#amelia castle oc

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Amelia “Amy” Castle - Eldest and last surviving child to the Punisher

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IkeVil OC Amelia

More about her under the cut!

Name: Amelia (real name unknown)

Age: 24

Birthday: 10/31

Curse: Sea Witch (but she keeps it hidden from the others)

Her curse allows her to make trades with people, those who make a deal with her have to pay a fair price. They must offer something valuable to her, and deception doesn't work, her curse allows her to know what a person considers valuable.

Whenever her curse activates her eyes and her fingertips turn black, when a deal is made between her and someone else, a “string” is formed, uniting both parties. She uses her nail to sever the thread, meaning there is no going back. Over the course of days or weeks, depending what they wished for, events will happen to make their wish come true. And so will the debt, sooner or later it will catch up to them. Most people end up losing more than they thought they would, some out right lied to her, some didn’t realize how much value something (or someone) had to them.

Backstory: She is an immigrant, she and her parents had to flee from their original country because people were hunting them down because of her curse. She was born into a simple village, and when she discovered her curse, she used it to help the people of her village. The wishes were simple, and the price was low, everyone was happy and they loved her and her family.

But as they grew comfortable, the demands started to grow. And so did the price they had to pay. Culminating in the death of one of the villagers, from this point forward, people grew more afraid and resentful of her. They tried to set her family's house on fire, and they had to flee somewhere far away.

That's how they arrived in England. She heard that there were people like her there, that's why she wanted to become a Fairytale Keeper.

She works and sleeps at the castle, taking one day a week off to visit her parents.

Personality: Amelia is a reserved and serious person. She doesn’t talk much but is polite with everyone, she is always smiling at people, but it’s a lonely smile. She has trust issues because of her past and she prefers to keep other people at a distance, even if she likes them and considers them friends, she still doesn’t let people too close. She thinks she is unecessary, so she is happy just to see other people being happy and enjoying their lives.

Amelia makes an effort to not be included in things the residents do, for example, if it’s a party, she helps with the preparations, cooking, decorations, but when it’s time for the actual party, she excuses herself and goes to her room or to town alone, because she doesn’t want to be a bother.

Some random headcanons:

She didn’t get along with Ellis at first;

She hates when people say they love her without actually mean it;

She doesn’t trust Harrison at first, and doesn’t like talking to him, since he can tell if people are lying or not;

Cooking is one of her love languages. Gifts too, she likes to make handamade stuff;

I'll add more stuff about her as I think and write it. But that's the basics about her.

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Holiday Hijinks! - Chapter 2

Summary:

Copia and Sarah attend an outdoor market with the rest of the group to look for Christmas gifts. Copia meets an old friend and receives help on what to buy Sarah for Christmas. In the end, we see the reactions to what they got for each other. Prepare yourselves for cuteness, fluff, and first Christmases of hopefully many more!

Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] X OC [Sarah]

Words: 3.5k

Tags: established relationship, fluff, Christmas, origins of the Plushia

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Sarah is rudely awakened this morning by the soft nudges from Copia. She’s been in-and-out of sleep for half an hour and was trying to chase the very sweet dream she was having about being pursued by a hungry, bared fanged Copia in an old Victorian castle throughout the night.

He leans close to her ear, softly running his finger along her cheek. “Amore mio, we need to get up.”

“Ugh… Five more minutes.” Sarah squeezes her eyes closed and snuggles further on her side into the bed. “Is sloth not celebrated here?” She grins up to him, eyes still closed.

Copia laughs at the weak defense, smiling fondly towards her. “Not if we’re supposed to be somewhere today, dolcezza.”

Sarah finally opens her eyes with a sharp movement. She stares coldly up at him with a frown, her pout contrasting with his lovely, fanged grin. “How dare you look at me with so much affection, my love, while I suffer under your hand.” She dramatically throws the back of her hand over her forehead. Her mouth twitches, evolving into a coy smile against her will. Sarah’s act melts away under Copia’s patient grin.

“I know, amore, I’m horrible. So cruel for making you get up for something we agreed to do.” He leans down, gifting a tender kiss to Sarah’s lips. When Copia sits back, they exchange soft smiles before she rolls her eyes and groans.

“Fine. I’m getting up.”

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They walk together from where they parked to the outdoor market that’s popped up for the holidays. Stopping by the entrance, Copia pulls Sarah up to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. They both smile, eager to walk along the stalls.

“And remember,” Copia starts. “,no buying anything for ourselves while we’re here no matter how tempting it is.” He says it to himself more than he’s saying it to Sarah right now.

“But!” I saw vintage perfume bottles, she thinks.

“No buts!” He moves his finger over her lips.

Sarah’s hand roams around behind Copia’s jacket, sliding down to caress his butt in his back pocket as she grins against the pad of his gloved finger. He jumps at her light squeeze, eyes widening. “No butts at all of any kind?” She looks up at him innocently.

“Well…” he trails and looks off to the side before settling back on her with a teasing grin. “I think I can make some exceptions.”

They grin at each other, dirty smirks and snickers exchanging between them. She pulls him closer while her hands still rest on his butt and they share a small kiss, trying to restrain any ridiculous PDA for later when they’re more alone. Copia and Sarah rest their foreheads together and sigh, content. They smile towards each other, excited for a nice afternoon out.

A fake retching sound can be heard and they look over, finding Alex, Amelia, and Terzo walking towards them. “Will I know any peace around you people?” Alex sighs, playfully pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No,” Copia says while still looking into Sarah. They grin lovingly at each other, closing their eyes to rub the tips of their noses together briefly before separating finally and turning to the trio that found them. “So, what’s the plan?”

Sarah takes her leather gloved hand and moves to hold Copia’s. The material on their hands slides effortlessly as she laces them together and she then remembers when the last time she wore the gloves were for Halloween. The memory of their passionate night causes her to blush into his arm and she leans towards Copia. Sensing her flustered state, Copia squeezes his hand as a small comfort. “I was thinking, we could walk around by ourselves first if we still need Secret Satan gifts.” She suggests.

“Works for me. I saw a couple booths earlier I’d like to look more into.” Amelia nods, the rest of the group agreeing.

“Ok so… meet up by the funnel cake stall in,” Alex checks his phone. “,a couple hours? That’ll make it 1pm and then we can eat some lunch.”

They all nod, dispersing through the market to the few, very long rows of stalls. Everything from food, jewelry, clothing, home décor, and furniture are on display. Copia leisurely walks down one row, observing the trinkets that catch his eye. He’s on the hunt for Sarah’s gift and he wants it to be perfect. He however, doesn’t even know what to buy.

“Copia! Oh my gosh it is you!” A voice calls out. An older woman waves him over to her booth of old and handmade jewelry.

“Margret! It’s been so long. I’m very sorry.” He walks closer, stopping in front of her. “Work has been…”

“Hell, I know.” She laughs, smiling wide. Her wrinkles deepen but the happiness on her face almost makes her look younger. The way her eyes crinkle and her cheek dimples remind him that she looks like the spitting image of her father, a former member of the clergy. She even has the same matching silver hair he had towards his later years.

Copia smiles. “You could say that.” He looks down at the table, eyes drifting over the small rings and pins. “Between my new job title and my amore,” Copia smiles. “,I have lost track of time.”

Margret smirks at him, eyes narrowing. “Amore? Copia is this serious? Are you treating her right?”

“You watch yourself young lady,” Copia chuckles. “Of course I am! She’s… I don’t even know if I have the words to describe it.” He looks on with a dreamy smile.

Margret grins back, clasping her hands together in front of her. “Tell me about her!”

Despite Copia being older than her, by several centuries, Margret always makes him feel like one of her grandkids. He looks down with a boyish grin, the smile never leaving his face. “She’s amazing, Marge. A gorgeous, quick-whited firecracker. And she’s a whiz with a sewing machine!” Copia lets out a deep breath, holding a hand over his heart, stars in his eyes. “She loves me, fangs and all! And I… wasn’t sure I’d find that one day. Cara mia, Sarah.”

She wipes a fake tear from her eye. “Do you have a picture? Let me see the woman who’s captured your heart, my dear.” Margret grabs the other person in the booth to watch over for her and motions for him to come around the table to sit down with her.

Copia fumbles with his phone, swiping through photos he’s taken, some candid snaps without her realizing, and settles on the one they took this morning, a couple selfies Sarah snapped while they stood by the entrance. The first is of them looking into each other’s eyes with soft, lovey grins. The next photo shows Copia looking into the camera, half smiling half shocked, caught in surprise because she quickly turned to kiss his cheek at the last second. He looks at the photos with a fond smile.

“I want to make this Christmas special. It’s our first, hopefully of many.” He shows Margret the photos and she awws at them. “I don’t feel like any of my gift ideas are good enough.”

“Oh, I could just pinch your cheeks!” she squeals. “What have you thought of so far?”

“Well,” he begins. “,she likes old shit.”

Margret scoffs. “Must be why she likes you.” They both lean in, pointing and going ayyyyyy. “I mean it’s one helluva’n age gap, Copia. Can you even keep up with us youngins?” She chuckles.

Copia rolls his eyes. “I still have the stamina, Marge. Don’t you worry.” He leans back into the folding chair while she slaps at his arm. “I want to find something vintage but related to sewing. I’m just so out of my depth with that stuff, though.”

She thinks for a second and then snaps her fingers, sitting up straight. “A chatelaine! It’ll be perfect.”

He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Chatelaines are sewing accessories from centuries ago. They clipped at the waist and chains hung down with notions attached. Thimbles, needles, scissors…” Margret gets up to write something on a piece of paper. “They were essentially ornate keychains. Go to this booth, a few spaces down, and tell ‘em ‘Margie’ sent you. They’ll get you everything you need.”

Copia stands, taking the paper from her. “Thank you, Margret. I’ll try to get back in touch with you sooner. I owe your late father that much.”

She swats her hand in the air. “He’d understand, dear. Have a wonderful Christmas, Copia.” Margret returns his smile with a playful wink. “And if you ever need anything like a ring or something… well, you know where to find me. Just don’t take too long, eh? I’d like to see your Sarah in person one day.”

“Thank you.” He bows, fidgeting with the paper. “You too! Have a great Christmas.”

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The credits roll on one of their Christmas media marathon choices. The original “How the Grinch stole Christmas” special specifically because it was narrated by Boris Karloff, amore mio! Copia had insisted. Their Christmas Eve plans were to stay in all day and run through the movies and shows that make them feel giddy. Copia’s rats scamper around the cage, invested in the small treat she bought them so they could have a fun gift tonight, too. Their noses twitch happily, squeaking away as their tiny hands bring the food into their mouths.

The couple are wearing comfy pajamas and socks as they snuggle together on the couch; Sarah had managed to convince him to wear a matching set for the occasion. She gets up to change out the DVD player to the next disk, all of the Rankin/Bass claymation specials. On her way back to the couch, she eyes the wrapped boxes under their small table-top tree. It’s lit, glittering with multicolor lights and ornaments while their presents sit under it, nestled together much like they are today.

“Soon, cara mia,” Copia calls from the couch. “We’ll open them tonight in due time.”

She settles back in his arms, sighing. “I know, I’m just excited. Also, nervous. But mostly excited!”

“Me too,” Copia chuckles behind her as he wraps his arms around Sarah, resting his hands on her stomach. He plants a light kiss to the crook where her neck and shoulder meet, lingering. She turns her head, moving her body enough to kiss his lips and he rises a hand to hold Sarah in place. For a moment they forget what their plans are while they slowly explore each other’s mouths with their tongues. Copia leans back, Sarah’s lip caught in his teeth before he lets go. He slowly blinks down at her and she could swear his white eye shines brighter around her even in the low light.

“Could you press play on the menu?” Sarah whispers to Copia, stroking his cheek with her thumb. His now permanently fanged smile shines back at her.

“I’d do anything for you, Sarah.” He marvels.

She giggles, kissing his cheek. “I just need you to play these specials for now.”

He wraps his arm around her tighter and she squeals. “It would be my pleasure.” Copia finally plays the first one, smiling to himself as she turns to settle back in his grasp. Her heartbeat picked up earlier while they were kissing and now he listens as she tries to calm herself down. He wants to put his hand over Sarah’s heart to feel it beating but he’s worried she might think he’s just trying to feel her up, not that she’d complain.

As the day turns to night, Sarah’s excitement grows. They agreed to open their gifts after dinner and as she finishes the last few bites, she’s nearly wiggling in her spot. Her chair scrapes against the wood, a bit too loud she thinks, as she works to clear her spot at the table. Copia sits back in his chair, drinking a bit of her donated blood as “wine” in a fancy glass.

Sarah went to the infirmary to donate some of her own blood for moments like this and he found out as a surprise tonight. She told him to check the fridge with a wink for a special treat and Copia swears his heart grew three sizes when he opened the door to find a bag of her blood with a shiny red bow on top. He savors any opportunity to drink Sarah’s blood but admits to himself that it tastes much better when he drinks directly from her. Her excitement sweetens the flavor.

“Dolcezza, why don’t you grab the gifts now?” Copia grins up at her happy face.

“Yes!” She springs into action, taking the small pile and meeting him at the couch.

Copia fidgets with his fingers, looking down at the delicately wrapped box. It’s roughly the length of his forearm and eight or so inches wide. Her chatelaine sits in there, pinned in place so she can see all of the notions laid out on their chains. She jiggles the box close to her ear, seeing if she can hear what it is and guesses.

“Jewelry?” Sarah raises an eyebrow.

Copia shakes his head, smiling. “Open it, amore mio.” He grabs her arm, eyes wide. “Wait!” Copia leans forward, bringing her chin up for a short kiss. “I love you, Sarah. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you, too,” she sighs, looking at him with adoring eyes.

Sarah returns her focus back to the present. She unwraps it to find a sturdy black box, embossed with gold script reading “Atelier for All” on top. She looks up at Copia, encouraging her to remove the top. A layer of red tissue paper is revealed and when she folds it out of the way, her breath is stolen from her lungs. A gasp, short and sweet comes from Sarah.

Nestled on the red velvet is a silver chatelaine, the clasp is in the shape of a gothic cathedral window; sparkling, deep red gemstones glitter inside the window portions. The surrounding area of the window curls, raised metal lines twisting into spirals as if they were vines. More red stones, smaller this time, dot around it like roses. Several chains connect to it below, dripping sewing notions just as ornate at the clasp. A metal tube filled with needles, a thimble in its own holder. Delicate looking scissors hang in the middle along with other things she’d need in the studio. A red ruby charm dangles from each chain at the end.

Sarah looks over the gift in awe. Her lip wobbles, on the verge of tears from such a beautiful thing. She looks up to Copia with misty eyes and has to collect herself before speaking. “Copia.” is all she can say before she sets the box aside and lunges for him. She kisses him, pouring overwhelming love and affection into each kiss and he’s too stunned at first to react. She moves around his face, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, before ending back to his lips where his brain has caught up and is now kissing back. Sarah leans back, separating for air and he holds her in place briefly. She breaths heavy. “I’ve always wanted one.”

Copia is ecstatic and his cheeks hurt from smiling. “I’m happy you like it.”

She chokes out a laugh, looking at him incredulously. “I love it. It’s almost too pretty to use.”

“Oh, please use it,” he pleads. “You deserve this.”

She can’t think of anything to say, the only thoughts in her mind boil down to I love him so much I love him I love him. Sarah nods, leaning in once again to kiss him. “I love it, thank you. I love you, too.”

Copia kisses her in return, humming happily. “Is it my turn now?”

She nods, bringing her hand up and around the back of her neck. She rubs it anxiously as he moves to the first one. “My gifts might not, uh, be the same level of appreciation.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it anyway,” he tells Sarah while ripping open the first box.

He pushes aside the tissue paper, finding a small plush figure, around a foot in length. It has black hands and feet, wears red clothing, a cassock, and red on top of the head to represent a biretta. A small glittering Grucifix rests in the middle, stitched down so it doesn’t move. A pair of eyes look back at him, one green and one white. Copia looks over the face, a wide toothy grin spreading over his lips and he leans his head back, laughing.

“What is it? What’s so funny?” Sarah asks, desperate for him to stop cackling.

He’s able to settle himself, looking over at her just so in love. “Amore mio, my heart, is this little thing supposed to be me?”

She hesitantly nods, afraid to say anything.

“I don’t know what to say.” Copia fondly sighs, looking off around the room before looking back at her. She looks… disappointed. “Oh, Sarah what’s wrong?” She sniffles and he realizes she’s about to cry.

“I-I’m sorry! I thought it would be a cute idea and, O-Oh!” she squeals, being pulled forward into Copia’s embrace. He leans back onto the arm of the couch, taking Sarah with him. “What are you-?”

He brushed his fingers through her hair, angling her head so he can kiss her hairline. “You misconstrued my reaction, I’m sorry, Sarah. It’s just so absurd. I fucking love it!” Sarah moves to look at him finally, finding a small grin. “It’s an abomination and I will cherish it for the rest of my life.” Copia whispers towards her.

She sheepishly smiles with a blush. “I’ve been calling it my ‘Plushia’ as I was making it.”

“Your Plushia, cara mia!” Copia helps to move her further up, kissing her silly. He makes dramatic, loud smooching sounds as he leaves her flustered and red in the face. “I like it and I love you. Oh, how I love you.”

Sarah giggles, feeling lightheaded at the whirlwind of emotions she’s just experienced. It takes her so much strength to remember there was another gift. “Copia, my love, I have one more gift.” She sits up and moves to grab the backup plan.

“Oh! Bonus!” Copia says, eager to find out. He rips the paper, looking over the cover of the DVD case and turns as white as a sheet of paper. “You didn’t,” he gasps.

Sarah grins, emboldened now. “I did.”

Copia holds up the case, the title “The Vampire’s Mistress: ‘Till Death Do You Part 2” is splashed over the cover. A satin-gloved hand clutches a bloody veil on a black background.

“Where did you find this?” he asks, looking down in embarrassment. Copia’s holding his head in his hand.

“I did some digging. I think I found the message board that had the first movie and I made a post asking about the sequels.” She beams at him. “They’re very hard to come by, apparently.”

“I made it that way,” Copia mumbles to himself. “We’re not watching this tonight, are we?”

“Oh! No, no, no.” Sarah shakes her head. “I figured it’d be fun for something to watch in the future.”

He sighs in relief, “Fine. I can work with that.”

She moves over him, straddling Copia’s lap and wraps her arms around his neck. Sarah leans down to give him a slow, encouraging kiss. “What’s so wrong with it?” She combs her fingers through his hair and he sighs.

“Just… godawful acting. I didn’t get on well with the woman who played my betrothed. It’s very hard to care about someone when you… don’t.” Copia closes his eyes and softly smiles as she scratches at his scalp and finger-combs his hair.

“That’s a shame.” Sarah pecks a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’d still like to watch it, if that’s okay?”

He gazes up at her with a half-lidded look. “Of course, we can watch it.” Copia closes his eyes again and sighs, “Just as long as you keep brushing your fingers through my hair like this.” He gives her a goofy, lopsided grin, fangs clumsily pointing out.

“I can definitely do that.” Sarah laughs.

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A few hours later, a few more Christmas specials watched, and several yawns exchanged, the two decide to head back to bed. Copia begins to unplug the tree but Sarah stops him.

“Could we leave it on all night tonight? I can see it from the bed and, its Christmas Eve after all.”  She blushes.

Copia nods. “We can do that.” He wraps an arm around her waist and they walk to bed.

When they lay down, Sarah moves to spoon him, acting as the Big Spoon. She props herself up, kissing him one last time for the night and then settles down behind him. Her arm wraps around his waist, under his arm, resting her hand over his chest. Copia’s hand moves to hold on top of hers, lacing their fingers together.

“Goodnight, Sarah. Merry Christmas.” He rises it to kiss her palm before returning it to his heart.

“Merry Christmas,” Sarah sleepily replies. “I love you.”

Copia hums, a happy lilt to his voice. “I love you, too, amore mio.”

Thanks for reading!

Next week: Terzo and Amelia.

Ready the tissues now! *evil laughter*

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An another OC’s from my Super Mario AU I came up with! I’m really inspired by @ask-the-koopa-family/@natsuko-the-mun to create the ruler of the Piranha Plants like she did with Princess Cherry and her past family— because of their human species and also their wonderful crowns— and also my friend @beeanstalk09 to create one like she did with Kinboshi! 

But since I’m mostly fond with @ask-the-koopa-family/@natsuko-the-mun’s designs of the Piranha Plants rulers based on her AU, I would really stick to it for my future OC’s and here they are!

*Please don’t take them too seriously. It came from my head, but I’m inspired to do this.*

From left to right:

⭐️ Prince Maximus and Princess Olivia

⭐️ King Vine and Queen Amelia, the parents of Prince Maximus and Princess Olivia— and the rulers of the Piranha Plant Kingdom

Here are my headcanons for them— more of them for Maximus and Olivia, but less of them for their parents. ^^; 

HEADCANONS FOR MAXIMUS AND OLIVIA:

Princess Olivia is the future queen of the Royal Piranha Plant Family.

She has a twin brother named Prince Maximus. He is a few minutes older than her and also the future king of the royal Piranha Plant family.

As time goes by during their beginnings of their childhood, Olivia and Maximus are waiting at the castle to know if their parents are coming back from the royal meeting. But as they were sooner told that their parents are not coming back, Olivia and Maximus though that they have vanished forever, and they were all upset.

As Olivia was devastated that her parents are not coming back, she was left under the care of her twin brother. Maximus becomes overprotective and remembers the promise he made to his parents to take care of Olivia.

At an age of 18, Maximus becomes king of the Piranha Plants, but he wished his parents would come back, just like his sister Olivia wished for.

At their ages around 20ish, Maximus and Olivia go for a walk to get their heads cooled off, but were suddenly stumbled upon a Warp Pipe which leads them to the other world… stumbling upon the Spirit Animal Kingdom merged with the Darklands. They went there to discover the kingdom curiously.

Discovering the kingdom of the Darklands, Olivia was caught being gazed and her twin brother was confused. Olivia was gazed at by Bowser Jr. who had a slight crush on her. Maximus was shocked that his twin sister is having a thing for a Koopa. 

Maximus was being a bit skeptical, but he sees that Junior has a thing for Olivia, and it takes time for Maximus to get over it.

Maximus and Olivia introduced themselves to the royal Koopa family and they were being friendly to King Bowser and Queen Sheila’s children.

Maximus and Olivia didn’t realize that Junior and the Koopalings’s sister— Annabelle— was different than them, but they made friends with her, including Annabelle’s best friends, Prince Petey, Princess Marion, and Prince Jared from the Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland. Maximus and Olivia got along really well. Luckily had more friends— such as Petey, Marion, and Jared’s love interests named Princess Mocha Swirl and Prince Chocolate Mint Graham of the Sweet Kingdom and Princess Galaxia of the Cosmos.

Maximus and Olivia were a few months younger than Junior, but years younger than the Koopalings; the twins are years older than Annabelle, Petey, Marion, Jared, Mocha Swirl, Chocolate Mint Graham, and Galaxia.

Junior has Olivia hang out with him, but he acts flirty with her, and Olivia was being blessed by his true feelings. 

Olivia comforts Junior whenever he gets embarrassed by his family for being with a human princess. Maximus didn’t even embarrass his sister because he thinks it would be bad to do so.

Seeing how much Junior and Olivia both loved each other, Maximus approves his sister in being with Junior. Even Bowser and Sheila both approved Junior in being with Olivia.

Junior and Olivia were not the only couples, but including Annabelle and Claw, Fang and Karen’s son; Ludwig and Eliza Koopa; Lemmy and Carly Koopa; and even Roy and Pom Pom.

Junior proposes to Olivia and she accepts it, impressing his family and her twin brother!

When Claw and Annabelle become king and queen of the Spirit Animals and the Koopas, Junior wanted to be king of his homeland, but Maximus has an idea to make Junior become king of the Piranha plants with Olivia so that she could be his queen, and Junior approves the decision after his family gave their approval for that.

With the decision made, Bowser Jr. and Olivia become king and queen of the Piranha Plants. 

Maximus and Olivia started having a strong friendship with Junior, the Koopalings, Annabelle, Claw, Petey, Marion, Jared, Mocha Swirl, Chocolate Mint Graham, and Galaxia.

HEADCANONS FOR VINE AND AMELIA:

King Vine and Queen Amelia are considered the best and loving parents to Olivia and Maximus.

Their parents had to go to a royal meeting, leaving their kids- who are at ages of 7– to be safe in the castle. However, it is seemingly unlikely that Vine and Amelia never returned from the meeting.

I hope you like it! ✨

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"Evil Born" an original story by Kalina Selenne

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Character sheet

Character name Person casted as

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Queen Destiny Bearmin of Zeneka as Free take

The queen is the main character in this story, she will not have a face claim nor a body or voice claim, she will be just a female character that can be portrayed as anyone (to indulge the reader in the story), there will be no descriptions whatsoever but this is only for the purpose of Tumblr, the original story does have a face claim which is myself (the author)

Also another very important detail is that she has supernatural powers, like telekinesis, pyro kinesis, magic of the elements, you name it, but she uses them for evil

Age: 23 years old

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Amelia Whitlock as Nikki (Nihachu)

Amy for short, is a villager of Zeneka, has her own trinket little shop where she makes perfumes with exotic plants she grows herself, her inspiration was taken from the German YouTuber and Streamer Nihachu

Age: 22 years old

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Octavia Paxton as Millie Bobby Brown

Via for short is the assistant and maid (and best friend) of Queen Destiny, they grew up together since Boa's mother was a servant at the castle, so the king forced helped Via to be friends with his daughter

Age: 20 years old

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King Bastian Kendrick of Astral Lane as Dacre Montgomery

The king can be seen as cruel but has a huge heart and actually cares for his people unless his neighbor queen

But he has evil intentions behind his charming smile

Age: 26 years old

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William Godwin as Joseph Quinn

Young William is the right hand of the king and goes with him everywhere he goes, loyal to his king and his best friend

Age: 24 years old

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Some questions this may create

Why are most of the cast members Stranger Thing's cast? Well, I created the story back in 2020 when I was even more obsessed with Stranger Things than now, so the characters have the cast as this show because they fit very well and I cannot seem to find a better fit for them

Do any characters die? With no spoilers, yes

Why does the main character not have a face claim? Well, because she is me, I made this character as myself because technically she is my OC but I won't be putting my face on the internet (at least for now) so I prefer to give some engagement to the public for them to connect more with my story

Will this story be long? It should be pretty long, it will be edited as time goes by but this is purely an original story

If you do have any other questions my inbox is open so please go ahead and ask

This story is my baby I've been working on since 2020, this is my masterpiece so please be kind if you have any feedback or comment, or concern, I appreciate everyone of you reading this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do

Much love, Cherry

[liam-and-co-ideas-universe]

Mainland:

Mainland: A formal place that was the center of a supercontinent that was destroyed by a powerful earthquake. Now it is the only area left that remains from the destruction of The Continent but has survived entirely. It now remains empty with a very low population with a rebuilt castle that Liam used to live in.

People who live here

Liam Bourgeois: (Previous era and current Ruler)

Age: 22

Species: Incubus.

Personality: Carefree, Caring, Serious

Likes: Friends, Warm weather

Dislikes: Isolation, abandonment

Weakness: Abandonment issues, can cry a lot at times, attachment issues (Sometimes)

The last Mainland and the last person that was in a previous era. He was left behind from an accident that he was supposed to evacuate to The Mini Continent. He now has to accept the new reality that he created while The Continent existed. Miraculously, Mainland is the only place that survived, barely.

Lucy Bourgeois: Alternate to Liam Bourgeois

Name: Zellova  

Age: 250 (20, Physical age)

Species: Succubus

Personality: Loyal, Helpful, Caring to her Lord

Likes: Her Lord.

Dislikes: Her Lord in distress/pain/injured.

Weakness: Overprotective, anger issues with other people.

Story: Liam had lots of thoughts of having retainers and servants when he would become king. Because of this, she vows to protect Liam with her own life and serve under him. She was created along with Zaranarax.

Name: Zaranarax

Age: 250 (20, Physical age)

Species: Incubus

Personality: Loyal, Helpful, Caring to her Lord

Likes: His Lord.

Dislikes: His Lord in distress/pain/injured.

Weakness: Overprotective, anger issues with other people.

Story: Liam had lots of thoughts of having retainers and servants when he would become king. Because of this, he vows to protect Liam with his own life and serve under him. He was created along with Zellova.

Name: Arthur Chambers  

Age: 25

Role: Left hand man

Personality: Loyal, Flirting

Likes: His Lord, Gum

Dislikes: Descending as fast speeds

Weapon: Sword, Gun.

Secret crushes: Liam Bourgeois.

He always had a secret crush on his lord when he was hired, and he proved his strength and loyalty to Liam. He approved of his strength and loyalty. He makes sure that his lord is protected. He had an incident that would cost him his eye. He secretly practices his charm and maintain his looks to one day, try to ask Liam out on a date. (Not interested in dating Lucy)

Where he comes from: Liam’s Airship Crew.

Name: Ushijima Yuuko  

Talent: Ultimate Artist

Likes: Her friends back at her home.

Dislikes: Her creations messed up.

Age: 18

Personality: Carefree, Relaxing, can be scared sometimes.

Weakness: Easily distracted.

Rumor has it that she lived in another universe where her hometown where there are more species living there, more than just humans. But it was neither confirmed nor denied. Who knows where she comes from in the first place. This universe proves this in the first place.

Where she comes from: The Class of 99,

Name: Daisy

Age: 19

Personality: Careless, heartless, emotionless. (In a non-evil way)

Likes: None

Dislikes: None

Weakness: Lack of expression, lack of empathy, lack of sympathy, lack of emotions.

Story: She was always in the Undetermined folder and was never chosen to be in stories that Liam’s families that they make up. Due to this, she didn’t feel any emotions, moments, experiences that other characters went through, leaving her empty.

Name: Amelia

Age: 22

Personality: Caring, Kind, Manipulative (Sometimes)

Likes: Liam Bourgeois (A lot)

Dislikes: Liam’s attention directed to someone else.

When Liam used to be a human in 2021, Liam created her as a simple girlfriend. As time goes on when he is an Incubus, she didn’t get love from Liam and she developed a bit of jealousy to other women.

2021 oc

Andrew: Alternate to Amelia

Name: Angelica Morrison

Age: 19

Likes: Incubi and succubi, cosplaying

Dislikes: People who hurt incubi and succubi

Angelica have developed a special interest in Incubi and succubi, she developed a costume of her own so that she can pretend to be a succubus. She has a hatred of anyone who would dare of hurting incubi and succubi.

Name: Asmodeus

Age: 19

Species: Vampire

Likes: His girlfriend Vilinlia

Dislikes: His Girlfriend’s dad

Weakness: Sunlight

It is rare that a vampire exists, he was the first vampire that exists, It is a rare sight that someone sees a vampire.

(Made in 2021)

Arabella: Alternate to Asmodeus. Would be dating Xaled

Nyra Gemspring

(She isn’t aware of the Mainlanders back in 2021)

(Made Back in 2021, didn’t use her at all)

(The Deathflayer’s: Made back in 2021)

(The Mothers from oldest to youngest are Zellless, Irinvienne, and Charienne. The three of them are siblings)

(The Fathers from Oldest to youngest are Dynriad, Xallahin, and Garanlead. The Three of them are siblings)

(Red Family: Isn’t good with magic and powers)

Orsha Deathflayer

Age: 8

Laron Deathflayer

Age: 9

Elineth Deathflayer

Age: 18

Sylear Deathflayer

Age: 18

Charienne Deathflayer

Age 36

Dynriad Deathflayer

Age: 40

(Pink Family: Very emotionally weak, the parents are the one’s who respond in anger.)

Vilinlia Deathflayer

Age: 20

Xaled Deathflayer

Age: 19

Xallahin Deathflayer

Age: 38

Irinvienne Deathflayer

Age: 38

Prisvia

Age: 9

Toryx

Age: 7

(Purple Family: Isn’t physically strong as the others)

Zellless Deathflayer

Age: 40

Garanlead Deathflayer

Age: 36

Hurinerrith Deathflayer

Age: 22

Felrya Deathflayer

Age: 19

Lillienne Deathflayer

Age: 10

Aeron Deathflayer

Age: 8

[chaoscontrolled123]

OC-TOBER #11: knight #957, a lil dude i saw in a dream once

[in-maidjan]

title: in shadows we meet characters: amelia, areli (@oh-atlas), and vaughn (@aceofwonders) words: 1.7k 

Rain beats hard against the stained windows of the castle, the howling winds outside turning becoming a sinister hiss as it slips through the cracks under doors. Thunder shakes the very air that night, but the lightning that shatters the night sky does not stem from the dark clouds above.

Areli leans her back against the cold stone of one of the spires, rainwater stinging like needles against one side of her body as she readjusts her grip on the longsword and dagger in her hands, steel and silver reflecting only metallic shadows in the dark.

The beast that lurks the castle is unlike any she’s ever seen. A wraith? No, she can feel its heart beating as if it were her own, rapid and caged by shadows that practically drip from its form. The farm folk in the distant village had called it a werewolf, but she had seen none of the hallmarks of their ilk in this place.

Only…

She feels the air tingle around her, cold air becoming stagnant, white hot, burning, and instinct takes her over. Areli strikes the air, silver cutting through the night, and there’s a waver, imperceptible to any eye but her own, and she throws her body through. Weightless, airless, deafening silence – the thump of her shoulder hitting dirt as she teleports to one of the castle’s courtyards, and the crack of lightning above on the ramparts near the spire where she had just been.

Areli can barely look up, the rain beating against her brow, but she can see it now. It’s tall, broad — she could be mistaken for thinking it a man, but shadows wrap around its body, a fine veil of smoke that shifts with every jarred movement.

She can feel its gaze upon her.

Whatever it is, its intelligent. More than she anticipated. More than she was prepared for.

She pushes the doubt down, the fear, the uncertainty.

She has a job to do.

The creature raises its arm, veins glowing beneath the shadow with hues of rich blue and purple, but Areli portals again before the lightning can coalesce in its palm. The air waves behind the creature, and she’s falling through the air upon it.

It sidesteps, only just, sensing the magic slicing the air behind it as Areli opens a portal in that space to dart through. The silver dagger misses it mark, but her longsword has the reach to carve a line down its back. A hiss, a growl, and blood splattering against the stonework, rich red bleeding into the puddles of water.

If it bleeds, it can die. It must.

The next movement is swift, practiced. Areli pivots, spinning on her heel to swing the sword in a downward arc. The creature darts back, its eyes honed on the silver blade she thrusts forward. It’s fast, but so is she.

One step, two, hounding its steps on the wet stone, steel and silver slicing the air until she lunges with the longsword and the creature captures her wrist in a tight grasp. She can smell burning hair beneath the rain, her skin tingling where it calls forth the lightning, but it is too close now. She swings the dagger up from her side and sheathes the blade to the hilt in its chest. Its body arches with the movement, and she twists the blade as deep as she can, the blood making her palm slick.

But then it lunges, clawed hands clinging to her weapons as it slams its skull against her own, the sheer force of it sending Areli back a few steps, her palms empty. The creature lets the sword drop until it can twist the hilt in its palm, and with one swift motion, it pulls the dagger from its chest, blood boiling as it falls. The shadows part around the wound, revealing smooth flesh beneath, tawny brown and stained red.

It throws the silver dagger over the stone barrier lining the rampart and advances towards her. Areli backsteps swiftly – she can already feel the strain in her muscles from teleporting countless times in this fight, and the beast is no worse for wear. Her mind wands to the silver dagger, desperate to recall it, but it’s harder when she can’t see it, and—

Steel swings and she ducks, her long braid sliding against her shoulders as she dodges every attack the creature makes.

‘It fights like a man.’ It’s a thought that swells in her mind as she watches its movements. Careful steps, precise, its grip on the hilt of the sword comfortable and confident.

Another swing of the blade, this one cutting across the narrow space of flesh just below the leather tunic she wears, and she bites her lip hard to snuff the howl of pain that dares escape her throat. She’s soaked head to toe, the blood making no difference now, but the pain makes her stagger, steps harried, shaking.

Areli pivots — feels the swell of magic in her veins as she recalls another place in the castle. The courtyard below. She can recall the dagger quickly, at least then she’ll be armed again.

“No.”

The word is growled, low and curled in an accent she can’t place, and Areli disappears from the ramparts.

She reappears in the courtyard below, and when she does, the shriek of pain that cuts through the air is deafened by the torrential rain. One, two, ten, a hundred lacerations mark her skin, blood pooling on the ground around her the air ripples around her. Her portal— no, not hers. It usurped it, twisted the magic against her, made it rake against her flesh as she tore herself through.

Areli forces herself to her feet, the muscles of her legs shaking desperately in protest, but she forces herself to stand all the same. The creature is advancing, its forms slipping into shadows that coast down the castle walls to pool on the ground, and it rises from them like a column of smoke from forest fire.

“You are not the only one who can play these games.” It speaks again, cold and bitter, and raises its arm once more, lightning crackling in its palm with her cleanly in its sights.

Instinct overtakes her once more as the flash of lightning flickers in her eyes. She traces the arc through the air, wild magic bound and shaped, barely deviating from its course. Areli strikes her hand out, the initial impact burning the flesh of her palm as it sinks into her veins where she makes it her own. The magic burns her from the inside out, streaks of blue lighting up her arm in jagged patterns that branch and reconnect.

It takes every ounce of will she has left to quell the creature’s control before she thrusts her hand forth, the same arc of lightning cutting its way across the courtyard in wild, desperate arcs before hitting the creature in the chest with a cacophonous crack that echoes with the thunder. The creature’s body is flung across the courtyard, slamming against the ivy-covered stone walls and cracking from the force alone.

Areli’s body shakes under the weight of the rain but her eyes search the darkness of the courtyard. Silver metal, beneath the brush. It takes a moment and several steadying breathes before Areli can take the first step forward, one after another, as she makes her way towards the creature slumping against the wall, writhing on its side on the ground. Her silver dagger twitches on the ground as she extends her hand, turning around and floating through the air at a speed that abides only the laws of chaos until it sits firmly in her palm.

One breathes, two steps, and she’s standing over it now, watching the shadows of its form dissipate, shadows slipping from its body like dark ink being washed away with the rain. She shoves the heel of her boot onto its shoulder until she can kick it onto its back, lifting her dagger up to strike down — but then she sees the cold black of its eyes fade to a frail, faded purple, the face of a young man in place of the shadowed maw.

A weight pulls at her wrist before she realises it, and she has only a moment to realise a heavy silver chain has curled around her wrist before its yanked aside so violently her wrong body is dragged with the motion. The chain releases her with wrist with a taut snap, the dagger falling free as Areli skids across the courtyard’s tiles.

Adrenaline courses through her again as she forces herself to a knee and extends her senses. She had only sensed one in the castle, there couldn’t be another. She can barely detect the heartbeat of the person crossing the courtyard with haste, a heavy soaked cloak upon their shoulders as they race to the creature — no, the man — laying crumpled on his side.

“Vaughn, look at me—”

The soft, delicate voice of the woman is muffled by the rain, but it turns Areli’s blood to ice, every bone in her body locking into place as her eyes dart to the figure. A hundred thoughts mingle into one, a single word that echoes in Areli’s mind as the hood of the cloak slips away. Pale white hair flattening against bronze skin, and gold eyes that wash over the man she leans over, her hand on his cheek as she briefly examines his wounds.

The concerned expression — the very same that had been directed to her so many years ago — turns cold as Amelia raises herself to her feet and draws a sword just shy of her own height from over her shoulder, curved like a waved flame and of dark black steel. It’s a look Areli could never picture upon her face, the one she had dreamed of seeing with a smile one day, and it falls upon her and stays for several long moments and then—

It’s gone.

Gold eyes meeting in the dark, flaring with recognition, and Amelia’s grip on her sword almost falls away completely as Areli’s vision begins to blur.

“Areli?” her voice is cracked with doubt, with relief, with fear as Areli’s body buckles against the tiles, and Areli realises the faded heartbeat she hears isn’t Amelia’s, nor does it belong to the man behind her.

It’s her own, and the sound of Amelia’s panicked voice echoes in her mind as shadows take her vision and she slumps against the courtyard, cold rain beating against her back and turning the ground red with her blood.

[exp0001-goopsart]

Hehehhehe well

Name: comonly known as goopy, goops no one has refered to me as exp but is also valid

Time: 11:26 am

Zodiac: Leo

Fave color: .... too many but i love the sunset color scheme

Favorite movie: too many but between wall-e/treasure planet/ iron gigant

Fave series: i guess... kamisama kiss

Fave characters:

The collector - tow

King clawtorn - tow

The daycare attendants - 2 for 1 and sometimes even 3 XD (fnaf sb & ruin)

Papyrus - undertale

The pure vessel - hk

Quirrel -hk

Stolass - helluva boss

Siren - castle swimers

Kappa - castle swimers

Captain amelia - tresure planet

Last song: 10,000 light years - jhonatan young

Url story:

It was the number of an oc i had, experiment 0001 also can be taken as i suck at games too

Now i tag YOU!!!

@the-random-internaut @blueberry-subuwu @dreamer-21 @linuxealcipher @tway-la

GET TO KNOW ME TAG GAME

Name: Sol or Cero!

Time: 5:40pm

Zodiac: Virgo

Favorite color: Purble

Favorite movie: Wolfwalkers!!!! Love that film fr

Favorite series: The Owl House

Fav characters:

The Collector (TOH)

Harley Quinn (Batman the Animated Series)

Crona (Soul Eater)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Edmundo (Cuentos Espantosos)

Moon (FNAF)

Kenma (Haikyu)

Milo (Devil's Candy)

Flick (Animal Crossing)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Last song: Brutus (Instrumental) I have it on repeat hsjshsjs

URL story: I used to have a really shitty sleep schedule hsjshssj now I sleep a lot tho lmao

Tagging: @shookethdev @chaoticgouda @little-sw33tie @eyenaku @kazzykatt @kitsvoidcorner @jess-themess05 and anyone who wants to!

[hannahhook7744]

My descendants oc aesthetics part 3;

Jameson "James" Winston Rourke. Age 12. Son of Lyle Tiberius Rourke and a brothel worker. Rigger of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme Song: "Pretty fly for a white guy".

Francesca Valentina Delgado. Age 12. Daughter of Victor Delgado and Morgana. Boatswain of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme Song: "Oridnary Girl".

Genesis Elaine Flores. Age 12. Daughter of Challancor Esteban Flores and Doña Hortensia Paloma. Navigatior of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Castle."

Anastasia "Anna" Johanna Bog. Age 13. Daughter of Chernabog and a human woman (named 'Amelia') who was murdered. The Lawyer/Law tracker and Hunter of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Killer Queen."

Aaron Johnathan Bog. Age 13. Son of Chernabog and a human woman (named 'Amelia') who was murdered. The Treasuerer of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Grow up."

Howard "Howiee" Earnest Wolf. Age 13. Son of Zeke Midas "Ezekiel" Wolf and a werewolf woman who bounced. Werewolf and The Night Guard of the ship aesthetic.

Theme song: "Protector."

Herlando Sherwin Dancer. Age 12. Son of Dragos the Dancer and a human woman, both of who bounced when he was young. Vampire and Back Up Medic of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Sick Boy."

Gunner Constantine Harp. Age 12. Son of Cupid and the golden Harp. Back Up, Back Up Medic and Child Minder of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "I see your monsters".

Hope Faith Sid. Age 17. Daughter of Banshee and Yen Sid. The Entertainment and H.R. representive of the Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Freak The Freak Out."

Moxford "Moxie" William Frankenstein-Van Helsing. Age 15. Son of Victor Frankstein and Elsa Van Helsing. Wenidgo Like Experiment and Back Up Night Guard of The Storm Bringer aesthetic.

Theme song: "Monster."

(The next and final part will be released soon. If anyone is interested in knowing the ships of my ocs let me know and I'll make a post about it. Enjoy).

[altermay]

Amelia is fucking hot I wanna know more about her she tingles my lesbianism

SO good news for u Amelia is bi, bad news, she isnt real (sad face)

ANYWAY YES I WILL TELL U ABOUT HER!!!

So Amelia is a character in my "glass fjord" story, in that universe, the characters live in an empire, and she actually works in the castle! All demons in the empire have their jobs chosen for them by the government, (let me know if u wanna known more about that by the way Id be happy to infodump) And Amelia essentially was chosen to essentially be a clerk, she is one of the demons who handles the castles files, generally on finances, the citizens of the empire and their jobs (everyone gets a file!) and other various important things. Shes fairly level headed and doesnt get overwhelmed easily, and she is kind and a good friend, but she does occasionally come off as rude (unintentionally) the best way to describe her is like, you know those people who you meet and they immediately act like theyre your friend? like they sorta tease you like friends do, and theyre incredibly open with you? thats essentially how she is, and its the primary reason why she comes off as rude to some people (This is *one of the reasons* why my other OC Jinx isnt incredibly fond of her)

Despite being very open and friendly, she isnt an "In your face" kind of person, shes relatively laid back like my other oc Fenrir. (they get along well)

Since she has such an important job, she gets paid well, so she is an upper class citizen of the empire. Not to an extreme level, but enough to were she can go to fancy plays and buy fancy dresses and jewelry. (all three of those things she enjoys by the way) She also wants to garden/grow houseplants but she is very bad at it and her plants constantly die.

All in all shes a pretty good gal and thanks so much for asking me about her I love talking about my ocs!!

[florensicz]

↳˗ˏˋabout meˊˎ˗ ↴

hello! welcome to my silly little blog :)

my name is flo/beau (or bones if you’d like!), i’m 20 years old, and i’m a (perhaps ever so slightly inactive) queer multifandom digital artist based in the uk !

i’m a non-binary lesbian with very little object permanency and a tendency to hop between fandoms at lightning speed (aka, don’t expect activity or consistency because i will absolutely forget this website exists)

✧ my pronouns are: they/them, ae/aer

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✧ my main interests are: cowboys, brooklyn nine-nine, daredevil/marvel, bones, criminal minds, the rookie, stardew valley, and probably even more things i’m forgetting! ↳ my main fixation right now is: cowboys! yeehaw! ↳ my favs are: rosa diaz, gina linetti, amy santiago (resisting from listing the entire cast of b99), matt murdock, foggy nelson, amelia shepherd, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, emily prentiss, spencer reid, kate bishop, jack hodgins, frank castle

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i am a self taught artist, and my main focus is in character design/art and concept art! i am a big illustrator, and especially love to draw my own oc’s, so expect a lot of that.

✧ my commissions are currently open! more information can be found on my instagram or ko-fi (both are linked in the link tree in my bio, ig user is also below)

✧ i’m also big on comic art, and would like to someday produce my own webtoon comic! (will i ever actually get round to it? who knows. i have far too many ideas and far too little time)

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my socials:

✧ (main) insta: @florensicz ✧ twitter: @fIorensicz

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feel free to ask/send me anything, so long as you stay respectful! likes and reblogs of my posts are extremely appreciated <3

enjoy your stay ✧*:･ﾟ

[thisisntreaver]

HI I'M THINKING ABOUT THIS AGAIN

Amanda Grey, and Amelia Fairfax deserve better then to be part of their deranged family members backstory and motives.

[meechatuck]

Dark Kingdom Rising Sneak Peek (Early Merry Christmas?)

Been debating this for awhile, but why not? Here is 2 chapters from my fan fic Dark Kingdom Rising. It’s the chapter I’m most comfortable with posting that doesn’t spoil the rest of the story. It features the Brotherhood as my OC Amelia’s protection detail as she visits the city of Grey in the Dark Kingdom. This city is made up of disgruntled citizens that used to live near the castle before King Edmund sent them away. Now that the Dark Kingdom is getting rebuilt, the city leader Jarin wishes for their city to secede from the kingdom and become it’s own city state. Amelia is sent there as ambassador to try and have them reconsider. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go quite as planned.

I considered just posting the first chapter, but to hell with it. I wanna post them both! Any feedback would be awesome. I won’t be posting this to AO3 quite yet as it will be posted once I finished the whole first part (which is hopefully going to be by the spring, we will see).

There is some Hector and Amelia romance in the second chapter, aggression, harassment, and swearing. Not anything super crazy, but it’s there. Enjoy!

None of the Brotherhood liked that Amelia had agreed to have dinner with Jarin. Hector had been the most vocal about it. The argument was short, as Amelia technically had the final say considering that she was in charge of this visit.

“If we are to try and rebuild relationships with them we need to attend dinner. This is the first time this trip he has been somewhat pleasant, we need to accept it,” Amelia sternly stated as they rode their animals to the main hall. It was just down the road from the inn they were staying at.

“They don’t want our help,” Hector growled.

Amelia sighed, “Be that as it may, we have to try Hector. And I already said you didn't have to come. Adira and Quirin can watch me just fine on their own.”

He kept quiet, knowing she wasn’t going to budge on this. They came to the main street of the village and noticed lots of people milling about, finishing their errands before the days end. Jarin was standing on the steps of the main hall, a smug smile plastered on his face. Amelia smiled kindly, her hopes high that this dinner would go well. And maybe, just maybe, she could get him to reconsider seceding from the Dark Kingdom. Even that would be a good start.

Quirin noticed several young men approach and stand off to the side of the stables ahead. One of them was Jarin’s son, Talon. Hector and Adira noticed them as well. They all felt uneasy at their mischievous expressions.

"Ah Ambassador Renya," Jarin called out, gathering many of the villager’s attention. "You're early."

Amelia trotted her horse up to the edge of the stables, the Brotherhood behind her. “Early is on time, is it not?” She stayed seated on the horse as she started to remove her gloves.

Hector’s gaze kept flitting between Amelia and the group of young men standing off to the side. They were intently staring at her. Something felt off. Talon turned his back to face the rest of his group. He turned back around after a moment, the arrogant smile on his face making Hector’s blood boil.

Amelia was taking off her last glove, when Talon stepped aside and a dog ran out from behind him. Barking and snarling, it sprinted straight for Amelia. Her horse reared up as the dog nipped at the horses front legs. She tried to grab the reins, but was too late. Amelia was flung off her horse and into the stable area. Her back and the side of her face slammed into the muddy, rocky ground below, knocking the wind out of her. Everyone's attention flew to her, covered in mud and other unpleasant things.

“Amelia!” Adira leapt off her horse, Quirin right behind her. Hector reacted quickly and caught the startled steed. The bear cats stood between them and the ornery dog, growling defensively. The dog backed away and ran out behind the stables.

Jarin burst out laughing, many of the people in the streets joined in. Some gasped in concern. Talon and his group of friends howled with laughter, drowning out Amelia’s gulps for air. Adira knelt next to her and helped sit her up.

“Deep breaths Amelia,” she coached, clearing debris from around her mouth. “Deep breaths.”

Quirin was at her left side trying to clear the foul smelling muck from her dress and face. Amelia reached out, desperately grasping Adira and Quirin’s arms, and tried to suck in a deep breath.

Hector glared at the group of boys still crowing over their prank. He stepped forward to advance on them when Quirin grabbed his wrist.

“Hector don’t.”

His gaze went to Amelia, who was finally able to start breathing. Hector knelt down at her side, fighting the overwhelming urge to gather her in his arms and take her away from here. Horse shit be damned. He mumbled, “We’re going back to the inn.”

“No,” Amelia's breaths were still coming in short gasps. “I need to do this. Alone.”

Adira’s brow furrowed at her, none of them were sure what she meant. Her breathing evened out and she moved to stand. The brown gunk slid down her body and onto the ground, coating her even more.

They saw her adjust her stance so she was standing tall and confident. Her eyes were narrowed and trained on Jarin, “Is this how you treat your guests?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Depends on who they are. If they are unwanted, then possibly.”

Amelia’s jaw stiffened and she grasped her stone. This isn’t going to end well…

“I’ll have to have a discussion with my son,” Jarin glanced at the Brotherhood. “Explaining how to keep a bitch in her place.”

Adira noticed Amelia’s shoulders fall, just slightly. Hector’s rage grew with every word Jarin spoke, yet once his eyes found her, all he wanted to do was pull her away from them and take her back to the inn. Despite her show of confidence, it was evident that she was feeling defeated. The last three days had been difficult trying to be civil with someone as hostile as him.

“I understand your hesitancy in rebuilding relationships with-”

“Gods you are delusional!” Jarin interrupted her loudly. He gestured around him. “Look at us. We are fine without you and the kingdom’s tyrannical grip! How many times do I have to tell you Ambassador that we are doing better than we ever have.”

Many of the citizens murmured and cheered in agreement. Amelia felt as if her lungs were shriveling in her chest, alongside her pounding heart. A dull ache radiated from the crushing grip in which she held her worry stone. The Brotherhood stood behind her, their unease growing at the riling spirit spreading through the crowd.

”Are you that desperate to follow crazy Edmund’s orders to prove yourself? I’ve never seen such a pathetic display from someone who was claimed to be such a great diplomat. If I were king-”

“That’s enough.”

Jarin stepped back, surprised at the authority in her voice. The crowd surrounding them went silent as well.

Amelia lifted her chin, her strong spirit still there. “You win, Jarin.” His smug smile returned, but she continued anyway. “You don’t want to be a part of the kingdom anymore. I was only trying to help you see the benefits of staying with us. If you truly feel there is no benefit, then you are more than welcome to secede.”

“That is all I’ve ever asked for, Ambassador.”

Amelia nodded and moved to her horse. The Brotherhood watched her carefully, she seemed to be fine, but they all knew she was good at keep up appearances. She looked at each of them, “We’re going back to the inn.” She turned and faced Jarin again. “Once I am back to our room, I will prepare the documents, then take them to King Edmund to start the process. We will be gone by tomorrow morning. Due to the circumstances, I won’t be attending dinner.”

“I wasn’t planning on you anyways.”

Talon and his group of friends snickered. Amelia kept her head held high and mounted her horse. “Good night. And I truly hope you prosper here in your city.”

“I doubt you do.”

Amelia grit her teeth, holding back any more comments. He wasn't going to let her have the last say in anything. She turned her horse and they headed down the street. The Brotherhood watched the crowd around them as they rode on, making sure the only malicious thing about them were their gazes. They rounded the street corner and could see the inn down the road at the edge of town. Once they passed the line of sight for the gathered crowd, Amelia’s shoulders slumped forward and her head hung.

Quirin nudged his horse forward until he was by her side, “Amelia, are you-”

She kicked her heels into the side of her horse and took off. They all stared for a moment, surprised, then tried to keep up. The head start allowed her time to get past the front door of the inn as they approached. Upon entering, they caught a quick glimpse of Amelia dashing up the stairs to their room.

She rounded the corner and located their door as her vision blurred. After slamming the door shut, she spun around and slid down to the floor, her shoulders shaking as the sobs came pouring out. She held her face and hissed, feeling a sting on her left jaw line. Gingerly, she touched the area again, the sting shocked her again. Her nose crinkled at the awful stench that radiated off her being. Amelia hugged her knees to her chest and rested her forehead on her arms. Gods, I am pathetic. A disgusting, pathetic mess. I failed.

Downstairs, Lydia looked to the Brotherhood from behind her counter, “What happened?”

Adira sighed and walked over to her, “You were right about Jarin’s intentions. Could you get a bath ready?” Lydia nodded solemnly and left through the back door.

Adira looked to the other two, "Get the animals to the stables. I'll check on Amelia."

Hector and Quirin left back outside as Adira ascended the stairs. She approached the door and could hear her quiet sobs. She gently knocked on the door, “Amelia?”

The sniffles paused for a moment, then her hoarse reply, “Yes?”

“Can I come in?” Adira waited in silence, debating whether to enter or not without her permission. The door cracked open, revealing half of Amelia’s dirty face.

“Yeah.”

She opened the door more so Adira could get through. Once inside, Amelia stepped back with her eyes downcast.

Adira reached out, gently lifting up her chin. Amelia's eyes were red and slightly swollen. "Are you hurt?"

"Depends on what you mean by hurt…"

"Does anything feel broken?"

"No."

Adira nodded then looked over her grimy dress. "Let's get you out of that so we can get it washed."

"There's no point, it's ruined," Amelia mumbled sadly, turning to reveal several torn areas.

"We can get it mended and the smell will come out. Besides, Lydia is preparing a bath for you downstairs."

"What will I wear to the bath? This doesn’t exactly cover me well. And Gods that smell is terrible."

Adira undid her overcoat and removed it. "This should keep you covered." Amelia opened her mouth to protest, but she stopped her. "And it's fine. It's seen worse. Once you're out of the dress, much won't get on my coat anyways."

Amelia set it on the bed and started to undo her dress. After several minutes of struggling, Adira lent her a hand and slid the dress off her body. Adira's eyes traced the red scratches and marks that covered her back. Several were bleeding slightly.

“Doesn’t your back hurt?”

Amelia held her arms close to her body, “It does now. There was a spot on my left jaw that hurt when I touched it.”

Adira tossed the dress on the floor by the door. “Put on my overcoat. I’ll get your face cleaned to see what it looks like.” She walked over to a small basin on a table and thoroughly wet a rag. Amelia stepped up behind her, clutching Adira’s large coat around her. It was soft and comforting. The smell of different spices filled her nose as she breathed in, despite the odious stench wafting off her hair, it smelled just like Adira and comforted her.

Adira gently cleaned away the grime from her face and specifically her left jaw line. Amelia winced everytime the rag touched there. As the brown sludge cleared, Adira saw the swelling along the jawline paired with a deep red color.

“Well, it looks like your jaw is bruised,” Adira explained, dabbing the skin again. Amelia’s eyes shut tight and she stopped. “But nothing really serious.”

Amelia nodded, “Thank you Adira. You don’t have to do all of this.”

“I know.” Adira said, returning the cloth beside the basin.

“But, why are you doing all this?”

“Because you are my friend Amelia. I want to help you.”

Amelia turned away, feeling her eyes tearing up again. “Okay, thank you Adira.”

They made their way down the stairs where Lydia was waiting behind the counter. She motioned to the bartender to stay. Her mouth opened to say something, then closed, deciding it was best to leave things be for now. The three women went out the back door and outside where there was a smaller building. Inside, a tub full of warm water was waiting. Amelia eased herself in, hissing as the warm water touched the scratches on her back.

“Here, lean back,” Adira gently instructed. Amelia’s head rested on the edge of the tub as she began to untangle the mess of hair. Adira got her hair to hang normally, then proceeded to use a bowl of water to help clear the larger debris and chunks of mud. Amelia laid still, her mind mulling over the event.

I should have seen that coming. I shouldn’t have been so focused on the impossible. I was being arrogant, she scolded herself. Hector and Lydia's warnings pushed into her train of thought. She sighed, realizing how right they had both been, especially Hector. Of course he was right. As much as I hate to admit it, he is really accurate at reading people sometimes…he warned me about Jarin and Talon's intentions. So did Lydia and I didn't listen. I need to apologize to them.

“How's the water Ambassador?”

Amelia’s head jerked up, “Oh, the water is just fine. Thank you Lydia. And please, call me Amelia.” She nodded in response and Amelia looked at her, "Also, I apologize that I didn't listen to your warning. You were right and I should have been more open minded."

Lydia's eyes widened, "An apology isn't necessary Amba-Amelia. I shouldn't of spoken out of turn like I did."

"But you didn't, you were trying to help and I should have at least thought about your warning. I am sorry."

A small smile spread on her lips, "I forgive you Amelia."

The bath was finished in silence and Lydia informed them that she would have a meal prepared for them to pick up soon, right around the usual dinner time. The two nodded and then returned to their room. Amelia went to her trunk and pulled on a light shift to sleep in.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Adira asked.

Amelia sat on her bed, "I'm not sure yet. Honestly, I'm ready to sleep so I can forget this unavailing trip."

The taller woman's mouth quirked, "Nice choice of words." Amelia couldn't help a smirk, but stayed quiet. Adira walked over and sat to the side, "Here. Turn." She moved Amelia so her back was facing her. Adira gently took her dark wet hair and began braiding it. They were both silent as Adira wove her hair together.

The tingling behind her nose told Amelia that it had been a long, hard day. She tried not to sound ungrateful. “You don’t have to-”

“You finished that book right? The one on our customs and traditions?” Adira interrupted her.

Amelia huffed, annoyed at being cut off. “Yes, I did.”

“Then you know what this means.” Adira finished off her braid with a tie.

Amelia turned to face her, “...yes. It’s you showing your friendship to me. That we are close.”

Her hand rested on one of Amelia’s. “Then you know I’m not doing this as an obligation. I’m not really the type of person to do that. You know me well enough.” Amelia let out a short laugh and nodded. “You’re a friend to me, Amelia. And not only because you are ambassador to the Dark Kingdom. We have a lot in common and I admire your passion. You care about not only the kingdom and bringing it back, but the people inside it. You cared enough to try and make Jarin-who quite frankly is an ass-see the consequences of seceding. It’s honestly a bad decision that leaves everyone here vulnerable.” Amelia’s eyes were becoming glassy and looked down to Adira’s hand on hers. “And the way you handled yourself after being thrown off the horse. I really respect you for that Amelia. That takes guts. This trip may seem like a failure to you, but you’ve really proven yourself here in many ways.”

The vision of Adira’s hand on hers blurred as the tears began to fall. Amelia quickly wiped the tears away, apologizing, “Sorry. I'm so dramatic.”

Adira gently took her friend’s face and touched their foreheads together, “Even if you are, that’s you Amelia. Own all of yourself. If no one else will tell you this then I will. You have helped all of us so much. Not only the Dark Kingdom, but all of us in the Brotherhood and King Edmund. I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Amelia could only nod, using every bit of her control to not sob. Adira pulled her head back and frowned, her gaze focused on the left side of Amelia’s face. “You’re missing an earring.”

Amelia felt her heart leap into her throat. “What?! No!” She felt her ears and removed the one that was still there. Then she took to the floor, snatching up her dress from earlier. Adira watched her frantically run her hands over the dress, then stand and shake it out.

“What is it?”

There was a soft knock at the door and it swung open. Hector and Quirin stepped in to the sight of Amelia standing with her dress over her head.

She sat back on the floor, looking sad and defeated. “I-It’s nothing…I’m just being ridiculous.”

“What is going on?” Quirin asked, looking between Amelia and Adira.

“I don’t know,” Adira answered. “What earrings are those?”

“This is about her earrings?” Hector questioned, his voice slightly cynical.

Amelia’s cheeks went pink after his question and she stared at the dress in her hands. “They’re just earrings. It’s nothing.”

“Amelia they obviously are more than just-”

“They were a gift from my grandfather. He gave them to me when I was little.” There was a tense silence as she stood and threw the dress back on the ground. She walked to the basin of water and scrubbed her hands vigorously. “What’s done is done. Don’t worry about it.” Once she was at her and Adira's bed, she pulled back the blanket. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Tucking herself into the bed, she made sure her back was to all of them and shut her eyes tightly.

Adira couldn’t help but give Hector an icy glower. He glared back at her and held up his hands signaling he didn’t mean to. She rolled her eyes and walked over to them. Her voice was a whisper, “Just get the food and I’ll see if I can convince her to eat. Can you manage that?” Adira was still glowering at Hector.

���Yes Adira,” he snapped and looked over to Amelia, his gaze softening at her curled up form. His eyes found hers again and the tension crackled between them.

Quirin held a hand between them, “We’ll get the food. Just see if you can get her to eat.”

Adira headed over to her, as Quirin guided Hector back into the hallway and closed the door behind them.

“I didn’t mean to sound like that. I didn’t know.”

“I know Hector,” Quirin replied as they headed down the hallway to the stairs. “She’s had a rough day and needs some rest.” Hector tried to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest. “But you should apologize to her. Even if you didn’t mean to hurt her feelings, they were still hurt.”

Hector grunted, a clear sign he had heard his friend, but was done discussing the matter. They made their way to the counter where Lydia saw them. She smiled warmly and told them their food would be out hopefully soon. “The dinner rush today is larger than usual.”

“That’s fine Lydia, thank you.” Quirin gave her an equally warm smile, as Hector sat to his left at the counter, his mind still mulling over today’s events. Rage rekindled deep inside him every time he remembered how Amelia was thrown from her horse. That asshole Talon and his friends whooping with laughter at her expense. He had wanted to teach them a lesson, but Quirin had been right to hold him back. The binturongs squished themselves under the counter, trying to avoid the milling feet of the crowd from finding their tails and bumped into him. He reached down and stroked their heads reassuringly.

Quirin and Hector idly talked as the dinner rush dissipated. Lydia showed up and earnestly apologized for the delay. Hector remained silent as Quirin reassured her it was fine and that they weren’t in that much of a hurry. More time for Adira to convince Amelia to eat, Quirin thought to himself.

The front doors of the inn slammed open loudly. The two men’s ears perked at the voices that followed. Peering to the new patrons, they discovered to their dismay that it was Talon and his group. Hector’s hands balled into fists, as all the ways he could wring their necks crossed his mind. The binturongs huffed from under the counter. He noticed even Quirin’s gaze was dark, a rare thing for the more rational of the three of them.

"Her face was priceless!" One of the friends elbowed Talon’s side and nodded over to the counter. Talon’s smug expression only widened seeing them, “So what?” He strutted over to the counter and stood right next to Hector. Quirin saw his friend stroke the mechanism that held his sword.

“Get us some drinks will ya?” Lydia scowled at Talon, but obeyed. Two of his friend’s grabbed the bottles and stepped away.

“Aren’t you gonna pay for those?” Lydia demanded, her voice stern.

Talon leaned on the counter, invading into Hector’s space, and rested his face on one hand. “You’ll just put it on my father’s tab right? You owe him everything anyway for letting you keep this old wreck of a place.”

Before Lydia could answer, a menacing growl emanated from near Talon’s feet. He jumped back with a yelp and saw the binturongs step out, sitting on either side of Hector’s stool.

Quirin’s eyes met Hector’s and he gave a slight shake of his head. As angry as he was with them, starting something up was out of the question at the moment. Quirin knew Jarin wouldn’t need much of a reason to run them out of town.

“What the hell are those? Fluffy, ugly wolverines or somethin’?”

“They’re binturongs, also known as bear cats,” Hector stated sharply, as he absentmindedly moved the cup of water in front of him around.

“Well they certainly match you don’t they?” Talon sneered. Hector kept his eyes on the counter, ignoring the insult. “An even better match for that diplomat.” His hands tightened into fists. They just can’t leave her alone can they?

"You have your booze, now leave 'em be and go on your way,” Lydia ordered. There was a slight waver to her voice that only seemed to fuel Talon's aggression.

"I can stay here if I please. Besides, she's stayin' here isn't she?"

Lydia tightened her lips and turned away, busying herself with dishes on the counter. Quirin felt the urge to say something, but hesitated. Talon was just as hostile as Jarin, talking would only make things worse, but there had to be something they could do to put him in his place. Hector seemed to have something in mind.

"That's none of your business," Hector stated. His eyes flitted to Talon. "Now is it?"

"My father is the leader here. I'll be leader someday and run this whole town. It is my business!"

Hector stood and faced him. Raising his chin slightly, he looked down at Talon, who stood at least six inches shorter. "I hope to never see the day a little shit like you runs anythin’."

Quirin smirked, letting Hector continue to intimidate the arrogant child. He deserved at least that much. Several of Talon’s friends snickered, then stopped at his indignant glare. His fuming gaze found Hector again, “You dare disrespect me! You are guests here in my father’s town.”

Hector shrugged, “We ain't leavin’ soon enough in my opinion. Besides, seems you're just sour 'cause she turned you down. So why dontcha just go back to whatever hole you crawled out of?"

"I know she's here, but it doesn't matter. Even though she's pretty, I wouldn't be caught dead with a cow like her."

Hector's jaw clenched at the insult. He knew Talon was baiting him. Quirin narrowed his eyes at him and began debating what he would do if Hector retaliated. Probably not much…

Talon's friends were glancing nervously between him, Hector, and even Quirin. One was intently watching the bear cats and tried to tap Talon on the shoulder. He responded by smacking away his friend's hand. "Well you're her bodyguards right? A fat lot of good you did for her today. Couldn't even protect her from a dog!" His friends were shushing him now. Hector's hands flexed in and out of fists, trying to control himself. All he should do is intimidate Talon, make him feel some remorse for his actions. But he wanted to do more.

"I'd watch her more carefully if I were you," Talon warned. "You never know what's lurking in the dark." Hector snorted, forcing himself to turn and sit back down. "How light do you sleep? Would you even know if someone took her in the middle of the night?" Hector stopped after one step. Quirin saw a dark shadow pass over his face.

Talon stepped towards Hector. "Stole her away. And teach her to be submissive like she's supp-"

Quirin blinked and the whole scene in front of him had changed. Hector had his back to him now and Talon was sprawled out on the floor, holding his face in his hands.

Hector snapped and the bear cats stalked towards the dazed teenager on the ground. The group of friends started to panic, yet not a single one would step near the binturongs. Talon finally saw the reality around him, “Get them away!” He held his hands up to cover his face and blood trickled from his nose.

One friend looked at Quirin, “Stop him!”

Quirin quickly scanned Hector and could tell they weren’t in any real danger. His body wasn’t coiled and ready to pounce like it had been, now he was just tall and intimidating. But Quirin still kept himself ready to stop him if needed. He chuckled and took a draw from his tankard, “You think I can stop him?”

Their eyes were wide with panic. Hector stepped over Talon and released his blade, the terrifying sound echoing in the empty inn. Talon visibly flinched and yelped as Hector roughly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He easily lifted the boy off the ground and brought their faces within inches of each other. Hector’s upper lip was curled back into a terrifying snarl. “If you come near her again, my bear cats will be the least of your worries. I’ll make you regret the day you ever looked at her.” He paused, searching Talon’s eyes that he had heard him. “Do ya understand that?”

Tears welled in Talon’s eyes as he nodded his head. Hector released him and let his body hit the floor. Talon’s friends lifted him up and dragged him to the front doors.

“Aren’t you boys forgetting something?” Quirin’s voice rang out.

The boys all stared at him, dumbstruck, when one started rummaging through his pockets. He pulled out a purse full of coins and tossed them at the counter. Quirin nodded and they all scurried out the doors.

“Wow,” Lydia gawked at the two men. “No one has ever stood up to him like that.”

Hector could still feel the adrenaline coursing through him, alongside the rage. He didn’t understand. Why…how could they be so cruel to her? “Well, someone needed to,” he muttered.

“Well dinner is on the house. Thanks. Hopefully that’ll keep them outta here or get them to keep payin’ their bill,” Lydia thought aloud as she handed them a covered tray. “I hope she is doin’ well.”

“We’ll let her know. Thank you Lydia,” Quirin thanked her. Hector only nodded to her.

They made their way upstairs, the silence picking at Hector. He couldn't take it anymore, “I know, I know.” Quirin looked at him. He huffed and averted his eyes, “I shouldn’t have punched him. But he was fuckin’ askin’ for it.”

Quirin smirked, “I wasn’t going to say anything to you Hector.” He cocked a brow at him. “He deserved what he got.”

Hector smiled and they returned to their room. Adira was seated at the small table in the corner. Amelia was still curled up in their bed, an unfortunate sign that Adira was unable to convince her to eat. Quirin brought the food to the table and sat with her. Hector saw Delia saunter up to Amelia and nudge her hand with her nose. He went to snap at her to come back when he saw Amelia’s hand flop out and pat the bear cat on the head. Delia rested her head on the edge of the bed as Amelia lazily stroked between her ears. They ate dinner quietly and Hector watched throughout it how Amela's strokes became slower and slower, until they stopped altogether. He called Delia over, who reluctantly left Amelia’s side. Hector pet Delia and scratched under her chin, “Good girl.”

NEXT CHAPTER

Hector and Adira were up before dawn, as usual, and Quirin was up soon after. They wanted to leave quickly, but also wanted to let Amelia have her rest. Adira was packing up their things in their room, while Hector and Quirin prepared the horses and Argo. As they were getting things ready, a merchant rode by.

“You there!” he called out, steering even closer. Hector ignored him and secured the saddle on Argo. “Is that the only earring you own? Look at my wares! I have many other choices I’m sure you’ll love!” The merchant jumped down off his horse and began opening some boxes in his cart. Hector glared at him, hoping the man would take a hint. “Any piece of jewelry you can think of, I have!”

Hector went to tell the merchant to hit the road when something caught his eye. There was an earring set that looked similar to the pair that Amelia had lost. He stepped closer and studied them a little more. It wasn’t as similar as he had thought, but they were pretty. They were silver rather than gold and the gem that dangled from the diamond shaped base was surrounded by filigree rather than something solid. Plus the gems on her old earrings had been red, these were a deep blue.

She'd really like those. Wonder how much… Hector startled at the thought. Buying jewelry was for a couple, not for the kind of working relationship he had with her. Sure it was similar to her old ones, but wouldn’t it just make her upset and remind her of losing her old ones?

“See something you fancy?” The merchant interrupted his thoughts.

“Not sure yet,” Hector gruffed and the merchant backed up, finally taking the hint. He stared at the earrings again and continued debating what to do. A strange tugging in his stomach telling him to get them and his head telling him it was a bad idea.

“Hm,” Quirin hummed from behind. “Those look a lot like Amelia’s old earrings.” Hector didn’t answer, only folded his arms. Quirin looked at his friend, “Have you talked to her about last night yet?”

“...no…” Hector mumbled. Quirin nodded and stood there with him, waiting. “Would…would it be strange if I got 'em for her?”

Quirin smiled gently, “No, I don’t think so." He chuckled, "It would help you out in talking to her about last night.”

Hector nodded, distracted at the strange tightening in his chest when he thought about giving them to her. He pushed it aside and asked the merchant for the price, before he could change his mind. Hector paid him and took the small box in his hands. It suddenly dawned on him that he would have to give them to her now. That didn't sit well with him.

Adira came out of the inn with several packs and Hector stuffed the box into his belt pouch. He busied himself with preparing the animals, neglecting the strange feelings inside him. Amelia soon emerged from the inn, her hair pulled up into a braided bun and dressed in dark pants with a blue overcoat. Her left jawline had purple and yellow splotches forming. Dark circles framed under her eyes that were slightly red.

“Do I look that bad?” Amelia commented as she walked by.

“What?” He asked.

She glanced at him, her expression skeptical, “You’re staring at me like I died or something.”

Hector turned his focus back to packing up their things and didn’t answer her. He heard her sigh and wondered if he should give the earrings to Quirin. He would do better at giving them to her than he would. And he would still apologize, just at another time. As if he could hear his thoughts, Quirin’s gaze met his and he nodded his head in Amelia’s direction. Then Quirin had Adira follow him into the inn to gather the last of their things. The doors closed behind them, leaving Hector and Amelia alone. With her back to him, Hector stared at her, knowing that this was probably the only moment he would have to give her the gift and apologize. If they left on the road, he wouldn’t have another chance until they got back to the castle. And if he waited until then, he knew he wouldn’t do it.

Amelia was petting her horse as he approached, pulling the small box out of his belt pouch. His heart was pounding in his chest, “Amelia?” She turned and he thrust the box out in front of him. Her gaze fell from his eyes to the box. After a moment she hesitantly took it and opened it. There was no response, she only stared at them. Hector felt heat flood in his cheeks. She hates them…shit. This was a bad idea. He placed a hand on his hip and rubbed the back of his neck with the other, “I uh, thought you might like these…I know they aren’t the same as the other ones. And it doesn’t replace the old ones, but yeah. Just thought you’d like ‘em.” The only answer was a slow nod. He folded his arms, an irritated embarrassment dissolving the concerns from earlier. Shoulda known she’d need somethin’ fancier. “If you don’t like ‘em you don’t have to keep ‘em. It won’t hurt my feelings or anythin'.”

Amelia’s eyes finally left the earrings and met his. Hector’s sour mood disappeared seeing her eyes brimmed with tears. New worries clouded his mind, but she quickly quelled them. “No! I’m sorry that was extremely rude of me not to reply. It’s just…” She wiped her eyes and held the box against her chest. “This was very thoughtful of you Hector. It was a kind gesture after such a difficult day. It also reminded me how I need to apologize for my arrogant behavior yesterday.”

Hector’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What behavior?”

Amelia’s right hand dropped and found her worry stone. “I was arrogantly dismissive of you yesterday, when you tried to warn me of Jarin. Both you and Lydia were looking out for me and I let my pride get in the way. I am truly sorry for not listening to you. I suppose I deserve part of the treatment I received yesterday because of-”

“Don’t say that.” Amelia stopped mid-sentence and stared at him. “No one deserves that kinda treatment. 'Specially you.” Her dark blue eyes softened and Hector felt his chest tighten. He looked away, “Besides, I need to apologize to you. I was not very uh nice last night. When you had lost that earring. I didn’t realize how important they were to ya. Not to mention, we shoulda been there to protect you from that happening. I’m sorry I didn’t do my job.”

Amelia’s lips turned up in a genuine smile, “It’s fine Hector. You all did your job, I'm okay. Thank you for the apology and for the gift. I shouldn’t have been so dramatic. They are just earrings after all.”

Hector touched the pendant that sat under his shirt. He put himself in her shoes and understood. “You’re not dramatic Amelia. It was important to you. It reminded you of someone you loved. Someone who loved you.”

She reached out and touched the side of his arm, “Thank you.”

He felt a weird flutter in his stomach. Nodding, he retreated to Argo to strap on the pack Adira had brought out. Quirin and Adira came out of the inn minutes later with the last of their items. They saddled up and headed back to the castle. Adira and Amelia were ahead and chatting happily. Quirin rode up to Hector’s side and stayed at the same pace. Hector could feel his eyes on him and felt irritated.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I know. You’re just starin’ at me. Spit it out.”

Quirin shrugged, “I guess I’m just curious if you gave her the earrings? But you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Hector huffed, “Yes I gave ‘em to her. I apologized too if you’re wonderin’.”

“What did she say?”

Hector thought about their exchange, the weird fluttering in his stomach returned. “A lot of stuff. She talks a lot. She accepted my apology and the earrings. That’s all.”

He nodded and was quiet after that. Hector breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Quirin was less pointed about questioning him than Adira was. They were about a mile and a half from the inn when there was yelling behind them.

“They called your name,” Hector explained, looking at Amelia.

They all turned their animals to face back where they had come from. The Brotherhood formed a kind of barrier between Amelia and the mystery person. Lydia, on a horse, came around the bend of trees. “Amelia!”

“Lydia?” Amelia pushed her horse in front of the Brotherhood barrier. “What is it?”

Lydia slowed her horse who was panting heavily, “It’s a group of bandits! They were sayin’ something about gettin' their due now that the Dark Kingdom’s influence isn’t here anymore. Jarin is arguin’ with their leader and trying to get them to leave but they aren’t listenin’! Please can ya help us?”

The Brotherhood watched Amelia as she took in the information. Her gaze hardened and her hands tightened on her reins. Amelia was quiet as she contemplated everything Lydia had said.

Lydia spoke up again, “I know Jarin was a jerk to you. I don’t blame you for hatin’ him…and I’m not tryin’ to tell ya what to do….but we really need your help.” She hesitated and studied Amelia’s expression, which remained indifferent. “They were threatenin’ to hurt some of the people in the square if Jarin didn’t give ‘em what they wanted.”

Amelia sighed deeply, “Okay Lydia. I will go back.”

“What?!” Hector asked incredulously. “You’re gonna help that asshole after all he did?”

Her gaze trained on him and Hector was surprised to see how soft it was. “I’m not going to help Jarin. I’m going to help the people. They don’t deserve this.”

He pursed his lips and nodded, his anger melting into a similar discernment. They quickly followed Lydia back. As they approached the town square, Amelia felt a pang of anxiety as they turned down the road to the main hall. She heard the two men before even seeing them. The crowd spread apart for them as they rode up to the stables. Amelia stopped her horse at the edge of the group of people that had gathered around them.

"We don't have to do anything you say! We are not going to pay you to keep our roads safe when you're the ones who plunder it!" Jarin's face was red and a finger was pointed into the other man's chest.

"I'd think about my offer more carefully if I were you," the bandit leader replied. He was a tall and broad man, with long dark hair framing his strong jawline. He was dressed well and sported some impressive weaponry strapped all about him.

Amelia took a deep breath and dismounted. At this point, she wasn't terribly worried. It sounded like he wanted them to pay a tax to keep their town and roads 'safe' from any unwanted activity. And after last night she knew the Brotherhood would have her back. She slowly approached them and stood just off to the side as they continued their tirade at one another.

The bandit was the first to acknowledge her. He looked her over and smirked, "And what can I do for a pretty little thing like yourself?"

"What is your business here?" Amelia's voice was firm and unwavering.

"Straight and to the point hm? I like that. What's your name my dear?"

Amelia's face remained cool and calm, "I am Ambassador Amelia Renya from the Dark Kingdom. And who are you?"

"Roark Tryss,” he took her hand and kissed it, lingering longer than needed. He gave her a roguish wink and she replied with a coy smile.

Hector felt his eye twitch and was tempted to step up right behind her. What is he getting at? He glanced at Amelia and did a double take. A warmth spread through him seeing that she was wearing the earrings he’d gotten her this morning. He gently shook his head, trying to keep his focus on the situation.

"She's no one of your concern. She was just about to leave," Jarin hissed, his glare first at Amelia, then it found Lydia in the crowd.

"Actually I was requested back here, Jarin. Since, as you know, you are still currently a part of the Dark Kingdom."

Roark side-eyed Jarin, "You said you weren't associated with them anymore?"

"We aren't."

"Technically," Amelia butt in before they could start up again. "The paperwork hasn't been signed yet by King Edmund. Therefore, the city of Grey is still under the Dark Kingdom's jurisdiction." She looked at the bandit, "So I would think carefully before threatening them."

Jarin scowled at her, as if saying that the city, his city, still being under control of the Dark Kingdom was burning him. There was a tense silence as the two men stared at Amelia. The Brotherhood stood nearby, ready to step in if needed. Quirin felt calm, recognizing that the bandit was thinking through what she said. He smiled seeing her confident stance, despite being almost a foot shorter than both men. The only thing that worried him was the hostile energy rolling off Jarin.

Suddenly, Roark threw back his head in a loud laugh, "Ya know, I kinda like you Ambassador."

“Most people do,” Amelia casually replied. Then her face went somber, “But I must tell you. If you continue to threaten them while under our rule, I’m afraid we will have to take those threats seriously.” She paused, letting him take in the weight of her words. “And I must let you know, we are not idle people Roark.”

The serious shift in his expression caused Hector to step forward slightly and lock eyes with him. Hector straightened his posture to stand tall, his defensive instincts thrumming in his veins. Roark looked back to Amelia, "Seems so." His eyes found Jarin. "We're not finished yet. We'll be back in a few weeks to finish this."

Roark gave Amelia a sly wink, then motioned for his men to follow them. They all watched them leave. Once they were out of sight, Jarin whirled on her, "Of course you came swooping in here! Meddling into our business again!" Amelia held back the urge to snap on him, when someone from the crowd stepped forward. Both their gazes turned to the woman.

"It's okay, Jarin. She bought us enough time that when they come back we will have all those extra guards."

Amelia's face fell into a confused frown, then an annoyed realization. Her eyes found Jarin looking away from her angry gaze.

"You didn't tell them?" Jarin went to answer but she cut him off. "What else have you been promising your people here? Telling them what they want to hear and when we don't deliver, blaming it all on us?"

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Tell them,” Amelia threatened through gritted teeth. When he didn’t reply she added on, “Or I will.”

"Of course you keep trying to meddle into our business! Proving how great you are and trying to-”

“This isn’t a pissing contest Jarin!” Amelia’s sharp words reverberated off the main hall and the surrounding buildings. “This is about the safety of the people! Your people.”

“I can protect my people, Ambassador. I don’t need you telling me what to do,” Jarin sneered.

Amelia rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh, “I’m not telling you what to do Jarin. Now, either you tell them the truth or I will.” Jarin folded his arms and stared at her defiantly. Amelia clenched her jaw, “Fine.” She turned and faced the people. A smear of anxiety swept through her at their hardened gazes. Gripping her rock she felt the anxiety melt. “I am sorry to deliver this news to you, but once Grey has officially seceded from the Dark Kingdom you won’t have any of our guards here. Nor the supplies.”

Angry sounds came from all around her. Amelia took a deep breath, letting them process that information. Her eyes opened to the Brotherhood, they were on edge. She felt dread fill her at the idea of them trying to get her and themselves out of here safely. If the crowd became too restless, too rowdy, they could easily be in deep trouble. Trying to fight their way out wouldn't end well. She was determined to make sure they all left here safely.

“How can you just abandon us?!”

“This is exactly why we want to secede!”

“No wonder Jarin hates the Dark Kingdom!”

Amelia held out her hands, hoping to placate the crowd. “I understand your frustrations, but you must understand. The guards we have are spread extremely thin. If Grey is not apart of our kingdom it is difficult for us to-”

“You say you’re trying to do this for our safety, like you care for our people, yet you are taking the guards away!”

Amelia looked to the general direction of the comment. “I do care about the people here. I thought Jarin had made everyone aware of this consequence. This was something that was discussed months ago when seceding was first brought up.” There was more murmuring in the crowd. “Jarin told me that it was clear that the guards would be removed. We let him know that we can still send guards here when called upon, but we need to divide our resources more efficiently.” The Brotherhood could see her pause, like she was holding something back. “We even offered some supplies to help for your first few months after seceding, but Jarin reassured me that it wasn’t needed.”

“You lying bitch!” Jarin snarled, stepping towards her.

Amelia stood her ground and a voice called out from the crowd, “How do we know she is telling the truth?”

“Other than my word, you don’t know,” Amelia replied calmly. “I will say, if I really didn’t care why did I come back today? Even if you aren’t a part of the Dark Kingdom, you are within our borders. We want to ensure you succeed, even as your own city state.”

“Quit lying to them!” Jarin hollered, his voice was going hoarse.

Amelia turned to face him now, her posture still confident and strong. “I’m not lying to them, Jarin. You see, that’s the thing about me. I may be an annoyingly shrill and bitchy 'politician', but at least I’m honest.”

Jarin was silent, glaring at her. Hector watched him carefully, worried what was going to happen next. The crowd had calmed more and more as Amelia talked to them, but he was still concerned what Jarin would say to rile them up again.

“So, I am offering everyone here this,” Amelia faced the crowd once more. “We are always looking to expand our population at the castle. I know you were hurt in many ways by being sent away all those years ago. King Edmund is not only looking to rebuild relations with the surrounding kingdoms, but with all the people in the Dark Kingdom as well. This includes you. The Moonstone and its black rocks were a terrible blight on this land that is now gone. Hopefully, this gives us all a clean slate to fix those past mistakes and misdeeds. To start anew. King Edmund wanted me to extend this offer to anyone willing to move to the city center or surrounding areas of the castle.

"I am sorry that we cannot keep a set of guards here once you are seceded, but it is in the contract that we are to retract any Dark Kingdom officials from the city unless they are requested. Any questions you have may be directed at Jarin, as he was a part of the decision-making when the contract was drafted. I am also available by letter to answer any questions you might have. My hope is that this can be a start of a peaceful time between all of us."

The information hung in the air, like a thick mist. Amelia scanned the faces of the crowd, her nerves firing all sorts of instinctual cues at her. To run. To stand her ground. To keep talking. To lie, even. The hum of conversation filled the air and the tension started dissipating. Some people were breaking off of the group and returning to their lives. Others stayed talking to one another. Amelia let out a sigh of relief and stared at her feet for some time, trying to calm the storm inside her.

Quirin chuckled to himself, "She is really good at this."

"Yes," Adira added on. "I really thought we were going to be fighting our way out through a mob of angry people."

Hector grunted and folded his arms. Amelia sauntered over through the now moving crowd, her head pounding with every step she took and an exhausted expression plastered on her face. "I'm ready to go back to the castle."

Before any of them could acknowledge her request, there was a small commotion behind her. Their gazes all fell upon Jarin, pushing his way through the crowd, straight for Amelia. As a group of people passed in front of them, Amelia took a step back, almost bumping into Quirin.

He touched her upper arm and leaned down, whispering into her ear, "We're here for you."

Amelia nodded slowly and straightened her posture. Jarin stopped a few feet in front of her, his eyes scanned behind her before their gazes locked. "Well, you certainly got what you wanted didn't you?"

“I only wish for them to be informed, Jarin. The decision to secede doesn’t just include you and your interests,” Amelia stated firmly.

“Well,” he grumbled, then plastered on a fake smile. “Shall we make it that way? Let us renegotiate the contract and make it so we can help the people here rather than hurt.”

“No.” Amelia turned and approached her horse.

“I’m sorry?” Jarin blinked several times. Even the Brotherhood watched her with curious eyes.

Amelia mounted her horse and looked down at him, “I said no.”

Jarin scoffed, “It is a simple request, Ambassador. I don’t see how-”

“I apologize, but my time is very valuable. I was asked to return to the castle today and so I must.”

"You won't give up any more time for us? I thought we were still technically a part of the Dark Kingdom? Still your people!" Jarin called out, looking at the few people who were still in the square.

Amelia let out a tired sigh. "Jarin, I have spent four days here. Four days in which you hardly spoke to me and dismissed me every time I tried to speak with you." Her voice grew sharp. "If you wanted to renegotiate the terms of the contract, which we finalized over a month ago, then you should have said something when I arrived."

"You can't spare even one day of your precious time to help us?"

Amelia's eyes narrowed, any trace of civility now gone, "Are you aware I was only supposed to be here for three days?" Jarin's smug smirk fell. "I requested to stay here an extra day for the dinner you invited me too. And yes, I didn't end up attending, but there were extenuating circumstances. Not to mention, my invitation had been withdrawn."

Hector and Adira snickered at Jarin’s flummoxed demeanor. “Yes well, uh, I have- or I will -talk with my son and ensure his apology is given to you. That was an unforeseeable and unfortunate-”

“Jarin.” Amelia’s voice made him wince. Her gaze on him was fierce and Adira felt a prickle of concern. It melted as Amelia took a deep breath and her gaze softened, only slightly. “Enough with the lies. I do not need you to grovel at me. I only wish for you to take being a leader here seriously and think about things other than yourself. I also hope you will work on letting your hatred for King Edmund go. It’s poisoning you.”

“Don’t lecture me on my personal life, Ambassador. I could do the same to you,” Jarin growled.

Amelia pursed her lips and nodded, “Fair enough. If you wish to renegotiate the contract, I am more than happy too. When would be a good time to return.” His wide eyed stare and lack of a response made her eye twitch. “You may write to me at the castle and I will respond in a timely manner to fast track the process. Good-bye Jarin. I hope we are able to figure something out.”

Jarin went to reply, but was interrupted by several villagers with questions about the seceding contract. He only nodded to Amelia and then left quickly. She couldn’t help the smirk that played on her lips as more people began to gather around him. A part of her hated that this is what had happened, but a larger part of herself was glad that he was getting what he deserved after everything.

The Brotherhood mounted their animals and together they made their way out of the city of Grey. As they were leaving the square, Amelia spied Talon with his friends at the corner of a building. As they passed he nodded and bowed his head at Amelia. She looked at him stoically and noticed the bruising on his nose that spread to his eyes. Her brow raised, realizing that his kinder attitude towards her and his injuries were probably no coincidence. Hector nodded to Talon with a dark and knowing look. They continued on and Amelia glanced at each of the Brotherhood, her eyes lingered on Hector who only shrugged. She tried to turn away before they could see her small smile, but was unsuccessful. Once they were far enough away, the Brotherhood all started laughing.

Amelia’s face was serious, “What?”

“I wish I could have a painting made of Jarin’s face when you called him out about yesterday. That was priceless,” Adira punctuated each word of the last sentence.

Amelia tried to smile, but her nagging thoughts were slithering deeper into her mind. Quirin rode up to her side, “You really did well back there. I know I’m not as experienced in matters of the court, but that was very impressive Amelia.”

“Thank you Quirin.” Her voice was small and distant.

“Come on Amelia! You really stuck it to ‘im back there!” Hector’s giddy attitude was almost infectious.

Amelia’s grip on her reins tightened. “Yes, I ‘stuck it to him’ as you say. But I still failed to stop Grey from seceding. They will still leave the Dark Kingdom, even though I was sent there specifically to prevent that from happening.”

Adira’s brow furrowed, “Edmund only said you needed to try to prevent that from happening. It wasn’t a deal breaker if it didn’t happen Amelia.”

“You don’t understand,” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Understand what?”

“I’m not worried about what King Edmund will say,” Amelia stated, her eyes focused on the road ahead. “I’m worried about how this will make us look to other countries and diplomats.”

“What d’you mean?” Hector asked.

“It’s a major sign of incompetency if you can’t keep your cities in line.” Amelia stated flatly. Adira and Hector saw Quirin’s eyes turn down. “Allowing a city or area to secede is a flaw in the system, according to other kingdoms. If we can’t even keep our cities in line, what makes us trustworthy to other kingdoms that we will keep our trades and goods flowing? Or keep our end of the treaties made?” There was a strained silence as the animals walked. Adira and Hector looked to Quirin who solemnly nodded, telling them that she was right. She sighed, “Don’t let me bring your spirits down. I’m going to ride ahead and I would like to be left to my thoughts. I have a lot of things to go over.” Her horse trotted ahead slightly then returned to a walking pace. She was alone yet again. Just as I deserve.

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The Power of a Good Book - Twilight AU Series

Word Count: 3,384 Demetri x OC Final Part Warnings: Angst, fluff

Summary:  This is my Twilight AU Series   – Demetri’s on a mission with some of the other guards and gets injured and is unconscious but somehow wakes up to find himself in Amelia’s apartment in our world, where she knows him as a character from the Twilight book/movie series. It’s takes a little getting used to for both of them but it turns out that they’re mates and fall for each other but after two months in our world, Amelia wakes up one morning to discover he’s gone...He wakes up in his room without her...Will they ever find each other again?

Please note as this is an AU series and time works differently in ‘Our World’ compared to the ‘Twilight Universe.’ ​

 ***Twilight Universe***

It’s been two decades since Demetri met and lost Amelia and he had changed over the years, something everyone in the castle has noticed.

At first, he carried on as normal, tracking down vampires as needed, training the guards with Felix and carrying out his guard duties. He was known for being calm and collected, although everyone knew he had a temper but they rarely saw it unless someone really pushed him to breaking point.

Afton did just this about five years after the ‘incident’ “Hey, snap out of this depressed state you’re in, it’s not like this Amelia of yours is real. I mean we all know you look for her when you go on missions and you’ve yet to find her and you know why that is? It’s because she’s.not.real” Demetri growled and tore him apart limb from limb, he was about to set the pieces on fire when Felix grabbed the lighter and threw it in the opposite direction “Don’t! He’s not worth it. What would Amelia think?” Felix said as he held his friend back “Alec reassemble the prick. I’m taking D hunting.” Alec nodded but took the pieces to the throne room instead and explained what happened to the Kings.

Caius was seething and only reattached his head and one arm “Read his thoughts. I don’t trust a thing that comes out of his mouth” Caius held him tightly around the neck “Just give me a reason” He growled low in Afton’s ear “I dare you.”

Aro saw everything, every word, every insult Afton had spoken to Demetri over the centuries, including the stuff about Amelia over the last five years. “Demetri has the patience of a saint. It’s taken you five years to finally provoke him into attacking you. I will not be punishing Demetri for this, if that were your intent” Afton opened his mouth to speak “I’d choose your next words very carefully boy” Marcus warned before growling at him. Caius tightened his grip on Afton’s neck and he closed his mouth, choosing to remain silent. “You should remember you’re only here because of Chelsea, if it weren’t for her, you would not be a part of the Guard.” Caius told him knowing the throne room wasn’t empty as some of the guards were on duty. Chelsea was at the back of the room and was shaking her head at her mate’s actions and she wasn’t impressed. ‘poor Demetri. He doesn’t deserve this shit’ she thought to herself.  

As time went on Demetri became sad, depressed, and withdrawn; nothing mattered any more, he had met and lost his mate, his one, the only one he’d ever love and he had no way of finding her again. He finally understood how Marcus had been feeling for the last few thousand years.

Jane was worried about Demetri as she hadn’t seen him for a few days so she went looking for him, starting with his room and found him lying on his bed facing the window. She entered his room gently closed the door behind her and crawled on the bed behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist “I’m sorry we haven’t found her yet, but we will. I promise you Demetri, Alec and I won’t give up” She pressed a kiss to his hair and held him as sobs racked through his body. He squeezed her hand gently to show his gratitude.

Over the last few years Demetri left his room for the fortnightly tours only. If he was required to track anyone he did so from his room and called or texted Felix and the twins with the information they needed. Aro and his brothers understood this and let him be.

Afton was talking to a few of the lower guards about Demetri and not in a good way. “I reckon they’ll replace him soon. I mean what’s the point of having a tracker that doesn’t track anyone?” Afton asked “He’s the world’s best tracker Afton, they’re not going to replace him” Josh replied, defending Demetri “Not to mention his gift allows him to track people from anywhere, the castle included” Matt added “He’s only the best until they find someone better” Afton countered. A loud snarl filled the room and they turned to see Alec and Jane standing in the doorway “DEMETRI IS THE BEST” Jane shouted and turned her gaze to Afton and he dropped to the floor screaming “NOONE IS REPLACING DEMETRI!! NOT NOW! NOT EVER!” Alec growled loudly and watched as the lower guards cowered, with the exception of Josh and Matt “That’s what I told them” “I know Josh, we heard defend Demetri” Jane smiled at him and watched him and Matt leave the room. The twins then warned the few guards left in the room that if they ever bad-mouthed Demetri again and they heard them, they’d be sorry.

Most recently Demetri stopped leaving his room for everything, including the fortnightly tours having given up on his immortality. “Come on D, tour day” Felix said as he entered his best friend’s room “What’s the point Fe? I’m going to have to spend forever alone and I…I don’t want to” “Come on D, don’t talk like that, you have plenty to live for and I know Amelia will come back into your life when the time is right” Felix said comforting his friend “It’s been twenty years Fe, she’s probably married by now” He replied “I don’t believe that. You don’t really believe that. You’re mates so she’s probably just as sad as you are” Felix responded and Demetri just shrugged but made no effort to move.

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***Our World***

It had been two years since Demetri disappeared from Amelia’s apartment, from her life and she was heartbroken then and still feels that way now. She had stayed living in the apartment hoping he would find his way back to her but he hadn’t. Amelia wouldn’t even go on holiday in case he came back for her.

Molly finally convinced her to move out of the apartment “Amelia he isn’t coming back and I know it hurts but he’s obviously stuck in his universe. You need to move on, he’d understand” “I don’t want to move on, he’s my mate and I’m his. I love him and that’s never going to change” Amelia replied “I know hunny, but at least think about moving. A fresh start in a new home may help you to deal with everything” Molly responded and Amelia sighed knowing her friend was right. Everywhere she looked she saw Demetri and memories came rushing back every time.

She watched as the removal men loaded the last of the boxes into the van before putting her little suitcase in the boot of her car with the other items she didn’t trust the removal men with. The case held her laptop, Twilight books, Twilight Blu-ray boxset, other books and Blu-rays.

Amelia arrived at the new apartment building and made her way inside going up to the fourth floor wheeling her case behind her. She entered her new apartment to see the empty shell ready for her to decorate and make it her own. She opened a door in the hallway to find it was a closet, a closet deep enough to step into which would make a great storage space. She stepped inside the closet her case still in hand and stepped out into a room with cream coloured stone walls. She turned around and instead of a door she sees a large wall mounted mirror behind her that reaches down to the wooden floor. She raised her arm up holding her hand out and touched the mirror to find it was solid ‘what else were you expecting’ she thought to herself.

She had no idea where she was but she knew she wasn’t in her new apartment any longer.

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***Twilight Universe***

Demetri was in his room lying on his bed looking out of the balcony doors thinking about Amelia; he always thinks of her ‘I wish you were here with me darling or that I was there with you’ He missed her more the longer they were apart. He had practically given up on his immortal life, no longer enjoying the hunting trips he, Alec, Jane and Felix would partake in during missions, the occasional hunting trip he and Felix went on just because they fancied a night out, no longer enjoying travelling the world as it just reminded him that he’d never get to share any of these things with Amelia.

All of a sudden something changes; his senses were instantly on high alert and he could feel something prodding at the back of his mind; a tenor calling out to him. The tenor was familiar, bright, warm, loving and it felt like home; her tenor was calling to him “Amelia” He breathed and let his mind relax allowing himself to track her, she was in the castle; a castle full of vampires and he had to find her fast.

He quickly climbed off the bed and took off running out of his room not caring that he was barefoot and dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He made his way to the upper level of the West Wing, Marcus’ wing. “Amelia” He called out as he slowed to walk down the corridor. She thought she heard her name and turned towards the door “Amelia, Amelia. Darling” She recognised that voice, his voice “Demetri” She called back and ran to the door, opening it and running into the corridor “Demetri” She called again and saw him standing there smiling at her. She blinked and suddenly he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms “I’ve missed you so much mi amore” He says low in her ear as his arms wrap around her tightly, kissing her hair “I’ve missed you too Dem” She replied, tears beginning to fall as she wrapped her arms around him return.  

He pulled back from her a little as he felt his t-shirt getting a little wet, his hands cupping her face as he wipes away her tears with his thumbs “Sshh, don’t cry darling. You’re here now and I’m never letting you go again” He kissed her forehead and held her to him again. “Y-you left without say-saying goodbye” “I know, but it wasn’t my choice. I went to bed with you in my arms but woke up alone here in my room” He replied “I know, but it doesn’t hurt any less” “It hurt me too that I didn’t get to say goodbye, that I couldn’t bring you back here with me” He tells her as tightens his hold a little more.

A few moments pass as they just hold each other tightly “You look as young as the day I met you Lia, how is that possible?” He asked low pulling back to look her again, her face held a confused expression. “It’s been twenty years since I last saw you my darling” He explained and she shook her head “Not-not for me. It’s been two years, but it feels so much longer” She replied and pulled him down for a kiss. The moment their lips touched soft moans left them both and he deepened the kiss “I love you Lia” He kissed her again “I love you too Dem” She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist.

Felix went to Demetri’s room to bring him some blood bags as he refused to attend the fortnightly feedings, only to find he wasn’t in his room. This confused Felix as his friend hadn’t left his room in a few years. Felix caught the scent of ‘Cherry and Vanilla’ and heard the faint sound of a heartbeat; he followed the scent and the heartbeat and saw the back of Demetri. Demetri tensed and growled low as he caught Felix’s scent and turned to face him, one hand going to Amelia’s hip to hold her in place behind him. “D, are you ok?” Felix asked “I’m fine” Demetri growled back and Amelia looked around Demetri and saw Felix standing there “Hello Felix” Amelia smiled at him “Oh my god. Y-you’re Amelia” Felix replied “Guilty” She replied and placed her hand on Demetri’s arm “D, I’m going to come a little closer. I’m not going to hurt her. I promise” Felix said looking his friend in the eyes and holding up his hands in front of him.

“How did you get here Amelia?” Felix asks “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you” She replied "Try me. It can’t be any weirder than D being unconscious here at the castle for months but being conscious and walking around in your world with you” Felix responded “I was moving into a new apartment today and I opened the closet door stepping inside and stepped out into that room…” She pointed to the door behind her “…it appears I stepped through the mirror but when I touched it, it was solid” She waited for them to laugh at her but they didn’t. “See D, I told you she would come back to you when the time was right” Felix said looking at Demetri “Do you have anything with you?” Demetri asked Amelia “Yes, my little suitcase, it has my laptop, twilight books and Blu-ray boxset as well as some other books and Blu-rays” She replied “Felix can you take Lia’s case to our room please?” “Of course D. I’ll sort it out” Felix replied.

Demetri took Amelia’s hand in his and led her to Chelsea’s room and knocked on the door “Come in” Chelsea’s voice called out from the other side of the door. “Hi Chelsea, I need your help” Demetri said as he entered her room “Of course. What do you need?” She replied “This is Amelia. She’s my mate…” “Oh my god” Chelsea cut him off, a look of shock on her face “Sh-she’s…y-you…I mean…” “I know Chels” Demetri said softly, placing a hand on her arm “H-how?” She asked “I don’t know, all I know is she’s here and I can’t lose her, I won’t lose her…not again” He cuts himself off as he looks down at Amelia lovingly and smiles “I don’t know how your gift works exactly…but I need you to use it on her…on us. Please” He adds “My gift doesn’t affect romantically bonded couples; those ties are stronger than my gift” She answers sympathetically “It’s ok Chelsea, I knew that” Amelia replied “It’s not ok Amelia, I could lose you” He looked down at her, a look of fear in his eyes “I can tie her to another member of our family, giving her a second tie to us…I could tie her to me…create a friend or familial bond with her. The emotional bond made will be nearly as strong as your romantic one.”

Demetri looked unsure as he and Chelsea had never been close friends mainly due to his dislike of her mate, Afton. “I can tie her to someone else if you prefer, someone you’re close to…someone you trust like Felix or Marcus” Chelsea offered, Demetri thought for a moment before responding “Will it work Chelsea?” “Honestly, I can’t promise the new bond will keep her here. I mainly use my gift to keep our family bonded to each other seeing as it’s quite large and as some of the lower guards are prone to fighting Corin steps in to keep things harmonious” She replied and he nodded “Thank you for explaining your gift to us, I know you like to keep it private and now I understand why.” “Afton, go ask Marcus to come here, it’s important” Chelsea says, her eyes never leaving Demetri and Amelia.

Silence filled the room as Demetri let the information he just learnt sink in, torn between letting Chelsea create a bond between herself and Amelia or refuse and risk offending her by choosing someone else. There was a knock on the door and a moment later Marcus entered the room. He took one look at Amelia and he knew who she was and more importantly who she was to Demetri.

“Can I ask are you planning on turning her?” Chelsea asks curiosity shining in her eyes “Yes, yes he is.” Amelia replies before Demetri can “I think that is a good idea my boy and it may help keep her here too…in our world” Marcus adds smiling at Amelia. “Ok then. I will create a bond between us now whilst you’re still human Amelia and then I will do the same again once you’re immortal. Anything I can do to help keep you here I will. You’re family now and we protect our own” Chelsea smiled at both Demetri and Amelia “Thank you” Demetri and Amelia replied at the same time.

“If Demetri and Amelia agree I would like you to form a familial bond between myself and Amelia. The more bonds she has here…with us can only be a good thing” Marcus says looking at them “It-it would be an honour and much appreciated master” Demetri replied smiling and bowed his head “Yes, thank you Marcus” Amelia added with a smile of her own.

“If you agree Demetri I would like to sit with you whilst her transformation takes place…just in case I’m needed” Chelsea offered “I would appreciate that very much” He replied with a smile “You’re welcome, although I have to ask you both not to share what you have learnt today with anyone…the guards may start to question their decision to be here…their loyalty to our family” “Of course Chelsea. Your secret is safe with us” Demetri replied and Amelia nodded “I promise too.”

Chelsea took Amelia’s hands in hers “Look at me Amelia and relax, this won’t hurt” “I know and thank you for this” Amelia replied and Chelsea smiled at her. Chelsea looked into her eyes and concentrated on creating a familial bond as it’s stronger than a friendship bond and the next strongest bond behind the mate bond. Chelsea then created a familial bond between Marcus and Amelia “I will strengthen our bonds to you once you’re immortal Amelia” Chelsea tells her with a smile.

Marcus, Demetri and Amelia made their way to the throne room so that Demetri could introduce Amelia to Aro, Caius, Dora and Sulpicia and the looks on their faces went from shock to happiness to surprise and back to happiness. Amelia couldn’t help but chuckle “I bet they thought you were bat shit crazy when you told them about me and ‘my world’” She said looking up at Demetri who smiled back at her “If they did, they never told me directly” She nodded in response before turning back to face the two Kings and their wives. Marcus had stayed standing beside Amelia, with Demetri on the other side of her.

Demetri changed Amelia later that night as he didn’t want to risk losing her again “Are you sure you’re ok with this darling?” He asked and held her in his arms “It’s been too long since we were together and I don’t want to risk going to sleep in your arms only to wake up alone back in ‘my world’ So yes I’m sure” She replied and felt him smile against her neck “I love you Lia, more than you know” “I love you too Dem with everything I am.” He pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss before adjusting her in his arms. “This will hurt darling and I’m sorry for that, but I will be here throughout. I promise” He kissed her neck before biting her, letting his venom flow through her system.

Marcus was right Fate had had a plan for them and it was to bring Amelia into ‘his world’ to be with him.

Everyone noticed that the ‘old’ Demetri was back the moment Amelia arrived at the castle and they welcomed her with open arms.

Amelia and Demetri were sitting on the castle roof watching the fireworks being let off around the city “Happy New Year Dem” “Happy New Year darling.” Amelia and Demetri had celebrated 50 years together and were looking forward to many many more.  

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Plot Bunny Ask Game: Fandom: The Witcher ~ Love Interest: Jaskier ~ Faceclaim: Amelia Gething (The Spanish Princess), please?

people love this bard bitch and honestly....I completely get it I too want him to sing me a diddy. I hope you enjoy this OC anon, and your face claim choice is just *chef's kiss*

Name: Katjila Dacarrann

Face Claim: Amelia Gething (The Spanish Princess)

Gender: Female

Katjila is of the Temerian nobility. In fact, she is lady-in-waiting to the Queen of Temeria herself - making her saught after by many suitors. But none of them, it seems, are able to catch her eyes. Or hold her interest for very long. She craves a life outside of the nobility, outside of the castle walls. This causes her to often dive into books and fairy tales, dreaming about being a part of one and maybe even writing some of her own. She is loyal and true, a bit head-in-the-clouds about life, and prefers the company of her books to that of real people. But when a certain bard comes to court, spewing tales of his adventures with a Witcher, Katjila is immediately captivated.

If you would like to take this OC, please comment/message me!