#Our sister should become gay to complete the trio

[arthropodboy]

Something feels so right about listening to the Dad rock my homophobic Uncle raised me on while drawing gay ass art

[peterstanslizzie]

Reacting To: The Hollow (Season 2 Episode 2)

Episode Title: Hollow Games

Key Highlights (Spoiler Warning): Kindly proceed if you’ve already seen the episode or simply don’t care about spoilers.

This episode was amazingly gay, wasn’t it? Let’s begin:

1. The episode picks up where things left off in episode 1. Our favorite trio are being cornered by their greatest childhood fears.

2. Mira decides to confront Adam’s fears for him and the rest of them follow her lead with Adam taking on Mabel, the giant chicken and Kai taking on creepy doll. The guys take on a physical approach but Mira tries to reason with the bullies. Unfortunately, none of their methods are working. 

3. Amidst all of this, we find out that Mira has an older sister on top of her younger brother, Miles.   

4. At one point, Adam is pinned down by Mabel with its foot and Kai sees that he’s in trouble and goes to rescue him. 

5. Kai yells and tells Mabel that he’s not afraid of it and as it’s about to charge right at him, it disintegrates. I like how Kai is the one to save Adam this time around instead of the opposite because it’s usually Adam who saves him. Basically, they discover that facing their own fears is the way to go. Well, it’s pretty obvious, no? But it seems a little too easy for all of them to conquer their fears by just yelling at them. Oh well...

6. After the showdown, they head back to Kai’s big mansion to make sense of what’s happening to them. During their discussion, Kai seems to regret having had a crush on Mira because she’s Miles’s sister. What’s the deal with her brother, Miles? Oh right, we’ll find out later in the episode. 

7. Hold up, hold up, hold up! Kai still thinks that Adam and Mira have a ‘thing’ for each other and he doesn’t want to get in between them. Is this going where I think it’s going?

8. OMFG!!! Stop everything! Drop everything. Kai said “I’m gay”. He said the word GAY. And he said it so casually! I didn’t expect this coming out to happen so early on in the season. I love it! Kai’s reaction was cute and totally chill. But poor Mira almost had forgotten that she actually kissed Adam. She apologizes to him and blames it on the memory block she had due to the game. Sure Mira :)

9. But seriously; It’s pretty clear Mira knew that he was gay all along and I’m sure if she had her memories with her at that time, she wouldn’t have kissed him. Oh and Adam is aware he’s attractive. Of course he is! How can anyone resist someone who is as tall, dark and handsome as he is. 

10. I’m smiling so hard right now. But anyways, back to the situation at hand; They’re now talking about the glitch they saw when they were playing the game (back in season 1) and how the glitch was able to create such an accurate depiction of their lives. Adam thinks that they’re now on Level 2 of ‘The Hollow’ but Mira isn’t buying that theory. Master Kai still thinks it’s all a dream. Will he just stop?! LOL

11. They call for The Weird Guy’s help but nothing happened. Mira thinks they should look for him at The Hollow Games studio. But before they could all leave for the studio, they’re stopped by Davis, Kai’s butler. He insists that Miles should head to bed and that Mira and Adam leave the mansion. 

12. If you look closely at his sleeves, the initials K P are on it. That means Kai’s last name starts with a P. I wonder what it is? Maybe it’s Parnall for Connor Parnall, the voice actor for Kai? I think it’s adorable how he says, “Silly Adam” before going to bed. 

13. Mira drops Adam outside his home but she’s too wary of everything that’s happening around them and isn’t convinced that Adam should trust his parents and stay with them. I completely understand Mira. She really wants everything to be solved asap and she wants to go to the studio to see The Weird Guy tonight. But there are too many uncertainties and she has to consider what both Adam and Kai want as well. She also feels like she can’t trust Adam because she doesn’t know if he’s real or part of the game mechanics.  

14. On the other hand, Adam thinks that they’re on Level 2 of the game and they just need to live like they usually do and wait for quests or challenges to appear before them. It’s sad to watch them argue. I guess that’s how being in a complex game/experiment-thingy does to your mind; You can’t help but to come up with any sort of scenario. 

15. Okay, so we now know that Mira and Adam are actually childhood best friends prior to starting the game. They even carved their initials on a sidewalk. 

16. Remember in my episode 1 review when I said Adam’s mom is creepy. This scene right here takes the entire cake for me. *Shudders

17. Adam is busy searching for clues in his room and finds a Moby Dick book but with completely blank pages. How strange. This world is really messed up. Mira is driving through town and sees Skeet speed-running on the streets. This should be interesting. Since last season, I’ve always thought of Skeet to potentially work with the main trio one day since he was so reluctant to fight them. We shall see what happens deeper into the season. 

18. The next morning, Adam and Kai meet up outside the donut shop and Kai is freaking out because he says he hasn’t woken up from his dream. He tells him about a new theory he has to explain why everyone is acting so weird: an Alien Invasion. I honestly can believe any explanation at this point because everything is so messed up. 

19. Mira didn’t show up and they become worried. They walk over to Mira’s house and ring the doorbell. It’s Miles! And he immediately recognizes Kai. Miles and Kai seem to be gaming buddies. 

QUESTION: I’m now wondering about how long Kai has known Mira and Adam prior to ‘The Hollow’. I guess he could be childhood friends with them too? 

20. Adam thinks that Mira probably went to the Hollow Games studio last night and they make their way over there. They are stopped by a security guard who doesn’t even know what building she’s guarding and isn’t aware of ‘The Hollow’. I guess this supports my theory that only current game players know what ‘The Hollow’ is. 

21. Is it just me or does Adam always feels like he has to touch Kai in some way or form, every chance he gets? I’m not complaining though.

22. Darla is hilarious and I totally stan her. We need to see more from her and her ex, Steve. Apparently Reeve is or was friends with Adam and Mira in real life. From my understanding, all three of them were in a team (for The Hollow?) before something happened and they had to recruit Kai as his replacement. I love all the backstory we’re getting. This season is doing a good job with that. And this explains the picture of the 3 of them in Adam’s room last episode. It’s such a contrast because they were kinda direct enemies last season. 

23. They sneak into the building to find Mira and they’re pretty sure she’s in there because her scooter is parked outside. 

24. It looks like it’s ‘The Hollow’ champions wall. We see a picture of Gretchen Aguilar and her team but no sign of Adam, Mira and Kai on that wall. This further confirms their suspicion that they haven’t actually won the game yet. 

25. They head to the stage room where the participants would wear their VR-looking googles and play ‘The Hollow’. Kai trips on a cable that he suspects is connected to a server room that powers the game. But Adam calls him from what it appears to be the control room as he is looking through files to gather more information. 

26. After surviving a random and sudden earthquake, they come across the server room but they are swarmed by a bunch of laser-shooting bots. They barricade themselves inside the room, which has a broken wall that leads to a big portal. They suspect that Mira jumped through that very portal.

27. Adam isn’t sure if they should enter that portal but time is running out and they need to make a decision fast. 

28. Any excuse to touch Kai huh? He is so smitten by him (I need to stop lol)

29. The episode ends with the two of them literally taking a leap of faith into the portal. Stay tuned for my reaction to episode 3, which will be out very soon. BTW y’all, I’m still not over Adam’s coming out scene to Kai! Cue me replaying that scene over and over again. 

[lumos-solemn]

Best Mates

Summary : Harry and Ron can’t stay without seeing each other more than a day. Is Ginny jealous of her brother?

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"Hey...!!",Ron Flooed into Harry's place as he was missing him badly. Its been 24 hours since he saw them..!!And to be honest, Both of them cannot complete a day without seeing each other much to Ginny's annoyance..!!

He walked into the living room only to see his Sister, now Wife of his Best Mate sitting in front of something watching it intently with a bag of chips in her hands.

"Heyy..!!",He said aloud as Ginny turned her attention to her brother.

"Ron..!!",Ginny greeted nonchalantly seeing him as Ron plopped beside her taking some chips from her lap.

"Hey..What's that..??",Ron asked looking at the thing which Ginny was watching. It looked like a Box which showed moving pictures.

Ginny let out a giggle seeing her Brother's confused face.

"What..??",Ron asked.

"Nothing..!!This was the same expression I had when Harry Bought this into the house..",She giggled.

"Oh..Well, What exactly is that..??The pictures are moving like in our world. But Harry and Hermione used to say that Muggle pictures don't move..! Isn't it??",He asked thoughtfully staring at the thing.

"It's called a Television or a TV.",Ginny explained.

"T.E.L.E.V.I.S.I.O.N??"

"Yes, It shows us various things..!!Like we can watch films.."

"Films..??",Ron was confused.

"Uhm..!!It is like our moving pictures. But the thing is that Muggles act and some people shoot that in the camera. We are shown those things as Films. It has a story. Well.. Yeah, We can say An Illustrated Story..!!"

"Ooh..",Ron looked impressed.

"Hey.. What's this bloody thing..!!Looks like the one Dad used to bring home..!!",He asked taking the Remort from the Sofa and examining it.

"That is the thing which we use to change the Films..!!We can watch anything using this..!!Its super cool, You know..!! Perfect Boredom killer...!!",Ginny spoke with a great smile.

Ron smirked, "You are literally becoming a Muggle..!!Dad will be proud..!!I have to talk to Harry about that..!!",He laughed along with Ginny.

"Heyy..Where's Harry..??I actually came to meet him only..!!",He spoke suddenly remembering his real motive.

"Ooh...Merlin..!!Actually Harry Flooed to the burrow to meet you..!!",Ginny said suddenly remembering what Harry said her before leaving.

"What..?"

"Yeah...!!He was missing you..!!So, He flooed to yours..!!By the way Why are you here..??",Ginny asked.

"I missed him too..!!Its been long since I saw him last..!!",Ron spoke as if it was the most common thing he would do.

"What..!!We had met yesterday morning..!! Isn't it..??I don't know what's with you two..!!I sometimes I even think that you two are gays", She made an annoyed face much to Ron's amused grin.

"Harry was like, all the time,"Oh I didn't see Ron yesterday..!!I have to meet him..!!'., What the.....!!!Bloody Hell..!!"

"Well, Are you jealous of Ron then...??",Ron and Ginny turned only to see Harry and Hermione standing behind them, Hermione with a smile while Harry with his ever long smirk painted on his face..!!

"Hey..Mate..!!",Ron turned to face them properly.

Harry and Hermione walked up to them before settling themselves beside them, Harry on Ron's side and Hermione beside Ginny.

"Jealous..!!Mee...??My foot...In your dreams POTTER...!!",Ginny fumed while Harry and Hermione laughed.

"Foot..?? What's with your feet??",Ron asked confused.

The trio again laughed, "Its muggle language..!!",Hermione explained.

"Ginny..!!You are really becoming like that..!!",She added while Ron scoffed looking at Harry.

"Do you have any plan to turn my sister into a Muggle..??",Ron asked Harry while he laughed off.

"Well, How did you get here..??",Ginny asked Harry and Hermione.

"He flooed there to see Ron and I said him Ron already left to here and we thought of coming here..!!", Hermione spoke.

"If you two want to see each other all the time, then why marry us..??Why can't you both get married..??",Ginny asked annoyed.

Harry and Ron laughed, "Well, We should have....Isn't it mate..??",Ron smirked looking at Harry and laughed.

"Aaaarrrrghhhhh.....",Ginny yelled.

"Shut up you both..."

They laughed in response.

Harry moved to Ginny's side and kissed her cheeks before wrapping her in his arms.

"No snogging please..!!",Ron spoke annoyed while Hermione laughed.

Harry and Ginny looked at Ron raising their eyebrows.

"I guess she is my WIFE..??",Harry asked trying to stop his laugh.

"That's doesn't make it..!!She is still my sister..!!You don't know how it feel to see your Sister snogging someone before you..",He spoke while Ginny laughed.

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Hermione, come here..!!",Ron pulled her onto his lap looking at Harry with a smirk. Harry widened his eyes, "No..No..!!Okay..Okay...!!I understand..I understand..",He moved away from Ginny and settled beside her.

Ron smirked while the two girls laughed out loud.

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BACK TO LIFE | Z.M.

by: PRNCSSPARKLWT

THIS STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. ZAYN MALIK AND NIALL HORAN HAVE NO RELATION TO THIS STORY. THEIR NAMES AND LOOKS ARE USED FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF MY STORY TELLING. I DO NOT HAVE ANY CONNECTIONS TO EITHER OF THEM. I RESPECT THEM AS ARTISTS AND AS INDIVIDUALS. THIS FANFIC INVOLVES UNDERAGE DRINKING, DRUG USE, VULGAR LANGUAGE, AND YES, SEX. IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM AM I TRYING TO PORTRAY ZAYN AND NIALL PERSONALLY AS THE CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC. ONCE AGAIN, THIS STORY IS COMPLETE FICTION. IT WAS MADE UP BY ME AND NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AT ALL. THANK YOU, I TAKE FEEDBACK AND KINDLY STATED CRITICISM. ENJOY, BACK TO LIFE.

PILLOWTALK

The sun is starting to rise and the sheets are already starting to feel cold against her bare legs. The alarm clock flashes the time and maybe she's surprised that he's still here, the weight of his arm heavy and real against the bottom of her back. His hand is pressed up by the swell of her hip, she feels his nose resting at the top of her head. Moments like these remind her that time she shares with him are like sunsets, they start off so beautiful and vibrant, yet end in darkness.

She should probably get up and make it seem as though she doesn't even care that he's still in her bed as if he actually wants to sleep beside her. She should push his arm off and act as though he isn't important even when the slightest contact from him lights her up like matches long forgotten at the start of the summer. Zayn always had the power to make her feel like she was worth watching when she'd walk in the room. His eyes would always cast themselves up and down the length of her body and she wouldn't feel self conscious, she'd feel fucking august with the energy that would fill her.

"Adelina," his soft voice that raises goosebumps along her neck disrupts the silence. She knows if she answers her voice will go against her and whimper his name like it does on nights like last night. The arm that took homage on her hip snakes up her side and settles to curve at her stomach, the skin covered in delicate hair, his fingers press into the pudge and a giggle escapes Adelina's lips. "There we go, I can feel your thoughts in the air."

At least I know you can feel, she wants to say but bites her tongue. All she does is wiggle and suck in her stomach to escape the prodding fingers. Zayn takes the hint and lifts his hand away for it to change its path up to her neck, her throat being stretched when his hand angles her chin up. Her black hair cascades against the pillows as he slowly turns her towards him. His golden eyes like flickers of flame are soft. The pink of his tongue glistens in the disrupting sunlight as he licks his bottom lip. Adelina knows she should hate the man that makes her a stranger in her own bed, but that's just it, in her bed, he's in her bed. His hand loosens at her throat and the brown of Adelina's eyes grow a shade darker as his face leans closer to connect their lips. As their lips find refuge and his hands find their way to parts of her that they know so intimately, she is reminded that this is not her forever. This is his goodbye.

So she lets him and his tongue make her pliant just as the sun is kissing the sky hello and darkness that settled in her room says farewell. She tries to imagine a world where this is hers and for her to keep, a world where Zayn does not leave so he can hide just as the moon does in daylight. A life where he is hers and she doesn't have to wonder if tonight she'll see him as he knocks on her window or if she'll get to see him at the skatepark where it seems he's actually a real person.

Zayn leads his mouth down to her neck and along her collarbone, he kisses over the marks he's left just under where the collar of her shirts will end. Zayn believes she is his in all aspects physical but as he lifts himself up to start getting dressed, Adelina struggles to accept the fact that she is his, in all ways physical, mentally, and emotionally.

He picks up his sweater to pull up over his head and Adelina watches his tattoos disappear as they get covered by pale yellow. His hair is messy and stuck up in all the wrong places and Adelina lets out a small huff of a laugh and Zayn turns to her from where he's standing at the foot of her bed.

"What's so funny?" He asks and places a knee on the bed, the light purple duvet dips underneath his weight.

"Your hair is messy." Adelina comments as she pulls the duvet up to her nose to hide her smile and he mocks a frown to run his fingers through his hair.

"And yours is any better?" He laughs and Adelina's eyes go wide and her hands shoot up to smooth out the baby hairs that have decided to stand up from her scalp like stubborn weeds. "You don't look any different, really." Zayn smiles as he leans closer to her, his legs between hers over the duvet, hips pressing down on hers.

"Zayn Javaad finally being seen not looking perfect? The horror, the rarity I am witnessing is aston-" Adelina gets cut off by his lips on her neck that makes her laugh because his stubble has begun to tickle her. He pulls away from her neck and looks down at her, their eyes meeting.

"You need to get ready before your dad comes to wake you up and sees a tattooed muslim in your bed." He tells her and she rolls her eyes. Her dad would not be up for about two more hours, Zayn knew this, but she feels it's just a ploy for him so he can leave. I should be used to him leaving, Adelina thinks.

"I think he'll be more disappointed to see his son's best friend in his daughter's bed." When the words leave her lips, she can feel him detach physically and mentally. Her brother Yousef has been friends with Zayn since they could both barely crawl, their mothers were close friends when they attended university and stayed in close contact. Zayn was even more around when their mother got sick, him and his mother were over a lot to help Adelina's father take care of them. He eventually became like a brother to them and a son to their father. Zayn looked up to their father a lot for guidance as his father had left them about seven years ago. Adelina knows she's struck a nerve, she reaches up to place a hand at his jawline, her thumb rubbing along his cheekbone. "I didn't mean to upset you, it was just a joke."

"One that holds truth, if your dad ever found out about us, if Yousef ever found out." Zayn shakes his head and gets up completely and Adelina wishes her mouth waited for her mind to decide on something before saying it. The warmth Zayn's body supplied is gone and she sits up and the duvet pools around her, her chest is slightly exposed and she ignores the glance Zayn gives her.

"They won't ever know, we've been smart about this. Besides, Yousef doesn't even care about what I do." She says and she knows it's a partial lie. Her brother does care about the things she does, especially if it means it puts him in higher graces with their Baba. Yousef always wants to be the favorite, and he kind of is. She tells this lie though in hopes it'll stop Zayn's thoughts of stopping what they have, she might not be able to have him completely, but she's not going to give up what she does get.

"He might not care when it comes to you but he's always on my ass." Zayn exhales and he's slipping on his skidded up white vans. "Constantly reminding me that I need to get a job, making sure I worked out, did I eat, were my final grades at the university good enough." He finishes up his rambling by standing up and finally turning towards her again.

"It's like he's your boyfriend." Adelina widens her eyes in case of Zayn's reaction and all he does is glare at her and she laughs with her head thrown back. "I'm just saying, oh my god, what if he's gay? Has Yousef said anything to you?" She suddenly questions and thinks about how good her brother dresses and now she's thinking about the time he literally got voted the prettiest his senior year in high school.

"Adelina, he's not gay!" Zayn remarks and throws something soft at her face. It's an old shirt of his, she wears it to sleep sometimes, like last night. Though he peeled it off of her before she actually got to sleep in it.

"It's a possibility." She starts to put the shirt on.

"I think I would know if my best friend is gay." Zayn explains as Adelina gets up and pulls the shirt down over her butt. "That's not even the point here, the point is, I should not be sleeping with my best friend's little sister in the first place."

"But you are, we both agreed to it, there's nothing wrong with liking our privacy in what we do when we're alone." Truth is, Adelina doesn't know how she would react if her family found out about them. Everyone is so sure Zayn is going to marry a beautiful muslim girl and have a few kids while he sells his art and his wife becomes an actress. He may be laid back and talks gently, but he's still gorgeous and pretty people marry pretty people. They see the three of them as a trio of siblings since their mom passed and they all ended up growing together. Adelina has pictures of all of them in kiddie pools and them eating mud pies.

"I know," He says quietly. Zayn walks over to Adelina's bedroom window and pulls the soft white curtains away to slide open the glass. "I'll see you at Toni's later." Is all he says as he leaves out the window to walk home, about two blocks from Adelina's.

Adelina just smiles because the words that want to come out of her mouth are, stay, please stay. When he doesn't turn back as he walks towards the front of her house she knows to just shut her window. He doesn't ever look back, no smile to say goodbye or a wave to acknowledge her one more time. When the glow of his yellow sweater disappears she turns away from the window and looks at her room. The bed has indents from where their bodies found solace within each other, her covers thrown around. She notices his beanie on her beige carpet by the side he slept on and how there's one of his rings on the bedside desk. It's the ring he usually leaves here so he has some excuse to be in her bedroom again, she always tells him he doesn't have to have a reason to come back, he can just show up. He would just shrug and she wishes she could understand his logic about any of this because he never wants to express how he feels about anything unless he accidentally lets it slip out.

"Lina!" The sound of Yousef's voice is heard from outside her door. She doesn't get to answer before he's already rattling her door knob, as if she'd have it unlocked while Zayn is over. "Why is the door locked? You know Baba doesn't like when we do that."

She quickly yanks up a pair of grey sweats from the floor and pulls Zayn's shirt away from her chest so her breasts aren't as noticeable. She yanks open the door. "I was about to change for the day, which is why it was locked. You didn't even wait for an answer or even knock before coming in. What if I had been naked?" Adelina says annoyed and Yousef rolls his eyes.

"Baba isn't up yet and it's our turn to make breakfast." Is all he says.

When the sun is finally setting and Adelina has showered, she stands in her room and watches herself in the mirror. Her olive toned thighs touch, meshing together, her stomach has a pudge that she tends to hide with high waisted jeans, her breasts are C cups that she has a hard time fitting into the cute tops she likes, and her arms are not as toned as she'd want them. Yet she finds beauty in all of this, her long wavy black hair and thick browed big brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, even the slight chubbiness under her chin all look beautiful to her. Her Baba always tells her she is. She also knows Zayn wouldn't even waste his time on her if she wasn't. It's not like she's ugly and he's using her, she gets the same attention he does in the end. They both get the same ending.

She's wearing dark high waisted bell bottoms, black long sleeve tucked in, she's left her hair down in waves, and she's put on eyeliner along with some highlighter. She's also sprayed on her best perfume for tonight because she'll be around a lot of people.

"Alright, we have to be home before midnight, unless I say I'm spending the night at Zayn's and you're staying with Emelia next door." Yousef says as he walks in dressed in a white t-shirt, black jeans, his black hair styled up out of his face. He plops down on her bed. Emelia is Zayn's neighbor and also Adelina's best friend since freshman year, if Yousef stays out, Adelina can as well. Which bothers her because Yousef's been able to go out on his own since he was sixteen and she's eighteen while he's now twenty-one. She still needs Yousef's supervision usually if they're "going out" with friends when in reality they're actually going to a party.

"I can stay at Emelia's, she'll be at the party anyways." Adelina reaches for her jean jacket that's about a size too big but she likes that it hangs off her shoulders sometimes. Yousef gets up and waits for her to slip on her red vans. He leaves the room expecting her to follow but Adelina reaches down to her bedside table and grabs Zayn's ring and beanie. He can find a better excuse to see her.

Their father is sat at the kitchen table, auto body magazines splayed all around him, he owns one of the best mechanic shops in town. His hair is peppered black and silver, his eyes are piercing green like Yousef's. His tan face, also much like Yousef's, is adorned with a dark beard, he smiles at the both of them. "You both look great." Their father says and brings his mug to his mouth.

"Thank you Baba," Yousef smiles back. "We've decided to stay at Zayn and Emelia's tonight, if that's okay." Their father contemplates this but he agrees that it's okay, they go to him and Adelina kisses her father on the cheek and Yousef does the same. He bids them goodbye as they walk out the door with their overnight bags slung on their shoulders.

"He's so quick to agree with the things you decide." Adelina comments as Yousef starts the car.

"He trusts me." Yousef says and Adelina rolls her eyes and glances at the sky. The sky is starting to get dark even when it's already after eight in the afternoon. Summer days always seem longer.

"Baba can trust me if you're implying he doesn't." Adelina remarks and she turns her gaze to Yousef, he turns the blinker on to turn the street.

"Not saying he doesn't, Lina. It's because I'm older so he's positive that I have better judgement." Her brother tries to give her a small smile but she's already looking away again.

"It's because you're a boy, Yousef, not because you're older." The pettiness is thick in her tone and she knows it's the truth. Baba trusts Yousef more because he doesn't think Adelina can make decisions or think clearly on her own if she doesn't have a male input.

"Well if that's the case, I'm sorry, I don't think he does it intentionally. It's how he was raised too." That's the only explanation her brother can give her and for now she takes it. They've arrived at Toni's.

Toni graduated a year before she did, his parents also own a batting cage facility since his dad had the chance to go pro but had an injury in college. Since then Toni's dad invested in batting cages and coaching a little league and the high school's baseball team. It also serves as a great place to have parties when his father is out of town for sponsorship conventions. The building is lower than the streets, as it was built into a dip for the batting cages to have more height than length. The netting can be seen from the parking lot, where other cars have already parked to start the night. Yousef parks towards the entrance so they can make a quick leave if they need to. Adelina isn't the type to get black out drunk or insanely high at these sorts of things, but Yousef, he'd enjoy forgetting his name for the night.

When they finally make it to where a crowd has been formed and there's people handing out red cups by the kegs, Yousef is quick to leave her side. Adelina doesn't care if her brother drinks, he's of age, and she could care less that she definitely sees two girls who obviously are barely becoming juniors passing a blunt with a group. It's high school, the world would be lying if it said teenagers don't drink and smoke. Adelina barely did the summer before her senior year once she started hanging out with Zayn and Yousef more. They brought her to parties that graduated seniors were throwing and now she was out even more because she's eighteen, Zayn is twenty, and Yousef is twenty-one. Baba was okay with this because he didn't know they were actually parties, and he trusted Yousef and Zayn. The sleepover at Emelia's while Yousef at Zayn's was their go to plan these past months.

"Lina!" Adelina turns towards the voice and it's Emelia in high waisted shorts, a bright red bralette, and a vintage looking jacket on. Her short brown hair is curled and her pale skin glows under the batting cages' lights. "Please tell me you're spending the night so I have someone to make sure I don't drown in the toilet as I vomit all my mistakes from tonight." She comes up and throws an arm around Adelina's shoulders.

"I am at your service." Adelina smiles and Emelia cups her mouth and woo's into the air twice. "I'm guessing your parents aren't home?"

"Nope, my dads are at their three day anniversary spa with Ronnie and Kenny." She shakes her head and makes a funny face. "You think they didn't take me because they're all gonna have some sort of orgy?"

"Ugh, Lia!" Adelina shouts and they both start laughing. "I wouldn't put it past them actually... remember what we found in their closet?"

Emelia's face contorts into exaggerated horror. "Oh god, the fluffy handcuffs and endless amounts of rope, why did they need so much?"

"Your dads will never cease to amaze me at how different they are compared to all of our parents." Emelia just shrugs at Adelina and pulls her closer.

Her voice settles into a whisper. "So am I going to be sleeping alone while you and Zayn get it on in my guest bedroom?" Adelina's mouth drops and she playfully pushes Emelia at the shoulder.

"That was one time!" She laughs. "Besides, Yousef is staying at Zayn's so I hardly doubt he can make it over to yours unnoticed." Adelina doesn't tell her that he already left her bed this morning and she doesn't know if she can handle him leaving her in a bed they both don't know. Or worse, him leaving her and then going to hang out with her brother as if nothing happened.

"Bummer, I was so excited to hear the noises through my wall." Emelia fains a sad face and Adelina just rolls her eyes at her best friend.

The night continues with Adelina sipping two cups of beer and watching Emelia go through three and a few shots after she's played a game of beer pong as Yousef's partner. They won but Emelia still blames Yousef for her missed shots and blames Adelina for not being her partner. Yousef acts offended.

When Zayn finally arrives he's with two other guys who don't look at all happy to be there. Adelina watches him walk through the people who are dancing and trying not to spill their drinks more than they have already. His hair is gently pressed down and falling over his forehead, he wears a white long sleeve with the sleeves rolled up and tight black skinny jeans. He looks so soft, Adelina thinks. But the guys he's arrived with look rough, anyone paying them attention could tell they're not people you want to mess up with. Why is Zayn around those sorts of people? Adelina questions.

"You look really nice tonight." Her thoughts are cut off by a boy to her right, he's leaning against the table she's been sitting on waiting for Emelia to come back with another drink. The boy is Niall, she graduated with him and he looks at her with a soft smile. He's being genuine.

"Well thank you, Niall, how have you been?" She asks him and he decides to pull himself up on the table and sit beside her. Adelina doesn't mind.

"Good, getting ready for college. Where's Emelia?" He says and his gaze flickers around the lot to look for her erratic fireball of a best friend.

"She went to get more drinks for us, why what's up?" Adelina knows what's up. Niall and Emelia have been talking since the school year ended, they both really like each other.

"I just got here and haven't seen her." He laughs and that's when she comes walking from the keg. "Ah, there she is."

"There she is." Adelina nods.

"Here I am!" Emelia shouts.

Niall gets up to help her with the cups she's holding as she has a can of something else held to her side using her arm. By the looks of it, it's some sort of fizzy alcoholic drink. Emelia ends up taking her cup back from Niall and handing him the fizzy canned drink and he smiles appreciatively at her.

"He has to be home tonight, he can't be drinking beer, they'll smell it on his breath." Emelia says and tries not to make eye contact with Niall. Who's smiling at her all big and his blue eyes are wrinkling at the sides. Adelina tries not to be jealous over seeing others have what she wishes she did, especially Emelia and Niall. They're her friends and she should be happy for them, she is, but she can't stop the sour taste in her mouth when Niall's arms wrap around Emelia's waist while they all laugh and Zayn is only about twenty feet away drinking with her brother. They could be this, Adelina thinks, they could be in each other's arms and she could laugh with her head settling back on his shoulder. He could hide his smiles in her neck, his hands playing with her belt loops, her hands caressing his hands under hers. It's hard trying to ignore what you so desperately want when you're given more behind closed doors for the wrong reasons.

The thing about Zayn, it's easy to tell when he wants Adelina. His eyes will flicker to her while he laughs softly at something her brother says to him. He'll hold himself up straighter and push his shoulders back to make a show of himself because he knows she's watching. God, is she always watching. Adelina wants to make herself seem uninterested because even if he displays himself as someone who could care less about who's watching him, he does like knowing Adelina has eyes on him. So she turns towards Emelia and Niall as they let her into the conversation. Adelina sips her cup, maybe she should stop, but as she brings it down there's already a hand on her cup. Her eyes trail from her cup to the hand that's over hers. The rings click in recognition first and then it's the tattoos, to the long arm and lean torso.

"Zayn." Adelina looks up at him and he gives her a delicate smile.

"We're going to dance!" Emelia suddenly announces and drags Niall with her and Adelina laughs at her best friend's antics again. She looks back up at Zayn.

"Dance with me," Adelina smiles and Zayn's mouth opens to protest but she speaks again. "Yousef is occupied and he won't care anyway."

"Yeah okay," Zayn rolls his eyes and that's when he sees Yousef lead a girl away from the crowd and is starting to make his way to the sheds where they keep all the bats and helmets. "People will talk to him about what they saw."

Adelina shakes her head and laughs. "You act like we haven't danced before in front of him."

Zayn gives her a look.

"Okay yes, that's at family parties where we're trying to avoid our parents setting us up with their friends' kids but seriously, everyone is dancing." Adelina throws her arm out to reference the crowd and Zayn follows where her hand points. Adelina blames the alcohol in her system for acting this way, she wants to dance and Zayn is near her, so why not dance with him.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Zayn says and Adelina just huffs while she stands up from the table and straightens her jean jacket out and fixes the waist of her jeans. She throws her hair behind her back and stares at Zayn's expressionless face.

"'Kay well I'm gonna dance then." And maybe this is all a plan to see if Zayn cares about what she does.

"Adelina," His voice dissipates as she makes her way to the crowd of people that are all dancing next to the make-shift DJ set Toni had set up. There's a few LED lights flashing into the crowd of people and the music is echoing around the lot but no one cares as the alcohol is settling in their bones.

Adelina pushes herself to the middle of the crowd where strangers have decided to dance cohesively together. She sees Emelia and Niall's faces through the other bodies and she can tell if Niall didn't need to be home tonight, she would have needed to stay in the guest room anyways. When the music blocks out everything she can hear and she feels the beat in her chest. The colors of the lights flicker when she closes her eyes and she's moving her hips to the sound of the song. Hands find her waist and she doesn't push them off but she turns towards the body that owns the hands. She's met with a tall guy with quiffed up blond hair and he smells nice, Adelina doesn't actually mind her dance partner. There's no harm with dancing with someone, besides, Zayn didn't want to dance with her.

LIKE I WOULD

When another song is about to start she feels another pair of hands on her waist that pull her back and she almost stumbles if it wasn't for the steady hold of the new set of hands. She's about to voice her surprise when lips press up against her ear. "Dancing like that and thinking I wouldn't come here was really bold of you."

The guy she was dancing with quickly found comfort in another part of the crowd and she wants to roll her eyes because come on, Zayn isn't that intimidating. Nonetheless Adelina lets his hands snake their way to the front of her body and settle at the top of her thighs. His front is pressed to her back and her mind takes her back to the moments they're in this same position but their skin is touching and his breath is ragged in her ear.

"Thought you cared if Yousef saw us." Adelina tilts her neck to the left and lets Zayn's face rest on her shoulder. He bites his lip in thought and shakes his head after the thought has passed over his mind.

"He was occupied." Is all he says as the song reaches its chorus and he pulls her closer and she lets her hips press back into his. They're covered by the crowd and everyone around them aren't familiar faces and if they don't know them then Yousef won't. Zayn's hands have tightened their grasp and she takes it as a good time to turn towards him. Their fronts are now close and her arms have woven themselves around his neck and he settles at the bottom of her back to pull her even closer. They can't ever be close enough, Adelina thinks. His eyes are hooded and their noses are pressed together gently and meet in a eskimo kiss as their bodies move. She can't help but glance down to his lips and he wets them with his tongue. Her mouth parts as one of her arms slide from his neck and settle on his bicep. Adelina's jean jacket hangs slightly off her shoulder and exposes the skin where her neck and shoulder meet. Zayn brings his face from hers down to her neck and presses his lips there. She lets her head fall back. If anyone looked at them, they would see two bodies pressed tightly together, arms wrapped so desperately, faces hidden from the shadows the lights create. They probably look like lovers. Adelina's mind tells her and she agrees. They're never this close in public, never the way they are in her bed, late at night, catching their breath. She wants to remember this moment, keep it locked away in the center of her chest, the moment Zayn felt like he didn't need to hide her. She's in his arms and there are other people here to witness this too, the thing she wants all the time, in the refuge of her own room and in the presence of a million eyes. She wants this, she wants him, she wants everything she wishes they could be.

Zayn gets pulled from her and her heart drops for a second. Expecting Yousef to be there angry eyed and hurt, but it's the guys Zayn arrived with. Zayn looks to Adelina and then to them, his expression hard to read. Who the hell are they? Adelina wonders. She opens her mouth to speak but they whisper something to Zayn and he quickly follows them as they walk away. Zayn leaves Adelina without a word as the music suddenly gets louder and all she can feel is the ghost of his lips he's left on her neck. The ghost he always leaves.

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Name 10 Of Your Friends

1. Laurice 2. Angela 3. Luisa 4. Andrew 5. Kate 6. Gabie 7. Tina 8. Jo 9. Liana 10. Jane

Are you related to number 1?: I’m pretty sure we are not, not even distantly.

Do you love number 2?: Like a sister. She means everything to me.

Is number 3 older or younger than you?: She’s older by literally a few days. We were born in the same month, same year; but she arrived around a week earlier.

Are you romantically involved with number 4?: No. I’ve never been interested in them in that way.

Do you wish you could see number 5 more?: Absolutely. She was one of the best friends I made in college and I wish we had/have more opportunities to see each other. I don’t think I’ve hung out with her since the Christmas season last year :(

How did you meet number 6?: Mutual friends introduced us to each other and it was best friend-hood from there.

Would you ever kiss number 7?: Eh, she’s more like a sister to me so pass.

Does 8 share the same taste in music as you do?: We share some favorites as far as I know, but ultimately we have different tastes. Her favorite is the Vampire Weekend, a band I’ve never listened to.

Would you tell a secret to number 9?: I’ve met her irl only once, but sure. I find her reliable.

Would you ever live with number 10?: I think we can be roommates, but I also think we’d drive each other crazy. Also I’m a little intimidated by her so that might ruin my experience living wherever we’re staying in.

Have you ever dated any of the 10 people listed?: Yep.

Would 3 and 7 make a good couple?: Ooh I doubt it. They have very different personalities; I’m pretty sure they’d clash all the time and that they would be simply incompatible. It doesn’t help that Luisa’s gay and Tina’s straight, so.

Do 2 and 5 get along?: As far as I know they’ve never met. They could probably get along; they’re both super friendly and can fit in any crowd.

Are you secretly in love with number 6?: Well, it hasn’t been a secret for a very long time now.

When did you last see number 8?: :( :( :( Don’t do me like thissss. Oh man. I genuinely have no clue. Last year? January of this year? It’s been ages.

Does number 2 know number 6?: Very well. They’re my two best friends so we’ve been in the same room, same car, same bar, same house, etc. plenty of times.

Have you slept in the same bed as number 4?: I don’t recall ever doing so. We’ve lied on the same bed, but neither of us fell asleep that time.

Is number 7 single?: Yes. She’s had her fair share of crushes through the years that I’ve known her but she’s never had a boyfriend.

What do you like to do with number 5?: Drink, smoke, catch up, laugh.

Has your mom met number 6?: Like a million times.

Are number 4 and 8 friends?: I wouldn’t call them friends. I dunno if Jo’s opinion of them has changed in the last few months, but the last thing I’ve been aware of is that Jo does not like them too much. I vividly remember how Jo’s crowd and Andrew’s crowd had to sit at completely opposite tables during our Christmas party last year. Because I was friends with both groups, I spent the evening moving from one table to another before settling at Jo’s because I was closer to that group haha.

What does number 9 look like?: To be honest with you I barely know her. Covid kept us from hanging out but I’m so ridiculously sure that we could’ve ended up becoming great friends, so I’ll always feel crappy about that could’ve-been. From what I remember, she has curly hair and braces, but that’s pretty much all I was able to note down about her appearance in the one time we met in person.

When did you last talk to number 10?: The other day. I needed the contact number of someone who works where she works, so I asked her if it was possible to retrieve the contact details from her.

What was the last thing you said to number 2?: I showed her this meme, hahaha.

Have you ever hugged number 1?: SO MANY TIMES. She is such a hugger. Absolutely no complaints about it.

Is number 2 in a relationship?: Yes, with Hans.

Would 3 and 5 ever get in a fight over you?: I have no idea why two people would ever fight over me. I’m not desirable at all...so no.

How old is number 4?: They are 22, same age as me.

When will you next see number 6?: I don’t know. We have completely opposite work shifts and it’ll be that way for a while, so it’s really hard to tell.

Have you ever hooked up with number 9?: Oh wow, no. That feels wrong.

Do 7 and 8 live in the same place?: No, they’re a few cities apart.

Do you want to talk to number 10 right now?: Not really. I’m not annoyed with her or anything; there’s just nothing to say to each other at the moment.

Is number 3 in your phone contacts?: Yes.

You caught 7 and 9 kissing, your reaction is?: bruh what

Does number 2 smoke?: Socially.

You throw a party and invite 2, 3, and 4, would there be any problems?: For the most part not really, except Andrew tends to get really rowdy and raucous when they’re drunk and that might not go over well with Angela in particular. But who knows? They could also end up being a fun trio; they all have great personalities so I can definitely see that happening as well hahaha.

You're on a roadtrip with 1 and 7. Is it awkward at all?: Not at all. Those two have a great dynamic and are the bubbliest and friendliest people I know. It would be such an entertaining car ride and I wouldn’t complain about driving at all if they were my two passengers.

8 just kissed you. What do you say?: Ask her what it was for. But idk, I feel weird thinking about it actually.

3 and 9 just got into a fight. What might it be about?: They probably just disagreed on something ideology-wise. Luisa is a hardcore red and is very radical; Liana shares the same ideals but is several notches lower. It wouldn’t be a full-blown fight and they’ll most likely end up having an intelligent debate.

Does 7 hate 9?: No. That would be such a tricky spot to be in considering they’re part of the executive board for the org. They should make it a point NOT to end up hating each other lol.

How is 4 today?: I think they’ve been doing alright for the most part! They recently launched their new passion project, a podcast, and so they’ve been super excited and giddy over the last few days. As they should. The podcast looks so promising and I can’t wait for the first episode.

Where does 8 live?: In a city in Metro Manila.

Have you ever liked 6 more than a friend?: Yes.

Would 2 and 4 look cute together?: Not a fan. I’d rather they stick to their current significant others.

Would you ever borrow any of 2's clothes?: Sure! She has a lot of cute pieces. They’d be a size or two larger for my frame, but I’m willing to experiment if she’s willing to lend her clothes to me.

Is 3 taller than 10?: Yes. I think everyone is taller than Jane. HAHAHA

Are you taller than 7?: She’s taller by a few centimeters.

Would it surprise you if 9 got arrested?: I don’t know, actually. Like I said, I’ve barely gotten the chance to know her. At this point in our relationship I can’t really tell if she’s the feisty type.

Could you live with 3 and 4 for a year?: Sure. I thnk it would be the two of them who’ll end up having a blast living together as they’re obsessed with everything sports and sports will definitely dominate the TV and dining table discussions. I can be like their mom, I guess hehe

Do you like number 6's hair?: Yes.

Does number 1 know something about you that most people don't?: I’ve probably shared a secret with her here and there, yes.

8, 6, and 1 are hanging out together. Likely or no?: 8 and 1, for sure. They’re pretty much best friends. With Gabie, not so much. The only time Gabie will be in the picture is if I hang out with them as well.

When did you last hear from number 10?: Again, the other day when I asked for help about something work-related.

Could 3 and 8 be friends?: They already are; we’re in the same college friend group, the daydrinkers ha.

Who do you have more in common with, 4 or 9?: We’re both similar in different ways though...Andrew and I enjoy wrestling and Liana and I share a few interests like The Crown. Just because I know Liana a lot less, I’ll go with Andrew.

What do you usually talk to number 6 about?: Everything under the sun. She’s my best friend. There’s nothing she doesn’t know about me.

Is number 1 a good dancer?: I haven’t really seen her dance, so I wouldn’t make for a good judge.

Have you ever gone swimming with number 5?: Yes.

Would you ever have a sleepover with number 2 and 3?: It might be awkward at first as they’ve never met, but sure! We can give it a try. I don’t necessarily think they’re incompatible; they just haven’t met ever so it might just take some time for them to warm up to one another.

Could you see yourself having kids with number 7?: No. That is kinda weird to think about; I’ve never thought of her in that way.

Do you find number 1 attractive?: She’s pretty and has a nice, big smile, so yes.

You're in trouble. Who do you call first?: Gabie.

Is number 2 a good shoulder to cry on?: Absolutely. If I needed someone to run to and cry it’d be her or Gab.

Will you talk to 9 tonight?: Nope. I don’t really talk to her, but I’d love to be closer with her.

Does 10 have any irrational fears?: She probably does, but it’s never been raised in any of our conversations so there’s no way for me to know of them.

Do you know something personal about number 4?: A lot. They trust me with a few of their secrets and I’m honored that they do.

Do you text number 5?: Not really. We communicate mainly on Messenger and we talk at least once a month.

Does 8 have a nice body?: For sure. Jo is 5′7″ – which is gargantuan in this country – and I’ve always thought she was such a badass for being so tall. We all deadass look like ants next to her.

Do you approve of the people number 9 dates?: I’m not aware of her love life history, if there is one.

Would number 6 look good with facial hair?: I mean if she wanted to grow facial hair, I wouldn’t mind. I’d find her attractive all the same.

Would you ever date one of number 7's siblings?: Noooooo, her brothers are a little old and as far as I know one of them is already married lmao.

Would you go to number 10's wedding?: I would love to.

How would you react if you found out number 8 had a drug problem?: Try to reach out. And ask the other people in the EB if she’s been getting the help and support that she needs.

Did you go to school with number 1?: Just university, though she’s a year level lower. We went to different schools in grade school and high school.

How did you meet number 2?: I was class number 9 and she was class number 10 in Grade 1. And then I stabbed her palm with a pencil; the rest was history.

Would it surprise you if you found out number 4 was stalking you? It would surprise and anger me, yes.

Does 3 make you smile?: All my friends make me smile. That being said, yes Luisa sure does.

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Part 2 of the “Brave” Connection in Season 2: Tears Aren’t a Woman’s Only Weapon

This is part 2 of my post discussing the scenes in season 2 that are pinpointed with the word “brave”. 

Predictions that comes from the first part is the kidnapping of Sansa by Cersei based on the parallel between different characters linked by the Lannister lion necklace. Furthermore since I predict that Sansa is going to be pregnant when taken by Cersei, some scenes I discuss there can be interpreted as a clue that the child would probably be a bastard. The last prediction I discussed there supports the theory that Jon is going to lose an eye, possibly as a price to pay for stealing back Sansa from Cersei.

By the way, for those who aren’t convinced that Sansa is going to be pregnant, would Bobby B screaming it will? Back in part 1, I establish a link through the word “whore” between Sansa and the characters that were used to foreshadow her faith.

Robert Baratheon and Eddard Stark in 1x05 - The Wolf and the Lion

No? Well, here in the second part I will discuss the foreshadowing that supports my prediction that Sansa is going to be pregnant when taken by Cersei and that someone is going to try to kill the baby (like the dialogue above telling you). I can only make guesses on who that someone is, but I propose the possibility for that someone to be not Cersei.

Please don’t be mad at me for this, I am so horrified by it too and I could be totally wrong about this and I hope I am wrong, but I found what I found and now I will let you guys decide whether I’m a complete psycho or not. Please stay tune for this very heartwarming prediction....

First again I’m going to point out Jonsa parallel in 2x06/2x07. This is where Ygritte is telling Jon that he is brave and Sansa telling Sandor that the same.

Ygritte to Jon Snow in 2x06 - The Old Gods and the New

Sansa Stark to Sandor Clegane in 2x07 - A Man Without Honor

Therefore I marked “brave” as a word where we should be paying attention when it is said. There are two other scenes in season 2 with “brave” dialogue and I have discussed the other one in part 1.

Now I’m going to discuss this one where we have Gilly saying it to Sam when he saved her from Ghost.

Gilly to Samwell Tarly in 2x02 - The Night Lands

What scene that follows after that?

A. Shot. Of. Long. Claw. Need I say more?

Then what?

Sam is asking Jon to help him help Gilly.

Sam wanted to take Gilly away.

So that’s stealing away a pregnant woman. 

A fun bit: will Sam be delivering the baby as well?

Now that was sweet. Here comes the bitter part. Gilly is afraid that she will have a baby boy.

But then ran off before finishing her sentence because she’s too afraid to tell Jon what would happen if she has a boy.

Do we know anyone who is afraid that she won’t have a baby boy?

Sansa Stark and Septa Mordane in 1x04 - Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things.

Sansa is afraid she will have a girl, because a queen’s duty is to provide an heir for the king. A baby boy is a king’s heir, and an heir with a claim to throne becomes a threat to a residing power.

Wait, but I was wrong about something. There is another instance where the word brave is used in season 2.

Catelyn Stark in 2x03 - What is Dead May Never Die

And after that, what was happening in Renly’s storyline?

Your enemies aren’t happy about us. They want to tear us apart. And the best way to stop them is to put your baby in my belly.

Margaery Tyrell in 2x03 - What is Dead May Never Die

How many times have the show put out the importance of an heir for a dynasty? There’s one with Daenerys, with Sansa and Tyrion, and so forth. And how does one produced an heir? By conceiving, carrying and give birth to it.

Cersei Lannister to Sansa Stark in 2x09 - Blackwater

Cersei was talking about seducing Stannis Baratheon, but that’s not the only way to use what’s between a woman’s legs. It is also used to give birth to a king’s heir. The parallel between Sansa and Elizabeth of York is well known, and forgive me if my English history is informed by The White Princess, but in that show Henry Tudor had to make sure EoY can bear his children before marrying her and making her queen. After she’s pregnant with his child, then Henry married and crowned her. His heir helped him lock his claim to throne, especially that this heir have a claim from his mother’s side too, a strong York name. Their first boy is technically a bastard and he died before becoming a king.

I recently read a post by @fortunatelylori saying that child birth is woman’s battlefield in the medieval times. Look what is Cersei saying to Sansa here when they are being attack by Stannis.

At that time Sansa was having her period. Probably the next time she will be in labour to give birth to the king’s heir.

Again, for the question on whether the child will be a bastard or not, there’s some clues here. Cersei also told Sansa that if the city is sacked the women who was with them will be raped and

Come the morning she will no longer have a bastard in her belly because she has gave birth to it.

Now let’s go back to the Gilly episode. After we talk about Gilly giving birth to a baby boy, we are given this scene.

Ross and Littlefinger in 2x02 - The Night Lands

She’s talking about a baby who was Robert Baratheon’s bastard who was killed because they are perceived as a threat to Joffrey’s kingship. That baby was a girl and was killed all the same. Imagine if it’s a boy.

Then Tyrion sent Janos Slynt to the Wall because of this.

Tyrion Lannister to Janos Slynt in 2x02 - The Night Lands

Furthermore some clues that may perhaps show that the baby will be killed by somebody who is paid to do so.

Janos Slynt to Tyrion Lannister in 2x02 - The Nights Land

Tyrion Lannister and Bronn in 2x02 - The Night Lands

So, who will be ordering the kill? Let’s take a look on our possible perpetrators.

First up, Cersei. D’uh! She’s the one who would be kidnapping Sansa after all, to take revenge for her first born son. Wouldn’t it be fitting for her to kill her first born child too? Plus, Cersei now has an army which she paid for. However take a look at this dialogue.

Tyrion Lannister to Cersei in 2x02 - The Night Lands

No, it was Joffrey. Would Cersei have the heart to kill babies when she has loved her own children very much? Especially if it’s Sansa’s baby who would be the bastard child of her brother? Sansa, with whom she have complicated and twisted sort of mother-daughter relationship? I kinda think this will be Cersei’s turning point. What if her mercy towards Sansa will be her doom? What if it is a point where the younger more beautiful queen cast her down? What if it’s when she could no longer do what’s need to be done to stay in power.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

Cersei Lannister in 1x07 - You Win or You Die

I did unspeakable things to protect my family. Or watch does being done on my orders. And whatever I imagine necessary for the safety of House Tyrell, I did. But your sister has done things I was incapable of imagining. She’s a monster, you do know that?

Olenna Tyrell in 7x03 - The Queen’s Justice

What if the most ruthless player in the Game of Thrones, as proven by the statement by Lady Olenna above, couldn’t imagine hurting a child?

Cersei Lannister to Sansa Stark in 2x07 - A Man Without Honor

Cersei has maternal affection towards Sansa like she’s somewhat her own daughter when she’s really not, and that is the irony of her own advice. 

Shae to Sansa Stark in 2x09 - Blackwater

And when Sansa gave birth to a child then there it is the grandchild that was promised. (Thank you @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir for reminding me of this scene)

Cersei Lannister to Catelyn Stark in 1x01 - Winter is Coming

I think I’ve made my point. Cersei is definitely the top contender but the story could choose not to go that way. So now on to the next. The Night’s King is also an obvious candidate because he is already killing babies and Gilly’s son was supposed to be offered to him. There’s nothing to discuss here. It is indeed a very possible option. An option I would hate because that sounded like a j0nerys dream plot. I’m afraid a magic incest baby is already trademarked by them, so I’ll just mention it because it has to be mentioned, but no I don’t like it.

Now next, answer this fun trivia. While Lena Headey said that she is rooting for her character, which actress who was so horrified by her character’s plot in season 8 that she had to walk around aimlessly for hours?

Her stan will have my head for even trying to suggest it and it’s true, it’s quite a wild and baseless accusation and I have no material to back it up save for the actress’ reaction to her character’s plot (and it could be a reaction to any number of things). I haven’t found any foreshadowing to suggest she is capable of and will kill babies for power. However, she has the motives to do that. Obviously, a nephew who has better claim than she is and has an heir from a woman with a great name gives a motive. Especially that she is incapable of producing an heir for herself and she’s avoiding to deal with this small issue. Also, what if she got pregnant and had a miscarriage? Wouldn’t that send her to the edge? Guys, I’m so scared of a j0nerys marriage at this point. Why? Call me insane, but how about a parallel between Jon and Renly Baratheon?

1x05/7x01 and 1x06/7x07

I know, I know, the dialogue parallel is a bit flimsy, but whatever.

So we have a brother-sister-spouse trio. Jaime-Cersei-Robert, Loras-Renly-Margaery and now maybe Sansa-Jon-D*enerys. One sibling is married to another person while being in love with the other person (whether it’s incestuous or gay). Each have an expert swordsman; Jaime, Loras and Jon.

I mean, I’m sure they’ll give us a jonsa ending, but I think they will fucked us up first. Again, this prediction could be insane, but if it happens, I’ll be prepared. (no, I won’t, I will never be prepared for a j0nerys marriage). Imagine, the j0neryses will have their wedding and the jonsas will have their romance but not in way that each shippers really would have wanted it to be.

And I know, the politics doesn’t make sense for a j0nerys marriage bla bla bla, but Jon’s obsession protecting the people from the Night’s King made any normal politics becomes insensible if I may argue. And beside, again, I still believe we will get jonsa at the end.

Say, if Jon married D*ny while having an affair with Sansa and both got pregnant it would made sense for one to want to kill the bastard baby. And what if she had a miscarriage? Remember that Renly was murdered by a shadow baby. If it’s going to happen in a less literal sense with Jon, perhaps he doesn’t want to marry D*any but he has to because she was pregnant. When he could have married the one he really wanted! That’s kinda like being stabbed in the back by a shadow baby.

I’m just putting it out there for consideration, that is if this theory made any sense at all from the first place.

Littlefinger in 2x02 - The Night Lands

[snake-house]

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader- are you sure?.

Ron Weasley X Male!Reader warnings: sexual themes [barely there tbh] he/him pronouns used for reader *set during '8th' year for returning 7th year students after the war **reader is an actual 7th year and is a muggleborn ***Also reader is a ravenclaw and ron is probs a little ooc ___ "You've been staring at him for an awful long time," Hermione chimed, grinning at the redhead. Ron flushed, "I have not," He denied, "I just don't understand why someone would read at the dinner table." Both Hermione and Harry gave him a look that only resulted in his face rivaling his hair color, "I didn't see you having an issue with it since we've become friends." Hermione commented. 

"You actually ate while you read, he's not eating anything," Ron mumbled, "And I wasn't staring." "Sure you weren't," Harry grinned, "Maybe you should say something if you're concerned. His name is [Name] by the way, just in case you wanted it." "I wasn't!" His outburst caused the table beside the Gryffindors to turn and look, including you. Curse Professor Mcgonagall and insisting on house unity by round tables, if only they had their old tabes you wouldn't have been able to hear him. You only spared a glance at the loud Gryffindors before turning back to your book. "And.." Hermione leaned closer to the redhead with a mischievous grin lighting her face, "He's gay, if that was what you were worried about." "Hermione!" He hissed at the brunette, who simply sat back in her chair covering her laugh as Harry was on the other side of her. Ron tried to avoid looking at you, but after a solid five minutes, he couldn't help it. He glanced over to see you being chastised by Terry and shoving a plate of food in front of you. Ron was thankful for Terry at that moment, glad to see you roll your eyes and nodded as you started to eat. "See, you had nothing to worry about," Hermione chimed in. "Oi, shut it." He fired back, and this time he refused to blush at being caught, "Hey Harry, did you ever find out if we were allowed to play quidditch this year?" "Yeah, Mcgonagall said we should talk to Madam Hooch, that she would explain how the year would pan out," Harry explained between bites of mashed potatoes. Ron nodded, standing up, "Well, we should talk to her during free period tomorrow." "Where are you going?" Neville asked. "Just going to turn in early," Ron said with a wave of his hand as he walked away from the table. As soon as Ron was out of sight, Hermione and Harry turned to look at each other, and their expressions told each other they had the same idea in mind. "You'll talk to Luna, and I'll talk to [Name]. I can tell that he's going to be hopeless, so I suppose we can intervene now." The brunette said. "Will do, see you later in the common room," Harry said as he jumped up to make his way over to where Luna sat with Ginny a few tables away. Hermione watched as Ginny's eyes widened as Harry talked, but suddenly grinned in a mischievous way as she scooted closer to Luna and Harry to get in on the plan. "Hey [Name]?" Hermione said as she sat down in the empty seat beside you. You looked at the girl as she sat down and gave her a smile, "Hey, what's up?" She returned her smile, "I was wondering what you were doing for the next Hogsmeade weekend? It's two weeks from now, and if you didn't have any plans, I wanted to invite you to come with us this time." You were confused by her offer, seeing as whenever she talked to you, it was about school work and such. Luna introduced you two the trio and her other Gryffindor friends at the beginning of the year, and that's where you got your connection to them, but you have yet to truly 'hang out' with any of them. "If it makes you feel better, Luna is coming, and you're more than welcome too Terry!" Hermione added with a grin, as the other Ravenclaw was listening in. Terry blushed at being caught but simply nodded. You bit your lip, you have yet to go out on a Hogsmeade weekend this year, and it was already February, "I guess I'll tag along. I've been meaning to get new quills anyways." Hermione beamed and shot Harry a smile to where he was still chatting with Luna and Ginny, "Great! Meet us at the entrance hall at eleven and we'll have lunch together before we shop." -- "You didn't tell me he was coming!" Ron hissed under his breath as you and Terry bounced into the entrance hall. Well, you bounced in, Terry walked normally. Harry smiled innocently, "I didn't? I thought I said 'Hey Ron, by the way, the boy you're gay for is coming with us tomorrow'." Harry laughed as Ron blushed seven shades brighter than his hair and hastily covered Harry's mouth with his hands in embarrassment. "I'm not gay for him," He denied yet again. "Are you sure?" Hermione asked with a tilt of her head, "I'm pretty sure you are, and I'm pretty sure you should make a move. He's terribly sweet, I know he would at least give you a chance, even if he didn't return your feelings." Ron grumbled under his breath about his friends ganging up on him. "[Name]!" Hermione waved her hands at the two of you walked up, "Glad you could make it. We are waiting on Luna and Ginny, so once they're here, we'll head out." "Alright, thank you for inviting us by the way," You said with a bright smile, sticking close to Terry in a way that made a stab of jealousy wash through Ron. Harry smiled, "Of course, it's our pleasure. Ah, there they are, let's go now." He said as the redhead and blonde walked up hand-in-hand. The walk to Hogsmeade was rather loud with all the different voices talking and chatting about nonsense. "[Name]," Luna sang, "You should tell everyone what you told me about after you graduate." She said with a serene smile, making your stomach twist. She obviously knew something that you didn't. You blushed as all eyes were turned to you, "U-Uh, why? It's rather boring, I wouldn't want bother anyone with it." You stammered. "Nonsense, we'd love to hear it!" Ginny grinned, "Luna only told me parts of it." "W-Well, Professor Flitwick told me over christmas break that he got word of a dragon reserve being opened in Wales. He said they're taking in trainees who wish to enter the field of dragonology. An-And he said that I was accepted once I graduate," You blushed, "Charlie Weasley is supposed to be leading the whole operation, so I'll be his apprentice of some sort, even if there will be a few of us." "I didn't know Charlie was coming back," Ron yelled in awe, "He's the best at what he does, you'll be in good hands, so you don't have to worry!" Ron beamed, completely forgetting about his nervousness around you at the news his brother was moving back. "Thank you," You whispered, blushing harder Ron's gaze. "That's not boring at all," Hermione said with a laugh, "You are too self conscious, we like your company [Name]." "She's right [Name]," Terry agreed, "And too hard on yourself." You nodded solemnly, this wasn't the first time Terry or anyone else has told you this. "I'm going to have to owl Charlie when we get back and tell him off that he didn't tell any of us that he was coming back," Ron in an irritated voice. "He did tell us, mum got a letter over christmas break like [Name] said. You were just too busy moping around that you disappointed to find out you were pining after a boy and stuffing your face with rolls." Ginny stated in a matter-of-fact way that quite frankly pissed Ron off. But, then he blushed at what she said, noticing you perk up at the news, "Oh sod off Ginny! I wasn't moping about." "Yes you were, you've got a little crush you can't get over and when you realized it wasn't Hermione, you got sad," The younger redhead made a mocking pouting face at her brother. "Why you little-" Just as Ron was about to lunge at his sister, Harry and Hermione stepped between them as Ginny laughed. "Right, anyways, Charlie is coming home and [Name] has the privilege of working with him and learning for the best! Lunch time," Harry stated, and expertly hiding his smile. You slowed down with Terry to walk at the back of the group and looked up at the older Ravenclaw, "Uh, Terry," You whispered, holding onto the sleeve of his robes. "Yeah?" "Is... Is it a bad thing to find out you're gay? You were fine when I told you I was gay, but... Why does Ron seem disappointed he likes boys too?" You asked, sounding like a child with your chosen words and quivering voice. "It's not a bad thing, and if anyone makes you think so I'll kick their arses for you," You giggled and nodded, feeling better with his confirmation, "I mean it. I think he's only acting that way because you're here." "What does that mean?" Your question was ignored as the group entered the lively Three Broomsticks and headed for an empty table. A round booth was chosen for the large group that resulted in you being smushed between Terry and Ron. You watched the others mingle and talk with one another, even Terry joined into the conversation when it switched from Quidditch to something along the lines of NEWTs and school. "So, why are you interested in dragons [Name]?" Ginny asked from the other side of Ron. You turned to her to answer, but thought for a moment, "Well... My parents are muggles, so I grew up in the muggle world until I started Hogwarts at eleven, and in the muggle world, dragons don't exist. They were something in fairy tales, they were fierce creatures that killed people and stole princesses. So, when I found out they were real, and people studied them for a living, I cried with happiness." You said with a small laugh and blush, "Kinda embarrassing, but I was so happy." "Huh, I always forget the muggle world is so different than ours." Ginny mused, "But that's super cute," She giggled. You blushed deeper in embarrassment, "A-Ah, thanks I suppose..." Just then, everyone's ordered drinks came to the table. After a few moments of everyone else drifting into other conversations, as well as a pointed look from Hermione, Ron leaned towards you, "I could put in a good word with Charlie if you'd like. I mean, like- uh, so he takes it easy on you and..." He trailed off lamely, blushing as red as his hair. You nodded and smiled sheepishly at the redhead, "Thank you, that's sweet of you." You said quietly. "So, uh, what are you doing later?" The redness in Ron's cheeks have yet to go down. "Nothing really, I needed to get some new quills, but other than that..." Now it was your turn to trail off. It looked like Ron was having an inner battle with himself, but as your food arrived, he finally said, "We could go together, I mean, if you wouldn't mind I'd like to tag along with you to get your quills." "U-Uh, sure, that would be nice." You looked up male with a small shy smile, unsure of what to make of your little interaction with the redhead. After everyone was finished eating, you left the Three Broomsticks with the others. You first looked for Terry, seeing as you usually kept close to the older Ravenclaw since you started school, but saw him heading off with Luna and Ginny, opposite the direction you needed to go. And then Harry and Hermione took off, saying they were meeting someone by the Shrieking Shack. That left you with Ron. "Uh, sorry about that," Ron said as he scratched the back of his head, "So uh, you said quills?" You blushed and nodded, not saying anything as they two of you headed towards Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop.   "Um..." You started as the silence between you and the Gryffindor started to become stressed and awkward, "You know what I'm doing after school, uh, what were you planning on doing after graduating?" Ron glanced at you before shoving his hands in his pockets, "I was thinking about entering the Auror Program, but the more I've been thinking about it, and the fact Harry has decided to look into becoming a medi-wizard, I'm not sure." "Well, what else interests you?" You asked conversationally. "You." The word left his lips before he could even process what he was saying. Instantly you blushed to the tips of your ears and, and so did Ron. "I-I mean," He stuttered out, "I-I meant youth! I was thinking about joining my brother at his joke shop!" He spit out quickly, "I like kids, I want to work with kids," He added in a quieter tone as if it would help his case. You were frozen in shock at his words. It could have been from simply shock, but it was because you couldn't believe the boy you had a crush on just said that! Suddenly you took a step forward and gripped the front of Ron's robes and looked up at him with wide-pleading eyes, "Do you mean that?" You whispered. Ron blushed fiercely, "W-Well..." He looked away from you and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. He almost couldn't contain himself with the whole situation and how you were looking at him. It was almost as if that's what you wanted him to say. Wait... "Do you like me?" He asked. You flushed harder and instantly let go of his robes, "U-Uh," You fiddled with the hem of your sleeves, "I-I, um, maybe?" "Maybe?" He parroted, "Really?" You looked away and nodded, "Since my fourth year," You started shakily, still refusing to look at him, "Since I formally met you when Dumbledore's Army came to be, I... I uh instantly had a crush on you." Ron stared at you with a dumbfound look, not really believing what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that you've had a crush on him for what has seemed like forever. And how you looked confessing to him was getting to him. You seemed so frail and ready for rejection as you stared off at something to your left, it broke him, yet made his heart flutter at the fact. "B-But," Ron tuned his attention back to you as you spoke back up, "I always saw you sending wanting glances at Hermione, I knew I never had a chance. I mean, I'm gay and I was positive you were straight, so I kept quiet and hoped my feelings went away. And when my parents got word of what the Dark Lord did when he took over the ministry and pulled me out of school, my feelings returned full force at never being able to see you again." "[Name]," He said in a small voice. "Then I come back, and now I got to share classes with you since we are technically in the same year, and the feelings got overwhelming, so I told Terry and Luca to get it off my chest." You laughed at the memory of the two giving you a blank look, "But apparently they already knew. I'm sorry for rambling, but now that I've told you, I can't stop letting everything out." "It's ok," He said, taking a hesitant step towards you, cupping your cheek to make you look at him, "It's ok... because it was you that made me realize I wasn't straight and at least bi, because when I started the year, all I noticed was you." Ron didn't know where he was getting all of his confidence out of the blue, so he let to go before the confidence left him, "When I saw you for the first time in our Care of Magical Creatures class, I couldn't stop staring and never knew why." You tried to look away from the other male, but the warmth from his hand made you immobile. "Everything about you memorized me. The way you looked so intensely in the class, how cute you looked when you got called on when you didn't even raise your hand, the way you would talk animately with your housemates over who knows what, it all intrigued me. Hermione was the one who caught all the staring at you that I did and confronted me before the holidays. She said I had a thing for you, but refused to elaborate on what she meant by 'thing'. But when she came over for Christmas, she and Harry explained it, saying I liked you a lot more than as a peer. At that point I still thought I liked Hermione that way, even though she's with Viktor again. "I was only upset when I found out like Ginny said because I couldn't believe my own feelings. I thought I was straight, even though my actions contradicted the fact." Ron blushed and it was him who averted his eyes this time, "And I don't think I've fully accepted my feelings for you until I found out you liked blokes a few weeks ago..." "C-Can you, er, will you date me then?" You stammered, "I want to be your boyfriend, but I don't know if two weeks is enough to accept your feelings, so I-I'm willing to just try it out until you really figure out your feelings." You added in a mumbled tone. "No!" He shouted that made you jumped, "I mean," He coughed to clear his throat, "I want you to be my boyfriend, I want to be your boyfriend, and I want to date you. I'm ready, I just really want to kiss you right now." He admitted, slowly drawing his hand away from your face. You grabbed his hand with yours and held it back against your cheek and nuzzled it with a small smile, "You don't have to be my boyfriend to kiss me. People can do that while dating, even if it's not official." "I want it to be official with you." He whispered, slowly inching his face closer to yours. You took the final push and pressed your lips against his, instantly melting against him. Ron's free hand rested at your waist, shyly pulling you closer to his being. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him as if you were afraid he was going to vanish. Everything about the kiss lit something within the two of you that neither could ignore. It was sweet and intoxicating, and you easily felt you losing yourself in it. But before Ron could take it a step further by nipping at your lips with a wish to deep the kiss, there was a catcall in your direction. "I didn't think you had it in you mate!" Harry said with a wide grin. "I did, I just hoped it wasn't going to be a repeat of Slughorn's party," Hermione grimaced at the horrid memory of the incident with Ron and Lavender. The both of you flushed and immediately separated and let go of the other as you stepped away. "You owe me five galleons Potter," Hermione said with renewed joy and shot Harry a smirk. Harry cursed but with a sigh reached into his pocket and drew the owed money and handed it to the brunette. You grabbed Ron's hand and tugged him to your eye level and whispered, "Let's head back early," You whispered. "Yeah, I don't really wish to be around my best friends who think it's amusing to bet on my love life anyways," He said and used your clasped hands to pull you away from the giggling Gryffindors. "We love you Ron! And we are happy for the both of you!" Hermione called as your forms headed for the school once again. You grinned at the redhead, who returned your smile with a hint of what was interrupted was going to be resumed. Let's just say your quills were long forgotten, and you made your relationship more than official by the end of the night. -- The next day there was a box of new quills on your dorm bed signed from Luna, along with a package of condoms with a hopeful note that you used protection last night.

[vvakarians]

It’s getting really gay under the cut, featuring my Phillippe Vandame and @charlatanreyes ‘s Antigonus 

It wasn’t the stench that seemed to permeate the walls nor the sound of rats feet skittering across the stone; no, it was the small body, it’s arms wrapped around itself as if to ward off the oncoming hand of death. The child had not been down here for more than two days and yet the rot of the Spire had already began to claim it, every tendril of mold that Phillippe laid his eyes on made his stomach turn and threaten to compromise him.

“Not now, not in front of the others”, he thought to himself, and threw his gaze away from the glowstone. Beside him, the other recruits were watching in an irreverent silence, most would scoff later about how the mage hadn’t been strong enough, that it should have been strong enough if it had wanted to live. It. Such an ugly word, the other recruits threw it around as if the syllable meant nothing --as if the dead were not there-- and laughed. How could they call anyone that and mean it, especially about a child?

“You sure we should really be disposing of the body, more food for the rats” one of them snarled, turning towards the senior templar that stood in front of them all.

He was an older man, a Knight-Lieutenant of the Order, long, stringy gray hair pulled back and constantly shaven, but rather badly. Phillippe could not remember his name for the life of him and thought he’d rather not know, it was better to not put a name to the face when things went wrong, as they often did.

“The mage will be taken upstairs to another chamber, you are here for removal, nothing more. Maker willing, you’ll get this one and the others cleaned up in double the time the others did”, the Knight-Lieutenant muttered and made his way forward through the trio of recruits before him.

Panic sank to the bottom of Phillippe’s stomach as he realized that the man was leaving him here with the other two men, in the Pit of the Spire, to clean up the remains of other people. Before he could even string together a coherent thought the older Knight had walked completely out of the holding cell, his heavy footsteps echoing off the damp walls. With only the glowstone affixed to the floor of the small room, the young man once again glanced downwards and felt his stomach roil. This child could have been no more than eleven when he had died, only slightly older than his own little brother that wandered the halls awaiting his Harrowing.

Whoever, or whatever had killed this boy certainly left a mess. Dark swathes of blood colored the stones beneath the body and beneath the recruits boots, mostly dried, but some spots were still tacky. Phillippe didn’t dare look for the eyes, if they were even present, he knew well enough that some rat had probably snatched them away long ago. Most of the damage to the body was likely done after the mage had died, as the murderer had only stabbed it’s victim --exactly once-- straight through the heart. They hadn’t even had time to let loose a fireball or freeze the assailant before the dagger had done its work.

One of the other recruits scoffed as he knelt down beside the body, armor clanking together as he did so. He was not a good looking man, a recruit that had been taken later in life than the rest, no doubt sporting a belly that could hold half his weight in ale. The man screwed up his gnarled root of a nose and spat into the darkness, chuckling as the rats scrambled for cover.

“Still think we should leave it for food”, his voice was just as rough as he seemed, life had not made him kind.

“I don’t think the rats would want to eat the rest of ‘im, they took the best parts already” the other recruit, a smaller man, no more than Phillippes age clanked over to Rough Voice’s side and gazed down. Not an Orlesian by the sound of his accent, more than likely some ruffian they pulled out of the prison to fill out the ranks.

“Our superior asked for us to bring him up, we should do as he requested”

The words were out of his mouth before Phillippe could stop himself, both the other recruits’ heads snapped up and gave him a sneer. Rough Voice’s teeth were a harsh yellow color that only added to the young man’s nausea. Why in the Maker’s name did it seem like he was the only one that actually took care of himself?

“And what do you think they’re gonna do with it’s body, send it back? Andraste’s tits, you’re a daft one, it probably had no parents, or if it did they wouldn’t want it back anyway”, Rough Voice’s friend grumbled. An anger began to boil within Phillippe at the man’s gall, how dare he say that? This mage had been no more than a boy when he died, his parents were probably worried sick, or at best, and hopefully, dead. At least then they’d be with their child instead of waiting for word from the White Spire about his untimely demise. His armored fists clenched at his side and he had every inclination to draw his sword right there, perhaps cut out the tongue of the recruit who had dared say that, however he was able to hold himself back for the time being.

“Do you have no kind bone in your body? He was a child”

“And? Children die where I come from everyday, noble boy, it wasn’t anythin’ special”, the second recruits brow knit together for a moment and his own rage overcame his features, “Why do you care anyway? You were raised with a golden spoon in your mouth, I bet, not to mention this thing was a mage. They aren’t like you and me”

They aren’t like you and me.

Phillippe’s mind went straight to Jean-Marc, his little brother, undoubtedly fast asleep right about now in his quarters. He imagined the boy at his feet with his siblings face, how this very well could have been him at any point. His own parents had practically been rejoicing when they sent their youngest son of to the Circle, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Being cursed with a mage child meant that there was just another black mark on the family’s reputation, it meant that it was another child that could not further their legacy. Memories of Jean being stripped away from them, quietly, without a fuss did not exist in his eldest brothers mind. There were only images of the child biting and kicking at the templars, his shrill voice had made the walls shake while they were made to watch. He could remember every detail, every lamp shattering on the walls, the crystalline tears as they fell from the boy’s green eyes. It reminded him of another. A first born son, made to confess why he had kissed another boy, and then being dragged up to his room. Locked away in personal void laid out before him by his parents. Phillippe could still remember the voice of his mother as she spoke with his eldest sister.

He isn’t like you or me.

The rage was almost too much to bear, lyrium song screeching in his ears as he took a step forward in the dark.

“I will not let you leave him here to be eaten like some discarded meat. If you won’t do this, then I will”

There was a chuckled from one of them, but Phillippe did not care to recognize the source, his body moving of it’s own accord. Perhaps there was something that was said, but he did not hear it; there was only the image of the boy, alone in his room. He isn’t like you or me. His armor scraped against the bloodied stone as he scooped up the corpse, the body itself weighed no more than a bird would, and yet it had a heaviness to it that the young man knew all too well. Unfortunately, he had become too fixated on the small thing in his arms and did not take notice to the fact Rough Voice had stood, placing his boot out in front of Phillippe. No doubt his voice would be bouncing off of the walls just as the Knight-Lieutenant's footfalls had, the third man noticing none of it. True to the situation, he did not see the boot, only registering the way the cold, stale air rushed out from beneath him.

Phillippe did not fall gracefully, indeed he fell with a great -whoompf! - and clattered to the ground so loudly that somewhere down the hall another pair of footsteps could be heard making for the stairs up to the main floor. A pair of footsteps that should not have been there in the first place, however the three recruits did not take heed, instead the two lugs cackled while their peer reeled on the floor.

Flecks of pain dotted the arm he had landed on, no doubt there would be severe bruising at the very least, in the moment though, he did not care. Upon his fall he had slammed down into the corpse, the acrid smell of death washing over him in waves. He had already begun to retch as he rolled off the boy, this time able to register the laughs continuing to come out of the other two men behind him. Pure anger and embarrassment mixed into a volatile concoction within his chest while he let his body do what it needed.

“Shoulda’ been watchin’ where you were goin’, noble boy” one of them were able to choke out amongst their fit of chuckling, “Hows that body doin’ now? Can’t wait to see the look on that old geezers face when you present it to ‘im-”

In three swift movements, carried by all the rage inside him, Phillippe’s fist connected with Rough Voice’s jaw. Bile and spit still dripped from the corner of his mouth as he slammed another into his already pitted face, the other recruit scrambling to make it towards the cell door. He didn’t know how many times he had delivered a punch to the older recruit, only that he had stopped when a pair of stronger hands had seized him under the arms, fresh blood splattered everywhere in the cell now. In all reality, Phillippe did not care, through the numbness and pain all he could hear was the song laced with his mothers words.

He isn’t like you or me.

Again. Again. Phillippe’s fists slammed into the training dummy, splintering the wood holding it upright, with a single, furious shout. As he took a step back it toppled over, Rough Voice --later to be named Virgil Greer, a transfer from the Marches-- still fresh in his mind this many years afterwards. He had learned the next week that the man had nearly died from his wounds, apparently Phillippe had shattered much of his jaw and an eye socket, the bastard refusing to eat anything while the healer worked on him for days. After that early morning in the Pit he had been assigned to a different Circle, the third transfer in a year for the merchant turned supposed holy warrior, put in his place by a seventeen year old boy from a prominent noble family, and an Orlesian one at that. Phillippe had never been sent to the Pit again and had instead been put on guard duty for the various Tranquils about the White Spire, as well as punished with attending Harrowings for the remainder of his days as a templar. Or that’s how he liked to put it. No doubt the Knight-Commander had thought it best to put him in his place after such a show, not that it helped make him any quieter.

Now the boy was a man, recovering from a recent red lyrium exposure in the Emprise, his scars keeping him up at all hours with the pain of a fever. A constant, underlying song sang beneath his skin when he wasn’t focused on something else, not even the Calling, which had been nearly eradicated since his Joining, could do much of anything anymore. He had taken to sitting in the snow banks when he wasn’t in his cot, soaking in the cold that eventually would just make him sick on top of the lyrium withdrawals, but it was enough to keep the terrible heat at bay. At least while the Warden-Constable was with the other Warden recruits. Come to think of it he had felt a familiar presence on the edge of camp that morning just before he had started beating up the training dummy..

“What in Andraste’s name do you think you’re doing, Warden?!”

Ah, there he is, Phillipe thought fondly, letting himself smile just a bit while his breath made clouds in the near zero temperature. His bloodshot eyes landed upon the elf who had emerged from a tent nearby, soft, brown hair gently waving in the cold breeze, a scowl gracing his normally sweet features. Here he had thought Antigonus could not get more beautiful, only to be proven wrong the moment they had come to the Emprise with the Inquisitors in tow. He relished every moment he could hold the man in his arms and warm him with his unnatural heat, even when they were still bloodied from battle.

“I’m teaching the dummy a lesson”, he replied once the Warden-Constable trudged closer, full armor gleaming off the snow.

“You should be resting, Vandame”

A sigh escaped Phillippe’s lips as he adjusted his own armor, growing uncomfortably hot beneath it already, “Is it too late for me to say no?”

“Phillippe-”

“I couldn’t sleep, you had gone to brief the others and the--”, he winced as a twinge of pain crawled up his back, “the song was making it hard to even relax”

Antigonus replied with a wonderfully cool hand placed against the warden recruits cheek, concern flitting across his brow so quickly that Phillippe regretted ever getting out of bed.

“You still have a high fever, you should really come back to rest”

“Only if you’ll come with me”

“You know I will, mon cher, I only had to step out for a moment this morning”

There was an unspoken moment between the two as Antigonus offered up his hand to the other man, Phillippe taking it almost instantly, if anything could get that memory of the Pit out of his head it would be the Warden-Constable. Upon the closing of the tent flap behind him the elven man’s fingers helped pry off the sweat soaked armor that Phillippe had made himself haul on early that morning, his wonderfully cool skin relieving the pain near immediately. Antigonus’s gentle lips pressed a calming trail of kisses along his jaw and had the Orlesian man sighing in contentment as he eased himself into the Warden-Constables lap, his head resting between his legs. He had missed Ani’s smile, the way his eyes creased just so when he did, the way his hair tickled his cheeks when he would lean down to kiss him. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad t relive the memories, the he isn’t like you or me moments, if he would eventually feel the elf’s touch, his hands carding through his hair and smoothing it down. The press of magical energy eased away the song that rested just behind his eyes as he was able to finally just relax; the shivering reduced to a minimum while Ani took care of him. Later he would think of a way to repay him, to relieve the burden of command just for a little while, but for now he was content with the warden’s lips upon his, washing away the sins of the past.

[ninjamidnight]

Do U Have Any Best Friends Or Close Friends? Tell Us About Them!! (I Need Character Inspiration LoL, Writers Problems)

I’ve got six people I consider close friends and they’re all unique in their own way and I l o v e them to death. I don’t talk with them as much as I should (I’ve started college and I’m also looking for a job so I’m stressed beyond belief.) Six might be a big number but they’re my circle. 

I’m not gunna give names, but I’ll describe them for you lol

There’s my OG bff: She’s been with me since my freshmen year and she’s carried me through some dark times. She’s headstrong and brilliant. She used to work at the barn she boards her horses at but now she’s looking to go to college. She’s older than me and she’s become an older sister of sorts. She doesn’t let people she her break, but recently she’s started to open up to me like that and I’m so grateful to have her in my life. I don’t know where I’d be without her.

Then there’s my Indian friend: He’s not really Indian, he’s Native American, but we jokingly call him Indian (he’s completely okay with it -- we checked) He and my OG bff are my original inner circle. His tall and bit awkward, but he’s got the greatest heart. He spent nights just listening me ramble on and on about some boy that I don’t even talk to anymore and also helped me through some dark times. He goes to college in Florida now which is annoying but he’s almost done and he’ll be moving back home soon.

Then I have my gay best friend: We are twins. We’re basically the same person. We even look exactly alike. She’s got a don’t give a shit attitude and just goes with the flow. But she doesn’t let people knock her down. She stands for what she believes in and doesn’t let anybody change her mind. We don’t talk as much anymore as we used to and I haven’t seen her in months, but she’s still somebody I would lean on and talk to about my problems if it came down to it.

Then I have my fandom best friend: This is the girl I call my Hufflepuff to my Slytherin. She’s loud, friendly, and just a great person to be around. She’s got a huge passionate heart and I love her to death for it. She doesn’t know her true beauty even though I’ve told her time and again. She’s somebody that lets you know how she feels and doesn’t change her mind for anybody. We’ve connected through so many fandoms and shared so many pains through said fandoms that honestly, I don’t think anybody tops that. We don’t talk much either, but she’s one of the people I would run crying to if something happened in my life. She’s helped me grow and I couldn’t be more grateful for her.

Then I have my bitch best friend: She’s my next door neighbor in college. We share a bathroom or I probably wouldn't have met her otherwise. She’s beautiful, headstrong, and has a big heart. She loves blindly and she’s gotten hurt several times because of it. My roommate goes to bed early so I chill with her all night because we binge watch Netflix and talk about our problems. She is in a bad loop with this boy she’s in love with and while I don’t like him, I love her and I want her to be happy so I encourage her and support her because a lot of people have left her and she needs that support. We act the same in the regard that we don’t break because we believe we’re not allowed to. We’re helping each other in that aspect. She doesn’t give a shit either and it’s fun to watch her go off.

Last, but not least, I have my Mexican best friend: She’s tall and outgoing. She lives a couple doors down from me. I’m not entirely sure how she met me and my bitch best friend, but she did and she’s made her way into the duo and now we’re a trio. We all go to lunch together and we try to work out schedules so we can have lunch together because we’re the only friends we have. She doesn’t let much get her down and she puts all of the bad things out and she’s constantly happy. But she does break occasionally. She had one of her best friends commit suicide a few years ago and sometimes, she breaks and it’s painful to see because I couldn’t even imagine losing anyone of the six I have written about. She’s encouraging and kind.

This is probably a lot and might be a bit more than you asked for, but I love these six people to death and they are unique and special in their own ways. They’ve helped form me into who I’m in today and I couldn’t be more grateful for each and every one of them. 

Thank you for the opportunity to let me gush about my inner six, they mean the world to me!

I hope this helped you in building your characters! If you do decide to use them, let me know! I would be excited to see which of my favorites inspired you the most!