#ally over sharing about her horse lol

[allylikethecat]

Ok going to be super sappy for a second but we haven't really jumped Pop up in a long time (due to my confidence issues and also his age) but my trainer was having us just canter back and forth over this vertical that started little tonight and every time I'd go over it she would put it up a hole and I didn't even realize and we ended up jumping the biggest jump I've jumped since I sold Red and I just, Pop was such a good boy and he was so game and he seemed so happy and proud of himself after and I know it was one jump and not a whole course (no way he could do a whole course at that height anymore) but like it was such a confidence boost like hell yeah maybe we both still got it. Anyway I love him so much that I cried in the car on the way home, he's so perfect and needs to live forever.

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Chariot rides (Part 3 Finnick x y/n

CONTENT: fluff, lots of kissing 💋, pov shifts, a little everlark, finnick being hot in the gif lol 🥵 also this one is longer than the others

Part 1 is called nightmares and is on my account part 2 is called the ring and is on my account I would link them but I don’t know how so if you do please reply and tell me.

On the train ride to the capital we had all been discussing our tactics for the arena. After all we still had to survive the arena first. We couldn’t use the same strategy’s as last time. Well not for me. Last time I pretended I was innocent and sneakily killed my opponents via poison. But they know my tricks now. I don’t just use poison I’m good at using a dagger and throwing knifes to. Me and finnick and other tributes would make a very good team. I thought about this as laid in finnicks arms in my bed. We have been almost inseparable the whole time since we have been reaped. I’m scared I’m going to lose him.

——————

The train pulled into the capital station of strangers in bright clothing. They were particularly happy that Finnick was here. However I have my share of admirers. But soon after we arrive we are push in different directions to be prepared for our stylist.

“they have something special planned for you” my prep team tells me. Apparently my stylist cordia a woman in her 30s with long blue hair. “Oh darling you are beautiful you look like such a goddess in this.”

“you really think so?” I ask nervous. I have always been insucure about how I look.

“trust me everyone will love it!”

(This is the dress you wear)

I go to the chariot chart where finicky was standing. Wow… he looks so hot. He is wearing something that shows of his whole chest and muscles. I bit my lip.I look him up and down while blushing heavily. He noticed me staring at him.

“like my outfit?” He teases with a smirk seeing the blush on my face “my god, y/n your so beautiful” says taking in my outfit. I smile as I grab his hand.

“looks like the capital made us both pretty” I laugh. “I’m going to see if I can make an ally with other tributes.” I add in my normal tone

“okay” he responds as he kisses my hand as he smiles looking into my eyes. He then let’s it go. I decided to walk over to district 12. Particularly katniss. She seems so genuine so I decide to go over to her. She is alone next to her chariot petting her horse.

“hi katniss” I say petting the horse with her. She looks around and sees it’s me

“I’m y/n l/n”

“hello” she says. We keep petting the horse in comfortable silence for a little bit but then she notices my ring on my finger.

“nice ring” she says honestly

I smile sadly “well your wedding isn’t the only one to be canceled because of these games”

(katniss pov)

Now I felt bad. I was just trying to make small talk but I brought up a sad memory for her. Unlike me and peeta’ Love witch had been mostly for the cameras she must have been truly in love. She looked a bit sad as she had said this. And there was nothing in that cameras of her dating someone.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Is there any chance if you get out of the games” I quickly added

”well katniss it seems we are in similar circumstances” and she left leaving it at that. As she walks away in her stunning dress, I can’t help but wonder.

who was she going to marry? We they going into the arena too? She said we were in similar circumstances.

(Back to y/n’s pov)

I walk over to a few other tributes. I go over to see my old friend Joanna. But I make my way back to finnick after visiting them all. “Y/n! Want a sugar cube?” He asks playfully. “Sure” I laugh.

I put my hands on his chest carefully traceing his muscles. He is so attractive.

“I guess my costume’s got you distracted huh” I look up to see he is blushing. His face is red and he is smiling. I put my arms around his neck “you could say that” I chuckle. Then the intercom backstage tells us that we need to get in our chariots and get ready.

He holds my hand as he helps me get in the chariot. But I don’t let go of his hand. Everyone’s looks good in their costumes. Especially finnick, I thought. However district 12 blew them out of the park. District 12 was wearing something that designed to look like flames again. It was absolutely stunning. Eventually we get to the end and I state snow down as if to say,….

Let’s see if the odds are in your favor president snow.

—————

we quickly slip away into a hallway near the elevator and finnick pushes me against the wall. We passionately make out. I just couldn’t wait any longer. Not with how he looks In that outfit and he felt the same about me. My hand in his hair. He then starts to tail hickeys down my neck. I moan a little as he sucks on my neck. I giggle into the kiss I give him. he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me still smiling. Then we wrap our arms around each other. Our arms move around each other’s as we kiss each other as if we’re never going to see each other again. For a bit We are lost in our own world. A world where it is just us together and no games. Our lips on each other, him holding me. We are so distracted in each other that we don’t even notice the elevator ding.

“You need to make sure that your teaming up with someone. People work better as a team they get more sponsors” I hear the voice of haymitch say to his tributes katniss and peeta.

Peeta is out of the elevator first “well I- oh” he clears his throat “am I interrupting something?”

finnick quickly puts me down and we break apart. I was bright red both with embarrassment and what I was doing before.

”oh my god! I’m sorry! I was just- uh- I- I- uhhh—you—-I was—“ I stutter out. “Sorry” I manage.

peeta chuckles “it’s alright” and Katniss and haymitch shoot me a knowing look. Haymitch actually let’s put a bit of a snort. After that I walked back to my quarters with finnick. Where we finished what we started.

(Katniss pov)

“you think y/n is marrying finnick or she’s cheating?” I said to peeta as I got in bed. The light was on and he was wide awake.

“what do you mean?”

“ I saw a ring on her finger and asked her about it. She said she had her wedding canceled because of the games and we’re in similar circumstances.”

“I think he really loves her. I mean, did you see the way they looked at each other?”

“I did trust me. I’m just saying that with Finnicks reputation with his capital lover I’d be surprised if he settled. Let alone marry. But you’re right the way they looked at each other…. They differently weren’t acting.”

“I’m tired” peeta yawns he turns off the light on the bedside table. I snuggle up next to him and rest my head on his shoulder. And I thought about y/n. If I want allies she should be one of them. She seems real. Not an actor putting on a front for the capital. Or a very superficial person. No she seems like an actual human who has empathy.

TYSM FOR READING!!! This took me much longer than the first two I really hope you like it!!! I worked hard so please like. As always my requests are open. Tell me your thoughts and ideas PLEASE. Also what do you think about y/n’s outfit? Please be nice if you comment though. And a positive reminder to-

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗 stay safe, get some sleep, drink some water, you are amazing! 💙

[thatonesquintern13]

📺: the way home - season two

season one recap 🩵

episode one - the space between:

• watching the ‘previously on’ like i didn’t just spend the week recapping it

• thought this was jacob and dell but it’s just another little boy and older lady

• “it will always take you where you need to go.” 👀

• picking up where season one left off. kat and dell were literally JUST healing and now where back to murder boarding

• oh we’re just immediately jumping into the FROZEN pond

• it didn’t work!

• kat you know that’s not how it works !! just get out before you freeze!!!

• oh god now alice is in the pond

• and YEAH we’re BENEATH THE ICE

• ALICE

• KAT DONT YOU KNOW CPR

• CHEST COMPRESSIONS

• oh god alice is back okay

• so much just happened oh my god

• a note for kat on elliot’s door ):

• me and elliot squabbin the next time i see him 😤

• (did anyone else’s school use the word squab around like 2015?? 2016??)

• “if i’ve learned anything these last few months it’s the worst thing to waste is time.” i gUESS!

• now how can a dog time travel 😭 the pond is SICK for that

• “the pond is done with us, allie. we have to be done with it.” we’ll see

• they’re making a pact to stay in the present

• time jump! seven months laterrrr

• hello?? DECODE PARAMORE?!?!

• and kat is jogging through the woods like is this twilight???

• passed elliot’s (still empty) house. hayley williams is right, how did we get here 😭

• ofc kat is listening to decode she’s an emo millennial

• if you think about it this kinda is like twilight. she’s gonna jump off a cliff next probably

• dell landry: bee keeping age!!!

• where’d the horse come from? 🤨

• “hey, boy. who are you?” oh so neither of us know okay

• oh! it’s the last day of school!

• not spencer from school pulling up

• and maybe zoe from school? hard to say

• alice is leaving!? oh going to the states with brady

• “that’s the thing about shared custody, eventually you have to share.” rip /:

• ugh r*chel mention

• “i am screening your next guy! these last two, they’ve been so very disappointing.” LAST TWO!?

• oh she meant brady and elliot 😂

• “brady only disappointed in the later years. we don’t.. we don’t talk about elliot.” yeah still too soon formerly nemesis monica

• lol so new guy leaves (suspiciously 🤨) and kat is like “okay fiiine i’ll take over the herald and hire myself back!! if i must!!!”

• and good for her!

• oh someone’s died 😰

• evelyn goodwin??

• oldest member of the most prestigious (and wealthiest) family in port haven. an institution, dell says!

• linger?more?

• oh elliot has the AUDACITY to send post cards 😤

• yeah, alice you’re right to roll your eyes at him!!

• we’re getting so much landry lore!

• but also more evidence for my jacob is his own ancestor theory

• the landrys were a founding family of port haven with the aforementioned goodwins

• dell talking about HAPPY MEMORIES OF COLTON!!!! 🥹

• we’re throwing a summer partyyyy

• landry ladies kitchen dancing 🥹

• ruined! by brady calling 😤

• oh so kat and alice are on the same wavelength as me. no wonder kat knows so much about her great great whoevers

• they stuck to their word, no pond!

• “yeah, well. elliot’s not around anymore to give us those pearls of wisdom.” “when are you gonna let that go?” no, no. hold that grudge, alice.

• “elliot promised that he would always be there to help, and when we needed him the most […], he bails.” just like the avatar 😪

• can’t help but notice the herald is brighter now that new guy is gone.

• now i know brady isn’t trying to blame KAT for the shared custody thing

• are we ever gonna be introduced to rachel bc now it’s getting suspicious

• “alice is no distraction, she’s the glue” she really is huh 😭

• ooooh evelyn goodwin put the herald in her will???

• kat is going to ✨lingermore✨

• (i’m guess that’s the goodwin estate?)

• “no wonder you turned the herald into a weekly, you’re always here” okay dell kinda ate with that one 😭

• “i’m going up the hill” me: kate bush?

•but also: *eerie music change* “i’m going with you.”

• okay now i’m scared of lingermore

• oh something has Happened here…

• sorry, evelyn saved everything to open a museum and her son was just like “eh oh well. gonna sell.” ??? hate men.

• oooh but now the herald gets it all!!

• now kat has the entire history of port haven at her fingertips! finding jacob has literally never been easier.

• oh something Sinister has Happened here… 😰

• alice! step away from that pond! you promised your mother!!

• oh she’s just coming to say goodbye ):

• girl back up that’s literally how you fell in the first time!!

• oh it’s LITERALLY how she fell in the first time? the bracelet hello???

• i do enjoy that when i gasp now it’s actually stuff i am surprised about

• is dell gonna have flashbacks of her own of this place now?

• she’s just sad about evelyn ):

• you know. this was kinda how dell’s future was looking before kat and alice showed up…

• yeah how is kat supposed to get all these boxes back to the herald

• UM

• why’s this portrait look just like kat 😀

• “MY KATHERINE, 1814” HELLO

• what did evelyn know 👀

• aww the jewelry dish

• we are immediately back to kat and alice keeping secrets from each other 🫠

• she’s a runna she’s a track star 🏃🏻‍♀️

• oh! note’s gone from the door! is elliot back???

• omg he’s back

• “well kat landry!” “oh… elliot augustine…” okayyyy

•god, kat might as well have just said “you look hot” that would’ve been less embarrassing 😭

• (and he does, she was right.)

• why is elliot being weird

• wait. just realized this man LEFT in the MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR??? elliot there’s a TEACHER SHORT- wait they’re canadian…. is there a canadian teacher shortage??

• um but still. in the middle of the year, dawg??

• okay elliot when have you ever “imposed” on the landrys be so for real

• omg kat get up girl you are not playing it cool rn

• “i will never understand why she took elliot’s travels so hard” bc they’re besties??? (also bc that’s her stepdad but we apparently are keeping that a secret)

• dell didn’t notice that kat and alice were literally time traveling but she DID clock kat and elliot and that is, once again, so southern of her.

• “i haven’t seen you wear the bracelet in forever! i was beginning to think you lost it.” hehe about that…

• no actually WHY is elliot so… off i’m starting to not trust this… like go back to the caribbean if you’re gonna be like this

• “somebody had a glow up.” lmao rita!!

• “looks like elliot had what the kids call a hot boy summer” RITA!!!

• oh so alice didn’t know about katelliot and is really just mad bc elliot is her bestie!!!

• “and besides, there is no us, really. right?” ELLIOT YOU’RE THE BIGGEST DUMB DUMB THERE IS

• fumbled the bag

• he didn’t even say GOODBYE!? god what is with these men

• “great party, dell.” 😭😂

• “you better get out there and get a lobster before rita pilfers them all” lol okay great callback

• “[the farm] will always be here waiting for you.” 🥹

• fireworks for colton 😭😭😭😭

• flashbacks for everyone 🥺

• i miss colton landry

• ugh how long are kat and elliot going to pretend they don’t love each other

• alice is connecting dots

• colton and baby elliot 🥺 the club house is always there for him to have a space 😭

• “don’t waste any time, kid. because it’s never guaranteed.” and elliot thought that was a joke?? i-

• *branch snaps* “did you hear that?” WHO CAME BACK 🫵🏽

• “i saw that look between you and elliot. are you two together?” alice you’re far too late

• alice you didn’t ruin anything, sweetie 😭

• kinda rude that i grew up an hour from the beach and never went to a summer bonfire beach party in high school. (i didn’t go to parties in hs who am i kidding)

• oh! we’re being haunted by our past! cool.

• an elliot mixtape!!! IN THE CLUBHOUSE

• aww elliot’s here.

• with a STRONG candian ‘sorry’

• oh they met alice after the last summer cookout… interesting

• i thought “traveling” was a euphemism. but he actually meant time traveling lol

• “i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye. i just knew if i saw you, i wouldn’t go.” OKAY AND WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN SO BAD

• just sitting on the bed nothing crazy

• SCREAMING !!!!!

• grey’s anatomy training 😏

•making out with all for you playing in the background. gonna cry actually.

• elliot apologizing right away 😭 okay there’s the awkward guy i missed

• “i’m not your problem anymore” WHY WOULD SHE SAY THATTTTT

• ALEXA, PLAY EXHILE BY TAYLOR SWIFT

• the sad part is, they could just go right back to how they were. like elliot is so willing to be that sounding board for kat.

• but. he blew it. super hard. complete buffoonery.

• “welcome home.” damn she’s cold

• baby nick!!!

• ugh elliot was gonna make his move RIGHT before kat met brady 😭

• so i guess spencer from school and zoe from school are??? no more???

• alice is still hung up on nick 😭 girl he’s old let it gooo

• why are they making her sing rn

• now look you’ve made her get stage fright again. (it’s definitely not the ghosts of her mother’s past coming to haunt her…)

• kat and dell finally getting the mother daughter relationship they deserve??

• is the house called lingmore or lingermore… i need to look this up

• the subtitles are telling me lingermore. dell’s accent is just thick lmao

• oh! see, dell thought evelyn reminded her of herself too.

• “i wanna build back our relationship. i wanna get to know you again.” yup yup yup 🥹

• kat has also noticed that dell is talking about colton and jacob in a positive light now

• “no more regrets, only resets” dell would kill on facebook

• ugh, i know Something is going to happen and it’s gonna ruin everything we accomplished in this scene

• um why are we back at the “did you hear that” scene 😰

• WHO IS THAT!?!?? 🫵🏽

• colton???? new guy?????? JACOB!?!?!?

• oh my god

• the blurry polaroid!!

• alice and kat sharing their secrets! season of healing!

• kat don’t let her manipulate you like this!

• okay or do. whatever.

• wait elliot send that text 😭 you gotta be the one to fix this, dude.

• neighbor!? who is this man???

• they better not be trying to give dell another love interest 😤

• could be elliot’s dad tho? but i doubt it

• suspicious buyer of the neighboring farm????

• the new buyer isn’t going to lease the fields sooo what does that mean 😅

• dell is going to be losing money?

• AND WHOSE HORSE IS THIS

• don’t tell me that horse jumped in the pond 🤧

• mother daughter pond jump 🤪

• “it’ll take us where we need to go” what could go wrong! 😀

• BABY ELLIOT!?

• has present elliot been LYING to present kat this whole time??????

• if i got sent to 1814- hold up who is that

• not the gun

• HELLO

• grey’s anatomy training (dying in a horrific way)

• um. okay 😀

fin.

[science-lings]

okay I’ve been inspired, time to list all my versions of botw/totk/aoc link lets go

Wild (He/They): Nonbinary, LU Wild adjacent, generally who I write whenever I write for LU, kind of his own thing bc I feel as though I tend to stray when it comes to lu characterization to fit my own wants. Has the most trouble with memories and their past, has the least control over his emotions. Things like sorrow and anger hit really hard for them and they have more trouble regulating it. Still silly and GNC though, just not as confident about their gender presentation yet.  

Sage (They/She): Genderfluid, HSFR botw/totk Link, really leaning into the whole death/rebirth/reincarnation thing with this one, accidentally picks up a spooky vibe because they have a skeleton horse and a big comfort cloak and is extremely good at making potions. This whole vibe what I’m leaning into for Another Second Chance, even though in that one the botw Link is still called Wild lol. 

Guardian (He/Him): Too anxious to think about gender rn but is a aroace queen. HSFR AoC Link, half sheikah and it is important to his story. His life is kinda dictated by his dedication to the throne by being descended from a long line of royal knights and sheikah who have vowed to serve the blood of the goddess. Also he’s betrothed to his Zelda and on his way to becoming King/Prince Consort.  

Aryll (She/Her): Cis woman (but with complicated gender feelings as she was discouraged from being feminine for a long time and has trouble feeling valued while enjoying typically feminine things, you know the vibe) My Fem!Wild/ Link AU, is the most likely to commit regicide. Had an easier time recovering memories during botw bc of her large amount of shared moments with Zelda. 

Linkle (She/Her): Trans woman Link au, has a bit of an egg cracking moment when she was getting into gerudo town, don’t have much for this one, it might be where I put all my Link being close to the Gerudo hcs. Like, after sealing the calamity, she and Zelda go to live in Gerudo Town instead of Hateno and they’re real close buddies with Riju and Linkle goes to the nearby great fairy to get her gender magically transed. idk i love the gerudo and think they deserve better. (also her name could be changed i kinda made this one on a whim...) 

Spirit Sage (They/Them): Fem leaning enby, totk role swap au where Link gets sent back with the spirit stone instead of Zelda, they lost their arm but the stone lets them summon a ghost version that they have to learn how to control (a feature also seen with HSFR Sage), trained under Mineru and tries to assasinate Ganondorf a few times. 

Time Sage (They/He): Masc leaning enby, pre-calamity was a trans man but then their gender got pickled for a century and their ideas on gender changed a little. They lose their arm but don’t get a replacement. The secret stone they had with them amplifies their time manipulation abilities (bullet time/ sitting by the fire, that kind of thing) They have to learn to fight just as will with their left side and not wield any sort of shield. The story is closer to the canon version than the Sage of Spirit version of the au. 

Gladiator (He/Him): trans man, ssbu Link, pulled from his quest pretty soon after botw. Older brother/babysitter to Young Link (MM) and Toon Link (WW), Eyes have been opened to the multiverse and he’s kinda just vibing with being kind of immortal and meeting the strangest people. ssb lore is wacky so he’s at least allies with all of the other characters, including ganondorf at in the end. Has the least amount of fashion sense and cooking ability but at least he has little brothers and is buds with Kirby. 

[fandom-puff]

Exhaustion

Pairing: Jon Snow x reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: you’ve been up for well over a day, helping Queen Sansa with returning winterfell to its former glory. Jon, back from the Wall now that Greyworm has ventured to Naath grows increasingly concerned for your health as you wear yourself to the bone

AN: so yeah this is totally a season 8 fix it bc we all got incredibly screwed over :) can you tell I’m not too fond of Danaerys after about... season 1? Anyways I love writing for game of thrones lol! Gif creds, as always, to the owner <3 ALSO: YNN= your nickname

Warnings: sleep exhaustion, season 8 spoilers

“There is damage to the wall, my queen, the entrance to the castle as well. The stables were burnt by dragon fire, the armoury... well, most of it is gone. The statues of the direwolves are also destroyed, more so than when the Bolton’s were here,”

Sansa nodded slowly, her hands grasping the ornate wood carvings of the arms of her throne. She looked sideways to you, her closest friend and most loyal advisor, a lady from a lesser house in the north. You turned to the fellow Northman in front of you and surveyed him for a moment.

“For now, we have little need of an armoury. For any horses who survived the dragon fire, we will source wood to build a temporary stable so they may sleep out of the cold,” you said.

“Lord Bronson, please see that the horses are kept sheltered and that any builders hired are paid adequately for their time,” the queen addressed her newly appointed master of coin. “As for the damage to the wall of the castle, we need stone and men to rebuild it. Scope around for volunteers in the keep, they too will be paid for their extra work,” the man nodded and bowed to his queen. “As for the statues... have the Smithy melt down any damaged weapons and use the steel to remodel the Direwolves,” the master of coin scribbled down the funds and nodded.

“That is all, my queen,” the man said.

“And what of the Northmen? Those nearer the wall will have been hit hard by winter and the night king. The harvests were poor, the livestock is weak. We have an excess in our own kitchens. I want hearty food and good ingredients delivered to the villagers to ensure they survive until a more permanent solution is found,”

“Your highness, perhaps we should send a raven to your brother in the south? Out of loyalty to you and his ally, the North, arrangements can be made between the Crownlands and their ports and the fertile grounds of the Reach? Just because the North is now independent does not mean we ought to sever trade links entirely,” you said slowly, your hands clasped in your lap.

Sansa was quiet for a moment. You could see the internal struggle between wanting to do everything herself without help from the south, and wanting to keep the people fed and strong. She turned to you slowly. “Have a message sent to Bran,” she said firmly, nodding slowly to show she trusted you. “Surely there are resources we can trade with Kings Landing. Have another sent to Highgarden, I believe the Reach was relatively unscathed by the Mad Queen,” you bit back a smirk at that nickname. “They have always been fond of our embroidery,” you nodded. “Thank you for your report,” Sansa turned again to the man in front of her. “We will set to work as soon as possible. You are dismissed. Go and see to your wife, my Lord, I believe she is reaching the end of her pregnancy,” she smiled kindly, and with a low bow, the man left the hall.

With no one in the room but herself, you and the master of coin, Sansa sagged into her throne.

“You’re doing wonderfully, your highness,” you said gently, smiling softly at her. “Winterfell is almost restored and I have never seen a ruler show such compassion and sensibility to her subjects. The King of the South will help us- he probably knows already. And if need be, I will tell my brother that I’m staying at winterfell a while longer, should you need me. I trust him not to run my House’s keep to the ground while I’m gone,”

Sansa smiled at you with appreciation, and she soon gave you leave while she went to visit her Maester. As you were reaching the door, she called out. “YN! I’ve had word from Castle Black. Jon is returning to Winterfell. He should be here tonight,” you tried to hide your excited smile, and couldve sworn you saw a sly smirk tugging at Sansa’s lips as you bowed slightly and hurried off to your chamber.

Jon was coming back! You had been furious when the unsullied had him banished to the wall for killing the Mad Dragon Queen. From the moment you saw Danaerys, you did not trust her in the slightest, having heard the stories from across the Narrow Sea. In your eyes she was a glorified tyrant, as mad as her father and as deceptive as Queen Cersei. You knew she was almost nothing without her dragons, which caused more harm than good. Breaker of chains, she had called herself, when in reality she forged chains of her own- bend the knee or die was not a free choice, it was a threat, and had Danaerys Targaryen taken the throne as she was adamant she deserved it, you would’ve been slaughtered for your loyalty to the North, to the Old Gods, to your family, your friends, and not to a glamorous tyrant who would surely burn Westeros to the ground just as her father had planned.

Once returned to the north, you and Sansa had spoken of Jon a few times, and Sansa always got a mischievous glint in her eyes when you did. She must have planned his return, as he had no real need to stay beyond the wall after the Unsullied left for Naath. Smiling to yourself, you set to preparing yourself for dinner, asking a few passing maids to help you draw a bath. Unlike most nobles, you helped the maids, rather than watch them, and spoke kindly as you heated the water for your bath. Once there was enough water, you thanked them and allowed them to leave as you bathed, washing your hair and scrubbing your skin. Once towelled dry, you rubbed sweet smelling oils into your skin, before slipping into your smallclothes and a simple, yet beautiful, dark green gown, discretely embroidered with your house’s sigil at the trim of the neckline and up from the wrists of your long sleeves. Lacing the dress up at the side, you sat in front of your mirror and set about sorting out your hair, towelling it dry and braiding it around your head. Finally, you fastened a simple silver chain around your neck, your sigil hanging over your heart.

Smiling to yourself, you stood, leaving your chamber and walking to the Great Hall where dinner was normally held. When you slipped through the door, however, the room was empty, only a few candles lit. Frowning, you turned, hearing the sound of two sets of footsteps as Sansa and Jon rounded the corner. Sansa trailed off from what she had been saying and smirked slightly as she pushed Jon towards you.

“Er... Lady YLN,” he spoke in his thick, northern burr. You repressed a shiver and have him a bright smile.

“Jon! Just YN, remember?” You said, slowly walking towards him. Gladly, he accepted your embrace, and you buried your face into the thick furs at his shoulder, not caring about the flecks of snow. You pulled away and beamed at eachother, before Sansa cleared her throat.

“I thought we’d take dinner in my chambers,” she said. “The three of us reunited,” you both nodded and followed your queen. “Jon, I’ve had a room prepared for you, there should be a fire to warm you and new clothes there too,”

“But, your majesty, I... I took the black. I’m in exile,” he said lowly, frowning.

Sansa merely smiled and carried on walking. “No. You were in exile, therefore unable to take an oath of any sort. That, however, was when the unsullied insisted on ‘justice’. The unsullied are settled in Naath, and furthermore, you are a Northman. The north is an independent kingdom. Therefore, you are released from your exile,”

You shook your head fondly at your friend as you entered her chambers, were a maid was laying out the table. She turned when she heard the door and sunk into a low curtsey. “Thank you Amya,” Sansa said. “This looks wonderful,”

“Yes m’lady,” the young girl said, smiling proudly as she was dismissed.

Once fed and watered, the three of you retired to Sansa’s personal chamber, drinking wine and sharing anecdotes. Already smiling serenely from the wine at dinner, having more was making you feel a little floaty. You stifled a yawn as you fiddled with your necklace as you listened to Jon. “YN... you look exhausted,” he said softly, tipping your chin up to face him properly. The flickering light of the hearth highlighted the growing bags under your eyes and how glazed over your eyes were.

“‘M alright,” you mumbled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Can stay up a bit longer. Finish your story,” you insisted, but your eyes were already fluttering shut.

Sansa pursed her lips. “YN... after last night’s small council meeting, did you even go to sleep?” She asked gently. “And today... we’ve had about 15 lords and 12 smallfolk coming in for audiences, all of which you attended...”

You smiled slightly. “Was in the library last night, Sansa...” you mumbled. “Needed to look up the logistics and the finances,”

“Oh, YNN, we have a Maester and master of coin to do that,” she said gently, reaching over to place her hand over yours. “What about when the maester called for a break?”

“I went to start on the letters to my brother and the King in the South,” you mumbled. “And Highgarden...” you let Sansa hold your hand and give it a firm squeeze, still nuzzling you’re face into Jon’s furs as the last two days finally caught up with you. “Nodded off at my desk, though, so I’ll have to start the letter to King Bran again,”

Sansa frowned. “YNN, you’re working too hard. I appreciate it immensely, but I cannot expect you to help me if you aren’t taking care of yourself. Tonight you will rest, and when morning comes you may rest some more. You are allowed to care for yourself, alright? You must. Because without you by my side, I question everything I do. I need you by my side. The north needs you in excellent condition. And so does Jon,” you nodded slowly in understanding, but her soothing words and gentle tone were lulling you to sleep. “I want to make you my hand, YN. But first, you need to sleep,” you nodded again and let out a mumbled ‘yes, my queen’ as you finally turned your head fully into Jon’s furs and let exhaustion take you.

What felt like an eternity later, you were jostled awake. You let out a small noise of complaint and nuzzled you’re face further into the soft thick furs in front of you, your fingertips brushing a lock of curled hair...

“Jon?” You whispered, barely audible.

“Shhh, I’m here. Gotta get you to bed, YN. no arguing, now. Queen’s orders,” you nodded, and mumbled ‘alright’ as he carried you to your chamber. He found your bed already turned down, and gently lowered you into it, letting you wriggle out of your dress. He averted his eyes as you tugged the covers over yourself, despite it being dark. You settled into the pillows, already drifting deeper into your slumber, when you heard the door creak open.

“Jon?” You murmured, reaching an arm out for him.

“Yeah?”

“Stay?”

Your eyes were shut and you were practically asleep, but you heard the door shut and lock and the sound of heavy leathers and cloaks hit the ground. Best of all, you soon felt the safe warmth of Jon pressed against your side.

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[jemej3m]

Idk if I said this already but Romeo and Juliet au where Nathan makes sure Neil doesn’t marry Andrew and Neil and Andrew are a little smarter than the original Romeo and Juliet

how much smarter, though

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Red gown, drawn above his waist. The sleeves fell from the elbow, sweeping the floor with a slit for his forearms. Atop of his fire-lick curls was a golden circlet, glistening in the candlelight. 

It was rumoured that Mary Hatford’s son was the most beautiful thing in a world. Unfortunately for Andrew, he wasn’t just Mary Hatford’s son: he was also the heir of Nathan Wesninski. 

Though the Wymacks and the Wesninskis had once shared Palmetto peacefully, the tragic murder of David Wymack’s wife, Kayleigh Day, and the kidnapping of his son, had not been forgiven. Equally unforgiven was the suspicious death of Riko Moriyama, allied to the Wesninskis under ancient laws. 

And so: they all hated each other. 

War is profitable, Aaron always said, when Renee insisted that perhaps they negotiate a ceasefire rather than another duel. Nobody wants peace.

And whilst Andrew knew that to be true, a traitorous corner of his heart wished that, just for one moment, the two families weren’t constantly at each other’s throats. Only then would Andrew allowed to be with him: the Wesninski son. 

Most knew him as Nathaniel. As his father’s shadow. 

Andrew knew him as Neil. Neil Abram, the flame to Andrew’s shadow. A man loathesome of his father and anguished over his dead mother. 

He was, undoubtedly, the most brilliant thing on Andrew’s horizon. Everythnig else paled in comparison. 

Even now, with the top-half of his face obscured by a golden mask, he was stunning. 

And even though Andrew wore a mask of his own - to be seen on Wesninski grounds as one of Wymack’s proteges would be certain death - Neil gravitated towards him. 

“Why,” Neil said, voice low. He was trying not to smile. “You don’t look like you’re from around here.” 

“I’m simply a travelling merchant,” Andrew bowed. “Seller of souls and blades.”

“Would you, by chance, be selling a moment of your time?” 

Andrew offered his arm. 

It was dangerous to dance with him, when his father was sitting at the banquet table and waiting for Neil to dance with Ichirou Moriyama instead, but Andrew didn’t care. He had a knife up his sleeve and boundless wit: if he was questioned, he’d escape. The only reason that he wasn’t knifing everyone in the room was for Neil’s sake: he’d seen enough bloodshed in his life. Andrew didn’t need to contribute to it. 

“Abby has a plan,” Neil whispered. His apothecary was his only ally and confidante. Andrew had received many a correspondence via her aid. 

“What is it?”

“You need to trust me.” Neil squeezed Andrew’s hand as he was spun around. “Alright?”

“I hate surprises.”

“I know.” 

The tune acquiesced. They stepped back from one another to bow once more. 

“Be at Eden’s Chapel at noon on Sunday,” Neil whispered as they brushed shoulders. “No matter what you hear. Okay?” 

“Neil,” Andrew tried, but he was gone, swept up in a crowd of gathered velvet and silk. 

*

Wymack had many a protege, most of which he considered his own children. Of course, he did also have Kevin, his genuine son, but in his absence he’d procured the strangest mix of deviants and created a family. 

Wymack rescued Andrew and his family from certain peril and poverty. It was the only reason Andrew willingly sat at his large dining table every morning for breakfast: he owed Wymack his life. 

It was Sunday morning: they were all dressed finely to attend the service. Andrew would be departing early to meet Neil at Eden’s chapel, a church way up on the hill. He would have too come back and retrieve a horse to make it there in time for Neil’s arrival. 

Since the masquerade of Friday evening, Andrew had been bereft of all knowledge about Neil’s plans. He could only hope that it would work, and that they would finally find peace and sanctimony. 

Amidst his thoughts, he did not notice his cousin barrel into the room like a rather tenacious tumbleweed. Panting, he gripped the back of Aaron’s chair, eyes lit up with glee. 

“The Wesninski heir!” he announced. “He’s dead! That old bastard is childless and his name will die with him!” 

Every hair on Andrew’s body stood on end. No. No. They had been so close to freedom. Neil could not be dead. He couldn’t.

“Andrew,” Renee said. Andrew had stood up with a sharp jolt: now the whole table was looking at him, shocked he had such a vicious reaction to Nicky’s news. 

“I must leave.” 

“But -” Nicky blinked, confusion. “What about mass?”

Andrew grabbed the first horse he could find and hitched himself onto the saddle, galloping Wesninski-bound. The noble family had their long line of sons buried in a mausoleum on the edge of their land, facing over the cliffs. Beneath their rocky faces were raging waves, smashing themselves against the unforgivable stone. 

The wind was cold but Andrew was colder: the burial grounds were all but abandoned. He threw the reigns over a thinning branch of an olive tree and stumbled towards the stone monolith. 

The door was heavy but desperation was Andrew’s fuel: he shoved it open and shivered as he entered the tomb. 

And there, in the centre of marble coffins, laid Neil. 

Andrew had never seen his skin so pale. A cloth was pulled up to his shoulders, but his head rested on a pillow of rosemary and satin. His hair was pushed back, eyes closed. Between his brows rested the gold pendant of his circlet, the one that fated him as a Wesninski. 

With trembling hands, Andrew reached out for his cheek. He was cold to the touch. His chest neither rose nor fell: his heart was still. 

Agony. Andrew was pretty sure that was what he felt: pure, unadulterated agony. His chest ached. He couldn’t breathe. Neil said he’d had a plan. Neil said to trust him, and now he was dead.

“You,” came a cold voice. “You.” 

Andrew turned around. 

If Neil was beauty, his father was all brutishness. He was sharp and stiff, his face etched with anger and sadism. Andrew felt the pain in his chest rise to his throat. 

Nathan Wesninski pointed a finger at him. “You are one of Wymack’s spawn. You sullied - ruined - my son. The one at his window. The one in his ear. You turned him against me.” 

“You did that yourself,” Andrew said. “And I will kill you for what you’ve done.” 

Nathan drew his sword with a feral roar, but Andrew was faster. Smaller, faster, angrier. It was, retrospectively, an unfair fight: the man was older, with a renowned capacity to inflict pain but none of the finesse. 

Andrew feinted and shoved his blade between one rib and another: the man dropped to the floor with a furious wheeze, eyes rolling back into his head. 

As he dropped, a new figure stepped into the tomb. 

Abby wasn’t much to look at, narrow and cautious. She had her hands held close to her chest, looking at the body of Nathan Wesninski with wide-eyes. 

“Andrew,” she whispered. 

“He’s dead,” he said, hoarse. “How could you let this happen?”

“He’s not dead,” she stepped closer. “He drank a tonic that makes him appear dead.” In her palm rested a small bottle. “I have the elixir to wake him.” 

He snatched it from her grasp and ran to Neil’s side. There were only three droplets: Andrew watched them coat Neil’s lips, grasping onto his hand and praying under his breath. If Renee could see him now, he thought absently, pressing his forehead into Neil’s shoulder. 

With a gasp, the man woke up, colour rushing to his cheeks. He choked, coughing and spluttering. Andrew held his shoulders. 

“Andrew?” he mumbled, weak-voiced and bleary-eyed. “What are you doing here?” 

“You fool,” Andrew snapped. “How did you think I would react when I heard the news that you were dead?” 

“But I wasn’t,” he said, petulant. “I told you to trust me!” 

“I told you we should have written to him,” Abby chided. “Now your father is dead.” 

Neil’s eyes went wide as he looked at his father’s corpse. His head whipped back, gazing up at Andrew. “Did you do that?” 

“It was him or myself,” Andrew responded. “I cannot live without you, Abram.” 

Neil’s lips were still bitter when he pressed them to the corner of Andrew’s mouth. “And I, you."

*

it was short because I'm tired lol 

[absynthe--minded]

for the ship questions: all the odd numbers for russingon??? please and thank you

all the odd numbers!!

okay I am answering this one First but there are some other asks I technically got first so I’m going to exclude a few for the sake of answering all of them! I hope that’s okay. Below the cut for length and some quasi-NSFW discussion.

PRE-RELATIONSHIP:

1. How did they first meet?

this is actually the plot of one of my fics! Finno goes to a party with his parents, wanders off to get drunk and enjoy the free food, and winds up getting very drunk and then seeing Maitimo and assuming he’s a Maia because of how hot he is. he is in fact so very drunk that he straight up forgets that “Curufinwë” and “Fëanáro” are the same person and doesn’t understand why Maitimo is like “what the fuck why are you talking to me oh shit you’re hot”. (Maitimo ditches his date to the party to climb a tree, drink wine, and deal with the fact that he’s suddenly interested in a boy.)

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Maitimo tried so fucking hard to resist his feelings. He basically tried to be like. Gay But By Telperion’s Light Only. he’d write poetry and burn it, he’d stare into the stars and the silver light and be Dreamy and Distant. (Finno leapt into having feelings with his whole self and everyone knew he was pining after someone. He kept trying to play it off as nothing serious, but everyone around him knew. Everyone.)

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Maitimo would be married to the daughter of one of Fëanáro’s first and most loyal allies in the Tirion court. Her name was Cirissë, she was chosen for him by Fëanáro (with the clear caveat of “if you’d rather marry someone else please give me the name and I’ll arrange it”) and the expectation was that they’d have at least one child named Cantëafinwë. As the eldest of his House and since he didn’t have any great works or passions of his own, his “job” was to carry on Míriel Þerindë’s legacy. If he had objected to this or found something else to do with his life, Fëanáro would have given way, but Maitimo prior to meeting Findekáno was okay with having an arranged marriage. This wasn’t a decision made in spite of his feelings - he’d never said he wasn’t all right with it.

Findekáno would probably be drifting through life without really any sense of purpose - I’m going to assume that history goes very differently if they don’t meet, because not meeting implies that even the Darkening doesn’t quite go as planned - and I think he’d have settled for the single life, floating from party to party and social event to social event without ever really being rooted in something.

GENERAL:

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Findekáno was the one who insisted they become proper friends and start spending time together, and who introduced Maitimo to the joys of fucking around in the meadows outside Tirion on their free days. He was bold, and intense, and bright, and constantly smiling. But it was Maitimo who confessed his feelings. They went out one day - it was Finno’s begetting day, and Maitimo had gotten him a falcon (they took up falconry as an excuse to be out and about and alone for days, but they’d been using Finwë’s mews and Finwë’s birds) and they were with their horses and their birds, and Maitimo very shyly admitted that what he felt was more than friendship.

Finno kissed him, and he almost fell out of his saddle and off his mare.

5. What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Their height difference is a little ridiculous. Maitimo is eight and a half feet tall, which is Very Tall by elvish standards. Finno is seven feet tall, which is on the taller side of “average” - his mother Anairë is taller than he is, and Artanís is like 7′9″. He comes up to about his husband’s sternum. Maitimo isn’t really built, though? He’s actually quite delicate and slender when you look at him on his own, but compared to quite a lot of other elves he’s buff as hell just by virtue of needing to be muscular to move all those bones around. Their age difference is actually something that’s kind of hard to calculate but I’ve worked it out - Maitimo is 90 solar years older than Finno, he was about the human equivalent of eighteen when his husband was born. They met for the first time when Maitimo was 190 solar years old and Finno was 100 solar years old - they were both adults, in the same stage of life.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

It depends on the social situation tbh! Findekáno tends to take the lead in most things that involve being a bright and shiny polite happy public figure, because he’s charismatic and intuitive and good at that kind of thing, but Maitimo will lead if it’s one of his few areas of expertise or if his husband is floundering. He does have a flair for the dramatic and it’s a very natural thing for him.

9. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

They both do, because they’re fortunate enough to have a telepathic bond that lets them communicate silently in a room full of other people. It made for some fascinating council meetings the few times they wound up sharing a space in that way.

LOVE:

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

Elves don’t really have cheesy pick-up lines, but they’ve both fallen victim to sappy poetry. Maitimo probably holds the record there for sheer number of dumb things he’s said solely for the purposes of getting Finno’s attention, though. There are. A Lot of those.

5. Who initiates kisses?

Maitimo. Always, constantly. His primary method of affection and of emotional expression is “Kiss Husband” and he does it all the time.

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

I’m excluding sex from this because the answer to that question is “sex”, honestly. They like cooking (Maitimo cooks and Finno watches him), and going riding, and one time Maitimo climbed the side of a cliff and Finno went along with it solely to stare at his ass. Finno is terrible at archery and at the harp but he’ll do both of those things because they make his husband happy. They like reading, and discussing what they’ve read, and if they’d had the chance they would have enjoyed the theater.

9. Who’s more protective?

see this is sort of a weird question because like

Maitimo is Obviously Protective. He glowers, and he glowers protectively, and he does things like plant spies in Nolofinwë’s household so he can keep an eye on his husband’s movements. He considers himself Findekáno’s guard, and he’s very very paranoid so he’s very very good at guarding. (The one time he saves Findekáno from orcs and from Sauron he has several mental breakdowns all at once.) Maitimo is the obvious answer here.

But Finno will cross a room in half a second and vault over like sixteen tables to smack you with his riding glove and demand you duel him if he’s all the way on the other side of the hall and thinks he heard you considering insulting Maitimo.

It goes both ways tbh.

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

The in-universe songs that apply to their relationship are basically all written about them, lol. I tend to headcanon that the song Findekáno sang is preserved through the ages to some extent and its ultimate form is the song that Sam sings in the tower of Cirith Ungol? So take that as you will.

Out of universe... well, I have a shitton of playlists, but I’ll leave you with the song that inspired my Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang fic, “Last Train Home” by Ryan Star.

13. Who remembers the little things?

It depends on the little things. Maitimo remembers every detail of every military operation he ever devised, but Findekáno remembers what day of the week it is.

DOMESTIC LIFE:

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Gil-galad would have been their kid in a happier world. He’s the biological son of Lalwendë Finwiel and Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod, sent to Barad Eithel when his mother and father were missing-presumed-dead after the Dagor Bragollach, and Findekáno adopted him as his ward and heir but didn’t keep him in Hithlum due to the danger.

(They do, however, have three additional children that they don’t find out about until Valinor, because Sauron is a mad scientist and he had unrestricted access to Maitimo for sixty years, and because Findekáno bled all over the Thangorodrim cliff-face when he slammed face-first into it. Those children are Autamar Autahala, whom I’ve mentioned before (he’s their eldest and the only one who’s descended from both of them), and Alya and Ailinwë, twins who are descended solely from Maitimo. Their three kids show up at their house one day, the same ages as they were when they all died, and that’s a fun time for everyone.)

Gil-galad is brave and fair and just and all that good shit you need to be a king. Autamar is kind of terrifying because growing up in Angband and being groomed to be a puppet ruler will do that to you, but he’s very smart and very dry-witted. Alya and Ailinwë died when they were quite young, but they’re very bright, and Alya is as fond of horses as Maitimo is. She also likes knives.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Maitimo. He’s got more experience parenting, as opposed to Finno who died and then suddenly found out that his ward had claimed him as a father - Maitimo basically raised his four youngest siblings, and Elrond and Elros, and he’s very good at being the strict dad. It’s the one thing he’s actually strict about outside his military work. But he’s actually a giant marshmallow underneath his stern exterior and he really wants to be a good father.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

This is a non-answer but they don’t kill bugs as a rule they’ll either let them outside or allow predator bugs to live in their spaces - lots of spider neighbors who pay rent by eating gnats. But as a rule Maitimo will do the gross or unseemly things just because he wants them done. Finno is a bit more of an obvious coward when it comes to those things.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Maitimo doesn’t sleep as often as Findekáno does, but Findekáno can usually entice him into coming back to bed.

11. Who likes to dance?

Maitimo is the one who really truly loves partnered dancing. He leads. Findekáno can and will dance alone, but it’s only after he marries that he truly becomes enchanted by the high romance of a good querië.

[stormfirebeauty]

do u have any jason grace (honorary white man, clueless but in a wholesome way) headcanons ?

Ok I’ve had this ask for a while but didn’t have anything interesting to respond with but now I’ve been thinking about how Jason was characterized as a son of Jupiter and I have lots of thoughts to share. I’ll be honest though, I definitely don’t think of Jason as clueless (except maybe when it comes to cute boys).

We know that Jason doesn’t care much about positions of power and has always felt pressure to be in leadership rolls because of who his father is. However Jupiter is also the god of Justice, which is only referenced to Jason’s character like one time and I think. It would’ve been interesting to explore his desire for justice over power.

From a young age he was highly perceptive if someone (or himself) was being treated unfairly.

The reason he joined the 5th court was because the way they were treated made his skin crawl and his face turn red when he first arrived at Camp Jupiter. He used to have a major temper over it and other injustices. I think for his first year or two at camp Jupiter he was actually a bit of a rebel. His moral is basically “respect the rules unless the rules are unfair, then screw the rules.”

Eventually he learned that all acting out at Camp Jupiter would get him was enemies and shitty chores. He learned how to get what he wanted and defend people more subtly.

He absolutely hates the politics of Camp Jupiter. In order to get a rule changed or get someone excepted into the legion you might have to be allied with the right cohort or senator, you might have to exchange favors, you might owe a favor in the future. He hates even more when he inevitably gets involved in the politics and eventually get promoted to Praetor. He finds it exhausting emotionally.

I think he vibes with Camp Half Blood better because everyone is kind of on equal footing. Like ya some people are douchebags, there’s popular and unpopular people. Everyone gets a voice though, around the ping pong table or camp fire. Everyone gets to play to their own strengths. At Camp Jupiter we see Frank being discouraged to use a bow and arrow, despite being amazing with it, and Hazel being laughed at for using a cavalry sword, even though she’s a queen on a horse. Camp Half Blood would be like “oh sick you guys rock at that you should use those skills.”

However after being raised at Camp Jupiter the disorganization of the Greeks does stress him out a little sometimes. Counselor meetings involve a lot of shouting and talking over each other. He’s like damn I love the lack of politics here and the honestly behind everyone’s agenda, but can we take turns? Raise hands maybe?

I’m ignoring anything that happened in ToA partly bc I haven’t read it and partly bc my boy Jason is happy and alive with his boyfriend and girlfriend.

So I think normal career tracks for children of Jupiter/Zeus are probably like politics, company CEO, etc. Jason never liked positions of power though. He becomes a defense attorney.

He finds it hard to operate in a system so clearly corrupt and hates every time he seeing an innocent wrongly convicted or or someone guilty of something awful get off with a slap on the wrist.

Like at Camp Jupiter, he ends up in a leadership position despite his desire to avoid them. He leads campaigns to reverse unfair laws or court rulings, and becomes well know in activist circles.

One of his clients once got wrongfully convicted of a crime. Jason did his best defending her, but there were a lot of signs pointing to her being guilty. He honestly hadn’t been sure whether she was innocent or not until the jury ruled guilty, then he immediately felt ice in his bones and he knew it was wrong. She was sentenced to 15 years in prison. He spent months working every single day until he was able to prove her innocence.

Part of me thinks he would eventually become a judge but I can’t imagine him in those stupid robes lol

But ya basically Jason Grace only cares about justice and equality but because of his dad he ends up leading either because people naturally see him that way or because he realizes no one else is going to lead the charge.

[mega-aulover]

Drabble me this: (AU because otherwise it may not make sense) K and P talk secretly about other people (gossip, complements, “no puedo creer que se vistió así!” etc) en español, in public... they switch back to English when they need to talk to their friends or other people. But they are that couple gossiping in the corner in another language because they can. Make it funny 😄

I took liberties with this one... @alliswell21 I did have fun with this one used my Latina Puerto Rican and Dominican heritage to write this one. This is sorto of based on true life...lol Modern AU

T for mild language (in Spanish) - 

Celosa

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“Oye mira esta, quien se cree que es esta,” Katniss muttered under her breath. She and her sister were in the food court hanging out. The mall with its cool air was a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside.

Her silver eyes narrowed as she saw Glimmer Smith strut around like a male peacock in front of Peeta Mellark.

“De que te estas encojonando ahora,” Prim said looking up from her phone.

Katniss didn’t want to admit she was upset by Glimmer’s outright flirting with Peeta.

“What’s wrong with Katniss,” Johanna their cousin said sitting down next to them.

Katniss sighed her cousin Johanna was a pain in the neck. She didn’t want to share her non-existent crush/relationship/friendship/thing with Johanna. Her cousin had a mind as deep and dirty as a cesspool. She also had a mouth on her, she gave the priest a heart-attack after confession. 

“Katniss is jealous,” Prim snickered.

A group of girls passed by, they were Glimmer’s friends. They glanced at Katniss and gave her a frosty glare. Katniss tucked her head down and they became quiet as Glimmer’s friends went by.

“Cabronas,” Prim muttered as soon as they were out of earshot.

“¡PRIM, LENGUAJE!” Katniss admonished. She glanced at their cousin. Her sister’s potty mouth was all Johanna’s doing.

“Que, it’s true.” Johanna defended “Son cabronas toditas. Son traidoras especialmente la que se llama Clove. La voz de esa tipa me da dolor de cabeza.” She turned to Prim, “Cuales de esas, es la que tiene tu hermana totalmente frustrada.”

“I’m not frustrated,” Katniss whispered.

“Yes you are,” Prim said then turned to Johanna and pointed to Glimmer. “Esa tipa que esta alli.”  

“¿La rubia que está meneando las nalgas enfrente de Peeta?” Jo questioned grabbing a french-fry from Katniss’ plate.

Katniss scowled at her cousin.

“Esa mirada no me molesta,” Johanna said sitting down.

Katniss scowl was legendary but to her cousin it did nothing.

Glimmer laughed and tossed her blond hair over her shoulder. She reached out to touch Peeta, but she missed his shoulder when he ducked to find something in the kiosk. Undeterred she walked from one end of the kiosk to the other, hips swaying.

“¡Mírala, se cree que tiene el cuerpo de Miss Universo!” Johanna observed.

Glimmer did have an hourglass figure, and she did like to sashay in front of the bakery kiosk in the mall whenever Peeta was there. Not that Katniss was keeping tabs on Peeta. They were friends, she told herself, good friends. Good friends that kissed and held hands. Good friends that told each other’s secrets and who occasionally fell asleep snuggled together.  

“Ay Katniss. Tú te crees que Peeta se va ir atrás de esa bruja,” Prim huffed.

“Es bonita,” Katniss said defeated. Compared to Glimmer, Katniss had no hips, no bobos, no ass. No tiene patio, ni tiene balcón, as her grandmother Carmen Magnolia would say.

“Obviamente necesitas lentes,” Prim grabbed Katniss by the chin, forcing her to look at Glimmer. “¡Ella, tiene la cara, de un caballo!”

Johanna spit out the smoothy she was drinking, roaring with laughter. “OMG! She said Glimmer has a horse face.”  

“PRIM,” Katniss said grabbing napkins and cleaning off her shirt. She was grateful she was wearing black.

“¿Y que?” Prim raised an eyebrow. “Dime que estoy equivocada, por favor dímelo…” Prim waited and when Katniss didn’t say anything Prim said trimupantly. “No lo puedes admitir, porque sabes que la tipa se tiene que pintar la cara, para poder parecer humana.”

Katniss rolled her eyes, Glimmer did have a slight overbite and she did wear a lot of makeup.

“Mira, si te preocupas tanto y crees que el te va dejar. Vete allá, y cómpra unos de esos buñuelos Colombiano para que veas que Peeta esta locamente enamorado de ti.” Katniss thought about Prims request.

“Here,” Johana said giving her the money to go buy a dozen buñuelos.

Katniss mouth watered at the thought of the light as air cheesy tasting fried bun. “Está bien voy a ir.” She took money from her cousin.

Katniss liked Peeta a lot they became friends in the Spanish Club in high school, and their friendship grew when they went to the local college. They were more than friends but, they hadn’t talked about what to label themselves at and until Glimmer transferred into their Sophomore year at college Katniss was content. Now she wanted a big fat, “DO NOT TOUCH! DO NOT GO PASS GO! THAT BOY IS MINE!” sticker to plaster on Peeta. If she was honest with herself, Katniss hadn’t dated anyone since she met Peeta back in high school, but she wasn’t sure about him.

She neared the kiosk and heard Glimmer’s laugh. She sounded like a braying horse.

“Hi Katniss, or rather hoe-la,” Peeta said his face breaking into a huge smile.

“¿Hola, tienes buñuelos?”

“Pa-ra ti?” He asked. Peeta spoke Spanish with a heavy American accent. He tried though and wanted to travel to Puerto Rico and Santo Domingo, the places her parents hailed from.

“Si,” Katniss affirmed. She snuck a look at Glimmer whose face looked shock at how easy Peeta diverted his attention.

Peeta leaned in and put his hand next to hers on the counter. Katniss inched her hand forward. He winked and his voice dropped an octave as he spoke, “Cuanto buñuelos Colombiano querer?”

Katniss felt the way electricity danced up her spine causing her body to tingle allover. “Una docena por favor.”

“One dozen coming up.” Peeta winked, his hand touched hers briefly and Katniss sighed.

Glimmer was pouting full time and giving Katniss dirty looks.

Katniss ignored Glimmer and watched Peeta efficiently cook the fried cheesy treats. When Peeta was done he came back to her and handed her the bag their fingers clashed once more, and Katniss swore her heart banged up against her chest.

“Katniss, quere ir are la,” Peeta paused his face deep in thought. “A el te-a-tro ahora?”

The shiny surface of the kiosk showed her blushing face. “Si.”

“Bueno!” Peeta said triumphantly.

“English please,” Glimmer said. “You know I don’t know what you guys are saying and what if she’s badmouthing me.”

Katniss saw how annoyed Peeta looked at Glimmer’s rude ways. “She asked for buñuelos Colombiano,” he pointed to the sign above him. “And she said yes when I asked her to go out with me tonight.”

“You are going out with her?” Glimmer pointed to Katniss as if she had the plague.

“Yeah, she’s my gorgeous girlfriend I mean novia.” Peeta said winking at Katniss. “Tus buñuelos, te veo esta no-che.”

Katniss giggled and impulsively leaned over and gave Peeta a kiss, before putting the money on the counter. Now it was her turn to sashay away as his novia.    

 End NOTES

In the La Republica Dominicana we use Encojonar to mean mad or upset or someone who readily gets mad. In Puerto Rico, my father’s mother used to say of the women of our family temenos mucho patio y balcón, patio is back yard meaning big butt and balcón is the balcony the big boobs. Nalgas is less formal and it can be crude (for a Dominican / Puerto Rican) way of saying butt, it translates to the buttock. If you all look at the word buñuelo (they are Columbian little fried round breads that are cheesy and are delish) you will find a recipe on how to make them at home. Novia means girlfriend & Novio means boyfriend. Tipa is a chick but in La Republica Dominicana it’s what you call a loose girl or your enemy. 

[so-writing]

Snow 8 - Ivar / Hvitserk x Reader

“Of course I want him,” she leaned into your ear and whispered ‘and I will have him’ while shoving a piece of paper into your fist before stepping into her quarters and slamming the door in your face.

Meet me at docks before dawn, make sure you’re not followed. Burn this before your husband sees it. 

The scrap of paper was interesting, considering it seemed like Brenna’s intentions with Hvitserk were pretty clear. Using the word husband to address Ivar was came off as callous and the fact that he absolutely was not meant to see it meant their conversation was more than likely going to be about him, rather than Hvitserk. 

You threw a few logs on the fire after you’d returned to the chamber you shared with Ivar. The flames licked the sides of the fireplace as you tossed the paper into them. 

“What was that?” 

“Hm?” You didn’t bother to turn his way, the flames keeping your face warm enough to hide the heat radiating from the fear you had that he would find you out.

“You threw something into the fire? What was it?” 

“It was a note from one of the slaves, my king.” 

“Why are the slaves giving you notes?” 

His crutches slid across the floor as he made his way over to you. Rough fingertips touched the side of your face gently, coaxing you to meet his eyes.

“Why are the slaves giving you notes?” 

“It’s silly, Ivar, it’s really nothing.” 

“Please, I am very curious.” 

“It’s so silly, one of the stable boys that tends to our horses has been giving me little notes the past few weeks. Nothing in them is vulgar, he just has a little crush.” 

“Which one? Erik?” 

“No, Erik is almost a grown man and it would be incredibly inappropriate for him to do that. It’s his younger brother, Sten.” 

“Sten is barely ten years old, who is teaching him to write? Maybe I’ll have a talk with Erik.”

Slight panic, it wasn’t your intention to get anyone in trouble and Ivar finding out about you lying will only raise his suspicions.

“Ivar, love, don’t bother. He’s a child and soon he will start to take interest in women his own age and will think me an old woman. You surely remember your first crush as a young boy, don’t you?”

“You will never be an old woman,” he tenderly kissed your cheek, “and of course I remember. It was you.” 

Tonight had to be the night. You needed to tire him out so that he wouldn’t wake when you left to meet Brenna, and you needed to keep up the charade as best as you could. 

Ivar pulled himself on top of you and pressed a kiss just beneath your ear, trailing them down your neck. He pulled your slip down, revealing a nipple, and wrapped his lips around it, sucking gently. You arched your back up into him.

“Should I stop,” he pulled his lips away with a gentle pop and looked into your eyes with hope and a bit of bashfulness written on his face.

“No, please don’t stop.” 

*

Ivar didn’t wake when you slipped out of bed and quickly dressed. Your steps were quick and light as you headed toward the docks to speak with Brenna. After a few minutes of searching, you found her sitting in one of her village’s boats, hidden from anyone that might be out before first light.

“You really don’t want to be found, do you?”

“No. If my plans are found out, I will be killed by your husband.”

There it was again, that word, and she spat it out with the same malice you thought she felt when she’d written it. 

“What is going on? I thought you were here to take Hvitserk away.” 

“I am, I need him as my king but I don’t want him the way you think I do. I have no doubt we were being listened to in the hall earlier and I needed to make sure everything thinks I’m here to take him from you. We are here right now because I trust no one in this kingdom apart from you, and I need your help.” 

King Frode and his queen Estrid of Manafell had a deep respect for Ragnar Lothbrok. They loved him so much that they looked the other way when he took a second wife, though they did not agree with it.

When he passed, they did not care for Aslaug as queen and had no desire to make her ally. Lagertha’s death, allegedly, at the hands of Ivar did not sit well with them either. 

“She then decided to make her terror of a son the king and that is when we moved forward with these plans. She has two older sons that would’ve been fine rulers. They might be her sons, but we have nothing against Hvitserk and Ubbe, they will not be harmed. She wasn’t a good queen and Ivar will not make a good king.”

The plan was always to kill Ivar and take Kattegat as their own. Manafell was a larger village, nearly a city, but not quite the size of Kattegat and it had nowhere near the quality ports. When it was discovered that you were forced to marry Ivar, despite the fact that you were in a serious relationship with his older brother, things began to fall into place. 

Brenna would be married to Hvitserk and bring him home to Manafell where he would rule alongside her. An alliance would be formed between the kingdoms of the two brothers. Hvitserk, or someone else should he not want to, would kill Ivar. Brenna would release him from their marriage so that he was free to be with me, the widowed queen, and she would marry someone of her choice. 

“We can figure out the logistics of the rule later, but what are your thoughts? You’re an integral part of this plan. Please help us.”

It was a lot to take in. It was also insane, and brilliant.

“Why do you trust me? How do you know I haven’t fallen in love with Ivar?”

“I know you haven’t because of how you have acted the entire time I’ve been here. You’ve played the part well enough for a man to believe it. I am not a man, and you are not in love with him. The one you love is on a ship headed toward these very docks. Help us, and take back from your life from that wretched cripple.”

-

tagged: @lol-haha-joke @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @blonddnamedhandz

[birger-wuvs-elsa]

A Tale of a Shadow

This got far longer than I intended, whoops. I’m on mobile too, so no read mores, we read or scroll like mad dastards, lol. @patricia-von-arundel @frozenartscapes

Edelgard was not one for telling stories.

So when the child asked her for one, on a quiet moonlit night when being put to bed, she wasn’t sure at first what to do. Byleth wasn’t available, having long since fallen asleep, overwhelmed by a long and taxing day. Millie has already given her goodnight hugs and kisses, and it had been up to Edelgard to take her to bed. There was no way out for her, no excuse or escape; and honestly, no desire not to. She absently remembered asking for stories as a child herself, and wanted to afford her daughter that same luxury.

But what story to tell her...?

All our lives are stories, El, that can be shared and keep us alive in memory. How else do you think legends are made?

Shadow’s words echoed in her mind, and Edelgard smiled down at the little face that beamed up from her place in her mother’s lap.

“Once upon a time, there was a young princess, who caught the eye of a mysterious dragon spirit...”

Millie’s eyes sparkled, already enamored with the tale, and cuddled closer to Edelgard’s chest as she eagerly awaited the rest of the story.

“The dragon had been traveling from world as they searched for their soulmate. When they came to Fódlan, the princess was so similar to their soulmate, the dragon spirit was fooled into thinking she may be their quarry. But as the years went by, and the spirit was as an invisible friend to the princess, they fell in love with the little girl’s spirit and heart. After all, she clearly was alike to their soulmate, and such a unique soul was well worth their companionship.”

Millie squirmed in her lap, her gaze unfocused and fascinated. “Ooh...did they stay with the princess?”

Edelgard smiled and nodded. “Indeed they did, they watched over her during her childhood. She knew they were there, as well; had spied a large hulking shadow that did not match her own. That, and she could sense them read books over her shoulder, or dance with her as she practiced alone. Thus the princess dubbed them Shadow, for they followed her as one.”

“This quiet friendship lasted for many years, during which Shadow would occasionally disappear. But the princess never feared, for they always returned. Though she didn’t know it at the time, Shadow would leave for days at a time to scour Fódlan for their soulmate, before returning to the girl’s side.”

Edelgard hesitated, and her voiced caught in her throat, as she approached the next part of the story. Millie noticed, and hugged her tight, which she returned with a bittersweet smile.

“But one day...everything would change. Evil people took the girl and her siblings, took them to a deep, dark place. They did horrible, painful things to the princess, and to her brothers and sisters. This lasted for a long time, for too long, and the girl despaired, for Shadow had disappeared and had yet to return. Her heart broke in the darkness, as it seemed Shadow had abandoned her.”

Millie pulled back, distressed and shook her head. “No! But Shadow loved her, right? Why would they leave when she needed them most?!”

Edelgard hushed her gently, and held her close as she calmed her daughter. “Shh, it’s all right, sweetheart. Shadow had already been gone when they took the princess away, and they spent all of that time desperately searching for her. They had planned to go, to leave Fódlan and continue the search for their soulmate. But before they could leave, they sensed the princess’ cries, they felt her call out to them.”

Once she felt the child relax in her arms, Edelgard carefully pulled away and stroked Millie’s hair. “So you see? They could have left, but when Shadow realized the princess was in pain and all alone, they rushed back to her side. In fact, Shadow had to sacrifice their chance to leave, for their power was weak in the world that they were alien to.”

Millie’s eyes widened as she gasped. “Really?! Shadow couldn’t leave after they stayed for the princess?”

Edelgard waved a finger at her. “In a way, yes. It would take many years for Shadow to regain the strength to leave again. They devoted those years to being ever closer to the princess, as she grew up to be a strong, fierce young woman. They stayed at her side from that point onward, even as the princess went to the Officer’s Academy. One day, in fact, Shadow truly revealed themself to the princess.”

Millie gasped, but looked excited. “Really?!”

Edelgard, amuses by her daughter’s excitement, smiled as she chuckled. “Yes, they did. They wrote a letter, and coaxed her to the roof, where they stood, physical and real and tall before her. They were like a man and a dragon, all at once, shining black metal skin, a bright red mane that put horses to shame, and great golden horns. But as fearsome as they looked, they were still the princess’ dear friend.”

“Shadow told her their story, of how they didn’t belong in that world, and had mistaken her for their soulmate. There was a brief argument, as the girl felt betrayed by something Shadow had revealed.”

Millie frowned, pouted even, at that. “What could Shadow have said to upset her?”

Edelgard’s eyes glazed as she remembered that moment. “Shadow had told her they were a god, a dragon god from a distant world...and the princess had never been kind to the concept of gods till then. She couldn’t imagine a god could be so nice, but furthermore, she was upset that a god had failed to save her siblings.”

Millie’s pout faded, but she frowned still. “Oh...but...but Shadow didn’t know! They didn’t know about the bad people, right? And didn’t they have problems with their power?”

Edelgard smiled, proud, as she nuzzled her forehead to Millie’s. “You are correct, my dear. But the princess didn’t understand at the time, and she was still grieivng for her siblings, and for who she’d been before the pain. But as Shadow explained, she could not stay mad at them for long. After all, they swore to help her, for they believed in her cause, in the change she wanted to bring about in the world when she would own day become...”

Edelgard paused, and watched her daughter’s eyes closely now. “...when she would be emperor.”

Millie frowned again, and pulled her head back. Edelgard merely waited, confident that her clever little girl would figure it out. And so she did, as those big eyes widened in surprise. She stared at her mother, a new look on her face now, somewhere between confusion and awe.

“Mama...it was you? Shadow was your friend?”

Edelgard nodded, proud yet again of her daughter. “Indeed I was, and Shadow truly was precious to me, and I to them. They had to leave, sadly, before the final battle when we approached Fhirdiad. They had regained the strength they needed to leave, and had also promised not to help.”

Millie almost scowled now, but it was hampered by her remaining awe at the revelation of who the princess of the story was. “They wouldn’t help you fight? Why not? Didn’t they love you?”

Edelgard smiled and stroked her still chubby cheek. “Oh they did, very much so. That is exactly why they didn’t help. Shadow knew what our cause was, mortal people standing together to free ourselves from cruel and unneeded gods. Shadow would not make our victory hollow, by being a god helping us slay another god. No, instead, Shadow and I traded promised before they left.”

“I made Shadow promise me, that should they ever need my help, to call on me. No matter where they were, no matter the world and no matter the danger. If they needed my help, to call on me, to summon me to their side. In return, they made me promise...promise that, should the worst come to pass, that I would pray to them. That I would call them to myself, before I passed, so that they could see me at the end.”

Millie pouted again, upset at her mother’s words. “But...but you’re fixed now, right? Mom said you’ll be okay, and your hair is brown again now.”

Edelgard nodded, and her eyes flicked down to the loose brunette strands that fell past her shoulders, before she smiled back at Millie. “Indeed...so, the worst will not come to pass, not for a long time yet, at least. But nature is not the worst, and Shadow need not see me as we once feared they would.”

Millie pouted still, but seemed to almost scowl. Edelgard frowned now, and tilted her head. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Did you...not care for the story?”

She shook her head, hard, her own brown hair whipped back and forth from the force of it. “I didn’t like the ending! It was happy AND sad, and I don’t want it to be sad!”

Edelgard chuckled softly, touched by Millie’s indignation in her rescuer and mother’s behalf. “It’s all right, Millie. I got you and your mother out of it, didn’t I? It’s not so bad an ending.”

Millie forced her way out of her mother’s grasp, and stood tall on the bed, arms crossed and pouting mightily. “No! I think you should get to see Shadow again! You miss them, I can tell! And I bet they miss you too! Have they asked you to help them with something, yet?”

Edelgard tentatively nodded, far less comfortable sharing that particular tale. It wasn’t a bad one to tell a child, sure, but she’d rather not have to tell Byleth as well. She doubted her wife would be pleased to hear of Edelgard being on another world entirely, helping Shadow and their allies face powers that made Rhea and TWSITD seem as nothing.

“Y-yes, Millie...they made do on their promise, and I provided them with my support. It’s still been many years now, however, since I saw them last.”

Millie stomped her foot in fury, but lost her balance on the bed. Edelgard quickly supported her, but the girl still maintained her mood.

“You should get to see Shadow again, then!”

“But Millie, they–”

“No! You miss them! You should get to see them again!”

“Millie, hush, it’s late! You’ll wake your mother!”

“El? Mill?”

The pair both looked over, suddenly sheepish as they beheld a groggy Byleth smirking at them both. Her hair was unkempt and nightwear wrinkled from sleep, but her eyes and smile were bright. She approached the bed, and picked up Mildred to settle their daughter in her lap. Byleth met Edelgard’s eyes as she raised an eyebrow.

“Told her about Shadow, I take it?”

Edelgard sighed and nodded. “Yes, and now she’s adamant that Shadow and I deserve a renunion.”

Millie, as hugged Byleth tight about the neck, grumbled into her othe mother’s shoulder. “You do!”

Byleth chuckled as she rubbed Millie’s back. “She’s right, you know.”

Millie pulled back, and both she and Edelgard stared at Byleth with wide eyes.

“She is?”

“I am?”

The simultaneous surprise just made Byleth love them both all the more, as she laughed and ruffled Millie’s hair. “Yes, you are! I had the pleasure of being confronted by Shadow, once upon a time. They approached me like an angry big brother, concerned that I would only cause Edelgard trouble. We had a moment of mutual understanding, and they gave me their approval before they disappeared back to El’s side.”

Edelgard raised an eyebrow. “Neither of you ever told me that...”

Byleth met her gaze and shrugged. “I think Shadow was embarrassed by the encounter. They were more than prepared to give me grief, but I suppose I didn’t give them much traction for that.”

Edelgard shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Of course you didn’t.”

Millie squirmed in Byleth’s arms, and looked up at her. “So...does this mean we can make Mama talk to Shadow again?”

Byleth looked up at her wife, who simply sighed and waved a dismissive hand. She smiled at the show of surrender, and hugged their little girl all the tighter.

“We’ve won, kiddo. One reunion with the great Shadow, on the horizon.”

[allylikethecat]

our timezones are NOT in alignment (booo timezones) so i ended up listening to ttpd first and THEN i read atkh!! the only thing ill say about ttpd is that but daddy i love him was a win in my books and watching the hateful swifties lose their minds over the fact that a lot of the album was ab matty was gold. ANYWAY

todays chapter omg the build up i’m so excited to see what’s next with george maybe (hopefully?) talking to matty and more tragic matty backstories!!?? i love how charli is like “u guys are so dense ofc yall would be perfect together” and omg carly being protective over matty is the best thing ever i just need to wrap him up in a blanket forever

-🥤

Hello My Dear Smoothie Anon!

Timezones really are the worst! Mixed with me not getting it together and posting the chapter during my lunch break like I said I wasn't going to do lol But alas I couldn't sleep last night and woke up late and was rushing to get to work a lot more than anticipated lol

I had a lot of very complicated feelings about the album - but you're right, I'm glad that But Daddy I Love Him was at least a middle finger to the "fans" who were so awful about Matty last year. In terms of the rest of the album, I hope he's actually doing alright like that US Weekly article said. That was like... the perfect PR move and I'm so glad that someone on his side got it together enough to make it happen.

Now on to ACTUAL important things (at least in my delusional world lol) Thank you SO MUCH for reading omg I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the new All the King's Horses chapter!! I love Fictional!Charli so much and was like I must find a way for her to be there again lol She just wants Fictional!George to be happy and she is fully convinced getting together with Fictional!Matty would make them BOTH very happy! Fictional!Carly is also very much looking out for Fictional!Matty- they grew up together, she knows what he went through with his mother when they were kids- and she knows a lot more about that situation with the jockey than she's sharing... Fictional!Matty keeps everyone at arms length, even her, and if fictional!George gets past those defenses she will NOT be letting him hurt Fictional!Matty.

Thank you so much for reading and for sending me this ask and just like being all around lovely? I love chatting with you here in the inbox! I hope your Friday was lovely and that you have a great weekend!

❤️Ally

[zamoimagines]

requested by: no one i’m just a dumb bitch and wanted to write this lol enjoy, this is the first thing I’ve written in a while so forgive me if it’s rusty, also song used in this oneshot is Bad Luck by Neko Case

Word Count: 1,819

Ally left early this morning to take Oz to school and to go work on her current campaign. You’d been dating the senator for nearly a year now. You never thought you’d fall in love so fast, but both of you were closer than ever. You knew almost everything about her. She knew most things about you too, but there were some secrets that you weren’t sure about sharing with her yet. Like the fact that you were a witch. 

You’d studied at the academy before you moved to Ally’s town. After graduating, the council sent you out to this part of the country to keep an eye on things. Sort of like an undercover spy. Your job was to warn them of any supernatural problems, and so far, this town was clean. It got boring lurking around by yourself. It didn’t help that you weren’t allowed to use any magic around others. That was when Ally came along. 

Life had become a little less dull since you met her. You vowed to never tell Ally about your secret, for you knew that she was already skeptical about the witch community.

On days like this where no one was home, you happily used your powers. As you made your way down to the kitchen, you flicked your hand in the direction of the speaker that was on the counter. In an instant, it began to play an upbeat Neko Case song. You grinned to yourself. You snapped your fingers at the coffee pot. Coffee began to brew as you waved a cup to sit underneath the nozzle. Humming along to the song, you closed your eyes gently and exhaled. A flame appeared upon the gas stove in front of you. Laughing a little, you turned around to get eggs from the fridge. Still got it, you thought. 

“Woke a dog from a running dream, and that’s bad luck,

Ate a black fly in the cream, and that’s bad luck...” you sang aloud. 

Taking out the carton, you opened it gently. Two eggs hovered over to the pan on the stove and cracked by themselves. With a look, the shells were thrown into the trash can. 

The eggs began to cook as you closed the fridge. You took your coffee cup into your hands and poured cream and sugar inside. You continued to sing as circled your finger above your cup to stir everything together. 

“So I died and went to work,

It’s not as bad as I thought it would be, 

But it’s still pretty bad luck-”

All of a sudden, you heard a loud thud. You glanced up. In the entryway of the kitchen was Ally. She’d dropped a grocery sack on the floor. Her eyes were wide, her mouth dropped open. You frantically scurried to turn off the radio and tried to find a spatula. 

“Oh, uh, hi honey! I thought you were out for the day.” you laughed nervously. 

“Well, I was going to, but my meeting got canceled,” she replied. “What... What in the hell just happened in my kitchen?”

You paused for a moment. You weren’t entirely sure how much she’d seen, so you tried to play it off as if you were completely unaware of what was going on. 

“What do you mean, baby?”

“I mean you- the stereo turned on by itself! Which, okay, maybe that’s Bluetooth or something, but no... You came in here to start waving your hands and the coffee started on its own, eggs started flying through the air- hell, you started a fire by just looking at the stove!” she exclaimed. Ally took a step toward you, looking a little horrified.

“What was all that? Are you trying to prank me or something, because that shit isn’t funny.”

“Ally, no, that’s not what I was trying to do-”

“I’m going crazy! Again! I thought I was over this.”

“Ally, please, just listen to me!”

“I can’t have this happen, not now-”

“Ally!” you shouted over her. “I’m a witch!”

There was a slight pause from her. 

“You’re joking, right?” she scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes before replying, “Of course not. Why would I lie about something like that?”

She took a seat at the dining table and held her head in her hands. “You know all that stuff is bullshit. What’s that bitch’s name... Cornelia? Caroline? Whoever runs that stupid academy in Lousiana. It’s not real, Y/N, none of that shit is real.”

“Her name is Cordelia Goode and I don’t think you should speak so ill of the Supreme of my coven,” you growled. Ally went silent, a little dumbfounded. 

“You’re crazy, you know that?” 

“Ally, I went to the Robichaux Academy. I was taught under Cordelia, hell, I graduated last year!”

Your girlfriend stared back at you blankly. “So, you were taught by a cult and think you have magic powers or something?” She shook her head. “Y/N, we need to get you into a therapist or something.” 

“I’m not lying to you!”

“Then show me proof!” she yelled. As if catching you cooking breakfast wasn’t enough proof for her. 

“Fine, give me your hand.”

“What?”

“I said, give me your hand.”

Reluctantly, she held one of her hands open to you. She didn’t dare to blink in case if she missed something. Perhaps you were just trying to mess with her mind, and she had to make sure that you weren’t feeding her horse shit. 

You didn’t touch her hand, but instead, stepped back. Waving your hand once again, Ally’s favorite coffee cup began to levitate above the counter. Her eyes widened in disbelief. You flicked your finger and the cup slowly floated over to the coffee maker. Dark liquid began to fill the mug then made its way over to where Ally was sitting. You folded your arms in front of your chest.

“Cream and sugar?”

All the politician could do was stare down at her drink. 

“Uh... No thank you,” she muttered. You leaned on the edge of the counter. 

“Well? Is that enough proof for you?” 

“I... I...” Ally couldn’t find words whatsoever. “I’m dating an actual witch?”

You nodded, a little annoyed. She remained silent as she gazed at you in awe.

“I’m dating a witch!” she exclaimed. You couldn’t tell if the look on her face was from excitement, from horror, or maybe a bit of both. Ever since the start of your relationship with Ally, you’d done your best to hide your magic because you weren’t sure how she would react. You had a terrible feeling that this was the end of the road for you two. 

“I mean... Yeah.” You replied. You weren’t entirely sure of what else to say.

Ally couldn’t even drink her coffee. She just stared into space in utter disbelief. Both of her hands covered her mouth as she didn’t dare to look at you. Your heart sank. 

“Look... I’ll get my things packed up. I’ll be gone by the end of this afternoon. I-” you had to pause as tears welled up in your eyes, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I didn’t want to scare you, because I love you and Oz so much and... Oh, I don’t know. I’m sorry Ally.” Teardrops hit the tile of the kitchen floor. You wiped your eyes with your fingers and bit your lower lip. As you walked past where Ally was sitting, you tried hard to keep more tears from escaping while you attempted to make a swift exit. Perhaps Cordelia would let you stay back at the academy for a while. Or maybe you could move to a new town. You weren’t entirely sure what you were going to do, but you knew that you weren’t welcomed here anymore.

“Wait, Y/N,” Ally called out. 

You glanced up in her direction. 

“You understand that this a lot for me to take in right now, right?” 

You managed to nod at her. 

“But do you also understand that... the fact that you’re actually a witch? Y-You know that is absolutely badass!” 

You stood there a little dumbfounded. 

“You mean.. You mean you don’t have a problem with it?”

“No! Why would I?” Ally laughed before standing up from her chair. “I was definitely a skeptic before, but... but this is incredible, babe!”

Her arms wrapped around you as she pulled you close to her body. You felt a little paralyzed. Here you thought that Ally would want nothing to do with you after this. That wasn’t the case at all.

Your frown quickly turned into a flustered grin. “So, you’re not leaving me?”

Ally scoffed. “Are you kidding? When am I ever going to date a real-life witch!”

“I hope that’s not the only reason you’re deciding to stay with me.” you joked.

“No, no, no! But I gotta say... it is a plus.”

You both laughed together as the politician hugged you tight. She pressed a small kiss to your forehead. It felt amazing to be held by her, and you realized that you never wanted to be held by anyone else. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry I freaked out. I’m stubborn, but I don’t care what you are. I’m always going to love you because you’re the woman I fell in love with. I can’t imagine my life without you. Hell, I’d still love you even if you were a zombie!” she explained.

“You’re pushing it.” you giggled. “But I’m glad you feel that way. I love you so much, Ally.” 

“I love you too, my witchy woman,” she replied with a wide smile. You rolled your eyes. You were never going to hear the end of this. The two of you stayed standing for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being embraced by each other. 

“So... Sex is going to be much more interesting, hm?” Ally said. 

“Ally!” you exclaimed as your cheeks turned bright red. 

The brunette shrugged as she chuckled at your reaction. “Just saying. Also, Oz is going to lose his mind when he finds out. He’ll think you’re way cooler than I am.” 

“That’s because I am.”

“I can still kick you out, you know.” 

You playfully hit her arm as you pulled away. Making your way back to the kitchen stove, you put your eggs on a plate and grabbed some silverware. 

“Do you want breakfast?” you asked.

“Only if you make it the way you were doing it.” Ally replied. You smirked to her. You flicked your wrist once again and a new song started up on the radio. As you cooked and used your magic, Ally just watched happily while she sipped on her coffee. This was the life you had been dreaming of; being able to finally be yourself in front of the person you loved the most. You had to admit, it felt better than you could’ve ever imagined. 

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Time For Such A Thing

A/N: I am practically asleep as I type this lmao. This is for day 3 of @fuckyeahdwightcaroline’s Carolight week, and for @dodgersrecruit who requested some George and Dwight content, I hope this is what you meant 💞 Also this is fluffy af and contains every main character lol. Enjoy friends xo

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The warm sun rays stretched their long fingers onto the step of the church entrance, where the Enyses attempted to hide from the summer’s day in the shade.

Dwight anxiously checked his pocket watch and squinted his eyes at the gate and towards the horizon.

His wife, Caroline, noticed both actions and chuckled quietly beside him. “This is precisely why we told everyone it starts at eleven o’clock, when, in truth, it starts at quarter-past,” she said pointedly, having expected all of her dearest friends to be a little late, as usual. Caroline fixed Sophie’s crisp, white christening gown and held her little form against her chest, swaying them both slightly.

“We are not late, are we?” A voice asked, fearing impertinence.

The Enyses stepped out of the shade slightly to be greeted by the sight of Sir George Warleggan and his two children, who came from the right side of the church, presumably having just visited Elizabeth Warleggan’s grave.

“George,” Caroline greeted politely, somewhat surprised he had come despite having indeed been invited, “Welcome. No, you are not late.”

George nodded politely and faintly smiled at Dwight and Caroline. Valentine smiled brightly at the adults - having become acquainted with them both at Nampara - and Ursula clung to her father’s hand and bobbed a shy curtsy.

“How are you all?” Dwight asked conversationally, smiling at all three Warleggans.

George’s shoulders seemed to relax slightly. “Well, I thank you,” he replied. “And you?”

Dwight put his arm around his wife and smiled softly at his newborn. “We all are well, thank you.”

“I wonder, might I have a word with you - in private?” George suddenly asked Dr Enys.

The doctor nodded and then glanced at his wife, who nodded an assurance that she and Sophie would be fine alone for a few minutes.

“Valentine, Ursula, why do you not keep Mrs - and Miss - Enys company?” he encouraged, gently pushing them forwards. The children nodded obediently and ambled over to where Caroline stood, where Valentine immediately began to inquire about Caroline’s horses.

Dwight and George turned the corner of the church; over George’s shoulder Elizabeth Warleggan’s grave stood out due to the colourful selection of flowers that lay by it as well as its natural grandness. “What is it you wished to speak about?” Dr Enys asked. “Are you ill?” His blue eyes and his tone were cautious and - George noted - concerned.

Sir George paused for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. “No, not ill...,” he said, struggling with articulating the words. “I- I have never thanked you... for your- assistance these past few years,” George stated, uncomfortable with the debt he owed the man in front of him; George loathed to owe anyone anything.

“It is thanks enough that you are well and your children reap the full benefit of such a thing,” said Dwight, meaning every word.

“Still,” George said, “I thank you all the same.”

Dwight nodded politely in acceptance, feeling surprised and quite touched that he had received such a thanks, perhaps George had truly changed after all. “Your other friend shall be here soon,” Dwight quipped.

A confused frown formed on George’s face. Other? Friend? Other friend? So, Dwight Enys considered him a friend; he wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or to think it an impertinence. For today, at least, he would choose to feel pleased. “Friend?”

A taunting smile tugged at the corner’s of Dwight’s mouth. “I refer to Ross, naturally.”

The very idea was dismissed with the wave of a hand. “Friends, allies, we shall never be,” George scoffed. His mouth then twitched slightly. “But one’s day is far less taxing for not constantly plotting the downfall of Ross Poldark.”

Dwight bubbled with laughter. “There are no doubt other forces at work in your place,” the doctor said, slightly sobering at the probable truth of the statement.

“No doubt it is deserved.”

Dwight could not really argue to the contrary, even if his deep internal loyalty to Ross nagged him to do so. “At any rate, please try not to kill each other. It would somewhat dampen my daughter’s christening.”

A snicker exhaled through George’s nose. “I promise to do my best, I cannot speak for Ross though, I suspect he shall consider my presence an affront to his family.”

“Was that all?” Dr Enys then asked, his tone professional as he ignored the momentary return to old ways. “Shall we rejoin the others?”

George struggled slightly, finding the matter awkward in more ways than one. “I- hm-,” he began, “it- it appears your wife possesses some knowledge about my past... that could potentially pose some difficulties... were such information to become- public knowledge.”

Dwight knew exactly to what Sir George referred, Caroline had informed him of the situation a while ago and apologised for its cruel necessity. “I assure you such information will never be public knowledge. It was a precaution, for Caroline, she never intended to ruin you. It matters a great deal to me than you be aware it was not I who shared such information. I was careless in that I had left some correspondence on my desk, but I did not intend for it to be seen by another living soul,” Dr Enys promised.

George accepted this with still the slightest sliver of unease. Begrudgingly, he politely nodded, settling the matter. “Shall we rejoin the others?” he asked, moving to lead the way once Dwight had nodded in agreement.

“Papa, it’s too hot,” Ursula complained with a pretty pout as soon as her father was close enough to hear.

“Well, then, let us wait inside,” said George, taking her hand; he bowed his head politely at Dwight and Caroline before he left.

“What was all that about?” Caroline asked her husband, her curious eyes following the Warleggans as they entered the church.

Dr Enys looked at his wife with a barely contained smirk; bless her, she could hardly bear to not know everything about everybody. It was a relief that she had remained, in some ways, so unchanged from the woman he first fell in love with all those years ago. “My love, you know I cannot discuss my patients.”

With an bored eyeroll, Caroline turned her attention to her infant, whom she loved very much, which she did a very poor job of disguising, though she did try valiantly when in company.

Dwight smiled softly at them both. Sophie was but a week old, and already he noticed how much more open Caroline was in her affections, as if she thought her jests last time had been what had went against them, had went against Sarah. Their eldest daughter, who died almost 4 years ago now, slept in eternal peace just out of their line of sight from where they stood now; but they had already visited her and informed her of today’s events, and laid some carefully selected flowers. Dwight and Caroline were both secretly proud of one another for not crying, and instead focusing on the positives that today would bring - for today was not a day to be sad.

As Dwight now watched his wife gently hum a traditional Cornish lullaby to Sophie - who began to coo as sleep beckoned her - he wondered how it was possible to be so in love with two different people. Just then, he heard some children arguing in the distance and glanced straight forward to see a bickering Jeremy and Clowance Poldark.

“Good morning, you two,” Dwight greeted as his chosen niece and nephew approached him, his expression highly amused.

The greeting silenced both Poldark children and their quarrel. “Morning, Uncle Dwight,” Jeremy mumbled, his voice beginning to crack and deepen with age. “Hello, Aunt Caroline. Hi, Sophie.” And with that, Jeremy brushed by them and entered the church. Clowance crossed her arms across her chest and said absolutely nothing, her face decidedly stormy; she was most definitely her father’s daughter.

“We did not even have time to warn him Sir George is inside; I’ve never seen Jeremy eager to enter a church before,” Caroline commented to her husband, mirthfulness in her eyes.

“Ugh, nor I!” Demelza moaned as she approached her best friends, baby Bella sat comfortably on her hip. “These two,” she continued, pointing between Clowance and the church which now sheltered Jeremy, “have been at it all morning! And Bella has been up all through the night screamin’ bloody murder about somethin’ that ails her and I cannot rightly think what it is, I wish she could talk already so she could tell me. Oh, Caroline, Dwight, I’m that weary,” she despaired, on the verge of tears, her ginger brows creased about her shining blue eyes.

A quick glance passed between Dwight and Caroline, and Dwight immediately took Bella from Demelza so that Caroline could console their stressed friend.

“Hello, Ella,” Dwight murmured, taking the infant’s hand and waving it gently. Everyone doted on Isabella-Rose Poldark, who had a varied range of nicknames, which only served to demonstrate how loved she was and how welcome her presence into the Poldark family had been after years of turmoil and uncertainty; it somehow had marked a new beginning for them all.

Demelza cried softly against Caroline’s free shoulder, the other one of which was occupied by a sleeping Sophie. Caroline awkwardly tapped Demelza’s back and lamented that did not have enough hands to sufficiently deal with this situation.

“It’s only teething, dearest Demelza,” Dwight informed his friend after noticing Bella’s tender gums, hoping this information would be of some comfort to her.

“Oh, thank God,” she whimpered, images of Julia’s last night with her had been playing in loop in her mind for the last fourteen hours; Demelza’s face remained pressed against Caroline’s shoulder, which was now growing damp.

Frowning in displeasure at Demelza’s distress, Dwight let out a sigh. “Clowance, my love,” he beckoned. The nine-year-old turned to look at her unofficial uncle. “Take your sister,” he ordered, placing Bella into her arms, his tone serious and authoritative, “and go make peace with your brother this instant. Look at what you two have done to your poor Mama.” He motioned to the sniffling grown woman who rested against his wife’s shoulder, almost too exhausted to stand independently.

Clowance nodded miserably and trudged into the church. “Sorry Mama,” she mumbled on her way inside. Clowance did not like making her mama or uncle Dwight upset as they so rarely got upset with anyone. She hoped Jeremy would accept her apology so Mama would smile again.

Caroline eyed her husband out of the corner of her eye and wet her lips; she loved it when he was authoritative. Just as she was about to make an inappropriate comment, Ross Poldark came jogging through the church gates, holding up a hand in apology.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m late,” he apologised breathlessly as he caught up with them. “My meeting with Pascoe ran over.” He then noticed his wife pressed against one of his best friend’s shoulder. He frowned in concern and pointed at her. “What’s this?” He placed his hand gently on his wife’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, Ross. I’m just a thought overtired, that’s all,” Demelza sniffed, enjoying her short respite against Caroline’s shoulder from the chaos of her three, displeased children.

With a slight frown, Ross placed a kiss in her fiery hair and soothingly rubbed her back before turning his attention to his dearest friend. “Dwight Enys,” Ross chirped, extending his hand. “It’s a proud day.”

Dwight took Ross’s hand. “That it is, my friend,” he said, beaming at his dark-haired friend and quickly stealing a glance at his sleeping daughter.

Nobody knew why Ross and Dwight bothered to shake hands - their hands always ended up crushed between their chests as they pulled each other into a tight, friendly hug. Today was no exception.

“Ross,” Caroline said, her tone teasing and yet serious, “stop flirting with my husband and look after your wife.”

The corners of Ross’s mouth twitched and he approached Demelza, pulling her into an embrace. “Yes, Mrs Enys,” he said, saluting her as though she were a corporal.

Caroline swatted him with her free hand for his sarcasm; Ross caught her hand and kissed it fondly.

“Whoa, whoa, what be happen’ here, eh?” Drake called as he, Morwenna and their daughter Loveday walked up the stone path. Everyone crooned as Loveday independently strutted down the path on her chubby legs all.

Ross laughed at how dramatic the whole situation must look to onlookers. “Do not trouble yourself, Drake. Your sister is just tired, and Mrs Enys is irritable.” This earned him another smack from Caroline. Everyone laughed.

“Morwenna,” Dwight greeted her, placing a tender, friendly kiss on her hand, she smiled brightly at her oldest ally. “And hello, Loveday, look at you!” he chirped as he lifted Loveday from the ground and blowing a raspberry against her cheek. She squealed and grabbed a handful of Dwight’s lip in thanks, she loved Dr Enys, as did all babies.

“Hello, Caroline, ee be lookin’ well,” Drake complimented his friend as she stood, tall and radiant in her lavender gown, her newborn asleep peacefully against her chest.

Caroline leaned forward and placed a fond kiss on Drake’s cheek. If she would have thought fifteen years ago that one of her closest friends would ever be a blacksmith, she’d have laughed herself half to death; but she and Drake had a special rapport between them, which had surprised everyone, themselves included. “Dear Drake,” Caroline murmured in thanks. “Have you had a chance to make that fire guard I ordered?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he joked with a head bow; Caroline giggled. “It be ready and waitin’ for ye in the shop.”

“And you and Morwenna received the thirty pounds I sent you, yes?”

Drake blushed and ducked his head. “Yes, but ‘twas not necessary, truly I’d have-”

“I know you would have made it for nothing,” Caroline said with a laugh. “That’s precisely why I paid you in advance! Morwenna, please tell your husband that Dwight and I are certainly not among his charity cases, and ensure he accepts enough money to feed you all!”

Morwenna bubbled with laughter, the musical sound filling the air. “Why must our husband’s be so stubborn about money?” Morwenna wondered, glancing at Dr Enys, who still more often than not refused to accept money from the poor.

“My dear, they are stubborn about everything,” Caroline replied seriously, side-eyeing Dwight, who grinned unapologetically at his wife. “Now that we’re all here,” Caroline announced. “Shall we begin the service?”

“But Sam and Rosina’s be not here yet,” Drake pointed out, narrowing his gaze at the gate as though it would cause his brother to appear out of thin air.

“And where is reverend Odgers?” Demelza wondered, her head resting against Ross’ shoulder.

Dwight and Caroline exchanged a sly glance. “Sam is already inside,” Dwight announced. “We asked him to perform the christening.”

Everyone smiled widely at the news and made their way inside to celebrate their universal happiness that the birth of Sophie Enys had brought; she could never know how loved she was by them all.

One day, she (along with all of the children) would recognise what a blessing it was to be born into such a large, loving family - made only more loving by the fact that they had all actively decided to be one. But for now, Sophie Enys’ thoughts focused solely on her godmother’s pretty red hair, the nice lullabies her Mama sang to her and her father’s pair of blue eyes that looked upon her as though she had hung the stars in the sky.

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640-642: "Explore! Fairies' Island - Green Bit!", "The Unknown World! The Tontatta Kingdom!" and "The Stratagem of the Century! Doflamingo Makes His Move!"

Doflamingo using Fake News before it was cool.

Watched three episodes to make up for not posting on Saturday. Damn, am I glad I watched up to 642. The reveal of the Tontatta people and what Violet was up to *did* move the plot along. But Doflamingo is the centre of trouble and strife. When he shows up, you know it’s about to get real.

And boy, Doflamingo really is a proper joker, isn’t he? Just loves to play little tricks on people. Little tricks like taking control of the press and releasing fake news just so you can murder another pirate.

Such a prankster!

Zoro Ages 40 Years Through Confusion and Stress

Before I get to the Main Event, gotta update on Franky and Sol, plus Zoro and his new pal Wicka!

In Zoro’s storyline, the action kicked in with him dashing about Acacia Port Town, seemingly yelling and muttering to himself. A small child was scared. His mother advised him to not look Zoro in the eye.

Meanwhile, somewhere about Zoro’s person, a small voice ordered, “Get to Flower Field already!”

Ah, thought I. Zoro has teamed up with the thieving little fairy from earlier.

Sure enough, a flashback confirmed it, along with another tasty nugget of news that tied Zoro’s story neatly into the main plot.

After the sack of stolen stuff whacked Zoro on the head, Zoro spotted the little thief. The game was up. Tiny thief introduced himself as Wicka. He belonged to the Tontatta Tribe’s scouting unit and he was freaking out about Zoro - a Big Human - having seen him. Of course, Wicka couldn’t share any information - apart the fact he was supposed to report to his chief that the Donquixote Family were about to destroy the Strawhat Pirates’ ship.

Obviously, Zoro was interested in this development. He was about to haul ass back to Sunny but, alas, his faulty GPS kicked in. (He is the only one who hasn’t left Acacia Port yet, lmao). As Wicka had broken his ankle in the fall, he offered to guide Zoro back to shore in exchange for a ride to a place called Flower Field.

Turns out the Tontatta People have a conflict with the Donquixote Family too, though Wicka wouldn’t spill the details. (I’m still thinking a lot of them are being forced to work in the Smile factory.)

As for Franky and Sol, they are heading the same way, funnily enough. (Maybe Flower Field is the headquarters for the Resistance.) On the way, Rebecca spotted them from a Colosseum window. She shouted after Sol, who acted pretty weird about the whole thing. Pretty much was like, “Oh, so you entered the competition even though I told you not to. Okay.”

There is obviously a crap ton of history between these two because Rebecca cried and shouted back, “I’ll win so we can live together!”

Sol was all surly about it. “A warrior who cries will not easily win,” and rode away on Franky. Then, when he was safely out of earshot, he told Franky how he had something he wanted to protect and that he could not shed tears from his tin eyes.

Gotta say, I’m getting weird vibes from this relationship.

Ceci N’Est Pas Une Punch

As for Luffy Lucy, the Block C battle is officially underway! I was super hyped to see this fight but the action kept cutting away from it. Now the Feathered One has flapped onto the stage, he’s hogged the spotlight and some of the hype has worn off.

Still, that whole sequence of Luffy winding up Gomu Gomu stretchy punches and declaring, “That was a normal punch. Oh, that one? That was a normal kick. A completely normal kick.” Even after several fellow competitors observed, “Hey, that guy’s arm stretched. Isn’t that exactly like that Strawhat Luffy guy’s power?”

No.

No it wasn’t.

It was just a normal, run of the mill stretchy punch. 

Do not listen to Cavendish who is being manhandled from the area shrieking “I’LL KILL YOU, STRAWHAT!” at the top of his lungs. Do not listen to Don Chinjao, who is stomping about, growling about murdering Garp’s grandson every five seconds.

All trickery and lies.

And speaking of...

You Just Lost the Circle Game

Ah, I am so glad Sanji’s little subplot has merged into the main plot. It had begun to border on unwatchable. I breathed a sigh of relief when Violet turned the tables last episode. I thought she might even be a CP0 member in disguise, seeking to shackle Sanji and trade him for Luffy.

Nope.

It’s less complicated than that.

It turned out Violet was an assassin hired by Doflamingo to prey on Sanji’s weakness for women. The chuckling thugs surrounding her laughed it up. This guy is worth 70 million and he was fooled by Violet’s act? What a dumbass.

She shit-talked Sanji for about five seconds. “Did you really think a guy like you could win my heart? How funny!”

This was before she unveiled her Glare Glare fruit power which allows her to see into people’s minds (legit amazingly useful power, to be fair). She asked Sanji some Important Questions. Why had Strawhat and Trafalgar Law become allies? What brought them to Dressrosa besides the business at Green Bit? What was their ultimate plan? What were they up to?

But inside Sanji’s mind, all she saw was PINK PINK PINK. Which, I am guessing, means Sanji’s head was filled with nothing else but thoughts of LADIEZ. (Bit of a disservice to Sanji, but okay.)

Understandably, Violet was freaked out. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking of you,” Sanji answered. “The way you looked at me in that moment, I knew you were telling me the truth when you asked me to kill someone for you. I believe in women’s tears!”

I blinked and reached for my sick bucket.

Amazingly, Sanji’s charm worked on Violet. Not only did she turn on the hired thugs, she also ran away with Sanji and let him peer into her mind to discover the trap Doflamingo had laid for Trafalgar Law.

Very generous. Sanji, I take it all back. You are a smooth operator, after all.

Little People: The Only Thing That Has Legit Scared Robin Since Enies Lobby

Back at Green Bit, Usopp was having flashbacks to Bowin Island and Caesar was shrieking for Doflamingo. Law basically told him to hold his horses because they had a bit of walking to do first. Caesar would be handed over at 3pm at a further distant point of beach.

Then Usopp’s keen sharpshooter’s eye spotted an ominous object. A Marine ship grounded on the bay, snarled in a plant’s grip. Robin concluded the cuts that freed the ship from the plant were fresh and that the ship hadn’t sustained much damage. 

Ruh roh. That meant the Marines were on Green Bit.

Caesar freaked out. He was a wanted man with a sky-high bounty and a list of crimes that would make Magellan’s hair curl. Now Doflamingo had resigned from the Shichibukai, there was no law protecting Caesar anymore. If he was left on Green Bit, cuffed and defenceless, they’d arrest him! “THIS IS HELL!” he wailed. “I’M DOOMED!”

While Usopp hissed at Caesar to stfu, Robin side-eyed Law. “Why are the Marines here? You look like you’re hiding something, Law?”

Law claimed it was a coincidence. How could he control the Marines? (Though the flashback to his chat with Smoker when he admitted he was headed for Green Bit says otherwise. Not control. More a subtle manipulation.) Still not sure how much of the Marine presence here is Law’s or Doflamingo’s doing. I’m thinking Doflamingo’s to be honest. Maybe Law expected Smoker and found Fujitora instead? More on that later, though.

At any rate, Law set up a recon plan. Robin and Usopp would scout the area, searching for Marines. He would walk to the handover point with Caesar.

Robin and Usopp saw some shit in that forest, let me tell you.

A gang of fodder Marines fell victim to some of Wicka’s fellow tribespeople. A spokesperson called Leo demanded to know if the Marines were good or bad people. 

“We are Marine soldiers! We protect people!”

But when they would not hand over their weapons, the Tontatta fighters stripped the Marines almost butt-naked (they left the underpants for their cousins, the Underpants Gnomes).

A similar thing happened to Robin. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a small, shadowy figure retreating with stolen clobber in hand. She set a mille fleurs and caught a very angry little dude. She did try to ask him if they had robbed the Marines, but the Angry Little Dude’s friends returned with anaesthetic slingshot ammo.

The next thing, there are a few shots of shadowy stitches and Robin stirs awake to find lots of Tontatta people slithering about under her clothes (kinda creepy) and going through her stuff. Notebook, candy, den den mushi. Oh yeah, and her body was stitched to the ground by Leo.

Luckily, Robin is the kind of person who can stay calm in trying situations. She kept her cool and asked questions. Where was she? Was Usopp okay? Had they grown all the massive plants on the island?

The answers were that she was in the Tontatta Kingdom, they had captured Usopp and he was fine and, yes, the plants were their doing and there is no plant they cannot grow. 

Robin figured she could easily escape with her DF power but that she had to be careful not to cause a stir. When they asked her why she had kidnapped one of their own people, Robin answered she had caught him out curiosity. That was it. She hadn’t meant any harm and she would never tell anyone she had seen them.

“LOL, OKAY,” Leo said. “YOU CAN GO. HERE ARE ALL YOUR BELONGINGS EXCEPT THE DDM WHICH WE RELEASED INTO THE WILD.”

That was funny. 

It was all going well, until Robin discovered she only had two minutes to meet with Law at the handover point. She made to leave but the Tontatta people were like, “NO. NO ONE LEAVES. GIVE US YOUR WEAPON.” (What is it with them and weapons? Are they planning to go to war with the Donquixote family? They’ll get their tiny asses handed to them.)

They were about to strip Robin, but another Tontatta random ran up, saying not to harm Robin. That she was the partner of the Legendary Hero! The Big Human who had come to save them all!

Yes, I thought! The Legendary Hero? There’s only one person that could be. Usopp’s bullshitting skills have come through!

Law Falls for Doflamingo’s Fake News

For that reason, Robin and Usopp didn’t make the the handover on time.

Well, Robin did.

Sort of. The usefulness of her Devil Fruit power has climbed a few notches. Remember she showed she could clone herself in Fishman Island? Turns out she can do this long-distance too. Even though she is underground with the Tontatta people, she was still able to send a message to Law.

Unfortunately, Robin’s clone arrived just as Sanji’s Bad News did.

While Law and Caesar were standing on shore like they were waiting for Godot, Law’s DDM rang. It was Sanji with the best damned plot twist.

“You’ve gotta get out of there! Doflamingo didn’t resign from the Shichibukai. Even if you hand over Caesar to him, there is no trade!”

Law was shook. “Wait, that doesn’t make sense--”

“We’ve been doublecrossed!” Sanji shouted. And told Law everything Violet had shown him. The flashbacks revealed something very interesting. The crowd below Doflamingo’s rooms, begging him not to abdicate, were assuaged when CP0 turned up and told them the newspaper reports were “a mistake. Just a false report. We will let the world know through an extra edition of the Coo News at 3pm. You mustn’t tell anyone until then.”

3pm, eh? Convenient timing on Doflamingo’s part. Now the residents of Dressrosa being awfully calm for a nation whose king has just abdicated makes a ton of sense.

But the news came too late for Law. Out of the trees, Admiral Fujitora marched with his men. Fujitora did not seem pleased to have been fooled by the false report. The jury is out on how much Akainu really knows, but he is going to talk with the Gorosei at Mariejois (that’ll be an interesting conversation). Right now, Fujitora is still following orders to be there at the handover point.

Law realised he was screwed.

“You’re the new Admiral, aren’t you?” he said.

Then Doflamingo flapped down.

In his shrieking enthusiasm, Caesar almost ruptured something internal. “JOKERRRRRRRRRRR!”

But Doflamingo only had eyes for Law. (Murder eyes. I cannot stress the murder part enough.)

“Hey, Law. Well done! I didn’t expect to see a Marine Admiral here. Since I’m no longer  Warlord, I’m scared as hell.”

Now I think about it... maybe Law had deliberately led the Marines to Green Bit under the mistaken assumption Doflamingo really had resigned. If everything had gone as Law had planned, the Marines would have rocked up, arrested Doflamingo and Caesar and Kaidou’s supply of Smiles would have dried up.

But it didn’t work out like that.

“Liar!” Law growled. “Answer me, Doflamingo! You used the authority of the World Government to fool the whole world only to deceive ten people? How?”

“Often the more spectacular the magic, the simpler the trick,” Doflamingo replied, giving nothing away damn it.  “People usually have a stereotypical idea or assumption like, ‘that’s ridiculous!’ and that’s what causes a blind spot.”

He was clearly referring to Law here. Law had assumed there was no way Doflamingo had the power to pull such a massive, world-scale trick. I mean, CP0 have been drafted in here. They report directly to the World Government. Doflamingo has some hefty connections. There is no denying it at this point.

“Nobody can really do such a thing, even if he hatched some scheme. You’re a pirate!” Law seethed. “Even if you’re a Shichibukai and a king you don’t have the power to spread a lie over the world! The only people who have the power to do such a ridiculous thing are the Celestial Dragons--”

Law’s words caught in this throat. He remembered what Vergo had said to him at Punk Hazard: “You don’t know Joker’s past and that will cost you your life.”

My jaw dropped. SURELY NOT??? Was Doflamingo a Celestial Dragon?

Even Law thought the same as me. “Don’t tell me you’re--”

Doflamingo, cagey as always, said only, “It’s a bit more complicated that that. But I have only one purpose here, Law. I just want to kill you.”

Dem veins, man.

Vein’s a-poppin’

I hope Law has some tricks up his sleeve because he is caught between an Admiral and Doflamingo. It ain’t looking good for him right now.

Should’ve checked Snopes, Law. Verifying fake news is super important, man.

Pan’s Labyrinth? Is that you?

[thevikingsheaux]

Eat Your Heart Out

A/N: So I got a little carried away but I hope y’all love it! I will probably do 1 more part. I have like a million series going right now so I’m trying to tone it down but this is too good to write as just one post!

Pairing: Ivar x an ofc named Ástríðr (her name is pronounced Astrid, like the one from the show)

Warning: Pretty graphic if you can’t tell by the first gif...

Ivar sat on a chair covered with plush animal pelts and knitted blankets, flanked by his brothers. The circular building, situated in the forest near Kattegat, was filled with people who were fascinated by the ceremony to come. Ástríðr (Astrid) and her people had come to the Ragnarsssons to request an alliance. Like any potential ally, she was required to consume an entire raw stallion’s heart, to prove her strength and tenacity.

Only one other, by the name of Harald Finehair, had managed the task, so the brothers thought that Ástríðr would quickly fold. Harald was sitting on the opposite side of the building from the Ragnarssons and in shadows. He didn’t want any attention on himself as he watched to see if he would no longer be their sole ally.

Some others who had requested an alliance did not even attempt the challenge. They left, disgusted. If they left without trying, Ivar always had them hunted down and killed so they wouldn’t become an enemy in the future. His brothers didn’t agree with that tactic, but Ivar was in charge so they couldn’t do anything about it.

Ástríðr arrived almost a week ago with a fleet of three dozen ships and over two thousand men. She had heard about the Ragnarssons’ plans to go raiding farther than any Viking ever had before and she wanted in. She knew that Harald Finehair was already partnered with them so she figured if she brought more ships and men than he had, the Ragnarssons would probably accept her offer.

Since her fleet was so large she had to send a single ship ahead to tell them the reason for their visit. Ástríðr didn’t want them thinking she was there to attack Kattegat.

The Ragnarssons were impressed by the size of her fleet and army and agreed to meet with her. They were interested to see what type of woman could command such a force.

She knew of the challenge she would have to endure to become their ally. Ivar the Boneless, the most fearsome of the brothers, was notoriously cruel to everyone. Word of his requirement for potential allies to eat a whole horse’s heart had spread like wildfire all over Scandinavia after the first time someone attempted it.

Ástríðr stood on a raised, circular platform that was in the center of the building. She was surrounded by some of her men and a lot of the important people of Kattegat.

A Seeress stood nearby, presiding over the animalistic ritual. She was tasked with assessing the strength of the person as they consumed the heart and with conveying any prophecies revealed to her.

Ástríðr’s hair was almost pure white and she had eyes as blue as Ivar’s. Her skin was very fair and lips a pale pink. She was one of the most beautiful women the Ragnarssons had ever seen, maybe as beautiful as Bjorn’s wife, a deeply tanned woman with tight curls and gorgeous eyes that Bjorn had brought back from his travels to the Mediterranean and northern Africa.

A man entered the building, carrying the heart in a shallow wooden bowl. Ástríðr looked at the heart with apprehension. Up to that point, she didn’t think she would have an issue with it, but the sight of it made her stomach turn. When she looked to Ivar, who was staring at her intensely, she set her jaw and steeled her nerves.

The man handed off the heart to the Seeress who chanted a short prayer over it before stepping up onto the platform. She stood in front of Ástríðr and held the plate out in front of her.

“Take it,” Ivar commanded. Ástríðr obeyed and picked the heart up. She eyed it with disgust but tried to conceal her emotion. It was huge, over half the size of her head, dripping with blood, and still a little warm.

She took a bite and held back a gag. The blood gave it a distinctly metallic flavor and the texture was like cow meat, though a little tougher since it was so lean and thick. With every bite, blood ran down Ástríðr’s arms and chest and smeared on her face.

As she continued, it became more and more difficult to keep down. Since it was so large, she was very full and the taste was starting to bother her more and more. However, she refused to succumb to the desire to vomit and defiantly kept her eyes locked on Ivar’s.

Ivar was in a trance and watched her intently, waiting to see her fail, but hoping that she wouldn’t. He was insanely attracted to her, even more so because she was powering through eating the stallion’s heart. It would be a shame to have to kill her and take her men and ships.

Throughout almost the entire process, the Seeress chanted and flailed. She spoke of a prophecy. A prophecy that said Ástríðr would help the Ragnarssons conquer the world with her considerable power.

A small, dark smile turned the corners of Ivar’s mouth up as she took the last few bites. Harald was the only other one who had made it this far, and he had been much slower than her and was far less attractive.

Suddenly she fell to her knees and doubled over, her body heaving and trying to reject the raw meat. The Seeress stopped her chants and waited with bated breath to see if Ástríðr was really as strong as her prophecy foretold. After a tense moment Ástríðr rose up again and it was evident that she hadn’t thrown up anything. 

A grin split across Ivar’s face as Ástríðr got to her feet and the Seeress started undulating again, but with more vigor than before. He was pleased that she managed to keep the whole heart down and everyone else gaped at her, including his brothers. They were shocked that a woman had completed the task when so many men before her had failed. However, Ivar had suspected Ástríðr would succeed. No ordinary woman would be in command of those many men and ships.

“I want her,” Ivar muttered to his brothers as Ástríðr stood before them. Ivar twirled one of his little knives between his fingers and decided to try something. He hurled the knife at Ástríðr in a lightning-fast movement to see how she would react. She caught it in midair and flung it back at him. He ducked as quickly as he could and the knife missed his head by half an inch. 

“How bold of you,” Ivar said as he came back up. He looked behind himself and the knife was buried in the wall, in the exact spot where his head would have been had he not ducked. He looked at Ástríðr with a strange expression, it was almost as if he was aroused by her reaction.

“I’ve completed your challenge so you throw a knife at me?!” Ástríðr asked with indignation in her voice. She was annoyed that she had gotten through all of that only to have a very sharp little knife launched at her. “What happens now?” she asked, looking at each brother before finally settling her eyes back on Ivar.

“You have been granted the alliance you desire,” Ivar declared without consulting his brothers. Ástríðr started to smile but stopped after hearing Ivar’s next words. “On one condition,” he said with a devilish tone, “you must warm my bed tonight.”

Ástríðr narrowed her eyes in response. She couldn’t deny that he was a very attractive man, but that still didn’t mean she wanted to sleep with him the moment she saw him. “Will you publicly commit to this alliance before I do?” Ástríðr asked. 

“Yes,” he said firmly.

Ástríðr inhaled deeply, lifting her chin as she did. “Then I will share your bed with you,” she consented. She would do almost anything to benefit her people, and an alliance with the Ragnarssons was certainly better than facing them as an enemy.

Ivar smirked smugly and said, “Then it is settled. Go wash the blood from yourself and I will make the announcement that we are now allies. Congratulations, Ástríðr.” 

At that point, Harald spoke up for the first time. He stood, emerging a little from the shadows. He bowed deeply to Ástríðr and said, “Yes, congratulations. You are now one of only two people able to do that.” With that Harald turned and left, trailed by three of his own men.

Ástríðr watched him go, calculating how much of a risk he was to her. Was he jealous? Does he view me as a threat? she wondered silently. She was shaken from her thoughts as she noticed Ivar struggle to his feet and hobble closer to her on his crutches. He stood silently in front of her, examining every inch of her body, eager to feel her warm skin against his.

“Well?” Ástríðr snapped. She wasn’t uncomfortable with the way he looked at her, just embarrassed. It seemed as if he was imagining fucking her and it was a little unsettling. She knew that she would likely enjoy herself in bed with him, but she was still annoyed that he had made it a condition of the alliance rather than just ask if she was interested in him.

“After you are washed, the servants will bring you to my room,” he said lowly. Ivar turned to stalk out and only then did Ástríðr notice most of the people had cleared out, including all of his brothers.

Servants quickly approached her and dragged her out the door and through the forest, moving quickly towards Kattegat. They helped her to an empty room attached to the Great Hall and situated a few of her things there. They took nearly an hour to wash the blood from her body, rebraid her hair, and get her dressed in new clothes. When they were finally done, they stood Ástríðr up and guided her to Ivar’s chambers.

To be continued?

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