. He heard him get up and take a few steps towards him but that wasn’t Mike anymore. It never was.

“You can’t be together in this world. They won’t allow it” He didn’t turn around because he found little comfort in the fact that none of this was real. But he could feel him getting closer and his neck was burning up, urging him to move. Will knew he couldn’t get out unless Vecna wanted him to.

“But we can make a new one” he went on “A world where you won’t feel ashamed to be who you are. One where everything is possible” Will started to slowly turn around. His voice coming out of Mike’s mouth was extremely disturbing. As if he’d heard his thoughts, Vecna’s form started to fade in and out of view and as more time passed, Mike’s figure became more and more frightening, with blood coming out of his eyes and his skin almost hanging off his bones.

“Join me and we will prevail” Will shook his head. He refused to do this again.

“No” he started backing away towards the door.

“No” Will repeated panicked as he grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

He ran but the minute he stepped out of the room he was suddenly in a field and a familiar one. He looked around searching for someone, anyone, but no one was in sight. But he recognised the grass and the building ahead of him. Hawkins middle school. Will took in a deep breath. He knew exactly what Vecna was doing. And so the memories of his possession flashed in his head and he could still feel the pain that rushed through his veins. Even more so he remembered everything he had suffered in order to get it out. He wouldn’t endure that again.

“You can run but you can’t hide William. We’ve been here before. You know the ending just as much as I do” His voice was right in his ear and Will almost jumped. He felt Vecna’s breath on his skin and he stood frozen on the spot, even though every voice inside his head was screaming at him. But Vecna was right. Will had been here before. He just didn’t know how far he would go to ensure it wouldn’t end the same way.

“No” He stepped away hurriedly from the monster behind him and he fell to the ground.

He kept repeating no as if it meant anything to him.

“What makes you think you have a choice?” Vecna asked and Will started desperately backing away on his elbows as Vecna came closer. But then a thought occurred to him, as if a hand guided him through his fear. He wouldn’t run again.

“Go away” he whispered and he closed his eyes so he didn’t have to watch Vecna tower over him. That was when he brought everything back. Every good memory of him playing with the party, every smile Mike had ever give him, every hug he had shared with his mom and Jonathan. They filled him with a strange kind of sensation. Like a power, he realized. He felt the grass underneath his fingertips and held on for dear life. He couldn’t even feel his own tears as they passed through his eyelashes.

“Go away!” he screamed without ever letting the memory of his family drift from his mind.

He was squeezing his eyes closed so hard that he didn’t notice when Vecna was thrown into the other end of the field. He just shouted at the top of his lungs until his voice gave out under the pressure. He curled into himself, hugging his knees, and allowed himself to let everything out in hopes to leave it all broken on the dirt.

He didn’t remember how long he stayed lying at the top of the grass and weeping for every bad thing that had ever happened to him and had yet to happen. The only thing that pulled him out of his trance was the gentle touch of hands over his arms.

He jumped from his bed with a horrible gasp. His throat hurt like he hadn’t spoken for years and the whole room was spinning. A blurry person was shaking him lightly but he couldn’t focus his vision in order to see them properly. Although he could recognise his warm skin anywhere.

“Will, are you okay? What happened?” His worried voice reached his ears and Will let out a breath he didn’t knew he was holding. His vision finally cleared and it was a relief to see his beautiful face, even if it looked concerned. Concerned for you, a voice reminded him. But why?

Will flinched away from Mike as everything came rushing back. His encounter with Vecna was still fresh in his brain, still raw. How could he know this wasn’t just another one of his tricks to fool him? How could he be sure that the one kneeling before him was really Mike?

“Are-“ Will struggled getting words out but he tried anyway. “Are you real?” The boy looked hurt at his question but he watched him slowly reach out to him again, the way people approached wounded animals.

“Of course I am” Will must have looked as unconvinced as he felt because Mike tried again. “It’s me, Will. I would never hurt you. You’re safe” Will didn’t know what it was but something about the way Mike always put him at ease with his words, made him realise the absence of that exact quality just a few minutes ago. It really was him.

Before Mike could back away, Will moved forward and crushed into him, in an attempt for a hug. They were both nearly thrown back on the floor but it didn’t matter because as soon as his face found its place at the curve of Mike’s neck, Will knew he was home. He could tell Mike was surprised but he didn’t push him away. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around Will’s lower back and murmured soothing words into his hair. Will was lost in his smell and his touch and he wished they could stay like that forever. But then he saw from the corner of his eye other people gathering around the room and whispering to each other. Will slowly detached himself from Mike as he recognised the figures and looked at them. Mike followed his line of sight and Will watched as a familiar look of shame covered his face. He was definitely home.

“What happened?” Asked Eleven stepping out of the shadows and into the dim moonlight. Will looked at her in her pyjamas and saw her eyes swollen from sleep and for the first time in a long time he didn’t view her as a warrior but as a kid who had suffered way too much in her small lifetime. Sometimes it was easy to fall for the fake images you’d make up in your mind, he realized. And it just made what he had to say a tone harder.

So instead he turned and watched Mike’s expectant face with his features on edge and ready to react. He had seen this look before, not too long ago outside a burning sauna, and he found himself saying the very words he wished he never had to say again.

“He’s activated”

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duskwoodgirl4life · 2 years ago

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Trigger warning ⚠️⚠️ contains violence

Jake: It's okay MC I've got you now everything is going to be okay I promise I'm getting you out of here.

3 days ago

Jake's POV

MC has been taken by one of my pursuers, they took her to get to me, they want me to come out of the shadows to save her. They are forcing my hand. I have to do something to save her. I see her tied to a chair with ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles. They have beaten her. I see the cuts on her face and arms. It breaks my heart to see her like this. I have to come up with a plan that my pursuers can not discover. I need to do this off grid so they can't follow my trail.

I look up at the clock and it's 3am. MC has been gone for 24hrs now, I have not gotten any further in my search but I won't give up. I came across a lead that is very promising as I dig further I come across some information that will help me save MC. I use this information to my advantage. I let my pursuers know what I have found. They try to make a deal but I decline there is no way I will make any deal with them.

Day 2 MC has been taken. I am nearing my search. I have managed to locate MC to 3 possible abandoned warehouses I hack into the security system for each warehouse. I find the one MC is being held in. I can see that traps have been set up all around the building. I have to work out a plan and quickly i can't risk MC getting hurt anymore this should never have happened. I pull out my laptop and hack into the security system. Their system is so poorly protected it's child's play.

It's going to take me some time to deactivate all the traps and cameras, I keep the one camera put so I can keep an eye on MC and how she's doing. It breaks my heart to see her like this. It should be me sitting in that chair, not her. I always told her that life with me is dangerous but she still wanted to be with me no matter what. My mind starts to wander as I think about the first meeting we had. I took her to the Chinese restaurant across from where I was staying. I knew the moment I saw her just how much I am in love with her. Everything about her is perfect. We had such fun on our date. We talked for hours that night. That was when she told me she didn't want to leave my side.

I tried to talk her out of it but she had already made up her mind, she knew what she wanted who was i to stand in her way. I wanted to be with her and she wanted to be with me. I had always preferred loneliness but that day I sent her a message. My life flipped right around it was like it did a 180. She's the only one I allow to get close to me. Lost in my thoughts I was snapped out of them by a loud band coming from one of the back entrances. I see 2 large men come out and get into a car. I quickly check the camera and MC is still on her chair.

This is no time for looking back on past memories, I have to get MC out of there and I have to do it now. I work harder than ever to get the cameras and traps deactivated. It takes me into the next day to get them all down. Once I get them all down I work out my plan to get inside the building. I pull out my gun from my bag. I always swore to MC I would never use it only if I had no other choice. I know she will understand given what is happening I don't think she will question the use of the gun.

I break the lock off one of the doors with my bolt cutters, I make my way into the building carefully trying my best not to make any noise as I go. I pull out my phone to check the map of the building I am heading in the right direction. I just need to follow the corridor a bit further. I stop in my tracks as I hear voices coming towards me. I manage to hide in another room waiting for the voices to go. Once I know it is clear I come out from my hiding place and continue towards the door MC is in. As I get to the door I can see MC she has another cut to her head, blood running down her head. She's now in a bad way. I have to get her out of there now and get her to safety. It's now or never I have to do it now.

I take out my gun and manage to open the door without it making a noise, to the left of me is another room where 3 men are sitting playing poker. I could take them out now and be done with it, maybe that is my only option right now. I grip the gun and burst into the room taking all 3 of the men out in only a few shots. I leave them on the floor not giving them a second thought. I run over to MC and untie her from the chair. She falls forwards but I manage to catch her before she hits the floor. The blood is still pouring from the cut on her head. I take out one of my shirts from my bag and rip it up and place it on MCs cut. I manage to tie it around her head and thankfully it stays in place.

I get MC out of the building and into the car once I know she is far away from the building I take out my phone and tap a couple of things and the building goes up in flames. A simple little bomb I placed around the building I stood and watched the flames for a few seconds then run back to MC. I jump in the car and take MC to hospital. I make sure I take the cameras down before I enter. Normally I would never dream of entering a hospital but MC needs urgent medical attention. After MC received the treatment she was allowed to go home. I kept to the story that she was mugged on her way home. They seemed to believe it with the cut to her head. She is still a bit out of it so I placed her carefully in the car and drove to a different location, one I thought I would never have to go to.

On the drive to duskwood MC starts to come round, i take her hand and tell her how sorry I am for what happened. I was expecting her to be so angry but she wasn't. She just looked at me and told me how much she loves me. I see the look on her eyes full of so much love I couldn't help but smile. I tell her where we are going and a smile spreads across her face. I will never let anyone hurt her ever again. She turns to me one more time before closing her eyes and says 'I love you Jake' 'I love you to MC'

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mental-health-advice · 1 year ago

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im currently going through some things and i wanted to have someone else's pov/opinion on it, so thank you in advance for taking the time to read this

im the eldest daughter of a sea household in a foreign country. its just me, my mom and my sister who is 10 years younger than me. i was supposed to go to college last september but unfortunately i did not pass the entrance exam and was not accepted and therefore had to take a gap year (however am set to go to college this fall).

my sister isnt doing well in school mostly because of the language here. we speak in english at home but she was a baby when we came to this country so we expected her to learn it as she grew up. all her friends speak it but since she goes to a bilingual school she does not speak it unless she has to and even when her friends talk to her, she responds in english. so unfortunately until now her proficiency in this language is even worse than mine (which i barely passed my finals with) and she struggles a lot because of it.

shes off to middle school next year and we just learned that she might not be accepted into the school she and my mother wants because of her lack of proficiency in the language and because of other factors like disorganization, not turning homework on time or at all and etc despite the way both my mom and i push and guide her.

my mother has always blamed me for my sisters shortcomings but i feel that it shouldnt be so. throughout our life here i never had support when i struggled through school despite the language difference and the lack of help. on the other hand, i feel i have done a lot of things for my sister regarding school even when i was struggling thru mine as well. though not consistently, when she comes home from school, i sit with her and help her with her homework when she has questions, teach her in different ways, tell her how i did things in school to pass and to study but she never really internalizes them and is still very disordered and easily distracted. she prefers to watch and play on her ipad instead of studying and when she reads she always prefers easier books instead of recommendations i give to her. whenever they have tests we have to push her to study and thats only if she even remembers (+to tell us) that she has a test.

my mother doesnt help with my sisters education. she works long shifts and changing hours and so her schedule never really allows her to help with any of our education.

its not the first time and i doubt itll be the last but my mother came home today after having had a meeting with my sisters teacher who explained that my sister have had no visible improvement in the language and that she still struggles with many things my mother and i push her to fix. she was mad and as always blamed me for not doing enough, for not sitting long enough with her and teaching her and for everything my sister is failing to do. she says that if my sister does not manage to get into that specific school they want then she will not let me go to college (i dont know if she means it or not but she has said this multiple times before)

i dont understand why im being blamed. shouldnt improvement come from my sisters own desire to improve? i can push and tell her to do this, study more, do her homework and so on but if she doesnt do it herself without prompting then isnt it just for naught?

my mother often brings up that she would not be doing this to me if i had gone off to college but she has been blaming for all of my sisters faults even as i was struggling through highschool. she constantly tells me that there are people my age who are working and earning money and yet whenever i bring up the idea of getting a job she always tells me to just focus on my studies.

i just dont understand why my sisters sins are mine as well

am i playing a victim? is my mom right?

im sorry this got so long, i didnt want to leave out details and wanted to be as transparent as possible because leaving out things would make it biased. thank you again, i hope youll have some advice for me

Hey there,

I really believe that when it comes to education, we can only help others so much. We can sit with them, help to explain things, help with studying with them to try to keep the other person focused and on track, but in the end, the will and desire to learn and to do well in one’s schooling has to come from within. I think that your Mum is being really unfair with putting your sister’s failure or lack of improvement in her education on you and especially when you are doing your very best and spending so much time with your sister already to help her. With this being said though, is it possible that given your Mum is working such long hours, that she may just come home really frustrated at your younger sister and you are the easy target to vent or blame her frustrations onto?

I know that your Mum works a lot, but when she, for example, has a day off of work, could you possibly pull her aside and talk to her about this stuff and how it leaves you feeling? I know that you mentioned that your Mum said she wouldn’t put all of this stuff on you if you were at college but given that you are not at the moment it’s hard to know otherwise. By talking to your Mum though, and explain/ let her know/ show her how much time you put aside to dedicate to your younger sister to help with her education then perhaps instead of blaming you she will be able to see that you can only do so much. So again, with all this being said, it sounds as though your Mum is just frustrated and/ or perhaps feels as though she needs to blame someone and especially if she feels judged or under pressure from other family members or members of the public in general and especially if education is of upmost importance to them. If the latter is the reason, then maybe she feels like a failure herself in not being able to give your sister the life she wants too where anything is possible for her, including going to college. Just something to maybe think about and talk to your Mum about if you feel comfortable in doing so.

I guess that perhaps it may also be important to acknowledge that not everyone (unfortunately) finds education as easy as others and yes, they may struggle more through no fault of their own but just because of who they are as people. They may not be being lazy but just find the workload and context of it all overwhelming and just ‘too’ hard that they give up without even trying in fear that they will fail anyway. So perhaps, and I am not sure how things are in your family, but if excess stress or expectations are being put on your sister then she may be feeling this and this may be adding to own stress to do well or be better fit into the mould that your Mum wants her to fit into (doing well and getting into the school of her choice).

Of course though, all that I have said is just in my opinion but sometimes taking a step back, trying to find the root cause of any issues that may be making things so hard for your sister to learn may be of some benefit and will enable you to all move forward in the sense of her improving in her future schooling and studies. Everyone also learns very differently from one another, that it may also be possible that she just hasn’t found what works best for her in learning things.

Either way though, I do not believe you are at fault at all for your younger sister to not be performing to the standards that everyone would like her to at school. So please try to take comfort in that you can only help your sister so much, but in the end it is up to her to take on board all the support and help that you have been giving to her and to have that desire and will to want to learn herself if that makes sense.

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you, hope that you are going well and I wish you all the best with college!

Take care,

Lauren

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