#and they both love her dearly and live happily ever after

[legolasghosty]

Wedding Purrs

OKAY so @michelangelinden (my beloved fiance /p /lh) sent me this post and said WILLEX! And ya know what? He's right. And thus, here we are. Enjoy!

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Alex takes in a deep breath, fumbling with the folded paper he’s had in his suit jacket pocket for the last couple of hours. He’s pretty sure today couldn’t get any better, and he knows it wouldn’t ruin it if he ripped the speech he’s been working on for months in half. However, his friends would tease him about it for decades if he messed up his vows at his own wedding.

He carefully unfolds it, his eyes darting between it and the beautiful person in front of him. “Willie Antonio Ortega-Covington,” he begins. “I don’t know what I can say to you today that I haven’t already said, but here goes.”

Willie stands barely a foot away, hands fidgeting with the gauzy blue train that fell like a cape around their shoulders, cheeks barely able to contain his smile. Alex wishes he could grab one of their hands, but with the paper in one hand and the mic in the other, that isn’t happening. Stupid vows.

“We’d be here all day if I tried to list out all the ways you’ve changed me for the better, so here’s the SparkNotes version,” Alex continues. “As my best friend, you helped me have the strength to be myself. You’re the reason I learned to paint and always check all the pockets of my jeans before we do laundry.”

Willie chuckles, biting their lip in a way that makes Alex want to skip to the end of the ceremony. But then he glances over Alex’s shoulder, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Alex pauses and raises his eyebrows in question. If something is wrong, they’ll figure it out. Together. Behind his soon-to-be-spouse, Alex notices Julie looking around as well, a little more covertly. He tilts his head, trying to figure out what’s going on. Then Julie leans forward to whisper in Willie’s ear.

“There’s a cat,” she hisses, just loud enough for Alex to catch the words too.

“Where?” Willie responds, that flicker of mischief that Alex fell for in middle school appearing in their eyes.

Julie nods toward something past Alex and he can see the exact moment that Willie spies the feline.

“Sorry, I think we need to stop for a second,” Alex says into the mic, turning back to the guests sitting all over the massive lawn of Willie’s childhood home. Mansion. Whatever. “There’s a cat.”

That gets a peal of laughter from their assembled friends and family as Alex hands the microphone to Caleb, who gives him an amused smile. He tucks his vows back into his pocket as he turns to see a little tabby cat scampering across the grass towards them. He can’t resist letting out a little awww at the sight.

Willie had dropped into a crouch as soon as Alex stopped the wedding, so Alex joins him on the ground, attempting to not get grass stains on his light pink suit. The cat scurries closer, eyes fixed on the vines trailing all over the big, white arbor they’re now kneeling under. 

“Hi baby,” Willie murmurs, holding out a hand to the cat.

“Mrow,” the cat responds, its head turning to look at Willie curiously.

Alex holds out a hand too, entranced by the little animal. Caleb steps out of the way, chuckling lightly as he joins Julie and Reggie behind Willie.

“Where did you come from?” Willie asks under his breath.

The cat pads right up to sniff at Willie’s outstretched fingers, drawing an excited giggle from them. It must decide that he’s okay, because it starts headbutting his hand until Willie flips it over to scratch the side of its head.

“I think it likes you,” Alex comments softly, watching his almost-husband stroke the feline’s black and grey fur. 

Willie doesn’t turn to look at him, but they fumble around for his hand with the one that isn’t petting the cat and squeeze gently when their fingers lace together. Alex moves a little closer and moves his free hand closer to the cat. It immediately starts demanding pets from him too, giving a tiny meow of protest when Alex lifts his hand away.

“Think dad would murder me if I got cat hair on my top?” Willie asks.

“It’s your wedding,” Alex points out. “I love the guy but he can deal.”

“I heard that,” Caleb calls from a few steps behind them, clearly amused.

Willie’s cheeks darken a few shades as he lets go of Alex’s hand, first to flip his dad off over his shoulder, then to gently lift the small cat into his arms. Alex places his own hand on their elbow, helping them stand up without dropping the animal or tripping over the flowy fabric of their teal pants. Julie moves forward to adjust the train as well, but Alex is pretty sure it’s mainly an excuse to get a better look at the cat nestled in Willie’s embrace. Which-fair.

“I thought you guys were going to wait a while before looking at adopting a kid,” Luke snarks from behind Alex.

“Chill, it probably has a family around here,” Alex protests, as if he isn’t already trying to remember where the nearest pet store is to his and Willie’s apartment. 

“She’ll probably run away in a few,” Willie agreed a little sadly. “But it’s our wedding, let us live, Patterson.”

Luke starts to say something but gets cut off sharply by what Alex is pretty sure is Carrie smacking him. He doesn’t bother turning around. He’s too busy with his nearly-permanent partner and the way the cat has started purring in their arms.

“She?” he asks, scratching under the feline’s chin.

“Yep, checked when I picked her up,” Willie confirms.

“Wow, you’re just going to assume the cat’s pronouns?” Alex jokes.

Willie giggles and sticks his tongue out at him. Alex retaliates by leaning in to peck him lightly on the lips.

“I love you,” Willie murmurs when Alex pulls back.

“Hey, quit cutting ahead!” Reggie hollered, making everyone laugh.

“Good thing I already did my vows,” Willie says. “Pretty sure her purring would mess with the microphone.”

Sure enough, the cat seems to have no intention of moving from her cozy spot in Willie’s arms. She keeps headbutting his bare bicep whenever he pauses in his stroking for a moment.

“Darn, I still have to get through mine without crying,” Alex replies, giving the kitty one last scritch behind the ears before reaching for the crumpled paper.

“Well you can blame it on your fake cat allergies now if you do,” Willie teases.

“Leave my gaslighting mother out of this,” Alex retorts lightly. 

“Are we going to get this show back on the road or not?” Caleb interrupts as he returns to his place between them.

“Right, sorry,” Alex says, taking the microphone. He skims down the page in his hands before finding his place. “Sorry about that everyone,” he calls to the audience before continuing his vows.

The cat seems content to stay in Willie’s arms, even though both of the soon-to-be-weds cry during Alex’s vows. The stupid piece of paper is torn in a few places by the time he’s done, but Alex manages to make it all the way through. And suddenly Luke is tapping him on the shoulder and handing him a slender, titanium band.

Willie has to shift the cat a little bit to get his left hand free for Alex to slide the ring onto. Caleb reads out the first portion of the script they’d agreed on, but before Alex can echo the words, the feline is clambering out of Willie’s grasp, up his arm, and leaping across the space between them to land on Alex’s shoulder.

Alex lets out a gasp, startled by the weight, but leans forward slightly to give the cat more surface area to stand on. Among a myriad of reactions for their watching guests, the cat sits down primly, nuzzling Alex’s hair and sinking her claws into his shoulder. When Alex’s eyes return to his almost-legally-bound person’s face, he finds them grinning and holding back a laugh.

“Well, that solves that problem I guess,” Alex offers, resisting the urge to shrug.

“Only you, William,” Caleb mutters affectionately under his breath before continuing through the ring exchange.

The kitty stays on Alex’s shoulder all through the rest of the ceremony and purrs right in their ears when they kiss. Alex can’t help but laugh as he walks back down the aisle, Willie’s train rippling in the breeze behind them and their hands clasped together. Thank goodness they did all their pictures before the wedding so they get to go straight into the house for the reception.

“Think I should ditch the train for the reception?” Willie muses once they get back to his old bedroom, where they’d gotten ready that morning. “I mean it’s fun and all, but it’s gonna get tangled on something with all the tables and stuff.”

“That is entirely your call,” Alex answers, leaning in to kiss him again just because he can. “But I’ll help you either way.”

“That is both adorable and entirely unhelpful,” Willie teases, glancing at the full length mirror hanging on the back of the door.

The cat chooses that moment to launch herself off of Alex’s shoulder and onto Willie’s bed, then to the floor. She glances around, then lowers into a crouch and starts stalking toward the gauzy fabric that brushes over the floor.

“I think that’s probably a sign to take it off,” Willie decides, laughing.

Alex is pretty sure his chest is going to explode with how happy he is, but he just nods and helps Willie unhook the clasps at their shoulders and fold the cape-like garment back into the box. The cat loses interest in it after a minute and starts poking around in the closet. 

When everything is straightened and put away, Willie grabs the lapels of Alex’s suit jacket and pulls him close.

“We got married,” they comment softly.

“Yep,” Alex says, the words coming out soft and breathy. “We sure-yeah-we did that.”

Willie giggles and erases the air between them to connect their mouths. Alex wraps one arm around their waist, loving how the cropped top piece of Willie’s outfit lets him run his fingers over warm brown skin, and cups the back of their head with the other. Willie hums and deepens the kiss, easing into Alex’s mouth as their hands trace up his chest to rest on his jaw. Alex lets himself fall, lose himself in kissing his person - his husband - without a spare thought for the people waiting for them on the patio.

Alex eases his fingers up into Willie’s hair, getting a pleased gasp in return. He breaks the kiss for less than a second, tilting his head to get a better angle as they reconnect like a pair of magnets. Willie lets him into his mouth happily, his tongue following Alex’s as it brushes along the line of his teeth. Alex doesn’t protest when Willie’s hands slide down his neck and under his jacket, removing his arm temporarily from around their waist so they can shove the thing off. He’s been sweating in it for over an hour anyways. Willie’s fingers undo the top buttons of his shirt to trace over the curve of Alex’s collarbones. Alex shivers and pulls Willie as close as he can, loathe to allow even a breath of space between their bodies.

“Meow,” the cat protests.

Alex laughs against Willie’s lips and pulls away just enough to see the little kitty pawing at the bedroom door. “I think she got bored of us,” he jokes.

“That’s just homophobic,” Willie returns, smirking. “And on our wedding day too.”

“We should probably go, shouldn’t we,” Alex sighs.

Willie lets out a little huff and presses one more kiss to Alex’s lips. “Yeah probably.”

“Alright, nameless cat, you win,” Alex accepts, shaking his head.

“We should get her to a vet to get checked for a chip and stuff,” Willie comments as they leave the bedroom, the kitty bounding ahead.

“If she sticks around, yeah,” Alex says. “We should ask Julie where she takes Beto.”

Willie nods in agreement as they enter the dining room area, the french doors thrown open to connect the space with the patio to accommodate everyone. Their friends and family are gathered around the area, chatting and drinking sparkling cider and soda out of Caleb’s crystal champagne flutes. Julie and Reggie spot them first and start clapping. Alex is sure his face is turning red as the applause grows and someone (probably Luke) wolf whistles. 

The reception dissolves into a mess of thank yous and well wishes as Alex and Willie try to make the rounds and talk to everyone. Alex catches glimpses of the cat every now and then, ducking under tables and weaving between legs and skirts, always looking excited and curious.

By the time Alex and Willie manage to sit down to eat during the toasts, his feet are starting to ache in his dress shoes and his cheeks are sore from smiling so much. Willie smirks and leans back in his chair, throwing an arm easily around the back of Alex’s as Julie starts giving her toast. Alex scoots his seat a little closer and rests his head on their shoulder as they listen to their family, legal or otherwise, congratulate them. (And tell embarrassing stories because that’s what family is for, right?)

Between toasts, they feed each other bites of chicken and roasted potato. Willie misses one time and smears oil across Alex’s cheek and it takes nearly a minute for them both to stop laughing. While Ray is talking, Alex feels a bump against his leg. He glances down to see the cat staring up at him. He grins and leans back a bit as it jumps up onto his lap. The next bite of chicken Willie spears on their fork goes to the cat’s mouth instead of Alex’s.

The cat has deserted them once more by the time they get dragged over to cut the chocolate strawberry wedding cake Tia Victoria made for them. Alex accidentally gets his revenge on Willie for the potato and paints chocolate icing on their nose. The smirk they both get from Ray afterwards says he definitely caught that one on film. 

They dance around the patio to Lover and Galaxies, twirling each other and sharing conversations too soft for anyone else to hear. Alex watches happily when Caleb steals his spouse away for a song. Then Julie drags him back onto the floor and Carrie is teasing him about losing his jacket and Reggie is teaching him square dance steps for the millionth time. And all the while, a tabby streak is darting through each soft moment, stealing bites of food and charming basically everyone.

And finally, Ray goes outside to pull the car around for them. Willie grabs Alex’s hand and people start cracking glowsticks as the sun vanishes over the horizon and they leave the wedding together.

“Wow,” Willie murmurs as Alex pulls the car out of the driveway.

“Yep,” Alex agrees, squeezing their hand.

“Meow,” says the cat from the backseat, startling them both.

Alex slams on the brakes (there’s a stop sign okay!) and they both turn to look back at the curious stowaway.

“Well…” Alex begins slowly.

“I’ll text Julie for her vet’s name,” Willie finishes, grinning.

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 10

Last episode, my Wild Ass Theory that Anin and Pin will inherit their mother's colors as they come into adulthood resurfaced as Anin wore a yellow dress when she left the beach, and this episode, she wears a blue and yellow skirt as she asks her brother to teach her how to drive.

Anin's brother is wearing blue, so I had high hopes for him being supportive of Anin this episode, and the piggyback ride as well as the purple flowers helped me keep the faith.

But Kuea stays pissing me off, and Anin's younger brother seems oblivious to anything beyond his own little get-everyone-hitched agenda.

So, of course, Kuea runs immediately over to the main house DURING HIS WORK HOURS to snitch on Pin. I appreciate that everyone keeps questioning his worth ethic though.

But the mom is wearing pink and blue, so unlike Anin's older brother, I have no idea how she'll take this news. Pin is wearing a darker pink now though, so I think the adult responsibilities are coming sooner than the girls are realizing.

AND WE GET BACKSTORY! Part of my Wild Ass Theory was that Pin's mom was a lesbian. She has her more vibrant pink color, but at times she wears yellow/orange. I guessed the yellow/orange came from a previous lover.

So her opening a sunflower ring was all the evidence I needed.

I don't know if Im's color is peach or pink.

But I can't focus because Patt is on the floor looking like a snack, and I think she is in blue.

Then, we see Im and Patt's love story. Patt was Im's companion and Im is still wearing whatever color she is wearing, while Patt is fully in blue.

And they were in love with each other.

Patt knows what Pin's ring means because she was once Pin. Im gave Patt the yellow flower ring in the same way Anin gave the ring to Pin.

But there was no happily ever after for Patt and Im because Im died!

I thought the backstory would help clear up the colors and the confusion, but it didn't! Patt seemed colorless in the past like Aon is now. If Im's color was pink, then it makes sense Patt carried it with her all this time. And if Im's color was peach, it makes sense that Patt uses it every now and then, yet it doesn't explain why Patt shifted her color from blue to purple. It also doesn't make sense why she was so upset about Pin's ring. It's not like Im rejected her or left her for a someone else. Im died. They loved each other. That love was real and never doubted, so why is she upset at Pin's ring now?!

The girls and their colors are evolving, but they are changing together, so what is the mom so afraid of? If we had seen society or some external factors harming Patt and Im's relationship, maybe I could understand, but the backstory just makes me think she should be more supportive of the girls' love.

But here she is now fully in her color and throwing her support behind Kuea! I do not comprehend this.

I'm shocked that Anin's older brother seems to be the only one with any sense! I was worried when he showed up colorless, but he helped to cover for his sister.

And now he can get that ally badge for supporting the color-coded couple!

Anin and I both love him dearly!

But Patt is still bothering me! She is a lesbian! She shows up in yellow and orange because she still loves Im. So why not let the color-coded girls be IN LOVE?!

Pin's color is getting redder just like her mom's, and I'm worried that her mom is going to push even harder next episode for her to get married. We have six episodes left. Even though I don't fully know what the colors mean, the reds and yellows/oranges are showing up too often now for me to ignore.

Just like Anin sneaking up on Prik, these colors and adulthood are sneaking up on the girls while they are just trying to enjoy their lives.

By the end of the episode, the color-coded girls in love seem to have sorted their issues out because Pink Person Pin is looking lovely.

Which is probably due to her getting all of Anin's attention after not seeing her for a weeks.

And Blue Beauty Anin looks refreshed the day after.

So of course this chick with her can't-get-one-consistent-color self would ruin the color-coded happiness I wanted to feel secure in!

Patt's color confuses me, but Aon's color(s) frustrate me because I don't know if she is trying to be Pin which is why she wears Pin's color(s) or if she has no real identity and will shape herself into whatever she needs to be to please Anin because she never wears a consistent color.

And I know this frustratation is going to stick with me next episode because my babygirl is crying, and I'm already salty about it.

At least Pin and Anin will be solely in their colors next episode, so I have nothing to worry about with them and their relationship, right?

*Heng walks into the scene* FUCK!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hello there again! Got another thought to share!

What or how does being territorial look like on BOTH of them? (Territorial is protecting what’s already yours; whereas, jealousy is WISHING to possess what isn’t.) Now hear me out on this; this is for AFTER she finally admits she loves him & is now just living her life with him so happily as his precious & beloved wife while she’s finally and openly is treating and loving him as her dearly loved husband after getting over the “expectations” she thought she needed to uphold.

With Konig, how does he react/behave/or even think when he notices that other men are ogling his sweet & pretty wife? Does he go into a silent but terrifying rage? Does he get more “handsy” with her to publicly show she’s completely OFF LIMITS? (Like he gentle but steadily keeps a hand at her waist while keeping her tucked at his side while slyly side-eyeing the offender(s) with a look of “don’t even think about it/I’ll kill you.”) Would it be worst or better for him when he realizes that his precious wife DOESN’T even notice the attention other men are putting on her because ALL she can see now is her beloved Konig because other men just CAN’T compare to him? (She now has tunnel vision on him only because other men aren’t even a blimp on her attention radar.) Example: like when they go to into town to shop for whatever reason or even to look at the catalogs for his wife to see about what next nice things she can ask him to buy for there home, only while she’s so busy/distracted going through the catalogs that she doesn’t notice another man is eyeing her & coming closer to her who wants to try to get her attention (stupid man either ignores or doesn’t notice Konig’s beautiful ring on her finger). Only before the poor idiot can even get close to her, here comes Konig pulling the breaks on him intentions & scaring the crap out the idiot away from his wife; all the while she’s busy in her own little situation of shopping.

Or how about with her? After finally admitting to herself & him that she heads-over-heels in love with him, how would she react if she ever noticed that another woman actually finds her husband attractive & actually tried to grab for his attention? Like would she see her as a threat trying to steal her lover from her? Because she cares more about having his love for her being stolen by a potential home-wrecker hoe then the lifestyle she has with him (she found her happily ever after and she’s NOT gonna let another woman steal it from her). Would wifey actually get possessive over him? Would she jab passive-aggressive remarks to the shameless cunt trying to get her husband’s attention? How would she react if she actually notices that her husband is completely oblivious to the attention another woman is giving him (like because since no other woman can hold his attention the woman’s flirting completely goes over his head & he just thinks this woman is being overly friendly with him)? *LE GASP!* 😱 Would WIFEY for ONCE get handsy with HIM?! Like she’s so ANGRY at the situation that this shameless bitch is trying to steal her husband right in front of her, that she doesn’t even care that they’re in public, and actually wraps her arms around his waist to possessively hug him and actually slyly keeps her hands on his ass while giving the hoe a serious look that states “You see this I’m holding? ALL of this is MINE! If you don’t back off, I might actually have to kill you.” (Would Konig go blue screen from her getting handsy with him for once?) Because although he’s tall with an European background, has an accent & is a bit awkward that made him unpopular in most social situations; she finally realizes that there ARE actual others out there who DO get attracted to those traits that her husband has. (Guilty bitch right here 🙋🏻‍♀️; tall guys with accents who just happen to be great lovers are a weakness for me!🤷🏻‍♀️) How would Konig react when he finally realizes that his wife was acting as she did because she didn’t like that another woman was trying to get his attention? Would he feel so honored & blessed that his wife will fight for him? Or would that just make him super horny that he wants to plow her as a thank you for loving him so much?

Basically would both go into a “I will kill you” state of mind if someone drew unwanted attention on their spouse? Like below.

The reason why this is such an endearing imagine is that, to my knowledge, any kind of PDA was abhorred as scandalous during this era!

Even König has to keep his hands off if he wants to avoid shocked gasps and excited whispers, and truth be told, he doesn’t give a shit about those. But what he does give a shit about is not disappointing his beloved... Grabbing her waist borders on treating her like some common whore, so as much as she loves it when he does that, as much as König’s hands ITCH to get a little “gropey” in public, all they can do is act decent and docile, like a married couple just strolling through town 🙄

The same applies to her: even if they’re married and in love, she can’t just drape herself all over him even if she wants to :( She’s too proud with her reputation, appearances and such. She was taught to be a lady, and even if she rides him like a horse at night or lifts her skirts for him like she’s just an animal to be bred, she’s going to be in her most ladylike demeanour when they’re in public! She puts her gloves on, her nose up, deals out distant looks and cultured, pretty speeches – unless she’s looking at or talking to her husband, oh, um, well. Anyone can see this lady is neck deep in love and would do anything to get him to touch her... What a horrible flirt, using God’s gift of marriage for such lustful activities! And her husband is even worse… He’s probably corrupted this poor little thing, trying to act all snobby in the frontier; one can only imagine how these two are like when no one can see, probably like animals, yes!

But even our pompous little lady can get riled up if she sees someone flirting with her husband... And it’s so funny because other women are simply air to König, the only pair of lovely eyes he sees is hers. He wants her attention and love like a man dying of thirst even if he now has it and then some more. And she has it no better: his love and worship are like the daily bread for her now. Other men have looked like boys compared to König ever since she stood on that altar next to him... She lied to herself for so long that she wanted a cultured, civilised man. That manly traits would, of course, be more than welcome, but that she didn’t want some rough creature to live with… And then fooled herself into thinking that that’s not exactly who she’s writing to when she entered correspondence with this man. When she stepped out of that train and saw this hulking beast of a man, speaking with a foreign accent and looking at her like a piece of meat and angel feathers, she still foolishly thought that she was not into men like him.

But now that she has made peace with herself, her mind is more at ease and she can enjoy him to the full. She waits for their nightly activities like it’s Judgment Day and she gets to ascend to heaven, she even bathes with him sometimes, too starved to feel how those strong arms wrap around her when she demurely enters the tub... But seeing that there are other women, most of them very unladylike, who look at her husband with the same eyes she looks at him in the bedroom – that will just not do!

Things go so far with one woman who must be a courtesan of some sort, that she actually flits across the street, looking like an angry little cupcake in that new dress König got her, and slaps her. With her gloves on, of course, she wouldn’t want to dirty herself with the likes of this “lady”!

König has been oblivious to this woman’s attempts to flirt and is only shocked to find that his little lady is so upset about something, she never slapped him even if he was being rude and needy and far from a gentleman, so whatever crime this woman has done to his wife must be horrible! She refuses to talk about it and just leaves this saloon lady laughing and rubbing her cheek as they hurry back home; nothing he does or says makes her confess why she hit her.

She’s all pouty for the rest of the evening, eyeing him like this is all his fault, all in all looks like a cat who has burned her paws on a hot stove and has then been thrown to an ice cold river :( She’s so adorable he can’t keep his hands off, he wishes she would just tell him what stone has found its way in her tiny little shoe now, see if he could fix it... His pet name for her seems so very fitting now, she’s like a princess whose subjects have betrayed her trust, his poor little queen is in a foul mood all evening and even more so when he starts to slowly take off her dress.

It seems she’s just in need of a good fuck, and he’s become an expert in that with her; why not let him unlace her corset? He’s not as clumsy as he was, hmm...?

She melts in his arms slowly like a small, adorable ice cube, and after she has had her fill of his cock, moaned and mewed and clenched around it until they’re both just a sweaty heap of limbs on the bed, she finally sniffles and tells him what the problem is.

When he can’t stifle his smile, and then the bubbling laughter in his chest, she gives him a very nasty look, a look that could kill.

His poor princess was just jealous… What else can he do but smile? Does this mean that she loves him?? :)

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (EPILOGUE 1)

Into the Future

MASTERLIST

Summary: Years went by in Winterfell 

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, mentions of SMUT, childbirth, complication in childbirth, might contain triggering content, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: Well… Sara did say she saw six puppies

The vibe around the Lords and Ladies of the North wasn’t nice when you returned from King’s Landing, with your white haired baby in your arms

Many started saying that you had returned to Aemond willingly, and you had given birth to his child, since Jonaerys was clearly a Valyrian like you, and like the Kinslayer.

But things stopped and improved when you gave birth to your third child, a year after you came back to Winterfell, also a boy, who looked very similar to his brother, only with the colors of his father, dark locks of hair, and icy gray eyes. A true looking Northerner.

You named him Torrhen

Torrhen Stark

Cregan would walk proudly in the hallways of Winterfell and all over with his sons in his arms, Rickon trotting behind him as he grew up, and three direwolves following close behind.

But only one dragon hatched from all the eggs Vhaelar bring forth, Jonaerys’ egg. it took months after you came back, and a dragon keeper had to move in Winterfell to take care of Vhaelar and her hatchling.

Jonah’s dragon was so different from everything you had ever seen before, it was black, with silvery white markings, and big gray eyes. his flames were icy blue, as Vhaelar’s were bluish with purple flare 

When Torrhen was 1, you suffered through another winter by then, and as it became some sort of “tradition”, Cregan got you pregnant with what you truly wished was a girl…

But it wasn’t 

You bring forth a baby with dirty blonde hair, and when he opened his eyes you saw with amazement he had one purple eye and the other gray, he was like Alyssa, your grandmother, who had similar features, you often wonder where he came from, he looked nothing like you or Cregan, but your husband was ecstatic 

You wanted a Valyrian name for your peculiar child, and Cregan compromised in naming him Orys, like the rumored bastard brother of Aegon the Conqueror

Orys Stark 

So Rickon was 5, Jonaerys 4, Torrhen two and a half, and Orys 1 year old, when you got pregnant again.

After Cregan’s begging

You believed you were done, you loved your children very much and you were begging for a little girl, that never came, so you believed you were done, you had four beautiful children with your loving husband

But you couldn’t deny anything to those beautiful Gray eyes 

So you held your big belly as you awaited Sara’s arrival.

Sara had fallen in love with Cregan’s best friend, who had come to Winterfell four years ago to grieve for the loss of his wife, and he fell in love with her. Ben Tallheart, so they married, Sara became a loving stepmother to a beautiful little girl who was now five years old, and they lived happily in Torrhen’s square, hence the name of your baby boy.

“Sister!”, she screeched, hugging you tightly around your belly

“Sister”, you whispered happily in her ear, Cregan just stood there, amused that Sara would always greet you first, but then he hugged his sister dearly

“Missed you”, it was true, you had missed her so dearly, the castle seemed almost empty without her in it

After warm greetings, Cregan took his friend so both of them could talk, while you took Sara who was so excited to see her baby nephews, who had multiplied in the last years. You went into the nursery, where they were all gathered, the four of your children, it was Orys nap time 

Rickon and Jonaerys hugged her tightly, running to her arms; they have gotten so big, Torrhen followed shortly after.

Sara was playing on the floor with her nephews, with their wooden figurines, as you sat on a long chair, rubbing your belly, you were super tired, you always were

“How is the pregnancy going?”, she asked

“It's different this time”, you confessed, Sara looked at you, gray eyes wide open

“What do you mean?”, she asked, you only shook your head, looking down at your huge belly

“I’ve been so tired”, you whispered, “I can barely eat, I feel awful”, she looked at you determinedly, “my belly is huge”

“What are you saying?”, she asked gently, you only shook you head

“I don’t feel as strong as I did before”, she looked concerned, as she was trying hard to remember something

“I'm sure everything's going to be alright” she said with a calming smile, you smiled back as you caressed your big belly.

You weren’t bluffing, you realized you were pregnant because of how much you threw up, you could barely find something to eat that didn’t make you sick 

Cregan hunted everything he could get his hands on, and Thelma cooked everything with different spices each time, but to no avail, everything made you sick, all the meats, so THelma fought hard to cook you legumes and different pies with vegetables.

Even so…

You still felt really weak.

This wasn’t like all your pregnancies before, and Cregan seemed truly concerned for you. He was over you at all times, tending you, caring for you, like your very first pregnancy with Rickon. 

And now Sara wouldn't take her eyes off of you now, always watching what you ate.

Your baby was restless, kicking you always, and you immense belly, sometimes you felt like you had a real dragon inside you womb, with more than four extremities 

But right after that thought, memories of all those Targaryen women who lost their babies, and what came out of them were truly dragon-like babies, and then you shook your head, wanting to purge those dark thoughts out of your mind.

But you had to be strong, you had to be, you had already given birth to four! FOUR babies, and everything went well, this was not going to be the exception

The night found you in the great hall, holding a feast for your guests, with Sara and Ben, and everyone really in the castle.

“I have an announcement to make”, Ben spoke, as he raised from his chair, raising his cup. “First I want to thank our gracious hosts”, he said, pointing at you and Cregan, who held your hand tightly. “For receiving us, and now… I want to say that the Lady of Torrhen Square and I are proud to announce that we are expecting our first child!”, he said, and the hall broke out with cheers and applause

You hugged Sara tightly

“I’m so happy for you!”, you greeted, and she laughed in your ear

“Thank you!”, as Cregan was hugging Ben, and then he turned 

“My beautiful sister”, whispered Cregan happily, hugging her tightly, you hugged Ben then

That made Cregan’s spirit rise for the coming days, and Sara and Ben agreed to stay here in Winterfell until she gave birth, meaning… six whole months, and you couldn’t be happier

The castle seemed to roar with life since then.

Rickon, Jonaerys and Eddara, Ben’s daughter, played through the hallways, and they were always filled with giggles and laughter 

And your belly got bigger and bigger, and you grew tired and tired 

Everytime Cregan looked at you, it was like his heart was broken, you knew he was afraid, you were becoming paler, and tired by the day.

At night you would beg him to make love to you, and he would, that made you happy, as he spoon you with him deep inside you as he cradled your big belly, he would kiss every inch of your body with devotion, and hugged you through the night. 

“Can’t wait to meet this baby”, he whispered sweetly in your ear

“Me too”, you said back, “perhaps it is finally a girl”, you teased

“Oh what I would give for a daughter that looks like you”, he whispered back, nuzzling his nose into your hair 

“She would be pretty cute, wouldn’t she?”, you kept teasing

“She would”, he whispered, “thank you”, he whispered

“for what?”, you asked back

“For everything”, he said back, “you brought me back to life, you gave me four beautiful boys, you turned Winterfell into a home”

“Well, you are very welcome”, you giggled, you turned around to meet him, and you kissed him lovingly, “thank you too, you did helped in everything you just mentioned”, and he chuckled against your lips

“I did my part”, he kept teasing, as you cuddled into the night.

The very next day, Cregan was outside, with Ben, you believed they went into the wolf’s wood to hunt, when your water broke

Immediately a pain shot through you like a lightning bolt, making you cry out. 

The pain was blinding, it wasn’t a contraction it was something else, something else entirely, and besides, you were certain the nine moons haven't completed yet. Soon people entered the room, maids, followed by Sara, immediately they held you, trying to prevent you from collapsing into the stone floor of your rooms

“It hurts!”, you cried

“Call the midwife, NOW”, screamed Sara, “find my brother”, but the pain was so blinding you couldn’t quite pay attention to what was going on around you

You felt your dress being ripped away from your body, a night shift placed instead, soft and light as a feather, and then you were laid in the bed softly. 

The contractions began shortly after, and it was hurting so much you couldn’t have a real grasp on reality anymore.

A young man, who worked at the stables was sent to find Cregan, he knew the woods by the palm of his hand, so he didn’t have trouble finding the hunting party.

“MY LORDS”, it took only that scream, for Cregan to know it was about you, and considering the state you were in, that you had gone into labor

Nobody could reach him as he mounted his horse and started galloping without stopping. He rode back to Winterfell at an incredible speed, jumped off his horse and ran inside the castle.

He ran  towards your room and he could hear the screams from the second floor.

His heart got tight inside of his chest, and he found you struggling, the bed soaked in your blood, he had never been so scared in his life, not even when the war happened. 

He was at your side in a second, he grasped your hand in his and started at you wide eyed

“Darling, I’m here”

“Cregan”, you called, “It hurts”

“i know my love, I know”, he soothed, looking at the midwives who looked at each other with worried glances

It was bad, he knew it, everybody knew it, at one point, the midwives didn’t know what to do so they called in the maester who gave you milk of the poppy to clear, rather, distract your mind from the pain

It did help, when it took effect, you received the command

“Push my lady”

And you did, gods you did, with all your strength.

It was bloody, it was painful, it was worrying, but after two hours, the room was filled with the cries of a babe

“A little girl M’lord!”, chanted the midwife, receiving the crying child into the world

Cregan sighed loudly, with relief, squeezing your hand back, as he looked at the midwife cleaning a little baby with pitch black hair, he had a daughter.

But this wasn’t over yet, you cried in agony again, and Cregan looked down at you, still grasped in the claws of pain. 

“The afterbirth?”, he asked, but the maester shook his head, seeming horrified

“No, I think…”

“It's another babe”, said the midwife, as he give the little baby girl to his father, who was wide-eyed, not knowing if to be relieved, or scared to death, he looked down at the face of his little daughter and caressed her little head.

But when he looked at you he was so scared, you were shaking with pain, blood oozing out of you, he whimpered

“I think the baby is breached”, the midwife whined, like she was in the same state of horror

Hours went by

You were in a state of such pain your eyes were closed and you couldn’t scream anymore, you just whined softly.

Cregan was in the corner of the room, her daughter in his arms, but he just looked ahead, scared to death, his worry was such that he believed he was going to age centuries.

The maester whispered in the corner with the midwife, as her assistants were each by your side, whispered words of comfort, rubbing your belly hoping to push the baby out themselves 

“You need to be strong My lady”, whispered one, a young sweet girl, “think of your children, they need you, those sweets boy, and your baby girl”

you only got to nod, that phrase seemed to be the only thing that could pierce through the cloud of pain and milk of the poppy. Using the last of your strength, you leaned in, and pushed, again, the thought of your husband and children spurred you on, your baby, still inside of you, needed to make it out.

The midwife saw your intent and was with you in a second

Cregan gave his baby girl to the maester, and was also with you.

“You can do this love, please”, he begged, “please…”

It was another hour, you had been at this for six whole hours, when another cry was heard in the room.

Another little girl

With hair white as ice, and reddened face.

Then it came the afterbirth, but for that, you couldn’t no longer feel anything at all

The maids washed you and changed the sheets, you were breathing steadily, but you were barely conscious.

Cregan had his new baby girl in his arms, his dream came true, she did look like you, but the maester was telling him you had lost a lot of blood, that you could no longer have any more children… if you ever woke up… 

Sara had heard anything, but she was with your other children

“What is happening, where is mama?”, asked Jonaerys, he was a sensitive boy, he felt everything

“She is giving birth to the baby, sweet boy”, she whispered, as she cradled Orys in her arms hoping to made him sleep

“She is taking too long”, he whispered, his eyes filled with tears

Rickon came and hugged his brother

“She will be alright, she is mommy”, he said back, Sara looked as the sweet boys hugged themselves 

“Her vision had never wrong before, you were going to pull out of this

But Cregan was scared, very, very scared

The maids had called in wetnurses from the village, and they took both his daughters with them. 

He just stood by your side

As the maester else him with the promise that if you made it out tonight, you were going to regain your strength

“Please don’t leave me”, he whispered, his tears choking him, “please, I beg of you”, he begged like a prayer, holding your hand, “you give me all I ever dreamed of, you deserve to enjoy it by my side, our beautiful children, our six children you gave me”, he said with teary eyes, “please my love, I will follow you soon after, please don’t abandon me, our children need you, I need you, please”

He was seated on a chair he needed right next to the bed, and laid his head by your side, still holding your hand.

He stayed there all night, right next to you, hearing your faint breaths.

It was early in the morning, when you squeezed his hand back, and he cried in relief.

. . .

Two weeks passed, and you had recuperated your strength. Cregan brought you your girls as soon as you woke up, and spent the night with the four of you, after eating plentifully. 

One of your daughters had the northerner features, while the other was a Valyrian just like you, you named them Robyn and Rhaenys, the latter in honor of your dear aunt, who had been like a mother to you. 

“They are in very good health, My Lords”, said the maester, you smiled widely, looking at your daughters, who were both of them awake, laid on your bed, and wiggling happily, “although”

You and Cregan both snapped your head to look at the maester

“Although?”, you asked fearful, you then looked at your babies

“Little Rhaenys, I think there is something wrong”, your eyed immediately filled with tears

The old man showed you, he clapped his hand near Robyn, and she blinked her eyes and squirmed because of the loud noise, but he repeated the same thing near Rhaenys, and she barely reacted

“What does it mean?”, you whined, Crregan held you

“She might be deaf, my lady”, he whispered, Cregan held you against his chest. As you cried, scared of what that could mean. 

“Does that mean she can’t hear?”, asked RIckon, you wiped your tears immediately, and your two eldest sons entered the room. Torrhen still didn’t know what was going on, and Orys was still a baby.

“That is right boy”, Cregan was strong, as he smiled to his eldest son

“We will create a cool language with our hands so we can speak to her, then”, Rickon said like it wasn’t a big deal. And you laughed wholeheartedly, hugging and kissing your son. 

Now you had your six puppies, everything was going to be alright. With your growing family, and Sara, and Cregan’s best friends

And a huge feast they threw in King’s Landing in your honor. 

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Summaries under the cut

Fairyland by Catherynne Valente

Twelve-year-old September lives in Omaha, and used to have an ordinary life, until her father went to war and her mother went to work. One day, September is met at her kitchen window by a Green Wind (taking the form of a gentleman in a green jacket), who invites her on an adventure, implying that her help is needed in Fairyland. The new Marquess is unpredictable and fickle, and also not much older than September. Only September can retrieve a talisman the Marquess wants from the enchanted woods, and if she doesn’t . . . then the Marquess will make life impossible for the inhabitants of Fairyland. September is already making new friends, including a book-loving Wyvern and a mysterious boy named Saturday.

Beyonders by Brandon Mull

Jason Walker has often wished his life could be a bit less predictable--until a routine day at the zoo ends with Jason suddenly transporting from the hippo tank to a place unlike anything he's ever seen. In the past, the people of Lyrian welcomed visitors from the Beyond, but attitudes have changed since the wizard emperor Maldor rose to power. The brave resistors who opposed the emperor have been bought off or broken, leaving a realm where fear and suspicion prevail.

In his search for a way home, Jason meets Rachel, who was also mysteriously drawn to Lyrian from our world. With the help of a few scattered rebels, Jason and Rachel become entangled in a quest to piece together the word of power that can destroy the emperor, and learn that their best hope to find a way home will be to save this world without heroes.

The Missing by Margaret Peterson Haddix

Thirteen-year-old Jonah has always known that he was adopted, and he's never thought it was any big deal. Then he and a new friend, Chip, who's also adopted, begin receiving mysterious letters. The first one says, "You are one of the missing." The second one says, "Beware! They're coming back to get you."

Jonah, Chip, and Jonah's sister, Katherine, are plunged into a mystery that involves the FBI, a vast smuggling operation, an airplane that appeared out of nowhere - and people who seem to appear and disappear at will. The kids discover they are caught in a battle between two opposing forces that want very different things for Jonah and Chip's lives.

Do Jonah and Chip have any choice in the matter? And what should they choose when both alternatives are horrifying?

The Hundred and One Dalmatians by Dodie Smith

Pongo and Missis had a lovely life. With their human owners, the Dearlys, to look after them, they lived in a comfortable home in London with their 15 adorable Dalmatian puppies, loved and admired by all. Especially the Dearlys' neighbor Cruella de Vil, a fur-fancying fashion plate with designs on the Dalmatians' spotted coats! So, when the puppies are stolen from the Dearly home, and even Scotland Yard is unable to find them, Pongo and Missis know they must take matters into their own paws!

Tales of Magic by Edward Eager

Four children wish on a Half Magic coin that gets their mother Alison half-way home, rescued by Mr Smith. Mark's wish zaps them to a desert without island, where half-talking cat Carrie gabbles to a camel. Romantic Katherine battles Launcelot. Eldest Jane rejects siblings for another family. Stubborn youngest, Martha, causes a riot downtown.

Bambi by Felix Salten

Bambi's life in the woods begins happily. There are forest animals to play with -- Friend Hare, the chattery squirrel, the noisy screech owl, and Bambi's twin cousins, frail Gobo and beautiful Faline.

But winter comes, and Bambi learns that the woods hold danger -- and things he doesn't understand. The first snowfall makes food hard to find. Bambi's father, a handsome stag, roams the forest, but leaves Bambi and his mother alone.

Then there is Man. He comes to the forest with weapons that can wound an animal. He does terrible things to Gobo, to Bambi's mother, and even to Bambi. But He can't keep Bambi from growing into a handsome stag himself, and becoming...the Prince of the Forest.

Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfield

Pauline, Petrova and Posy are orphans determined to help out their family by attending the Children's Academy of Dancing and Stage Training. But when they vow to make a name for themselves, they have no idea it's going to be such hard work! They launch themselves into the world of show business, complete with working papers, the glare of the spotlight, and practice, practice, practice! Pauline is destined for the movies. Posy is a born dancer. But practical Petrova finds she'd rather pilot a plane than perform a pirouette. Each girl must find the courage to follow her dream.

Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Rebecca’s father had died three years before and the family farm had become heavily indebted. In order to ease the burden on her widowed mother, Rebecca is sent to live with her lonely aunts at their farm and there she spends the next seven years till she becomes an adult. Rebecca brings her youthful enthusiasm and imagination to their quiet life and often clashes with her stern Aunt Miranda. Yet, Rebecca finds love and acceptance with her Aunt Jane and she grows up to be a proper and intelligent young lady who never loses her sunny outlook and kind heart.

Just Ella by Margaret Peterson Haddix

Being a princess isn't all that...

You've heard the fairy tale: a glass slipper, Prince Charming, happily ever after...

Welcome to reality: royal genealogy lessons, needlepoint, acting like "a proper lady," and—worst of all—a prince who is not the least bit interesting, and certainly not charming.

As soon-to-be princess Ella deals with her new-found status, she comes to realize she is not "your majesty" material. But breaking off a royal engagement is no easy feat, especially when you're crushing on another boy in the palace... For Ella to escape, it will take intelligence, determination, and spunk—and no ladylike behavior allowed.

The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate by Jaqueline Kelly

Calpurnia Virginia Tate is eleven years old in 1899 when she wonders why the yellow grasshoppers in her Texas backyard are so much bigger than the green ones. With a little help from her notoriously cantankerous grandfather, an avid naturalist, she figures out that the green grasshoppers are easier to see against the yellow grass, so they are eaten before they can get any larger.

As Callie explores the natural world around her, she develops a close relationship with her grandfather, navigates the dangers of living with six brothers, and comes up against just what it means to be a girl at the turn of the century.

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Born To Die ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

Lana Del Rey x Stardew Valley !! pair : sebastian x farmer (you) genre : Angst, Hurt/No Comfort warning(s) : failed attempt at homewrecking, Alcohol usage, Cigarette/s and Weed usage, Suggestive content, Foul language, Violence, Abigail is bad here. (lmk if I missed some ^-^) a/n : this was made because of my poor younger lil' heart wanted to throw hands with abigail because she was the pair of my emo zesty loner husband.. Anyway! Angst with sebby is the best pair to read and write; I came up with this while I was listening to Lana and flirting playing with stardew (characters) !! >-<

November 7, xxxx

Tip, Tap. The sounds of your boots clicking from the blond guitarist's house onto the pavement laid out so generously, even way back before her grandpa had lived in the valley; breath growing heavy as if it was a race, because it is a race of time, the hours, minutes, and even seconds mattered even more than usual as a certain purple haired woman had managed to get the man she loves dearly alone.

Normally, this would not be the problem. It was obvious from the start, she had a crush on him, or rather still does with how she's getting touchy with his shoulders, fingers tracing from his jaw to his neck down to his chest. Panting heavily, slamming the poor wooden door open to reveal the said woman- hell woman was much too generous to call that minx anything respectful with how she's begging and pushing Sebastian to leave you for her.

Heart pounding with each step taken forward, right, left, right, left; The pattern repeating. Breath uneven due to the fear of losing your beloved Sebastian over the woman who he simply used to have a crush on, A classic trope most would root for; The childhood friends to lovers. But that simply won’t happen.

Or at least that’s what you hoped for. You’ve been begging, pleading, beseeching the pearly gates of heaven to give you a sign, a verification that he was in fact yours. After all this was no fairy tale, no movie but in fact reality, you are more than aware that he could just slip within your grasp if you give even the slightest opportunity to get him flustered with gifts, letters. Hell, even use you to grasp his interests, likes, dislikes.

A sense of relief washed over you as you saw him push her off, The woman with her brows furrowed at the sudden action. Abigail immediately scoffed as she saw you on the doorway, still sitting on the couch with Sebastian already scrambling to approach you.

Yet that happened a week ago, now here you both were.

Two set of feet thumping on the concrete streets, their path being dimly lit by the city street lamps. From a far, one city street lamp flickered as if there was something wrong with the light bulb inside, possibly a fuse deficiency who knows. It was one of those late nights, walking through the quiet city of zuzu; Given it was two thirteen am already, He had invited you to take a quick stroll around the city which turned into a deep conversation.

A soft smile adorning his features, the colorful lights only added more to his beauty paired with that contagious laugh. Is it by mistake or design? You questioned yourself, The ends of your lips curling into a smile, it was impossible not to be infected by his laughter. After all it was uncommon to see him laugh so happily and not a lot of others get to relish in his laughter.

Despite being with him, there was still something missing. Different from how she usually feels on Friday nights, instead of being joyous it felt lonely even with shared laughter between the two of you. No,it must be the fact he has not yet shared the three words you crave oh so much. The words you've been aching to hear ever since your eyes met.

" Can you make it feel like home.. " Words suddenly spewing out of your mouth before you even knew it. " Hm? " A soft hum left his lips, head cocked to the side to meet your gaze, a sweet smile on his face enhancing his features. " ...if I tell you you're mine? "

His brow raising as the corner of his mouth curled upwards into a smirk, almost as if looking at you questioning your words; As if it was already obvious what his answer would be. " It's like I told you, Honey. "

November 12, xxxx

Eyes widening, mouth falling slack. He hadn't-- he didn't mean to, it was a spur of moment action, His emotion got to him first, you have to believe him. Never in the years you both had been together had he laid a single hand on you, you didn't want to believe it. Yet, the stinging pain on your cheek was living proof that he had indeed slapped you.

Blobs of tears swelled in your eyes, threatening to fall within any moment. Your fingers are reaching to touch the aching pain, practically feeling a red mark imprint; hissing at the pain. You stared at him in disbelief, eyes filled with hurt and possibly fear, he couldn't tell.

“ Wait-- Honey I didn't mean to- ” He spoke, voice softening as his fingers desperately tried to reach yours only for you to pull away with that same devastating look on your face. “ Please, you have to believe me.. ” Feet taking slow steps forwards as he looked at you with guilty eyes.

Taking steps backwards as you stray further away from him, almost stumbling in the process but keeping your eyes on him and his movements for any.. Unsuspected actions.

After that however, he hates it, hates himself for slapping you albeit not intentionally but still. It gnawed at his insides all day and all night, twisting and turning after that day he had not stepped a single foot in your peripheral vision. Afraid of hurting you once more even if it was an accident.

Twisting and turning, the bed dipping under his weight as he desperately tried to grasp onto a happy dream; As he finally did, he could visibly see you. Looking oh so gorgeous, laughing at whatever lame dry joke he spoke that you always seemed to love and laugh at. Although it would've been a side effect of the weed they had taken previously.

Taking a drag of the blunt rolled between his fingers, blowing smoke onto his fair skin. Laughter shared between the two as Sebastian kept his eyes on the road, it was a bumpy road yet none of them seemed to care, only reeling in the feeling of acceleration and adrenaline rushing throughout both bodies blood.

It was still a long way to their destination so why not just, try to have fun in the meantime? Their time together is precious, and everything shared between them is kept as a secret.

November 21, xxxx

Basking in the rain, it was a rare occasion for rain to pour down; especially this hard. Twirling around, smiles and laughter in the air as Jas and Vincent had gone out to play in the rain as well, Eyes softening as he put a hand on your hip, the other intertwining his fingers with yours while your free hand went on his shoulder.

Slow dancing in the rain, foreheads touching as the soft splatter of water soon faded away. In his vision, only you and him were in the town spending time in the later days of November. His gaze set on you and only you, a soft smile on his lips as he slowly leaned in with his eyes slowly shutting.

Yours did the same, closing as you felt a pair of lips on your own. Moving in sync as his hand came to untangle with yours and rest itself behind your head to push your head more to his to deepen your kiss. Your hands wrapping themselves around his neck as you could only return back the kiss.

His tongue glides across your bottom lip, with the permission to intrude he does so gratefully. His hand on your hip sliding to grasp on the plump of your rear, as much as you both would love to continue you both pulled away with a string of saliva connecting both of you.

Giggling softly, you looked at him with much appreciation. Head cocking to the side only to remember Jas and Vincent were still out in the rain and was dancing around the puddle, glancing at your lover, the end of your lips curling into a smirk you untangled yourself from him and joined the kids in the dance.

Sebastian only scoffed muttering underneath his breath; “ god you're so insane. ” with a smile on his lips he shortly joined the little ritual of circling and dancing around the puddle. Oh how Sam was gonna kill the both of them for letting Vincent dance around in the rain and the same goes with Jas only with Shane.

TO BE CONTINUED —› (will update when my schedule is free ^~^)

Additional a/n : Heh.. Guys this isn't finished.. yet. I just wanted this to be out, of course I'll update this and finish it so for now this is a W.I.P and I'm actually very proud of this so please don't steal :( ps. you can also see when I stopped doing the colorful thingy bcs I got lazy >-<

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4, 6, 11 for caden :'D

(OC Codex Prompts) for Caden of Candlekeep!

4. a letter from your OC to their love interest

Aerie, I am pleased to say I'll be home very soon. The ceremonies are all complete, and I have been promised transport home by teleportation circle by none other than Elminster. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see him; he was, after all, a friend of Gorion's. But somehow he always manages to seem a bit as if he has appeared out of thin air, no matter where I happen to encounter him. I think you were right to stay home with Quayle. While one day I would like to show you Baldur's Gate, I imagine it will still be standing in a few years' time when he is old enough to travel more happily. And you did not know Gorion as I did, so there would be little thrill for you in watching the christening of what I must admit to be a terribly dull-looking mausoleum the city has erected in his honor. But I am glad I came to see it; after all these years I do still miss him deeply - not to mention owe him my life. It was good to see a few familiar faces here as well. Tothtoril and a few others from Candlekeep that I've told you of - and Jaheira, and Rasaad who came with her. And Imoen, of course, who seems very much as she always does; I swear the years have not dampened her spirit one bit. She means to come and stay with us next month, if you are feeling up to the company. All in all it has been a good visit. Nevertheless - I think of you at least once every passing moment, and will be glad to come home again to you and our son. I love you both very dearly, my heart; be well until I can hold you again. Caden

6. someone describing a time your OC helped them

C-Caden was like that, you know? You only had t-to ask, really, and he would do his b-best for you. It was a t-type of spider's silk that I wanted. Jaheira had taught me long ago the best way t-to turn it into thread, and to weave it... It astonishes me still, even now, that she t-took the time to teach me; I knew s-so very little of the world outside the city at first. So I wanted t-to show her that I remembered... Caden, b-bless him, took t-to the idea like lightning. Within two d-days he had found the nest of a giant spider, and together we t-t-took it down. A grotesque sort of b-battle, not one I enjoyed... but the prize, very worth it. When I p-presented the necklace to Jaheira later, when she liked it - I think C-Caden was nearly as pleased as I was. Yes, he-he-he was like that. He liked t-to see people smile.

11. your OC’s description of their game’s events

Gods. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - if fate comes calling again, it can keep walking on by. I'm done with saving the world. Twice was more than enough. Or three times? Bah - depends how you count it. Three, I suppose - Sarevok, Argent, and Amelyssan... not to mention Irenicus. Does he count? Really, he didn't get so far as threatening the whole world, at least not in a way that it noticed. If he'd been successful... well, who knows. Call it four, I guess. Why not? Four times I've saved the world, and frankly not one of them have been easy. I lost my home, I lost my father, I lost more than one friend, and watched those that survived lose things of their own. I lost far more innocence than most people ever even have to begin with. I lost... a lot of things far too fundamental to talk about with a light heart. So yeah. I'm finished. If fate comes calling, you can tell it that I'm living quiet and happy in Faenya-Dail, and that's where I'm bloody well staying.

[pttucker]

⸢And everyone lived happily ever after.⸥ I always hated that phrase. However, the current me dearly wished for that phrase to become true. [Constellation, 'Demon King of Salvation' has reached his ■■.] [You have become the 'Oldest Dream'.] The disappearing lights in the distance resembled the Constellations that still remembered me. And with that, my endless voyage got underway. [Your ■■ is 'Eternity'.]

I was this close to making a reaction post about the supposed "miracle" that happened and why the worldline wasn't collapsing despite Oldest Dream no longer dreaming.

I mean, I was certain it was because Dokja was maintaining the dream and maybe he himself hadn't realized it yet, what with him literally being Oldest Dream. Guess he had one final trick up his sleeve.

I will say that I'm super amused that my theory of him being an avatar and not knowing it was apparently 100% correct but in a manner I completely did not expect. If I have to pick, I wanna say that the moment he chose to break himself apart was right here:

That left only three people behind. "Kim Dokja." It was unknown who among Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk called that name out first. The former asked with a questioning pair of eyes. "We are getting off together, right?" [Someone has activated 'Lie Detection Lv… '] That prompted Kim Dokja to smirk softly. "Of course. We should." ['Lie Detection' has confirmed 'Kim Dokja's' words as truth.] "Let's go."

Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. Dokja scheming until the very last second. Sacrificing himself for his companions One. Last. Time.

Though not as much of a sacrifice as before; he'll still get to "read" about them just like he loves and technically he will also get to live with everybody in a big house just like he wanted. So while part of me is clenching my heart, it's overall a happy ending.

And I looooove that we've circled back to Dokja's ■■ and why it has both the meaning of Eternity and Final Chapter.

I'll admit that I'm still a little fuzzy on what exactly happened with Secretive Plotter, the 999ths and Oldest Dream. I guess they reached the epilogue of their stories and this is the epilogue of Dokja's story? So now they're off in an entirely different worldline once again?

And it seems we have 34 chapters of epilogues to go through now! As well as ongoing side stories! The latter of which I still need to figure out if anyone is currently translating into English.

I'll admit when I heard that ORV had ongoing side stories I wasn't certain what exactly they'd be about but it appears we've still got a lot to wrap up even after the happy ending and you can't tell me that at least in one future side story (or maybe one of these epilogues) Dokja doesn't meet himself again or at least realize that he's missing half his memories.

...Or perhaps his companions will realize something fishy is going on, what with living right beside him and Dokja not remembering a whole 50% of his life. Hmmm.

A tale of this new world continued to flow on. But then, just as the subway's doors closed, Han Sooyoung looked behind her with a slightly unsure, hard-to-read face of someone that left something behind. Even Yoo Joonghyuk looked back, too. The only person who didn't was Kim Dokja. Han Sooyoung and Yoo Joonghyuk's gazes ran into each other, and they began growling at the same time. "What you looking at?!" "I should ask you that, you basta…"

Well, if nothing else, I do dearly wish to see more of these three idiots together. I love that both of them refused to get off the train until they were certain Dokja was coming with them and they both seemed to sense that they'd just lost something.

And I do wonder how exactly the world is going to go on after all of this mess and if they really will try to take Joonghyuk's sword from him. (Not a good idea.)

I mean, they seem to still have all of their abilities and stats? I think? So they're just supposed to live in normal, modern day Korea as if nothing happened while having superpowers??? And I assume most of the world's population is gone unless that was miraculously rewritten.

Or...???

Guess I'll find out.

[imfromthemiddlekingdom]

I have so much feels regarding Miriel and Feanor. If my mother, whom I love dearly and gave her life for me to live, were stated as being allowed to be reembodied but the only thing standing in her way of being able to is the fact that my father was a horny pos who wanted to fuck this blond bimbo and have babies with her, therefore depriving my mother of her chance at life FOREVER. I too would be resentful and full of hate for anything and everything that represented their Union and my mothers sundering from me.

Finwe and Indis are both in the wrong. He was so young when they wed and had Findis, he barely had time to process his mothers death, however temporary it may have been for an elf in Valinor, but then his dad went “hey so uh, I really want to have more kids and in order for me to do that your mother would have to stay dead forever! YOLO!” I would feel so much resentment not only to him but the other person who was responsible for this. He obviously couldn’t blame his dad, the only living parent he has, so he projects all his loathing and resentment of his father to Indis and her children and their children afterwards. Because how can he hate the last living parent he has when there’s a perfectly good target for all that pent up rage within sight that would not make him an orphan twice over?

You might object by saying that “one year of the year if the trees is like 10 sun years!!! He was perfectly grown!!! He should get over it!!!” But I ask you. How would you feel if your mother, who you either never had a chance to know or knew only sparingly when she was bed ridden died and your father took away her chance of being reunited with you? My father died of his own folly and stupidity and still I miss him to this day, if I lost my mother too I would be devistated beyond words, and we’re HUMAN. We know we only have one shot at life and no chance of reuniting with those who’ve passed on in our life time, but with elves, they can be reborn. They know that death is only temporary. So when your mother died you think to yourself, “I’ll just wait for her to feel better and then she can come back to me and father and we’ll be a family together again!” And that choice is taken from you, your mothers body, which was resting in the gardens or Lorien, is then gone and you now cannot even pretend that she is merely sleeping.

As far as I know, no living souls may visit the dead in the Halls, he no longer can hold his mothers hands and can no longer pretend that she is there, she was so sick when she passed that asking her to make a choice that would affect her for the rest of eternity isn’t the way to go. I suffer from severe depression, and in bad days I think I would be better if dead, and if I had lost my will to live and some godly being demanded that I make a choice right this moment(!!!) to return to life or be forever dead, I would have chosen to remain dead since I cannot think of why living would be better. To put so much pressure on a dead woman, who may or may not have died due to  postpartum depression, is not the way to go in any situation where Finwe may have wanted to get a divorce or have more kids.

Elves are immortal, they do not die, why can’t Finwe not wait for who was supposed to be the love of his life? Why did Indis, a supposed friend of Miriels, decide that her getting her happily ever after is worth sundering her FRIEND from her son forever? Why does Indis get her happily ever after and Miriel does not? I can see why Feanor would be so against Indis and her children because under similar circumstances I would have been the same, seeing others get what was promised to me, in the blessed lands where everything was supposed to be BETTER and not getting it anyways is a recipe of disaster.

I do not feel any sympathy for Indis, not really, not when she willingly deprived her stepson of a chance for a mother, not when she willingly agreed to have kids with someone knowing that one of his kids would never have that fea bond with his mother ever again. I cannot sympathize with her selfish desire for dick, not when it hurt a child, which was what Feanor was.

I cannot imagine how Feanor might’ve felt seeing his half siblings with their mother and feeling that gaping hole in his soul knowing that I order for them to exist his mother is gone forever. To look at his brothers and sisters and see what may have been if his mother didn’t put so much of her into him, and feeling so guilty that “if only I didn’t exist my mother would still be alive”. To have it rubbed in his face, no matter how unintentionally, by his father and his new wife when Findis was a newborn that, maybe just maybe, some of the rumors are right and that him and his mother truly are marred because Indis bore a child successfully without dying so there MUST be something wrong with them.

To have that reminder of your mothers death constantly for years and have your father be so happy with his new family that it seems like he’s forgetting all your mother represented, to have the Noldor replace your mother, one of the people who represented what the Noldor are, with one of those golden Vanya princess, is unimaginable to me.

Maybe it’s a personal character flaw of myself but if I were in Feanors shoes I may have done something worse than pull a sword of my half brother when he was trying to convince my only surviving parent to disavow me.

[cheesetalia]

fly a diamond night

For @aphcardverse-week's Day 1: You Can't Fight Fate | oracle | prophecy | "I'm not supposed to be here."

Liechtenstein/Switzerland (platonic) | 1.9k words |

Summary:

In the Kingdom of Diamonds, everyone's role, whether a lowly two or the highest King, is set in stone by fate immutable. So is one's innate nature as a submissive, dominant, or switch. Basch, with his prickly personality and dislike of following others' orders, is a poor choice for a sub. The fates must have been drunk when they assigned his nature. But when his hoarder tendencies get to be too much, his submissive nature may prove useful for once.

Can be read on the Archive of Our Own or underneath the Readmore:

Life in the Kingdom of Diamonds was no meritocracy. Basch had heard that things were more relaxed in Spades Kingdom, but all he had ever known was his own land, and a bit of the Kingdom of Hearts that bordered it. And the Hearts' people were just as rigid in their hierarchies as the Diamondians.

In both lands everyone's position was decided by the suit symbols revealed on their matured bodies when they reached adulthood. This was the same whether you were an unlucky two all the way up to the supposed winners in the lottery of life, the King and Queen.

If that was all there was to it, then Basch would have little to complain about—his sister was Queen, and he himself was a Jack. But fate also pushed its heavy, oppressive hand down in other ways. Basch, like everyone else, had had to undergo another sorting of sorts that happened at puberty—one that revealed his innate nature as either a dominant, a submissive, or a switch.

One's role was immutable, unchangeable, laid down by nature, and to go against it was to court pain and death. Basch had never questioned this as a child, but that was because he'd never truly thought there was a chance he of all people would be a sub.

Presenting as a submissive had been a horrible shock. If Lili hadn't had an early presentation as a switch shortly after him, he might have done something terrible. Even now there was no way he'd tolerate submitting to anyone but Lili.

Although his sister was an excellent dom (the <i>best</i> dom, he'd tell anyone if he had a little too much to drink) he'd never come to love or even like submitting the way most subs did.

There were times his nature came in handy though, although he would never admit it to anyone. Today was proving to be one of those times.

Basch had a...little bit of a hard time throwing things out. Who could say what could one day be useful? Even if it was "broken junk" as Francis called it, it might be able to be repurposed for something?

So what if that shirt was too small to fit Lili now? It could still be cut up and used for cleaning rags one day, or used as stuffing for a pillow, or maybe to make a comfortable bed for an animal.

"I can buy you a thousand shirts! And when would either of you need to clean? You're a Jack now, and your sister is Queen. You need to get rid of that peasant mindset!" Francis exclaimed.

Basch ignored the King, his attentions having a much better place to be directed—like shoving Lili's unwanted shirt into the overflowing spare wardrobe in his quarters. Or trying to.

It was a bit full.

"Maybe you need to go into subspace for a bit, hmm?" Francis said, his voice tilting up coyly as he stepped closer to Basch.

Basch whirled away from the wardrobe and glared at Francis. Hand on his gun as if ready to blast his own king to bits if Francis tried to make him submit.

Francis sighed, and stepped back. While he'd dearly love to see his new Jack in a submissive state—fierce glaring mint eyes made soft and shy, body loose and pliable and putty in Francis's hands—Basch hadn't submitted to him even once in the year he'd lived in the castle.

Instead that honor was reserved for Lili, Basch's little sister and Francis's queen, and a switch through and through. She would happily be whatever her husband and brother needed of her.

"Shall I tell your sister she's needed here?" Francis asked.

"Hn," was all Basch said, but Francis had known him long enough now to know that meant "yes".

*****

"Brother, what's wrong?" Lili asked.

Her brother was standing in front of one of the wardrobes in his room, a pale tangerine blouse tucked under one arm. Lili recognized it as one he'd caught her throwing out earlier. He'd said he had a use for it...

Some use! It looked like he was just planning to store it away to be useful "some day" like half the junk in his room.

"I can find a use for it," he muttered, but looked off to the side, not meeting Lili's eyes.

"Brother," Lili said reproachfully, and held out one small hand.

"Hmph," Basch said, but handed her the blouse.

"I think maybe we should go through your room, declutter a bit..." Lili said.

Basch made a small growling noise. Lili forced her face to remain serenely composed. Her brother was so cute like this, all flustered and frustrated! She wanted to coo over him but she knew he would take it the wrong way.

"Brother, is that okay?" Lili asked.

Basch crossed his arms and gave a tiny nod.

"Good," Lili said, her voice shifting to be firmer.

It was still gentle and patient, but there was the almost imperceptible pressure behind it of someone with a backbone of steel. No matter how many layers of cute soft fluff surrounded his sister, inside she was strong.

(Unlike Basch.) But he shoved that thought aside. His dom had in the past given him very strict orders to avoid thinking badly of himself or of subs.

"Can you kneel on the ground for me?" Lili asked.

The asking was a kindness to him; Basch had seen her dominating Francis before and she was nowhere near as nice or gentle. In fact, she was very very harsh with the Diamonds' King, but he loved it (Francis was lucky enough to be a switch, the bastard. The king was submissive for <i>fun</i>, when he felt like it.).

Basch didn't hesitate to sink to his knees. He might not like such things, but he would crawl over burning hot coals for his sister's sake, a little kneeling was nothing.

"Very good," Lili praised.

Basch was silent. He hadn't done anything yet worthy of praise. His sister was too nice to him by far.

"Now, can you take your outerwear off for me?" Lili asked.

Basch shifted, pulling his orange coat off and folding it. The he removed his matching hat with the little cream-colored poofball, and handed them both to his sister. She sat them on the bed and looked at him expectantly.

He held his breath as he waited for her next order. He <i>knew</i> the routine; usually it was "Can you take your outerwear and jewellry off?" but this time she hadn't mentioned the diamond-shaped pendant dangling from his neck, or the ivory brooch pinned to his shirt (a gift from King Francis; and Basch only wore it because it would be a crime to let something so expensive moulder away in a jewellry box. And he couldn't throw it out!)

He couldn't take the jewellry off unless she told him to—a sub was supposed to take orders, not act on their own initiative. He might not be in a submissive headspace yet but he knew that!

Finally Lili smiled and said, "And your jewellry too," and held out one tiny perfect hand, palm upright and waiting.

Basch quickly removed his pendant and brooch and handed them over.

Then their routine carried on as expected. Lili asked him to do a variety of small nonsensical tasks. Touch his nose three times. Pat his head and rub his stomach simultaneously. Whistle the Diamonds' national anthem. She even had him imitate one of their pet doves. He didn't mind acting silly to make his sister smile.

Hearing her girlish giggles and seeing her face, so delighted with his obedience (he was making his dom happy!), he started to relax and slip down into subspace.

It was peaceful there. He was still coherent, still present, but everything was kind of fuzzy and a little hazy, as if all the sharp edges that usually jabbed at Basch (annoying noises, people moving around in his eyesight, people <i>period</i>, a head full of decisions to make and duties to carry out) had been worn down so they no longer pierced him.

It was like settling into a warm bath, relaxing and cleansing all at once, washing away the aggravated chatter of his normal thoughts.

"I think you're ready," Lili said.

Her hand was on his head, petting him and soothing him. Basch didn't do petplay, he wasn't that kind of sub, but he could see the appeal in it, in purring and leaning into that sweet delicate touch and nuzzling her.

"Stand up," she said.

Basch rose, and she took his hand and led him to the first wardrobe. It was a mammoth piece of furniture, with four doors and two drawers. Lili opened the doors, revealing not rows of neatly hung clothes but rather stacks and stacks of them, piled from bottom to top filling every square inch, along with some objects that had no business being stored with clothing.

When she opened the drawers, she had to grip the wardrobe tightly and pull, because they were so overstuffed they didn't want to budge.

Something deep down in Basch squirmed at the sight, he knew he should be better than this. The thought and feeling of discomfort faded quickly though, smoothed away by the calm euphoria of subspace.

"Help me pull everything out," Lili ordered.

Basch set to work pulling everything out. Soon they had it completely cleared, everything spread out on the bed or piled next to it.

Lili picked up a very ugly eye-searingly orange sweater with a bunny on it. Hand-knitted by the Queen of Spades himself, and gifted to Basch.

Basch took a deep breath. This was the part that was intolerable when he wasn't sunk into subspace.

"Have you worn this?" Lili asked.

She knew the answer. The sweater was...distinctive, and it made Francis's eyes water, so Basch wore it sometimes to piss him off. It had been a while since he'd put it on though—he'd thought it lost, that Francis had finally gotten sick enough of it to steal it and throw it in the trash to spare his eyes. But no, it had just been buried under a mound of junk.

"I do, Basch answered.

Without saying another word, Lili folded the sweater and set it in a new pile. Then she picked up the next article of clothing.

It went on and on like that. "Do you wear this?" "Do you need this?" "Do you like this?"

"No," Basch admitted about many of the things. Most of them, in fact.

By the time they'd gone through both wardrobes, Basch was exhausted. But the wardrobes looked like they should, with a normal amount of clothing in them now that he could easily look through and find what he needed.

The bed meanwhile, was completely covered in stacks of clothing.

"They won't be wasted," Lili said, her voice like milk and honey to him, "they'll be given to charity to help people who need them like we used to."

Basch managed a small smile for her as she took him by the hand and led him out the door. They would walk through the gardens until he rose up from subspace. While they strolled, the clothes left out would be gathered up by the servants and packed up to be sent to the poor.

[mooseclan]

mooseclan

Overall

There were four Clans in the old territory; MooseClan, SunClan, RainClan and MapleClan. When a forest fire wrecked and ruined MooseClan’s territory, they were forced to flee. 

They fled to the docks where they met a cat named Goose, who explained his home on the ship. He led them aboard.

It took 6 moons for them to travel from their old home to their new one, and then they had to trek to find a place to live.

During the travels, cats died and cats joined

When they arrived at their new territory, a vision from StarClan informed that they needed to split into four separate Clans; MooseClan, TulipClan, CicadaClan and FinchClan. 

Moonstar

53 moons

Tom

Confident and formidable fighter

He’s always trying his best for his Clan and would die for them. He’s also super confident so if he ever needs to defend his clanmates, he will gladly do so.

He was taught by Tornstar.

Born to Sunheart and Firefern who died when he was 23 moons old. He had two siblings.

After Willowlark’s death, Tornstar placed Moontuft in charge. 

Moonstar led his Clanmates from the docks in Canada into Yukon territory. 

Sneezeleaf

116 moons

She-cat

Shameless and formidable fighter

She was originally a loner back in the old territory but joined when she was 8 moons old and started training as a warrior.

Sneezeleaf is a clever kind of cat, and very wise. 

She’s protective of her Clanmates and always makes sure they are all ok.

Sneezeleaf evacuated most of the cats from the fire when the deputy at the time - Willowlark - was killed.

Ghostice

55 moons

Tom

Childish, natural intuition and ghost intuition

Ghostice was a loner in Canada and met the Clan cats when they arrived. Ghostice is a very skilled Medicine Cat.

He often plays pranks on various cats and is a very silly guy. 

He’s also quite positive.

Ghostice often sees glimmers of cats’ ghosts and in his dreams he often sees the ghosts of passed cats. 

He received a vision when they arrived that the cats were destined to split into four, and had to tell everyone about it.

Pineskip

85 moons

She-cat

Compassionate, unnatural senses and valuable insight

Pineskip was a kittypet aboard the ship they caught, named Pine. She was a very peaceful cat, and loved the Clan dearly, so she left with them.

Pineskip is a very skilled mediator because she is so kind and has good insight, and even before joining the Clan she was known as a mediating cat.

She occasionally misses her Twoleg, but is glad she joined MooseClan. He never put a collar on her or gave her kibble, but let her sleep in his cabin at night.

Lynxtuft

78 moons

Tom

Righteous, good story-teller and great kitsitter

Lynxtuft was a friend of Goose’s and a sailor cat who caught rats and mice on the ship, originally named Lynx. Lynx wasn’t born on the ship though, and is a very wild-like cat.

Lynxtuft misses Goose when they leave but is still glad he joined MooseClan. He loves to entertain the kits with stories; both real and made-up.

Lynxtuft quickly learnt everything about the Clans and was very persistent on joining, even though he knew he would have to leave his beloved-ship.

Fireroar

57 moons

Tom 

Nervous and lore master

Fireroar was a warrior when the forest fire occurred, but he wasn’t born into MooseClan. Although he was raised as one, Fireroar was found as a newborn kit by his mother’s dead body in their territory.

Fireroar has always been a bit of a nervous cat, especially since a fox got him when he was a newly made apprentice. It left a large scar on his back, near his tail.

He would prefer not to take charge in any situation, but enjoys helping. 

Wolfpaw

9 moons

She-cat 

Bloodthirsty, mossball hunter and oddly observant

Wolfpaw lived in a small town by the docks in Canada, and was found by Lynxtuft when they arrived. She happily joined them.

Wolfpaw is closest with Lynxtuft as they have quite a lot in common. 

She’s a very fast learner and enjoys training a lot. 

She can hear, see and smell anything before anyone else and is very loyal to her Clanmates.

Echokit

5 moons

Tom-kit 

Attention-seeker and quick-witted

Echokit was the kit of Bluewhisper and Willowlark and stuck close to the remaining members of the Clan. He had one sibling; Cloudkit.

Bluewhisper died whilst kitting and Cloudkit was still-born, and Willowlark was killed during the forest fire.

Echokit stuck close to Moonstar after his family died and admires him a lot.

He loves attention, but only because he missed out on a lot of it as a kit - what with the Clan travelling. 

Yewkit

4 moons

She-kit

Impulsive and mossball hunter

Yewkit was discovered by Moonstar when they were travelling to their territory and was abandoned.

Yewkit was abandoned only a quarter moon before Moonstar found her and has distinct memories of what her family looked like, but nothing else. She believes she got lost from them in a storm and that’s why she was alone.

Yewkit originally thought that if her family came back and found her, she’d leave with them, but now she considers MooseClan her new family.

Leafkit

1 moon

She-kit

Sweet and mossball hunter

Leafkit was the kit of Rippleheart and Cloverleaf, and a single kit.

Leafkit’s parents were both killed upon arrival is Canada by a loose dog in the town. 

Since then she stuck close to Yewkit and has a very tiny kitten crush on her, just because Yewkit always plays moss-ball with her and takes care of her. 

Leafkit is a very sweet kit and always offers to help where she can, but because she’s so young, she really can’t be that helpful. But, she tries.

[theesirenteller]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞 ; 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

◦•●◉✿ 𝙹𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙾𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚣/ 𝙾𝙵𝙲 ✿◉●•◦

Ofc; Suzanna "Suzie" Wallace-Ortiz

"Look Suzie please! Please just listen to me!" Juice pleaded frantically as he dodged and ducked from the flying flip flops. "I can't be without you. I..I don't wanna lose you!" he pleaded.

"You're a fucking liar! You left me!"

" Woman, I was in prison!"

"Well who's fucking fault was that?! Yours! Nobody told you to follow those inbreds, they're not your brothers! They wouldn't do the same for you!"

"You don't get it Suzie! I can't be alone!" Juice yelled His eyes filled with tears as his face grew reddened. His hands balled into fists at his sides. "I-I don't do good with being alone. I start thinking about shit and i…it just gets real fucking bad for me. The clubs all I've got, Suzie. WIthout you, they're all I've got."

The heartbroken look on his face made the busty blonde frown. She lowered the shoe in her hand as her glaring expression softened. "Aw sugarplum..," she cooed as she rushed over to the closet-sized trailer. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she embraced him closely. Her warm palm gently rested against the back of his shaved head that she began to caress. "I done told you before that you've got me, sugarplum. You'll always have me." she laid a kiss against the nape of his neck as he hugged her tightly.``But it can't be both. I don't do well being second best to a bunch of rough lookin' rednecks" 

Suzanna Jean Wallace loathed bikers with a passion Specifically Samcro. The men had a filthy reputation. Done unspeakable things to people. People she once loved and cared dearly for had fallen into the grave because of those men. 

Juice, her sweet sugarplum was different. He was so much better than them. She knew his heart was pure. He'd been the first man to kiss her with his lips instead of a fist after an argument. He held her like he needed her.  Suzie didn't care for the type of guys who were brainless macho men that only cared about emptying their balls in whatever pussy that could get a hold on. She needed someone to hold her at night. Someone who didn't mind watching reruns of soap operas and cartoons whilst eating cereal. Juice became all that and so much more. He was sweeter than the sweetest sweet tea. 

"I've let good things go all my life. I don't wanna let you go." He wept against her hair. His fingertips dug into the softness of her skin as he squeezed her. "Marry me." he murmured with a muffled tone.

Suzie tilted her neck back and looked at him wide-eyed "What?"

"Suzie.." Juice's hands cupped her face as he stared into her brown eyes. Both of their eyes were the same shade of dark brown. "Will you marry me? Just us. I mean i love you and you love me…you're my dream girl and fuck, i couldn't think of anyone else i'd wanna spend my life with." his words were rushed but he spoke from his heart.

Suzie was one of the nicest women he'd ever met. Sure, she was an overly emotional crybaby at times. Or a drama queen who threw the oddest, scariest fits when she didn't get her way. But! she never ceased to keep a smile on his face. She baked him cherry pies and sugar cookies whenever they were together. Everyone in the diner where she worked loved her. She was so lively. An immaculate lover that left his skin marked in love bites and scatch marks. So much so you'd think he'd fought a cat. Suzie wasn't a secret but she was scared. His scared, serene lover.

A high-ear piercing squeal escaped Suzie's lips before she tackled the tanned biker onto her bed. She peppered his face in sloppy kisses as she hugged his waist. "Of course I'll marry you, Sugar." The southern Mississippi native stood up abruptly and sassed, "I'll be needing a ring. Something pretty and sweet that makes me think of you." 

Juice chuckled happily as he grasped her hand and laid a kiss at her fingers. "Whatever you want," he agreed. Standing up on his feet again, he gleefully wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling Suzie into a bear hug. His lips ravenously crashed against hers. His lips soft to the touch, overlapped hers in a slowed, yearning, and tender embrace. 

She felt the strength he possessed by the way he lifted her in his arms as if she weighed little to nothing. Suzie couldn't help but to melt in his arms and kiss Juice tenderly. He stole the air from her lungs and in that moment she felt as though they were one. Just before her tongue could brush against his, Juice pulled away. His fingers tapping against her lower back,"I wanna marry you right now." he whispered an inch from her lips. Suzie could feel his heart beating against hers. 

Her smile beamed so bright that her cheeks hurt. "Let's go get married then, sugarplum." she said, nudging her nose against his. Suzie then pecked his lips before she smacked her hands against his chest, "Now get out, I gotta get proper." 

"Yes ma'am." He chuckled before rushing out of the trailer. Juice reached into his pants pocket for his phone and his finger itched over Jax's number. But, he froze for a moment as Suzie's words replayed in his head. He instead turned off his phone and shoved it into his back pocket.

Suzie rushed to get ready.  From freshening up in a five-minute shower to getting her outfit together; Suzie was frantic with excitement. She'd put on a white overbust corset from her closet with white knee-high tights her six-inch pleaser rose & white stripper heels, and white lace g-string graced her body. The southern belle proceeded to straighten her bottle-blonde hair until it fell effortlessly to the of her breast. As she went to work on her makeup; Juice had left on his motorcycle.

The man sped off down the dust roads until he arrived at a Jewelry shop on the outskirts of Charming near a small coastal town. He took a deep breath as he parked his bike. Straightening himself up and removing his glasses, juice proceeded to head inside. He walked along the two isles with his eyes skimming over the selections. So many designs and styles to choose from. Yet, almost instantly…the ring chose him. A dainty-sized gold ring flashed revealed itself to him. It was crafted in a Japanese peach blossom shape with a tiny pink rose-quartz crystal in the center. 

"Hey, excuse me! I'd like to purchase this one." He called out. Excitement bubbled in his tone. 

Nearly thirty-minutes later; After packing an overnight bag and tossing on her oversized Levi denim jacket, Suzie rushed out the trailer and approached Juice. He had been rolling a fat joint when she approached. The man's eyes widened as he looked her over. A wide grin stretching across his lips. "Wow babe, you look amazing," he said before kissing her cheek. 

"Thank you honey. You look as handsome as ever." Suzie smiled as she pecked the tip of his nose. Once Juice had placed his helmet on her head, the pair were off to Vegas.

An hour's drive felt like five minutes. Juice blazed the couple through the highway at the speed of lightning. It wasn't that he was in a rush to head back to Charming, no. The guy was just so filled with excitement that he barely could contain it. Something about making her Mrs.Ortiz just made him so chipper and feral.

The wedding chapel. One of many in the city that never sleeps. But, what made this one special was that there were no witnesses needed. The two love birds stood in front of one another with a Priest dressed as Elvis in between them. The couple couldn't wipe the smile off of their faces. It's only been three months that they'd known one another and been together. But, it felt like thirty years. For Suzie, it was love at first sight. The sight of his golden retriever smile and hippy attitude made her want to give the hunk of a man a son named Tanner and worship him endlessly.

Suzie wore a 2.99 viel she'd brought from outside the chapel and a 5.99 bouquet of faux white roses. The trailer park princess was finally becoming a proper wife. Tears filled her little Bambi eyes as her smile grew shaky.

"Do you Juan Ortiz take Suzanne Jean Wallace as your wife in sickness & in health? For better or worse for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Juice quickly nodded his head as he agreed. He proceeds to take the ring out of his pocket and slip it into her finger.

Suzie couldn't contain the squeaky sob that escaped her lips, "Oh my gosh sugarplum!" her heels click-clacked as she stomped her feet in delight.

The Elvis priest chuckled and shook his head as proceeded on, "Do you Suzanna Jean Wallace take Juan Ortiz to be your husband in-"

"Yes! No need to yip yap too much. I do." Suzie quickly interrupted. She excitedly pulled her father's old wedding band out from under bosom before proceeding to slip it onto Juice's finger. It was a perfect fit. Almost solidifying that they were in fact meant to be.

"Well then…" The Priest chuckled, "I now pronounce you Mr.&Mrs.Ortiz."

His muscular arms wrapped around her hips as Juice quickly lifted her up in his arms. Their lips clashed together passionately. Their mouths ravished one another until their noses were nudged and their tongues pressed closely against each other. The world suddenly felt still. No one else mattered but the two of them.

They'd gotten married fast but got to their honeymoon suite at the Mermaid Motel even quicker. Sweet sativa clouded the air as Mrs.Ortiz enjoyed her KFC chicken drumstick and fourth joint. Whilst Juice had been taking a call outside their room. Giggling to herself, Suzie watched a rerun of Mall Cop on the small TV that hung from the wall. Tilting her head back, she peeked through the curtains, her eyes narrowed in on Juice pacing back and forth. Which caused Suzie to roll her eyes.

"Fucking shit hole bikers." She muttered as she stood up from the couch. After tossing her drumstick down on her paper plate and tossing the remains of her blunt into her cherry coke can ; Suzie slips out of her heels and corset. Snatching two complimentary towels from the edge of the bed on her way out of the room, Suzie stalked toward where Juice stood. Quickly, she snatched his phone and ended the call with a snap of the flip phone.

"Hey! Babe what the hell?! That was important." Juice groaned with a huff.

"Not more important than fucking me stupid, sugarplum." She dismissed as she grasped his hand. "Let's go swimming, it's hot." her feet smacked against the pavement as she ran towards the vacant pool.

"Definitely not." He agreed as he chased behind her.

Towels were dropped at the edge of the pool as Suzie jumped in first. Juice quickly stripped out of his chunky boots, baggy jeans, and white tee before diving in after her. The fluorescent lights of the Mermaid Motel sign were their only lightning. Reflecting off the pool water. As the pair arose for air, Suzie playfully licked the side of his face. " Sweeter than a sweet tatar." She laughed.

"Whatever weirdo." Juice laughed as he splashed water her way.

"No! My makeup!" She giggled as she shielded her face with her hands.

"You're looking like a corpse bride right about now babe." He teased as he continued to splash her. The two splashed one another until she had no choice but to turn around and reach for her towel to pay her face dry.

As she gently tapped her face, he came behind her. His hands rubbed along her hips up to her breasts. Squeezing at her squishy pear-shaped mounds as his thumbs fondled at her nipples. A low whimper escaped her giggling lips. His pouty lips warmed her cool skin as he kissed along her neck. He adorned her skin with his lips and tongue, nibbling at her flesh. "You're so pretty baby." he murmured against her. Grasping greedily at her breasts he tugged her closer.

Her small hands draped over his larger ones as Suzie softly moaned. Arching her lower back, she grinds her ass against his crotch. Her nails dragged along his forearms that she couldn't help but grasp and caress. His stiff cock grinding against her plump cheeks needily earned a muffled groan to leave his lips. His large hand grasped at her throat and jaw, tugging her back as he did so. His tongue dipped down into her mouth. Their tongues licked against one another as their lips messily pressed and dragged passionately on and off each other. The way his tongue would massage the back of her mouth made her clit throb as she eagerly rocked back against his growing erection.

Juice had to have one the most modest men who carried a third leg Suzie ever encountered. Despite their first time being a quick five-minute bathroom bang; she never expected the Glock-sized cock he had. By looking at him and his demeanor, she never expected it. But their second hook-up in her trailer gave her a juicy first look. The man, her man was a whooping eight inches with about a five-inch girth. Not that she had a ruler but it was pretty clear. Circumcised (thankfully) and perfectly, cleanly shaven. He kept his hair as neat as his Mohawk. A slight tilt upward shaft that just plunged her whenever he rammed into her.

Just like now. Suzie had been so blissfully enchanted by his tongue in her mouth and his left hand groping at her breast; That she hadn't realized how swiftly he lifted and pressed her left leg to her waist. His thick and veiny shaft stuffed into her silken hole with little ease. Suzie let out a cry of both pleasure and pain. Her thighs shook as her hips jolted back against his. "Ah! You fucking mad mohawker!" she cursed through teary-eyed laughter. He made her a complete and utter mess. and she loved every minute of it.

"Shouldn't have interrupted my call, baby"Juice laughed in her ear as he dug deeper inside her. His fingers pressed against her throbbing clit and he rubbed at it tenderly. Suddenly, the cool evening air is stifling, and Suzie starts to feel like she's suffocating. Overwhelmed by the pleasure he's basking on her. The way his hips snapped against hers when his throbbing, thick veiny cock drilled into her with a force that matched the roaring of thunder. Her moans grew so loud that Juice had to stuff his fingers into her mouth.

The newlywed's pleasurable night was only the beginning of their wild ride. Their love was a fire that would burn down any obstacle in their way. No matter how 'Brotherly' that obstacle was.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

I'm gonna call this 'Chapter One'

[sea-owl]

Inspired by my favorite fairytale Snow White and Rose Red. Was originally gonna be for polin week day six but I'm late, oh well.

In the wooded country side of England sat the Ancestral home of the Featherington family, and on the lands their home grew several flowers in honor of the family's crest of the Butterfly. Among those flowers grew two shrubs, one containing the blush white Penelope Roses, and the other grew the multicolored pink, lavender, and green Felicity Hydrangeas.

The lady of the house, Lady Featherington, loved these two flower shrubs so dearly she had named her younger two daughters after them, Penelope and Felicity. As seemed to follow their namesakes the two girls were also like the flowers. Penelope was the quieter one of the two, preferring to read and write her stories. Felicity loved running through the woods, and causing mischief. The two girl loved one another dearly, often seen walking about hand in hand as they roamed about the woods.

The animals of the woods that surrounded their home trusted the two girls. Little hares would eat cabbage from their hands, deer would graze beside them, and the birds would continue to sing their songs in the trees. Neither girl fearing the woods that surround their home, as they knew they were perfectly safe, and trusted the woods. Many a night the girls laid down on the mossy ground when it had grown too dark to continue forward.

On one such of those nights, the two girls were collecting berries and had lost track of time. A tree root has gently raised itself to stop the girls from going forward.

"Perhaps we should stop here for the night," Penelope suggested. Felicity nodded and the two girls drifted off to sleep.

Felicity's eyes shot open at the sound of her sister's gasp and hands yanking her back. "Penelope?!" Felicity exclaimed, still groggy.

She looked up, but Penelope kept her eyes straight ahead. Not far from where the girls were sleeping was a rocky cliff. The trees last night had stopped them from going over.

When the girls later told their mother and older sisters, Portia did not seem at all shocked. "Remember, girls, so long as we take care of the woods, the woods will take care of us."

As summer turned to fall, Portia had to leave for business in London. She took her two oldest with her and instructed her younger daughters to take care.

"Remember, my daughters trust the woods. So long as you do it will not lead you astray."

Penelope and Felicity nodded. "Yes, mother."

As the girls finished their chores, night fell, and they sat by the fire. Penelope read aloud while Felicity practiced her water colors.

"Then the prince kissed the sleeping princess-"

Felicity wrinkled her nose. "That's creepy."

"-with true love's kiss. The princess had awoken and they live happily ever after."

"Could you imagine how weird it would be if you laid down for a nap, and then some bloke is just standing above you and ruining your good dreams by kissing you!" Felicity said, waving her paint brush around. "Like, good sir, I would like to nap in peace, please!"

Penelope giggled but was soon interrupted by a knock on the door. "Felicity, please open the door. It must be a traveler looking for shelter for the night."

Sheltering travelers was nothing new to the girls. It was often told that part of protecting the woods, they must also protect its travelers so no harm came to either.

Felicity nodded and got up from her spot. Unlocking the door, Felicity was not expecting the sight before her.

Felicity let out a shriek at the sight of a very large brown bear head poking through the door. Throwing herself backward, Felicity quickly hid behind her sister.

"Please," a voice said. "I mean no harm. I only wish to warm myself a little."

Both sisters snapped their full attention on the bear. The brown bear was looking at them with green eyes that almost seemed human.

"It's a talking bear!" Felicity exclaimed, now coming out of her hiding spot. She came closer, excitedly curious about their new guest.

"Oh, you poor thing," Penelope said. "Come in and lay by the fire."

"Thank you," the bear said as he made his way inside. "My name is Colin."

Felicity giggled. "How silly, a bear named Colin."

The girls took a broom and gently sweeped off leaves and early frost off the bear's back. He was patient with the girls especially when they brushed through a particularly knoted tangle. When the Colin's fur was dry and warm from the hearth, Felicity had climbed up onto his back. Colin laid down to make it easier for her.

Penelope sat next to them as she read more stories.

"She's likely to fall asleep up there," Penelope said as she finished another story.

"It does not bother me," Colin said. "She's so small I barely feel her."

Penelope tilted her head. "What's it like being a bear?"

"What's it like being a human?" Colin countered.

Penelope giggled. "We do humans things, I suppose. Eat, sleep, walk, marry, read, paint, and write, among other things."

"Some of those things bears do too," Colin pointed out.

Penelope giggled again. "I suppose you're right."

The two continued to talk until Penelope could no longer hold open her eyes. Unknowingly, she laid against Colin and his warm fur.

Colin couldn't help but smile himself as he laid his head down to sleep. It has been so long since he had been in the company of others. Maybe listening to the woods wasn't a bad idea since it led him to the Featherington sisters.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Kistune (Villainous oc)

Name: Noriko Hidalgo/Kyubi Noriko

Age: Same Age As G-Lo And Green Rod

Sexuality: Bisexual

Affiliations: M-Men; PEACE; White Hat Organization (later)

Headcanon Voice Actor: Kimiko Glenn (English) ; Angie Villa (Japanese)

Ethnicity: Mexican/Japanese

Occupation: Sidekick; Swordswoman; Martial artist

DOB: August 2nd

Abilities: Kyubi Soul-it is a trait passed down by the Kyubi clan that gifts the person with the powers of a kitsune- illusion making, shapeshifting, physiology, healing, fox fire manipulation, possession, etc; Sword fighting skills; Martial arts skills

Residence: Mexico City, Mexico (current); Tokyo, Japan (birthplace)

Relatives: Salvaje/Jaime Hidalgo (father-deceased); Kyubi Sakuya (mother-deceased); Kyubi Katsuyori/Oyoroi (uncle); Kyubi Kenji (cousin); Coyote/Brian Z. Romero (older-half brother); numerous half-siblings

Species: Human with the Kyubi soul

Personality: She is a very hot headed type who oftentimes butt heads with people who she heavily disagrees with. She tends to be tomboyish but is not above a lot of feminine interests. She respected and loved her father very much despite his own issues and dearly misses him. She also is willing to make an effort to be friends with Coyote despite being a villain due to being interested in finding out more about her siblings. She also is a loyal friend and will do what she can to stick to them when the chips are down. She is willing to go heads first with someone if it means defending them. Due to being trained in martial arts and sword fighting, she lets her more hot blooded tendencies wane so that she can think strategically. She also takes pride in both sides of her heritage and will happily boast showing them off if she can. She is not above mocking people if she has little respect for them. She is someone who doesn't put with other people's bs and will not be bossed around by others.

Background:She was born between Mexican superhero, Salvaje, and his villainous lover, Kyubi Sakuya, who was the sister to the head of the Kyubi Clan, a noted yakuza crime family. When she was two there was a strife that broke out due to the fact that Kitsune was half-Japanese and thus was unfit to have in the family. During the strife, her mother was poisoned by a disgruntled follower and out of desperation her uncle sent her to live with her father who found out about her existence by being sent to the M-Men residence. There she was raised by him and trained in her powers. She would later go on to become his sidekick and fight evil. However, when she was eighteen years old he died being killed by his archnemesis, Smilodón. She would stay with the M-Men, but felt distraught after his death and tried to cope. She would later learn about her father and his many romantic trysts which led to her many different half-siblings, including Coyote. She would later meet him and they would grow to form a bond even though they are opposite moral alignments.

* She knows Japanese, English, and Spanish.

* She's the only child that Salvaje ever raised.

* Kitsune udon and tacos are her favorite food. She loves spicy food, any tofu products, and adzuki bean products.

* She's X-23 if she was raised by Wolverine. She also takes some aspects from Daken like his half Japanese status.

* She's the youngest known child of Salvaje.

* She can switch between showing her kitsune traits.

* She would have been raised a villain if her mother didn't die.

* Her maternal family has ties with Lady Naga, Madame White Snake, Frostbite, and Humiko's clan.

* Although she heavily leans on her Japanese heritage, she is just as in touch with her Mexican heritage as well.

* She grows close to Green Rod due to their dads once being friends and being her brother's girlfriend.

* The Kyubi soul trait is based on the devil gene from Tekken.

* She sometimes is curious about her mother since she died when she was young and often talked to her father about her.

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[otherworldseekers]

12. List 3 ships you currently love

26. What’s ONE location that’s important to them?

To be honest, I've never been much of a shipper, not until FFXIV anyway. (It really does rewire your brain!) And it's actually very rare for me to ship anything in any kind of popular media. But I'm not going to go easy on myself by listing Severia x Nero! So sorry if some of these are really obscure.

WoL/Elidibus. This is... mostly theoretical. I absolutely adore Elidibus and I want to ship someone with him so badly! I have yet to ascertain if either of my possible OCs (not Severia, of course) would work with him. (I have certain IDEAS for Noloty, but I have to get her deeper into the story to be sure.) But just the whole WoL/Elidibus VIBE is SO GOOD.

Rishe Irmgard Weitzner/Arnold Hein from 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life with her Worst Enemy! light novels/anime. I started reading these novels a while back and instantly fell in love. They are, I think, the best iteration of the core trope I've seen so far. And the FL and ML are SO GOOD. I love their relationship. I love that they are both wickedly intelligent and both have their own goals and motivations which sometimes put them at odds but always ultimately bring them closer together. I want them to have a happily ever after so bad!

Noloty Malche/Enlike Bishile from Tatakau Shisho (aka The Book of Bantorra) light novels/anime. These are some of my all time favorite books, right up there with LOTR and Dune. And my favorite character from them is Noloty Malche (whom my Noloty is modeled on). The thing about their relationship is that 1. Enlike is a horribly traumatized person 2. Noloty is like his Sun 3. there's practically no actual romance but they are so, so, so important to each other and 4. they should have had more time! I will forever be crying over them but I love, love, love them dearly.

Moving on!

One location that is important to Severia and Nero... I'm going to go with their house in the Lavender Beds. It might seem like the easy answer, but it's very significant to Severia's growth. She was always the kind of person who preferred being on the move, never settling down anywhere. Even her rooms at the Rising Stones were just bare bones where she sometimes slept and nothing else until Nero came along. Nero has of course also been moving around without a home for a long time due to having a military career. But I think he's always wanted to have a home with someone. Buying a house and making it into somewhere for them to stay and live in together after EW is a big move for them. And Severia ends up loving it much more than she thought she would.

Thanks so much for the ask! 🥰

[fictionkinfessions]

To the fandom who seem to think I got married within those three years and lived happily ever after... That is just not how things went. You don't seem to understand how grief and trauma work.

I lived a long life, I outlived most of the people I loved, but it was not a 'happy ending'. I was dealing with the trauma of being a war veteran before I even hit 20 (and the horrors we went through during our time in the military are unimaginable). And more than that, I was wracked by grief and guilt.

I had lost my soulmate. My best friend. The boy I loved in ways so intense that they transcend time and space, and no words could ever do justice to. Do you people think I just moved on from that? I was never the same. I had a permanent hole in my heart once he was gone, a dull ache in my chest that never went away. We had always been together since we were little kids. The circumstances of his death and being without him destroyed me. We promised we'd be together forever and then we weren't, and all I could do was wait to reunite with him in hell.

Not only that but I effectively lost the other most important person to me, since I didn't get to see her again for a long time and both of us were so destroyed by losing a third of our soul. Our family had been torn apart (for all of us, this wasn't the first time, but it was the one that hurt the most).

I had to rebuild the world and carry the guilt of knowing all those people and all that destruction was caused by the man I loved more than anything, who I'd shared dreams with since we were children, whose touch felt like home. I felt selfish for mourning him when he'd killed millions. But as one of my closest friends told me back then, I had to grieve for the man I loved. I couldn't grieve for all of humanity. I was only human myself, after all.

And yes, eventually I did marry her as is the common interpretation. I found some kind of peace and she was my rock. My constant. She became my home. But that took a lot of time, and a lot of pain and tears. I didn't just jump into bed with her at the first opportunity. I didn't 'rizz her up' and make her my wife straight away. We also never had children - neither of us were the type of people who would have wanted that, and given our pasts there was far too much trauma there.

I was never the same. She knew that too. She could see it in my eyes and the way I used to stare out at the ocean contemplating whether it was really worth staying alive. She knew that I never stopped loving him unconditionally until the day I died, despite everything. She understood that he was a part of me nothing would ever be able to erase or replace. And I felt guilty in turn that she was stuck with me, a man who was trapped in the past and couldn't get over his grief. A man who felt like he never really grew up at all and stayed a boy. I felt like a burden, and I felt like she deserved better.

Neither of us felt like good people. We had both done terrible things. But she was always a good person to me, and I to her, so that's all that really mattered. I loved her so dearly, but the way our love is described most of the time leaves a pit in my stomach, because no one understands us at all.

This was very long, I do apologize. But these are some feelings that have been bothering me for a long time. - 🐚🌊⛅

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