#anyway i think I have to tell my sister and aunt she tried to pull this

[arinrowan]

I was trying to do a concise summary of why I'm angry at my mom but it was something like five paragraphs long so long story short, my mom's had multiple health issues this year that had her end up in the hospital three times (possibly more, I feel like I'm forgetting one). She's also currently recovering from cracked ribs and a broken lumbar and pneumonia in late August. Despite this, she's convinced she should still do an international trip in November. (Nevermind the last two times she's traveled abroad she's ended up in the hospital).

My sister and aunt keep telling her not to do it and giving her a list of reasons it's a terrible idea. She keeps waffling on whether or not she'll cancel. Today, she told me she told them she'd canceled but hadn't decided yet, and that I shouldn't tell them. I told her I wasn't doing this and hung up.

The conversation deteriorated from there.

Mom said she didn't deserve that. I said my sister and aunt didn't deserve her ignoring all their concerns and then telling me to lie to them. She said it wasn't lying, just not telling them, and that I always assume the worst of her.

Furious at her. Every time she has a health flare or ends up in the hospital, it makes all of us sick with stress, and she keeps trying to brush it off or act like it isn't a big deal or we're making mountains out of molehills. Meanwhile I spent last night telling my sister she wasn't a bad daughter for telling mom not to come out for my nephew's surgery next month because the last time mom visited she had three severe vertigo attacks and almost fell (again). I don't think she realizes just how angry all of us are about it, or how selfish it is for her to act like family members being scared she'll end up in the hospital for the 4th (fourth) time this year is irrational.

[tanadrin]

Then you have those who legitimately had no idea what gender was even because we grew up in a tiny Irish village in the early 2000s, and because the one book they had was ‘Noughts & Crosses’, and the one film they had was ‘Men In Black II’, they didn’t know what racism was either, thinking America was ruled by black people. Like I was a pasty 9 year old with three sisters. When I was 7 one of my sisters decided to become my brother, then went back to being my sister a few years later, and I didn’t think anything of it, I thought that was accepted, that you could be whatever whenever you wanted. I got another brother the same year (this one born); to date my sister is still my sister, although she occasionally goes back to being my second brother when he feels like it. I thought my aunts in London were married for years, and my uncle got divorced when I was twelve, but no one explicitly told me so I didn’t find out for another twelve years. I have a cousin who became mute after brain damage and claims benefits but I know he can still talk because he swore me out when I was teaching him how to swim, he just doesn’t like his mothers. Now my other cousin also has stage four cancer but has never mentioned it any time we have hung out, I had to find out from my mother, and another cousin of mine died of a brain aneurysm but no one told me until a month later. I am agender, asexual, and aromantic, but don’t often tell anybody because it doesn’t come up. Which has led to me accidentally having to go on dates a lot: my sister who went to Australia to be an architect for a year but never got to be says I have ‘unbelievable rizz’, like I’m so oblivious to romantic tension that I seem interested when I’m just trying to be a person. Like I told someone she had a ‘perfect sneeze’ once and she tried to bring me into a throuple. And I had to stay a while since I was too socially awkward to say I didn’t want to be there. Same thing happened when a friend was moving to Poland and I made my way across the country to see her off. Then when I was going to the cinema last year someone lit a tram on fire in front of it so they gave me three months worth of free cinema, and pretty much anyone I asked to go with me thought it was a date, and I had to say yes because like you can’t turn someone down if you accidentally ask them out. Then afterward I went to the bank and accidentally found a secret door to a speakeasy next door with a password and 70% absinthe drunk out of lemons. And the guy from ‘Django Unchained’ was there, he’d been shooting a game show with his daughter (who was also there) in the country (this was not America), so we drank for a bit until he was done. He was a little annoyed that I didn’t seem drunk before seeming impressed when I mentioned I can’t really get drunk due to some weird genetic thing, the most I get being that I feel like if someone asked me for the truth about anything I would tell them, so basically truth serum, although I don’t really have secrets, so there’s nothing to tell. The most I’ve done is leak television pilots or films I’ve found access to on the internet, that people didn’t know had been leaked. Or spot plagiarism. Like I have the script for the new ‘Nosferstu’, I put it in my bag I carry around all the time, then like the next day my lecturer was talking about the original ‘Nosferstu’ and I said “Oh I have the script for that would you like it?” and he said “Yes.” so I pulled it out and he had expected me to be taking out my computer or something to share a PDF of the old film’s script, not for me to just hand him the new film’s script, and the look on his face had me go “wait.” I have surprised you? And anyway that same day someone tried to pass off a short story of mine I’d shared anonymously in Cork two years prior as their own, and this was Dublin, I didn’t know them, so I was more amazed at the circumstances of my merely being there than annoyed by the plagiarism (like if he’d asked I’d have let him, but he didn’t even know I was the writer, so he was just a massive coincidence). I am 23.

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[aphroditesmoon]

sea, swallow me (part III)

jacaerys velaryon x fem!velaryon!reader

part 4

summary: when jacaerys finally meets the hidden bastard of corlys velaryon, he loses interests in his betrothed Baela and intends to make her aunt his, but are you really what your family has made you up to be?

warnings: this fic is inspired by the movie 'song of the sea', CANON DIVERGENCE, slowburn, aged up jace (18 yrs old), reader has selective mutism (she CAN talk), reader is 5 years older than jace, selkie! reader, reader's race is NOT specified(adopted!reader), cursing, nsfw content in future chapters,typical ASOIAF sexism, typical asoiaf targcest.

a/n:

taglist: @marytargaryen , @cdragons , @libdarkheart , @bellstwd , @dianxiaxiexie

@cumslutforaemond , @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

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“Will you not say goodbye to your father?” Corlys had not even an ounce of guilt in his eyes. You shook your head as a no, receiving his predictable sigh.

“Come here.” He pleads. You give in and walk into his arms. He held you like he’s about to lose you for good. I’m coming back, you wanted to tell him. But your pride won the best of you. “No matter what happens, or how much you’ve grown to hate or tire of me, you will always-’’ he leaned closer to your temple as he whispers, “-be my daughter.” I could never hate you. When you pulled away slightly, you notice how hies eyes stray from you towards the large ship, specifically towards Daemon and Rhaenyra.

He gives you one last look, a certain graveness in his face that is now devoid of his usual small smile. “Come back to me safely.” You nod in a promise, untangling your hand from his as you turn the awaiting Rhaena, smiling as brightly as the sun.

She gives you a thumbs up as you reach her. “Finally, you will have the best time in Dragonstone, I’ll make sure of it.” She crosses her arm with yours, climbing up the ship. You spare one last glance towards your father, now face to face with Rhaenyra, probably giving her some sort of ‘don’t get her killed speech’.  “Grandsire acts like we’ll drown you the first chance we get once we reach home, it’s offending, truly.” You grinned at the younger girl, letting her rest her head on your shoulder for a minute before she jolts up again. She never was the one able to sit still.

“Baela, we have ourselves another woman on the ship!” Rhaena yells out to her sister who’s just arrived from behind the deck. “Auntie?” She asks sweetly, like she’s known you for ages. “I thought grandsire said no?” You winked at Baela who’s now by your left side.

“I made father ask again.” Rhaena grinned cheekily, earning a laugh from her sister. “And it worked? I thought father’s only good at pissing him off even more, that’s what Rhaenys said at least.” She only receives a shrug from the other girl, and so she dropped it.

“Well anyways, this is great, you know sometimes we’d get glimpses of fishes swimming, I’ve seen a dolpin once actually! We were 12, I think, Rhaena thought it was a mermaid.” A mute airy laugh escapes you at the information while Rhaena shoves Baela and tells her to shut up. “It’s always nice to sail around- unless you get seasick like Lucerys that is. Though I will have to warn you of a particular annoyance that’ll occur almost every minute once we’re off. It sounds a lot like this; ‘Oi! Get away from the edge, you could’ve fell you know? Oi! Stop breathing too hard at the water!’ “ Her accurate imitation of Jacaerys cracks a smile out of you as Rhaena decides to join in with her own imitations.

“ Oi! Mother said I’m in charge, that means no littering in the ship!” Baela turn her head to her side as she laughs hardly, hands clutching her chest. “ ‘How dare you disobey me, You’ll hear from mother!’ ” The three of you giggled to yourself, Rhaena already kneeling on the floor covering her face while you and Baela tried not to fall off the ship.

“Oi!” A familiar voice shouts suddenly, the sisters and you raise your heads to meet a confused Jacaerys standing before you.

You share a look with them and start to laugh again in his face. “Can you three at least stop leaning at the edge, we’re about to go.” His words are outrightly ignored as Baela points a finger at his face. “See, I told you.” She says to you, earning an incoherent lip movement from you. I know. You almost said. He’s about as identical as an annoying baby seal. You would know. Always yapping around.

“See what?” He asks desperately. The older girl just shook her head as she calmed down. “Nothing, see nothing.” She attempts to assure him, only deepening his frown. “I feel like you’re all ganging up againts me, which is insulting considering I’ve done nothing but-“

“- But be the most boring person in the whole world.” Rhaena completes his words, earning a glare. “I’m responsible, not boring.” The sisters groaned loudly at that and move to push him away towards another direction. “Hey! What’d I do?” You hear him ask as he’s being shoved away. “Go be a prissy prat somewhere else.” Baela responds. Your eyes wonder towards Daemon and Rhaenyra, further on your opposite, talking again in the same serious and boring old people manner. After fighting your own consciousness, you turn around to the sight of your home, and you let yourself risk crying in public as you search for your father at where he stood.

He was already walking away. I’m sorry. You should’ve said, even though you weren’t. I’ll miss you.

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It was a long journey, or maybe it wasn’t, maybe you just hadn’t been in sea for a long time.

You notice how Rhaenyra stares at you from time to time as you spend most of your time looking out the sea and below it. It was not malicious, or scrutiny. It was the kind of look that made her seem like she was searching for something on you. And she wasn’t exactly shy about it either, only smiling whenever you looked back.  Is it weird that you’re here? You finally ask yourself. You weren’t family, not really. But you felt like it with Rhaena and Baela. You felt them as your sisters, just like Laena was to you.

Another person whom you’ve noticed couldn’t keep his eyes from you was Jace.

In fact, you were sure the only thing stopping him from walking over and attempting a conversation was the girl by your side. Baela had went to sleep by a chair. You turn your head to the corner where Lucerys is huddled by, trying not to pass out after throwing up all afternoon. Giving a nudge at Rhaena, you cocked your head towards her betrothed. “Oh, at least he’s now throwing up anymore.” She says happily. You raise a brow. “Will you be fine alone?” She asks concerningly. You smile and mouthed to her ‘I’m not alone’, while beckoning to the ship crew and her family. She shares your smile and squeezes your hand before walking over to the boy, pulling him up slightly to help him.

How many seconds would he take? You ask yourself. 5,4,3,2- “Hello.” He’s leaning againts the ship on your left, stealing glances between you and the sea. “Hello.” You whisper, too low for him to hear, but he smiles and you wondered if he did hear it anyway.

“Are you having a good time?” He asks. You nod once, turning from the sea to his face. “Great.” He responds awkwardly. “That’s great…” You turn again towards the waters. After a moment’s silence, he speaks again; “Are you purposely not talking to me, because you don’t like me?” The bluntness in his tone almost makes you laugh. “Do not think yourself too greatly, Jacaerys. I do nothing for anyone else but myself.” You speak gently, a gift for his ears only. His grin, became only yours to see too. "My apologies then." His skin was reflecting the shine of the setting sun. Though you're not sure if it has anything to do with your fast beating heart every time his brown orbs shined from the light.

Neither of you had mentioned the other night. You wondered if he too stayed awake all night with the memory of how the other looked under the moon's glow. You flinched hard when your eyes caught sight of a moving creature under the deep blues. You hastened to look more closely, standing on your tiptoes now.

“What? What was it?” Jace asks worriedly, his hands immediately gripping your wrist in case you fall. The waves are empty as you remain watchful, until finally, It swims back up. Jacaerys himself leans closer to look when he hears you gasping loudly.

Your hands were quick to reach out from the far distance. As if you’re saying; Look! It came for me!

“It’s a seal- gods.” Jacaerys laughs in awe at the sight, watching as the sea creature swims closer before diving back into the deep waters. You grinned wildly at him, the joys you had felt was unspeakable. Did you see that? You wanted to ask him. Of course he did. He was there. He couldn’t understand why you were so happy to see it though. You haven’t been able to leave the confinements of your room in years, the sight of a seal had been enough to excite you. Of course it did.

The prince did not understand why you seemed to be so alive above the seas, but he needed you to look at him the way you just did for the rest of his life.

Your beauty is alien, not that you’re too different from other women, but the unearthly way you carry yourself with had sparked a hunger within him that he never realized was there to begin with. An emptiness he had been content with ignoring before, but now he’s sure there could be no other way to put it off but to satiate it. "Have you seen a seal before?" He inquires, in which you responded within eager nod. "Adorable aren't they? It's quite rare to catch sight of them this easy." You raised your brows and shrugged.

Could he live the rest of his life with that emptiness, or would he risk another glance on your way and move forward with the sealed fate that would come with it? He meets your gaze, and he realizes then, there was no choices left. His heart and mind have already decided since he first saw you. "You must've lured it here, with your voice." He teases, making you scoff and turn your head away. He would honestly believe that the animal had followed you blindly for your small laughs and whisper talks. For he had too.

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The first thing you noticed once the ship reached the dock, was how isolated the Dragonstone castle actually is. You’ve read of the island of the Blackwaters and yet it’s sight still sent shivers down your spine. Somehow the singularity of the castle only made it seem bigger.

“It looks like a scale.” You muttered to yourself. “A dragon scale, most accurately.” The prince quipped at your side. You hadn’t notice that he was still next to you. He spares a grin for you despite his obvious tiredness. making you smile yourself. The two of you follow after the elders and the rest of the tired children down the ship. A mental note to hide your obvious awe of the building was made once you notice the glances sent to you by the others. “Beautiful, Isn’t it?” Daemon asks, twisting his neck to give you a glance as he kept walking. You nod in agreement. It is beautiful. “I hope you’ll make yourself comfortable here, dear.” Rhaenyra adds with a polite smile, that you easily returned with your own. You part from Jacaerys’ side hesitantly, pretending not to see him watching you take your leave and move towardsRhaena as she helps you to an empty chamber near hers.

“I know it seems quite lonely here, but there’s quite a lot we can still do.” She exclaims positively. “You told me that you liked to read before?” You nodded. “Well, our library is huge, larger than grandsire’s I’d say actually. Father likes to read as well, he’s much more studious than he looks like.” She explains with a grin. You raised a brow as if to ask, what’s more?

“Welll…” She dragged, tilting her head up as she tries to think of something. “Ah! Chess, it’s a board game we often play in the library, I could teach you later” She says surely. “The boys like to practice their sword fighting outside in the morning, It’s quite fun to pick a side and turn it into a fight.” You frowned in distaste. Humans had weird humor and taste in enjoyment. You lift your head to see around the stunning place. Were the walls made of real Valyrian stones? At least that was what you’ve heard.

The room you were given was bigger than expected. The walls were covered in pale colored florals and the bed seems untouched. You liked it. Though you wouldn’t admit, that the lengthy space was making you feel small, and though it’s too late now, you were starting to miss the comforting and secure feeling of your smaller room back in Driftmark. You notice the windows and leave your clothes to be fixed upon by servants called by Rhaena. Thing but long curtains were all that covered the empty square inside the walls by your bedside. Pulling aside the curtains, a fleeting sense of joy filled you when you saw how you’ve gotten a direct view of the sea. The water here seemed vastly different to the ones at home. They seemed more blue, and it circled around the castle too. If you hadn’t already gotten used to loneliness, the way this castle was caged would’ve scared you. “Are you alright?” Rhaena asks after the servants have left, fluffing out your pillow. You walk over to her with a smile as an answer. Her eyes were already red from tiredness, and the way she hunched told you that she needed a good sleep to go with after a bath. “If you need anything, you can call for the guards and servants. I’m also very near, so you can come to me too.” She briefed quickly.

The two of you exchanged cheek kisses before she leaves to her chambers, and you to your newfound freedom. You make haste to your warm bath that was prepared earlier. The warm water soothed the straining ache in your fingers when you dipped them in. The way you had gripped the edge of the ship, it wasn’t surprising to you that they hurt. You climb inside the tub after ridding yourself of your dirty clothes, letting it envelope your body. As your back finally hit the end of the tub and your feet on the opposite, you start to wonder when exactly had water began feeling so foreign to you. You were the ocean’s child, but has the distance you’ve been keeping from it, made you less of the sea? You remembered the night you went for a swim, risking your own identity when Jace had found you. Would you ever get the chance to be who you really are after this?

It seemed not, unless you’re willing to take the risk of losing everything.

You rinsed yourself off after 15 minutes of soaking in the water. Dressed up for bed, you didn’t feel like sleeping yet, so, you put on your frilly socks before opening your doors. The distant guarding men neither looked nor said anything to you as you kept walking as if you knew the way. You saw the staircase you assumed would lead to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s room. If he’s so keen of the library, then it must be placed close to him.

So you climbed up the large and lavish steps until you reached the top. Large sets of doors with a guard by it was by your right, most proabably their chambers. You turn to your left instead.It was a short distance when you reached a room without doors before them. Easily recognised by the fully shelved books in the space, you congratulate yourself before entering the library. Rhaena was right about one thing, it was bigger than the one back home. The smell of old books and melting candlelight fills your nostrils, putting you both at ease and in excitement. You look through every rack in one glance, recognizing some of the titles and picking up some that you haven’t. It was one of the first glorious finds in your freedom and it was delightful. You inspect a beautiful but oddly covered book entitled ‘Frogkisser’. It seemed to be a children’s book, though you wondered how true does the tale of princesses kissing frog to turn them into princes are.

Considering these same human have also thought selkies as a myth too.

Rising up from your crouching position after pushing the book back into it’s place, you let out a loud yelp your steps on something stiff. An answering ‘ouch’ told all that you needed to know. “Will you stop stalking me!” You whisper-yelled against your own refusal. His eyes widen and a scoff leaves him offendedly. “I’m not!” He’s standing awkwardly before you, hair mussed up and eyes droopy. Like a little fluffy dog. You gave him a pointed look and sighed. “Why are you here then?” He goes quiet. “Look, it’s late. Perhaps we can do a postmortem tomorrow? I’ll leave to my chambers.” You decided. “I’ll walk you.” He confidently says before catching up to you side.

You won’t tell it to his face, but you were almost glad that he was awake, and that he came to look for you. Being alone was what you made yourself get use to, for the sake of survival. That didn’t mean you had liked it.  You don’t ask him why he was looking for you, and he doesn’t ask you why you can’t sleep. “Are you always this clingy?” You inquire. He shares a tired smile with you before answering; “Only with those I’ve come to admire.” A laugh strings out of your throat. Jacaerys beams. “Do you use that with every girl you meet?”

The distance to your room felt shorter than it did minutes ago as the both of you reach the doors.  His hand brushes over yours. A short flicker you wished you didn’t feel, because now that’ll be all you think of until you fall asleep. “No. just you.” He responds softly. You feel yourself avoiding his attached gaze. At first it was anticipation, and intensity that burned by your chest. But one look at him, you’re reminded of his betrothal towards Baela, and your anticipation was replaced with shame. And what is he doing to himself too? Saying things and doing things he ought not to. “Be careful, squid hands. You should not place them where they don’t belong and your tongue where they are forbidden to speak of.” He is unfazed by your words, gaze dizzy as it remains on you. “I like you with your hair down.” He says suddenly. ‘Excuse me?”

“They look like a mess of waves, even in their neatest form. You are beautiful.”  He had left you speechless. You were confused and mute, staring at him like he’s the craziest man on earth. “Perhaps you need to sleep.” You decided. “Yes, I do. I wish to take you on a tour of this castle tomorrow, so you better get some rest yourself.” He makes sure to cut you off before you could speak by turning around and walking away immediately.

[rorynn]

A strange little human but brave. pt 2

Authors note: here @angrycoffeebean sorry guys i didn’t post pt.2 already. I had too much stuff to deal with.. enyway Enjoy reading. In this part you. (The reader and her older sister are teenagers.)

Reader is trained to as a warrior in their lab (even tho you are human) and your sister is studying to be a sciencist. And Aunt Gigi is my Oc.The firt pic is not mine. Reader is 13-14. And her sister is the same age as Spider.

When you met Lo’ak and Spider, you think you won’t see them again.

Turns out you were wrong.

When you went out to try to climb a giant tree. You failed.

Then you heard noises coming from the bushes. You took a rock out of your pocket, ready to throw at someone or something.

When it came out you throw at it and threatened it.

Then you stopped when you saw it was just Spider with his hand on his head.

You then scolded him "SPIDER! I'VE COULDEV KILLED YOU WITH THESE!! What are you doing here anyway?"

He said he wanted to see you again after what happened yesterday..

then he asked you what were you doing?

You then told him you were trying to climb a tree like a Na'vi does.

So he teaches you how.

First you failed but it was weird to Spider that you brushed it off like you didn't fall on your butt. (that could hurt).

You said you were fine and tried again.

You then succeed.

Then you and Spider went climbing other trees, literally having fun.

Until your sister interrupted saying you AND Spider needed to come back to labs because other scientists came and are having a discussion.

You and Spider looked at each other confused about what your sister meant.

You two got down from a tree and followed your sister.

When you three ran back to labs you saw some unknown people that are your species and the Na'vis you met yesterday.

You didn't see Lo'ak anywhere. Seems like they didn't bring him.

"What a shame, seems like they didn't bring your friend." your sister said.

You narrowed your eyes and smacked her arm after that whined a little 'ow'. You then mocked her winning like a baby then you felt Spider pulling your arm a little while his facial expression said 'Stop, they are looking at you'.

you then saw Jake and the other scientist looking at you confused while Neytiri glared at you.

You still had narrowed eyes and a group of unknown scientists. Then you see Spider running to a weird guy calling him Norm and asking what's going on.

then you went to your aunt (you call a doctor aunt which your sister tells you not to). and asked.

"Hey Aunt Gigi, what's going on? why are these Na'vis here and who are these people."

then Jake stepped in while you backed a bit.

"You, your sister AND the scientists that stayed here in Pandora are coming to Hell's Gate for safety near High Camp. Out here, deep into the forest is way too dangerous, it would be good idea if you guys come with us."

then this guy 'Norm' came "If you guys w-want to".

Then you looked at Gigi, she smiled warmly. Then you looked at your sister who looked not very happy.

she doesn't want to do anything with the Na'vi people or Pandora. She wants to go to Earth. That's where she thinks she belongs. Where we humans belong.

You brushed that off and nodded.

The next week Lo'ak and Kiri were following Spider because he wanted to show sm.

When they reached Hell's Gate. They noticed that it was larger.

then they heard a voice calling Spider.

Lo'ak recognized that voice a saw a girl running to them. It was you.

Lo'ak was sooo happy.

but Kiri asked who are you.

Then Lo'ak got enoyed and said "The girl that I met days ago, you know? Y/n?".

"Aah"

You and Kiri are strange friends. She sees you as a female version of Lo'ak. That first enoyed you but later growing up getting used to it.

You were terrified when you saw Kiri befriending an ikran. Her ikran when she was ready to have her own banshee.

But you brushed it off saying that you're overreacting too much.

But you also didn't like when she was also bullied by some kids in High Camp.

You came for Kiri needing a defense by telling her bullies that there will be a reason why they will be crying for their parents and why their tails are cut off.

The Na'vi kids were about to mock you for what can you do cuz you are a human. yk?

Then you threw some mud on their faces like a maniac.

They went running for their lives crying for their parents.

then you followed them shortly at threatening them.

you went back to Kiri asking her if she was alright until she quickly hugged you. And thanked you.

then you became her hero.

That's why you are not leaving her side when she is alone. NEVER.

Then.... you've met Neteyam before. The meeting was very short.

you would like to know more about him than being The older brother. Just knowing Neteyam.

Neteyam will feel wrong. His mother will not be happy about it. Not after what happened to her family. Her home.

You understand that. But you tried to invite him to your place but nicely refused. He said that he was busy.

"Okey, maybe next time?"

"Maybe"

Then you met Tuktirey.

She is soo adorable.

But you will never admit it.

You know that she is younger. You are protective of her. You don't want her to see things that were not meant to see.

Once when a Thanator approached to harm you.

You hid Tuk behind and warned Lo'ak and Spider not to shoot or call Jake for help. Not now.

If Lo'ak called Jake for help he is going to be blamed and Neytiri will also blame Spider AND you. (What's wrong with that woman.)

The Thanator came closer and closer.

You were facing the Thanator.

you can hear Kiri praying for Eywa.

Spider was trying to calm her.

Lo'ak was whispering to you to run.

you can barely hear him. Tuk was quietly sobbing hugging you tightly, fearing what would happen.

You quietly/softly shushed her and said. "It's a-alright, I won't let it hurt you. Just c-close your eyes and don't open them until I say so, you understand?".

Tuk nodded and closed her eyes hiding her face behind your back.

Your heart was racing right now. You don't know what you're doing. That thing came closer and closer it growled which caused you to look at the ground not facing it anymore.

it was sniffing your face on the left side then the right side. Tuk was whimpering not knowing what was going on.

then the Thanator immediately backed up and ran off to who knows where.

Kiri, Spider, and Lo'ak were relieved. They jumped off the tree that they were hiding.

Tuk hugged Kiri then Lo'ak. Spider rushed to check on you.

You signed that you were alright, it almost caused you a heart attack.

Then Lo'ak hugged you thanking great mother that you were alright.

You guys needed to go to High Camp already because it was Eclipse.

You guys knew that you ALL were in trouble so you said that this whole Thanator thing never happened.

"Listen guys, if someone says where we've been, just say we were catching some fruit but it got stolen. Okay? And that I and Tuk were almost eaten by a Thanator NEVER happened. Okay?"

Everyone nodded. You looked at Tuk.

"Tuk, don't tell you're parents that there was a Thanator. Cuz we are not going to see each other anymore and we don't like it when Jake upsets Lo'ak. Okay? For me do not tell them, especially Jake. You know how he is."

"She is going to tell them anyways" Lo'ak whinned.

"Well.. Kiri, Spider can you distract her. Me and Lo'ak are going to handle them. ok?"

they both nodded.

You all guys went home.

When you all reached High Camp. Nereyam was the first one to approach.

[Fisrt one] [there is NO Pt 3 ...]

[butevrythinggoesaway]

Anyways transfem noir headcanons (or should I say noire)

Her name is Penelope, she gets Penny'd and it drives Peni nuts (she also considered Petra, Bridgette, and Belladona). You'll will have to pay her to give up Penelope.

She found out after talking to Gwen, and she mentions something that Gwen recognises because she's been there, and she's like, "hey, you probably wont react well to what I'm about to say, but I think youre a trans woman." And Penelope's like "what? No, couldn't be me." Anyways they spend the next two weeks talking to a bunch of trans spiders and the therapist spider man and by the end of it Penelope's like "aw shit, this explains a lot." (At the same time they discover she's autistic. It's a very enlightening two weeks.)

Everyone's really opening and happy for her and she gets lots of hugs. Her favourite response was from Hobie, who said "I thought you already knew?"

The adults like to middle name her when she's in trouble. She mostly gets "Penelope Barnadette Parker"'d or "Penelope Bridgette Parker"'d, but on one occasion, from Miguel of all people, "Penelope Adrianna Parker," which scared the shit out of her (for obvious reasons if you're familiar with my blog)

Felicia and May find out completely by accident and are also really accepting, with Fel saying "I always wanted a daughter, just like you." Teresa and Eddie were also told. Eddie was like "damn I'm being overrun by sisters. Congratulations little sis." And Teresa's like "ooh yay! I prefer having a sister than two brothers!"

Felicia, May and Teresa go out and find some nice dresses and stuff, and Eddie starts gaslighting New York that Penelope's their cousin, Peter's gone to live with their other aunt and uncle.

The spider god help disguise Penelope's really recognisable features like her eyes and her teeth when they do this.

She's been invited to girls' day outs with Jess, Gwen, Margo, Peni and LYLA. She doesn't go often because oh god people, but she tries to go as often as she can. The first time she comes along after finding out/coming out, she gets pulled through the women's section in several clothes stores in several different worlds so they can find her some new clothes. LYLA pays for it all from Miguel's funds and justifies it as a birthday present. When Penelope's like "it's not my birthday", LYLA says "well, recently was the birth of the real you, and I count that."

No one actually knows when Penelope's birthday is, so they all just decide to celebrate her coming out day as her birthday

Now this all with Penelope in the spider society, and there's no way she'd actually stick around, so I'd like to quickly go over that: Penelope and Ham are both told that Miles's world can't be located, and just don't get told about "canon events" because Penelope is absolutely a murder risk.

Penelope gets kicked out the day she finds out that Miles' location is known, Miguel just hates him for no reason, she flips out in typically the Spider fashion, and attacks him. He slices through her hair with his claws in the attack and traps her in one of those red cage thingies.

The adults are desperately telling him not to send her home, it's not safe, the portal will open where she left from and that was in the middle of a men's prison. Ham goes on strike after Miguel sends her back, agreeing with Hobie and Margo that they'll try to find Miles then skidaddle. Ham goes to her world to help protect her until they can find Miles.

Ham helps clean up her hair cut while she cries because she hates her hair being cut and she doesn't want it to go too short, but Miguel sliced it to just above her shoulders. Ham tidies it so it's just below her chin, and he makes sure to style it so it's as wild and volumous as she usually keeps it in an attempt to cheer her up.

She pads her uniform vest, justifying it to the others as some "extra armouring", so it looks like she has breasts, albeit small. She doesn't want anything big.

She also changed the trousers for something more baggy so her crotch just looks a bit like the trousers pinned in strangely when she attached her leg holsters

Margo paints her nails/claws different colours sometimes

Gwen showed her how to do makeup to make her face shape look a bit different. She only uses it when she's out with the girls, and leans into a sort of goth punk aesthetic. This leads to people thinking her natural eye colour is just some really funky eye contacts and it's the only time she doesn't feel horrible about them.

She's got a bit of a reputation in Gwen's world for a number of reasons but mostly for beating up four men while wearing heeled boots (they were spikey, she will admit, but she barely kicked them). In Gwen's world, if you're gonna be a dick, you gotta fear the yellow eyed goth chick taking away your breathing privileges

[lya-dustin]

All is Bliss

(in the court of Aemma the Great)

Or Aemma Velaryon is forced to marry Aegon to keep them from usurping her and her mother, only the marriage nor the scheme work leading her to consider the only option left: usurping him.

(Aka Aemma x Aemond in an Au inspired by the Great)

Gif by @merlinaddams

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Rated M: for canon typical things like underage drinking, alcohol abuse, court intrigue, mentions of sex, stillbirths etc🔞

No matter how much they tried, her wedding to Aegon happens.

Perhaps marriage will change him.

Those are the only words mother can say as they dismount and change into more acceptable clothes.

Aemma has known since she was old enough to understand that Aegon was to be her husband to keep the peace.

Not Aemond whom she had been closer to in age and friendship, Aegon simply because he was born first and was mother’s challenger to her place in the succession.

There were many stories about Aegon and all were bad.

He had fathered a bastard on Lord Beesbury’s niece, another one on a girl who’s maidenhead he won at the Street of Silk and reportedly sired the stillborn twins on his sister, who had been married off to Daeron Velaryon at great haste.

She hoped that last one was false, gods know Helaena did not deserve that nor Daeron.

Aegon was a drunk, a lecher, a fool and had no taste for being useful.

But perhaps he won’t be as bad as they say, maybe he is just judged to harshly, Aemma tells herself as she pretends to be happy as they are put into a carriage and smuggled into court like criminals.

She is utterly disappointed upon their first meeting.

To give them a chance to know each other, they are given exactly one orchestrated accidental meeting in the godswood garden.

Septa Teora is to pretend she is reading on a bench, Ser Erryk is to stand there and make sure she doesn’t run for the hills.

“You look shorter in your portraits.” He says as they almost stand on equal height.

Aegon reeks of wine even if he looks well enough to stand.

He is handsome, but there is no desire to it.

They’ve never gotten along, once she decked him for pulling her hair and breaking her dolls and his mother had the fucking audacity to say she brought it on herself.

But that was then, this is now, she tells herself.

“I inherited the Velaryon height, your highness.” Aemma pretends to be demure when all she wants to do is be anything but that.

“And the looks, and the blood I see.” He said thinking it a clever jape.

A clear dig at her brothers being Harwin’s.

“I have been told I have an uncanny resemblance to my late aunt.” Aemma simply nodded.

“Glad to know you have grown into a real princess and stopped being the insolent brat you were six years ago, dear niece. My dear, dear sister really outdid herself, I hope to thank her for giving me such a fine mount.” He said with a wink.

Oh joy, she might have to take up Daemon’s offer to make her a widow the moment the need arises.

“First, third and fourth and even fifth, I wonder where the second went?” Aemma wonders out loud as she perused her grandfather’s private library, hoping to find something to occupy her time before her books arrive later today.

“Over here.” A voice said from behind her. It sounds vaguely familiar, but she cannot put her finger on it.

“Thank you, good ser.” She says turning to take the offered book.

“Neither a knight, nor good, but I will take it as a compliment.” Aemond One Eye says with seemingly bored look.

Same bored look he had when he wanted to look mature at one and ten.

“Thanks anyway, Aemond.” She does something else, gives him the third volume in exchange for the second.

“I did not take you for a girl who likes philosophy, Aemma.” He says and both take a seat on opposite couches.

They used to hide here from Aegon and their family and read on the rug on the floor.

Sometimes Helaena would come, just not as often as Aemond.

Grandfather let them and even introduced them to philosophy.

Something needed if they wish to rule justly, he had said as he asked them to read the first book.

A shame it couldn’t be Aemond she married.

“I enjoy a good novel just as anyone does, but grandfather did say to be good queen I must understand how to rule.” Aemma said kicking her pattens off and stretching out on the couch.

“If only Aegon knew that.” He grumbles thinking she didn’t hear.

If his brother spoke of him like that, then it was worse than she heard.

“I am quite fond of Boethius, I am relieved to know there is at least one person here who reads his works too.” She supplies in hopes of getting him to converse with her.

Only a few hours here and already she feels so lonely.

“There are few us here, the Faith added his works to their lost of condemned books, but they cannot touch father’s library under penalty of death.” He responds, letting her know Queen Alicent the Pious’ reign of terror is still ongoing. “Mother is very adamant on enforcing the High Septon and the Most Devout’s orders in Court.”

And so they spend the next hour.

Catching up on each other, the on goings of the realms, books, Boethius’ The Consolation of Philosophy (of which they were reading in its original High Valyrian) and anything that came to mind until her Septa came looking for her.

“A shame I have to go.” Aemma admits as they part ways in the hall.

If only he had been born first.

The wedding is fine, everything appears to be exactly as it is supposed to.

Aemma dances with her groom, his brothers, her brothers and while he is not completely horrible, Aegon is still Aegon.

If you opened him up, it would not be blood but wine pouring out of him.

He reeks of drink when he kisses her at the Sept, he is a drunken fool by the time the dancing is in full swing.

He fondles servants and noblewomen alike, complains that she is taller than him in her heeled shoes and calls her dull when she and Helaena talk about books with Aemond at some point.

By the time the bedding comes she has drunk more wine than she has ever done in her life.

She isn’t what you would call drunk, but she knows she will be regretting it on the morrow and not remembering a damn thing after this last glass.

But it helps, especially when men with their grubby hands and dirty japes disrobe her and leave her as naked as the morning she was born.

It is Aemond who provides a bit of relief.

“I will carry her, you sots are too drunk to treat your future queen as she deserves.” He says picking her up in his arms with care and looking ahead instead of downwards.

Something she thanks him for as he carries her into the bridal chamber.

He chuckles as he deposits her safely onto a divan by the bed, “You did call me good ser this afternoon, Aemee.”

“I wish it had been you.” She says wanting to kiss him.

“You don’t mean that.” He said pulling away and leaving just as drunk women deliver a naked Aegon to the chamber.

----

Notes: Boethius is a 6th century Roman philosopher who's works were on the list of condemned works in 13th century by the Catholic church. He influeced virtually all medieval philosophy.

[blackberrysummerblog]

Hi again and happy Wednesday all! Thank you so much to everyone who tagged me last week; I really appreciate it & loved seeing what you’ve all been up to!

And Happy Birthday Simon Snow! Here’s a somewhat day-appropriate excerpt from my ongoing crucible marriage au, from Simon’s second day at good old Pitch Manor:

“So, no brothers and sisters. Just the Mage, more’s the pity. What else should I know about you, Snow? You weren’t at the last ceremony. When’s your birthday?”

Ah, fuck. There’s no way this isn’t going to be awkward. The date was written on my arm along with my name when my parents abandoned me, but I’m not going to tell him that. “It was...um. The 21st of June. Summer solstice, usually…”

“Yesterday. Your birthday was yesterday, Snow? Why in magic’s name didn’t you say anything?”

I shrug. “Your, uh, family didn’t really seem much in the mood to celebrate.”

“Well, I’d have liked to have known,” Baz says, scowling. It’s like the weather is echoing his mood, it’s gone right dark out all of a sudden.

“To be perfectly honest, it wasn’t foremost in my mind after the ceremony,” I snap. “Your aunt was furious and you—”

“I what, Snow?”

I squirm and try to pull my hand free. Baz resists for a moment but then lets go, and I cross my arms over my chest. Words are escaping me, as per usual. I shrug.

“Seven snakes, Snow.” He gives a long, slow sigh.

“Well, what would you have done if you knew, anyway? It’s not really a big deal.”

“It is to me! Crowley, I won’t have much excuse to forget from now on. Your birthday is the same day as our anniversary.”

“I guess I’ll be like one of those kids with Christmas birthdays now,” I say. As if Christmas or birthdays had been a thing in the homes, I don’t add. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if anyone tried to make a fuss. (That’s not fair. Penny did. She always had a small gift for me on those days, and a little cupcake with a candle on my birthday.)

“We’ll celebrate our anniversary the day before,” Baz says firmly, fixing me with a look I don’t think I’d dare challenge. “Solstice is sometimes on the 20th, anyway. Your birthday will get its own day, Snow.”

I don’t understand him at all, this easy way he has of swinging between remarks that cut straight to the bone and then, in the next instant...this. “Assuming we’re still married in a year,” I say, which is awful, but it’s not as though anyone here is pretending they’re not going to storm the Coven to tear us apart. I don’t want to think about that though, much less talk about it. I want things to be simple for once; I want the sort of uncomplicated life that everyone but me seems to get. Baz isn’t uncomplicated, but I feel like loving him might be. If we’re given the chance.

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[fischerfrey]

A Christmas Prince; The Royal Wedding

Chapter 6: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Summary: Dawn is missing and Quincey and Evander both face challenges of their own.

A/N: It's the customary Quincey chapter! This time with a little Evander twist... It's way past Christmas at this point but this is the second to last chapter and I'm hoping to post the last one as soon as I'm able. This story had a lot of moving parts and I've had to leave many things out simply because I haven't had the time to write. If you're sick of Christmas stuff already, I acknowledge your suffering but I do not apologize😂

Words: 2.8k

Characters:

Dawn Harvelle, Rosa Yaxley, and Evander Alderly by @potionboy3

Quincey, Olympia, and Isabella Alderly, Tess Brandon

Rocky Weasley by @magicallymalted

Pandora Lovelace by@gcldensnitch

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Chapter 6: Two Sides of the Same Coin

Quincey

Quincey could safely say that he was not having a good day. Of course, he understood that Dawn wasn’t used to the kind of rigorous protocol that life at court demanded but what he couldn’t understand was why he had insisted on going out on some crazy adventure the previous night. Anything could have happened. After the unpleasant meeting at Pince’s office, Quincey went through the notes his mother had made to his speech and resolved to deal with it later. He really had to talk to Dawn. Nothing had gone according to plan ever since Dawn had arrived. He came to the smaller sitting room, holding out hope that Dawn would be there when he heard Olympia’s voice.

“Still at it?” she was asking.

“Silence, cousin,” came Evander’s voice as a reply. “I’m getting there.”

“Are all those coffee mugs yours?”

“And mine,” said Dawn’s aunt Tess.

“Anything I can do?” Olympia asked.

“Develop malware for me to drop into their RDP…” said Evander and that was when Quincey decided to stop eavesdropping and enter the room.

“Good morning,” he said, and all three people suddenly jumped, like there’d been an explosion.

“Quincey!” said Olympia. “How lovely to see you.”

Quincey frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Oh,” said Evander. “I was just introducing your dear sister and Miss Brandon to the intricacies of cryptocurrency so maybe we could all come together and save the kingdom.”

Quincey ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “Have any of you seen Dawn?”

“Not since last night,” said Tess.

“Well, damn,” said Quincey.

“Is everything alright?” Olympia asked.

“I don’t know…”

That’s when the double doors were pulled open with haste and Miss Pince came in, Miss Yaxley in tow.

“Has anyone seen Mr. Harvelle?”

“That’s what I was wondering,” mused Quincey.

“You mean to tell me he’s not here?” asked Pince.

“Well, I’m not hiding him in my pocket,” said Evander but Pince did not find this amusing.

“He has to be found,” said Rosa. “The queen is going ballistic over the wedding preparations.”

“I’m half of the equation, maybe I can help,” Quincey offered.

“No, the queen said Mr. Harvelle must be there,” said Pince.

“It’s almost like it would be her wedding…” said Quincey with a sigh.

~

Quincey found his mother in the room reserved for wedding planning, outfitting, and all those other things that his mother seemed to think she had some sort of control over. The outfit Quincey assumed Dawn was supposed to wear was on a mannequin. It was very traditional, nothing like he’d imagine Dawn would pick for himself. He realized he hadn’t the foggiest idea what his mother, Miss Yaxley, and Dawn had been up to with the wedding preparations. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling.

“Dawn’s missing?” he asked his mother as he entered. There was nobody else in the room but them.

“He did not show up for his fitting.”

“I’ll call him,” said Quincey.

“His phone is offline.”

That was worrying. Quincey tried it anyway, but true enough, he only got a message saying the phone had been turned off.

“Well,” said the queen. “I sincerely hope we won't have to cancel the wedding.”

“Stop,” said Quincey.

“Maybe he has finally realized that the pressures of court are too much for him,” said Isabella, forlornly.

“You’re certainly not helping,” Quincey sighed. “Is that what he’s supposed to wear?”

“Yes. I had a hand in its design.”

“I’ll ask Flitwick to look into Dawn’s whereabouts,” said Quincey. “And mother?”

“Yes?”

“You can forget about that costume. I’ll have a word with Miss Yaxley. I sincerely hope that it’s not too late to make this wedding mine and Dawn’s, and not whatever you’ve been doing behind my back.”

Isabella looked shocked. “Quentin, I’ve only been trying to help you.”

“I know, and I truly appreciate the help,” he said. “Especially when it comes to the financial situation. But I never asked your help in this.”

“Alright,” said Isabella. “I admit, I did get a little carried away.”

“A little?”

“Fine,” said Isabella. “A lot.”

“But you can help me find Dawn now,” said Quincey.

“I would be glad to.”

~

The palace had its fair share of hiding places and so, a lot of the staff were requested to keep an eye out for the run-away groom, but Quincey had an idea of his own of where to look. He headed to the courtyard.

“Dawn!” he called out between the hedges.

“No such luck,” said Olympia, dressed up against the cold in her light pink winter coat. “I figured I might also look here.”

“Oh, hey,” said Quincey but his spirits were immediately lowered.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find him.”

“I’ve been such a fool,” said Quincey.

Olympia walked up to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I screwed up,” he said, miserably.

“What happened?” asked Olympia.

“Dawn’s been having a hard time adjusting to everything here and I’ve been too invested in my duties as king to be supportive.”

“You’ve had a falling out?”

“Just when he needed me most, I caved in to the crown.”

Olympia sighed, seemed to think about something for a while, and then said: “After father died, and you left us to go soul-searching, I was so angry with you…”

“O, I…”

“…At first. But then I realized this life we find ourselves in, the titles and responsibilities we bear, can overwhelm any person, especially a good-hearted one.”

“I've allowed it to happen,” said Quincey.

“You accepted your title with eyes wide open, with the best intent. And that's the brother I love.”

“I've made such a mess of everything.”

“Thanks to Dawn, and I can’t believe I have to say this, Evander, I think we have an actual shot at fixing the country’s problems,” Olympia said.

“What?”

“I’ll explain later,” Olympia said. “Just trust me. All you should focus on right now is finding your fiancé.”

Quincey thought about it. The thing was that he did trust Olympia with his life, but this wasn’t just about him. He had been the one to swear an oath to serve and protect all of his subjects and right now he was doing a piss-poor job of it.

“Please, Q,” said Olympia.

Quincey sighed. “There is one more place he could be in.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to need Archimedes.”

~

His father’s old hunting cabin’s windows were lit when Quincey and Archimedes arrived. He stabled the horse and entered the cabin, finding Dawn sat in front of a small fire, drinking hot chocolate.

“Dawn,” he said when Dawn didn’t make a move at the sound of the door.

“I'm so sorry,” he tried again. “Talk to me.”

Finally, Dawn turned around, demanding: “Now you want to talk? You had nothing to say when I needed you in Pince's office.”

“I know.”

“They want me to give up everything, Quincey. My voice, my career.”

“I thought you didn’t want to be a journalist anymore,” said Quincey.

“That’s not the point!” said Dawn. “The point is that I’m supposed to act like a goddamn ornament in one of your over-the-top Christmas trees and that’s not me!”

“Forget about everyone else,” said Quincey. “This should be about you and me.”

Dawn got up from the armchair. He didn’t look pleased. “I always thought that you would support me, and this week has just been so tough.”

“Dawn, please…”

“Just let me finish, okay?” said Dawn and Quincey shut up. “Everything is changing. I feel like I'm losing control and… I'm not used to living like this. This fishbowl, this distance between us,” he finished, taking a deep breath.

“I know it's hard,” said Quincey. “Trust me, I know.”

“It’s not the same for us, though,” said Dawn.

“Everything is changing. For both of us,” said Quincey, stepping closer to Dawn. When Dawn didn’t pull away, he took his hands. “But there is one thing that will never change: My love for you.”

“Shut up,” said Dawn. “You’re not sweet-talking your way out of this one.”

“I don’t want you to have to sacrifice anything to be with me,” Quincey continued. “Your talent, your creativity, your determination… But some things are out of my control.”

“Like my little mission last night?” Dawn asked.

“You could have been hurt,” said Quincey. “The country isn’t exactly approving of us at the moment.”

“That might have been a miscalculation on my part.”

“But I need you,” said Quincey. “And Alderly needs you, too.”

“Well, it has a funny way of showing it,” Dawn said. “I’ve been nothing but a glorified wedding planner–, no not even that. I’ve been standing in the sidelines while our wedding has been planned for us.”

“Yes,” said Quincey. “About that. I had a chat with mother. The wedding’s going to see some changes.”

“What?” asked Dawn. “You did?”

“Well, it all got a bit much, don’t you think?”

“I very much do think that, yeah,” said Dawn.

“How come you came here?” asked Quincey. They hadn’t been back together since the snowstorm last year, though Quincey had visited on his own.

“I just wanted something to feel Christmassy,” Dawn explained. “So I stole some of the biscuits meant for our wedding and came here.”

Quincey laughed. “Okay, that’s actually fair enough.”

“It hasn’t really felt too festive here, recently.”

“I know.”

Dawn bit his lip. “I’d like to have an active role in the family. I don’t want to be just an ornament.”

“You won’t be. I don’t want that either.”

Dawn sighed and reached to touch Quincey’s face. He hadn’t entirely forgiven him; Quincey wasn't foolish enough to believe that. But at least he hadn’t told him to fuck off, so he considered it a start. “Alright, we need to get back to the palace, now and see if Evander has saved the country.”

Quincey decided not to question it, for now.

~

Evander

Evander had commandeered a couch after his back began to protest, sitting at the table. Dawn’s little laptop was putting in the works and Evander sincerely hoped it wouldn’t give out now. He decided to give Dawn a proper laptop as a wedding present, until he remembered he was pretty much broke. Maybe he could sell the ugly cabin in the mountains his mother had gotten him one Christmas. Evander looked up when he heard someone enter the room, but it was just Tess, bringing another round of coffee. The table was starting to fill with mugs.

“Here,” she said, handing the other to him.

Evander took it. “Oh, thanks…”

Tess was pretty much the only person who had been nice to him this entire time, which was odd, since she had no reason to. Unless she was secretly adding poison to his coffee, or that weird herbal tea she had made him the other night. He had slept like a baby the first time in months after it but that had only made him doubly suspicious. He sniffed the coffee, cautiously.

“No herbs,” said Tess. “Just coffee.”

“So just like the previous three.”

Tess nodded. “Just like them.”

Evander eyes her and then the coffee. “Okay.”

“How are you doing?” she asked, still standing up.

“I found a promising lead, but I can’t crack it,” said Evander. “At least, not yet.”

“Damn.”

Evander resolved that the coffee probably wasn’t poisoned. He took a sip. “You make surprisingly good coffee.” Considering the tea tasted like shit, but he didn’t say that part out loud.

Tess chuckled, quietly. “Thanks, though I think it’s probably just that you people have quality coffee here. I don’t normally drink it an awful lot.”

“Could be,” said Evander. “You should consider adding coffee to your selection.”

Just as a suggestion. For all the other people who didn’t like suspicious herbs. He didn’t know much about Tess’s business, other than that he found all the herbal teas horrid but for some reason it was relatively successful.

“I’ll consider it,” said Tess. “If we don’t go to jail for this.”

She motioned vaguely at the computer on Evander’s lap.

“Don’t worry, if I get caught, I won’t bust you.”

“I appreciate that,” Tess mused. “But I think we’re sort of in this together, now.”

Evander didn’t say anything while Tess sat next to him, pulling a blanket on her legs. He thought she was pretty but pretty in a way his mother wouldn’t approve of. Kind of like Rosa was but somehow, he had a feeling like his mother would approve of Tess even less. The only person he could conceive of his mother approving was Diana Somerset but that had been doomed from the start, and Evander was happy she’d turned down his proposal.

He hadn’t spoken to his mother in months and in a way, he missed her a little. It had been about time to cut the cord, though. To find out what he actually wanted for himself. One thing he had learned was that it sucked to be poor and lonely. He missed his family. Especially his entitled royal cousins who he’d never even really liked before. And he knew that he couldn’t trust the country to Quincey’s hands alone when the man had gone to a fucking liberal arts school. Deep down he felt bad, too. Bad about what he had done to him and how he’d left things. He had put himself first and not Alderly, as he should have done. The right thing to do would have been to be there for Quincey and help him, instead of listening to his mother, but that was a lesson learned.

Tess leaned in closer so she could see the computer screen better. Evander was pretty sure she didn’t have experience on the hacking front, but he appreciated another pair of eyes, and maybe he also appreciated her presence. She smelled nice. He felt immensely tired. It had been almost ten hours and they still had pretty much nothing. He felt his focus drift and drank more coffee. He wasn’t exactly sure how much time passed, when Tess suddenly grabbed his wrist and pointed at the screen.

“What’s that?” she asked.

Evander examined the piece of code. “If I just follow this strand…” he said quietly.

Tess let go of his hand so he could continue typing.

“Is this…” he started as the computer did exactly as he had wanted it to.

“Oh my god,” said Tess.

“I think I’m in!” said Evander and jumped up from the couch in excitement. He had almost given up hope so he couldn’t quite believe this plan might actually stand a chance in hell at working.

Tess got up as well and said: “Holy crap,” with a delighted laugh. She did a little jump and clapped her hands together. Evander, high off of his achievement, kissed her cheek before thinking better off it. The pair looked at each other for a fraction of a second. Then Evander cleared his throat and sat back down, grabbing the computer.

“It’s not over yet,” he said, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “This is pretty time sensitive.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” said Tess. She also sat back down, and Evander was careful not to look at her. Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe his mother would like her. Tess was pretty smart, after all.

~

Half an hour later Olympia, Rocky, and Pandora returned, presumably from searching for a certain run-away groom.

“We're in,” Evander said.

“What?” asked Pandora. “Seriously?”

“I honestly didn’t think you had it in you,” said Rocky with a yawn. It seemed Evander and Tess weren’t the only ones in need of a nap.

“Shut up and come see,” he said, and the newcomers gathered around the couch Evander and Tess had occupied, to see the screen. All the information pertaining to the companies was there for them to see. Silently Evander echoed Rocky’s sentiment though. After almost ten hours he’d begun to think that maybe he had overestimated his abilities.

“What does it say about those three companies?” asked Rocky.

“Each are listed as a division of this... Glockenspiel Consortium,” said Evander.

“Glockenspiel?” wondered Olympia. “What's that?”

“It could be a parent company, or a shell, used to funnel the money to a foreign entity,” Evander said. It would make sense why neither he nor Olympia had ever heard of it, despite being Alderlian.

“You have a disturbing knowledge of underhanded activities,” Olympia said but there was distinctly less venom in her voice than there had been before, so Evander didn’t take it too personally.

“That would explain why so little of the money's staying in Alderly,” said Tess, who had a much more comprehensive grasp of how businesses worked than dear cousin Olympia.

“Perhaps if we dig a little bit deeper into Glockenspiel…” said Evander, clicking further into the files. “Oh, shit…”

Everyone had seen it; Evander could tell from their shocked expressions.

“I can’t believe it,” said Olympia.

“What are we going to do now?” asked Pandora.

“Quincey’s gone to look for Dawn. He might be a while,” said Olympia.

“We’re going to wait for the king to get back,” said Evander. “He needs to hear this before we do anything.”

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[all-lars-bars]

Notes for Submas in Rapture so I can empty my brain

Ingo and Emmet with their passion for trains went down to Rapture with their employer Prentice Mill. They both helped blueprint, engineer, and manage the Atlantic Express trains and railways.

When the Express was sold off, the twins went with it, and despite their attempts at contacting their now former employer to convince him otherwise, they never hear from Mill again.

Around the same time Johnny Topside was hoppin around Rapture, the twins, namely Ingo are put under some scrutiny and allegations, I don't really know what but something bad enough that Ingo got sent to Persephone. Because someone's gotta suffer, right.

Anyway, in his brother's absence, Emmet does his damndest to keep the Atlantic Express running in spite of all the splicers and the literal Civil War going on. But eventually he's chased away

Maybe he joins Atlas's revolution bc hey, what does he have to lose at this point, but eh, it doesn't sit right with me. Then again, that could be how Emmet feels about it too. It just generally doesn't settle well with him, but if there's a way to stick it to Andrew Ryam he'll take it.

Back to Ingo, I imagine he meets a similar fate to Topside, Plasmid Test Dummy turned Alpha Series and bonded to a single Little Sister

And that Little Sister is Akari in my mind. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am a sucker for Pokemon Legends Arceus. And also a sucker for Uncle/Papa Ingo dynamics

I have this scene in my mind where Ingo and Akari are out harvesting ADAM when Emmet sees them and watches them for a bit before realizing this Big Daddy has his brother's mannerisms. It even sounds like a train instead of a whale like the rest (which is also 'cause Ingo's too loud for the BD voicebox so he fucked that up).

Anyways, Emmet immediately makes an assumption and tries to go to Ingo. However, he's still a Big Daddy, one bonded to this little girl.

In my mind, Akari is a special case as a Little Sis, as she's full of curiousity which in the ADAM tainted state of mind means she doesn't see a threat until it hits her and Ingo doesn't hurt anything unless Akari tells him to. Neither of them like it when people get too close though, even if they don't see it as a threat

That is to say Emmet gets pretty damn close before he's pulled away by some of his braver allies. All the while begging for his brother.

Neither Akari or Ingo really hear him, not in their states of mind. But they can see his emotion.

"Who was that, Papa?" Ingo lets out a low whistle. "He looked lonely." Another, higher whistle in agreement. "Maybe the next time we see him, we should say hi! I think he'd like that!" He sighs so softly.

I'd like that too

Back to the storyline, I like to think that Ingo and Akari find Jack after he fell through the vents in an escape from Fontaine, helping Tenenbaum and the other little girls bring him to the Sanctuary

Ingo, seeing all the little girls just being little girls has a moment of clarity, some light through the fog of his mind.

He doesn't want Akari to spend the rest of her life in Rapture.

So he leaves her with Tenenbaum and leaves, both the cure and separation causing him to go into a coma.

The last thing he gives Akari is a hat they had found on their travels that she had him try on. It's a bit big on her head, but she'll grow into it.

Then his little girl is cured and rescued.

Until more little girls go missing around the world and Tenenbaum goes back down to rapture.

Over the eight years of surface life, Akari has been raised by her Uncle Jack and Aunt Brigid, always remembering her dear Papa. She shows interest in the scientific field, so when she's old enough she begins working as an apprentice under her Aunt, learning everything the good doctor does and doesn't teach her

Thanks to her "pursuit of science" mindset she can handle large amounts of grotesque scenery and gore. She has even thought about specializing in Forensic Sciences when she gets the chance

Back to the return, although Tenenbaum insists Akari stays behind, the young girl manages to sneak onto the submersible and didn't get caught until they both had to flee from Splicers

After some reprimanding, Akari stayed with Tenenbaum and their rescued little sisters until Eleanor and Delta come along

Watching her Aunt bring an Alpha Series back to life, it gave the girl hope for her dad

So through more mischief and stubborness, she ends up tagging along with Delta and Sinclair (she calls him Gus, much to his disdain) to head to Persephone. Or in her case, simply to Fontaine Futuristics. If there's anywhere a comatose Alpha Series could be, it's there

At some point, they find Emmet, tug him along, ya know. 'Course, Akari hasn't told him who she is, but she doesn't think that's the best thing to share at the moment

Soon enough they get abducted by Lamb, escape, rescue Ingo and Gus, get outta Rapture via lifeboat and dozens of children, and all live happy on the surface

[nothing0fnothing]

What happened was my aunt offered me a shandy. I was thirteen years old, the legal age to drink in Italy. It was a family holiday, at a very expensive restaurant so everyone was feeling festive. Everyone but my sister and I, who were tip toeing around one of my stepfathers infamous moods.

I had begged her to keep her voice down and drop the topic. I was barely speaking above a whisper and frantically glancing over to make sure he couldn't hear our conversation. He had started the morning on a hair trigger and had gotten worse throughout the day. We had barely started our appetisers and this was exactly the type of thing that could tip the boat over. She asked him anyway.

"Can Cordelia have a shandy?"

She really didn't know. She probably thought she was standing up to him on my behalf. Out of self preservation I immediately threw her under the bus.

"I don't want one, I just wanted to know what it was." Not good enough. He didn't tear into her, or me, he locked on to my sister.

She was at the age where she usually got crayons and paper when we went out to eat, but this classy restaurant didn't offer them. Instead she had quietly busied herself by playing with the paper table protector the restaurant changed between every customer. She had torn it. He went mad.

He took her away from the restaurant and they were gone for what felt like hours. Our other family members began asking my mum why her husband was so angry. It's a paper sheet, she's seven years old, it's not a big deal.

When they returned she was in bad shape. Her smart clothes had been torn, her eyes were red and her whole face was puffy. Her father had just beaten her in the car park for ripping a napkin. He was telling her she better pray we weren't charged for the disposable paper she ripped, because if he saw it on the bill she was going to get another one twice as bad.

The whole mood of the table shifted. My aunt and uncle tried to talk to me but my voice was sad and small and so were my answers. "It's all my fault" I kept thinking as I looked over at my innocent sisters broken little face. She didn't deserve that. They asked for the bill.

The waiters started serving us very slowly. Offering free refills and telling us there was just a problem with the system and the bill will be there as soon as possible. We were watching other tables pay up and leave. My step father was becoming increasingly pissed off. I was praying it would be fixer soon, because he was impatient and ramping up for another violent episode fast.

I realise now they were probably trying to keep us on the premises because they had called the police. My stepfather had absolutely battered my very young sister in a car park, it's very likely someone from the restaurant witnessed it and was as disturbed by it as the rest of us. This was probably why he was absolutely raging in his seat and making an absolute scene in the establishment. He knew they'd reported him and he wanted out before the cops arrived.

We sat and waited for forty minutes while my stepfather became so irate the entire restaurant fell into a hush watching him. Here was this crazy foreign guy, throwing his toys out the pram, slamming hands on the table, threatening resturant staff and his own crying children. By now it wasn't a disturbance, it was an all out scene. Eventually he slapped a grand on the table and rushed us out. I was picking up my bag and he practically ripped my arm off sharply pulling me away from the table. We got into the rental car and he high tailed it out of there and back to the villa.

My mother has said that it all happened because I asked for alcohol. Subtly twisting the truth to make it look like it was my fault.

[hanahaki-arcade]

Omega lore is fucking wilding bro

Omega stared up at the Civil Protection Squad, trying not to panic too much.

"Where are your papers, Citizen?"

"Uhhh, well, you see...."

It made a great show of digging through their bag for papers it knew it didn't have. It would need a miracle to get out of this...

"Hey!"

Omega straightened, recognizing the voice instantly. It smiled gratefully at Alyx as she got closer.

"They don't have papers. They just got here from City 14, and things got really messed up. We're trying to get it sorted out but you know how hard it is to get papers."

The Squad leader looked between Alyx and Omega.

"Who is this?"

Omega hadn't stated its name for...a reason, and tried to communicate that to Alyx with its eyes. Alyx gave it a small smile.

"Oh, that's Orchid...Hogswell. My mom's sister's husband's first cousin."

Omega nods, trying to keep a straight face as it feels the Squad Leader staring at it.

"Good luck with the papers then."

It nodded, wishing the squad a good day before walking away as fast as they could. Alyx walked right beside it.

"So, where have you been for the past four years?"

Omega looked away sheepishly.

"Well...uhh...you see, I..."

Alyx raised and eyebrow and it sighed.

"I got really anxious about living with you and your dad because I felt like I was being a burden and so I lied and said I had gotten designated living quarters...."

"That's a really stupid reason to just up and leave! We though you died!"

Omega looked completely ashamed.

"Sorry...if it makes you feel any better, I kinda did."

Alyx paused, looking down at Omega.

"What?"

"I...I faked my death when I was like, seventeen. In my defense I would have actually died if it had gone any farther sooooo..."

"The Combine think you're dead, and that's why you have me those puppy dog eyes."

"I'm suprised you still got what I meant."

Alyx chuckled, a smile spreading across her face.

"We're best friends. Of course I know when I need to give you a fake name and identity."

The two both laugh.

"Nice family tree though. Didn't know you had an aunt."

"I don't. Anyways, where do you live? I can walk you home."

Omega looked away again, and Alyx looked worried.

"Oh no. Omega...you do have a place to live, right?"

No reply.

"Oh my god. No, we're getting you back to my place."

Alyx grabbed its arm, while Omega tried to pull away.

"No! I'm fine!"

Alyx pulled them close.

"You are coming home with me, and you are going to tell my dad what happened. You are not going to be sleeping who knows where anymore, got it?"

Omega gulped, nodding.

"Thank you. Come on."

Omega walked with Alyx like it was walking to a death sentence.

[random-kido]

Dreamed that I saved a baby in a shopping cart that was rolling down a hill towards a busy highway.

I think we were going to a party and we'd parked further down the road. That was the only reason we saw the cart coming down. I was able to pull it out if the way in time to watch a semi drive by where the cart had been moments ago.

My sister came up behind me, shortly followed by my parents as they all asked if I was OK. I was, and so was the baby. I think it was anyway. I can't be sure. I couldn't see it's face.

I turned to look back up the hill the cart had just rolled down from. There were a line of cars in a slanted dirt driveway. But no people.

As we pushed the cart back up the hill I started wondering if it had been done on purpose, until I saw her.

A woman, no older than than 40 was talking in a group further up the hill. I saw when she realized the cart was no longer next to her. I saw the horror dawn her face as she looked everywhere. And then she looked downhill, where she saw us.

I don't know what overtook her in that moment. I don't know if the look she wore at that moment was horror at her own negligence or anger that she'd been caught. That the baby was still alive. All I know is that after she saw us she turned around and walked away as though she'd never seen us.

I vaguely remember hearing my parents shout after her asking if the child was hers and my sister telling me we should report it the authorities.

We should've.

We didn't.

In stead, and I don't know why, I followed her. For the entirety of the time we spent at that barnhouse, I followed her. At every point that I tried talking to her she'd turn the other way, blatantly ignoring her child and I. Acting like she couldn't hear it's distorted warbled crying.

I needed her to take it back.

But she didn't, and so followed, and I watched.

I watched as she tormented the animals within and around the house. I watched as she tried to steal from hosts, and how she tried to steal food and jewelry off the guests. I stabbed her with a fork at one point, when she tried to steal from a beloved aunt of mine. That was the only time she acknowledged me. The indeference that she wore as a mask for her growing rage slowly cracking over time.

And every other time stabbed her after that.

Nobody seemed to notice or care.

This all culminated in us sitting across one another at a dinner table. Me holding her infant with its distorted face and warbled cried in one hand, and hidden under tge table, a bloody fork in the other. And her, bared teeth in an angry smile still trying to feign indifference or innocence, nursing a now bloody bandaged hand.

Still no one cared.

Not until I spoke to ask her how she was finding herself.

Only then did people seem to realize we were there and what we each held. Only then did the questions start.

Someone asked her if she was injured somewhere on the property and that's why I was watching her child.

Another asked me, jokingly, if I was being payed to babysit by the kind woman.

Then all questions were suddenly directed at me.

Everyone else's chatter was drowned out as blood rushed to my ears. I hate being the center of attention, it makes me nauseous. But I was able to ignore all that in favor of watching as she reached to the person sitting next to her.

She reached with her bloody bandaged hand and I don't know what she was going to steal, but I slammed the bloody fork on to the table all the same, stopping her in her tracks, and the talking all the same.

All eyes were on us.

All eyes were on ne.

The baby's crying stopped.

I felt sick. But I spoke.

I don't remember exactly what I said, but I know I asked her why she was willing to let her child die so easily. Why at no point in the night she tried to take it back from me while I followed and offered it to her.

Why I couldn't see it's face went unspoken.

She tried to play it off. Tried to say that she hadn't realized any of that had happened, she was having such a wonderful time and the music was so loud, you see.

I didn't buy it, of course. Neither did anyone else at the table it seemed, as all eyes and questions turned to her.

No one was listening and no one was believing her anymore as she spoke and made excuses, and with each passing second I could see more of her mask crumble. Before her ire could reach a breaking point everyone stopped talking.

I looked to the front of the table where the host, hosts, hostess sat holding a hand up to silence the room. I couldn't see it's, her, his, their face faces. But I knew I was being looked at, observed, as if under a microscope. And so was she.

A chorus of voices, some familiar, most unknown, broke the silence and asked me to explain. And so I did.

I recounted everything that had happened to the table as best I could remember.

By the time I was done there was angry muttering all around. All eyes on her as she fidgetted as people realized some of their things were missing. Things she got before I grabbed my fork. Things she now realized would incriminate her as she tried to explain herself once more, but no one was willing to hear her out.

I don't know if what I said was convincing, or if the head of the table had somehow discovered their own house stolen from without having left their seat, but they believed me as well.

I remember the house shaking as the hosts rose from their seat, chair knocking back in a loud clamber, silencing the room once more.

I remember the horrified anger that crossed her face as she realized shed lost in whatever this was, whatever this had been. Her indignant angry screaming as she pointed fingers at me came to a faltering stop as the hosts opened it's mouth in a monstrous way and inhaled angrily before yelling.

I couldn't be sure of whatever happened next. My vision distorted wildly as the baby's warbled cries mixed with the hosts angry bellowing.

When I opened my eyes again I was here, awake.

I don't know what this dream means, if it does mean anything, or weather thins counts as a nightmare or not, simply do to the latter half. All I know is that when I woke up I was sweating and left with a wild sense of unease.

[cheyohara]

One too many times Chey had seen her eldest brother's charm in action. The man was a master winning friends and influencing people, he read others easily and used those insecurities to his advantage. It was manipulation at it's finest.

Often it was so good that for most of her childhood, the little brunette believed the way she was treated and handled was normal, that she'd earned and deserved it somehow. So, she always tried to be small and quiet, be out of the way as much as possible. Which had proven difficult when friends like Atlas came along in Carter's circle. He always tried to talk to her, joke with her, and in a way— felt like someone's sister.

It was a brutally painful friendship for how desperate she was for someone to notice how much pain she was in. Not just emotionally, sometimes she'd been so bruised and battered it hurt to move around too much. She'd seen it plenty of times in movies or with other girls, when people could see that they'd been crying— Chey was always brushed off.

It was because of Carter, she knew that, but how badly had she wished things had been different.

A small grin formed on her lips, "that's already happened. The phone wasn't in my hand. I didn't have pockets so I quickly stuffed it in my bra and when I couldn't find my phone later, we tore up my friend's apartment and her car until we decided to call it..." A slight roll of her eyes at her self that it had taken that long for them to have gotten to that genius point. "Well, my chest started ringing and I thought my friend was going to kill me when I pulled it out."

"No," Chey's head shook, "no big plans. Just means I made it through another week." These days all she wanted was for the world to swallow her up. Or for her to become one of those statistics of people getting hit by cars when crossing the street. "What about you? What do you do on a Saturday?" If it was something with his kids it could be the slaughter she welcomed yet knew she couldn't take.

With interest, the professor's brow lifted as he left the rest of his story to her imagination. "Please don't tell me you hit your head while making out or something..." A smile slowly formed, it was weak though still visible. "Anyway, definitely sounds like brain damage to me."

It seemed impossible not to roll her eyes in his company, and it also proved to be too difficult to not smile either. At least, a little bit. "You're just about mid-thirties, right?" Truthfully, Chey didn't know what was considered middle aged but it was humorous how sensitive people were to aging. For her, it felt like an accomplishment. "Of course you're still a selfish prick," the brunette jested, her elbow reaching for Atlas again to rib him.

The dark cloud that moved across Atlas face was proof to Chey that he didn't really have a clue what her older brother was up to these days. That he wasn't just another person that turned a blind eye because they figured it wasn't their problem, nor did they want the trouble. It was hard to blame anyone for that but she really wished someone would put Carter in his place.

"Her front screen door was ripped off the hinges and I think he broke a table. I told her I'd try to get a new screen and put it up for her." Mostly the damage was to her aunt's broken heart. "She's still shaken. Worried that he'll come back." Because that's what they did when they found they could get what they wanted. "We talked about fencing her front yard with a locked gate but then we knew he'd just jump over or break it." The defeated feeling in her chest swelled, her childhood was coming back to haunt her and induced anxiety that she didn't need right now troubled Chey.

"I don't want you to bring drama onto yourself, or potentially your family if he comes around your place. I appreciate it, I really do, but you've got yours to look after."

Growing up, all he'd ever wanted was to fit into something with someone. It wasn't as if his home life had been particularly rough, but all too often, he felt like a fly on the wall while his little brother and parents defined the family unit. When he was getting attention, it usually stemmed from a scolding over one fuck up or another. It didn't matter how well he did, the only thing anyone ever noticed were his setbacks.

Carter had felt more like family. While everyone else shied away from Atlas' chaos, it was Carter who'd embraced it and had even welcomed his unruly ways. Rather than an outcast, he'd finally felt accepted into something more.

His patience with Carter eventually wore thin. Where Atlas' chaos was untimed and in no particular direction, the other male wreaked havoc wherever he could. It was all fun until it wasn't, but Atlas had never truly believed that Carter was capable of doing anything awful. He was an asshole, but weren't they all?

"Give it a couple of years. You'll be forgetting where you put your phone and it'll be in your hand." Spoken from true dumbass experience. What he understood was that some parts of life were unforgettable, no matter how hard one tried. "What? You got big plans on Saturday or something?"

Tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, features scrunching in thought. "There was this one time in high school where I took a line drive right here," he explained, a finger lifting to brush down the bridge of his nose, "and then there was this one time I hit the back of my head at this party, but," he trailed off, grin stretching wide as if he were insinuating the rest of the story wasn't safe to tell.

"Probably dad brain though. It's definitely a thing."

A playful scoff rattled from his throat and eyes rolled. Middle aged? "I'm not even forty yet. Don't age me like that," he countered with an immature pitch of disbelief. In a few years (though if one rounded down, he was still closer to thirty) he'd be there, but until then? "I'm more of a one man band anyway. Can't let anyone steal my spotlight."

The boyish grin he'd worn the entire time faded away. Worry bubbled in his chest and so did a pit of anger. Carter had taken his teenage bullshit into adulthood? "How is she? Did he destroy anything?" The offer to help fix whatever Carter had broken was on the tip of his tongue, but he chewed at the inside of his cheek and listened as she continued on. "I'd rather him come knocking on my door than hers. Or yours." At least if Carter tried shoving his way into Atlas' place, it'd be a fair fight. A sense of protectiveness washed over him, one that he could afford. "I could reach out to him and see what the hell's going on? I won't... I won't mention you or the aunt thing. If he tries anything with me, I can handle it."

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck • Part 3

Lord of the Pins

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: A mysterious text leads Bucky to a local bowling alley.

Word Count: 2,213

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

A/N: since you've all been so nice 😭 here's some more wholesome content for you. Thank you @sjsmith56 for the bowling suggestion. If anyone else has ideas they'd like to see you can send them to my asks and maaaaybe you'll get lucky with some more parts to this. Wishing you all happy holidays! Thanks again for being so awesome 🫶💖

Bucky Barnes wonders what he has gotten himself into this time.

He had received a text that read:

"Bucky. super inportant meet up. please be there @ 3. Thx!!!! 👋 "

Followed by an address pinned to a local bowling alley called Balls to the Wall.

The number was unknown.

He tried to reply asking "who is this?" but it never marked itself as delivered.

It was now 2:45pm and Bucky has been waiting for any sign of why he was here. He kept to the outskirts of the entrance where he found a small bench that gave him a view to see everyone entering the building.

He probably could have called Sam or Torres to ask if they could help track the phone number but the thought of dealing with either of them today sounded more exhausting than dealing with whatever mystery awaited him.

"Bucky..?" A soft voice called out.

He turned to identify the voice and then stood up quickly. "Y/N?" His face lights up slightly but he's still confused, "Um, Hey..."

"What are you-"

"Were you the one-?"

They both start at the same time.

Bucky holds his arm out, signaling for her to continue first.

"What are you doing here? Are you here to bowl..?"

He scratches the back of his neck slightly, "Um, no, not exactly... I was about to ask if you were the one that told me to come here. I got a text earlier saying to meet here at 3pm but I couldn't reply to it and they didn't leave a name or really much info to go with it..."

"Do you... usually show up to places random strangers send you..? Do I have to explain stranger danger to you, Buck?" You squinted at him with a smile, "Do you still have the text, can I see?"

He grins, "Well, I can't say I've received a text like this before. I did, however, get an email once from a bank director in Canada that was looking to send me inheritance from a long lost uncle that passed away and I'm the only next of kin they could track down. I gave them my banking information so I'm sure I should be getting that 9.2 million dollars any day now." Pulling his phone out he opens the mystery text and hands it to you.

"Wow! How fortunate for you!" You joke back while taking the phone from him. "The bank must have tracked back pretty far to find you.. How old was the uncle?? 130?" You smirk.

"Ha-ha. Funny. And to think I was going to give you a million out of the kindness of my very generous heart," he tsks.

"Oh? That's fine, I have an evil genius in the family that is going to make us millions someday anyways. That or he'll marry me into it, don't let him know about all your pending riches unless you want another proposal inquiry," you laugh and then look down at his phone.

"I don't recognize the number either.. it's a strange area code. Did you try googling it?"

"...No? I didn't know that was an option.."

"Sometimes it'll tell you a name but not always, usually it will just say where the area code is from," she hands the phone back to him.

"So why are you here? Are you here to go bowling by yourself..?" Bucky asks, his head tilted slightly.

"No, I'm meeting my sister and the gang here. We usually try to meet up at least once a month to do something together o--."

"FUTURE UNCLE BUCKY!"

A small laugh escapes from Bucky. He knows exactly who the text was from now. Of course the small one would be involved.

Benji runs full force, stopping short in front of Bucky and his Aunt.

"YOU MADE IT!" He jumps up in excitement.

Realization hits Y/N next, "Benjamin, did you text Bucky to meet us here??"

"Well, you guys said Monty couldn't make it and that means we would be short a team member...sooo," he gestures towards Bucky with wide Vanna White enthusiastic movements.

"How did you even-?" You start to ask but Nora beats you to it.

"Excuse me, you don't have a phone. How exactly did you contact Bucky and HOW did you know his phone number??"

"Please, Mom. I'm a kid, not an idiot. I found his number in Aunt Y/N's phone and I texted him from my tablet."

"We will be discussing this later," she sighs.

"You'll join our team, won't you, Bucky?" Benji looks up at him with an exaggerated pout and big puss in boot eyes. A low-blow to any adult that receives the look.

"I don't want to intrude on family time.."

"Nonsense!" Nora exclaims, "he already dragged you out here- I'm really sorry about that by the way. Please feel free to join us, we'd love to have you!" She grabs Benji by the shoulders and steers him towards the entrance, "When Dad gets here you have a lot of explaining to do, Mister."

Bucky looks over at Y/N.

"Like Nora said, please feel free to join us. Or feel free to run for the hills. I'm so sorry if you had plans already today."

"I had already finished everything I needed to do today when the message showed up," he shrugs.

"Well, do you have any bowling experience?"

"A few times back in the day. Haven't been since though."

"Fair warning, I'm very competitive. If you're going to be on my team, I don't like to lose," you grin.

"Isn't Benji on your team?"

"Yeah, and I got lucky. We had to draw straws for him. Kid is unstoppable. Watched a bunch of YouTube videos and suddenly he was a bowling prodigy."

"Well, now I need to join, gotta see these skills. Do you think the text was his only shenanigan today or do you think a ring will be inside one of the bowling balls?" He smirks.

You blush slightly but laugh with him, "I can make absolutely no promises. Thank you for being such a good sport about it and not filing a restraining order on us."

He laughs, "The only restraining order I'd consider at the moment is on a raccoon hell bent to get my arm," he lifts his left arm slightly.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to need more details on this please."

He laughs holding his right hand out for you to take and both of you start to walk towards the entrance.

"Is anyone else joining in?" Bucky asks you.

"My brother-in-law, Theo, is on his way here now and my best friend is also joining. Prudence is essentially a 2nd sister. Her boyfriend Monty is usually with us too, but he had to drop out to cover a shift at his job."

You both grab some bowling shoes on your way in and make your way over to the lanes.

Benji skips over, "So Bucky, with your super soldier strength and all, are you able to bowl without throwing the ball through the wall?"

"One way to find out," he smirks down at him and takes a seat to switch his boots for the bowling shoes.

"The place is called Balls to the Walls, not Balls through the Wall, got it?" you point at them while taking your jacket off revealing a shirt that says "Rollin' with my homies" that matched Benji's shirt that simply said "Homie" on the front.

Bucky reads both of them and chuckles. You look down and shrug looking back up at him, "It was a gift from Benj. We also wear them when we do other activities like roller skating and mini golfing."

Bucky smiles at that, enjoying how close they all seemed to be as a family.

Eventually Theo and Prudence join you, Benji introducing Bucky to both of them with his usual enthusiasm. Ecstatic to have the super soldier on his team.

Theo shakes his hand, "Nice to meet you, heard many things. I'm apologizing now before I find out how you ended up here today," he smiles and walks over to hug the rest of the crew.

Prudence walks by shortly after mouthing "Oh. My. God!" at you as she greets Bucky as well, bringing him into a huge hug.

You all start entering your names into the scoreboard.

Y/N, Benji, and Bucky declared their team Lord of the Pins while Nora, Theo, and Prudence were The Britney Spares.

Prudence prepares to go up first, only knocking 2 pins down.

"What I lack in skill, I make up for in heart, ok?" She reasons while sitting down.

A few turns go by, Benji scoring a spare on his first turn, Nora trying a throw from under her legs.

Benji excitedly follows Bucky up on his first turn, giving him a quick pep talk while coaching him on the essentials of his favorite throwing techniques.

They both hold incredibly still while they watch the ball fly down the lane. The pins all fall over and STRIKE appears on the screens. Everyone cheers, Benji jumps up and down and they both high-five in victory.

Benji runs back to the benches while shouting to his dad, "Did you see that?! We're sooo going to kick your butts!" He starts doing his own little victory dance.

Bucky walks over to you with a smile. You grin and shrug, "I guess you can stay on the team."

Benji sits down next to Prudence as she looks over and smiles at the scene in front of her. Y/N and Bucky were standing near the ball return, a ball in her hand while waiting for her turn after Theo. She was laughing at something Bucky said and they were both making animated gestures as they talked.

"Look at them in their own little bubble over there. They look so happy and adorable. Good one, Benj." She stretches her hand over to him to exchange a low high-five out of sight.

"I know," he moves his shoulders up and down while wiggling his eyebrows.

"You still lost your tablet privileges for the weekend," Nora sings as she walks by.

"Aw, come on Mommm!"

Benji is on his last turn following Prudence. He already has 2 strikes before this turn, making this turn his chance to score a Turkey (3 strikes in a row) AND get an extra turn if he does get a strike.

Concentrating on the lane ahead of him, the ball lined up in front of his face. After a moment he takes a few steps forward winding up his shot, letting go in his perfect bowling pose, one arm up in the air and one leg sticking out behind him.

Three perfectly spaced out pins survive in a triple split.

His little shoulders slump.

"You've got this Benji!" Prudence cheers.

The rest of you start cheering and clapping as well.

"Aunt Y/N?" Benji asks.

"Yeah, Bud?"

"If I get a spare on this throw, will you and Bucky take me to get ice cream tomorrow?" The puss in boots eyes have engaged again.

You look over at Bucky, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, ice cream sounds less expensive than a wedding to me," Bucky answers quietly to you.

You laugh, "Ok, deal."

Benji grins, turning back around.

He goes through his usual steps but takes an extra few seconds of concentration this time.

He throws the ball watching it curve slightly, it hits the middle pin and left pin knocking them down while the middle pin then bounds over and takes out the right pin.

Your group erupts in loud cheers. Benji jumps up and down while shouting and doing his victory dance. Theo runs over lifting him up to his shoulders.

"Told you," you say looking over to Bucky, "bowling prodigy," you point over at Benji.

Theo lowers him back to the ground. Benji is already listing the flavors of ice cream he wants and how many scoops and toppings.

Nora, Theo, and Bucky finish their last turns with decent scores.

You go up for your last round earning a spare, but it's not nearly as exciting as Benji's.

Joining in high-fives you all start switching shoes.

"Alright, Lord of the Pins, you earned yourselves some pizza," Theo announces to Benji while handing him his sneakers.

"Can we get the one that has everything on it??"

"Sure, why not. When you say everything, we're talking about the one with sardines, liver, and mushrooms, right?"

"No! That's not the one!-"

"Too late, I already ordered it," he joked but hasn't touched his phone yet.

Your usual pizza spot was a block away from the bowling alley. With your shoes and coat already back on you turn to Bucky who is also ready and waiting, "If we haven't taken up enough of your time today, would you like to stay and join us for dinner?"

"Would you like to stay forever?!" You hear Benji's voice shout from behind both of you.

You cover your face and both of you laugh, "Sure, I'd love some sardines, liver, and mushroom pizza," he jokes.

"Yuck!" Benji answers back.

Bucky offers his hand again, you smile and lace your fingers together and follow the rest out.

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Next: Part 4 - Misterwives

[americasass91]

Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife​ 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.  

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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[themultifandomgal]

Alfie Solomons- Not A Dream Wedding

"Are you ready love?" Pol asks as Ada places my vail over my face

"Yeah, Pol can you make sure my brothers play nice today, especially Arthur and Tommy"

"Of course love. Now let's get you married" Ada walks off to go and sit down while I stand with Pol at the back of the church. She gives me a kiss on my forehead when Arthur walks over to me to to give me away

"Please be nice today" I whisper to Arthur

"I've agreed to give you away haven't I?"

"I want today to be perfect, all my brothers together in one room with Alfie and no fighting"

"Heard you loud and clear YN" a piano starts to play and Arthur walks me up the aisle towards Alfie who is leaning on his cane while smiling. Arthur gives my hand to Alfie and quietly says to him "remember who her brothers are. You harm a hair on her head we will kill you"

The wedding it's self doesn't last very long and we end up at Arrow House for the after party

"You look beautiful dear" Alfie says as you dance together

"And you look handsome" I smile at my now husband

"Did you have a good day? we were on our best behaviour"

"You were, thank you" I lean up and peck his lips "I need the toilet, I'll be back in a bit" I leave Alfie's arms and head to the bathroom.

When I walk out and back to the main room I see Alfie and Tommy beating someone up. I sigh walking over to Polly and Ada "what the fuck did I miss?"

"Someone drunk shouting out shit about you" Ada replies, but tries to turn me away

"Who?" I frown looking between

"You don't need to know love"

"Who?" I now ask more irritated

"Dad" Ada tells me making me groan. I walk away from my Aunt and sister

"Ahh there she is" dad yells out

"Alfie, Tom stop" I squat down now seeing that dad already has a black eye forming and blood running down his nose. I look at Tommy "I thought I said no fighting today?"

"You said no fighting with Alfie or the others. Said nothing bout this peace of shit"

"Why are you here Arthur?"

"Arthur? since when did you stop calling me dad?"

"Since the day you left, if you'd ever bother to come and see your children"

"You look so much like your mother, acts like her to. A whore" that's when I loose it. I slap him across his face making him laugh

"Don't talk about mother like that. At least she loved us. Tom get him out of here before he ruins my wedding more" I stand up and Tommy lifts him up with the help of John. Unfortunately the man who calls himself my dad pulls on my dress

"Wait YN. At least let me have a drink with my daughter and son in law"

"I think you should get your hand off her, yeah?" Alfie pries his hand from my dress and I watch my brothers making my dad leave "I'm sorry he come here"

"Don't worry about it. But he did ruin my dress" I pout looking at the blood on my white dress

"Well I was going to rip it off you tonight so it would have been ruined anyway" Alfie shrugs while leading me over to some drinks

"Alfie" I scold

"Ok ok I'll have someone clean the dress, but your bra and panties are fair game right, and any other dress for that matter yeah"

"Thank you" I kiss his cheek as I pick up a glass of wine "and if you give me a few minutes to change out of this, I may have a surprise for you that you can rip. But remember we're staying here tonight so we have to be quiet. If any of my brothers find you naked in bed with me then they won't hesitate to put a bullet through your head"

"We're married now YN, they can't do shit to me. I'm bloody Alfie Solomons yeah. And anyway how do they think we're going to have a child if I can't have sex with my sexy wife"

"I'm dreading the day we have to tell them"

"I can't wait to see you with my child inside you" Alfie smirks at me

"Yeah? well it won't be for a while I'm afraid. Let them cool down with the idea that the Camden King is my husband"

"I'm not getting any younger YN"

"I know, but let's just enjoy some time with just us for now" I press my lips against his, our lips moving in sync. This wedding may not have ran that smoothly, but much better than expected.