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Gonna take a short social media hiatus this week (or at least try to jfjfjfj), so as long as I actually stick to that, I’ll see y’all in a few days! 🧡🎃

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Ask Answers: January 28th, 2021 (Part 2)

Here we’ve got asks that aren’t to ask a question but are just really nice messages. Thank you all for sending us such kind comments ;v;. It’s seriously heartwarming to see so many people having good experiences with the game. I don’t even know what to say to such sweet responses.

We’ll keep doing our best and thank you again to each and every one of you for giving Our Life a chance ❤!

Hello! I've been following this account and have been following the development of 'Our Life' for a few months now, and I just wanted to say thank you for all your hard work and dedication you have put into the game. It astonishes me how much choice you have during the sequence of Our Life and am excited to play the full version now, I am downloading it as I write this message. I've had a great time seeing the demo transition into to the full game and just wanted to write two words. Thank you.

Anhhhhffbgdfbhujk!!! Congratulations on the release, I’m playing the game right now! Thank you all for your hard work and I can’t wait for the Step 3 DLC to come out, I’ll probably wait for the Step 3 DLC to come out to experience everything, but until then, I still have a lot to play. Thank you once again!

finished my first playthrough just now. it just felt so wholesome ??? 100/10 would do it again. i laughed. i cried. i got angry. i felt second-hand embrassment— i got so into it i was left in literal tears after getting my first ending. the art, the storyline, the music, and COVE HOLDEN– UGH IT WAS LITERAL PERFECTION ❤ THE WAIT WAS WORTH IT. THANK YOU FOR MAKING SUCH AN AMAZING GAME 🥺😭 this made my 2020 better, i can't wait for step 4 in 2021 ❤❤

So I was following you guys on itchio for years and uhh did I stay up til 6 am on a school night to finish the game? Yes. Did I sob my eyes out during step 3 as a 20 year old having doubts about life and adulthood? Absolutely. I can't form proper sentences right now due to lack of sleep but just wanted to say thank you for making it. I honestly feel lighter and I feel like it changed my views on future to be more optimistic... I can't wait to replay it! Thanks again!

I love how Our Life turned out!! I keep replaying it and can't stop squeaking and giggling!! Thank You for creating it ♥

okay i have actually fallen in love with cove and cannot WAIT to marry him 😭

Hi! I played through 'Our Life' yesterday and  I just wanna say how refreshing it was to be able to have Cove be 'high initiative' and also have so many opportunities to initiate affection from the player character! As a pretty flirtatious/affectionate person myself, I notice that a lot of VNs don't give players that agency, and affection can be kinda 'carrot on a stick' if that makes sense. You guys did an awesome job! I look forward to seeing if there are more of those moments in Step 3 & 4 :)

I have to say I was pleasantly surprised by the option to choose Cove's level of initiative in step 3! As much I love the option to choose I personally enjoy have the romanced character take the lead without my input so when I got to step 3 and had to option to make it so that Cove initiated affection without as much input from me I was really happy! You guys seriously added so much freedom in terms of choices, it's almost baffling that the only thing you have to pay for is optional DLC!

I absolutely loved everything about the game and I really want congratulate the team for making the game such a satisfying experience.

I look forward to step 4

❤️❤️❤️❤️

* and sorry for my bad English

Just finished my first play through and I loved it! I've been looking forward to the game and it definitely was worth the wait. Thank you all for your hard work and can't wait for the extra dlc!

Till then, hope you guys gets some well deserved rest🤗

Love you guys, thank you so much for your hard work. :)

Ok, so I just finished Our Life and, wow. I have never cried at a video game before, ever. Thank you so, so much! Its one of my favorites.

this isn't a question, but i just wanted to say how much i enjoyed our life 🥺 i've been patiently looking forward to the full game for a few months now, and i couldn't be happier with it! i've only played through it once so far but the outcomes of the choices i made were all so soft and wholesome 💗 i can tell that everyone who was involved really worked hard and you all did an incredible job! i can't wait to see what else is in store 👍

i’d just like to say how addictive our life is!!! i constantly played it during quarantine and now playing the full release is so amazing to me!! i love that i’m still discovering dialogue bits with different personalities and actions!!! i have to admit that i’ve been wishing the day to pass faster all day during school so i could go home and play again. mentally i’m not the healthiest and our life being released has boosted it up so much, thank you for creating such an amazing game!!!!!

Hey, I just wanna say I played our life two times and it still give me the same feelings. I was really looking forward to this game before it came out and I kept on replaying the demo. This game is such an amazing experience and I feel so happy playing it. I am not really a person good with words unfortunately but I do honestly love this more than anything in the world. Thank you for making it and I hope that you will continue to make more games like our life. This game really makes me happy and I can't thank you enough

Just wanted to say that Our Life really made me feel seen as an 18 year old trans man who's been struggling with change as of late and I can't thank you guys enough for it. I just finished the main story and currently released DLC's and gosh, I can really only say... woah. Just, woah. The messages are somehow exactly what I needed to hear right now, and they brought me a lot of comfort in this really weird and confusing time in my life. Can't wait to see what comes next in this lovely story <3

I am honestly in love with Our Life. The graphics, the soundtrack its just *chef's kiss* It was so worth the wait for it. I can't wait for step 4. Keep up the good work GB Patch!

good people i have just finished Our Life and let me say, it was beautiful. rarely have such non-fantastical moments (and even some fantastical moments) brought me to tears like this game has, and i don't even have the dlc (yet). i don't know how you did it but it felt like i was playing a slice of life anime. i had waited with baited breath to play this since i played the demo and my expectations were not just met but surpassed. from the bottom of my heart thank you for this game

I found the game by chance and I am so so glad I did. It’s so inclusive and made me feel so incredibly seen. Seeing that my gender identity and sexuality were possible just meant the absolute world to me. I’ve never seen something like this and it just made me so incredibly happy. Thank you for the absolutely amazing game and I can’t wait to see what’s next.

Hello! I downloaded Our life earlier this week and I'm only now getting the chance to play it (Very busy and stressful week) I'm so excited to play and I wanna say thank you for making this adorable game!

I just finished my first playthrough of Our Life and I can't even express how much I love it. Cove is absolutely precious and has killed me several times, and the art and soundtrack is beautiful. I love all the small different choices. I'm very interested in the Derek and Baxter DLCs and the rest, can't wait!!!!!!

thank you for "Our Life Beginnings & Always" it has to be one of the best visual novels i ever have played and i just dont want it to end (i know it will, but damn it! i want to have a wedding night, have children and die of old age with cole! XD) when i play it it always makes me tear up (in a good way) and i am most definetly going to buy all the dlc that you make! thank you for this lovely game and all the work that went into it! (ps: i also loved "lake of voices" )

You guys are incredibly talented and im very proud of you all! You've really outdone yourselves w/ OL and i cant wait to see whats next to come for you all :)

i really love that you can be trans in Our Life! not a lot of games do that so i just wanted to say thank you!

Guuyyss!! I just wanna say! Thank you sm for the headscarf option in the MC creator! I especially loved that little detail where MC quickly slips the headscarf on before greeting Cove, I've never felt so immersed :'D Not that the rest of the game wasn't immersive btw, but since I wear my hijab most of the time that little addition really felt like something I would do! So thank you for that <3

I've been watching "Our Life: Beginnings & Always" development for quite some time, and I gotta say its wild to see it finally release. Its so unique in the way relationships work- even character creation. I've cried multiple times over this game while playing. I can't thank y'all enough for a game with these kind of mechanics, and representation. its rare I get to feel im really playing as myself in games like these. Everyones outdone themselves. this'll certainly be one I keep coming back to.

I've been following the development of Our Life from way back when the first demo dropped and it still blows my mind how many choices and customizations there are (love that update for the MC's bedroom btw!) and the fact that the game remembers them - it really feels like your very own coming of age story! I was so immersed I cried at the end :') Can't believe I experienced this game for free lol. I can't wait for future DLCs and Step 4! Good luck with all your upcoming projects dev team!!

Just wanted to say I love Our Life and I'm thankful it exists. Thank you so much! I love the little world you created and all the people in it. Especially Cove! This game makes me so happy!

Just poping in to say hi and that ilu guys ^^, remember to take care of yourselves!

Hi!! I just wanna thank you for creating such an amazing game. Our Life is one of the few dating sims I’ve found that let’s me be a male mc, it’s really hard to find dating sims that let me be gay. Our Life is my new favorite dating sim to just sit down and playthrough whenever I’m having a bad day so I just wanted to let y’all know how much I appreciate all you’ve done. 🤍

Fan from australia here

Just wanted to reach out and let you know how important this game has been to me. I came across it at a really rough time ( that I’m still going through ) and it’s been one of the things that’s driven me to get up and out of bed sometimes.

This game and cove both hold a very special place in my heart and I can’t wait to see more of him in the DLC and Step 4

Much love ♥️

I know this isnt exactly the main focus of the game, but i really love how we can customise the mc personality wise! This is the first time i've played a game like this where the mc actually does and says exactly what I would do and say in certain situations and its such a breath of fresh air!! It's also so cool how the other characters can pick up on it!!

Cove Holden saved 2020 (my 2020 anyways) I would die for him

Sorry for this being out of the blue, but after playing through Our Life I wanted to thank you for the experience. I don’t know if I’ve ever played a game that has made me cry happy tears TWICE lol. It’s beautiful, scenic, inclusive, and absolutely amazing..have a great rest of 2020 and I honestly cannot wait for the rest of it :,) (ps. The ending song is stuck in my head)

I think you guys might've ruined visual novels for me forever. I'm not sure I'll be able to play another without comparing it to Our Life and I know if I do that I'll be disappointed every time because of how amazing it is. I bought the DLCs before playing the base game it's one of the best impulsive purchases I've ever made

Thank you so much for making our life! It's my favorite visual novel ever and I just can't articulate how much being able to just be honest with my responses instead of going for whatever would make the love interest happy means to me? I reccomended it to evry friend I have that plays visual novels because this is the best one I've ever played!

Just wanted to say that I absolutely adore this game! The childhood friends tropes is my favorite thing and this game delivers! Cove is the sweetest thing, infact all the boys are good boys. Super excited for all upcoming dlcs!

Hi, I just want to thank you for making such an amazing game like Our Life. Tbh, I was following the game’s development for a while, but me and my family moved away from my childhood town just a few days before release, so I really connected to this game. You all did amazing!

hey just wanted to know that i completely loved ol: b&a and it was so good and love cove more than i’ve liked any fictional character, it’s now my comfort media. thank you so much

hi i just wanna say i really enjoyed all of the representation in our life b&a! there were characters with a lot of different body shapes, pic characters, lgbtq+ characters, and you get to choose your own pronouns and sexuality!!! so tysm!!

This isn't a question, I just wanted to say that Our Life is incredible. Ever since I finished it, I've been looking for other visual novels to play so I don't play OL so often that I start memorizing the lines before all the DLC comes out, but I keep coming back to it. It's really one of a kind, I think you all ruined other visual novels for me because I haven't enjoyed another VN like I have this one since I read it ❤.

i think our life b&a is the first game where i felt like cove loved me, not the character i play as which is really nice for someone with kinda low self esteem so THANK YOU

I’ve been playing Our Life practically nonstop since yesterday. I just want everyone who worked on it to know how much the LGBTQ inclusivity means to me. As a closeted trans ace guy in an unsupportive household, I can’t emphasize how much of a comfort this game has been to me. Everything about it is so wholesome and heartfelt. I’m excited to see what other games you make in the future 💙

- A demibiromantic ace transgender man who may or may not have cried over the option to be myself in a game for the first time ever

Csn i just say i really appreciate how you handled MC deciding to use they/them at different stages. Mainly because alot of games don't pay much attention to the body the mc was assigned at birth if they player chooses nonbinary like it does with male/female. And it was just nice to be able to play an mc who just thought gender was kinda 'meh' for them but still felt good about the body they were born with (like myself). I guesd it boils down I'm really appreciative of the hard work it must've taken for you to make all those options possible & still have them matter.

I just wanted to thank you all for Our Life. My mental health hasn't been in a good place recently and it has become my favorite form of escapism/way to cheer up. It's idyllic setting and fantastic characters are such a good way to wind down, I love it. Also, I've been dreading 2021 due to classes starting and general stress, but the DLC and your next project have given me something to actually look forward to :). I'm so excited for them and now I actually have a reason to be happy that it's 2021. Sorry if this message is a bit weird, I just wanted to thank the team for their hard work and for creating something so incredible <3

I've gotta say this is one of the most repayable games I've ever played, if not the most. Usually after i do a playthrough or two of a game i have to wait awhile before playing again otherwise it feels stale. But i haven't had that problem with our life because of the sheer ammount of player agency. Everyone who works on tbe game should feel incredibly proud of themselves because you've created something amazing.

I just wanted to say thank you for Our Life. I'm sure you get this a lot, but it really pulled me out of a mentally tough spot in my life. So thank you.

who needs therapy when you have our life: beginnings and always? haha no but seriously this game is my comfort game, and even though i can’t join your patreon at the moment please know i am always supporting you and i am so excited to see everything you have in store! everyone who works on the games is so so talented

All DLCs have nice content. 😡😡

And I love them all!!💗💗💗💖💖💖💕💕💕

[yanderes-stuff]

pspsps....firebrand yandera

Mmmm yes lonely fire God goes mental just 

to have you in his arms again I love it

Words:1,841

TW: Cussing, murder, kidnapping and also yandere stuff and LOTS of grammar errors

P.S this is probably the last fanfic I'll do that includes Noah Maxwell

Also, I got a head cannon that Firebrand can have inky tentacles out his back at will 

"Hey, hothead wanna hear something fucking infuriating," HABIT questioned the man towering in front of him which already seemed infuriated from the man's presence.

"Piss off and go bother someone else for the love of God." the shadow-man spat back glaring daggers at the shorter man, which just made HABIT cackle in amusement to him

"It's about your weird-ass obsession with your long-lost best friend," HABIT informed him in a ridiculing tone to capture his attention which was a success by the way Firebrand perked up at this.

A long time ago before Noah became a God he recalled kidnapping you in a snowy winter from your house before that Noah was planning to ask you to come over for dinner Which you gladly accepted following that he came over and you made pleasant conversation with him

discussing childhood memories on the sofa about how you, him, and Milo being the best of buddies but when you brought up how you were sad for drifting away from Milo he seemed miserable when you asked him what's wrong he admitted that Milo overdosed

To say you were horrified was an understatement you apologized for bringing up such a traumatic event to Noah which he excused and changed the subject

But your conversation was interrupted by the beeping of the oven signaling the dinner was ready and so you got up and started preparing the dinner which gave Noah the perfect time slot to slip a drug into the beverage you set on the table 

You clutched your glass and told him dinner was ready so you both seated yourselves and continued your conversation whilst eating some steak, and potatoes but suddenly you were more and more drowsy as the conversation progressed

 With your head hanging low in exhaustion until finally with a small thud your upper body hit the dining surface giving a sign to Noah that it's time to flee the area and go home

He cheerfully settled you in his bed in the house surrounded by the snowy woods he selected winter to abduct you since you wouldn't bother escaping the logic being

 You would surely freeze to death if you even attempted, giving you enough time to start your Stockholm syndrome for him, and also a chance to enjoy the winter holiday with each other.

But alas 3 weeks into late January long since the snow settled you managed to find a paperclip that was disguised burrowed in the carpet floor and successfully utilized it to pick the lock Noah put on your window and my God once you were running you never stopped out of fear until you knew your safe

Much to Noah's dismay, but despite that he swore to one day find you, and this time he'll be sure you won't have a chance to leave but once he hunted out for you, the collective found him once again making him their victim to torment...which leads him to now 

"This better be good." Firebrand was trying to hide his interest in what HABIT was about to say hoping you weren't dead by his hands but the shorter man just gave him a sly smirk and composed himself 

"Wellllllll...I remember how you said you knew where she used to live." HABIT said with great confidence

"I threatened the landlord to kill him and his entire family if he didn't give me her moving notice and if he told [Name.] So he gave me the new address."  He sounded so pleased with himself the fucker might've just proven to be useful 

"But that's not all, once I found her neighborhood I googled it and found the neighborhood's social media, in which pictures of her were posted…but not just her." He emphasized the word not. while explaining his efforts to him still with that sick smile

"She had a wedding ring in her posts and mentions some guy's name...what was it again." He was teasing him at this point stroking his chin while doing it

"Spit his name the fuck out." Firebrand demanded already weaving a plan in his mind on what he was going to do when he kidnapped you.

"It's Connor I'll cut you a deal, you let me kill him with free creative means while you kidnap [Name.] Deal?" Not even taking a moment to consider the man already made up his mind

"It's a deal." Firebrand approved now his objective has been set and he was trying to hold back his excitement to see you again.

The day following after that 

"Hey, Connor I'm out to do errands sweetheart I'll be back later tonight." You proclaimed to Connor who was relaxing on the couch watching T.V 

"Okay got it," Connor replied to focused on the T.V to pay attention to your words little did he know of the two men that broke in and are lurking in the living room closet 

As soon as they were sure you drove off they both stepped out of the space and HABIT set foot in Connors direction with purple duct tape in hand while Firebrand waited patiently for him  

As soon as HABIT was behind him he snaked his hand over Connors's hands pinning him while grabbed his tape with the other hand as Connor wiggled to get free HABIT was wrapping both his arms in tape

Firebrand finally stepped out while walking towards the scene in front of him flashing a malicious grin on his face he needed to know why his life would be coming to a bitter painful end 

"Look asshole this is for the best, I'm only doing this because she's mine and mine alone." Completely ignoring Connors's fearful look "All I want is her. All I ever wanted was her and I can't lose her to your dumbass. So here we are." Firebrand continues a cold look plastered on his face 

"I told him he could kill you any way he wants while I take [Name.] Back home where she belongs." Firebrand was visibly eager despite his cold look he just couldn't wait to see you

HABIT smirked at Firebrands words and carried the screaming restrained man to the basement to proceed with his work while Firebrand watched him descend the basement stairs 

When he was out of his sight he started to prepare his confrontation with you, readying a tea kettle on the stove and heating it till it made that easily recognized whistle

 While the echo of Connors screams was slowly drowned out by both the kettle and his painfully slow demise coming to an end as HABIT was most likely cleaning up the body now as Firebrand waited in the corner of the kitchen next to the door frame

As you finally walked in carrying the days work on your shoulders the house was oddly silent besides the whistle of a kettle Connor must've made tea for you and him while you were gone 

You shouted his name in hopes of some kind of response back only to be met with the same hissing...maybe he didn't hear you but when you got closer to the kitchen the sizzle came to a sudden halt

You waltzed into the kitchen only to be tackled by a bizarre-looking individual who had pinned your arms down on the floor and was straddled on top of your body you immediately started struggling to break free but upon your closer inspection of the man

He seemed to be completely jet black with inky tendrils coming out of his back to add to that his expression with pinpoint eyes and a demented smirk that seems to be getting wider by the second and a gold chain adorning his neck, he seemed oddly familiar 

"Who are you? What are you? stay away from me!" You shouted squirming in his grip you were trying to kick him off but he was easily overpowering you without breaking a sweat despite your best efforts 

"You really don't fucking remember me?" He seemed pained by your words his smile now turning into a light frown while his eyes bore into yours 

Regardless of your trembling, you examined his figure, and then you instantly recognized him "N-Noah?"

His face lit up at the sound of his name being said. so you do remember him! "Of course you remember! how could I have ever doubted you." He muttered enthusiastically "But the name's Firebrand now." He added

"Please...I don't want anything to do with you, not after the things you did to me." You told him trying not to waver your voice 

His face immediately transformed from enthusiasm to an upset expression as the words processed in his mind as the room became dreadful and uneasy. It was already getting hard for you to breathe especially when you were trying not to have a mental breakdown in front of him then he begins to chuckle which grabs your attention 

"Your pleads are so cute like anything could get you out of this." He confesses casually as he continued "I didn't think you would say that so quickly." The brunet was starting to laugh maniacally now which disturbed you further 

"You're probably still shocked and scared but luckily for you, I have just the thing for that." He whispered the last part to himself while smiling whilst you on the other hand had your heart was beating faster than ever before 

He arranged both your arms together over your head and wrapped his humid sticky tendril around your wrist while he pulled a syringe with a unique liquid from his pocket and put a hand over your mouth to smother your commotions

He searched for the best place to insert it feeling around your neck with his warm rough fingers and in a matter of seconds you felt the prick of your skin and your world succumbed to darkness 

You woke up in an unfamiliar room tied up with duct tape your mind was foggy and you couldn't think straight you tried to move but to no avail just then you saw a figure move in the corner of your eye which only made your movements more frantic 

The figure shifted to be closer to the bed you were in until he was at the foot of the bed you felt a smooth tentacle wrap around your neck 

"Hey, sweetheart did you miss me cause I really missed you." He couldn't believe you were all his again but my God was glad about it but one thing is for certain

This time he was going to be sure you would accept his demented affection

[nalgenewhore]

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter - next chapter 

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“Lorcan,” snapped a sharp voice. He groaned into his pillow, screwing his eyes shut at the threat of sunlight. 

“What do you want, Maeve,” Lorcan bit out, not in the mood for his aunt’s conniving bullshit this early in the morning. He was here as a favour to his father and nothing, nothing more. “I’m sleeping.” 

“It’s almost eleven o’clock and Miss DuBois will be here at noon,” she hissed, trying to rip his duvet away. Lorcan swore and pulled it back, just remembering that Maeve was forcing him to take Remelle DuBois of all people as his date. He turned onto his back and sighed through his nose. 

“So? The fucking thing doesn’t even start till one, let me sleep,” he protested, flinging his arm over his eyes. “You lost, Maeve. The title is Elide’s.” Neither missed the fact that he said ‘you’, further confirming that his stake was not as… passionate in his aunt’s cause. 

Maeve scoffed dismissively, glaring out the windows into the gardens where workers were setting up for the garden party. The guest list was filled with Terrasen’s elite, all joining to celebrate Elide and Fenrys’ upcoming nuptials. “It’s not over until she puts that damned ring on his finger, the little sneaky bitch.” 

“Don’t call her that.” The words escaped him before Lorcan’s brain could catch up with what Maeve was saying. She paused, looking at him curiously. Lorcan rolled his eyes and got out of bed, “I’m going to change now so do you think you could possibly fuck off?” There was no lost love between nephew and aunt. 

“We are not finished here.” 

“Get out of my room.” 

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Fenrys kicked his feet as Elide sat patiently. Lysandra chastised the man, who was already dressed in a grey suit. His tie and pocket square matched her sage green tea dress. It had flutter sleeves and a modest v-neckline. The dress cinched at the waist before the chiffon skirts fell elegantly to just beneath her knees. 

Philippa pinned Elide’s old school, Hollywood curls so they tumbled down one shoulder. She stepped back after applying a light layer of hairspray to ensure it would stay in place during the afternoon. “Now, you’re all ready for the party.”

Elide chuckled. She stood, slipping her hand into Fenrys’ elbow, “You’re a true artist, Philippa.” 

“Oh,” the older woman waved her hands, “nonsense. I had a beautiful subject to work with.” Philippa handed her a lace fan, a sage ribbon hanging from it.

“That you did,” Fenrys said, dipping his head to kiss his fiancée’s cheek. He grinned at Elide’s blush when she pushed him away. 

“Stop flirting with me.” 

“Ugh, I love it when you tell me I’m not allowed to flirt with my betrothed.” 

Elide rolled her eyes and turned on her white and strappy heels. She tugged Fenrys along, shouting a ‘thank you’ over her shoulder to Philippa. Fenrys kept her laughing the entire way to the garden with witty jokes and snarky comments. Elide snorted, trying to keep her composure when they turned the corner and ran into her uncle. 

“Your Grace,” Fenrys said, bowing. Elide curtsied a bit, murmuring his name. 

“Lord Marama, I see you’re still here.” 

“Well, yes, sir. I wouldn’t abandon my fiancée three weeks before the wedding,” he answered smoothly, slipping his arm around Elide’s waist and resting a somewhat possessive hand on her hip. She suppressed the shiver, shuddering for all the wrong reasons, even though Elide knew it was all for show.

“Of course you wouldn’t.” 

Elide nodded, nudging Fenrys towards the doors, “We’re leaving now, uncle. I hope you enjoy the party.” She grabbed the hand Fenrys had on her hip and pulled him away. 

“I doubt it,” Vernon called after the pair as Elide pushed the door open. 

Feeling Fenrys stiffen, Elide dug her white painted nails into his hand, “Leave it. He’s a senile old man.” She glanced back at him, staring him down until he nodded, the muscle in his jaw clenching. “Hey.” Elide stopped short, gripping his chin, “Fenrys, I have lived with him my entire life. You have known him for a week and a half. Don’t, for a single second, think you know what is best for me and how I should handle my abuser.” His eyes broke and she softened, “Fen, I know you have a good heart and that you want to protect me and I-I love that. Really. But, please, don’t try to do what only I can do for me.”  

He nodded, his full lips quirking up at the corners, “Yes, ma’am.” 

Elide clicked her tongue, “Come on, we have a garden party to host.” They walked powerfully to the entrance of the gardens. Before they turned the hedge that would put them in full view of the guests they could hear chatting lively, Elide paused. 

“Hey,” Fenrys said, his brows - lightened to match his hair - furrowed, “are you alright?” 

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, closing her eyes for a second. “Just need a second. I’m fine.” 

The blonde man nodded and slid his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels as he waited. A few silent moments later, Elide plastered on a cheery smile that he cringed at, “For fuck’s sake, that’s so scary.” He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, pasting on an equally jarring grin, “Ready, honeybunch?” 

“Let’s knock ‘em dead, sweetie-pie,” Elide chirped, giggling like she had gone mad. Fenrys held out his elbow again, graciously leading her around the bend. 

Someone announced them and they spent what seemed like an eternity smiling, waving, and thanking people for coming. Elide’s cheeks were burning from the strain of her beam when they had finally wrapped up the greetings. 

“Drink?” 

Turning to the bright voice, Elide sighed in relief to see Lysandra there. Aelin and Rowan were standing a few metres off, speaking to some elderly couple - no doubt royals of some kind. “Yes, gods, please,” she said, taking the champagne from Lysandra's hand. She had the grace to not chug it like she wanted to and sipped politely. 

A server passed by with a tray of smoked salmon and cream cheese cracker bites. Elide took one, about to pop it in her mouth when Aelin and Rowan walked over. A flurry of something caught her eye and she peeked around Fenrys and Rowan to see who it was. “Oh, he did not just do that,” Elide cursed, narrowing her slender eyes. 

“Who,” Aelin said, turning to track her cousin’s gaze. When she saw Lorcan standing at the entrance, she figured that was the only thing to set her off. But then a pale skinned, pale haired, and pale eyed woman stepped out from the shadow of his broad frame and Aelin went red in the face. “Remelle? He brought Remelle?”

The boys coughed, quick to turn and stare. Lorcan caught their gazes and sent them a pained look, subtly indicating Maeve, who was standing at a table with a smug look on her face. “Oh, well, that makes more sense,” Fenrys muttered, nudging Rowan, who nodded in agreement. 

Lysandra frowned, scrolling through her iPad. The woman never went anywhere without it, “Maeve… did not tell me who Lorcan’s date was. And I made sure everyone knew who was not permitted and Miss DuBois is–” 

“Lys, please, don’t worry about it,” Aelin assured her dear friend. “It’s not your fault, you’ve done an exceptional job, as usual. It’s just… Maeve being Maeve.” Lysandra nodded, but quickly excused herself. As she left, they all heard her speaking tersely into her earpiece, wanting to know who exactly had been at the entrance when they arrived. All security details were required to know the guestlist. 

When Remelle looked their way, Rowan quickly turned away, his skin crawling as he felt her predatory stare burn into the back of his neck. The king consort twined his fingers through the queen’s, tilting his head to the side, “I’m sure there are more stuffy lords we haven’t said hello to yet. Let’s go do that now.” 

Aelin nodded, flashing him her signature golden smile, “Of course.” She looked at Elide, who was still glaring at Lorcan, who was smiling back at her. To the untrained eye, it would look like a smirk, but Aelin knew Lorcan a bit better than that. His eyes sparkled with delight and affection. 

She glanced at Fenrys, sharing a look with him. Have fun with… that. 

He rolled his eyes, shooing her away, “Go, enjoy yourselves, kiss a bunch of old white guy ass for me.” 

“Oh, I will, I know it’s your favourite, Fenny,” Aelin quipped. With a flourish, she marched off, pulling a somewhat reluctant Rowan behind her. 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Hellas, she looks amazing. 

“There’s the little cripple girl,” Remelle said, waving her fingers vaguely. 

Lorcan rounded on her, pulling his attention away from Elide, “Excuse me? Don’t say shit like that, what is wrong with you?”

“Oh, testy, aren’t we,” she purred, reaching a slender hand up to tweak something about his hair. He moved, his reaction swifter than her motion. Remelle rolled her icy blue eyes, huffing slightly and looking down at her sharp nails, “Are you still anal about your hair? It’s just hair.” 

He didn’t even deign to respond to her, knowing she would never get it through her dense skull. Must be all the bleach damage, Lorcan thought to himself. There was no way someone’s hair could be that white, naturally, at her age. “I need a fucking drink,” he muttered, not bothering to see if Remelle wanted anything before stalking off to the bar. 

His aunt was waiting for him there and Lorcan pointedly ignored her as he ordered a whiskey sour. “Lorcan,” she hissed, his name sounding like a curse on her tongue, “why aren’t you with your date?” 

“Because she’s an unbearable cunt of a human being,” he grumbled, thanking the bartender and digging out a green twenty for the tip. He had worked shit jobs like serving and knew how stingy the one percent was. “Thanks, man.” 

“You’re welcome, sir,” the bartender said, smoothly putting the tip in his pocket and turning to the next guest. 

Lorcan took his drink, taking a long sip before addressing his aunt, “Maeve, what do you want?” 

Her dark, creepily dark, eyes flashed dangerously, “Boy, get yourself in line. She came here as a favour, got it?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Lorcan saluted her sarcastically, his gaze jumping over her head when a vision dressed in gentle green caught it. Elide glared at him, pointing with her closed fan to a path in the hedges. This would be fun. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more pressing matters at hand, auntie.” 

He stepped around her, striding through the partygoers to Elide. “And to what do I owe the pleasure for this?”

Elide glared up at him, actually having to tilt her head back to even look him in the eye. It was cute, even if the glare was murderous. Elide turned neatly, walking angrily into the path. Lorcan followed, biting back his smile. “Are you going to murder me, sweetheart?” 

No answer. They came to a fork in the road and Elide turned left, leading him to an opening with a bubbling fountain. There, she whirled, “You brought Remelle as your date?!” 

“Why, yes. She’s a fine young lady,” he said, delighting in the way he was able to provoke her so easily. 

“She’s a heinous bitch,” Elide spat, beginning to pace back and forth. 

“Why do you care who I bring as my date?” 

She paused, deciding to step onto the stone lip of the fountain. There, now she was almost eye-level with him, “I don’t.” 

Lorcan raised his brows, looking at her in disbelief, “Seems that way.” 

“Well, you seem to care a lot about my relationship, it’s only fair that I care that much about yours.” 

He scoffed, draining his drink and putting the empty glass down on the edge of a bird bath. “Your relationship with Fenrys is no more real than mine with Remelle.” 

The fan caught between her hands was gripped so tightly Elide’s knuckles were white. Still, her voice was calm, collected, “Fen told me you were friends. I was surprised.” 

He looked at her suspiciously, willing himself not to look at her lips and hold her gaze, “Is there a reason for your surprise?” 

“Well, it seems to me that if he were your friend, you would support it. You know,” she shrugged, her smile saccharine sweet, “for his happiness.” 

Cool anger flowed through his veins and he didn’t bother thinking before he spat words he might’ve come to regret, “You couldn’t make Fenrys happy if you were married to him for a hundred years. I told you already, he will never love you.” Elide would never love Fenrys either, but Lorcan didn’t bother telling her what she no doubt already knew. 

In her eyes shone hurt that was quickly replaced with heated rage. Elide hit his shoulder with her fan, “I loathe you.” Her face was centimetres from his, he could smell the intoxicating scent of her elderberry and cinnamon perfume. The delicate and spiced fragrance had haunted him for weeks now. 

“Well, I loathe you,” Lorcan murmured, the tone too low and too enticing for it to be anything but a bedroom voice, "sweetheart."

Elide’s breath hitched and in that moment, Lorcan would’ve done anything she commanded of him to make her do it again and again and again. Her eyes flicked to his lips before dancing back up to his. Neither knew who moved first and neither cared as Elide’s arms slid around his neck and Lorcan’s slipped around her waist. 

The kiss was hungry and biting, but a perfect harmony anyways. She tasted like champagne. Lorcan swore he could get drunk off her embrace as Elide nipped his lip, her tongue flicking over the small sting to soothe it. 

Lorcan pulled her closer, craving the feelings of her feminine curves and softness against his harsh contours and planes. She sighed delicately, melting into his hold before she realised what they were doing and tried to push herself away. 

Only, on the ledge, Elide didn’t have anywhere to go and she fell backwards, not relinquishing her hold on his charcoal suit. Lorcan was pulled into the fountain with her, their clothes and hair instantly sopping wet. 

“You kissed me! You- you can’t go around kissing engaged people, Lorcan. Do you have any sense at all,” Elide whispered harshly at him, quickly standing to climb out. He went to stand up, but Elide pushed him back down again, her hands on his chest. “You’re just trying to make me like you so that I won’t marry Fen and you’ll get the throne! You- oh, you’re evil.”

With an indignant huff, Elide Lochan marched off, throwing him one last glare as she turned the corner and disappeared from his sight. 

Lorcan was so, so, so fucked. 

+*+*+*+*+*+* 

Elide kept her head high as she walked back to the palace. She managed to avoid the garden party, but caught Rowan slinking around the bushes, no doubt trying to avoid a certain someone.

“Elide?” 

The delicate fabric of her dress clung to her skin and she shivered despite the warm sun. Elide nodded, waving vaguely as she passed him. He scrambled after her. “Ellie, do I want to know what happened?” 

“He happened,” she snapped, picking up her pace. A quick glance down told her that her dress was indeed rather transparent. Elide swore, crossing her arms over her chest. Rowan quickly shucked off his suit jacket, draping the large garment over her tiny frame. 

“That doesn’t sound good.” 

“Well, it’s not.” Elide closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. All she could think about was the kiss and how she had never felt anything like it. An unwarranted thought of if and when he would kiss her again popped up in her mind. Elide shook her head, desperate to forget about it. “It’s nothing. We just fought again and ended up in the fountain.” 

He held in his snort and they arrived at the side doors. Rowan opened it for the woman, letting her pass before he shot a suspicious glance around them and closed it. They didn’t need any more media attention and certainly not with Remelle in the vicinity. “Good thing that Aelin is wrapping the party up now. You can go warm up and hide out in your room.” 

Elide flashed him a grateful smile and slinked off to a hidden stairwell. It used to be used solely by servants and the staff, but now it was used by anyone who wanted a discreet escape to the private wings. 

Rowan smiled at her as well, keeping the pleasant look on his face until she had disappeared from view. Then, he let it fall, gritting his teeth as he seethed. It seemed that he needed to have another little chat with Lorcan. 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“El?” The door of her bedroom burst open and Fenrys appeared, looking concerned. It didn’t fade when his eyes fell on her curled up in a nest of blankets. A cup of tea sat on her nightstand, steam wafting from it. “I just saw Lorcan, are you ok?” 

“‘m fine,” she muttered, turning her eyes back to the show she was watching. “Just cold.” 

Fenrys smiled, “Mind if I join you?” Elide grinned, scooching over slightly. The dark skinned man made quick work of divesting himself of his shoes, jacket, and tie. He popped a couple buttons open, sighing as he flopped down next to her. “What, I don’t get any blanket?” 

Elide rolled her eyes and flipped a few of them back so he could cuddle under them. Fenrys wrapped his arms around her, “You’re freezing, El.” 

“I know,” she chattered, her teeth still clicking together. “The chef said she’d make me something warm to eat.” Elide leeched Fenrys’ body heat away, burrowing herself deeper into the mattress. After a few minutes, the warmth made her drowsy and Elide slowly drifted off. 

 +*+*+*+*+*+*

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Hello, Rowan. Lovely party that was,” Lorcan replied evenly. He glanced in the mirror. Rowan was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his jaw set and ticking. “Can I help you with something?” 

“What are you doing to her?” 

There was no reason for him to say who he was talking about, they were both well aware. “I’m not doing anything to her.” 

“You drive her fucking crazy, Lorcan,” Rowan said, moving out of the way when Lorcan stalked out of the toilet. 

“And?” 

Rowan sighed, shaking his head. “Lorcan. Just- fuck. What is going on with you two?” 

“Nothing is going on with me and Elide,” Lorcan answered, pulling on a hoodie. It might’ve even been one of Rowan’s, he wasn’t sure. 

“You told me you would never lie to me. Don’t you dare start now.” 

Sitting down on the edge of his bed, Lorcan looked up at Rowan, but all he could see was Elide’s face the second before they kissed. “Ro…” He gestured vaguely with his hands, unable to articulate his swirling thoughts. “It’s just what it is. I can’t explain. We’re just- someone is pushing us together, I can’t stop it.” I don’t want to stop it.

“Oh,” Rowan breathed, his stark green eyes wide like saucers. His mouth dropped open and he gaped at Lorcan, blinking once in shock. “Oh. Oh.” 

“What,” Lorcan snapped, his hackles rising. He had a premonition that he knew what Rowan was going to say. “Spit it out, bastard.” 

“You’re falling for her.” 

“No, I am not.” 

“Yes, you are.” 

Lorcan just fell back on the mattress, looking up at the ceiling. He sighed, his voice completely unconvincing, a little dreamy, even, “No, I am not.” 

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide slinked into the kitchens, smiling thankfully at the chef who passed her a bowl of xaimoko, a Blackbeak rabbit stew. It was her favourite comfort food. She remembered once, when she was young, after being disciplined by her uncle, the old cook, a kind woman, had found her hiding in a corner. She had spoken in Blackbeak to Elide, coaxing her to the kitchen for a nice dinner. Vernon had ordered that she wasn’t to have dinner, but the cook had served her a bowl of rabbit stew and fried cornbread anyway.

Ever since then, the cook, who had retired a couple years after, had made sure every chef in the castle knew how to make it. 

Elide ate as slowly as possible. Lysandra had texted her, telling Elide that Aelin wanted to see her after she had eaten dinner. After her nap, Elide had spent her time avoiding Aelin but it had seemed like her luck had run out. 

She washed her own dishes, stowing them away in the cupboards. Gaze downcast, Elide made her way to Aelin’s temporary office, just set up for her time in Perranth before she and Rowan returned to Orynth. 

Elide knocked reluctantly on the door, wishing Rowan or at least Fenrys were with her. The meeting was only to be with Aelin, though, so she wasn’t hopeful. 

“Come in,” the queen called, her voice muffled through the heavy doors. 

Elide pushed the door open, softly closing it behind her. Aelin’s face was set, her lips tightening as she folded her hands atop her desk. “Elide. Sit, please.” She glanced at Lysandra who was sitting in the other chair. 

She felt like a schoolgirl in trouble with the principal. Elide sunk down in a chair, keeping her gaze down. 

“Elide,” Aelin sighed, clearly not happy with her cousin. “What is happening with you?” 

Elide shook her head, looking down at her hands, “Nothing.” 

“That’s not true.” 

She nodded, “Yes it is. Nothing is happening with me.” Elide finally dragged her eyes up to Aelin’s. “I’m fine.” 

The blonde sighed, drumming her fingers on the desk, “Elide. I know we aren’t the most traditional country and you have more liberties than most, but you can’t do stuff like this.” 

“Stuff like what?” Her voice cracked and her bottom lip trembled. “I’m not doing anything.” 

“Elide, you are engaged. You can’t hide in closets with people who are not your betrothed and you cannot climb out of a fountain, dripping wet, with the same person who is not your betrothed!” 

“Aelin, why don’t we–” 

“No, Lysandra. Elide is not some high school girl, who gets to run around doing whatever she wishes! She is a royal and is expected to act like one.” 

Elide flinched, shrinking back at the volume and sharpness, “I’m sorry.” If Aelin had noticed how Elide reacted, she would’ve stopped immediately, but the stress of battling parliament and the media were wearing on her. “I didn’t mean–”

“Yeah, I know, you didn’t mean to.” Aelin’s hands dove into her hair, gripping the strands on either side of her head. She laughed humorlessly, the sound icy and hollow. “I am trying to save your crown, do you get that, Elide?” 

Elide stayed silent, willing her body to keep her tears to herself. Unconsciously, she started scratching a nail up and down her forearm, over and over and over until blood was drawn. It was a habit she had picked up as a child and years of therapy hadn’t undone it. 

However, Lysandra noticed and she reached over to take Elide’s hand subtly enough so that Aelin didn’t see.

“I’m sorry.”

Aelin looked at her for a moment and glanced away, “Just tighten up, Elide. You can’t afford to be doing things you don’t mean and if you think you can… you might as well give Lorcan the crown already.” 

“Can I go now?” Elide asked, her voice trembling. In shock, Aelin’s eyes snapped back to her, as if realising the memories she had resurfaced for Elide. Lysandra held a hand out to Elide, but Elide moved so Lysandra’s touch fell short.

“Ellie–” 

Elide stood up abruptly, “If there isn’t anything else you have to say, can I go, your Majesty?” 

Aelin nodded meekly and Elide left. The halls were empty and because of it, Elide ran back to her rooms, locking the doors behind her. She managed to keep from letting the tears fall until she was in her bedroom. 

Bear looked up at her from her bed as Elide crawled into hers. The dog stared at her for a moment, laying unmoving. Elide wiped her cheeks, chuckling tearfully, “Oh, are you mad at me too?” 

Bear just turned her head, tucking her nose beneath her tail.

Elide felt her heart crack in two and cried harder, hiccuping as she buried her face into her pillow. In the darkness of her room, Elide slowly cried until she had exhausted herself into a deep sleep.

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Fly Away

Summary: Your boyfriend, Thor, has been pissing you off for this. What happens when he tries you again, but this time on the quinjet?

Warnings: swearing, fighting, crack

Pairing: Thor x Mutant Reader

Word Count: 1329

A/N: This little thing was written for the babe @coffeebooksandfandom​, whose obsession with sending someone flying is contagious, obviously. I hope you’ll have fun with this guys. It was just a thing I felt like I needed to do ;) xx

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You were getting on the quinjet, your blood boiling. Not only was it a Saturday evening and you were just being send out on a mission, while you had a very different night planned out. Your ass of a boyfriend, the one and only Thor Odinson was coming with you.

Not that you didn’t love him, you truly did, but he was getting on your nerves for the past few days. You were actually sure he was determined to make your brain blow in your head. It started innocently, though.

You shared an apartment in the compound, as you both agreed that whenever Thor was on Earth, you two needed as much time together, and having your own places and having to visit each other would be just not economic and definitely not as comfortable as waking up next to him all the time, in your shared space.

There were a few rules that you wanted him to abide, nothing crazy, just average human being everyday rules. Such as throwing your dirty clothes into a bin, and not on the ground. When you’re done eating, clean up after yourself, because you don’t have personal slaves to clean up your mess. You know, basic stuff like that. And it all worked. At least for the time being.

Thor returned from Asgard almost two weeks ago, telling you that everything was alright up there and that most of the worlds were ruled my peace so that he could stay with you for a while. You were ecstatic when he told you this, but the more time he spent at the compound, the more wildly he acted.

You loved him to death, you were sure of that and not only because he was a sight for a sore eye. He was so kind and patient with you, always trying to remain positive and see the good in people. So his messy behaviour wasn’t a deal-breaker, but it was a little nudge, and you were quite sure he was doing it on purpose now.

He started with leaving his plates out after he was done eating, even though you had a dish-washer, so seriously the only thing he had to do was to bend down, open the machine, put the plate there and close it. You didn’t even want him to start the dish-washer, no! Nothing fancy as that. But still, last week he would leave more of his dishes out, and you were suspecting him of dirtying stuff just so that the pile of dishes on the table would be bigger.

Then came his underwear, scattered all over your bedroom floor when he was headed towards the shower. You let it slip the first two times, telling yourself that he was just being tired, or that he forgot that you actually cared about stuff like that, but when it was the 5th day in a row after you begged him not to do it, you were seething. And it only seemed to have spurred him on.

He always told you that you were an innocent soul, and because you had your abilities, you never really had to take part in the fighting. You could control water, and so the only thing you really had to do was splash water into the bad guys’ faces, and your deed was done.

You weren’t innocent, you could be a very passionate person, but you usually didn’t need to get upset, and there were rarely things that would actually upset you enough to make a scene. At best, you’d sigh and remove yourself from the situation.

But not this time. You tried to remain calm, but your space, cleaned up space, was something you were pretty adamant about. You still tried to stay calm, telling yourself that it was nothing. But Thor didn’t stop with the apartment. He would tease you about shit in front of everyone, about your abilities, about your height, about anything he could think of, pretty much.

You let it slide the first few times, but the more he was teasing, the less calm you were.

And that’s how you found yourself on the jet, seething. That it was Saturday night and you wanted to have a glass with Wanda and Natasha and have a nice girls-night for a change and that it was so rudely interrupted by you, Nat and Thor being needed on a mission, didn’t help your mental state.

You didn’t even understand why you were there, and when you pronounced your frustrations, Thor smirked at you, little devils dancing in his eyes. “I requested that you go with us, dove. I think your little magic might be fun to watch when we’re fighting.”

Your jaw set, and you could feel a rumble in your chest. You were now sure of it. He tried to piss you off. You just didn’t understand why. But…. It didn’t matter because he was succeeding. Nat looked between the two of you confusedly, not really getting what was going on. She knew that Thor admired your abilities, so for him to tease you like that, she knew he had to have something on mind.

Thor was babbling something, but you couldn’t listen to him. The only thing on your mind was removing that stupid smirk from his fucking face. But, at the same time, you didn’t want to hurt him, not really.

“Jumping in T-2 minutes,” sounded from the speakers above you, and it was your time to smirk. You knew exactly what you wanted to do. It wouldn’t hurt him, but it would give you the satisfaction of it.

Thor was standing near the side door, and you stood up, walking towards him with a sweet smile on your face.

“Came to give me a kiss before I go be your knight in shining armour?”

You giggled, and he raised his eyebrow. You could hear the pilot telling you that you have 30 seconds before you had to jump and you knew that you needed to act quick.

You kissed Thor’s cheek, and before he knew what was going on, you swiftly pressed the button to open the side doors and kicked Thor out of it, waving him goodbye.

Natasha and the tactical team were staring at you, their brows in their hairlines.

“What? He’s been pissing me off for days now. Besides, he’s got his hammer, he’ll be fine.” You rolled your eyes at them, as neither of them spoke up, opened the main door and jumped out as well, with a parachute, of course.

When you landed silently on the boat, you looked around and saw Thor marching towards you. You looked around consciously around the ship if some of the guards saw him, but they were as oblivious as before.

“Did my innocent little dove get angry?” Thor whispered into your when he was near enough. His arms snaked around your waist, and he nuzzled your neck with his face.

“Your dove is still mighty pissed, so I advise you not to taunt me.”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at your fuming form. “You’re so cute when you’re mad at me, my love. I hope you’ll keep the fire in you till we get home, or at least alone. I must say, it’s a mighty turn on for me.”

It was your turn to chuckle, and you pushed him away slightly. “We’ll see big boy, but don’t you dare pissing me off too often, I can do much more than splashing water.”

He smirked and winked at you. “I know you can also throw people out of a flying plane.”

You just nodded and heard Nat giving you an order to uncover yourselves and start retrieving what you came for. But you couldn’t stop thinking about being alone with Thor, the cold fire still running through your veins. You should push people off planes more often, you thought to yourself as you lifted your hands, ready to fight.

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Love and War - 9/16

Description: In a harsh medieval world, you set out on a perilous quest that will lead you onto a forbidden land. A land ruled and controlled by a ruthless Warlord King, one who does not look favourably upon trespassers of any kind, and punishes all with an iron fist. You may not know exactly where this quest will end, but what you do know is you will forever be altered by it. And that knowledge alone is what truly terrifies you the most.

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Word Count: 5,900 ish.

Pairing: Medieval!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG for now. May become 18+ later.

Warnings: Violence. Curse words. Mentions of fears and potentially brutal medieval tactics. Most likely more to come down the road. Please don’t let these warnings scare you too much, give the story a try before you judge it.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all these errors and this story, so there’s that.

You, Thor and Sam reach the door to the holding cells, the very same ones you occupied not even a week prior. You shiver slightly, both from the memory and the cold air in the dark underground tunnel. Thor knocks and the door hatch opens, revealing another set of eyes. And this all is beginning to feel like deja vu.

After no words are spoken again, the hatch slams shut and the door creaks open. Thor enters first, holding the torch, with Sam and you following behind. He walks down the dark corridor until be reaches a cell door and stops, gesturing to it. “They are in this one, I can only give you a couple of minutes with them, at most. Loki will not be pleased that I brought you down here without consulting him first.”

“Thank you so much, Thor.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, “Sam and I will be just outside, in the tunnel. The guard at the door will tell you when your time is up.”

You nod and then Thor hands you the torch before him and Sam head back to the tunnel. Leaving you alone, and the second the large wood door shuts you speak, “Wanda? Pietro?”

“Y/N?!” They both say in unison, and then they appear, just on the other side of the cell door. The light from your torch illuminating just enough to make out their faces.

“Oh Gods, it’s really you,” you say quickly, rushing to the door and trying as best you can to touch their hands. “You both shouldn’t have come back for me! What were you thinking!?”

“Like hell we wouldn’t have back come for you,” Pietro scoffs, “you’re family, Y/N. Family looks out for each other.”

“But you could have gotten yourselves killed,” you sigh. “I never would have forgiven myself if that happened.”

“But we didn’t,” Wanda points out. “And we found you. But,” she frowns, “not that I’m not happy you are safe and walking free. But why are you not in a cell yourself? And where did that beautiful dress come from?! Oh Gods, it’s stunning!”

You glance down at the lovely black dress, giggling at your sisters ridiculous love for clothes, even at a time like this. But then reality sinks in and you all of a sudden become nervous. Worried about what they will say, what they will think of you, once these words leave your lips. “I’m a uh,” you shift anxiously from foot to foot, “I’m a guest here.”

“What?!” They both gasp at the same time. “How?” Wanda asks. “Why?” Pietro questions.

“I honestly have no idea,” you shake your head. “But the good thing is that since I’m a guest here, I can speak to the King about getting you both out of these horrible cells.”

“You’ve met the King?!” Pietro’s eyes widen comically.

“What is he like?” Wanda quickly asks, sounding slightly excited. “Are any of the stories true? Is he how we imagined? How old is he? What does he—“

“Woah, woah. One question at a time, Wands,” you giggle. Happy to be talking to your siblings again, even if it is through a cell door. “I have met him, I’m actually his guest here. He is,” you pause thinking about how to explain him, “intense, but surprisingly sweet, and ridiculously kind. Not at all what we’d imagined him to be. And as for the stories,” you pause. You want to tell them about how everyone here are Lycan’s, but you aren’t sure if you are even allowed to tell anyone. Best to just keep that to yourself for now, just in case. “I haven’t learned too much about which are true or not, yet. But I’m working on it, slowly. And I have no idea how old he is, but he doesn’t look that old. Maybe a few years older than us.”

“You’re his guest here?” Pietro asks.

“Yeah, he was the one who caught me in the woods that night. I actually fainted and then woke up in a huge bedroom. And I have just sort of been here ever since,” you shrug.

“Then why didn’t you come home, if you weren’t actually a prisoner here?” Pietro then asks, quietly. Sounding utterly confused.

“I wanted to, trust me, Piet. I did. But I had to wait till I could ask the King for his permission to leave. I knew if I tried to without it, they’d just catch me again. I may not be a prisoner in a cell, but I am not free to come and go from the castle as I please. I always have a guard with me, I can’t leave my room without one. There are two just outside this door currently waiting on me in the tunnel. They call me a guest, but I’m not allowed to actually leave,” you sigh deeply. The true reality of your situation sinking in.

“The King won’t let you?” Pietro asks, sounding angry now.

“No,” you shake your head, “when I was finally able to ask him, he told me I couldn’t. That he wouldn’t allow me to. But they are good to me here, they treat me well. The only reason I was upset about being here was because the two of you weren’t. I need to get you both out of here,” you pause that add more firmly, “I will get you both out of here. And maybe he will allow you both to stay here with me. He seems rather intent on keeping me happy here, so I’m sure he’d be okay with it.” You hope he would at least, but you keep that to yourself.

“Well I’m glad they have been good to you, Y/N,” Pietro says softly, “we are both just so happy to know you are okay. We were so worried about you, we’ve been planning this—coming to find you, since we got home that night.” He sighs and glances around the cell, “this wasn’t exactly the plan, but we did end up finding you. So that’s what truly matters.”

“Yes,” Wanda agrees, “though I do hope you can work whatever pull you clearly have with the King and get us the heck out of here. And fast. These cells aren’t exactly one of my more favourite places to be,” she cringes playfully then giggles.

“I just missed you both so much,” you say as you giggle at your sisters playfulness. Something you have truly missed the last few days. “But I’m so sorry I worried you, I wanted to tell you somehow that I was okay, but I just didn’t know how to reach either of you.”

“We know, Y/N. And we get it, we aren’t mad at you, at all,” Wanda says sweetly, pushing her fingers through the bars towards you. “We are just so happy your okay.”

You gently grip them with your hand, but before you can say anything else a loud voice rings out. “Times up!”

“I have to go now, but I’m going to go hunt down the King and I’ll get him to release you both. I promise.” You squeeze Wanda’s fingers once more. “I love you both, and I’ll see you soon.”

“We love you too,” they say in unison.

And with that you leave, the guard letting you back out into the tunnel, where you find Thor and Sam. Both just standing quietly in the dark corridor, waiting for you to be done.

“Thank you, Thor,” you say when you reach them both. Genuinely thankful he allowed you some time with them, especially because it meant going behind his brothers back to do it. You turn to Sam, “I need to speak to the King, do you know where he is at the moment?”

Sam nods, “I believe he is in his office. I’ll take you there.”

“Thank you,” you nod and then Sam begins to lead you back towards the entrance to the castle, Thor following along.

After a short walk through the tunnels, you find yourself at the door that leads back into the castle. You enter back into a hallway, through the hidden panel in the wall. Clearly the tunnels aren’t just a way to the holding cells, they are also an escape route should the castle ever be attacked. Not that anyone would ever be foolish enough to even attempt attacking Winterbourne, you assume. They would not get very far at all of they did, what with everyone here being Lycans and all.

Once the hidden wall panel is clicked back into place, Thor bows to you, “I hope your visit with the King goes well, My Lady.”

“As do I,” you nod, “but thank you again, Thor.” He smiles in return then says goodbye to Sam before he turns and walks away down the long hallway. You turn to face Sam now, “alright, lead the way.”

He nods and then begins to walk in the opposite direction of Thor, “this way.” You quickly fall into step with him as he leads you both through the halls.

“I know it wasn’t under the best circumstances,” he glances at you as you walk. “But how was seeing your siblings again?”

“It was good, I guess. I missed them both so much. But I just feel so bad that they are locked down there like criminals, just because they came to make sure I was still alive.” You sigh, “be honest, what do you think my odds are that the King will actually let them go free?”

“For you?” Sam asks and you nod. “Pretty damn high,” he chuckles. “He’d do just about anything for you.”

“Why is that, though?” You ask furrowing your brows, “why me? I just don’t get it, I don’t get why I’m so special. It just doesn’t make any sense,” you shake your head.

“There is always a true reason behind everything that he does. He doesn’t just wing anything, everything is strategic with him. Everything has a purpose. A plan.” Sam smiles down at you, “he has a real reason for keeping you here, you just have to be patient. He will tell you soon enough, when he is ready.”

You nod, and are just rounding a corner when—

“Shit, Y/N, wait!” Sam says and you feel his hand grip your upper arm, but he isn’t fast enough and you’ve already turned the corner. Seeing a man coming down the hallway, a large guard on either side of him and Peter walking in front of him.

Sam goes to quickly pull you out of their way and back into the other corridor, but it’s too late. They have all seen you now. The man they are escorting glances up and as his eyes lock on yours, he looks like he has just seen a ghost, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He quickly shakes his head and then a huge, smug grin breaks out on his lips.

You are pinned in place, unable to move as an unpleasant shutter rips down your spin. You feel like you’ve met this man before, like you knew him before. But the memories were not good ones, not that you could actually remember him or them. But something in you associated this man with something bad. Something awful. You wish you could remember, you wish you could just get your damned memories back already.

Sam moving protectively in front of you, snaps you out of the trance you were in. You shake your head and then glance slightly around Sam’s large form to look at the man again. As all 4 people pass you both, the man looks directly in your eyes. “Lady Y/N. It’s so wonderful to finally have fou—“

“That’s enough!” Sam growls out at him, cutting the man’s words off. And the deep menacing tone of Sam’s voice, is like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before.

Your eyes widen and snap to the back of Sam’s head, as you take a tentative step back from him. You know deep down that Sam would never hurt you, but something else deep within you doesn’t have the same calm, safe feeling when Sam is angry, as when Steve is. With Steve, his wolf could be growling directly at you, and yet you wouldn’t be afraid of him, not at all. But with Sam, it’s not the same feeling, not even close.

One of the 2 guards nudges the man forward, attempting to get him to walk faster and after a minute they turn a corner and you can no longer see the 4 of them. But the look the man gave you over his shoulder, as he walked away, left knots in your stomach. “W-who was that man?” You whisper to Sam, still keeping a little distance between you both.

“Sir Brock,” he growls spinning to face you now. You take another quick step back at his fast movement, your eyes wide once again. While his narrow in on you for a second and then they soften instantly. And luckily for you, he doesn’t even attempt to move towards you, instead choosing to stay planted exactly where he stands. “Y/N, I’d never hurt you,” he frowns, looking like you’ve just kicked him. “You have nothing to fear from me, or any of us here. No one within this entire realm would ever hurt you,” he shakes his head. ���We wouldn’t live long enough to see another day, if we did. You are entirely safe here, with all of us, I promise you that.”

“I know you’d never hurt me, truly I do. It’s just that I am so small compared to all of you,” you sigh, glancing down at yourself. “And you can all turn into these insanely large wolves, whenever you so please. Which can be rather unnerving to someone who doesn’t have that ability.”

He nods slowly, the frown still on his lips, “I guess I can understand that.”

“Sam,” you make the first move and step towards him, placing your hand on his forearm. “I know you’d never hurt me. This is just all still so new to me, I’m not used to it yet. It will just take me some time, and then you can growl all you’d like and I won’t instantly have a flight or fight reaction. I’m just not quite there yet, but I will be soon.” You smile reassuringly at him, just wanting to comfort him and cheer him up. Sam is the one person here you are closest with, you consider him a good friend and the thought that you had upset him or hurt his feelings, crushes you. He has always trusted you, and been so good to you, he deserves that much in return.

He nods and gives you a small smile, “thank you for saying all of that, Y/N.”

You nod, “well, it’s the truth. Now, let’s go find that King of ours,” you giggle.

“Oh shit, the King!” Sam smacks a hand to his forehead. “Oh no. I totally screwed up. This is not good. Not good at all. He is going to be so angry with me,” he mumbles quickly. So quickly you almost didn’t catch it all. Almost.

“The King?” You ask and he nods, glancing around the hall as if to find an escape route, muttering words under his breath that you can’t quite make out. “Sam, Sam, calm down,” you say softly. “Why would he be mad at you, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I messed up,” he mumbles and shakes his head. “We have to go speak to him at once. He needs to know,” he gently grabs your hand and abruptly begins to pull you down the hall, you trying desperately to keep up with his large, fast steps. You can’t even begin to put thought into what Sam is even going on about, as you are too worried about falling flat on your face in this moment.

“Sam, slow down,” you quickly plead, “my legs aren’t as long as yours.”

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says as he instantly slows down, but slow to him is still a very hasty pace to you. You sigh and just focus on not tripping on your feet, as he continues to pull you down the hall.

You both abruptly stop in front of a large, red door, but you don’t hear any noises on the other side of it. Sam quickly knocks and a moment later the door opens to reveal Nat behind it. She glances between you both, one of her brows raised in question, but then her eyes snap to Sam’s, widening instantly. Yet, just like all the other times, not a single word has been said.

She quickly opens the door all the way, ushering you both inside before she closes it again. Your eyes land on Steve sitting at a large desk, Bucky standing beside it. You don’t even glance around the room, as your eyes are stuck on the ridiculously handsome blonde, who you haven’t seen in days. Gods, how you’ve missed the sight of him. How can one man be that damned handsome?! It wouldn’t fair, at all. He locks eyes with you, a smirk on his lips, as if he could read your mind just now.

But then his eyes snap to Sam, you glance to your right to see Sam still beside you, with his head bowed submissively to Steve.

“What!?” Steve growls, and your eyes instantly flick back to him, seeing as he abruptly stands up from his chair, slamming his fists on the top of his large desk. His eyes narrow on the General for a moment then flick to Nat, you look to your left, where Nat is currently standing, and see her nod to nothing.

She then turns to you, “come, Y/N. Let’s go into the hall for a moment,” she says sweetly, attempting to usher you towards the door.

“What?” You furrow your brows, then look back to Steve, “but I need to speak with you.”

He gives you a small reassuring smile, “I know, little one. I just need to talk to Sam for a moment, and then I will be all yours. I promise.”

“Sam better not be in trouble,” you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at the large blonde. “He didn’t do anything wrong. And if you are going to scold him for nothing, then I will happily stay right where I am, to defend him. I refuse to leave this room if that is the case.”

Bucky snorts, dropping his eyes instantly to the floor in front of him, but you don’t miss the large grin on his lips. And as for Steve, he just smirks, shaking his head. And for a second the smirk on his face almost looked elated? Impressed? Proud, even? But that can’t be the emotion you just saw, could it? Why would he be proud of you for speaking out of turn? For questioning him, for defying his orders? “He isn’t in any trouble, Y/N, I promise. Bucky and I just have a few questions for him, that’s all.”

You glance to Sam, who gives you a small nod, as if to say he will be okay, as if to promise it. “Fine,” you huff, looking back to Steve. “I will leave. But I’ll be just outside this door,” you point to it, “waiting for you to be finished.”

He nods, the corners of his lips twitching up just slightly, “of course. We won’t be long.”

You shoot him a stern look, as if to say that you’d hold him to that. And then you allow Nat to usher you out into the hall, and once she has closed the door, she turns to you. “Well, that was a first,” she chuckles then gives you a once over, sizing you up. As if she is just taking you in for the first time now, like she never expected you to be something more than she’d originally thought.

“What was?” You cross your arms, feeling slightly defensive now.

“Seeing someone not only talk back to him, but also question his authority at the same time.” She shakes her head, “and he didn’t even say a word about it. He just instantly accepted it and actually tried to reason with you, tried to calm you down. If anyone else ever spoke to him like that, he’d rip our heads off before we could even finish the first sentence. And yet you,” she gestures to your whole form, “this small little firecracker, talks back to him, and he damn near almost bows submissively to you.” She grins widely, “it was just a sight to see, that’s for sure. But I knew there was a reason why I liked you so damned much.”

“No one,” you pause, your arms unfolding and falling to your sides. “No one has ever talked back to him before?”

“Oh no, they have,” she nods, “they just didn’t live long enough to even get the chance to regret that mistake.”

“Oh,” you glance down at your hands, fiddling with your dress. “He actually killed them?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, unfazed. “Talking back is a complete disregard of authority. If you can disrespect your,” she pauses, looking apprehensive and you cut in.

“I know about Lycans and Alphas.”

She nods, and continues, “if you can so easily disrespect your Alpha like that, then you are a threat to them. You aren’t submissive to them anymore, and therefore, if they allow you to live after that, you could end up costing them everything. Their control over the pack, their respect within it, their life even. It also doesn’t help matters that Alphas are highly dominant, and very territorial.” She shrugs, “just the way they are wired. Survival of the fittest, and all that.”

You nod, but just as you are about to speak the door opens, Bucky and Sam exiting the office. You glance passed them to see Steve sitting at his desk, looking truly exhausted, and a little worried even. But then his eyes flick up and lock with yours and the look disappears, instantly.

Sam gestures for you to enter the room, “you’re turn.”

You look up at him questioningly, and he nods and smiles reassuringly at you. As if to say he is completely fine, all in one piece. You nod back and then enter Steve’s office, someone closing the door softly behind you. You glance over your shoulder at it, as it clicks shut and then turn to look back at Steve.

Your eyes connect with his beautiful blues, and then he slowly stands from his chair, and makes his way around the desk towards you, his eyes never once leaving yours. And all of a sudden, you start taking involuntarily steps towards him, meeting him in the middle of the large room. Your body is humming, your mind a delicious haze once again. Every upset or worry within you, is now gone.

You now feel entirely happy, content, whole, just standing here mere inches from the ridiculously large blonde. Tingles shoot through your right cheek, and down your whole body, instantly realizing that his warm hand now rests upon it.

“I have missed you, little one,” he says softly as his eyes finally break from yours to glance around your face. As if to just take every feature in, like he’s a man lost in the desert and you are the first water he’s seen in days. “More than you know.”

You lean your face more into his large hand, closing your eyes and sighing contently. “I have missed you just as much.”

He sweetly kisses your forehead, as you keep your eyes closed, just basking in the pleasant sensations that are currently thrumming through you, at his lips upon your skin. Before you can even think better of it, and as if your body is possessed, you reach up on your tiptoes and softly press your lips to his.

You aren’t sure if that was your first kiss or not, but you wouldn’t regret it one bit if it was. He seems to freeze for just a second, long enough for you to notice, but not long enough for you to become nervous and remove your lips from his. He kisses you back, as your hands grab onto the material of his shirt.

His large hand slips smoothly from your cheek to the back of your head, resting at the base of your skull as he deepens the kiss, immensely. Everything in you feels on fire, yet you also feel like you are drowning, you aren’t sure how it’s even possible to feel both of those things at the same time. But you aren’t complaining. Not one bit.

All of a sudden his free arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up so you are chest to chest with him. You abruptly release his shirt from your grasp and fling your arms around his neck, one hand instantly finding the hair at the back of his head. Your head is spinning, your heart is pumping, and every part of you is warm and tingling. You’ve never felt anything like this before, not even close.

You don’t really know what to do with your legs, you want to wrap them around his narrow waist, but your dress sort of hinders that. So you settle with them just dangling there, as the rest of your body is wrapped up in his large, strong arms.

He breaks the kiss finally to allow you both to breathe, but his mouth doesn’t leave you. His large hand in your hair gently grabs and tilts your head to the side as he slowly peppers little kisses and light nips along your jaw, and down your neck. Slowly, agonizingly so, he comes to the spot where your shoulder meets your neck.

And the moment his lips touch that place you moan softly, the feeling is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s this instant pleasure that sings through you, every nerve in your body is alight and pulsing upon his gentle touch. You feel as if you will melt, melt into nothing, like you will just cease to exist all of a sudden.

You think that you should feel embarrassed in this moment, you should think this very improper and wrong. But you don’t feel any of those things currently. To the contrary actually. This all feels so right, so normal, so wonderful. And Steve doesn’t seem to think it feels wrong in any way either. Your quiet moans actually seem to have spurred him on even more. As his arm begins to tighten a little more around you, and his teeth graze the skin of that tantalizing spot.

And then you gasp as he gently bites you, not breaking the skin or causing any pain but you feel it, intensely. He has now attached himself to you, to that exquisite part of you. The place that feels like it’s longed for his touch, for his appreciation, for his teeth. You can’t explain these feelings rushing through you, but in this moment, you don’t even care to explain them. You don’t want to waste a single moment thinking, you just want to allow yourself to be lost in him, in his touch, his lips.

But before you know it, he releases your neck, and drops his forehead to your shoulder. It’s in this moment that you notice how hard he is breathing. His chest rising and falling with such force, you honestly can’t believe you hadn’t noticed earlier. And then you feel your own moving just as forcefully, your breathing laboured and erratic. Which you also hadn’t noticed till now.

The room is both silent and still, aside from the sounds of both of your breaths, and your heart pounding in your own ears. It’s so loud that you are sure Steve can also hear it now as well. He sighs deeply and then slowly lowers you back to your feet, raising his head, and removing his arm from around you. And once again you almost want to demand he put it back. Demand he hold you and never let you go again.

His hand, that was behind your head, releases its hold on you and comes back around to your cheek. Before leaving your skin as he tucks a strand of your now loose, and probably disheveled, hair back behind your ear. He locks eyes with you once again, so many unreadable emotions running through them at the moment. Too many for you to even attempt to decipher.

He shakes his head gently, as if he needs to clear the haze and then he steps back. Putting far too much wide open space between you both, in your opinion. Much more than you are currently pleased with, you almost want to step forward, just to remove some of that distance but his voice halts you. “I believe you had something you needed to speak with me about?”

And instantly it comes crashing back. Wanda and Pietro. Gods, how could you have completely forgotten about them. About how they currently sit in those horrid cells, while you are up here making out with the King. Some sister you are. You shake your head, and take a reluctant step back, he might have actually had the right idea with the whole distance thing. It definitely helps clear the haze.

You glance down at your fingers, watching as they fiddle with each other. “Yes, you see, my um, my brother and sister were just so worried, that they came to find me. Your guards caught them, of course, and took them to the holding cells and I,” you falter slightly, nervous about what he’ll say to all of this.

“And you wanted to ask if I’d release them,” he fills in, “if they could stay here?”

You nod your answer, refusing to look up at him as you are afraid of what you’ll see. Afraid you’ll be able to tell what his verdict is before he even says it, terrified it will be the one you may not like. The answer you don’t want.

But then the room goes completely silent, not a word is spoken. You furrow your brows and raise your eyes, curious why he hasn’t responded yet. You go to open your mouth but the words get trapped in your throat, noticing that he now has that strange out of body look in his beautiful blue eyes.

You furrow your brows and just like that he snaps out of it, looking at you curiously now. “What’s that look for?”

“Why do you all keep doing that?”

He raises a brow at you, “doing what?”

You gesture to his ridiculously attractive face, “that. That your body is present but your mind is not, thing.”

He chuckles and the sound is glorious, “it’s called mind-linking. It’s a thing our kind can do, we are all linked through our wolves, so we can talk to anyone in the pack, within our heads.”

“Really?” Your eyes grow wide, “you could speak to Sam right now, if you wanted?”

He nods, “I could. Just as anyone could speak to me, so long as I have the link open. We can shut it off when we don’t want to be disturbed. Though Bucky or Nat can always reach me, even if I have it shut off.”

You nod, “who were you linking? Just now, I mean.”

“Sam and Loki,” he says with a smirk on his lips, but doesn’t offer anything else.

You raise a brow at him. “Okay,” you prompt for him to continue on.

Then a knock sounds on the large door, startling you, you glance towards it as it opens revealing Sam. You furrow your brows and turn to look back up at Steve, questioningly.

“Sam will return you to your room, and Loki will be retrieving your siblings from the cells and bringing them there.” He smiles down at you, “they will stay with you tonight, and then I’ll have rooms made up for them in the morning. As it is getting late and none of the guest rooms are ready at the moment.”

You smile up at him, utterly enraptured but this giant, sweet man in front of you. “Truly?”

He nods, “truly.”

You surge towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. “Thank you, Steve. Thank you so, so much,” you mutter into the fabric of his shirt, as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

He drops his head down, kissing the top of yours. “You are so, so welcome, little one,” he says into your hair as he chuckles softly. “Now go, I know how excited you are to see them,” he stands tall, removing his arms from around you.

You release him from your embrace, and take a step back. Normally you’d want to whine, or stomp your foot at the lost of his warmth around you, but you are far too elated. Far too ecstatic that you finally get your siblings back. You give Steve a giant grin, then turn to walk towards Sam but pause near the door. You glance over your shoulder at him, “I’ll see you again soon, won’t I?”

He nods, “you will, very soon.”

“Okay,” you smile even wider now and nod, “then I will look forward to that.”

“As will I,” he nods back. And with that you exit the office with Sam, heading back to your rooms, so you can wait eagerly for your siblings to be brought up. To say you were a little relieved to finally, actually have them back was an understatement. You were over the moon with relief.

Somewhere far, but also too close.

“Sir, I have news of Lady Y/N,” Brock says eagerly as he rushes into the dark cave. Getting right to the point of why he is here. “I know where she is.”

“You know?” The large man booms, his voice reverberating off the uneven rock walls. “Have you seen her!?”

Brock nods quickly, “I have, Sir. I have laid my very own eyes upon her.”

“Wonderful. So where is she now?”

Brock’s joyfulness falters, his eyes drop to the ground, mumbling out, “I’m afraid the Lycan King has her, at the moment.”

“What?” The large man yells, raising a hand to his ear. “Speak up you imbecile, I can’t hear you when you mumble like an insolent child! You know how much that angers me!”

Brock takes a deep, shutter breath, “I’m afraid the Lycan King has her, Sir.”

The large man scowls at Brock. He spits the name like a curse, “Steven, you mean?”

“Yes, Sir,” Brock nods once. “That is correct.”

“Damnit!” The large man bellows, glaring at Brock, “that makes things much more difficult now.” He takes a moment to think, just glancing around the cave. “I need you to get word to her, somehow. Figure that out for yourself. Meet with her, tell her everything,” he pauses, his eyes narrowing on Brock. “You know what I mean by everything, correct?”

“I do, Sir,” Brock nods again. “I will tell her everything.”

“Good, go now,” he waves him off. “You’ve done well so far, Brock. But do not fail me now.”

“I won’t, Sir,” Brock nods a final time and then quickly exits the cave, heading back towards Winterbourne, towards the castle. And towards Y/N.

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[starrywonn]

february spring

request: can you do a han jisung bullet point scenario with a fantasy au??? like he's the prince and y/n's his knight or something oof :'>

a/n: i had to rewrite this like four times that's why this took so long anyways this is my first request in a REALLY long time :”))) i hope you enjoy it!! pairing: prince! han jisung/knight! reader genre: fluff scenario type: bulletpoint scenario word count: 1.6k

warnings: cursing (like one time)

sunlight pours into the window of your bedroom, piercing your eyes

you immediately get off your bed to get prepared for the day ahead

you dress in your plainclothes and make your way towards the stone castle that made your residence seem like a dwarf

the thudding of your running feet fills the empty corridor

the armoury was chillingly silent

you hastily put your armour on and place your sword in the sheath

you speed walk to the prince’s room

just on time

the prince had just woken up, his hair an absolute mess, eyes droopy and low

“mornin’ y/n”

“morning. i see you had a good night’s sleep?”

“only the best,” he says airily

you wait patiently outside the bathroom as he gets ready

he comes out of the bathroom with a completely different aura

his hair was now neater, his cream coloured night clothes replaced with a deep blue tunic and trousers

"ok let's go. you're gonna be late"

despite only recently beginning to guard jisung, you had already fallen into a routine

he was about your age which shocked him at first

his guards were always way older than him

it was insane that someone his age was already one of the top fighters in the land

he always pestered you to tell him how you got that good but all you would tell him was “lots of practice”

he’d give you an annoyed look but after a while, he stopped asking

getting back to the task at hand, you quickly think of the lessons he had to go to

out of the large array of classes, he had ruling, sword fighting, horse riding, etiquette and archery today

sometimes, it felt like you were babysitting him more than you were his bodyguard

you had to attend all the boring lectures with him too zzz

finally, it was his last class of the day

archery

ah, archery

what pain it caused jisung

every time you see him shoot, you kind of want to lose it

his face was always scrunched up in a weird way whenever he tried to shoot

give him a sword and he’d best anyone any day but archery was a different story

but at least this one thing deflates his stupid huge ego so he doesn't get his head stuck up in the clouds

“y/nnnnnn can’t you just teach me??? all my teacher does is get me to copy you. you might as well teach me right??”

you? teach him?

“well, technically, i'm not qualified to”

jisung pouts at you

“but if you want me to, i GUESS i can” you say as you roll your eyes

“you can’t take it back!!”

“HHHHH”

dinner comes around

all jisung does is sit at the table, scarf down delicious food and give you mischievious looks

you glance large mounds of food dished on gold and silver platters

but you can’t eat any of it! too bad

so obviously, your best choice is to go back to staring at the wall

you’re so out of it that when the king calls out your name, you almost jump out of your skin

“yes, your majesty?”

“i asked if you would be alright to teach jisung archery from now on.”

“of course, your majesty! it would be such an honour to be able to do so”

jisung gleams towards your direction and you shoot back an annoyed look

“very well! i will make the necessary arrangements.”

the dinner was finished without much fuss and as you walk jisung back to his bedchambers, he seemed to be almost skipping

was he really that happy to be coached by you?

“good night y/n, see you tomorrow!!”

“good night”

the next thing you know, it's the next day and you and jisung were in front of the archery targets in the fields

jisung was showing you how he usually shot

immediately, you could see his mistakes

“you have to take into account the wind. aiming for the centre doesn’t mean that you will hit it.”

jisung nodded, adjusted his bow and shot again

he finally hit the target

it involved lots of death glares, cursing the gods and jisung almost breaking the bow more than once

but after two weeks, he could hit bullseyes repeatedly

least to say you were proud of him

but also a little suspicious that he failed with his other coaches on purpose

jisung proudly announces his achievement to nearly everyone he meets

the king and queen were over the moon and immediately wanted to reward jisung

“if there’s anyone you should reward, it’s y/n. they’re the one who helped me,” jisung pointed out

“ah, y/n! is there any way we can repay you?”

you froze

you never thought about being repaid at all

you shook your head

“it’s alright, your majesty. i just did my job. in fact, it’s prince jisung who shot those bullseyes so i can’t say i really did much”

the king waves off your excuse, “nonsense! if you ever wish for anything, let us know! we’ll be more than happy to get it for you”

“thank you, your majesty”

as jisung makes his fortnightly visit to the villages, he brings up the spring festival

his horse is in a slow trot

he goes off on a tangent and rambles on and on about everything under the sun

he gestures so much you get dizzy looking

but you can see the sparkle of anticipation and excitement in them as he talks animatedly

it's cute, you think to yourself

wait, hold on, you’re not supposed to think this way about him

you shake your head, willing yourself out of it

“so of course, we’ll be attending as guests-of-honour but i want to experience the festival for real”

“for real?” you quirk your eyebrow

“yea! for real! like going out to the streets and like, getting to eat all the snacks we want kind of real?”

“but what about your parents? wouldn't they want you there with them?”

"who cares what they think! getting to go to the festival is a once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"and how would manage to avoid everyone?"

your jaw drops as he explains his plan

this boy really has a wild imagination

“wouldn't asking be easier?”

“c’mon y/n!! don’t be such a party pooper!! it’s an adventure!! let’s just try it!!”

you sigh

“fine. one 'adventure' wouldn’t hurt right?”

jisung pumps his fist in the air, gleaming

“but, on one condition. you have to make sure to stick with me the whole time. because if you get lost or injured, it's on me”

jisung eagerly nods

training sessions were spent secretly planning the best route around the festival

jisung gets to play the fair games and you get to steal his snacks

it's a win-win situation here

the day of the spring festival comes within a blink of an eye

you wait behind the balcony doors where the royals are announcing the start of the festival

the resounding cheers are audible through the thick walls of the castle

you follow behind as the royal family walks to the town square

the townspeople rush to invite the king and queen to try their goods

jisung and you exchange a look

it was time

the two of you rush back into the castle

you change back into your plainclothes and stand outside jisung's room

you crack open the door

"hurry up jisung!!!!"

"i'm coming!!!!"

he pulls on the door and you nearly fall with it

"geez, 'sung" you mutter

when you look at him, jisung almost looks like a regular teenager

but there's something still a little off

you reach over and ruffle his hair

"that’s much better. now let's GO"

you grab a hold of his hand and drag him out of the castle

for once, you let yourself go, having fun as a kid your age would

you both stuff yourselves with all sorts of snacks till you're sure that if you take another bite you would probably puke

you and jisung walk out to the quieter parts of town

he grabs your wrist and leads you into the forest

you end up on a small clearing that overlooks the villages

jisung sits near the edge

you follow suit, slightly confused

in a small whisper, he says, “look up”

the stars are bright, dotting the pitch black sky

jisung sighs

"it's beautiful right?"

you hum in silent acknowledgement

"i used to come here when everything was too much," he pauses, "it's harder than people think. being a prince i mean. just so many people trying to take advantage of your position or waiting for you to fail"

"yeah, it's scary" you pick at the grass around you, "but you're getting through it pretty okay right? you’re trying your best and that’s what matters. plus i'm here with you now. i'll fight those assholes if i have to"

he lets out a small chuckle

the two of you sit in silence

everything seemed so small from where you sat, the chatter and noise in the village replaced by the chirping of crickets

"i like you"

his words break the silence softly, passing like the fluttering wind

they hold an air of absent-mindedness but in your mind, they're heavy with meanings and implications

your throat suddenly feels dry

when you look over to him, he's still looking at the night sky above

his eyes seem to hold the universe and the moonlight gives his face an angelic glow

it finally hits you that when he wasn't being an absolute dork, he was actually… handsome

the starlight clouds your judgement for a split second and you lean over, pressing a small kiss onto his cheek

"i like you too"

his hand finds yours and in the february spring, it's you two against the world

[sumptuoushstyles-blog]

Harry is kinda with Y/N, Y/N is kinda young.

or, Y/n and Harry are friends with benefits, but they both crave something more. Harry makes a lot of mistakes and Y/N drinks a lot. 

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Requested: yes sis

Warnings: angst, mentions of doing the dirty?? mostly fluffy and angsty, oh and some underage drinking

A/N: ahhhh I'm back!!! I'm sorry, college has been kicking my ass lately. I’m happy to get this out though! I had to get myself back in the game and thank you guys so much for being patient, I hope that you guys love it, and thank you lovely anons for requesting young!y/n

Harry’s first mistake was getting too comfortable with you. You both didn’t mind it at first, but he could feel himself almost not being able to last a day without you in his presence for at least an hour. You were his best friend on tour, he didn’t mind being himself around you and that’s what made it so easy for him to be attached to you.

Being friends with benefits with you was his second mistake, he’ll admit that. You were young, you just turned 19 a couple days prior when it begun. You both couldn’t help it though. Since your relationship was good enough to talk about anything, you guys didn’t mind talking about the sexual pleasure that you guys were missing.

The next day after that conversation is where he found himself not concentrating on the movie in front of the both of you, but focusing himself on you instead. You were on the opposite side of the couch, feet propped up on his legs. You’re wearing comfy shorts with a oversized hoodie, hair up in a messy bun with no makeup on.

Not that you cared how you looked in front of him, but you kind of wish that when Harry finally decided to make a move you looked more decent than your usual pajamas. You had no problem voicing that to Harry as you guys talked about your first time as you were getting ready to open his show for him, where he rolled his eyes and got up to lock the door, eating you out in one of your best outfits just the same as he did that first night in response to your complaining.

It’s been months since that first time, and Harry cursed the gods above, (and your parents) on the day that he realized he was in love with you. It was when he flew his mum in for one of his shows, and when he introduced you two is when his true feelings came out.

He’s never nervous when introducing people to his mum, knowing that 98% of the time she’ll accept them with open arms. He found himself waiting till the absolute last minute to introduce you to her.

There were a few hours before you had to open for Harry, which meant that you were in the process of getting ready. He heard the music blasting from down the hallway, “Kiwi” to be exact, and he smirked to himself, liking that it was his music you were listening to.

He walked in, Anne right on his tail and he let out a laugh, watching you sing into your hairbrush as you were dancing, back faced him.

“I’m having your baby, it’s none your bus- oh!” You said, only a bit startled as you paused the music, laughing along with them.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the opening act for your son and his biggest fan, how are you?” Was your opening line, walking up to Anne.

Now, most people go for the awkward hand shake, not knowing how comfortable the other person is with hugs.

You weren’t most people. You proved that as you opened your arms to embrace Anne in a hug, squeezing her just as tight as Anne was squeezing you. You both pulled away and you gave her a soft smile.

“It’s so nice meeting you! I’m just getting ready,” You said, pointing to the makeup that has been barely placed on your face, “You guys are more than welcome to sit and chat with me if you’d like!” You finished, pointing to the couch.

“That would be lovely.” Anne said with a smile on her face. They sit down, watching Y/N apply her makeup while making some small talk.

Harry always does a small test with his girlfriends, that if he’s able to leave the room and his mum and girlfriend are still making small talk, he would feel more comfortable seeing the said girl because he knows his mum is comfortable.

“‘M jus’ gonna go to the loo, be back in’a bit.” He smiles innocently, to which the two women nod in response. He walks out the room and then down the hallway, waiting a bit before returning. A couple minutes go by before he decides to return. Peeking his head in, curiosity creeps upon him when he sees what you guys are doing.

You’re not at your makeup station anymore, instead you brought everything with you to the couch and you’re doing Anne’s makeup, talking softly amongst yourselves.

He makes his presence known, (accidentally) when Y/N leans down to reach for a different makeup product, noticing his tall frame since he didn’t move quick enough. You raise your eyebrows at him, and a small blush rises to his face as he slowly walks in.

“Wha’s goin’ on in here?” He asks, and you just giggle before responding.

“Your mum said that she liked the way I did my makeup after she saw it on my instagram, so I offered to do hers for her.” You reply, and Anne looks at him with a bright smile.

He would smile back, but he’s too busy smiling softly at the girl who is applying the makeup on his mum, heart skipping a beat when you catch his eye, giving him an even brighter smile. You should be getting ready for your own show, and yet here you are making his mum happy without being asked to do so, and that’s when he knew.

It was only a few weeks ago where he felt like his mum was more sad about leaving you than him, you and her were practically attached at the hip after his show, and he swore his cheeks hurt from smiling so much since he was so happy.

Harry’s third mistake was telling management that it was okay for Camille to come to the show, she needed some more publicity since they haven’t been pictured with each other for quite some time. That resulted into them going to a restaurant, eating outside may he add, in order for the paps to get some good pics.

So he guesses his fourth mistake was letting Camille kiss him straight on his mouth, even though it was a small peck, the pictures make it look like much more than it really is.

All he could think about is you, wondering if you’re hurt by seeing these pictures, if you even saw them yet.

He had to spend the night at the same hotel as Camille, staying in different rooms of course, he lost track of time the next day, not leaving until evening, causing him to be late for your performance.

He walks in backstage and hears a familiar tune being played on a piano, but then he realizes that it isn’t one of your songs.

He gets a better listen when he isn’t in the earshot of people, and he soon realizes it’s the piano version of “Girl Crush” that you’re singing along to, which catches him by surprise since this song isn’t on your setlist. He drifts out of his thoughts when he hears you singing the chorus, and he takes a look at you and he feels the way his stomach clenches and the way the heat runs through his body.

Your eyes are closed as you let the emotion of the song take over you, both hands grasping the mic stand.

“I want her long blonde hair, I want that magic touch. Yeah ‘cause maybe then, you’d want me just as much.” You take a second to catch your breath and look to the side stage where you feel his eyes staring into you.

“I got a girl crush.” You sing, eyes boring into his, tearing your eyes away as you get into the next part of the song.

He feels terrible, stomach dropping in a way that it hasn’t before since you guys have started your fling.

You finish the song and he walks away, going to get ready. It’s when you’re rushing off stage that he feels the absolute worst, noticing your teary eyes as you run past him, he himself turning around so quick he feels dizzy.

He doesn’t bother catching up to you, instead just watches your every movement. He watches you get to the table where all the drinks are, prop yourself against it as your breathing heavily. You then harshly bring your hands up to under your eyes and wipe the tears that must’ve feel in your frantic state.

It’s when you grab a vodka bottle and some juice and proceed to walk away to your dressing room he gets worried. You’re about to shut the door when he forces it back open, causing you to groan and roll your eyes.

Walking to the couch and opening up the bottle to take a swig, you grimace at the taste, opening up your juice and using it as a chaser to get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth.

“What’re yeh doin’, love?” He asks, you chuckling bitterly in response.

“Drinking to stupidity and feelings.” You tell him, frowning now.

He’s frowning too, not wanting to be the cause of you drinking.

“You’re gonna get sick.” He tells you, reaching for the bottle. But you’re faster, grabbing it and standing up just as quick.

“Hopefully I’ll be so sick you can’t fuck me later.” You tell him, taking another sip from the bottle. He notices that you didn’t need as big as a sip of your juice this time, worrying him even more because he knows that with the rate you’re going, you’re not going to need the chaser.

“Don’t be like tha’.” He tells you sternly. You roll your eyes yet again, “Can’t tell me what to do, ‘m not your girlfriend.” You spit out at him.

“You know it was for publicity.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yeh do, Y/N, told yeh that from the beginning.” He tries reasoning with you, earning a scoff in response.

“Never kissed her until last night, or stayed at the same hotel with her until last night.” You shot right back. “Fucked her too, I bet. I know how you get since we haven’t fucked in a couple days, you were probably desperate for it.” You shouted, even though you know for a fact he didn’t have sex with her.

“Really?” He questioned you sarcastically, you just nodding in response.

“You’re right,” he begins, walking towards the door, “wasn’t for publicity. Fucked her righ’ into the mattress, just like yeh said. She made me cum so hard, felt better than yeh ever did!” He yelled, slamming the door as he walked out, wasting no time to go to his own dressing room, slamming the door there too.

He didn’t have much time to cool off before Jeff was banging on his door telling him that he needed to go on stage and to, “drop the attitude,” Jeff gaining the finger and a forced smile in response.

As he’s walking towards the stage, he hears your words all slurred together. He looks for you, and finds you chatting someone up who was part of the backstage crew, but he knows that by your smile and the way you’re standing extremely close to him, that it’s not just “chatting.”

“Oi!” He warned, “She’s drunk. Doesn’t know wha’ she’s doin’ mate, maybe another time.” He tells him, making eye contact with you the whole time.

“Really, Harry?” You ask, anger laced into your voice. He opens his mouth in response, but quickly feels himself being dragged in the opposite direction of you, which mean he’s going to the stage.

The whole time he was performing, he brought an energy that he never did before. He was definitely taking his anger out on stage, helped him with his best performances yet.

He calms down a lot more as the night progresses, doesn’t really have time to think when there are thousands of people staring at you.

He notices you watching from the side stage, which is good he thinks, means you stopped drinking for the time being. He stopped giving you his side glances though, still mad at the fact that you think he would fuck anyone else. He can’t even think about having anybody else wrapped around him besides you.

It’s when he goes backstage for a break before his encore that he realizes his fifth mistake, which is that Camille needed to be seen walking into the arena, so of course while he was performing is when she decided to do it, where Y/N was drunk and already not having the strongest feelings towards her.

Walking offstage he sees you immediately, eyes locked on Camille’s movements as she’s talking to Jeff while his eyes stay locked on you.

Camille notices Harry and decides to greet him with a hug and kiss on the cheek, his eyes are still on Y/N and since hers are locked on Camille’s body, she meets his eyes on accident. She rolls hers and gets up, grabbing her purse and walking away.

He feels the pit in his stomach again, pulling away from Camille, feet already moving to catch up with you when he realizes that he has to finish his show.

He sucks in a breath and braces himself for the crowd, wishing that it was already over with so he could just be with you, wanting to apologize and make everything right.

The concert ends and all he’s thinking about is you. He changes quickly and makes his way outside, walking the brief 2 minutes it takes to get to the hotel, knocking on your door, hoping you’re in there. He stands there for 5 minutes, just waiting, but getting no answer.

He decides to go to his room and to shower, hopefully giving you some space before he goes to find you again.

Walking into his hotel room, having a text typed out to you saying, “are you safe?”, ready to hit send when he realizes you’re in his room, rummaging through his fridge, opening one of the travel size bottles of alcohol.

“You know,” you begin, “they overcharge the price of alcohol in here for these small bottles, oh well.” You shrugged, loosening the cap and taking a large gulp, getting halfway down the bottle.

“Y/N, yeh need t’stop now.” He says, wanting to take care of you but feeling so angry all over again. He shuts the door and sits on the bed, moving all of your bags that you placed on it before reaching down to start untying his shoes.

“No, the night’s just begun Harry! C’mon, we’re friends! Let’s talk about the night you had last night!” You exclaimed, reaching into his luggage to grab one of his shirts while he’s slipping off his shoes.

“Nothin’ happened!” He groaned out in frustration, watching you pull his t-shirt over your naked frame.

“Yeah, okay.” You mutter out, feeling the tears brim your eyes as you drunken haze takes over.

“Y/N. We need to talk about this when you’re sober.”

“Wanna talk now.” You tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeh sang Girl Crush tonight.” He states, not in an accusing matter but stating it as a fact. You roll your eyes, obviously knowing what you sang.

“Yeah, and?” You ask, eyebrows raised.

“Tha’ song is about being jealous of the girl that’s with the man yeh love.” He says, standing up and pointing his finger at you, definitely accusing you now.

You shrug again, “So maybe it is, what’s the point?”

“Yeh sang it after I was with Camille.” He accuses again, hands on his hips now.

You don’t have anything to say. What can you say when someone is absolutely right? You realized he wasn’t there halfway through your show, so you thought you could get away with singing about how you felt about him when he wasn’t there, but of course he showed up right at the chorus.

After seeing those pictures, it broke you. All you wanted was to get your show over with and to get drunk, which you did. You realized you loved Harry after his mum gushed to you about how much he talked about you to her, your own heart dancing around the thought of being with Harry officially.

“What do you want me to say?” You question, walking past him to go brush your teeth.

“Tell me how you feel!” He yells, walking into the bathroom behind you.

“I feel like I’m too young for this! I’m too young and-and inexperienced to be falling in love with someone who has done stuff like this before!” You yell right back, covering your mouth as you realized what you said.

“Yeh love me?” He asks you softly, you just nodding in confirmation.

“I love yeh,” he tells you, bringing his hand to your waist, “I can’t think ‘bout anyone else when your pretty self is occupying m’brain, love” He says, sincerity in his voice.

“Seeing those pictures I just-”

“I know.” He murmurs, bringing your body close to his and kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t know it was happening ‘till it was already too late. Thought of yeh right after.” He says, pulling away to look at you.

“Harry I don’t know what I’m doing.” You tell him honestly. “I want you but I’m young, tour is going to end soon and then I won’t see you because then I go back home but I just want you all the time.”

“Listen t’me-”

“And I love your mom!” You sob, Harry looking at you with a bit of amusement in his eyes as he realizes now all the alcohol is settling in.

“She’s so sweet and she told me how much you talk about me and she’s like my best friend, I talk to her all the time, H! Don’t wanna lose her or you.” You continue to cry.

“She told yeh I talk about yeh? And yeh text her everyday? Little schemers.” He says, helping you wash off your makeup and then to brush your teeth. He listens to the little babbles that you’re going on about as he brushes his own teeth, you patiently waiting for him to finish before going to lay in bed.

“H, I have decided to be your girlfriend. We’ll make it work as we always do, right?” You ask, cuddling into his chest.

He chuckles, kissing your head and wrapping his arms around you tightly, letting out consent sigh.

“Yeah, love. We’re going to work it out.”

[spockat]

Fave Fandom and Ships

in answer to an ask from weeks ago, sorry

Fave Fandom and Ships

001 Fandom Discovery

Least favorite character – when MU Lorca fully revealed himself a villainous villainous man [stomping that guy’s face – really?! Diatribe against alien races? Ugh]. I HATED what the writers did with Lorca. Emperor Georgiou also hits the stereotypical notes, since she doesn’t have a mustache she twirls cooked ganglia instead, and she’s also been given the Villain Trope of being bisexual – because [gasp!] “what could be worse” [this trope is on display in many shows and movies]. Yeah, we get it, she uses every. body.

5 Fave Ships – Prime Lorca/Cornwell; MU Lorca/PU Burnham; Stamets/Culber; Tilly/Tyler, I really don’t have any others. While Tyler/Burnham was well-acted, I didn’t really feel it except in the moment at the end of “Into the Forest I Go”

Character I find most attractive – ummm GABRIEL LORCA

Character I would marry – Prime Lorca [In my headcanon he’s a really decent guy – as I write in my BlackQat Katriel fics. [Although he can be stubborn as fuck, and when captaining his ship he’s pretty much like MU Lorca in temperament, using a tad bit of sarcasm here and there. He’s a little salty, but damned good and his crew would follow him through hell because he’s loyal to them.]

Character I would be best friends with – Katrina Cornwell. I hope I’d be good friends with her, she is so levelheaded and [headcanon] kind and compassionate, and probably encourages her friends. [You don’t become a psychiatrist because you’re unsympathetic toward, or uninterested in, people.] Runners-up, Sylvia Tilly, because she’s effervescent and a good friend to people.

A random thought – I so want Cornwell to find and rescue Prime Lorca. [Headcanon] Prime’s been busting his ass trying to help the rebels in the MU, and succeeding in large part since the Emperor’s departure. Maybe Cornwell has to make a devil’s bargain with Section 31 to get over there … [story in progress, grin]

An unpopular opinion – Burnham was RIGHT and Georgiou was wrong. The Shenzhou should’ve given the Klingons “The Vulcan Hello.” It might have shocked the Klingons and sent them to regroup. OTOH it may have just resulted in …The Battle at the Binary Stars … anyway. So either a win/lose or a lose/lose, and since the latter happened, it would’ve been worth a try for result #1.

My Canon OTP – Prime Lorca and Cornwell. Though it’s not REALLY established in canon as a romance. I hope it will be. I’d love to see them on Risa or somewhere together and get into an adventure while Discovery’s on a subplot adventure. Or they could be the subplot adventure. I DON’T CARE I JUST WISH I COULD SEE THEM TOGETHER

My non-canon OTP – MU Lorca and Burnham. If only he’d been fighting a just revolution for the rights of all races. Michael may even have joined him, for a time, and returned to the Prime Universe, say, after helping MU Lorca institute a better government after the Emperor’s death. OH WELL.

Most badass character – Tossup between Michael Burnham and Kat Cornwell on the female side both BAFs, and Lorca is a BAF.

Most epic villain - Emperor Georgiou. Farming and eating Kelpiens, honest to god. Killing how many, like 10 people in her throne room because she couldn’t trust them to remain quiet? Blowing up the rebel base, well yuh, I guess that’s to be expected. Quite the opposite of her kind Prime counterpart.

Runner-Up: Kol. He’s a mean Klingon, even by Klingon standards!

Pairing I am not a fan of – Tyler and Burnham, not so much. Something about it seemed a lit-tle forced, and I can’t say what. The actors did a lovely job, but I didn’t see the chemistry that was so obvious between Lorca and Burnham and Lorca and Cornwell.

And this is totally personal and y’all knock yourselves out and enjoy them, but I’m not a big fan of slash pairings in general, i.e., “making a gay couple out of a sisterly or brotherly canon pair of friends.” It’s just not my thing and I know people love to do this because of many personal or fannish reasons, like more representation, and y’all have fun with it. It is a really big thing now. But … I ship Prime Cornwell/Lorca and it isn’t yet established as canon (any more than Kirk/Spock) that they’re a canon OTP, so …

… take my “slash” statement with a grain of salt. What you want is what you want and what I want is what I want, and in fandom we can have All The Things.

I love Stamets and Culber and I love that they are a canon gay OTP.  [Stamets is great because he’s a salty scientist and a BAF (“as I’ve explained to you, Captain”)(injecting himself with tardigrade DNA to save “Ripper” and get the spore drive on line, and Culber is a warm fuzzy person with medical brilliance and compassion, kind of like Dr Crusher in TNG. Don’t make the mistake of underestimating him.]

Character I feel the writers screwed up one way or another – Tyler got it the worst. Couldn’t he have just been a human with Voq’s memories implanted? Jesus, they had to CHOP UP VOQ? At least give me a reason for that. Maybe because L’Rell’s beliefs said Voq would die if his body died? But noooo, no reason is given, and gratuitous bloody surgery scenes are there just [it seems to me] for shock value.

Lorca got fucked over [by the writers] the second he killed that guy outside the Agony Booth – he might could have been redeemed by leading a revolution for just causes.

Also Prime Georgiou. See elsewhere.

And Culber. What could be a worse screwup than killing a character for shock value?

Fave friendship - Burnham and Tilly

Character I most identify with – I am a lot like Tilly in the sense that I can be insecure and unsure and talk wayyy too much. As an older woman I also identify with Cornwell [and love her age-appropriate relationship with (Prime) Lorca, and I hope they’re more than just occasional fuck buddies.] In temperament I also identify with Salty!Lorca or CompassionateCulber or SaltyStamets.

Character I wish I could be – Cornwell or Burnham. Cornwell because she’s brilliant and capable, a psychiatrist, and a BAF Starfleet Admiral … being defiant and fighting L’Rell; with its attendant risks; Burnham because she’s also incredibly brilliant and capable and a BAF herself. Beaming onto the Sarcophagus to plant the sensors? Fighting Kol? I mean dayum.

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Ships – Cornwell/Lorca [my OTP]; Burnham/Lorca

When I started shipping them – I think when she said, “Gabriel, why don’t you fix your damn eyes.”

[And Burnham/Lorca, when I read LadyFangs’ stories including “Human Nature,” then co-wrote “Human Nature II” with her.]

My thoughts – Headcanon: they didn’t meet till after Lorca graduated the Academy; Cornwell is four years older than he, and is a fully certified M.D. Psychiatrist [12 years] and comes to the Academy Officer Candidate School, which teaches candidates about the service and its history; Federation history as it relates to Starfleet; what it is to be an officer, not a civilian, and basic SERE training, working out, leadership. Kat graduates with a commission as a Lieutenant. My headcanon is that she and Gabriel  actually meet when they each come to SFA for Command Training School. Kat has decided she wants to enter the command track after serving as counselor for a year or so on a Starbase. She’s heard from patients how bad upper leadership leads to a lot of poor decisions in the field, and she feels she can make a positive contribution in this area. More thoughts in my fanfiction at BlackQat on AO3.

What makes me happy about them – They are an age-appropriate couple!! This is pret-ty rare in TV and movies. I note that some actors do seek to have age-appropriate co-stars Cornwell is beautiful, but not a fresh-faced 25-y/o, and sexy Lorca finds her sexy, and yay, there’s hope for women my age, I’m so glad, and that’s why I ship them and write them.

What makes me sad about them – that MU Lorca fucked Cornwell in more than one sense of the word. Bastard! And, that now she feels “my Gabriel is dead.” I really started shipping pretty hard when she said that, and I really hope Season 2 brings us some canon Katriel “more than fuckbuddies” subplots or references.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me ­– Please, writers, I’m beggin’ ya, PLEASE proofread or have a Beta proof your story. I don’t spend much time on things that aren’t proofed and beta’d. I get too distracted from the story because I’m an editor.

If you love slash don’t read this paragraph which is strictly my opinion – It really annoys me when slash shippers tag their stories as het, then turn it into slash. This is stealthy and uncalled for. When slash shippers try to get hits on their stories by, say, tagging it as Spock/Uhura and then having Uhura “generously step out of the way because she realizes Spock has never really been into her, he’s really into Kirk,” blah blah blah, just so the author’s real OTP [not tagged], K/S, can be the OTP in the story. Feh! Just be honest and tag it as slash.

Things I look for in a fanfic – QUALITY WRITING, good proofreading, and BELIEVABLE CHARACTER  PSYCHOLOGY. Also staying fairly true to the characters, maybe pushing the limits, but not too much. [I like to write angsty private Lorca—and the character, so far, is pretty much not so angsty [that was MU Lorca]—yet I still write him as an efficient, sometimes salty captain on the job. [In his private reflections and relationships, though, sometimes, angst.]

I also really love it when an author writes a Trek-like plot, with exploration, a little world-building, or a battle scenario, or alien interactions [something I don’t manage to do that often]. I love romance and angst, occasional fluff, and always, always, a good happy ending or at least a believable and decent resolution for the characters. I don’t like downer endings, but sometimes they’re realistic.

My wishlist – A canon romance for Cornwell and Prime Lorca! But first, FIND PRIME LORCA. He’s fighting alongside the rebels in the MU. He comes back to Prime Uni with Acute Stress Disorder or PTSD. Kat recommends a counselor and checks in with Gabriel to see how it’s going, but not poke her nose into his actual therapy, because that’s not the done thing. Slowly they progress to resume their romance.

Also let’s have another CBSAA series about Pike’s Enterprise. [I know that’s not what you asked.]

Who I’d be comfortable with [my OTP] ending up with, if not each other – Lorca, with Burnham. Cornwell, with … hmmm … unless we go over into cross-over country I just don’t know. Dr. McCoy of AU Trek maybe?

My happily ever after for my OTP – a long-distance romance, occasional meetings on Starbases or Risa or other planets; passionate discussions about Starfleet policy over coffee; passionate other moments [wink-wink-nudge-nudge], shirtless Lorca ;^), followed eventually by retirement somewhere where they can have fun outdoors. I think they’d be hikers and sailors and really dig nature and space travel to many planets.

003. Character

[Ask: Philippa Georgiou]

How I feel about her – the writers gave her a raw deal at the Binary Stars, though she fought like a boss when she fought with T’Kuvma. If only Burnham’s entire subsequent story arc hadn’t depended on her mutiny against a fairly reasonable captain. If only Georgiou had opened with the Vulcan Hello per Burnham’s suggestion and opened negotiations from there. Or discovered the Klingons didn’t want to negotiate, and left the system to regroup with a group of Starfleet ships. OH WELL. Now she’s dead, and that’s really too bad, because she was a good nurturer to Michael. She did let Burnham and Saru bitch at each other too much; I’d have told those two to take it off the Bridge. They were being unprofessional.

Any/all people I ship romantically with her Hmmm. She was a bit of a cipher so far as that went. I feel like she has an old friend / lover she goes on shore leave with. Hetero or bi/pan? IDK. Not sure if she’d have a long-term fully committed relationship; I think she is mother to her crew and that takes much of her emotional energy, but she could’ve been like I hope Gabriel will be and have had a long-distance romance. We have not met a lot of people her age in Discovery except Lorca, Cornwell, and the admirals at Headquarters, and sadly, Georgiou is no more, so the point seems moot.

My fave non-romantic rel for this character – other than “mothering” Michael Burnham, we don’t see a lot of this either. Some fanfic writers have Philippa as Gabriel and Katrina’s Academy classmate, an idea that I really like, although in my fic, she and Katrina are the same age and Gabriel’s a bit younger. [In my headcanon Philippa’s an Academy grad and proceeds straight from there; Kat’s a practicing psychiatrist who goes to Officer Candidate School, getting her commission as a Lieutenant, then straight on to Command Training School – where she meets Lorca and they fall in love.]

My unpopular opinion about this character – she should have listened to Michael and prevented the Battle at the Binary Stars. But could The Vulcan Hello have prevented it? Who knows. The writers had their plans. Alas Philippa paid the price :^(  … she need not have died; the fallout from Burnham’s mutiny could have made for some sparks between them before Burnham went off for sentencing, and Michael could have been equally heartbroken that she had sundered her friendship for a battle prevention tactic.

One thing I wish had happened with the chac in canon – That she had listened to Michael. The Klingons might still have fought, but I feel Burnham was right with the Vulcan Hello and would have set the Klingons back a bit. [Shrug] But then there would have been no Lorca rescuing Burnham, no episodes 3 – 15, so … there we are. As I said above, she could have lived.

Favorite friendship for this character ­– Her friendship with Michael was not one of equals exactly, seeing as their ranks differ greatly. But I like the idea in some fics that she, Lorca and Cornwell are friendly.

My crossover ship ­– Haha, again, I’ve no idea, I don’t tend to think in those terms. Romantically? Matt Decker, before he lost his crew, got ASD and gave his life heroically to stop the Doomsday Machine, maybe. Or a stellar cartographer.

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[FN] The First Rebellion: The Tale of Errid and Vey

Looking for any critique or feedback on this draft of my story. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read it and I plan on trying to get the final draft published, I just want to see how others perceive my world, stories, timeline, and characters from this one piece. Thanks everybody!

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Errid was a gifted farmer, being of the race of Men, it was somewhat unnatural that he had the capacity for agriculture he possessed, for his skills were more akin to those of the Taon race and their kinship with the natural world. He lived on a farm with his partner, Veyara, though she preferred ‘Vey’, who he had known and loved since they were children. Their farm was just outside of Meylorn, one of the largest kingdoms in Malothrok. Errid was average height with curly, copper hair, pale blue eyes, and he nearly always had a genuine smile, even for those he did not know. Vey was slightly shorter, and thinner than Errid, with long hair like fading rust and even though her stature was small there were days where she could swing an ax with more vigor than most could ever hope to muster. Their farm yielded the best crops in all of Malothrok and they took much pride in their work.

One day a small group from the nearby village came to them, distraught, for King Baiyden had discovered a donation given to them by Errid and Vey, and confiscated all of it to be sold in the markets with all profits going to his personal treasury. They were quite upset when they heard this, Baiyden had no need of those supplies, nor did anyone who could fair well within the city walls, and furthermore they were irate at the thought of the king using their charity for personal gain. They gave the villagers a portion of their own supply and began thinking of a way to resolve the matter.

Early the next morning they took the road to Meylorn, approaching the gates, now open and guarded, with a clash of noises from the bustling marketplace pouring out to them. As they made their way through the market, they saw vendors selling everything from clothing and jewelry to food and medicine, there were smiths and small shops for practitioners of alchemy as well as various merchants selling armor and weapons. Rarely did they come to the market or behind the walls, it was overwhelming to their senses, but they continued on, up the road leading to the keep. As they arrived they were met by guards, “Please state your business,” one said.

“I am Errid and this is Vey, we own the farm outside of the kingdom, we wish to speak with King Baiyden, surely it will only take a moment,” he said, waiting for a response,

the guards looked at each other briefly, before one of them departed to speak with Baiyden. Errid and Vey waited patiently for a few minutes until the guard had returned, “Come on. Don’t drone on and conduct yourselves properly,” he said as he escorted them inside.

Errid and Vey followed the guard into the keep, through a towering hallway lined with pillars and stone statues, the banners of Baiyden’s house dancing with the slight breeze as they hung from the ceiling. They continued into the main hall where Baiyden sat atop his throne as they approached him. The guard spoke, “My lord, I present to y-”

“Yes, you told me once before who I would be speaking with, leave us,” Baiyden interjected. Errid and Vey stood there silent before him as he adjusted his posture and addressed them, “What counsel do you seek with me?” he said, slightly bothered,

“My lord, I wish to speak with you about a very troubling matter. You see the villagers outside the kingdom struggle to feed their families, so we aid them from time to time. We were told by some of them that you confiscated the goods we supplied them and have been selling them in the marketplace here within the kingdom,” said Errid. Baiyden looked at him, slightly entertained,

“Why would you give away your prize crop to lowly peasants?” he scoffed,

“We only wish to ease their strife,” said Errid. The smirk faded from Baiydens face,

“It is your choice to donate your livelihood to these people, what I choose to do with anything I find in my kingdom or my land is no business of yours. If you come here to beg that I stop, then I will have you removed,” he said firmly,

“I have a better idea, my lord, for it benefits us all,” said Errid with a confident tone before Baiyden nodded at him to continue,

Errid stood straight and spoke with purpose, “From now on we will grow and yield more produce, so as to accommodate whatever needs you may have for it here in the marketplace, all I ask is that you allow me to supply my people with the food they need, and leave them in peace. I ask for no other compensation.” he said as Baiyden looked at him curiously and pondered his proposal for a moment,

“Fine. Supply me with enough to meet all my demands and I will permit you to feed your people, in peace, so long as my needs are met.”

Errid nodded with a smile, “Of course my lord, thank you for your kindness and understanding, I am indebted to you. Allow me a few months to meet this demand and keep it met henceforth.”

Baiyden said nothing as he cast a glare of disinterest at them before looking at his guard and nodding, the guard approaching and escorting them back out of the keep.

In the morning they went around their land, tilling new soil and planting seeds, they would only need to grow a fraction more to honor the agreement. They planted a larger amount of the usual crops of tomatoes and carrots, as well as lettuce, onions, and potatoes. As the day carried on some of the villagers arrived on the farm, they noticed that they were expanding and offered to volunteer their time to aid them and ease their new burden. Errid and Vey were touched by this sentiment, though the villagers saw no honor in it.

Months passed, the crops grew, and the villagers returned every day to offer whatever help they could, and with this help, Errid and Vey were able to pursue more ambitious endeavors. They bought livestock and began producing eggs and milk, as well as brewing ale, which was made with the finest grain and hops in Malothrok, and as time continued Baiyden sent his men to collect his goods from Errid and Vey.

There was a brief time of peace where the villagers had work and food, the kingdom had the best cuisine it had ever known and Baiyden, to whatever end, continued to collect and supply Errids products to the market. One day as Errid and Vey were tending to the livestock they saw a group of men and women approaching the farm, they walked over to greet them warmly and asked how they could help.

“I am Pelma,” one of the older women said “I have a small stand where I sell your goods within the walls of the kingdom; I, like many, receive my supply from Baiydens stock. He has all but forced us, over time, to sell only what comes from him,” she paused for a moment, looking troubled, “Baiyden has driven up our prices and it has forced some of us to close our shops. I have come to ask you, beg you, to lower your prices so that he may do the same and we may have a chance to rebuild our lives.” the woman said, her voice trembling.

Errid and Vey looked at one another, both had a fire in their eyes that neither of them had seen for many years, Errid turned back to the woman “I am sorry to hear of your struggle, my lady.” he looked around, addressing all of them “We will speak with Baiyden tomorrow and get this all sorted out” he said, assuredly.

He and Vey made small baskets of supplies for them to take and sent them on their way. They went into their home to rest for the night, both of them filled with disgust at what Baiyden was doing, and they hoped they could contain themselves when speaking with the king the next day.

Errid and Vey made the trek to the kingdom in the morning, passing through the market that sold their goods, most places selling them at a much higher price than before, and they made their way up to the keep once more. They approached the main doors and the guards, who knew of their arrangement with Baiyden, and again they escorted them inside and brought them before the king.

Baiyden looked at Errid and Vey curiously, “and why have you two come to see me?” he asked.

“My lord, I’ve spok-” Errid began, interrupted suddenly by Vey,

“Lower the prices you’re charging the merchants in the market or we’ll cut you out and begin selling it to them directly.” Vey said with an assertive tone, by which Errid seemed amused,

Baiyden quickly shot a glare at him, “I do not simply condemn offenders to the dungeons, farmer. If she speaks to me in that tone again I will have you both killed.” Baiyden snapped,

“You will not force good people into poverty with our charity, Vey speaks truthfully. Lower the prices or you’ll get nothing. If you kill us you have no one to grow your products and you get nothing.” said Errid as Vey spoke up once more,

“Every shop in the kingdom sells our wares if we stop supplying it the whole market comes to a halt, even if you’re willing to buy from other farms and sell a lesser quality product, you won't get it for months, and you’ll have to pay for it.” she said, stepping closer to Baiyden, “The season is ending and everything for hundreds of miles will have been harvested and distributed already. You’re expecting a shipment from us in the next week and if you don’t get it every stand, stall, and shop in the kingdom will run dry and they’ll have no choice but to come to us, either way, you’re out,” she said forcefully, glaring at him.

Baiyden stood up quickly, coming down the small staircase built before his throne, approaching Errid and Vey, hovering inches from their faces, with a look of irritation on his,

“I did not usurp this throne, through blood and birthright, to stand here and have my livelihood held hostage,” he said in a hushed but furious tone, “The merchants do not see all of your product, only what I give them, the rest is mine to keep. Do you believe you can supply your goods to my market without me seizing them before they are sold? Do you think because I am heartless that I am also ignorant? I will not starve, only your people will suffer from your pride and integrity, so I suggest you choose your next course of action carefully,” Baiyden said, angrily. Errid and Vey looked at him stern before they turned and left, making their way out of the keep, down through the market and back to their farm.

They sat in their home that night and poured over plans of how to once again help their people. “He said it himself, we can’t discretely supply an entire kingdom with food and goods. If we give anything to them directly, Baiyden will take it before they ever see a profit,” Vey said, more flustered than Errid had seen her in years,

“We need to give Baiyden a reason to budge, clearly he can survive on whatever he’s been keeping, but the rest cannot,” said Errid. Vey looked at him despondent,

“We said we would always do the right thing, no matter the cost,” Vey said, “Even as children we saw how the world is. Your sisters being sold off by the orphanage, one by one; my father always terrorizing my mother, she’d treat his wounds before she ever bothered with her own. Why do so many tolerate a world where the kindest people always suffer the most?” she asked,

“It’s easier to look the other way,” said Errid, “we are doing the right thing, and will continue to do the right thing, once we figure out what it is,” he said, slightly defeated. They sat in silence for a moment and suddenly Vey stared at him with a spirited look in her eyes,

“Do you remember when we were children, and you would distract the old baker in town while I crept into the back of his shop and stole treats for us?” she asked, smiling roguishly as she recalled their antics.

“Yes, of course. You are slightly less deviant these days, but a scoundrel you remain,” Errid said, beaming as Vey snickered with cheeks slightly blushed and he took a moment to reminisce, staring at her longingly,

Vey smiled at him with an implicative look, “It could work,” she said, they both thought for another moment, “What sort of distraction would hold his attention?” asked Errid with a smirk, he and Vey sharing a moment of childish elation once again as they hatched another scheme.

The next day they headed into the kingdom once more, this time they sought out the commoners and after speaking with a few of them they were sent to a man who lived in the slums, it was said that in his younger days he worked there tending to the horses and sometimes doing routine maintenance to the exterior of the keep.

It took a while to make their way deep into the impoverished landscape before reaching his home, there was no door, so they simply gazed inside at the man and stated their business, “Hello? My name is Errid, I was sent here to speak with you I believe?” he said as the old man motioned for them to enter,

“Come in and sit,” said the man. Errid and Vey took a seat on the weak chairs in his run-down home, as he continued, “Why have you sought me out?” he asked,

“We need to know of anywhere within the keep that a large amount of food or supplies could be stored properly,” Errid said,

“So you know about Baiydens hoarding as well, eh?” said the old man, with a smirk. Errid looked at Vey briefly then back at him,

“What do you know about it?” he asked,

“I know that for shipments of certain goods, there is a road lined with walls and a large iron gate preventing anyone from entering, I am not certain as to where this small road leads but clearly it’s important enough to be restricted from the public,” said the old man,

“I’m sure we can find out where that leads,” said Errid, looking at Vey, “we have to assume he’s accumulated a sizeable amount of goods, how do we get that amount of food out in one night without him noticing?” he asked, still slightly lost.

“That would be impossible,” a voice said from behind them,

“Hello dear!” said the old man as the woman approached him, “This is my granddaughter, Talea.”,

“Hello pappy,” she said, smiling and leaning down to hug him tightly. “Who are you?” she asked, looking at Errid and Vey suspiciously,

“We are farmers, we live just outside the kingdom, I am Errid and this is Vey. We were just asking your grandfather if he knew-”,

“Where Baiyden could be hoardin’ a large amount of food and other goods?” Talea interrupted, “had to pull from it a few times, not often though, he doesn’t seem to have much use for it, suppose if he did he wouldn’t be hoardin’,” she said, taking a seat at the table with them.

“We need to know as much as you can tell us,” said Errid. Talea looked at them skeptically for another moment,

“He’s much worse than whatever you’ve already seen. A narcissist, who feels entitled to his rule and apparently his gluttony too, and he’s likely to kill anyone who attempts to refuse him either, I began working in the kitchens shortly after he took power,” she said, “he is not a beloved king and I think he knows that. Many do not agree with his method of coming into power, though most would not speak out against him,” said Talea,

“So what? Is it praise he desires?” asked Vey,

“Sure he wouldn’t mind,” said Talea,

Vey paused, smirking at Errid, “perhaps we should have a holiday for him,” she said as

Errid looked at her, curiously, “The upcoming harvest festivities could include a day of praise each week, so that his grateful citizens may pay him the tribute he deserves.” said Vey, suggestively.

“The festivities last for four weeks, that should be more than enough time,” said Errid,

“And once the keep is under less guard I could make my way in, unnoticed, and reduce his stock slowly, each weekend. We could distribute it to the shops subtly, in small amounts. He won’t notice a thing.” Vey said,

“The shops stay in business, we continue to help our people, and in the end, Baiyden has no choice but to continue employing us, if he ever wants to eat again,” Errid said, deviously. They all looked at one another and nodded in agreement,

“Baiyden entrusts the watch over the stockrooms to the same two guards each day, but they only guard the door within the keep,” said Talea, “I’ll talk to the shopkeepers and the Committee of Public Events tomorrow, it’s better if he doesn’t know you’re involved, he might get suspicious,” she said.

The next day Talea went to the shopkeepers in the marketplace and spoke with the members of the committee, who were delighted to hear about her idea for the festival. They proposed that it be implemented as soon as possible and two days later the city square was bustling as the annual harvest season festivities began.

Everyone showed up to sell their finest custom goods, special food and drink were served, and Baiyden, as planned, came to collect his praise. Errid approached him, bowing low before him, “My lord, clearly you have earned this time of praise and so I shall acknowledge it and use it properly, to ask your forgiveness for our actions.” he said, Baiyden smiling at him, crooked and satisfied;

“I do not take kindly to threats, and if it were anyone else I would have had them killed. I will forgive this indiscretion, and pardon your actions, but do not challenge me again,” said Baiyden. Errid bowed once more “Thank you, my lord, your understanding knows no limits.” he said before departing to find Talea in the square as others began lining up to pay Baiyden their respects.

As the festivities commenced, Vey and four others made their way through the forested area surrounding the North-Eastern walls of the kingdom until they found the road the old man spoke of. Deep into the forest, nestled between the back walls of the keep and the Lenald Mountains, there was a smaller blockade wall that Talea had spoken of, Vey and her associates found the wall and climbed over. They saw a large door, barricaded by a long wooden beam, and a smaller door near to it with no handle on the outside, the small door opened as Talea looked out, motioning for them to come in quickly.

Vey and the others ran to the door and came into the castle underworkings to what seemed to be a medium-sized storehouse with many goods that were common for a keep. Talea took them to a smaller room built off the east wall of the main store, the smell of salt was strong, and there were numerous baskets and crates full of food and supplies that Baiyden had been keeping,

“I counted Thirty-Seven baskets and Twelve crates, Baiyden never comes here, he usually has us fetch his supply, which isn’t often, and we can play ignorant enough for an alibi if we have to,” said Talea.

Vey looked around for a moment, “We’re only taking a small portion at a time, there are two others waiting outside the wall to help us transport, so let’s get to it.”

Over the course of an hour Vey and the others carried out several baskets and crates, making sure they didn’t take more than they could handle. When they were finished they took everything to a cache they had created to hold the supplies until Errid and Vey could return in the night and gather them to be distributed as planned, and as the day carried on, the festivities reached their end, and Baiyden withdrew to the keep.

The following weekends, Baiyden would arrive as planned to receive his praise for several hours while eating and drinking as Vey and her people gradually depleted his hoard. This continued until the weather grew colder and the festival ended.

Baiyden’s only fault in his hoarding was that it was of no practical use to him. He was simply keeping these things out of spite, which Errid and Vey had suspected, and were angered by once it was confirmed. Nevertheless, it worked to their advantage and all through the colder months, Baiyden was none the wiser of their deed, and everyone was fed.

Spring came again and one-day Baiyden developed a sharp craving for roasted potatoes and carrots, it was well known that Errid’s were the best in Malothrok and Baiyden had plenty, or so he thought. Shortly after sending a servant to prepare his meal, they returned, looking at him timidly and hanging their heads, “m-my lord, I am sorry, but we seem to have run out of the potatoes, and the carrots…” said the woman, nervously.

It did not take long for the thought to enter Baiyden’s mind as he grew suspicious and went to his private storage to investigate. He walked in and looked around, it was nearly emptied, and at that moment Baiyden realized what they had done as he swelled with anger and flew into a rage before he called to one of his guards to bring him his horse.

As the last light of day was fading, Baiyden and a handful of his men descended on the farm with haste, a volunteer alerted Errid and Vey as they came to the road to meet him with an air of slight fear, that they masked with confidence as he approached them. He quickly dropped from his horse, stepping toward them with power as he came face to face with Errid, a look of madness in his eyes,

“I am battling every urge I have to murder you and your wife where you stand, are you so longing for death that you would dare cross me? Do you know what I could do to you? to her? I will string you both up, across from one another with the blinds of your eyes cut off and make you watch as I take a single limb from each of you one by one. I do not lose, I do not get cheated, you make a mockery of my goodwill, of my intellect, of my rule as king! I WILL NOT BE MADE A FOOL OF!” Baiyden exclaimed, vehemently; his voice booming as it silenced even the sound of the insects in the night, breathing heavy, his hot breath washing over Errid’s face as he glanced down for a moment noticing a strange dagger on Baiydens hip.

He was holding it tight, as though he couldn’t let go of it, even if he had tried. Baiyden was ill-tempered but never this terrifying, this was a different person altogether. The dagger looked ordinary in appearance but its presence felt dark and cursed, Errid looked back at Baiyden quickly,

“We already told you, if you kill us we all starve, and now you’ll starve with us,” Errid said, unwavering, wanting with every fiber of his being to tremble in fear, but staying resolute.

Baiyden glared at him, and then at Vey, his look of anger fading into a cold, dead stare as he spoke slow and clear,

“If I ever miss a shipment of supplies, you and all your people are dead. If you ever set foot in the kingdom again, you and all your people are dead. If I ever have to come to speak with you again, every single one of you will die an agonizing death,” he turned and walked back to his horse, his hand no longer attached to the dagger as he and his men rode off leaving Errid and Vey sitting in the tension of what had just transpired, shaken, yet relieved.

Errid and Vey continued to grow their crops and supply the kingdom with food, while still helping their people; there was, once again, peace in their lives and the land. As the summer drew to an end, in addition to the blessings they had already come into, Vey gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who they named ‘Remena’, in honor of Veyara’s mother. This peace would last for a while, but a sickness would grow in Baiyden’s mind that would ultimately destroy it.

On the day that Baiyden became more corrupted than he would ever be, Errid and Vey were among the first to be executed by him and his men. The only warning they had was a small group of the villagers fleeing their home as they came running to the farm, terrified and panicked, their village burning in the distance. Errid and Vey grabbed Remena and gave her to one of the women, “Please! Take her with you, keep her safe,” she said, the woman looking at her, troubled,

“Vey please, you must come with us,” the woman pleaded as Vey looked off into the distance to see Baiyden’s men racing down the road to their farm.

“Please, he cannot find her. GO!” Vey urged, she and Errid gazing in adoration upon their daughter, one last time.

Errid and Vey went to the road to meet Baiyden’s men as they dismounted their horses and drew their weapons. They stood there fearless, and with no remorse or apology, they faced their fate, side by side, as they had done since they were children.

The tale of Errid and Vey would be told for years to come, in whispers around campfires and in the dark corners of taverns and pubs. In passing amongst rogues and vagabonds, as the heartbeat of defiance grew louder with each telling. Their story would foment a revolution and rouse the spirits of all those who desired to stand against tyranny and corruption; and though they may seem trivial to some, their deeds would be remembered as a spark that kindled an inferno, for they were the first to rebel against the tyrant, Baiyden, but they would not be the last.

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Friends for Safekeeping

Believe it or not, I was never good at making friends. When I grew to the height of an average four-year-old, I was still hiding behind my mother, clenching to her knees as her work colleagues bent to my level and introduced themselves so politely. Though introductions were difficult and I found myself fearful of friendships, I soon learnt their value and the joys of conversing, laughing and playing with others. My parents and their friends often described me as shy, but I believe as a child, I was simply distant though nonetheless, very content. Absent minded and unfazed by babbling mothers and their screaming toddlers in the park sand pit, I could amuse myself for hours alone without any need to converse or befriend.  As far as I was concerned, my mother was my best friend and my father, my hero. When my sister was brought into the world, she was unwelcomed by my evident display of jealousy, but soon she became the very one friend I cherished above all others. I had everything a girl could want, so I naively believed there to be no need for any other companions. As the first few vital years of my life passed, I excitedly entered school. First grade was notably a nightmare, until I met Suné. From day one, her jet black piggy tails and freckled smile gave me a reason to cheer and chant. Every day with her was pure bliss. She taught me how to master hopscotch, jump rope without losing my front teeth, and play chess. Although I was always bested by her in the clever game of chess, she never once boasted of her victory. She was a humble, kind and intelligent girl whom gifted me with so many life lessons. Now, she reaps the fruit of her goodness, an international chess champion from South Africa and a beautiful, grown woman – such wonders our world has instore for those who are kind and deserving. She was my first real and true friend, certainly one I will treasure forever. Though she is living her life across the seas and a great distance from me, I will always remember her. After all, it is trying to forget the first person you shared such an intimate friendship with. 

When I came to Australia, I was awfully displeased. It was a foreign place, a place I had never heard of until that fateful night my parents sat us down and announced our family’s new adventure. It was the fifth grade and the year 2008. I was mortified at the thought of exposure to Australian children. I believed they would surely make a snack out of me, and I was convinced I would never again see the light of day, or witness the pleasantries of a friend. It was bizarre to me, how my parents could deny me my basic human rights by dragging me to such an alien place with such foreign people. Note, I was young and overdramatic – Australia is now my home and what I believe to be the world’s greatest paradise, and land of the free. Unbeknownst to me, I was not the only new girl losing my marbles in my fifth grade classroom.

Nikita Mathur, a shy but earthly girl of identical qualities and interests was enrolled that very same week. It is not very often you share the title of ‘new girl’ with another. Of course, our boisterous and bubbly teacher, Mrs. Reader believed this to be the perfect opportunity for middle school matchmaking and instantly paired us together. From that day forth, we not only became eternally indebted to our glitter crazed teacher, we also became completely and undoubtedly inseparable. We experienced all things together, from High School Musical marathons, to pillow fights, embarrassing stunts, uncontrollable laughter and truth or dare ketchup shots. She became the ying to my yang, my best friend. Till this day, she is the one friend that has stood by me through thick and thin. I certainly have envisioned our forever friendship, to grow old side by side, knitting matching sweaters and sporting the same pair of outrageous slippers, whilst drinking Tequila infused tea. She keeps me well in line when I stray from the right path, inspires me to do my very best in all I pursue, and encourages me to be kind and accepting of others. Nikita is the best this world has to offer, and she chose me as her closest companion. Quite simply, this life is sweeter with her in it and therefore, I am perhaps the most privileged woman to know a friendship as gracious and inviolable. To my readers, find a single soul, a friend like Niki to stroll through both life’s lousiest and loveliest ventures – it is well worth your while. Today, I’ve made several other wonderful friends, like the health crazed, inspiring and beautiful Anna Patch, and the cool, confident and stunning India Lawrence. Both these two girls have contributed greatly to my happiness and provided me with such a positive and powerful perspective on life. You could say they are two angels – though independent, they have always embraced me with undying love and support.

Now, as for the present. I have been undoubtedly blessed with what I can only describe as a united company of brothers that does everything in their power to love and protect their plump and poise, meals on wheels of a sister – that’s me. Jack Nolan, Isaiah Dunrobin, Chris Whitehead and Aaron Luckman are the men of legends, the dreamboat gang of geeks you know and love, or learn to after several drinks (I joke, I joke). Though the squad of six, including myself and Jamie King, formed a year before my return to the Gold Coast in senior year, I was welcomed with open arms. Jamie introduced me and by the end of senior year, I knew I would never quite suit any other mould. Fast forward to 2017, and we are still together despite all odds, come political debates or poorly scheduled Maccas runs.  Indeed, we are an outrageous bunch, a recipe for chaotic adventure, an unlikely group of diverse individuals, a family. To aid you in your understanding, we are much like the Losers Club from the hilarious horror movie IT, a squad of distinct characters, devoted not to the town of Derry, but to one another. In my eyes, each and every one of them are so vital to the longevity of our family.

Isaiah, said to be the one with a heated temper is, in actuality, the one with the greatest patience. He has tolerated all the crude humour and bad banter, adoring us just the same as the day prior. He is a strong and lenient man with a faithful heart, filled solely with good intention, nobility, and a passion for big guns and fried chicken. Though he may be the loudest, I love him for that very reason – oh, and the Elmo hello he insists on projecting every time he sees me. Jack, though quiet and awkward at first, is the most kind, honest and hilarious member of the pack. Though he jokes about his forehead being his biggest feature, I believe it to be his heart – which is why he is very dear to mine. Though my weird remarks and outright affection cripples him in cringe, he has always been there for me, and I am certain he will be in future. He is an intelligent, true and daring man with an unpredictable sense of spontaneity and compassion. Chris, otherwise known as the leader of the crew, is a charismatic, caring and competitive individual with a heart of gold. He certainly gives the best hugs and never ceases to surprise me with his wisdom. He’s made me laugh uncontrollably, stood by me when times were tough, and always considered me when I felt belittled or excluded. Much like Isaiah, he is the big brother I never had. His willingness and goodness is beyond admirable – and his love for chicken dinners, even more so. Aaron – wow, what a guy. The pink power ranger, whom rallies at every gig in town, fearlessly chugs alcohol, pulls all-nighter shifts at the Krusty Krab, and curses his squad with terrible puns. He is a kind-hearted, aflame legend, the dungeon master of our D&D sessions and a heck of a friend. He brings immense soul and sound to the group, with the Veronicas on repeat and a whacky catch phrase on standby. Finally, Jamie, the peacemaking prodigy, the sweet-hearted and open-minded individual that stole my heart at only fourteen. I could carry on forever about him. He inspires me daily to be the best I can be, to be a light in the world, and to pursue my passions. His down to earth nature, selfless ways and humble heart never ceases to amaze me – how lucky we all are to know and love him. Jamie is courageous and wonderful, patient and persistent, and just like all the others, he demonstrates a passion for life, for adventure and for his friends.

These five men are the mighty musketeers whom brings joy to my life, along with my dearest Nikita, sweet Anna and spirited India. They have undoubtedly changed me for the better, as their friendship has invested into my becoming. I certainly cannot claim to be the young girl I once was, shy and fearful of friendships. I am however, still as absent minded and a handful, so thank the heavens they are all patient with me. To my friends, I am grateful for each and every one of you. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being yourselves, and for contributing to my life in the most beautiful, exceptional way. I can only hope that I have done the same for you, and that our journey together will never cease. You are all outstanding. To my readers, I cannot stress enough how important it is to seek out the right friends whom will lift you up, support you, and guide you through your life expedition. Furthermore, do not shy away from friendships. Of course, it is okay to be afraid, it is understandable that you might prefer to be on your own – but as I have come to learn, life is meant to be shared and thereby, embraced.  Do not deny yourself the pleasures of company, of companionship. Friends are made to be cherished, to be loved, and to hold near and dear. If you are reading this now and can relate to these words, your heart filled with warmth as you identify the key individuals that have enriched your life the way these people have mine, then I want to encourage you to let them know. Our time is limited on this earth, so be it through song or poem, spoken word, a letter or message, a text or phone call, a hug or a kiss, announce your appreciation. Make your love known and share it with the world, for you are valued, and those you value should know of your gratitude.

All my love,

Jean-Mari Vos

Illustration by: Grace Helmer, So Super Awesome. Find her at: http://sosuperawesome.com/post/121234395440/grace-helmer-on-tumblr