#She's wearing nice and expensive things and being loved by her father.

[lesmisscraper]

The Ray of Light in the Hovel, Mlle. Ursule returns. Volume 3, Book 8, Chapter 8.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

[sidsinning]

To expand on Lucifer's neglect more

Yes he loves Charlie dearly, yes he showers her with his love and affection and semi-approval ("it's uh...got a lot of character!") when he sees her after all these years for the first time, yes he is desperately trying to switch back her reliance on Alastor to reliance on him- all these feelings are real and strong when she's right in front of him

-but when she isn't he is back in his own little world and rubber ducks. When he doesn't see Charlie in person she becomes white noise to him besides fleeting moments of courage and pining he gets to try and connect with her again. These are the moments where he regains a bit of clarity on just how fucked his family situation is.

He knows he has to maintain his connection with her somehow while also battling his own depression and urge to isolate and block off the rest of the world. They're in limbo of whether or not their relationship will finally be unrepairable, also expressed in how him and Lilith are not fully divorced, but still separated, with him still clearly loving her bc he still wears his wedding ring.

I love him, I think his love for Charlie is stronger than anything in his life, and I know he'd do anything he could for her (besides the one thing she asked which is very unluckily directly connected to his trauma)

But it's true that he doesn't listen to her, doesn't keep up with how her life is going, and has remained estranged from her as a child through her adult life for years for whatever reason (smtg implied through this flashback we don't understand yet, and/or his mental health issues)

For Charlie at this point, she's not a kid anymore, so just getting a call from him once in awhile is not enough if he still isn't addressing any of the issues that have built up between them, which has made her susceptible to being tricked by Alastor's empty words of praise and bonding

During Hell's Greatest Dad he isn't trying to address anything she's told him to, just trying to fix the surface level physical issues with the hotel to satisfy her- she looks uncomfortable the whole time he's trying to give her a sales pitch while smiling at everything Alastor says bc he is getting to her emotional needs, bc the bastard sees right through the father-daughter pair's issues

"I have angel powers! I can give you mountains of expensive things!"

"I'm always here for you! I'm so proud of you and all you've accomplished! We've grown so close bc I've always been by your side (unlike a certain someone 😇🐍🍎)"

He's excited when she asks him to come over, and we're excited for him to finally see his daughter he seems to love so much who doesn't talk to him, but from their conversation it is very much shown that Charlie is the one who has been more desperate to remain connected to him. She always updates him on her life when she can and asks him if he's paying attention to her- which he doesn't. Leading to her disappointment and/or annoyance with only jobs for her or random calls where he talks about smtg irrelevant.

I am a Lucifer stan through and through, but it is undeniable that he has not been a good dad despite being a good person. Now he's stepping up and reconnecting to Charlie again as she's fully accepting of him which is sweet.

It's also nice to see that helping Charlie and reconnecting with her is what brings him true happiness in life- bc of his anxiety and trauma he avoids the thing he knows deep down is the underlying cause of his unhappiness- his distant family and confronting their fractured relationship

So now that he's addressed a major part of the root of his depression, he stopped isolating himself, is being active, and given himself smtg productive to do, so his anxiety is down :)

Helping Charlie addressed how broken hearted he was over his family splitting, and restored the faith in humanity and good he lost after he was banished from Heaven and failed to redeem sinners when he tried

Shshsjdjdkfk I just love the characterization we get in just 2 23 minute episodes, even though the pacing is undeniably insanely fast and I would have preferred more time to marinate in it- but what can you do about capitalism vs. artistic freedom

[kiwi-on-ice]

Sugar daddy headcannons with Ashe, Hanzo, Sombra and Lifeweaver with fem!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics present in some, sex toys, just general filth

Notes: Listen, sometimes a girl just needs someone to pay them to be pretty, okay? Just some silly headcannons of the characters I think would spend the most money on their partners.

Ashe:

Oh baby, she’s the DEFINITION of a sugar daddy. Nothing on earth can stop her from spoiling you.

New clothes, new nails, new accessories, new car, new hairstyle…all bought without a second thought and a slap on your ass. I mean if you’re gonna be the special doll of the leader of the deadlock gang, you’re gonna have to look the part.

Especially if she’s planning on having you sit on her lap during a meeting. Wants your nails done and a new dress on you so everyone can look on in jealousy that you’re hers.

Yes that also extends to lingerie. She’s gonna buy you the most expensive types, with different colours, textures, everything. Typically as a present, an apology for when she goes away for one of her heists or a business meeting.

But it doesn’t stop there, she’ll get you anything just to keep you happy. Any nerdy interest you have, or food you’ve always wanted to try. She’s a generous woman with her money, but only for you.

And hey…maybe she does expect a little sugar in return, but it’s not like you’re complaining. When she’s deep in your cunt, strap pounding away as she groans, buying one that stimulates her clit the more she thrusts into you.

Definitely the type to coo at you “awe baby, you bein’ good for me? For your sugar daddy? Gonna give me some sugar so I keep spoilin’ your fine ass?” while you’re gasping for air at how good she’s railing you.

Yeah she ain’t calling herself a sugar mommy, no no she’s your sugar daddy, and you know your place.

Hanzo:

Yeah he’s definitely into being a sugar daddy for you, especially while he was still part of the shimada clan.

He’s a busy man, and a busy man needs some stress relief. So having a pretty thing like you certainly helps those urges after a shitty day.

Kinda nonchalant about spoiling you, tossing you a wad of cash and demanding you to get something pretty to wear tonight, or to get your nails redone after one chipped off.

He doesn’t spend a lot of money, so he might as well spend it on you, if you’re good that is. Stay well behaved and don’t mouth off and you’ll get rewarded.

Always has a catch though. If he pays to get your nails done, he always wants a demonstration that night of how they look. Which almost always involves your pretty fingers wrapped around his dick, while he gets out a gruff “they look nice angel” as you pump him.

Or if he buys you a new car, so he tests how good you can drive it by fingering you while you drive around some backroads. After all, if he’s gonna buy you a pretty car, gotta make sure you won’t crash it and wreck it, right?

But hey if your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers means you have to stop the car, he can think of another way of proving you deserve the vehicle, which is how you’ll find yourself bent over the seats with his cock in your mouth.

The man is always buying you lingerie, because those are gonna be your permanent underwear now. Every time you undress, he expects to see one of the pretty sets he got you, so he can peel them off himself. Sometimes if you go to a formal event, his hand may go wandering up your dress to feel the material of your panties to make sure.

Definitely isn’t into being called a sugar daddy though (father issues and all that), so best stick to sir.

Sombra:

Another serial lingerie buyer. Loves hacking into your online wish lists to get you things, but lingerie is her fav. Yes she will be buying purple sets the same colour as her hair.

Also gonna buy you bodysuits too, lace ones with matching stockings and garters; all of it. She’ll leave it in a nicely packaged box on your bed (and mostly likely watch your reaction through the cameras she had you install in your house)

She’ll make you send her pictures and videos of you in the clothes she buys, will save it to her phone’s folder titled ‘my investment💜’. If she’s feeling in a particular mood, she’ll text you instructions on what she wants you do to in the videos, like how to touch yourself or what to say.

But she’s not shy about buying you anything that you want, or more importantly anything she thinks you need. This includes the best electronics on the market, phones, laptops, headphones, tablets, anything. All encrypted of course, the only person who should be able to hack into your stuff is her.

She might tease you by calling herself your sugar mommy, but not with a serious tone. She knows that you’re more to her than just a sugar baby. And she knows that it’s not just her money that keeps you around, you’re addicted to her.

And she proves it, by having you sit in the apartment she pays for, in your pretty purple lingerie she got you, bouncing up and down on a dildo she sent you, in front of your new phone as she watches from her computer set-up, a smirk on her face at how obedient you are. And hey, if her fingers find themselves on her aching clit, who’s gonna stop her?

Lifeweaver:

Nghhhhhh I’m going feral. You know this man has money, if his family's wealth is anything to go by. And he’s gonna be spoiling you to death.

Honestly it turns him on to buy you the finest things in life, especially if you aren’t used to such luxuries. Just watching your eyes light up at what he’s bought you, at what he knows you deserve, has his dick rock hard.

He’ll most likely get you jewellery the most, the finest he can of course. And he obviously takes note of your preferences; if you only wear silver, the silver it shall be, or if you only wear gold, that’s what you’ll have on your neck and fingers and ears.

If it’s a necklace he’s bought you, he’ll insist on putting it on for you. Securing it around your neck, he’ll lean in to press kisses along the back of you neck and shoulder, worshiping you. If he’s bought you a ring, he’ll kiss from your knuckle up your arm, spurred on by your giggles.

Nothing is too much for you, even if you’re too shy to ask for what you want. If he sees your eyes lingering on a particular bag or necklace or outfit, he’ll make a note to get it for you later.

Will insist you try everything on for him that night too, your pretty dresses and tops and skirts and leggings. Will have you do a twirl so his eyes can roam your entire form, before giving you the sweetest, most indulgent compliments.

And then you’ll probably find yourself sat on his plush bed in front of the mirror, as he’s on his knees eating you out like a man starved. Murmuring against mouthfuls of your cunt to look at how pretty you are in the mirror. Instructing you to repeat it, to tell him that you deserve the best things and that you’re the prettiest girl in the world as you gush on his tongue.

Definitely does not like the term sugar daddy, as it implies he’s only buying you things with the expectation of sex. But I mean, if you really want to call him daddy, he’d do anything to make you feel good.

[soap-ify]

single!dad price thoughts are invading my head tonight so i'm just thinking about reader being the new neighbour of price and his sweet little daughter after just having gotten rid of your awful previous life.

notes price is a little sick in the head in the end but i love myself a man a little bit insane.

you had just moved into a new town after your boyfriend — more like ex — had kicked you out of the apartment you both lived in after an argument he started and escalated to the point of no return.

he was a toxic weirdo anyways.

you had picked out a nice small apartment in the nearby town with the little money you had, and even applied for a job in the local supermarket. it was time to start a new life.

the first few days were just exhausting as you tried to manage this new job of yours and properly set your apartment up, calculating the future expenses and everything else. just too much work. plus it was too easy to get lost in a new town too.

though your neighbour was the sweetest man you had met. tall and rugged, yet having this sense of gentleness adorning his features constantly whenever your eyes would meet his, making your heart literally melt.

he had a little daughter too, definitely not older than five. her name was beth and she was the sweetest girl you had ever met, always coming to greet you whenever her father and her would spot you across the street, always urging you to walk with them, rambling everything about some silly stuff she liked. these types of interactions always seemed to happen, making you feel more and more connected to this little family, even making you feel as if you were a part of them.

john was always there to help you. got a leaking pipe somewhere in your bathroom? expect it to be fixed soon. ran out of vegetables? he was just about to go to the grocery store too! he’ll give you company.

he somehow always knew that something was going to go wrong in your apartment or literally anything else. he was observant, those blue eyes of his always taking note of each move of yours, reading you like an open book.

a part of you wished that he actually took fancy of you. he was just so different from all the other men in your life — he actually listened.

soon came a night where your heater just ran out, on a very cold night too. you were trying to get as much warmth as you could get from your blanket and even tried to make some hot chocolate, but nothing seemed to calm your shivering body down.

too overwhelmed and cold, you sheepishly made your way to your neighbour’s apartment door after wearing the warmest sweater you owned, feeling awful for disturbing john at this hour, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

john was quick to open the door once you knocked on it, surprised to see you at this late hour. his other hand held a glass filled with scotch while he was dressed lazily in a pair of sweatpants and a nice sweater, fully warmed up. he looked so cozy.

“h-heater broke and it’s too cold in my apartment… i don’t know what to do.” you managed to mumble out through your chattering teeth, your arms hugging yourself.

poor little thing. john’s eyes looked up and down your dishevelled form, a concerned frown soon making its way on his face. he should just go and fix your heater for you, but that’d take too long, right?

“no worries, love. why don’t you spend the night here? beth and i were just having a late night christmas movies marathon.” he cracked his signature smile, making you feel oddly warm all over again, eyes looking up at him with utmost gratitude and even some traces of fondness.

he guided you inside, showing you the way to the kitchen where beth was sitting, having jumped excitedly and rushed over to hug you tight with her little arms once she saw you. "hello!" she happily chirped, making you smile.

after john had given you some blankets, you sank down onto the couch next to him with beth in between you both, a relaxing feeling settling deep within you as your eyes looked over at the movie playing on the telly.

john’s eyes watched you throughout the movie, multiple ideas swarming inside his head. maybe he should secretly mess up your heater one day so you can come more and more to spend the nights here.

maybe he can somehow convince you to start living with them forever. after all, nobody had ever made him feel like this except you before, made him feel so obsessed.

[ohbabydollie]

schlatt dating a trust fund baby without him knowing or atleast the full extent of it and thinking he was the loaded one in the relationship until he meets her family (kinda like crazy rich asians type beat)

love ur stories btw 💕💕

thank you, thank you

schlatt always assumed he was the loaded one especially with how normal you seemed about talking with your family and growing up, never once bragging about having more or anything.

he assumed his family was probably slightly wealthier, you insisted on meeting his family. when it came to yours, you changed the topic and wanted to avoid bringing it up.

he assumed you had a falling out with them, maybe based on your choice to move away from them to texas or something else.

you never let him buy you expensive gifts, even when you had the same things for years and felt bad about him doing so anyways.

he assumed money held no value to you, which was decently true, just not in the way he thought.

and when it came to him meeting your family, you insisted on him not meeting your family, well not until he said he was ready to take anything they throw at him.

begrudgingly, you sent them a message, asking for a quick family reunion. nothing fancy is what you begged for but knowing your family, they would go all out.

first class tickets paid for by your mom, schlatt thought they just wanted you both to have comfortable traveling. a nice hotel for you two to stay in paid by your grandparents as a little gift when you said you would get a hotel instead of staying at the house. your father sending a chauffeur to pick you both up in one of the nicest cars you’ve seen the day he was going to meet them.

silently you prayed it wouldn’t change anything at all, especially not the way schlatt views you.

now you started to feel guilty for not being completely honest, moving to texas for a change of pace, something simple rather than the big homes you were used to. a job that had you on your feet 24/7 to know what it’s like to actually work for your money instead of having everything served to you on a silver platter.

how you were practically born with a golden spoon in your mouth, not even gold coated, pure gold.

it made you feel bad for telling schlatt that you moved out because they offered you a full ride in college and had a job to be able to pay whenever you went out with your friends.

as you both pulled up to the lavish house he asked, “is that the venue?”

you sighed, “no…that my childhood home” you said dreadfully looking at the house, watching as your family began pouring out of the house, dressed in what they would consider to be casual.

you awkwardly smiled at them and waved, waiting for the car to stop as you first stepped out, schlatt following behind.

they quickly surrounded you, all speaking at once, telling you to go inside, the gifts they had gotten you since they last saw you, etc.

then one of your aunts piped up, “and who’s this bum?”

“um, this is my boyfriend schlatt” you said looking back at your boyfriend.

he waved to them, feeling underdressed and confused seeing at they were wearing obviously lavish and higher quality clothing than him in his shorts and sweater.

“oh my, i hope he’s from old money based on the way he looks”

“Auntie!”

“what? he looks a little poor, we can fix him up if he can’t afford it” she says walking over to him

letting out a sigh, you immediately knew how long of a weekend visit this was going to be.

[siriuslysmoking]

Friends

Part 2 of Meddle About

Series Masterlist

A/N: Next chapter is a time skip. Kinda in a Chase Atlantic Era tbh. Also I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t look good in green.

Pairing: Fem!college student x sugar daddy!steve

Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, alcohol consumption, age gap (R:21, S:29), Reader has a memory about her grandpa (literally sum my grandpa used to do for me), Mention of bad family experience/relationships, No mention of race or body shape (except a hint at reader with big boobs)

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Working and being a student is tough, you never seem to have a moment to yourself, so when one of you co-workers needs a shift and offers to take your saturday night double, you take it. Finally going out with your friends you encounter a strange man with a strange proposition.

-Heart on your sleeve like you've never been loved Running in circles, now look what you've done (woo) Give you my word as you take it and run Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now (woo)-

Steve picks you up two days later. He's sitting in his Red BMW outside your cheap apartment and you feel a little self conscious about your home as he sits in his freshly cleaned expensive car.

The two of you had been messaging for a couple days and he has decided that instead of taking your measurements to the seamstress that it would be better to go in person.

You are worried, you haven't been alone with Steve, you didn't know what to expect.

Before you left your apartment you sent your friend your active location and Steve's whole name. You had asked for his entire name and he gave it willingly, understanding the need for safety.

He sits patiently in the front seat as you walk out your building's front door. He beams as he notices you, your appearance is nothing special, you are wearing a summer dress with converse and your normal jewelry and simple makeup.

You adjust the straps of your cross body bag as he exits the car and rounds the side to open your door. He looks like he wanted to give you a hug, but he seemingly thinks better of it.

Once you enter the car, he goes around and sits himself into the driver's seat. "Hi, how are you?"

"Good." You nod with a smile, meeting his eyes.

"How was your classes?"

"They were fine, I'm finishing up an Art History portfolio."

"That's good." He nods, adjusting the radio's volume for it to be a small ambiance music. "So, I wanted to talk more about this event with you."

"Okay," You adjust your body to face him. He puts the car in drive as he continues to talk.

"So, I work for this big company that my father used to run and we host a yearly charity event where we auction off art and different things for different charities." You nod along as he turns a corner, "I've never taken a date before and I've always been given shit for it. I don't want people's attention on my dating life when there is an auction for the homeless going on."

You nod not knowing what to really say to that.

He looks to you, not for an answer but for some sort of confirmation of your comfortability of the situation. "Are you still wanting to do this? I can turn around and lose your number if you prefer."

"No it's not that." You start to fidget with your hands, meeting his eyes at a red light. "It's just the only nice event I've ever been to is a wedding, so I don't know how to go about this. I mean- the nicest thing I own is my bridesmaid dress from my cousin's wedding."

"That's fine. I didn't assume that you would have a ball gown just handy- no sane person does." He laughs, "And just be yourself, no one else's opinion matters, you're coming so I don't go insane."

You laugh along with him, "I don't think I'll have a problem conversing with you, It's just I assume we'll be sitting next to people, what do you want me to tell them? That I'm a college student barely making ends meet as a waitress."

"Sure, I don't care." He shrugs, you give him a are you serious? look. "Tell them your plans after college, avoid questions you don't want to answer."

"You make it sound easy."

"Must be the years of practice." He smiles, adding to your comfort. "We're here."

You didn't even notice that you had shifted into park. Outside of a white dress shop with a black sign and matching window frames. It was a modern rustic feel. "Ready?"

You nod unbuckling and opening your door. When you stand on the pavement he gives you a playful scoff, "I'm supposed to get your door."

"My bad." You raise your hands in surrender, "I'll remember that."

He points a light-hearted accusatory finger at her and he utters with a smile, "You better."

You both enter the shop and he talks to the lady and the counter, talking about the appointment he made. "I wanted to ask, what's your favorite color? or what you look good in."

"I like blue and green and red." You huff out a laugh, "I'm not really against any color."

"Good, I told them that any color would probably work but you can talk to her about the different cuts and types of dresses you like."

"Okay."

He looks you in your eyes like he's searching for the answer that he hasn't even asked yet. "Are you sure about this? You can tell me to fuck off."

"You already asked me this, Steve." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Right, sorry."

"Don't be." You shake your head, following the lady that guides you behind a silk curtain.

"Hello, you must be Steve." The seamstress looks to you, "and you?"

You give her your name and she smiles as she asks for your regular dress size. You give it to her and she nods, grabbing the measuring tape that is wrapped around her neck like a scarf.

"Alright, let's start from the bottom." She motions you to step on an elevated platform. "arms up, hips and waist first."

You look to Steve who smiles as he sits down in the loveseat in the corner.

Four days later you get home from your day shift at work and see a car sitting out front.

The newly familiar BMW sits outside your apartment. He gets out as soon as he sees you walking down the street. "Hi."

You smile at him, "hey, what are you doing here?"

"Your dress is done and I thought that I would hand deliver it to you and if you feel comfortable I would love to see you try it on."

"Yeah! Sure, come on in." You wave him over as he grabs a big white box from his backseat.

He follows you up to your apartment while asking you about your day. You answer happily, asking him about his.

"Would you like something to drink or a snack?"

"I'm okay."

"Wanna get straight to the show?" You ask, his smiling as he makes himself comfortable on the beaten-up couch. He hums in agreement, motioning for you to grab the box. "Alright I will be right back, feel free to snoop, but I must say whatever you find that might in the slightest be embarrassing, just assume it's my roommate’s."

"Will do." He laughs as you turn to look back at him before closing your door.

Once you unfold it you let out a soft gasp. It is utterly breathtaking, it has a deep v-neck cut, spaghetti straps that don't seem very trustworthy to support you throughout the night. It has a slit in the side to give you more movement. It looks silk but has some stretch to it.

You strip down, pulling the deep green fabric over your body.

As you start to pull up the zipper in the back it suddenly gets stuck. You try to zip it three times before sighing and moving to your door. "Hey Steve, would you help me zip it up? I think it's stuck."

He looks up, meeting your eyes quickly. "Yeah of course."

You smile and turn around in the doorway as he comes up from behind you.

The fingers on your back make you shiver, you silently hope he doesn't notice the goosebumps growing on your arms. "There, just needed a little tug."

You turn facing him and realize that you are only inches away from him, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You both meet each other's eyes, locking into his hazel eyes. You don't want to break this little trans that you're both put in, but if it goes on any longer it might get awkward. You lightly whisper, "Thank you."

He clears his throat, taking a step back, and looks you up and down. "You look beautiful." He pauses, before clearing his throat again, "T-The dress fits great."

"It does fit, very well actually." You look down at yourself, "Nothing has ever fit me this well before, thank you."

"You're welcome." He smiles at you.

"You look like a fucking goddess." Mia whispers as she finishes up applying your lipstick. "I can't get over it. God, I need a Steve in my life."

Over the past two weeks Steve has taken you to a dress shop, out to lunch, out to dinner, and just regular shopping. It feels so surreal, you feel so weird saying this but this does not feel like something that would happen to you.

"He's so sweet." You sigh, "and it's not even because he buys me things, like he refuses for me to open any door."

That hit a little too close to home. Growing up your grandpa used to yell at you if you would open the car door before he could come around the car and open the door for you. He would tell you that only a man worth keeping would open your door for you.

You smile at the memory.

You hear the doorbell and Mia seems to fucking giggle. She's truly living vicariously through you.

You walk to the door and open it to Steve who is wearing a black suit with a black button up underneath, he looked good.

"Woah-You look breathtaking, angel." He smiles.

"Thank you," You slightly whisper, "You don't look so bad yourself."

His smile seems to widen. Then his eyes drift to something behind you, you follow his gaze. "You don't have to hide, Mia."

You were surprised he remembered her name from the one time you mentioned it in a story, usually saying 'my roommate'.

"Hey, Steve." She walks out of the doorway she was hiding in, "'m not hiding, just watching from a distance."

He gives her a playful look and she just retreats to her room with her head down. "Oh, before I forget, here."

He shoves a black card into your hand. "It has twelve thousand on it, after tonight it might be closer to twenty."

"W-what?" You laugh nervously, "I thought you were joking about that whole thing."

"I'm a man of my word." He thrusts the card closer to you and you slowly take it with slightly shaky hands, "Shall we go?"

You smile and nod after shoving the card into your crossbody bag. He grabs a hold of your hand, guiding you down the stairs in your heels.

The drive was silent underneath the low sound of music from the stereo.

You travel downtown in no time and Steve drives the care into the line of the valet.

"Alright, I will be bombarded with work questions. Feel free to have as many drinks as you require, I will take you home tonight, so if it's just that painful, feel free drink your annoyance away."

"It's okay, Steve." You place your hand on his thigh, calling his rant to a stop. "I'm sure I'll be okay, you should meet my family, If I can deal with them I can deal with anything."

"Alright then." Steve nods and he looks down to his lap, that's when you pull away your hand, realizing that you had left it there.

You two join hands after he rounds the car, he helps you out and guides you up the stairs into the ballroom. The ballroom… It looked ancient, golden and white, sculptures and paintings on the ceiling. The white tiles floor is covered in circular tables.

“Let’s dance, so we can avoid the grating voices of others for just a few more minutes.” Steve speaks into your ear, guiding you onto the dance floor. 

“Uh-Steve, I don’t know how to dance.”

“We must’ve gone over this, yes?”

“No.”

“Okay, that’s okay, close your eyes and let me guide you. Put your hand on my shoulder and in my hand and I’ll help you.”

You close your eyes and his warm arm settles on your waist, pulling you closer into him. The both of you dance in silence, you feel his body heat against your front, oddly comforting you.

Once the song comes to a close he guides you to your table that’s in the middle of the dinning section of the ballroom. There is a stage up ahead, with the ballroom behind, and the tables in the middle section.

You sat next to him and he called over a waiter, there were a few people that arrived before you. “This is Billy… and his date,”

Steve kind of leaves the question up in the air, not knowing her name. “Charisa.” She smiles, leaning over the table to shake your head, you see the way she pulls her shoulders together to accentuate her cleavage, but you try to ignore that, getting it, she’s a pretty woman.

“And Tommy and his wife Melanie.” He pointed to the next group, Tommy looked at you with a smirk, he was the man from the other night who refused to call you your name and you recognize Billy as the one who is seemingly allergic to scallops.

“We’ve met you before.” Billy points at you.

“Um, yes, I believe we have.” You smile with a nod, he gives you a smirk, like he knows all of your secrets, Steve rested a supporting hand on top of your thigh that is peaking out from the slit in your dress. “I think you came to the restaurant that I work at, one day.”

The table goes quiet, but Mealanie smiles, “Is this the restaurant that you went to that you said that they had the most delicious Steak? Because I want to have a group there some night, but it’s awfully full recently with the holidays coming up.”

“Yes, I do believe that that was that restaurant.” Tommy says, not breaking eye contact with you.

“I would love some help getting a reservation for it, I could do you a favor of course or repay you in some way, but I would be so appreciative.”

“Of course! I’d be happy to help.” You smile.

“Wonderful! I’d love to get your number or something so we can hookup!”

“Perfect.” You smile wider, it’s starting to hurt, you’re not quite sure how you feel about this interaction, but Steve calms your nerves by rubbing his thumb up and down your thigh.

“The waitress, Steve?” Billy laughs, shaking his head. You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Steve, he just rolls his eyes, squeezing onto your thigh.

“We’re gonna go make our rounds, okay?” Steve announced, standing up and taking ahold of your hand.

You and Steve make your rounds and you stay quietly at his side while he says hello to his business friends.

The next few hours were nothing but ‘hello’, ‘how is the family’, ‘my mom’s good, how are the kids?’. That when both you and Steve get back to the table, the auction starts.

“So since we’re not bidding on anything we’ll just sit here.” He leans back against his chair, swishing around his liquor in his glass. “Need a refill?”

“No, I don’t think I need to drink until I drop.” You smile at him, also relaxing in your chair. “I’m having a nice time with you.”

“I am too, sweetheart, It’s much less painful with you here.” He looks to you, giving you a lazy smile, his eyes seem to sparkle and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting or the alcohol.

“This is nice, Steve.” You send the lazy smile back.

“Yeah…” He trails off quietly, his eyes looking down for a moment, glancing at your lips, you thought you had imagined it but when he does it again, you know that you didn’t.

He leans in closer and when you feel like he’s about to give in and close the gap between you the man on stage loudly says, “I’ve got four hundred thousand, do I hear five hundred?”

You hear Steve sigh from next to you, looking toward the stage.

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Zuko Alone

I'm hoping for some Appa this episode. It's been too long since he's gotten any good sight gags.

Zuko is cosplaying Clint Eastwood. He's also back to being stupid pale this episode.

You know it's a good thing that Zuko's not in the Fire Nation anymore because he really would have sucked at being Fire Nation. Robbing pregnant women is probably kindergarden level stuff for them.

How is Zuko in such bad shape? Last time we saw him he had a cave full of spoils robbed from rich people. Did he not bother to pack at least some of that stuff? Actually, not thinking far enough ahead to pack would be pretty in character.

Oof that would rub me the wrong way. Not enough money for a meal, but sure, let's use totally edible eggs as ammo.

Where'd the egg go?

Who is the scarred up hat wearing vampire and what happened to the real Zuko? Imposter Zuko just elected to not be provoked into a fight. Real Zuko would already be setting things on fire.

Just a bunch of thugs. Yep. It's consistently awesome how many of the facets of war this show can cover.

Imposter Zuko and Song's horse bird just got kidnapped. Did not see that coming.

Zuko kind of has arm bandages like Sokka has this episode. Also love the character detail that the boy has scraped knees.

Is the kid's dad the same guy as the man at the store? Or maybe this is a one haircut town?

So the guy who was near to fainting off his horse bird this morning is now turning down freely offered food? Could Zuko please shelve his pride for five minutes? Kudos to the mom for accurately reading his distaste for charity and turning it into a request for aid though. Although covering for the boy's egg trick is worth at least a meal.

Tangent!

I don't get Zuko. How can he still have so much pride when he's wearing rags and starving himself to feed Song's horse bird? I'm quite shameless when it comes to accepting help and I've never, ever been able to understand the whole 'too proud to accept charity' mindset. I'm always up for some charity. I have enough manners to offer to do the dishes after, but if you're offering free food I'm eating it. And I've never been in a situation as desperate as Zuko's. So I don't get this.

ok tangent over.

Peak rich kid behaviour. I hope those nails aren't expensive otherwise Zuko doing work for food might end up with this family out of pocket.

Is the wood grain on this ladder an actual photograph of wood grain?

Zuko has more patience this episode than he had for all of season 1 combined. He's also never gone this long without yelling. Either proximity to young children activates Zuko's otherwise mostly slumbering decency, or to fit him into a Fistful of Dollars homage the writers had to make him out of character.

If I had been in this situation when I was a kid, if I had been a) this visibly bored, and b) this nosy around guests, I would have been given a hammer and a bag of nails in three seconds flat. Also, nice to see a Sokka face from Zuko.

I get that 'a man without a past' is a staple of the cowboy genre, but the boy's father bringing up the privacy of the past twice in like two minutes makes me think he's done stuff he doesn't want to talk about. Seems both the parents have read Zuko right though.

Finally! Some pretty! I have been suffering! This may be the first really good pretty all season!

Bad news for the Appa decor on my blog. He may have been supplanted in my affections.

Two things: first, Zuko is a carbon copy of his mom. Second, That is way too much forehead.

Having Zuko's mom introduce herself by talking about the lengths mothers will go to for their children is not giving me foreshadowing anxiety at all.

Azula's been a bitch since birth. Noted.

Sir, your eyebrows. Also, yeah, I wouldn't want to play with her either.

Yikes this is making my teeth itch and my skin crawl. Calling it now, she's rotten to the core.

Zuko and Azula's dad has some weak ass genes. BOTH of his children are carbon copies of their mom.

Also, I was not expecting Zuko's very stupid ponytail to be a pre-scar thing. It is much better with a full head of hair.

If I had spent my childhood hanging out with an untouchable princess who set things on my head on fire for fun whenever I involuntarily displayed emotion, I'd be gloomy and apathetic in self defense too.

Sokka in this episode in spirit, if not in person.

Seriously that's the same face three times over!

Um, no? If Iroh doesn't make it back from the front, doesn't his son become next in line to be Firelord?

Can you hear all the unspoken "father thinks that" and "father says that" in front of every one of Azula's opinions in this whole scene? I stand by my assertion that she's awful anyways, but she's also obviously drunk much too much of her dad's koolaid, if you know what I mean.

This kid is going to get into so much trouble one of these days. Provoking the soldiers, nagging the mysterious stranger with the mysterious past, and now taking his weapons? Kid's sweet but he really needs to learn when to stop pushing his luck.

Stabbing dead, dried wood sounds like a great way to utterly annihilate the edge on those. Hope Zuko packed a whetstone.

Where is this patience coming from? I don't understand and it's BUGGING me.

Hold on. Technical problems.

My very basic DVD player sometimes has difficulty with these disks. Whatever happened between the above two screenshots, I've missed it. So picking back up from the one on the right...

Either these soldiers are impressively cowardly (which, yeah) or Zuko's really been working on his death glare, because they've got him outnumbered and out-armoured and they still back off.

OH it's parallels! Zuko's cousin and the boy's older brother. Got it. Kind of a false parallel though. Grandson of the Firelord does not equal earth kingdom conscript.

Give the demonstrably impulsive and nosy child a knife. That'll work out just fine I'm sure. Pretty sad the kid glommed on to Zuko so quickly, but it's also yet another realistic representation of the consequences of war. This show's good.

*shudders* theatre kids.

She's tiny! Do you know how darkly humourous it is to watch a two foot tall baby spout her father's murderous nonsense? Once again, in this whole scene, not a word out of Azula's mouth is actually Azula's.

"What is wrong with that child?" Apart from budding homicidal and psychopathic tendencies? Her dad. Her dad is what's wrong with that child.

Their dad has no subtlety at all. And also no brain? You think a day after the firelord finds out one of his family died is the right time to very boorishly make a play for the crown with you daughter as a prop? Could you possibly come up with a better demonstration of why this guy shouldn't be in charge?

How did this asshole land such a nice wife?

Yep. Siding with the old firelord on this one.

Does flashback Zuko sleep in his day clothes? Because that's not ok.

I like that their mom sees straight through Azula's lying here. She knows her daughter.

In a move that should surprise no one, everything Zuko touches turns to shit, as usual.

It's the Mexico filter!

Absolute truth from Zuko in that monologue. He's got them pegged. Too bad it fell on deaf ears. It's Zuko's curse, that whenever he approaches being remotely reasonable, he happens to be surrounded by people who will react in such a way that Zuko learns to equate being reasonable with failure.

An earthbender. The bare feet should have clued me in.

Last season Zuko and Iroh laid waste to like ten of these guys. And Iroh didn't even have pants. So what gives? Is he that starved?

Ursa pulling a Mufasa.

Don't answer don't answer don't answer

And he does.

Zuko is so very good at completely misinterpreting the point.

So we can add thief to the list of things that make Azula awful. Also that delivery of "who's going to make me? Mom?" is chilling. Zuko's lost his only defender inside this atrocious family and she knows it, he knows it, hell the turtleducks probably know it.

His dying wish? You guys buying that?

Ozai. That's his name. I'd forgotten that.

So... something something dead firelord something something missing mom something something maybe Azula wasn't actually lying this time?

Final Thoughts

The title wasn't kidding. Let's rename the show 'Avatar: the Guy who's Really Bad at Capturing Him' while we're at it.

There is now no way whatsoever that Zuko is not going to be redeemed. No writing team would invest that much energy and a whole episode into a character we're not ultimately supposed to root for. So somehow he's going to end up joining the Gaang. Don't know how he'll pull that one off. He's done some pretty not great stuff. And it's not like the Gaang watched this episode and unlocked his tragic backstory.

Speaking of, what prompted these reflections? I could understand if Zuko started to contemplate his cousin and the events surrounding his loss in the war after he learned about the family's older brother, but he was having flashbacks before he even got to town. Usually when there are backstory bits, there's a good reason to show them at that time, like how the Storm prompts Aang to think about the last storm he was in, or seeing a boat from his father's fleet prompts Sokka to remember what his dad told him. So what caused Zuko's memories to give him situationally appropriate flashbacks?

Pretty funny that he found the Nice Earth Kingdom Family that Azula predicted for him. And they are really nice! Either Zuko is an open book or the parents' social intelligence is off the charts because they're giving him exactly what he needs to feel at ease after barely a single conversation.

Speaking of Azula, I'm not surprised to find that she's always had deeply awful tendencies, even as a child of (I'm guessing) less than ten. But it cannot be ignored that, from the moment her father took a liking to her (as a tool to boost his own greatness, if not as a person), she didn't stand a chance. You can tell by the number of times that the stuff coming out of her mouth is a thinly veiled repetition of her father's unfiltered opinions, that she's been spending lots of time listening to him, probably while he puts down her mom and brother and talks about how she's the special one. You know what I'm getting at. Azula never stood a chance once her father got involved, and her mom lost the ability to influence her once her father started giving Azula praise for objectively wrong behaviour. That being said, Azula is awful even when she doesn't need to be awful for her father's approval, like when she's with her friends, so it's not all her father's doing. She's not a good person but she also had plenty of help to become that.

I guess Zuko and his mom are Fire Nation anomalies? And maybe Iroh has become that since his son died and he lost the war?

How on earth did Zuko survive as long as he did in the palace without his mom to protect him? What a no-win situation to be in. The only person in a whole nation with empathy.

This episode does makes Season 1 Zuko make more sense. He's been larping his dad as a defense mechanism for surviving the Fire Nation/probably a very futile effort to earn his approval. Although Zuko doesn't seem to care much for his dad if the tone he takes with him by the turtleduck pond is any indication.

Being banished was the best thing that ever happened to Zuko. The more distance between him and his remaining non-uncle family, the better. Between prioritizing his crew over capturing the avatar in the Storm, releasing the Avatar in the Blue Spirit, and now defending a random earth kingdom child this episode, it's hilarious how much Zuko HASN'T learned the lesson that Ozai banished him for not knowing. Don't get me wrong; that's a good thing. This episode plainly shows that behaviour that pleases Ozai is behaviour that should be unlearned as quickly as possible.

Zuko completely missing the point of his mom's last instruction is delightfully on the nose. But it also makes sense, which I may talk more about later.

How did Zuko hold on to his temper (and his volume) for a whole episode?

How did a show named after the main character get away with an episode that doesn't feature him at all? As a concept, this is such a strange episode. The writers were like "how can we kick start the woobification of Zuko? I know! A Spaghetti Western!" and it worked. Who comes up with that?

I now want at least as much, if not more, of Sokka and Katara's childhood via flashbacks. And more Gyatso please. If they can devote a whole episode to the childhood of a guy who isn't even a team member yet, they can show me some Sokka childhood shenanigans as a palette cleanser.

I really don't know what conclusion to draw about this episode. The writers have given me a massive backstory/trauma dump and I'm honestly like:

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Mending a Family 34/?

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It’s for the kids. It’s for the kids.

Jason shoveled the pile of pony crap to the side while fuming.

It was cold, he was far away from the warmth of a bonfire, and he was hungry. Having a fire core didn’t mix well with the cold.

The school had decided to do a small winter festival the day before winter vacation had started. Some local vendors had been invited, and a few people from the village had decided to visit the little festival.

Jason had been stuck with shit work because of his tardiness to the PTA meeting. That’s what he got for being a good Samaritan and stopping to help an old couple with a flat tire. By the time he had made it to the meeting, all the other jobs had been taken, and he had mysteriously been elected as the designated pooper scooper.

That was one point to Avril fucking Dubois.

Jason gritted his teeth as another pony crapped on the snow. He never knew ‘steaming pile’ was a literal thing.

It didn’t help that the cold made him cranky, and he hadn’t seen his family in a while.

Jason had given Jazz and Danny money so they could play the games and go to the booths to buy things.

Thankfully, the pony rides would close in an hour, giving Jason another two hours to walk around and have hot chocolate with his family. Jason was imagining the warmth of hot chocolate when he heard a snobby voice.

“You missed a spot, Jay. We wouldn’t want the children to step on something unpleasant, would we?”

Jason could feel his blood pressure rising as Avril and her snotty henchwomen laughed.

Avril was wearing a coat that Jason recognized as being from an expensive brand. She wore heels and her ever-present pearls. Who wore heels when they were going to be walking for long periods in the snow?

“Avril. How you’ve been? How’s your daughter? Do you even know where she is?”

Jason knew for a fact Sarah had been with Danny and Jazz last. The poor little girl was often neglected by her mother unless she wanted to show Sarah off. Poor Sarah always looked miserable when her mother would parade her around.

“How dare you? I know where my daughter is and actually take care of her. She has her mother, unlike your poor little boy.”

Jason rolled his eyes and ignored the woman. Eventually, she and her clique left. Jason finished his hour and happily left the area when the ponies’ handlers took them away. Jason was glad he decided to bring a change of clothes. He changed and went to look for his family.

He found his little family by the Christmas tree. Little Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

“Daddy,” Danny ran up to him and hugged him.

“Hey, chum, you having fun?”

“Yeah! I bought a few things and ate a lot of yummy food.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Jason knew the little girl had wanted to hang around Danny the whole time and even rode a pony alongside Danny. She was nowhere around now.

Jazz came up and handed him a hot cup of chocolate and something called a butter tart. Bless her heart. Jason felt the warmth go down and settle in his stomach. The heat helped a little with his bad mood.

“Her lovely mother showed up about an hour ago to drag her away.”

Jason winced. It was his fault Sarah had been taken away. He hoped the little girl wasn’t in trouble with her mother. He shouldn’t have brought her up and let Avril keep needling him instead. He made a mental note never to do that again. No matter his problem with Avril, he shouldn’t stoop to Avril’s level and bring the children in.

Danny took Jason’s free hand and looked at his father.

“It’s not your fault, daddy. Besides, Sarah and I had fun playing games the whole day.”

Jason sighed. He let go of the guilt for the moment.

“C’mon,” Jazz said, “you’re probably cold, and there’s a nice bonfire over there. We can buy marshmallows to roast.”

“Yeah, but first, I want another hot chocolate.”

Jazz smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll get you one. Here, take Ellie’s stroller. You’ve been busy all day and deserve some rest.”

“You sure? I can get it.”

Jazz stretched his cheeks.

“You’re freezing, have a fire core, and have been shoveling poo all day. Go have fun with your son and niece while I get more chocolate. You want some Danny?”

“Yes, please.”

Jason, Danny, and Ellie sat on the bench nearest to the bonfire. The licking fire felt nice. Danny scrunched his nose at the fire and sat on the ground, playing with bits of unmelted snow. Ellie was starting to nod off in her stroller.  

Jason called the guy selling marshmallows and bought two sticks. He gave on to Danny and took one for himself. Jason felt content watching the marshmallow start to brown when he heard Avril’s voice.

“And she also has a kid but with no father! Can you believe it? The brother has a son with no mother, and his sister is a hussy who doesn’t have a father for her daughter. She probably doesn’t even know who the baby’s father is.”

It didn’t take a genius to know who the bitch was gossiping about.

An older lady was tsking and gasping as Avril talked. He didn’t know who the older lady was. They were both roasting marshmallows, too. Jason was surprised Avril would even touch a marshmallow, let alone roast one.

“Those poor kids are going to grow up damaged,” the older lady said.

Jason gritted his teeth and glared at the fire.

He didn’t care if Avril talked bad about him, but she was going too far with talking shit about his family.

Thankfully, Danny seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to what Avril had said.

From his peripheral, Jason saw Avril take out the marshmallow and start to blow on it. Jason’s glare intensified. The marshmallow didn’t go out.

“What the…,” Avril kept blowing on the thing, but no matter how much she did, the fire didn’t go out. Suddenly, the fire intensified.

“Aww!”  

Avril let go of the flaming marshmallow, which fell on her expensive coat.

“Aww! Put it out! Put it out!”

It took Jason a moment to realize that he was the reason the fire wouldn’t go out. Oh, fuck. Jason took a deep breath and tried to get his emotions under control.

“No, not with that!”

Jason opened his eyes in time to see a man pouring hot chocolate on Avril.

“You idiot, that’s going to stain!”

“Mommy, daddy, what’s wrong,” Sarah and a boy who looked like a male version of Avril came running.

“Your father decided to ruin my coat! Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But mom,” the little boy started whining.

“Now!”

Avril had taken a few steps when she slipped on a patch of ice that had appeared suddenly. Jason flinched when she hit the ground hard.

He turned to look at Danny, but he was roasting his marshmallow, pointedly not looking at the drama that had unfolded.

“Honey, I told you not to wear heels.”

“Shut up, Harold, and help me up.”

As soon as she got up, she marched toward the parking lot.

“What happened there,” Jazz asked as she sat down and handed Jason the hot chocolate.

“Karma,” he answered. Jazz looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. Danny grinned at him and ate his marshmallow.

Jazz didn’t need to know what happened.

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my six of crows hcs

I need to read Crooked Kingdom but I can't for at least another week and it's killing me so take this very self indulgent list

Kaz Brekker

-He finds it really hard to apologize so he literally buys a gazillion super expensive gifts for whichever Crow, refuses to elaborate, and walks away. Matthias is mystified by this.

-Kaz hates emotional attachments with people because he could easily lose them like he lost Jordie, so he made them with his cane and gloves instead.

-For a while as a coping mechanism, Kaz legitimately treated 'Rietveld' Kaz and 'Brekker' Kaz as two different people. When he was triggered by something or other he told himself it was Rietveld messing with him.

-He researched Saints so that he could know and understand Inej's religion, even though he had no obligation to. He also pretends he hates hearing her talking about it but just hearing the passion in her voice makes Kaz happy.

Inej Ghafa

-Similarly to Kaz, she has emotional attachments to her knives because after her time at the Menagerie it became really hard for her to trust people.

-Inej learned how to walk silently at the Menagerie because she needed to sneak around in order to get stuff she needed to survive, whether it be food or something to stitch herself up with.

-She enjoys being on the sea because it gives her a sense of freedom similar to how acrobatics made her feel.

-Inej has never once pitied Kaz, just felt anger for what others (*cough cough* pekka rollins) had done to him. Every time she sees him panic she feels a mixture of sadness and pure rage.

Jesper Fahey

-Jesper has a diary because he feels emotions in a very big way and he needs some way to get them out. He hides it under his bed and let me tell you it is bright pink.

-When he is stressed (often) he plays with his guns. Like, safety on, but he flips them around in his hands and whatever because it reminds him of his mother and her memory makes him feel safe.

-When on heists, Jesper legit takes any opportunity to wear high heels. There is no need to. The Crows make fun of him for it. He does not care.

-Jesper is typically very fidgety but whenever he's near Wylan he's just automatically much calmer. Wylan is like Milo for his stress but better. It's even better when he's touching Wylan in some way, shape, or form.

Wylan Van Eck

-If Wylan hears a phrase or saying or something of the like that he thinks is nice or cool, he writes it in musical notes (similarly to how he labels chemicals and such) and tacks it up on a wall or something.

-When he was younger and his father would use horrible tactics to try and get him to be able to read, he just took it and assumed it was normal because he didn't have a frame of reference (not being able to read books or make friends very well). Some days he felt he deserved it.

-Wylan loves symbolic art because it's a way for him to take in a story without having to read it. He loves making up interpretations of symbolic paintings and connecting unrelated ones into a continuous story.

-He is really not assertive at all and finds it hard to read the room, so Wylan always asks Jesper before he does anything affectionate. He sometimes gets embarrassed about it, but Jesper always reassures him that it's very cute and sexy of him.

Nina Zenik

-Nina is bisexual (canon) and in terms of her preferences she finds women to be hotter, but she loves men beyond physical attraction more often. Whenever people try to tell her that she's straight because of that she either punches them or knocks them out for a few minutes depending on how she's feeling that day.

-Nina loves fucking with people by speaking a language to them that they don't speak and then gaslighting them into thinking that she was speaking the language they do speak.

-She is like the #1 hype squad for Inej, and it's literally the only thing that Kaz and her can agree on. They literally get into compliment battles but they're complimenting Inej.

-Nina finds it hilarious how actually innocent Matthias is, so sometimes when they speak, she makes progressively more lewd innuendos to see how long it takes for him to catch on.

Matthias Helvar

-Matthias is super gullible and will believe almost anything someone tells him unless it is far too outlandish to be true. The rest of the Crows (bar Inej and Wylan) use this to their advantage often.

-Back when he hunted Grisha, everyone else said he was most definitely the least likely to become a traitor but also the most likely to be the nicest to the Grisha. Guess where they were wrong.

-Matthias tries his best to be mischievous and absolutely fails every time. He just feels bad about it and so he immediately apologizes even though all of his "mischief" isn't even that bad.

-Whenever Nina needs anything, Matthias will immediately do it/get it for her. Whether it's getting a book off of a shelf that she can't quite reach or committing homicide, he is always ready and willing.

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I Would Be Honored (Aemond x Reader)

Hey guys, so I don’t know why but I felt like a Martel leading lady was very befitting for this role since they seem to always have a scandal around them, the person that speaks first is obviously Oberyn Martell the daddy also the song I would suggest for this is “Something there” from beauty and the beast soundtrack, of course please leave a comment about what you think I love to read your opinions about the plot. Hope you enjoy!

“When my sister Elia married Rhaegar Targaryen people swooned over their love and the new bond between Dorne and Westeros after so many years, sadly the small folk had seemed to forget about the first true fairytale of a Dornish princess and a dragon prince, (y/n) Martell, who was as kind-hearted and great spirited as my sister was what some whisper to be one of the reasons the dance of dragons happened, as a Velaryon and a Targaryen came to blows for her hand, my lovely ancestor wrote her own story that has certain similarities with Elia, it all started because of a flower crown”

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(Y/n) was delighted when her father announced that she was to visit the capital, her thirst for new places was relishing every image and scenery that she passed by with her carriage, and her bedazzling pink dress was custom-made for her to wear when she arrived at the red keep with her mother and her younger brother, (y/n) absolutely favoured the colour pink oddly enough since Martells were known to dress in different shades of orange, red or gold.

She could barely hold still when the queen greeted her, (y/n) was not accustomed to the ways that the Targaryens went with things, and from her excitement, she hugged Queen Alicent tightly.

“I am so happy to be here, I want to see everything”

Rhaenyra stiffened her giggle at the shock that had morphed Alicents face, however, her warm demeanor and honest mannerism were frankly refreshing.

“I am prince Jacaerys Targaryen, I shall guide you to your rooms”

Rhaenyra eyed her son up and down with a mischievous look resting on her face, she knew her son like the back of her hand and it wasn’t like him to offer his assistance to the ladies of the court, just a few minutes ago he was complaining about why his presence is required.

(Y/n) who was completely clueless grabbed a handful of her dress to lift it slightly and skip over the steps to reach him, the trip was long so naturally, she needed a nice hot bath and a few hours to rest.

“Lead the way, my prince”

(Y/n) became the talk of the capital rather quickly, everyone wanted to know more about the princess, people started to whisper about her even more when Prince Jacaerys asked her to go for a walk in the garden with her.

What (y/n) failed to pick up on was that Jacaerys had subtly interrupted prince Aemond who had opened his mouth and taken a step so he could be the one to lead (y/n) to her chamber, in that moment as (y/n) grazed by the stoic prince he got a sniff of her scent, she smelled like cakes, a scent so sweet that could make anyone’s teeth hurt from the sugar.

Aemond was left stunned and just simply walked away from anyone, if Jacaerys wanted to escort her then that was fine, the boy needed the head start anyway, Aemond was a patient man and he was used to being the dark horse that passed everyone when they were a breath away from the finish line.

Jacaerys was completely infatuated by her, she took over the red keep like a storm, her laughter was heard around the walls, her play dates with her brother and silly games of hide and go seek behind great statues of expensive value were now used as obstacles for Allyrion to keep his sister away from catching him and winning the game.

Jacaerys saw honesty in her eyes, graciousness in her smile, and kindliness in her touch, he had left his mother speechless when he called the princess “the beloved (y/n)” when he was informing her of his plans for the day while they were breaking their fast, the princess had taken over his mind and heart and left him yearning more, his Valyrian lessons cut short and his sword pieces of training were now a thing of the past, he would match rather spend time in the gardens with (y/n) or taking her on dragon back with Vermax who seemed to take a liking to the princess after he sniffed her around for a little.

“I have never been in the capital before, it is certainly different from home”

“In a good way, I hope”

“It is a bit cooler here when it comes to temperature and the people here are a little bit stiff for my liking”

“I suppose Dorne is warm in its temperature and attitude then”

“Of course, my older brother says that we do everything with passion and fierceness, but you are also unique my prince”

“In what way?”

“A son born from Velaryon and Targaryen blood, the Fire and Water in you is something to be proud of”

“I suppose I never saw it that way”

He muttered with his head hanging low, Jacaerys had never considered his heritage as something to be proud of, mostly something to question, ever since he was a young boy his looks did not match the typical Targaryen nor Velaryon features, he could still recall the day he blatantly asked his mother about his father and he could vividly remember the script if the answer he got in return.

It was then that (y/n) decided to take it upon herself and link her arm with his, Jacaerys was caught off guard by the sudden touch and affection that came from the princess, however, when he gazed upon her bright smile and sparkling dark eyes his shoulder sunk and placed a hand over hers that rested on her bicep.

“Mayhaps I can help you see other things as well”

“I would like that”

-

(Y/n)s younger brother, Allyrion, loved to run around the castle while his sister chased after him, his melodic laughter was music to everyone’s ears as it seemed like the Dornish had come to shed some light on love and livelihood in the castle.

Aemond was busy enough to ignore that the sound was heading towards him at a dangerous speed, Ser Criston was explaining something to the prince while the two guests were carelessly playing in their world.

“Come here you little rascal I’m going to eat you”

(Y/n) threw empty threats between giggles as she paced after her brother who was shrieking, the boy was known to be clumsy, and (y/n) did not have time to warn him until he collided with prince Aemonds backside who was having a conversation with what seemed to be a knight.

Little Allyrion landed on his bottom with a grunt and (y/n) knelt by his side as she immediately wrapped her arms around him, the boy looked confused more than hurt, looking up at his older sister for reassurance.

“It is alright my love, we must be more careful now, do we? Would you like to apologize to prince Aemond?”

The boy scanned Aemonds face as his expression was becoming puzzled at the man. Aemond had seen the princess before, she was popular amongst them, and had noticed her from his window walking with his insufferable nephew, “what was she even doing with him? He is not handsome nor smart, he is not noble that is for sure” he had thought before he had stepped away from the window.

“I am sorry prince Aemond, why are you hiding your eye?”

(Y/n)s eyes grew wide at the curiosity of her brother, she had heard tales of the incident when she asked her servants, she had taken notice of it at the first dinner she had eaten with them, the servants warned her about exactly how sore that subject was for the prince.

However, her grip on her brother tightened and her one hand reached to pet his hair, she did not fear prince Aemond it was mostly the fact that she did not wish to make anyone uncomfortable whilst mentioning an incident of the past.

“Prince Aemond is a brave man that fought off the bad guys who wanted to kill his dragon, what does your sword teacher tell you when you play with swords?”

“That sometimes you get a wound but you must keep going”

“That’s what prince Aemond did”

The boy's expression changed from curious to amazement, as he lifted his head so he can properly view the stoic prince with the perfect posture and long silver-white hair Allyrions mouth formed an “O” from the excitement, (y/n) smiled brightly at the prince whose didn’t really let it show but was utterly shocked by her explanation.

“Perhaps prince Allyrion would like to come to one of my training, I am certain he is rather talented with a sword”

“Oh, can I (y/n)? Please, please, pleaaaaaase”

“If our mother agrees and I am available to escort you then maybe”

Little allyrion squealed from joy and jumped away from (y/n)s arms, probably running off to bug their mother until she gives in. (Y/n) was about to get off the floor when prince Aemond offered his hand to help her, (y/n) placed hers on top of his and Aemond felt the warm and delicate touch form a fire within him, he had to admit even if it was to himself that he somewhat admired the two of them, they were so close which is something he could not say when it came to his brother and that (y/n) was not pretending to be kind nor upholding a mask in front of her face, she had grown in a place that allowed her to create a personality of her own that she wore proudly.

“Thank you, I apologize for my brothers' peculiar questions, he is a curious little boy he did not mean any harm”

“It is alright, his honesty and bravery to ask me directly is refreshing I must admit”

Aemond was used to people talking in hushed tones and subtly pointing at him while wild rumors scattered amongst them, none of them had the guts to speak to the one-eyed prince.

Although he would never verbally admit to her that the most unusual part was (y/n)s explanation, she did not lie to him per se, she just merely wrapped the truth with a pretty bow and sprinkled stardust on it.

“I must go, I will see you at your next sword practice my prince”

“I can hardly wait”

-

(Y/n) held her end of the bargain and early on the morrow she came to the yard with Allyrion holding her hand, the boy was bouncing up and down, and as soon as he spotted prince Aemond he ran off to him, leaving (y/n) to catch up with the quick pace.

Aemond could barely keep his eyes off of her, how does a woman like her be with a boy like Jacaerys? The Martell princess with a rude bastard, she deserved to be a legitimate queen, not to be mocked behind her back for associating with a prince that had rumors of his parentage on his back.

Aemond was never interested in tourneys, he thought of them as a waste of time and energy, yet once he caught wind of Jacaerys performing at the next tourney that was held in honor of queen Alicents name day he felt like it was a must.

(Y/n) sat between her mother and little brother, she looked heavenly in her gown and fancy updo, Aemond found himself urging to feel her soft curls in his fingertips, to simply be able to run his fingers between her hair would be the day that he was truly happy.

Jacaerys was winning every opponent that was put against him, (y/n) would stand up and clap for the prince and blatantly show her excitement, soon enough it was time for the two that were left standing to go against each other, prince Aemond and Prince Jacaerys.

“Before we begin, I would like to call for the favor from the Princess of Dorne, (y/n) Martell would you be so kind as to grant my wish?”

(Y/n) bit her bottom lip before she reached for a flower crown and approached the stand, she leaned carefully so she could let it slide at Jacaerys, the sun shined on her skin giving her the essence of a fairy or an Angel, anyhow something magical that young toddlers would hear about from stories of their mothers.

“I wish you the best of fortune, my prince”

She replied before she left to sit back down next to her mother who was beaming with pride for her daughter, Jacaerys was an excellent match, the heir to the throne, (y/n) and Jacaerys could put an end to the feud between the two kingdoms.

“I ask for the favor of the woman of the hour, queen Alicent, my mother”

Aemond called for his mother, he planned to ask for (y/n)s favor, to be a bystander at the scene of her so eagerly giving her flower crown made his blood boil, Alicent who could not be more proud of her son let the flower crown glide down to her dear Aemond.

Truthfully she was a bit worried about him, Aemond was never good at keeping secrets so one time when she found him spying from his window down at the princess who was kneeling next to Heleana and young Allyrion he confessed his growing affection towards the Dornish girl, if Aemond were to do something to gain her attention it would not sit well with Jacaerys who had already asked his mother if he could be betrothed to her officially.

Jacaerys and Aemond took their rightful places and waited until the horn was heard, it all happened so fast, and after the loud clash (y/n) gasped at the sight of Jacaerys falling to the ground, once again she ran to the stand see if Jacaerys was injured, everyone clapped at the win of Prince Aemond who was trotting around with his horse, he had yet to take off his helmet and the explanation to that was how mad he was, (y/n) was concerned for Jacaerys and ignored his win, would she be so upset if he was the one laying on the ground?

Jacaerys got up to dust himself off and reassured her with a smile that he was unharmed, (y/n) smiled back and simply nodded back to him, she liked Jacaerys, he was a good man with a bright future, although she did not experience what her mother had described of what happened when she met her father, there was no spark, no compelling to be around him, no buzz in her brain, could it just be that this was just another kind of love? Or was it just not meant to be?

It was Aemonds time to crown the queen of love and beauty and everyone was expecting him to crown his mother since this tourney was held in her honor and he did ask for her favor, if not the queen then the second guess was his sister who had just given birth to her third child and Heleana was the one that was known to have a close bond with Aemond.

I believe everyone could imagine the eye-opening scenario when Aemond went past his family and commanded his horse to come to a halt in front of the Martells.

“Princess (y/n) Martell, I humbly ask you to accept the crown of the queen of love and beauty from me”

Silence fell and the eerie agony of everyone, (y/n) was being courted by prince Jacaerys, everyone was just waiting for the announcement of their betrothal, of course, the crown could go to anyone technically still all of them knew what it meant.

Jacaerys was furious, he wanted to push him off his horse and start yelling at his uncle, how dare he do such a thing? It was humiliating Jacaerys to the public, scoffing at his pressing attempts to court the princess and just ruin his plan of him being the one to crown her the queen of love and beauty, now he was nothing but a mere bystander who could do nothing other than endure this disrespect, not only had Aemond won now he was taking his shot at his dearest (y/n) who had frozen at her spot at the unexpected twist of events.

(Y/n) had every right to deny it, in respect of prince Jacaerys she could just firmly say that it should be passed to someone else, howbeit she did not want to, she was flattered that prince Aemond went to her,

(Y/n) started to notice her symptoms, was this the buzz that her mother told her all these years ago?, maybe the sweaty palms and sudden shake of her legs from nervousness was what (y/n)s father felt when her mother was around. (Y/n)s heart was thumping off her chest to the point that she was sure it would vomit out of her mouth any minute now. At last, she smiled at the prince compelling him to feel the relief wash off of him.

“I would be honored, my prince”

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[sweaterkittensahoy]

Oh, look, more Ted Lasso 3.1 thoughts

So many. Let's go to the bullet points:

Rebecca thinking she's fine about the whole Rupert and Nate thing and clearly NOT being okay with it to the point of wanting Ted to be an asshole in response to Nate, but then, when Ted is Ted, Rebecca's realization comes from Keeley PRAISING her for a decision she didn't even make. But Rebecca realizing through Keeley's genuine praise (because Keeley wasn't there) that the best decision is to let Ted be Ted was just a really great, layered Rebecca moment.

Keeley's office doesn't look like Keeley. The neon sign does. Her wardrobe does. Those people in that office? The couch furniture in her own office? None of that is Keeley. That is Keeley thinking this is what it looks like to go into corporate PR with investor money. I look forward to watching furry pillows and glittery accessories take over the office as Keeley finds her confidence in a different phase of her career.

We all fucking know Roy is the one who decided they needed a break, and Roy, you fucking walnut. I get it. I look forward to the story of it. But the story is Keeley saying, "If I put this off again," and trying to comfort Roy, and Phoebe, smart nugget that she is, knowing stupid when she sees it. Keeley has agreed to this break up because Roy thinks it's needed, and she has no doubt spent a lot of time trying to talk him out of it. They deserve each other wholly, and I can't wait for Roy to get slapped in the face with that.

The himbos are doing great. So proud of all of them. But, yes, especially Jamie but also Richard making clear that a fine wine is not an expensive wine. But also also, all of our boys.

I love you, Jan Mass. You keep up being Dutch, kiddo.

Beard being proud of Ted for learning soccer shit and also knowing how long to wait before getting back on the bus with a toad venom-addled driver is just the perfect dichotomy of Beard.

I have a lot of thoughts about Ted's actual relationship with Henry (clearly positive and happy and healthy) and what he thinks the relationship is (distant and unhappy because he's not physically there), but if I go down that road, I'm never coming back. In short, I hope that part of Ted's journey this season is realizing he is a great fucking father and that physical distance doesn't change that.

Ted calling Sharon for a clearly planned session right after dropping off Henry? That is fucking PROGRESS my friends. And not just that, but also he doesn't question Sharon setting time boundaries OR setting personal boundaries.

I LOVE that Sharon allows him to ask personal questions because the personal connection is absolutely what Ted needs. And I love that she refuses to give him clear answers and doesn't rise to the bait he tries to set out with 'You usually say no'. The way he asks the team and the sport then asks the number of Australians, then guesses rugby, and Sharon confirms NOTHING? That's top-tier therapist shit. And we all knew she was that good, but now Ted clearly knows it too and TRUSTS it, more importantly.

I didn't notice until gif sets, but they named the stadium after Earl. Which. Shut up.

Higgins having matching Keeley mascara on his shirt makes me SO HAPPY. Because it tells you without showing you that Higgins and Keeley are still close and caring about each other. And Rebecca and Higgins having a moment about it is so NICE. Just NICE. It's fucking NICE.

I mentioned Sharon's boytoy in another post, but I want to repeat it because 1) she deserves it, and 2) he shows he deserves HER because he's wearing headphones while she talks to a client, and he doesn't take them off until after she walks in the room, clearly off the phone. He respects her as a professional. This is very important and excellent.

I am going to find Rupert and kick him in the balls as many times as I can in one minute, then I'm going to take a five minute breather and start again.

The isolation of Nate at West Ham (alone on the escalator; not answering to a polite hello; standing far away from his co-coach on the field; working far away from the locker room) is intentionally uncomfortable for us as an audience. We're used to a very collaborative coach in a close-knit environment. But that's not Nate's story. Nate's story is one of thinking isolation and arrogance will save him from his worst self-fears. We all know that shouldn't be his goal, but it isn't about how WE know he's wrong. It's about NATE figuring out he's doing it wrong.

There is no fucking way Rupert didn't know it was Nate's car when he towed it. New guy. New car in the fancy lot. Does he ask, though? No. That would be healthy. Instead, he sets it up so Nate can see he's disappointed in him without him saying it (a common abuse tactic), and then lovebombing him with a new car as a way to tighten his control (another common abuse tactic). He also encouraged Nate's worst tendencies to build a sense of safety that isn't actually there because Rupert will absolutely use those same groomed instincts at a later date against Nate (more abuse tactics).

I hope Rupert gets him by a team bus is what I'm saying. And I want Nate to be driving it and do it on purpose, frankly.

I don't want it to be Rebecca only because she's beyond that point of her anger. But I def want her to be a character witness for Nate.

I want Ted to stay in England. He's talking a lot about how he doesn't know why he is where he is or doing what he's doing. And I know a lot of people hope he goes back to Kansas. But that's not my hope. My hope is that Ted will realize he's doing great stuff with these boys and that he's a great dad even with physical distance, and he finds a new love and appreciation for himself that is directly connected to making this huge, confusing, and messy leap to go to England.

You can do something dumb (run to England to escape your failing marriage) and learn that while your instincts may have been dumb, the overall result is positive and good for you.

Which, also, could be Nate's arc this season. He made several dumb decisions about being a source and going to West Ham, but the end result could be, "Oh, shit, I don't want to be this shitty person." and then he can grow and change on a similar but different path to Ted.

Okay, that's enough. That's very long. I get a lot of feels.

[readingadream]

Be The Light

Chapter Five

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Seonghwa POV

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly grabbed my hair towel to dry off my hair quickly so water wouldn’t drip all over the floor. I’ve always been kind of a neat freak, but since joining Hongjoong I’ve learned to relax a bit more. I remember when I first joined and deep cleaned the whole place, Joong had just bought the place. He and Mingi had only just moved in a month before and had been planning to renovate the place. For me, it took a while to adjust, I’d been so spoiled growing up and was basically fed with a golden spoon. I was truly thankful for how calm and patient the two were at the time. Thinking back to the day’s right before I joined made me grateful I left home when I did. 

• Past •

“My son, make sure to dress your best, okay? Mr Lee and his wife will be coming over. If  this goes well, I’ll hopefully get a lot more help for my election.” That’s all my father cared about right now, was that his family was perfect and that he’d win the presidential election. Smiling at my father, I nodded before leaving to my room. 

My father had been stressed due to the rise of activists. They were demanding change and the rise of a new era. Father had hated it, believing that the younger generation, aka my generation, would ruin so much. Father had believed children should have less privileges, wanting the military to be more active and even had mentioned working with North Korea and trying to end how things were and open the borders to those to travel back and forth more freely. Now, working with the North wasn’t a bad idea, but their leader was stern on his beliefs just like my dad was. Leaders all around the world had tried to negotiate with the North as it was. My father also believed that men should be paid more, that females should only work in offices and never be allowed to lead. I never truly understood his hatred for women to actually have a say and power over a man. Especially when a woman could do just as much hard work as a man could.    

I liked the ideas they had, but of course I’d never be able to tell my father. Pulling out a cotton black long neck sweater, slipping it over my head and adjusting it so that it was a bit more comfortable for me to wear for the next couple of hours. Slipping on the black slacks quickly I walked to the bathroom, pulling out my small flat iron so that I could give my hair just a bit of volume plus it would fit my facial features just a bit better. Lastly was makeup, just a small amount to hide the redness and the small bruise on my jaw. 

“Mr. Park, it’s nice to see you. Seonghwa, oh my dear, look at you, you’ve grown up so much in just a year. Tell me, sweetheart, are you seeing anyone? I have a daughter—“ 

“Mrs. Lee, my apologies, but I’m taken already. Thank you, though, for even considering me to be with her. It’s an honor.” Cutting her off quickly because I knew my father would have loved the idea of us together so I did what I needed, lying to the wife of my fathers friend. I knew this would lead to punishment for multiple reasons, but honestly, at this point I’d been planning on leaving soon. Once my father won I’d planned my great escape. 

Watching her face, I knew she was surprised, so I continued with my lie, “We met in school, though right now she’s overseas in America doing an exchange program so she could better her english. Her goal is to be a translator for international affairs, so learning a few languages would help her.”

My father cleared his throat, placing his hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Seonghwa has felt a bit sad since she left, so we haven’t mentioned her much. Though her dedication hasn’t gone unnoticed. A stunning young lady. Now, I believe everything is set in the dining room if you’d like to follow.”

Walking to the dining room I noticed all the fine and expensive dishes being used, traditional Korean food such as Haemul Sundubu Jjigae, also known as Seafood Soft Tofu Stew and even some foreign dishes like spaghetti, and even smoked pork and rolls just to impress the family. How dumb was it to just waste money to impress people just to be higher class. Sitting across from the guest family I zoned out as my father did his speech he’d been working on for about a week now, my mother stayed silent and just smiled or nodded her head as she was just there to be the perfect house wife. 

There were times when I felt bad for my mother. She suffered so much and was basically forced to marry my father at 20 years old. She never truly got the chance to live her life. Now I understand how she felt because now here I was basically in the same situation  but unlike her I’d leave before I get trapped in this life forever. Zoning out of the conversation, I ate my pasta and thought about how I’d leave mom a letter apologizing that I left her with the self entitled asshole she was forced to marry. 

A week later I’d left to visit the beach, the rare freedom I had where I wasn’t exactly being followed by my fathers men. Going to an old hiding spot near the beach I sat there to write my letter. Usually, not many came on this path, so it was a good spot for me to just think as I wrote. Honestly, it was hard not to cry, mostly since I felt guilty leaving my mom. I was such a shitty son for leaving her.

Clearing my throat as I looked up to the sky, trying my best to hold back my tears when suddenly a shadow next to me caught my attention. Looking to the left, I saw a shorter man with a book in his hands. Something about him was familiar, but honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure why.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I usually come here to read since it tends to be quieter, but I can leave.”

”No no, uh it’s fine, honestly. I’m just surprised, is all, because no one usually walks in this area. Um, you can stay, though I don’t mind. All I’m doing is writing a letter to my mom.” Shaking my head, I point to the notebook in my lap.

Watching as the stranger leaned over a little bit, “Is she gone or overseas or something like that?”

Shaking my head, I gave a small sigh. “No, not exactly… I’m running away from home, but I am apologizing for leaving her behind.” 

I don’t know why, but the stranger looked disappointed. He sat down, patting my shoulder. I don’t understand why a stranger would try to comfort me for being selfish and leaving my home, but here he was. 

“Ah, I’m sorry. I’m sure that is difficult. Do you have a place to stay already? Many people these days tend not to, which leads to difficult situations. Uh, if not… I know this sounds crazy but my friend and I have a spare room if you need somewhere to sleep. Him and I work from home most days unless there are political events.”

”God, are you also involved with that? That’s the whole damn reason I’m trying to runaway-“

”No. Well kinda. We are against what they want and have been creating small disturbances recently. Though Mr. Park is difficult. He keeps things very secure, so we’ve had some issues trying to get to him.” The stranger shakes his head before letting out a huff of annoyance. 

“Yeah, that sounds like my dad, alright. He hates the groups that have been trying to ruin his damn election. Everything is fake, his wife is suffering, I’m suffering. We have to act so much and look like we are a perfect family to everyone he meets privately. Even though I don’t go to public events like my mom, the people still know he has a son. I wanna escape before he makes me... well, it forces me to be in the public eye. Possibly use me to get the younger generations' votes.” I can’t believe I was basically outing my father to someone who was trying to fight against him.

”You are right. Him using you would get votes. You are rather good-looking, ya know. Maybe I can help you? Maybe get back at him?”

”I would love to see everything he’s worked so hard to crumble…” I mumbled under my breath.

Smiling, he holds his hand out. “I’m Hongjoong, by the way, the leader of the rebel group called Ateez. Let me help you, and in return, you can possibly help us.”

Did I want to trust a rebel group? I’m not sure. Then again, I believed in the same things, I want to help change how the government is right now. “Seonghwa, it’s nice to meet one of the few leaders who’ve been attempting to bring down my father.”

~~~~

Walking up to the address Hongjoong had given me just over a week ago, I noticed that it had been an old abandoned warehouse that needed a lot of work done to it. Walking inside, I noticed Hongjoong sitting on an old ripped up leather couch. “I hope you know that you suck at giving directions, Joong.” I waited a moment to speak, watching him jump slightly, grabbing his chest.

”Jesus Hwa, trying to kill me already?” Watching as he laughs to himself , standing up and walking over to grab one of my bags. “Is this all you brought? Doesn’t seem like much…” Hongjoong looked a bit worried that I’d only had my backpack and a suitcase. 

I shook my head and followed as he guided me to a makeshift room. He’d already told me that he and his roommates whose name I’ve learned is Mingi were planning to renovate the building soon but they needed to save more money since repairing a place like this was going to be a lot of work and that they’ve even thought about doing most of the work themselves. So far, the two had managed to get the septic system fixed and replace all the electrical inside. That was only because this place needed to be actually livable.

”Like I mentioned before, this place isn’t the best. For now, we all share a room, and you’d gotten us beds, which we truly are thankful for, by the way. Uh, but soon we will get our own rooms, and as more members hopefully join, then we will continue to expand. I know this is going to be a difficult change, so I will give you space and time to adjust as for anything else you wanna bring here that is completely fine.” Hongjoong set my bag on my bed before walking over to pat my shoulder.

”I wasn’t sure what to bring. Honestly, I’d been slowly moving my things to a storage unit and then pulling out money little amounts at a time. Right now my father just thinks I’m staying with a few friends in Jeju for a week since they were visiting from Japan so during this week I’m going to make it look like I’ve just pulled out money to spend since many old shops don’t take cards.” I explained my idea as I walked towards the bed, placing the suitcase down at the end of it. Looking around, all I could think about was how long this place was going to take me to clean up. Obviously, 3 boys are now living together you’d expect the place to be a disaster, but I honestly couldn’t handle it. 

Walking towards Hongjoong's room, I smiled, remembering the day I first came, so much had changed, and we lived in a much cleaner, happier, and safer place. Since leaving, I still kept in contact with my mother by sending her letters with no return address. Mom never got upset with me when she learned I left. She’d actually been helping me since then with money or information about how my father was doing. Unfortunately he’d won the presidential election so her life has been more miserable than she'd ever been. Though with her help we’ve been able to make a few events happen during his speech. Never showing our faces but making sure things happened with a bang. Fliers handed out, interrupting his speech by having Hongjoong speak over him. 

• End Of Flashback •

Walking inside, I made my way over to his bed where he’d been laying and watching videos on his phone, crawling under the cover. I carefully pulled his smaller body to mine and kissed his shoulder. “Do you ever think about how much has changed for us? My dad’s re-election is coming up in a year… That means we’ve been together for 3 years almost.”

[oodaon]

hi all! cherry (she/her, 25)🍒 here to present the resident of 2a, nam daon! overall he's a neat/calm guy who really needs to stand up for himself but more under the cut. i don't mind either discord or ims for plotting, let me know what works best for you!

an #oopsie baby to parents in their early 40s. food is present on the table, he's wearing his sister's hand-me-downs until he's like nine. all in all, an ordinary family. a little bit of 'as long as we love each other we will make it' mentality.

family death tw within bullet point. old age takes a toll and daon's father passes after battling an illness. two long weeks later, his mother passes too, struck by severe grief over her late husband. given that he's sixteen, his sister dami becomes his guardian and he moves in with her, into an one bedroom apartment that's closer to her university.

for the most part, he's a quiet kid who tries avoiding situations that would trouble his sister. despite his (young) age he realizes that she's not his mom, she has her own life and that he doesn't want to be an additional burden to her; expenses are little, and daon spends most of his time either studying, reading or being on the 'puter. the type who'd lay on his futon and watch documentaries about a subject they're covering at school at the time... #nerd

university rolls around and unlike his sister who's a law girlie, he decides to go down the path of krn lang and literature! but his grades kinda suffer bc he also starts the employment era so the academically gifted teen turns into a mediocre man! skips out on classes a lot and fails to ✨network✨ though he graduates on time

for what.. employment era 2.0 but with a degree except it's the wrong degree in most people's opinions. works in some firm as proofreader . they move to a two bedroom apt and things are looking a little better!!! woah

but then his sister is like well my dearest bro... my boyf finally proposed and we got a bread in the oven... sry daon :/ and like the good brother he is, he again chooses to not be a burden n moves out. and he always has to get slapped twice so! he's also laid off. AI took his job </3

repeatedly down-scaling places he lives at until he's channeling yoon jongwoo and looking at a cheap goshiown, two steps away from a mental breakdown.

rental agency he's looking through, however, tells him they have an opening at the loop. the studio is rather nice for the money asked and he doesn't risk it, immediately signing the lease without a second thought. i imagine he tried to reach out for the person again but the agency was like what are u talking about. mysterious type of beat where he's confused but chooses not to question i, they will appear again sooner or later?? except they don!t

currently! been at the loop for a year. works as a teacher at a "nearby" hagwon (the teens present are just above middle class but not enough that they're rich; still, it doesn't stop them from channeling the same mean energy. and the pay is. well. not enough to warrant their meanness. yes he's getting mildly bullied by 17 year olds), probably on the 'puter as well trying to find some fiverr-type gigs for extra cash. jumpscared by reoccurring dreams from ten years ago, but also from his 'you're fired!' moments. blames it on working too much. thinks he should get a therapist or smth if only it wasn't so expensive. tripping out and popping paracetamols daily. he has absolutely nooo idea what's cooking up for him!!!

personality wise he's. well. timid. not soft spoken per se but you can tell there was never an angry man in the house with him. tries to avoid any kind of altercation, even when he knows he's in the right, because he doesn't want to deal with the consequences; physical, mental or financial. time is money type of mentality, hates sudden and out-of-nowhere plans because of budgeting; however, if you need a quick loan for something he will try and see what he can borrow. overall reliable and kind, mostly influenced by his sister raising him basically? unfortunately gets jealous of others easily, be it over their relationships or material possessions. internalizes literally everything possible and impossible. cancer sun cancer moon so. good luck

other tidbits is that his unit is literally constantly a mess from paperwork and other teaching material he prepares... please don't enter x needs glasses 24/7 because if you stand like ten meters away from him you're a blurry blob and he's squinting. v neat handwriting. can tie a cherry with his mouth. enjoys that indie type of movies that are like two hours and nothing happens but it's ✨aesthetic✨. will borrow you flour/eggs/milk if you knock and ask, even if it's like 3am. always says (an awkward) hi in the hallways even if there's no response. his everyday wear consists literally of just sweatpants and sweatshirts/oversized tees; if u look at him ud never guess he's a TEACHER... has multiple notebooks filled with poetry hidden somewhere around his unit back from hs/uni + bare bones book concepts he writes down and then grows to either hate or doesn't have the time to even give it a second glance :+) his creativity juice pitcher is empty and has been for yearss

plots wise i prefer to brainstorm or fill up your wanted connections bc i can fit him into pretty much anything so i don't have much to offer here </3

[cry-ptidd]

Laura’s overall design is very well done. I enjoy the fact that she is on the wider set side because it relates back to her being a werewolf. The Hellsing estate is very reminiscent of the Victorian era so her dress seems like it would be something you’d see in the show. One thing I do wonder is since she is a werewolf, does she get bothered by tight clothing?

I do see the bonuses of the sleeves she has. It hides excess body hair which could be expensive to others and doesn’t look as awkward with her gloves.

Clothing that maids wore were also dependent on their status: what they did around the house, who they reported to, whether or not they appeared in front of guests.

Maid dresses don’t have any exact look for them. A lot of servants didn’t wear the exact black and white apron look unless they were facing guests. Which I doubt Laura would be doing because of her colourful personality. If she is, maybe lean more into decorating her apron with lace. Hellsing is a little more modern. In-home or maids in the city in the Victorian era had their own dresses with patterns. Darker or muted colours. Like any other woman in their class It might be nice to see Laura have some rotating outfits that show various aspects of her personality. Part of her character seems like it is learning to be gentle with others and herself. Another thing is vulnerability? It would be interesting for her to start to explore expressing herself through new ribbons in her hair, new hairstyles (maybe done by Walter like the cute father figure he is). She has had some run ins with being some ladies mysterious wolf mistresses. It might be funny and a little interesting if she wore any gifts she got from her girlfriends or even items she stole from the guys. Like how serial killers take trophies

Biggest thing I would want to see more if is her personality showing more through her design, unless you are more telling of a story of a werewolf that has a similar loyalty to the Hellsing family as Alucard does.

I like the idea of Integra complimenting Laura wearing her hair or having a certain colours on and so she continues to wear items of the same variety.

It depends on how modern or traditional you want to go. How you see your version of the Hellsing organization. My opinion on a design change isn’t towards the dress as much as it is to accessories.

I love Laura as she is tho so feel free to shoo this away.

By the gods are you aware how fucking helpful this ask is?? Not only the maid facts, but also all the things that could add onto and show her personality? Thank you so much. (Ranting below 👇)

I adore the idea of her keeping accessories from her previous mistresses and kills, that’s genius. Little hoarder goblin has a stash in her quarters full of random shit and trinkets she stole. Maybe wearing the suit of an unfaithful groom she ate (big talk coming from her after she fucked the bride) to wear on nice occasions.

Lace is a very interesting aspect! Especially since she is french, perhaps some traditional patterns from the 18th century. Lace is also delicate and ladylike, which adds onto her being a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And more english maid than french i’d suppose, since Integra is quite patriotic.

I also really like the detail of the loose clothing you pointed out! Laura is also claustrophobic, so that is definitely a plus on her design, as well as that reflecting her personality not being strict about rules or morality. Maybe some more rips and tears here and there to reflect her more wild nature. Colors might not be her thing… but a darker palette would be interesting.

And indeed, Laura isn’t allowed near the guests lest it’s for serving things if the staff is low. She’s already all glares and no smile, no need to spook the invitees any more than they already are by this strange grumbly woman pouring them tea.

As for her loyalty to Hellsing… it is at the same time complex and simple: dogs are loyal, and Laura likes Integra as a person and sees her as a prime example of the virtues of humanity, contributed also by the fact she’s fed and clothed while not having to hide her lycanthropy (to Hellsing at least). Normally she would despise someone like Integra, as she would see her as someone who’s as all bark and no bite; but seeing Integra be not only unafraid of her and Alucard but be commanding? That’s new.

Also, part of her character is absolutely learning to handle gentler things. She is muzzled, she can’t kill just anyone, she must stay docile, she can’t hurt herself or others. Integra has a tight eye on her, and Laura definitely isn’t used to actually being cared for, or having fellow monsters that actually understand her. That’s also why she’s loyal to Integra.

I also need to post about her backstory, it’s been months since i’ve been talking about it. But i tried to fit SO much psychology explaining in there, it’s difficult to make it compact (and i don’t want to make you guys read a whole novel).

Again, i will absolutely keep this ask in mind as i redesign her. Thank you so much for it.

[thewritersaddictions]

Prom Night ‘86: Nancy Wheeler- Photography

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Pov: 3rd

Warnings: SMUT, Top!Nancy, Sub! Reader, fluff, prom night, ditching prom, teens being teens.

Summary: Your prom dress is so pretty that Nancy can't help but want to take a few polaroids of you.

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 1.6k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List // Series Master list // Prom Night ‘86 Master List

Had ditching prom been the plan when Nancy asked you to go with her. No you never really thought about it much after she asked you. You and Nancy hadn’t really been together for to long and as much as Nancy was a strong headed women sometimes she wasn’t when it came to exposing herself to her family. Her father was judgmental  and well her mother was kind but she wasn’t really apart of the family anymore. She had lost faith in her family when things started to go haywire in the small town they lived in.  

Going and getting your dress when the next thing on your list. The list that never grew short but always grew long. When you told your mother that you had been asked to prom she was more then elated. Something about how her prom had been ripped away from her because she six months pregnant with your older brother. You rolled your eyes and within the next few days your mother had packed the two of you into her suburban and made your way towards the outskirts of town to the most beautiful but expensive dress shop.  

You had picked out a few dresses all that you felt you’d be watched in. Ones that felt scratchy, too large, to right around the little bit of pudge that you had around your stomach. Your mother always bitched to you that you needed to loose it but you never took her seriously. You’d live exactly the way you wanted to.  

Then finally it happened after hours of digging and digging through the archives of dresses. You found the perfect dress. Red, sleek, and down right to die for. It has been packed away the employee said for nearly twenty years marking it around the 60’s. Since the last time it had been worn. Your mother grumbled underneath her breath. “It’s just not that flattering.” She said as she looked down at the simple dress.  

You on the other hand had fallen in love. Falling in love with a dress if that was possible. It wasn’t off the shoulder but the large U neck gave the world a good look at your neck. The curves of the fabric sat nicely around your hips and waist. Everything was perfect to you, and not even your dear old mother could shit on your overwhelming pleasure that you had found the one in nearly less then a day.  

Had the plan also been to end up in Nancys childhood room with her taking pictures of you with her camera? No, no it hadn’t been the original plan, but plans change and this wasn’t such a bad plan the more you thought about it and the more you got into it.  

Nancy hadn’t taken more than a few seconds glimpse at your dress when she showed up at your front door. She knocked and stood fumbling with her own dress in the few seconds that she had before your mother opened the door. Your mother hadn’t said anything about Nancy coming to pick you up, or that you had most definitely told her you had a date to prom. She just let you slide out of the front door and right into Nancys passenger seat.  

Nancy was wearing a beautiful pant suit. Black and her hair was pinned up in a curly bun. “Hey there.” Nancy finally said when you got settled into her car. “Hi.” You said back shyly. She was beautiful as always but there was something else about her. That was when you realized you were in fact not going to prom at your high school's gym but you were driving past and straight back to Nancys house. “Nance?” You questioned her. “Hmm, oh I should probably tell you now.” She said as she continued to drive.  

Her speed slowed as she made her way through the neighborhood. “I thought maybe we could do and probably have more fun here at my house.” Nancy said as she pulled into the empty driveway. You scrambled to find words; you had gone out of your way to get a prom dress for it not even to be used. Growing frustrated your girlfriend takes your hand. “I promise it will worth it, or I can always drive you back to the nasty stinky high school gym.” She said, Nancy had realized early on that her words really did have an effect on people. That had started after she broke up Harrington, then the school's newspaper. 

But with you it had this magically effect. “My parents had gone to a party out of the town, we have the house to ourselves.” she continued. You sighed and rolled your eyes, for what it worth if you knew Nancy like you did, she always had a plan.  

That’s how to ended up showing off the curves of your body and the skin that laid under the soft red fabric. Nancy had stripped down to a new set of clothes ones that gave her a better feel for bending and constantly shifting.  

She had angled herself pretty much on her floor. You stood in awkward silence while Navy set herself up. “All I wanna do is take pictures of my pretty girlfriend.” She said in a hushed voice reaching for your ankle. The soft touch of her hand grasping your skin gave you goosebumps.  

“You think I’m pretty?” You questioned her. “Of course I think your pretty, so pretty I wanna have memories of you in this dress for the rest of time.” Nancy said. From there out Nancy told you how to stand. When to move and how to position your arms.  

The stack of polaroid's was growing to become bigger and bigger by the second. Nancy was nearly out of film by the time she had started kissing down your skin and bringing down your zipper with her teeth. She had never been this confident about anything like this.  

You think that’s how you ended up laying on Nancy soft mattress cover with Nancy above snapping more pictures of you. Nancy hadn’t even bothered her time with shaking the polaroid before taking another. Instead, you watched as the film came out from the machine and then it would go flinging across the room.  

Nancy set down her camera finally after the machine was out of film. “You’re so perfect.” She said grazing her hand up your bare skin. The only thing that you still were wearing was your lace bra and panties that matched in color. Nancys eye couldn’t but stay on your frame. She was drinking you in and if anything, she loved the way you looked so shy. Hands covering your eyes as a way to stay away from her direct eye contact.  

Nancy climbed between your legs on her bed. Her hands were cold against your skin. Sending more goosebumps across your skin. She giggled into your thighs flesh, “You like this?” She asked and then put down several wet sloppy kisses to your inner thighs. You moaned at the messy contact. “It’s okay you don’t have to tell me.” Nance said as she continued leaving kisses behind. When she reached your panty covered core she melted into the fabric. Dragging two fingers over your wet core, panties ruined due to her teasing.  

“Nance!” You tried to get out as she continued to play with your pussy. Her lips grazing down your slit. Panties had been thrown across the room landing on the floor far from either of you. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but to a girl eating you out this had been the best damn thing you had ever experienced.  

Your hands had a mind of their owns when they latched onto Nancys pinned up hair. Dragging and pulling at the curls. Pins came falling out but you didn’t give a shit. Her tongue was working you so well. Flicking at your swollen clit, all while she hummed into your pussy. Vibrations causing you to get closer and closer to your orgasm. Hair tight between your fingers you pulled Nancys face closer to your pussy, using her to reach your ultimate high.  

She let you do whatever you wanted. Nancy was falling in love with the taste of you on her tongue, she loved the fact that you weren’t shy now. You took what you wanted and you didn’t care if for right now Nancy couldn’t catch her breath. Finally with a final lick to your swollen clit you fell over the warm and long edge. Exploding with tingles, you fell and continued to fall. Your orgasm taking your body over your hands in Nancys hair going limp as your breath tried to catch its own.  

When Nancy looked up, you were beautiful. A flush and warm expression laying on your cheeks. You were in a blissful state, she smiled to herself at her handy work. You didn’t open your eyes till you felt the weight on Nancy hanging over you. She kissed sweetly just on your temples at first, then on your cheeks, then on your nose. Finally, she kissed you on your lips. You pushed into it, somehow flipping the two of you over, your legs straddling her hips.  

Looking down at her, you saw something that was new and different. “I love you.” Nancy said. Without a second guess you said it right back to her. “I love you too.”  

Had ditching prom with Nancy been worth it? You’d answer that in the morning, or maybe whenever you got out of her bed.  

Completed on: 11/30/22

Posted on: 12/02/22

The adults- @yourfavdummy

[endlessly-cursed]

WW1- Conrad St. James

"𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚."

Name: Conrad Gustave St. James

Nicknames: TBD

Birthdate: 20th of December, 1887

Zodiac Sign: Saggitarius

Personality Type (MBTI): TBD

Blood Status: Half blood

Nationality: French Canadian

Physical Appearance

Hair: Dark brown, almost black

Eyes: Dark blue

Height: 1.88m

Weight: 92kg

Body Type: Strong, well-built, lean and flexible

Skin Tone: Fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): TBD

Background

Hometown

Conrad grew up in the French part of Canada, in the city of Quebec, where he grew up with a French immigrant mother and a Canadian father with French ancestry. He lived a comfortable life

Family

Mother: Roséline St. James, neé Delacour

From the famed Delacour family, she was constantly bullied at Beauxbatons for not being pretty enough, and always felt like a fish out of the water. After the political inestability drove her family out, they tried their luck in the French Canada and soon established themselves there. Roséline became a modiste and met her future husband through making a dress for her future sister-in-law

Father: Peter St. James

A well-known businessman, he seemed at first like the perfect husband and father... until Conrad followed him one night that he was out with friends to find him with another family outside the city in a small village. He was shocked and hurt, and immediately told his mother, who then dumped him on the spot and talked to the other woman, who was not aware. Things got worse when they found out she was a niece of the governor. The scandal went out when Conrad was just 19, and ran away to England, where he finished his degree in photography and journalism.

Eldest brother: TBD St. James (ancestor to the St. James twins)

Ilvermony

House: Thunderbird

Best Class: Charms

Worst Class: None

Boggart: Everyone at Ilvermony laughs at him for the scandal

Riddikulus: Their laughs are high pitched coughs

Patronus: TBD

Patronus Memory: Hearing Mystie laugh

Mirror of Erised: Having a normal life

Amortentia (what he smells like): Wood, pepper, recently baked baguette and expensive cologne

Amortentia (what he smells): TBD

Career

11-18: Student at Ilvermony

19-24: Student at Oxford College

24-26: Assistant professor in Eton college

26-31: Photographer and journalist during WW1

31-??: TBD

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Getting away from the scandal, getting his way, keeping Mystie safe and finding himself

Strengths: Adventurous, smart, academically gifted, cunning, is capable of bending the law to his will and master manipulator

Weaknesses: Shy and reserved

Stressed: Around bombings, when somebody asks about his family back in Quebec

Calm/Comforted: Making photographs and baking

Favorites

Colors: Grey, royal blue, emerald green and golden

Weather: Drizzle in the night

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking and reading

Fashion: Conrad dresses fairly nice, not too ostentatious nor too poorly. He has an overall good sense of fashion

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Mysteria 'Mystie' Charmsworth ( @potionboy3 )

Mystie and Conrad met during a case in the Great War. They discovered they were similar and made a great team, and decided to keep working together, finding her entirely fascinating

[MORE TBD]

Friends: TBD

Rivals: TBD

Trivia

After finding out about the affair, in a fit of rage, challenged his father to a duel. However, his father knew nothing and, while throwing random spells he had heard from his wife, hit him in the face with a spell, which reduced his eyesight, which made him wear glasses for reading and studying

After the scandal was uncovered, Conrad locked himself in a room and started reading law books, and soon found loopholes on where and how to bend the law to his will

After his parents divorced, he sought revenge by disguising himself as a friend of his that helped with the affair and threw him off the bridge and ran away shortly after

Despite looking shy and reserved, he has a wild side where he can be pretty bold and daring, and can manipulate and lie his way through with hardly any scruples

He also has a strong temper he keeps most of the time, but can be quite explosive