#Rhys Aspen

[yandere-sins]

pls feed us with more rhys headcanons. nsfw or sfw !! - 🌙 moon anon

I've had that request in my asks for so long because I always wanted to write more but also had emotionally closed Rhys' chapter on this blog, but he is and always will be my fucking menace baby and I do have some more thoughts to share ;;♥

(Also tagging @glacierleice because I know you love him just as much! ♥)

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Daily Rhys ☀️

♡ For someone who prioritized being a social butterfly and well-liked all throughout his young adulthood, he is actually a big homebody. Rhys forced himself outside all the time, to parties and outings, just so he could keep up his image of the cool guy, but once he settles with you, he's quickly turning out to be an introvert. It's easier to watch over you this way, and he seems comfortable hanging out with you all day, almost looking sad when he has to go out without you. No one would know since Rhys keeps up being friendly and approachable outwardly with customers and neighbors, but he only cares for you, so why would he go out? He's very crafty, not just when using ropes for your restraints, but also for fixing broken machines and making you new furniture. You'll never have to go without enough space on shelves because Rhys will immediately get his things to make you a new one! You might not appreciate the creativity of his tools and projects when he uses them to punish you, but for everyday life, they are very handy!

♡ Rhys is obsessed with your hands. Hand-holding, comparing hands, watching your hands as they work on something—he loves all of it! He'll hold your hand at all times, even while he sleeps. Or play with your fingers while watching a movie, rather than fidgeting with his own. Most of the time, he has to force you, but he'll become grumpy if he doesn't get to nuzzle his face into your palms once a day, dragging them to his face if he must and cupping his own cheeks. In winter, he makes sure to moisturize them for you, linking your fingers playfully with a big grin as he puts hand cream on. Every morning, he slips your wedding ring on your finger, kisses it reverently, enjoying the peace it brings him. And he gets mighty upset over every little paper cut or worse. Your wrists, on the other hand? If they aren't raw from his restraints, he'll make sure to get them bloody, latest when the shop is closed, and he gets to drag you upstairs—screaming and crying—to the apartment.

Nightly Rhys 🌙

♡ It is an obvious fact that once Rhys got his hands on a Shibari book for the first time, it became his new favorite pastime. You look divine, strung up and hung from the ceiling, like his beautiful little angel descending from heaven! He takes the few moments he has before he has to take you down to memorize the image, rarely using a camera as the pictures never come close to the true sight. Even when you're crying, sobbing, or wincing in pain, he can't look away, too mesmerized by it. If he does take photos, he has a habit of wanting to show them to you and discuss how beautiful you are from every angle, handling it almost as if you two were browsing through an old photo album of memories. Rhys always keeps the newest picture somewhere on his person in case he's feeling down and unable to be with you right away, the beautiful sight of you bringing a smile back to his lips as he kisses the paper softly, deciding to practice a new pose that night.

♡ One would think he's really overly kinky, and he has his moments where he catches himself thinking bizarre stuff. But his favorite position? Missionary. Hands tied to the headboard over your head, legs spread widely so he can push every inch of himself into you, and either you wrap your legs around voluntarily, or he'll put them in place over his thighs. His arms are on either side of your head, hands beneath it so he can keep you from straining your neck as you two kiss to the point of breathlessness. Your bodies are rubbing tightly together, the warmth mixing as you can both feel each other breathe, nipples brushing against each other, and he can see the glorious face you make as he stimulates you to the point of orgasm. Later in life, Rhys rarely comes first, too mesmerized by the sight of your ecstasy and unable to reach orgasm unless he watched yours. At the end of the day, you are his whole life's purpose, and if he can see you happy just a little bit, then he, too, can feel the same happiness.

[rebouks]

Previous | Ne-.. what, no next?!

jkjk.. NEXT!

Well.. that's a wrap folks! I can't believe it's almost been two whole years of Somnium! Thank you so much to anyone who's read along and gotten as attached to my guys as much as I have. I had no idea where I was going or what I was getting into when I started this, and what a beast it turned into!! Over 790 scenes 😱 I've had more fun than I could've imagined and although this is the end of Somnium, it's not the end of Oscar n' co. and certainly not the end of my storytelling ventures! But I'll ramble about my future plans in another post I think... Big kisses and hugs to you all on this momentous occasion ahaaakjsdkjd! 🤗🧡

Also! plz enjoy this silliness I faffed around with just for funsies...

[lilleputtu]

Spring has brought everyone ever out and about.

[pupsmailbox]

COWBOY ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　abeline. adeline. alfred. anderson. annie. archer. arthur. ash. aspen. austin. automata. axel. barett. beau. beckett. belle. bennett. betty. billy. blaise. boone. bree. brooks. bryce. cade. caleb. callen. callie. calvin. carson. casey. cassidy. chance. chase. clayton. clementine. clint. clyde. cody. colby. cole. colt. colton. connor. coraline. county. cree. cyrus. dagger. dakota. dallas. dalton. damon. darby. darla. delta. denver. dove. east. easton. edgar. eliza. elliot. ellis. emmett. emmylou. everett. everly. fallon. fang. farmer. fletcher. flint. flynn. fritz. gage. georgia. georgina. grant. graves. hank. harrison. harvey. hattie. hawk. hayes. heidi. holster. hudson. hunter. ida. jace. jack. jackie. jackson. james. jed. jesse. jessie. john. jolene. josh. joshua. jude. knox. leroy. lewis. loretta. lucille. luke. luther. lyle. maple. marshall. mason. maverick. meadow. millie. misty. myra. nash. nell. nina. oakley. oscar. otis. owen. pace. pamela. penelope. phoenix. pierce. pollyanna. prairie. quinn. ray. reed. reid. rhett. rhys. riley. river. rochelle. rory. roscoe. rosie. rudy. ryder. rye. sadie. savannah. sawyer. scarlett. sedona. selena. shep. shepherd. sienna. sierra. silas. skye. spanner. sparky. sterling. stevie. stormy sullivan. sundance. tallulah. tate. tess. todd. tucker. twila twyla. verily. wade. walker. walt. walter. waylon. wayne. weston. wilde. will. willa. willow. winona. wren. wyatt. zachariah. zane. zeke. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇　ace/ace. aim/aim. badge/badge. bandana/bandana. barrel/barrel. boot/boot. boy/boy. brash/brash. buck/buck. bull/bullet. cattle/cattle. clad/clad. clash/clash. colt/colt. cow/boy. cow/cow. cowboy/cowboy. cy/cyborg. denim/denim. dirt/dirt. dive/dive. drive/drive. fang/fang. farmer/farmer. fence/fence. fire/fire. foal/foal. gold/golden. gra/grass. gun/gun. hat/hat. herd/herd. hill/hill. hit/hit. hold/holdem. holdem/holdem. hoof/hoof. horse/horse. iron/iron. jack/jack. jump/jump. kick/kick. lasso/lasso. law/law. lawful/lawful. lone/lone. mech/mecha. metal/metal. mount/mountain. mustang/mustang. noon/noon. officer/officer. out/out. outlaw/outlaw. poker/poker. protect/protect. pry/pry. punch/punch. punish/punish. ranch/ranch. ranger/ranger. rev/rev. rev/revolver. rev/rev. revolvers/revolver. river/river. ro/ro. robo/robo. rug/rugged. run/run. rust/rust. ry/ry. save/save. sharp/sharp. sheriff/sheriff. shoot/shoot. shot/shot. shot/shotgun. shout/shout. spark/spark. spur/spur. star/star. steed/steed. steel/steel. sun/sun. thief/thief. tumble/tumble. weed/weed. wheat/wheat. wood/wood. yee/haw. yeehaw/yeehaw.

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

masterlist of my moots and their tags!!

for some reason tumblr won't let me link the part 2, so check the reblogs if you want a real list

okay so i have a bunch of moots and not all of them have tags yet, so if you want to be added to the list, ask me please or just put an emoji you like and your preferred internet name in the replies and i will get to it :3

okay anyways

@lifegoalsofafish #fish 🐟

@mister-dirty-hands #crow 🖤

@i-live-life1313 #eli 💚

@bloophasarrived #mari 🐿

@liggy-not-potter #liggy 👹

@starcrossedmoony #peppa 🦕

@definitionoffuckup #star 💫

@wistfulenchantress #witch 🎧

@good-oldfashioned-lover-girl #evie 💙

@margaret-the-duck #maggie 🦆

@totalcharliespringsimp #charlie 👁

@figuring-it-out-slowly #mars ⚘

@dandelionflowery #dandelion 🌿

@random-bi-kid #petra 💜 or #asher 💜

@ashippingpotato #potato 🥔

@gildy-locks #gildy 🐥

@anglptera #ang 🦖

@cazzythefrogking #caz 🐸

@examishbookwyrm #bookwyrm 🐛

@random-doctor-on-the-internet #ash 🗡

@discoveredreality #ari 🗨

@biblically-accurate-chaos #bean ⚔

@blakat014 #kat 🕸

@rhystheaudhddaydreamer #rhys 🐺

@vizzly-sama #vizzly 🐁

@asclexe #cameron 🐱

@im-ur-sleep-paralysis-demon #demon ☻

@daydream-of-a-wallflower #kat 🍊

@aristos--achaion #void 🕳

@vintagetee13 #aimee 🌼

@childofposiden71 #kriss 💅

@cressthebest #cress 🌸

@idk-what-to-put-here-123 #ruby ❤

@sapphos-queer-kid #marie ✏

@aesthetic-writer18 #raine ✒

@njjisquiet8 #nj ⭐

@irisandthegayestpotatoes #iris 🍃

@jasonsbricky #elliot 🏳️‍🌈

@moonage-nightterrors #el 👀

@tequilaqueen #bea 🦋

@old-lady-habits #aspen 🏵

@buttercup-in-wonderland #buttercup 🌾

@midnights-dragon #tristen 🐉

@scatteredraysofhope #aditi 🦉

@themortalityofundyingstars #chase ✨

@garden-of-runar #ru 🥀

@theoneandonlypjofanatic #jia 🧡

@fairies-in-a-forest #dove 🕊

@dontknowanythingohwell #violet 🌌

this made me realize just how many moots i have lol

this will be updated once a month or so

so if you don't see yourself here, wait a couple weeks. if you still don't see yourself, tell me! you can drop into my askbox with your preferred name and an emoji :)

[hogwartsthenextgeneration]

Had absolutely ZERO inspiration lately so here are the Next Gen’s Kids, the next next gen? Idk here they are anyway

James x Alice:

* Roman Ives Potter - Male, B. 2029 (G)

* Seren Dove Potter - Female, B. 2029 (H)

* Oran Jasper Potter - Male, B. 2031 (H)

* Maeve Aspen Potter - Female, B. 2033 (G)

Albus x Scorpius

* Felix Orion Potter - Male, B. 2033 (G)

* Toby Castor Potter - Male, B. 2036 (S)

Lily x Dominic Wood

* Eliza Bloom Wood - Female, B. 2035 (G)

* Dennis Kellen Wood - Male, B. 2037 (R)

Teddy x Victoire

* Matilda Dora Lupin - Female, B 2028 (S)

* Freya Ander Lupin - Female, B. 2030 (H)

* Aiden Remy Lupin - Male, B. 2032 (R)

Rose x Benjamin Adebayo

* Rhys Jabari Adebayo - Male, B. 2034 (S)

* Jade Izara Adebayo - Female, B. 2035 (R)

Louis x Omar Karim

* Margot Dakoa Karim-Weasley - Female, B. 2032 (adopted in 2036) (R)

* Zain Deacon Karim-Weasley - Male, B. 2034 (G)

* Rayan Taron Karim-Weasley - Male, B. 2036 (H)

* Finnick Robin Karim-Weasley - Male, B. 2037 (adopted in 2039) (S)

Roxanne x Otto Caine

* Harvey Kjartan Weasley - Male, B. 2028 (H)

* Jude Ragnar Weasley - Male, B. 2031 (G)

* Della Carina Weasley - Female, B. 2031 (G)

Fred x Verity Morgan

* Morgan Dane Weasley - Male, B. 2030 (G)

* Perrie Rue Weasley - Female, B. 2034 (S)

Molly x Wren McKinnom

* Willow Honey Weasley-McKinnon - Female, B. 2029 (adopted in 2029) (S)

* Isaac Rueben Weasley-McKinnon - Male, B. 2030 (adopted in 2031) (R)

* Maia Juno Weasley-McKinnon - Female, B. 2032 (adopted in 2032) (G)

[mk-writes-stuff]

OC/WIP AMA Tag

Rules: open the door for questions about your WIPs and the OCs in them

Thank you @illarian-rambling @pluppsauthor @paeliae-occasionally and @autism-purgatory for the tags!

Suggestions:

Seven Station Chronicles:

Characters: Belladonna, Cassie, Nellie, Narcissus, Cassiopeia, Ricinus, Goldenrod, Stellaris, Rhys, Sel (and Bee I guess)

Future book characters: Septimus, Asher, Moons, Ambition, Ruthlessness, Torathen, Rozael, Korriel, Seffae, Lorriat, Ananias, Azrael

Locations: any of the seven stations, or the elf planet

Seven Stations: The Jump

Station heads (characters): Errant, Camellia, Kintarō, Dominance (Dom), Jael, Andromedus, Castor

Other characters: Aspen, Cinnabar, Beni

Locations: the stations once again, or Terra (the Old World)

The Pirates’ Roost

Characters (so many): Merry, Malcolm, Tatum, Amelia, Breeches, Julian, Finley, Vraska, Jace, Apatli, Kiali, Azalea, Jetti, Vivenna, Francisco (among others)

Locations: High and Dry, the Stormwreck Sea, the Sun Empire, Orazca, Torrezon

Ships (like physical boats): the Belligerent, the Sea Star, the Wraith, the Drowned Gull, the Hangman’s Noose, the Sliver Bullet, the Drowning Siren

Species: sirens, merfolk, vampires, orcs, goblins, angels

Or of course feel free to ask anything else you like! I’m always open for asks :)

Tagging @kaylinalexanderbooks @somethingclevermahogony and @ominous-feychild

Also as always credits to Magic: the Gathering for some of the pirates roost characters and to my lovely gf for characters and worldbuilding on all of my WIPs

[the-toxinz-arcade]

c!ranboo id pack

names ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 abyss . alyx . archer . asher . aspen . bite . casper . cody . crypt . cypher . damien . devon . dizzy . ebony . eerie . ender . erin . fear . forget . freckle . gabriel . indigo . jay . kaleb . khaos . lock . louie . lucian . lukas . mark . melancholy . memory . obsidian . onyx . raven . rhys . ryan . sebastian . shiver . sylvian . theo . thorn . umbra . void . wander . whisper . wyvern . xavier . zachary . zaidyn . zero . zycan

pronouns  ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 abno/abnormal . creature/creatures . crown/crowns . cryp/cryptid . eerie/eeries . end/ends . ender/man . fang/fangs . fear/fears . forget/forgets . gloom/glooms . glow/glows . hx/hxm . hy/hym . lurk/lurks . memory/memories . panic/panics . particle/particles . ran/boo . smile/smiles . teleport/teleports . thxy/thxm . thy/thym . void/voids . whisper/whispers . xy/xym 🌑/🌑s . 💜/💜s . 📔/📔s . 🌀/🌀s . 👁️/👁️s

titles  ܂ ∿ ⟢ 】 the enderwalker . [x] who wanders . memory [boy/girl/etc] . [x] who forgets . [x] who must remember . [x] the puppet . the forgetful one . the cryptid . [x] with the nightmares . [x] the ender being . [x] from the end . the misfit . messenger of the end . [x] with particles

[starsreminisce]

SJM Romance Week

Day Four

Little Things

Elain slowly sliced through the generous portion of the whipped cream and strawberry sandwich she had prepared for Lucien, delighted that it had turned out in the shape of a heart, just as she had intended. Humming to herself, she carefully wrapped it and tucked it alongside the brie and butter baguette, nudging the container of French fries aside.

She had sensed Lucien's mounting frustration all morning, particularly aggravated by his absence from Aspen and Briar's progress report. While she wasn't looking forward to the impending conversation, she knew they typically saw eye to eye on matters.

Making her way toward the grand marble-columned building near their home, where Lucien insisted on working, she passed fae and humans alike, her status as High Queen drawing no special attention. Gliding into the open structure of the building, she spotted Lucien, his arms crossed and irritation palpable, surrounded by representatives of the realm. Their eyes met, and he nodded in acknowledgment.

"We'll reconvene later," he declared to the assembly, his tone authoritative enough to make her toes curl. "I know better than to keep my wife waiting."

Amid murmurs of protest, Lucien paid them no mind as he led the way out of the room. Elain exchanged small nods of greeting with those present before joining him.

"Az," Lucien addressed the lingering shadowsinger.

Azriel turned to him, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

"What are your true thoughts?" Lucien asked as the last person exited the room, and Elain drifted to his side.

"I conveyed what I saw to you and Rhys," Azriel asserted in his deep voice. "The reports are solid."

Lucien's mechanical eye whirred. "I'm certain there's someone in their treasury who could... sing... given the right incentive."

A smirk tugged at Azriel's lips. "Are you implying I should disobey my High Lord, High King?"

Lucien matched his smirk with a knowing look. "Not at all. I have faith in the accuracy of the information we've been provided, but..."

"Extra caution is warranted," Azriel finished his sentence.

"Let me know if you require anything from me," Lucien said, punctuating his statement with a playful wink.

Gods, Elain thought, she certainly hoped he would use that voice on her later.

Azriel turned his attention to Elain and offered her a smile. "I heard about Aspen."

Elain let out a frustrated huff. "Don't even get me started."

Azriel nodded understandingly before departing, leaving Elain to turn back to Lucien and offer him the basket of food she had packed.

“I didn’t realize there were five kinds of varying forms of vexation,” Elain said, approaching him.

Lucien's expression softened as he took the basket from her. "You don’t have to do all this," he said, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.

She shook her head gently, a smile playing on her lips. “We are not staying here. You do your best thinking when you’re outside with me.”

Lucien chuckled, a spark of amusement lighting up his eyes. "You know me too well," he admitted, slipping his hand into hers. "Lead the way, my love."

Elain led Lucien out of the grand marble building and into the fresh air, their footsteps echoing against the cobblestone path as they walked side by side. She guided him through the bustling streets of the city until they reached a quiet spot hidden away from the prying eyes of the world.

A small garden nestled between two buildings welcomed them with a tranquil atmosphere, the sound of chirping birds and rustling leaves filling the air. A stone bench sat beneath a canopy of blooming flowers, offering the perfect place for them to sit and unwind.

“This is perfect,” Lucien said, his voice soft with appreciation as he took in their surroundings.

Elain smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she settled onto the bench beside him. She opened the basket of food and offered him a sandwich, watching as he took a bite with a contented sigh.

For a while, they simply enjoyed each other’s company in silence, the weight of their responsibilities melting away in the serenity of the garden. The warmth of the sun on their skin and the scent of flowers in the air wrapped around them like a comforting embrace.

"I am sorry you had to deal with Aspen and Bree alone," Lucien said, taking another bite of his sandwich, his expression a mix of exhaustion and frustration.

Elain reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "I am sorry that you were kept with …" she started, but Lucien cut her off with a weary sigh.

"Rask," he said, his tone heavy with resignation.

Elain lifted her eyebrows in surprise. "Really?" she asked, incredulous.

Lucien shrugged, a defeated look in his eyes. "It’s all there if you want to look at it. You know I’d love your input."

Elain glanced at him, sensing his reluctance. He shot her a withering look, silently pleading for her cooperation.

"Do I have to?" Lucien bemoaned, his shoulders slumping.

"You know my asking price," said Elain, unable to resist a smug grin.

"Elain," Lucien slipped into that commanding voice once more, his tone leaving no room for argument. "There is a stack of papers you have yet to review, and I expect a full report by the end of day today."

Elain's breath hitched at his authoritative tone, a shiver running down her spine. "And if I don’t, my lord?" she challenged, meeting his gaze with a daring glint in her eyes.

"Do you really want to see me not pleased?" Lucien's voice was low and dangerous, sending a thrill through Elain despite herself.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You fuck me the hardest when you’re not pleased at something," she confessed, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Lucien groaned, unable to suppress a reaction to her bold words. Taking another bite of his sandwich, he sighed heavily, knowing that he was utterly helpless against her charms.

Elain leaned back on the bench, a thoughtful expression on her face as she watched Lucien chew on his sandwich. "Speaking of not being pleased," she began, her voice tinged with concern, “Aspen's trainer had a few choice words of concern."

Lucien's brow furrowed as he turned to look at her, his curiosity piqued. "And?" he prompted, setting his sandwich aside to give her his full attention.

Elain sighed, her gaze drifting to the ground. "It seems our son is not doing so well in his weapons training," she admitted reluctantly.

Lucien's expression darkened, a frown marring his features. "What do you mean, 'not doing well'?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.

"He's struggling," Elain confessed, her heart heavy with disappointment. "He lacks focus and discipline, and his skills are not improving as they should be."

A heavy silence settled between them as they both contemplated the implications of Aspen's shortcomings. But before Lucien could respond, Elain pressed on, determined to share some good news amidst the bad.

"But," she said, a hint of pride creeping into her voice, "Bree, on the other hand, has been excelling in her training."

A small smile tugged at Lucien's lips at the mention of their daughter's name. "That's my girl," he said, a note of pride evident in his voice.

Elain nodded, a sense of relief washing over her as she saw the flicker of hope in Lucien's eyes. "Yes, she's been dedicated and determined, just like her father," she said, reaching out to squeeze his hand reassuringly.

Lucien pulled her hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss. “Sounds more like her mother to me,” he replied with a gentle smile, his eyes softening as he gazed at her.

She felt her cheeks flush at his words, a warmth spreading through her at his affectionate gesture. As he trailed kisses up her arm, she tilted her head slightly, inviting him closer.

His lips lingered behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine as his kisses became slower and more deliberate. "I love you," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.

She turned to him, meeting his gaze with a mixture of desire and adoration. Leaning in, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss, feeling the heat between them ignite with each touch.

His tongue teased hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body as she responded eagerly, lost in the sensation of their connection.

“I bet you’ll love me more once I take a look at the Rask issue,” she said with a playful smirk, pulling away slightly but keeping her gaze locked with his.

Lucien's eyes sparkled with amusement as he leaned in to brush his lips against hers once more. "I already love you more than words can express," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. The intensity of his gaze held her captive, his words washing over her like a warm embrace.

Elain's heart swelled with love and gratitude as she melted into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in the sweet, intoxicating dance of their love.

As they finally pulled away, breathless and flushed with passion, Lucien rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still filled with affection. "You are my everything," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

A soft smile graced Elain's lips as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a sense of completeness wash over her. "And you are mine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a reluctant sigh, they finally broke apart, their brief respite coming to an end as they remembered the responsibilities that awaited them. Lucien pressed a lingering kiss to Elain's forehead before reluctantly pulling away.

"Back to work, then," he said, his tone tinged with regret as he stood up from the bench.

Elain nodded, a sense of determination settling over her as she rose to her feet beside him. "Back to work," she echoed, her voice steady with resolve.

Hand in hand, they made their way back to the grand marble building, Lucien guiding Elain to his office, a spacious room with large windows that offered a stunning vista of the surrounding landscape. As they entered, Elain couldn't help but admire the elegance of the room, from the polished mahogany desk to the intricate artwork adorning the walls.

She perched herself on the edge of the desk, her eyes scanning the piles of paper scattered across its surface. Lucien took a seat in his chair, his gaze fixed on her as she began to sift through the documents. The weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air as they delved into the intricacies of the trade deal before them.

With each passing moment, Elain could feel Lucien's attention divided between her and the papers in front of them. His touch on her foot, then her calves, was both distracting and comforting, a silent reassurance of their connection amidst the chaos of their duties.

"You're being really good," she murmured, her focus shifting between the documents and his gentle ministrations.

A smirk tugged at Lucien's lips as his hands continued their soothing movements. "I could change that real quick," he teased, "but I think you need the extra concentration."

Elain chuckled softly, her eyes still glued to the papers. "You're right. This is a mess."

"It looks good and seems safe but—" Lucien started, but Elain finished his thought before he could.

"Rask is rich," she supplied, her brow furrowing in thought. "Why would they want a trade deal where we are heavily favored?"

Lucien nodded, his expression serious. "Everyone on the council is telling me to take it," he sighed, frustration evident in his voice.

"Except Az and Eris?" Elain asked, her gaze meeting his.

"They're being quite subtle with their disagreement," Lucien confirmed, looking up from her knees. "You know it's not a good thing when all three of us are the only ones who agree."

Elain sighed, feeling the weight of their responsibilities pressing down on her shoulders. "That explains the frustration," she murmured, her mind already racing with possible solutions.

"Would you want your wife to make you feel better?" she asked, a playful smile dancing on her lips as Lucien rose from his chair.

His presence filled the space between them as he pressed his body against hers, the heat of his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Say the word, High Queen," he murmured, his voice low and enticing. "However way you'll allow me."

Elain's smile widened, a spark of desire igniting within her. "I'm pretty sure you'll want me to wait until I'm at your level of frustration," she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "And I will also need you to make me feel better."

Lucien's smile matched hers as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "After my meeting, I'll pick up the kids and cook dinner," he whispered. "Tug when you're wanting me to bring you home."

With a nod of agreement, they sealed their silent pact with a kiss, Elain watching him leave his office as she prepared to continue her work. Moving from the desk to his chair, she couldn't help but notice that it still carried his scent, a comforting reminder of his presence.

As the day wore on and the sun began to set, Elain found herself unable to shake the feeling that something was amiss, despite her thorough review of the documents before her. Groaning in frustration, she leaned back against the chair, her mind racing with possibilities but finding no clear answers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of their children bursting through the door, followed by Lucien entering with their youngest babe in his arms. Elain couldn't help but smile at the sight of her family, the tension of the day melting away in their presence.

“You didn’t need to do all this,” Elain said as she greeted their two middle children with kisses.

“It’s getting late, and it’ll be here in the morning,” said Lucien, his voice filled with warmth. “Besides, you do your best thinking outside with me.”

Elain frowned, the weight of her concerns still heavy on her mind. “I don’t think I can wait until the morning,” she admitted, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lucien's smile softened as he kissed their babe's head. “Bring it with you, and I’ll take care of the kids tonight and get them ready for bed. A dinner break won’t hurt.”

“I also thought you were cooking,” Elain said with a raised eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Lucien gave his lopsided grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I remember a certain queen fussing that I need to delegate more, so dinner would be…”

“Pizza!” Their kids exclaimed in chorus, their faces lighting up with excitement at the prospect.

Elain couldn't help but laugh at their enthusiasm, feeling a sense of relief wash over her at the thought of sharing a meal with her family. With a grateful smile, she gathered up the documents, knowing that with their support, she could face whatever challenges awaited her.

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a nightmare before Christmas.

🎄or an Annika, Floris, Willa and targtowers Christmas tale🌟

Part one

Part two

Parth three

Summary: Aemond, Daeron, Aegon and Helaena had different things planned for Christmas, but one same fate: their father’s old cabin.

Basically an i’m never gonna love again christmas modern AU because we need to spread some joy on these times and I wanted to write something fun. Mainly centred around Aegon x Female OC.

This is part 1/3. Part 2 coming soon.

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“Skiing isn't exactly my strong suit, and you guys know it,” a sharply depressed Floris sighs, watching Annika and Helaena packing as if they were going to the space for five months rather than the Targaryen retreat ski cabin in Aspen. “I thought we agreed that this year would be just the three of us for Christmas. No parties, just peace and quiet.”

“And that's why it's a perfect plan,” Helaena reminds her, with an ear-to-ear smile, something quite uncharacteristic of her occasionally too melancholic personality. Helaena flops down beside her on the bed. “I know you're sad about Aemond, but there's no reason for you to shut yourself in during the holidays. If you don't want to go home, then let's go to Aspen for Christmas.”

“Do you remember our trip to Aspen for graduation?” Annika intervenes. Floris shakes her head; everything was very blurry. “Exactly! And we had fake IDs that weren't accepted at three out of five places. Now it's all legal, babe. Plus, I'm tired of getaways to big cities. I want peace and wildness at the same time.”

“Odd,” Helaena deduces. “What Annika means is that we're going to have a good time. We'll have hot chocolate and all those Christmas things without necessarily the suffocating party Annika's father organizes every forsaken year. By the way, what did you tell him to not go home this year?”

She looks at her nails disinterestedly while appearing thoughtful. “They're busy with the baby, you know. And I think Rhys will go this year, so they won't really miss me much.”

“You usually like going home for the holidays,” Floris insists, knowing that since the moment Annika suggested they stay in the United States instead of going back to London, something must have happened. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, of course. I just don't want to go back this year. You don't want to run into Aemond, Helaena wants to create new traditions, and I want to drink until I lose consciousness and have a sugar high from eating so many s'mores. Whatever happens first.”

Helaena and Floris exchange a glance that she doesn't overlook. “But you haven't wanted to go home since your birthday.”

“Oh, there are just too many ghosts,” she quickly lies. “You know, with my mother's death and all.”

Her father remarrying didn't really affect Annika. Or at least, she never let it show much. Helaena and Floris know when she uses her mother's death as an excuse and to take advantage of people; she always did, and she always will. No one questions a girl's grief for her mother. Annika knows it well.

And they know it's her way of dealing with the situation, even though she doesn't talk about it. So, they let her be. Whatever it is, she'll say it in her own time.

“If you say so...”

“This will be something good,” Annika repeats. “A girls' Christmas. Just us three. No families, no responsibilities, no men. Just us.”

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Willa wrinkles her nose, watching as Daeron struggles to close the door of the huge truck, bags strategically positioned as if it were a game of Tetris.

“I can't believe you convinced me to do this,” she says, a grimace of both distress and regret forming on her face. “I mean, are you sure no one from your family will notice you're not at the boarding school?”

He laughs. “My mother has three more children, and my father has even more children and grandchildren to fill that void. Trust me when I tell you they won't notice that I'm gone. We'll show up for New Year's Eve, I'll introduce you to them, and they won't even remember that we didn't spend Christmas with them.”

“I don't like that plan,” she admits. Daeron finally manages to close the truck after much effort and lets out a grunt. He shakes his hands, then gives Willa a kiss on the forehead.

“Believe me, you'll be more than glad to miss Mr. Lannister's Christmas party. They're basically the land where time stands still, and a vortex opens up and sucks out all your energy,” he explains. “I had the best Christmas of my life last year with your family than any Christmas I've had before.”

She squirms uncomfortably. “Sometimes you make me think you hate your family, Daeron. And I get it, but you can't... I'm sure they love you a lot.”

“I know they do. But, as I told you, Christmas is not really important, and I want to spend it with you. I want us to have a good time before I take you to my family on New Year's and you run in the other direction.”

“If we survived that weekend at your older brother's apartment...”

Daeron shudders as if just the thought of it produces secondhand embarrassment. “Don't remind me. I don't know how to apologize for that. The good news is you won't have to see him again, ever.”

He opens the door for Willa to get in and doesn't wait for a response as he goes around the truck to get into the passenger seat, leaving her with the words on her lips.

“If it helps, I didn't dislike your brother,” she says. “Is he not spending New Year's at your house with all of us?”

“I don't think so. The last time I was home, he was acting too strange. I mean, stranger than usual,” he explains, eyes fixed on the road.

“When was it? Spring?”

“I think so. Yes, yes. I remember because my mother was furious with him for not showing up to Floris's birthday dinner, you know, my brother Aemond's girlfriend. He didn't even go to the party afterward, and he never misses a party.”

“Did he say why?”

“No, he didn't really say anything. I asked Helaena, and she told me Aegon had been in New York a few weeks before but never dropped by to visit her. Aemond thinks he's doing drugs,” he says calmly, then opens his eyes when Willa looks at him horrified. “Oh, no, he's not a drug addict. He’s just the occasionally drunk, harmless brother. His life is not in danger. Aegon has always been like this. He'll be back when he gets over it.”

She scratches her neck, uncomfortable. “The holidays can be triggers for many people, you know?”

“I'm sure Aegon is at a resort in Miami Beach, passed out with a piña colada in his hand and some girl tangled in his sheets as we speak. He's living his best life,” he downplays. “You'll see. Everything will be fine. Plus, we'll get to enjoy some time alone. Don't you like the idea?”

Willa sighs, resigned.

“If I had a family as big as yours...”

“You are my family now,” he finally drops, like a bucket of ice-cold water running down her back and leaving her breathless for a moment. “It's just you and me. And I prefer it very much this way.”

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Aegon groans as he feels a boiling sensation behind his throat, and his mouth automatically fills with saliva, anticipating the vomit that he will never let out. He straightens up quickly, holding his breath to calm his body while everything spins around him.

When he finally makes sense of what's happening, he realizes he has fainted in the kitchen. He leans his back against the wooden shelf, just like when he was little and used to hide while playing with his brothers and nephews and the rest of his family.

He hears footsteps entering the kitchen, echoing on the tiles, but he doesn't bother to lift his gaze; he already knows who it is.

“I didn't expect you to be up so early.”

“Brother,” Aegon grumbles again, getting up from the floor with so much difficulty that sometimes it seems like his youth is just a memory. He looks around confused. “Where’s Melody?”

“You mean Mallory,” he corrects. “Well, she came home with you. I think you guys did it on the couch and the kitchen floor. And she left early.”

Aegon smiles, the memories of the previous night a bit clearer. “Oh, right. And her friend? What was her name? God, I don't think we should go back to that place ever again. Although I don't think they'll let us in.”

“She slept in my bed and left with Mallory early in the morning. I called someone to clean up this mess you left, mess you cannot make again because it’s fucking December 23th and no one will ever come to clean your shit up on Christmas. Now, we have to go to the city, so I suggest you change and dress decently.”

Aegon cracks all the joints in his body without understanding his younger brother's bad mood. He has done everything to get him through his breakup; he took him to the best clubs all over Europe, to Las Vegas, and even agreed to accompany him to an independent film Aemond wanted to watch, consuming large amounts of Adderall to stay awake out of boredom.

No one knows what happened between Floris and Aemond. They were a strange but simple pair; both middle children, introverted, and constantly trying to overachieve. The pride of their families, with a perfect life. Their love was born in the sandbox when they were both children, all the way through high school and what they've made of college, and everyone thought they would continue like that, getting married and having children. After all sandbox love never really dies.

Apparently, everyone was wrong.

In other circumstances, Aegon would have simply called Helaena and asked if she knew exactly what happened; what was so terrible that had Aemond so tense and more unbearably suffocating than usual, but...

“Why do we have to go downtown?” Aegon asks as Aemond hurries to make coffee. The sound of the machine drills into his head; he’s pretty sure his hangover has hangover at this point.

“Because, Aegon, your little girlfriend stole Mom's crystal reindeer,” he mutters with annoyance. “I can't believe you brought me here to fuck any girl stupid enough to fall for your charms and brought her back home completely unconscious. What if I hadn't been here?”

“I think I can take care of myself, Aemond. I've been alive for twenty-four years without your help,” the older one mutters with annoyance. “I brought you here so you could fuck any girl in a miniskirt and forget about your ex-girlfriend. But you're not taking advantage of it.”

Aemond clenches his hands into fists, his knuckles slightly white. “I don't need to fuck anyone to forget about her.”

“What you need is to skip Jason Lannister's insipid party and not go home where the primary topic of conversation will be your relationship with Miss Baratheon’s wake. Believe me, I'm doing you a favour. I've been in your place.”

Aemond laughs. “When have you ever had a meaningful relationship with someone?”

“I don't mean that. I mean I've been a victim of the scrutiny of London's elite.”

“Well, you brought it on yourself after getting drunk and getting into a fight with Dalton Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball,” his brother reminds him.

Aegon sighs; it's pointless to explain why he got into a fight with Greyjoy at Helaena's debutante ball. He just learned to live with the label of an alcoholic and violent person and made it his own so that they couldn't hurt him with it.

Oh, and he destroyed any political/professional ties between the Greyjoys and the Targaryens. But that's not exactly a tale fit for Christmas.

“Is Helaena going to the party?” he asks, changing the subject as he opens a beer can under the disapproving gaze of his younger brother. “You have only one eye, and it feels like you have six. Can you relax a bit? I'm on vacation.”

“Your life is a vacation,” Aemond hisses bitterly. “I really don't believe it. She said she planned to stay in New York with Floris and Annika.”

“Is Annika not going to her father's party?”

Aemond shrugs, sipping his coffee. “We didn't go into that much detail; she just said they would stay in New York. She says Floris likes it there, so...”

Aegon smirks maliciously. “I bet Annika is taking her to every possible club to get her fucked and forget about you.”

“Do you have to be so unpleasant all the damn time?” Aemond questions. “She wouldn't do that. Unlike you, Annika knows her and knows she needs other things.”

“Hey, I accompanied you to that horrible movie and saved you from the funeral-party. We'll spend Christmas in a hot tub drinking and eating with some chicks. What more do you want from me?”

Aemond frowns, the last good eye though a bit less harsh, always alert and in disagreement with his words. However, Aegon knows that beneath all that calm and collected facade, he is suffering.

And he doesn't like to see his brother suffer unless he is the one causing it.

“Nothing, Aegon. I don't want anything from you, nor do I expect it,” he replies with annoyance, leaving his empty cup in the sink. “Get dressed. We leave in ten minutes. And you'll pay for those expensive shitty reindeer.”

“Fair enough.”

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The cold air hits Annika's face, and tosses her golden curls around. She brushes the hair stuck to her lip gloss off her face with annoyance, and her body shivers under all the layers of winter clothing. Her frozen hands tremble as she locks the car door.

“I won't drive in this weather ever again,” she mutters under her breath, striding towards the house porch with long steps, trying not to slip on the ice-covered stones. Helaena and Floris laugh at her from the door. “What?”

“That footwear is a bit impractical, don't you think?” Helaena remarks teasingly.

She looks at her boots without understanding. “They're my Moschino Black Faux Fur Snow Boots.”

“They have fur,” Helaena points out, amused.

“No animals were harmed in the making of these boots,” she retorts, struggling up the stairs. “Stop criticizing me for actually having style and open the door for me, will you? My ass is freezing.”

“Perhaps don't wear those boots outside again. You're going to slip,” Floris recommends, catching Annika's arm to help her with the last steps while Helaena finishes opening the door.

When they enter the cabin, they head straight to Helaena's enormous bedroom amid laughter. The cabin is huge but cozy, with a room for each family member. Floris tries to ignore the fact that she knows by heart the door to Aemond's room and everything inside.

Annika gets rid of her clothes and turns on the heating, trying to warm up. “Does anyone remember how to make hot chocolate?”

“You have the recipe book in the kitchen,” Floris reminds her.

Annika frowns. “Who am I kidding? I don't do kitchen. But we should buy Christmas cookies...”

“You mean, make Christmas cookies?” Helaena raises an eyebrow.

“No, thanks. I just redid my nails. But we could get gingerbread houses to decorate!” She offers hopefully. “But first, I need to shower and change. And before you say anything; I can't feel my toes.”

Hel sighs. “Perhaps Floris and I should go shopping while you shower.”

“Well, I don't do groceries either,” Annika winks at them. “Could you buy me a few things? I'll text them to you. You go while I bathe, and then I'll prepare dinner. Which means, order something to be delivered here and get the wine from the cellar.”

Floris rolls her eyes, not even having taken off her coat. “You better have three glasses of wine waiting for us when we get back to watch a movie.”

Annika snaps her fingers. “Done!” She says, then takes off her fur hat and puts it on Floris. “There you go. So your ideas won't freeze.”

“We'll be back in fifty minutes,” Helaena announces, taking the car keys from Annika's stiff and gloved hands.

As soon as she's alone, Annika rummages through one of her suitcases for her shower things and crosses to the main bathroom, in front of Helaena's room. Unfortunately, her friend's bedroom is not ensuite, and they have endured countless escapes where they had to cross to the bathroom in the middle of the night and lose all glamour by running into one of Helaena's brothers or nephews.

Annika has always loved coming to the Aspen cabin. It has always been a place very different from her home where time seems to run in a different way. Almost magical, though she knows better now to understand magic doesn’t exist. Since she was a child, Helaena and her family often felt more like a family than her own. It was strange because even though Helaena adored her brothers, Annika knew she felt like an outsider. Very alien to them.

In one way or another, the three of them always found a home in themselves. Where they could be without prejudices or fear.

She turns on the shower, letting the water flow hot, even boiling, as she removes her clothes and hangs her pink robe on the nearest hook. She is careful to lift her long and shiny hair to avoid getting it wet and preserve her meticulously done blowout. Her hair has always been one of her best features and is almost sacred to her; curls that fall like a cascade of liquid gold to her waist.

Her muscles contract as her body comes into contact with the hot water, and she sighs relieved. She stays almost inert for a while before taking her shower lotion and starting to wash to remove any remnants of the plane and the trip and New York off her.

And she has a lot to clean. A life of mistakes, an entire year of failure and sins and feelings kept deep in her heart.

But there are still eight days left for her to leave it all behind finally. Eight days for the year to end, and therefore, a new life to begin. A new life where she doesn't make mistakes or hurt anyone and is her best version. Where she is a better person and accompanies Helaena and Floris to do the groceries and learns to make Christmas dinner or hot chocolate.

But she still has eight more days to be the acidic and superficial Annika who runs away from her problems instead of facing them.

When she finishes washing her face, she reaches out for one of the towels before jumping into her robe. At that moment, the door opens abruptly, and the steam that fills the bathroom disperses into the air, letting in a cold draft from the hallway.

She glimpses, through the steam, a platinum blonde mane.

“Hel, come in. Did you return so quickly? I must have lost track of time. Did you bring the things I asked for?”

But Helaena doesn't respond. Annika wraps the small towel around her body and opens the shower door, stepping out.

“Wow, my Christmas wish came true already,” the mischievous and familiar laughter takes her completely by surprise.

Annika screams, disturbed when through the steam, she makes sense of Aegon's figure, Hel's older brother. The unbearable older brother, to be precise. Among other things.

She moves so far back that she slips. Aegon has to hold her arm so that she doesn't fall and hit her head on the edge of the bathtub. When she is stable enough, she pushes him to let go of her bare and wet arms, a bit disturbed by the vulnerable situation, but Aegon holds her so tightly that this time he slips backward and takes her with him.

“You're an idiot!” She yells, holding onto the towel that is the only thing separating her naked body from him.

Aegon laughs painfully. “Wow, my second Christmas wish just came true.”

“What are you doing here?!” Annika demands, too disturbed, while trying to find a way to get off him without pressing any unwanted parts of her body. He looks at her, his blue eyes against her green ones, and smiles.

“I could ask you the same. This is my house.”

When she finally manages to stand up, and the steam has dispersed a bit, she notices that Aemond is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a slightly disturbed look. When he notices the blush on Annika's cheeks, he turns away to give her privacy.

“We almost called the police,” Aemond tells her. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you an intruder wasn't going to shower. And I'm sure no intruder would wear those ridiculous fur boots...”

“Would you mind?” Annika says to Aegon, holding the towel against her chest as if her life depends on it while grabbing her robe with the other hand.

“Go ahead, darling.”

“Aegon,” Aemond warns. He grumbles and turns around as Annika puts on the robe without even removing the towel and ties the belt with a knot worthy of the navy.

“Nice knot. Did Greyjoy teach you to do that?” Aegon mocks when he turns to look at her again. She gives him the middle finger. “Would you mind explaining what you're doing here?”

“I came with Helaena and Floris to spend Christmas. What are you doing here?”

“It seems great minds think alike,” Aegon snorts. “A heads-up would have been nice, by the way. What if we were with girls here?”

“You could have warned yourself, too,” she tells him. “And it wouldn't be the first time we find you in a deplorable situation that you dragged Aemond into.”

“You can't stay here,” Aemond takes care of dissipating the heated atmosphere between his brother and the girl. She laughs sarcastically.

“Don't worry, your sister and your ex-girlfriend are shopping and will be back any moment. I'll be waiting for them outside with our luggage; I'll book a hotel.”

She doesn't wait for an answer, passes by Aemond without acknowledging him, and crosses to Helaena's room. Aemond rubs his temples, disturbed and stressed.

“This wasn't part of the plan,” Aegon informs, in case Aemond thought he had orchestrated the encounter intentionally. “You didn't know Helaena was coming?”

“No. She said she was staying in New York. Why would she lie?” Aemond questions.

“Technically, we lied too. But who knows with Helaena...”

“You never lie to Helaena. And she never lies to you. What's going on?” Aemond crosses his arms. “She said you haven't visited her lately. Not even the last time you were in New York.”

“What? Are you a detective now?” Aegon crosses his arms, hurrying to leave the bathroom and go down the stairs to the front door when he hears it open. Aemond follows him, but Aegon stops halfway. “Listen, if you don't want to see Floris, that's fine. I'll deal with them. Lock yourself in your room to cry or whatever you do. I understand...”

Aemond actually considers it but shakes his head. “It's okay.”

Aegon pats his shoulder. Annika comes out already dressed, with perfect hair, and ignores the presence of the brothers to join her friends while holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, trying to get a hotel reservation. The brothers follow her down, and when they reach the first floor, in the entrance, it's not precisely their friends who are there.

It's Daeron, engaging in... something akin to making out with a girl with intense red hair who hasn't even let go of her bags yet. Both are dripping melted snow, wetting the wooden floor, deeply lost in each other, not caring much. Annika stays still at the foot of the stairs and reaches back to hit Aegon's chest, who looks at them proudly. Aemond crosses his arms while the only girl puts her hand to her mouth.

Aegon claps once. “What a show.”

Daeron and the girl separate as quickly as a spit for a pardon, even more disturbed than Annika was when found in the shower. Aegon looks at Annika and Aemond and laughs. “It will never get old.”

“What are you guys doing here?” The young boy despairs, while the girl hides behind him. Daeron tilts his head at the bizarre situation. “Oh, my God. Please tell me you weren't-“

“Have you gone crazy?” Aemond interrupts. It's been a while since Annika has seen Daeron, and the last time, the boy was at her height. He has grown between a much taller man than Aegon, almost reaching Aemond's height. “Why aren't you at boarding school?”

“It's winter break?” He doubts his answer. “I thought all of you would be either in New York or London for your father's party, Annika. Nice to see you again, by the way.”

“See? That's what you'd expect from my best friend's brothers,” she snorts, approaching him to give him a kiss on the cheek. “How you've grown! And who is this?”

“She yells at us, and he’s the one who gets the kisses,” Aegon complains.

“You never drew me a picture of us while I babysat you,” Annika tells him plainly, while Daeron puts an arm around her shoulders affectionately.

“That's because I was the one taking care of you, brat.”

“This is Willa. She is my girlfriend,” Daeron introduces Willa to Annika. Willa smiles shyly, while Annika grins from ear to ear and shakes her hand warmly. “Willa, this is Annika. An old family friend.”

“Hi, I've heard a lot about you,” Willa says, trying to sound convincingly extroverted despite the humiliation she has suffered. Annika looks at her puzzled and amused at the same time. “He was very much in love with you.”

“I know. It was adorable to see him scare off the boys in my grade with his Spider-Man pajamas on one occasion,” she laughs. “It's a pleasure, Willa. So, I guess the four of you had the same idea. How convenient.”

“Didn’t you guys come together?” Daeron asks, puzzled.

“Of course not. I came with Hel and Flo. They were here, but they didn't have the decency to warn any of us before coming to make a bachelor nest at your parents's family house.”

Aegon rolls his eyes. “And we were having some amazing days until you came to disrupt our peace.”

“Don't worry. I'll leave as soon as I can get a hotel. Daeron? Should I look for something for you and Willa? I think you two had more interesting plans than to spend Christmas with those two,” Annika asks, with the sound of keys on the cell phone she activated just to annoy Aegon. He squints at the sound and groans.

“Yes... I mean, no! This is my house, and I have the right to use it too,” Daeron stands firm.

“Does mom and dad know you're here?” Aegon asks, and the younger one sighs.

“They don't know you're here either,” Annika reminds him.

“Oh, come on. Whose side are you on?”

“Whichever is not yours. We’re leaving because I know none of us wants to spend time with you, but if Daeron wants to stay, you can't just kick him out because you feel like it. And let's be honest... Aemond, are you even having fun?”

Aemond opens his mouth to speak, but his brother interrupts him. “You're a sellout.”

“Sorry, but they're right. I can't stand you for one more day alone. I'll go back home, and I prefer the funeral-party of my relationship than seeing you hook up with a random blonde and calling to clean your vomit from the carpet.”

The front door opens, letting in another freezing gust of wind. “We're...!”

Floris falls silent when they see the scene, just like Helaena, who blinks several times and points at each one as if counting them one by one. “What are you guys doing here?” Helaena asks.

Aegon throws his hands in the air. “I can't do this again. It's not funny if you're not in a compromising situation. Do you have something interesting in those bags? Dildos?”

“Who is that?” Floris whispers to Annika, pointing at the redhead girl, ignoring the fact that Aemond can't take his eyes off her. “What are they doing here?”

Helaena smiles. “You must be Willa! I'm so glad to finally meet you!”

“You knew Daeron had a girlfriend and didn't say anything?” Aemond asks, dismayed. Helaena shrugs after wrapping the girl in a hug; it wasn't her story to tell. “What else haven't you told us?”

“I knew. We spent an entire week together. I’m sure she remembers,” Aegon teases her. “Hi, Willa.”

“Hi… Good to see you again.”

“Oh, don’t lie to him,” says Daeron.

Then, someone knocks on the door. Aegon, who has moved to sit on the steps, lets out a grunt. “If that's Mom and Dad planning a romantic Christmas getaway and coming to install a sex swing, I'm going to shoot them and then shoot myself in the balls.”

Annika scrunches her nose. “Do you have to be so gross all the time?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” He smirks.

Helaena opens the door a little curiously. “Hello?”

“Hey. You’re Helaena, right?" Asks a brown-haired guy, dressed in a plaid shirt and a black jacket. “I'm Logan. I live in the house next door, remember?”

“The house next door, as in the house that's three kilometers away?” Aemond grumbles.

“Yes, of course, I remember you. How are you? Want to come in?”

Aegon puts his hands to his face and pretends to cry.

“Sure... Sorry to interrupt, but the power has gone out in my house. Is it okay if I stay here for a few hours?” Logan asks. “I know we don't know each other, and I'd go to a café, but it's already dark outside, and they're announcing snowstorms for tomorrow and the day after. It's a bit dangerous to take the road. I might not be able to come back.”

“They just took the road, and they're safe,” Aegon says. “Hey, maybe you can go to the hotel they'll all go to. Maybe all of you can rent the same room and have a Christmas party.”

Logan laughs. “A hotel? On December 23th, with a snowstorm at the door and no previous reservation? Good luck finding something.”

Annika stops dialing numbers and looks a bit irritated at Helaena. “You didn't check the weather before coming, did you?”

“Well, I didn't feel like there was going to be a snowstorm,” she says, a little uncomfortable.

“I see you're having... a family situation here. Maybe I should go,” Logan says this time.

“Wait. Are you from around?” Annika asks.

“Don't talk to her or look her directly in the eyes; she’ll turn you into stone like she's Medusa,” Aegon warns.

Logan ignores him. “Yes, I live here. My family was supposed to come for a visit, but they were arriving tomorrow, and flights have been canceled or rescheduled.”

“Sorry to hear that. And is there no other place we can stay? They don't rent anything either?” Floris asks this time.

“I could try to get you something with a friend, but I don't think so. And anyway, as I told you, going out right now to look for something can be dangerous. If you have the possibility of spending the night here, I suggest you do it,” Logan says.

Aemond looks at Aegon. “Well, I guess our escapade is officially over, thank God. Of course, everyone can stay. We have the space...”

“It was supposed to be just us,” Aegon complains and walks to the door. “Look, it's not even that bad outside.”

He opens the door, and a freezing wind makes a bunch of leaves and sticks enter the house, then slams the door shut. He grits his teeth.

“Just for one night,” Daeron finally gives in and looks at Willa. “At least until tomorrow when things calm down, and we can look for somewhere to stay. We wouldn't even have to see each other's faces.”

“Daeron, it's fine. I don't mind spending time with your family,” she smiles, so delighted with the idea that Floris finds it a bit funny she wants to be part of the messed up gang.

“Yes, Daeron. As if we were going to tell about the time you got lost in the woods, and we found you bathed in cow shit,” Aegon laughs, but no one laughs with him.

“That was you,” Helaena reminds him. “Two years ago.”

“Oh. And what about the time he tried to ride a bike on a beam and fell into a cactus?”

“Again, that was you,” Aemond says this time. “You were drunk as a skunk and insisted on doing it even though everyone told you not to.”

“We pulled thorns out of your ass for three days,” Annika recalls tiredly, then smiles at him. “You've always been a classy boy.”

Aegon looks at her with crossed arms. “At least I didn't ruin my father's wedding with a tantrum.”

“At least I didn't ruin an entire debutante ball,” she mutters back.

“Still on that? It's been years, woman!”

“I have the right to be mad...!”

“Okay, let's not go there,” Aemond warns, placing his hands on Annika's shoulders. Willa hugs Daeron's arm, confused. “We have to endure each other for just one night. Let's not start fighting. We all had fun together before.”

“He's right. You shouldn't fight, even Aemond is trying to get us to have fun,” Helaena suggests, and everyone bursts into laughter. Logan and Willa, more out of obligation than anything else. “I have an idea.”

“Should we get into the hot tub while we drink?” Aegon says, hopeful.

“Are you insane? It's only six in the evening. What are you, a savage?” Floris questions. He opens his mouth to reply, and she shakes her head. “Please, don't answer that.”

“I was going to suggest that we try to cook something. Like... a dinner. And we should all chip in.”

Everyone looks at Annika, who opens her mouth surprised. “Why are you all looking at me? Aegon blew up the microwave making sausages.”

“Yes, because you told me to wrap them in aluminum foil,” he crosses his arms.

Daeron looks at them puzzled. “I thought Aegon was alone when his microwave exploded. Alone and drunk.”

“I told him via text,” she quickly adds. Aegon snorts. “And as a joke.”

"That joke cost me a new kitchen.”

“Well, most of us know not to put metals in the microwave. So, we can make dinner without any problem.”

Annika crosses her arms. “Well… I want an apron.”

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“Logan! Be more careful. This is cashmere!”Annika yells; she's wearing gloves, a chef's hat, and an apron she found in the utility room. No one exactly knows how, considering she hasn't touched anything, but her apron is stained as if she had worked for hours in a fast food factory.

After trying for a while to get her to chop an onion, they gave up, deciding that Annika would slow them down more than help. Aemond and Aegon hadn't been the epitome of efficiency either, so it boiled down to Hel, Floris, Willa, Logan, and Daeron. But they let Annika decorate the cookies while Aegon tried to steal the dough mix.

Logan makes the girls laugh enthusiastically, even Daeron at times.

“I don't like him” Aegon tells Aemond, drinking what's left of his beer. “How do we know he's not a serial killer? Showed up at our door out of nowhere.”

Aemond rolls his singular eye. “Yes. He looks ruthless helping Hel and Annika put sprinkles on the gingerbread man cookies.”

“It could be poison,” he argues, watching as Logan puts icing on Annika's nose, and everyone laughs. “It's not even funny.”

"They seem to think it's hilarious," Aemond replies disinterestedly, while meticulously setting up his glass chess set. “Do you want to play?”

“Can we play strip chess?”

“No.”

“Then, no. But maybe Floris wants to play,” Aegon points to the girl sitting on the kitchen counter, surprisingly quiet amidst the symphony of laughter around her. “Are you going to tell me what happened between you two?”

“Of course. When you tell me why you've been staring at Annika incessantly since she arrived.”

Aegon sighs and settles into the couch. “You know I've always been protective of her. Same with Helaena and Floris. Mother always encouraged me to do it.”

“Well, you seem more jealous than anything, and I don't see you very concerned that your presumed serial killer is clearly interested in our sister,” Aemond points out. Aegon looks at them and furrows his brow.

“Of course not. It's Helaena. She wouldn't...”

“She wouldn't what?”

“Ugh. That’s disgusting,” he mutters at the thought of his younger sister in a relationship.

“Guys, look,” Helaena approaches them as if they summoned her. She holds a tray freshly taken from the oven. “We made us, cookie version!”

Aegon furrows his brow and points at a gingerbread man with a questionable appearance. “What happened to this one?”

“That's you,” she says with a smile. Aemond bites his inner cheek to stifle a laugh. “Annika said she had technical difficulties.”

“It looks like a voodoo doll,” Aemond remarks. “I'd be careful.”

Aegon grumbles and gets up from his seat. He heads to the kitchen annoyed, where Annika is trying to scrape dough off the marble countertop along with Willa and Logan. “Want to smoke a cigarette?”

She looks at him, bewildered. “I'm busy.”

“I'm sure they can finish without you,” he tells her, taking her wrist to drag her to the backyard. She removes the apron, puts on a coat, and her Moschino boots, earning a disgusted look from Aegon, the cigarette hanging between his lips. “Those are the ugliest boots I've ever seen in my life.”

“Well, I have to endure your face on Christmas...”

“Cut the bullshit,” he says, lighting his cigarette and offering Annika fire to light hers. “You've been avoiding me. And now you're more passive-aggressive than usual. People’s starting to notice.”

“I've been avoiding you because you've been avoiding me,” she reminds him, her tone suddenly turning acidic. Aegon knows it well. It's because he's gotten under her skin. “You didn't return my calls, and obviously, I stopped trying. The message was more than clear.”

“Please, it was a relief for you that I didn't return your calls. It's exactly what you wanted,” Aegon points out. “You haven't set foot in your house since spring. Did you not want to run into me?”

“You didn't go to Floris's birthday to avoid running into me. You didn't visit Helaena to avoid running into me. You couldn't even return her calls because you couldn't face her and lie to her face.”

He opens his mouth, but chooses his words carefully. “I guess we've both been avoiding each other, then.”

“Maybe it's for the best, you know?” She shrugs. “Lying became exhausting. I was tired of pretending I was somewhere when I was actually with you. We can't do that.”

“It was good,” Aegon admits.

“Just not good enough for you to want to stop lying to everyone about it,” she deduces, pursing her lips into a thin line as she exhales smoke through her nose. “I understand.”

“I don't think you do,” he says, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand, noticeably uncomfortable. “The problem wasn't that you weren't good enough, quite the opposite. The problem is, you're my little sister's best friend. I've known you forever. It's...”

“If you tell me I'm like your little sister, I'm going to kick you,” she warns. Aegon shakes his head, amused.

“I can't do that to Helaena. I've ruined many things for her and my brothers. I don't want to ruin one of the best things she has. We wouldn't have worked, you and I. You belong with her, not with me.”

Annika nods. “Okay.”

“So, are we good? At least because we're stuck here on Christmas?” He asks, hoping that's the case. But he knows with Annika, things are never that simple. “We can call it a truce.”

“Sure,” she smiles and puts out her cigarette on the floor. Aegon wants to say something else, because he knows he’s hurting her…

But he doesn’t reach for her.

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Willa bites her lip while rummaging through her suitcase. Daeron's room is impeccably clean, and she finds it amusing that he has a solar system décor clearly chosen when he was a child.

“I don't even remember the order of the planets nowadays,” he says to excuse his questionable interior decorating decision.

“Daeron. Can I ask you something?” She says, a bit curious. Her boyfriend settles on the bed with his arms behind his head and nods. “Aegon and Annika...?”

“Ugh. I don't even want to start talking about them,” he sighs as if the topic bores him.

“What did they mean by what they said about the debutante ball-“

“Oh, no. No,” the room's door opens, and Floris walks in unannounced. “We really don't talk about August 15, 2017. It's more like strictly forbidden.”

“Jesus Christ! Can I help you with something?” Daeron asks. “You should’ve knocked first.”

“Hide me until Aemond gets bored of playing chess and invites me to play.”

Daeron rolls his eyes and pats the side of his bed, inviting the girl to sit.

“I'm sorry for interrupting and eavesdropping. Just came to pretend I'm busy.”

“That's okay,” he says. “Willa wanted to know what happened at the debutante ball. If you want the full backstory, we have the right person here.”

“We shouldn't talk about it,” Floris reminds him.

“She's been my girlfriend for a long time. And she's staying much longer... Or not if my family scares her away by barging in unannounced.”

Floris sighs. “You're manipulative. If she's going to stay, then she has to know. And she has to know to never, ever speak on the subject. And no one can know that you know, understand?” Willa nods and sits on the bed with her legs crossed, ready to hear the story.

“You have to swear never to speak of it. If you do, you'll have to turn your firstborn to the devil, and your lineage will be cursed for generations,” Daeron jokes, stretching his leg slightly to playfully hit her. “Think of our children.”

“You two are disgustingly adorable,” Floris laughs, then turns serious as she starts telling the story. “So, it's 2017. Helaena, Annika, and I are, what? Sixteen, seventeen, and we're going to be presented in society. We had months of preparation; wardrobe, our escort, everything had to be perfect. Now that you've seen what Annika's like, I'm sure you can understand the level of detail she put into her preparations. Two years before... Her mother had passed away. It was tough for her, and for Alicent too since they were very close friends.”

“Oh, I didn't know that.”

“Yeah. The thing is, Alicent and Freya, Annika's mother, always wanted Aegon to be Annika's escort for her debutante ball. It was a perfect idea, the first male heir of the Targaryen family and the first daughter of the Lannister family. We all assumed it would be that way... Until two months before the ball, Aegon said he wasn't going to do it. Without any explanation. He was in college, so there really was no way to force him. He showed up on the day of the ball, drunk, and at the end of the dance, for no apparent reason, he attacked Dalton Greyjoy, Annika's escort. It was a disaster. They tried to separate them, but they beat each other up. They knocked down a sculpture, broke a table, and ruined the dress of Annika's mother. Aegon's family paid for all the damages, but since then, they don't take him to any social events.”

Willa looks like she's turned pale. “It's... Wow.”

“Annika and Aegon have hated each other since then. I mean, they always had a strange relationship, but it got worse after that, rightfully so. They keep the peace for Helaena's sake more than anything, and I think after so much time, they've learned to forgive each other,” Daeron says. “I wouldn't even bother trying to understand them.”

Willa nods. “I understand. I... I would never have imagined something like that. They have a strange energy, but I never would've thought they got along badly.”

“Hey!” Annika suddenly opens the door, making everyone startle. She smiles, mischievous. “What are you talking about?”

“School,” Daeron says simply.

“Relationships,” Floris replies at the same time.

Annika frowns.

“Relationships and school,” Willa clarifies.

“Okay... I came to invite you to play. We don't have a board game for this many people, but we thought it would be fun to play something more... Dynamic.”

Daeron straightens up to sit on the bed. “Like what?”

“Never Have I Ever,” Annika says, a sly smile on her face.

[thecursedcreator]

I just realized it's halfway through artfight and I haven't posted any of my attacks yet here!! oopsies

Characters and their creators from top to bottom, left to right:

Cindy Castle - pinkplasma | Angu - KalaneNeko | Cupid - cupidscandle | Velvet - VelvetBive | Nami - @dozingpeach | Piper - greasedsausage | Aspen - winstonwarrior12 | Rhys and Layla - @jils-things | Air, Felix, Ebony, Sello, Justin, Fabian, Lilith, Palu - @plugnuts | William, Kye, Yuexing - Prince Kurogane

[writerfae]

Okay, I don't think this one will actually help, but do I understand correctly that Callan is technically Cyrus' boss?🤣 Because, I can see Callan being professional with him, meanwhile he spent the morning listening to Aiden rant about him

What is Callan afraid of?

I know he likes to stress bake in the modern au(me too, man) but what are his hobbies in the fae realm?

This isn't a question but I know he loves flower crowns and that is just the cutest thing ever😭

What was it like when he finally introduced Henry to Rhys because I know that in his character spotlight he said something about Rhys scaring him away 🤣

I know somewhere it says that hes one of the youngest kings in history, and i know the rulers have meetings sometimes with each other so how does everyone else feel about Callan being so young?

What was it like when Henry asked for his hand in marriage?

What was their wedding like?

For now this is all i have but I'll send more if I think of anything! Good luck with gathering enough facts!

Also, I think if i could talk to one of your ocs I'd talk to Callan. Idk what we'd talk about, but I feel like it'd be a very nice conversation!

Also, also: Hugs Callan really tightly: I love you!

First off, thank you so much for your questions! I really appreciate it!

And yes, technically Callan is the boss of Cyrus. So is Henry, since he’s officially leader of the royal guard xD

Callan is afraid of losing the people he loves (Henry especially) and of failing as a king. Also of sickness. Those are his deepest fears.

Sadly, Cal doesn’t have much time for hobbies, but when he can make some time, he likes poetry, reading and botany.

Rhys did not scare Henry away, that much is clear xD he did embarrass Callan a bit though and pokes fun at them for being love birds. But their meeting went well and Rhys likes him (he passed Rhys’ test you could say), so it’s all good xD

Callan is indeed one of the youngest kings in fae history. For fae standards he’s barely even a grown up (or well, he is now but he wasn’t when he took the throne).

So of course the other rulers thought he was too young and naive to be a king. The queen of the Aspen Court (Rhys’ mother) believed in him though and defended him in front of the others. And soon Callan proofs her right and the others wrong, because he’s doing a good job ^^

Henry asked for Callan’s father’s blessing before proposing to Callan. He was afraid that he wasn’t good enough, but the king reassured him that as long as he loves Callan, that was more than enough. So then Henry proposed and Callan instantly turned into a crying mess because he has dreamed of this and now it’s finally happening!

Their wedding was a typical fae wedding, of course it was a huge thing cause that’s a ROYAL fae wedding. That’s THE event. After they made it through the official part and enjoyed their feast a bit however, the two snuck away for some alone time, they needed that xD

Callan is a good choice for having a conversation with, it would certainly be a nice chat. Also you can gush over Henry together!

Thanks again for the questions!!

[rebouks]

I'm gonna be the realest with you rn and say that I haven't read Somnium (yet?) and I'm just following FIB as you upload, so I caught myself wondering what Oscar's job is! I'm not completely clueless though: I checked some older posts and from what I saw, I assumed he's a hacker and worked for a criminal gang? But what about now? Just a freelancer? And what about Courtney? What does homegirl got going for her? Tbh I'd love to know the profession of all your sims! Pls don't mind my lazy ass :')

Haaah! I can't say I blame you tbh since it's quite an investment at this point (still worth it imo tho LOL) but yeah, it's hard to catch up sometimes skjkdj <- me currently tryna catch up on a bazillion stories omg

Let's cover as many as we can! lmk if I miss any tho 🙈

But yessss.. Oscar is a freelancer programmer at the moment! He's VERY good at it but moved away from his naughtiness on that front for the most part 🤭 it works really well for him since he's not too great with structure and can work from home! (his office still SUCKS tho ;-;)

Courtney - Stay at Home Mom! She used to work at a garden centre and she's had a million n' one jobs before that too, she doesn't know what she wants to do 🙃 she'll think abt it some more when the kiddos are all old enough for school tho probs...

Ivan - Mechanical Engineer - haven't thought abt this one too much, I imagine he works at some kinda factory looking after/fixing all the machines tho idk 🤔

Bruno - Landscape Gardener

Noah - Artist! He has his own gallery now too and he scouts/stocks other peoples work as well as his.

Aspen - Yoga Teacher - kinda casual tho since Noah makes enough for both of em n' then some.

Sidney - Retired A&E Doctor! Still works the odd shift to help out tho cos she can't help herself.

Alton - Retired Charity Worker (FOR THE TREEEES! 🌲)

Alma - Semi Retired Medium/Tarot Card Reader

Mack/Kobe - Mechanics (still own their lil garage in the Harbor)

Darien - Accountant (a very GOOD accountant & only slightly dodgy these days, plenty of legal ways around the law u kno 😉)

Wyatt - Unemployed! Man's got enough money to last several lifetimes but messes with a lot of stocks, he'll tell people he's an Investor)

Brynn - Stay at Home Mom! She's quite social tho, I can see her getting a job in a cafe or smth when the kids go to school just for fun)

Tilda - Seamstress! She works with a slightly eccentric woman in her shop in the Bay

Tristen - Pizza Boy/Lifeguard! He works with Kara in a cute lil takeaway in town at night, but by day he picks up shifts as a lifeguard on the beach, especially in spring/summer 🌊 He has his own place now!! 🏠👀

Mia - Paramedic! She works a LOT

Suzie - Dog Sitter/Groomer - she has her own grooming station in the garage/outhouse so basically works from home!

Miya - Mixologist!

Rhys - Photographer - he's mostly done weddings/events in the past but he's working toward doing more projects of his own since he has a studio now! 📸

Tommy - Psychiatrist (Still doing his residency tho)

[lilleputtu]

I just love sending my sims to the Village Green, it always brings a smile to my face.

[beatrixharper]

made some portraits for our headmates to put on our neocities about page realised we've never posted about ourself individually so here's all our pronouns (this stuff and more info on each headmate individually (like gender stuff or dumb bullshit like homestuck classpects) is all up to date on our neocities too btw)

First Row: Emilia (She/Her) • Robyn (She/They) • Edenri (She/Her) • Naomi (It/Its) • Fumi (She/Her) • Clementine (She/It) Second Row: Rhys (Ki/Ker/Kers) • Aspen (Xe/Xem/Xir) • Pyre (He/Him) • Thirteen Bleeding Vines (He/Him) • Felix (He/Him) • Aether (Ze/Zem/Zir)

[denkigal]

Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros My rating: 2 of 5 stars !!!SPOILERS!!!

So this book starts right off the bat with Violet entering this weird death games style initiation to get into war college which is wild, because if you’re in the middle of a war WHY would you start culling your own people? Like surely your enemies are doing their best to cull your people already, why help them along? Like I understand only wanting the best, the strongest, the smartest candidates to ride your dragons, I get that, but surely all those kids that died could have just been reassigned? You can never have too many medics, or too many strategists, or too many literally anything else??? Why is this college so proud of its death count? Y’all are not gonna have citizens left to defend if you kill everyone. Also I find it very difficult to be invested in some of these characters, like I understand the formula of a love triangle and Dain is just so obviously NOT the guy, like he gives me Aspen from the selection vibes, I know he is not going to end up with Violet, so why should I care about their interactions. I know she’s going to end up with that weirdo Xaden, who for stupid reasons wants to kill her. Once again we are at War College, surely we have bigger things to worry about than targeted harassment to the first year whose mother you actually have an issue with. Grow up Xaden. AND THEN IT TURNS OUT HE IS JUST HORNY he doesn't want to kill her he just wants to sleep with her! and speaking of their little love story felt so forced I can't say I'm a fan. The dragons are dope though and literally appeared at the right time because I was about to DNF until Tairn showed up, I really liked him and the other dragons and honestly would have liked a book from his POV instead. The rest of the book was still hella boring but the dragons were cool af! Dain as predicted got old real fast, he was annoying and I mean I get not trusting Xaden but why would you distrust your childhood best friend man? My thoughts are sort of all over the place, Jack Barlowe was annoying as hell and I didn't feel at all back when Violet killed him. Which speaking of what was his problem with her anyway? like it really did feel like he was written just to hate the mc and the author didn't really care to establish why? SPEAKING OF WHICH is Fourth Wing just Acotar and Red Queen mashup fanfiction? I mean Xaden is basically Azreal, and their mind speak thing is very Rhys and Feyre, and then Violet has lightning powers and a dead brother who isn't actually dead? (LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT THAT, i knew they were mentioning dead bro too much for it to be nothing) ALSO how does Violet's chronic disability work exactly? coz it only ever seems to be a problem for plot conveniences and by the end of the book its never even mentioned, surely that isn't how actual chronic pain works? Back to the dragons, I thought it was kind of convenient of Violet to bond with 2 dragons, the first in history to do so okay Mary Sue calm down girlie! like what was the point of bonding with 2 dragons? was it just so they could deus ex TIME STOP their way out of shit? which also begs the question why save Liam's life if you were just gonna kill him in the end? The least annoying character in the entire series and he's dead??? you could have killed Xaden, or Dain? OR ANY OF THE COUNTLESS ANNOYING CHARACTERS in this book gdi! Now that I know Death School is aware of the BBEG it makes even less sense that they're fine with the culling of their people, i hope the bad guys win just because these people in charge have got to be the worst government in existence, and that's saying something, I live on earth! Anyway this gets 2 stars for Violet's 2 dragons the end. (am i going to read book 2? maybe…not anytime soon though) View all my reviews