#artemisia imagine

[multimilfs]

Artemisia x Fem!Reader: Unspoken

Summary: Artemisia + 42 — “How have you survived this long by yourself?”

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I love Artemisia but writing for her after such a long time was definitely a bit of a challenge. That being said, I hope I was able to capture her character well enough!

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld @evil-feather @elenaguarnieri @imtrashinflames @nonbinary-cryptid-baby

Warning(s): Blood, Minor Violence

“Miss, miss, what about this? A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman.” 

A richly colored dress is shoved in your face and you reel back, only the hand on your back keeping you upright. The vendors are nothing if not eager this year. 

You walk past without acknowledging him and he moves on to the next woman who seems naive enough to suit his tastes. The goods are of fine quality, but the prices are enough to make even you balk. Perhaps your Father wasn’t so remiss in sending you with a companion. 

“Do you intend on making a purchase, Princess?” Artemisia asks slowly, “Or will we circle the market again?” 

You thought being so close to the water would bring her comfort, but she’s been antsy all morning. The market on the east dock is hardly the worst place she’s accompanied you to and her behavior gives you pause. 

“Impatient, Commander?” 

“Those willing to do you harm can do so easier if you follow a predictable path.” 

“That’s what you’re for.” You offer a pointed look. 

Normally, you wouldn’t take so long at the market, but you’re looking for a gift; for your very own companion, coincidentally enough. She would be leaving again in a few moons and you wanted to send something with her. 

Jewelry was off the table; she had no use for it and it would only serve as a hazard when she fought. You’d briefly considered a new sword, but knew she was too fond of her current weapons. Going down the weapons route, you decided a small, concealable dagger would serve her well. The problem was finding the right one. 

Every weapon you’d seen this far was too ornate. The hilts were made of heavy material or inlaid with a dozen gems that’d impede the point of being concealed. You need something functional that you can adjust just enough to make personal while still serving her well. 

“Be that as it may, we shouldn’t tempt them just because I’m capable of defending you.” 

“Why not?” You grin, admiring a stall of delicate chains in gold and silver, “I thought you liked spilling blood.” 

Artemisia says nothing. 

You chuckle and shake your head. 

Your eyes catch a stall with a large man hammering metal in the center of countless weapons. It lays tucked behind everything that glitters, simple and cold in its nature. This is your third time around the market and only now do you notice it; it’s the only stall not shouting to draw attention. 

Drifting towards it, the stall runner perks up. His eyes trace over you with interest. You can feel Artemisia follow close behind. She’s hardly ever far. 

“Ah, a woman of taste. Come, come, let’s see—“ He peruses his selection and holds one out to you, blade first, “Try this one.” 

Raising a brow, you reach out, only to find your wrist gripped. Artemisia glares at the man while hissing in your ear, “How have you survived this long by yourself?” 

You’re shoved roughly behind Artemisia’s form. She rips the blade from the vendor’s hands, not blinking at the blood it draws from her palm, and holds it out to you. Her eyes pierce the vendor and he seems to tremble where he stands. 

Taking the dagger from her hands carefully, you turn it over, inspecting it. It’s beautifully crafted, with a simple hilt and sharp, but ultimately doesn’t stand out to you. There’s an inscription along the blade that you try to read. You fail, coming to realize it isn’t a language you know. 

“Use it.” 

You look up, trying to place the voice. Artemisia is still glaring at the vendor, while he looks at you, but neither of their lips are moving. Turning, you find no one behind you either. 

“Did someone say something?” You ask softly. 

Artemisia turns, frowning. She shakes her head. The vendor doesn’t acknowledge your question, only stares, like there’s an answer he can’t understand without you. It makes your skin crawl. 

“Kill him.” 

Neither of their lips move. But you hear the voice all the same. 

You want to drop the dagger from your hands, but you can’t. Your fingers are wrapped around it and unmoving. It’s like your body is reacting independently of your mind, refusing to respond to basic commands, the desire and bloodlust so strong it feels like it’s all you have. 

The vendor's eyes light up. 

Every warning in your mind is going off. Something is very, very wrong here. But you step forward and turn the dagger blade out. You want to scream, but can’t open your mouth. All you can do is watch yourself pull back with the intent of burying it in his chest. 

Artemisia grabs your wrist before it sinks into his skin. He hisses and spits a curse at her, but she only rips the blade out of your hands, throwing it down at his feet. 

“Come on, Princess.” She says. 

When you don’t budge, eyes glued on the dagger, she takes matters into her own hands. You’re hefted over her shoulder. The action breaks you from your trance, shock overwhelming you. 

“Commander, put me down.” You demand. When she continues to weave through the crowds as if she doesn’t hear you, you growl, “Commander!” 

The Commander puts you back on your feet and shoves you backwards into an alley. Grabbing a couple of scarves off of the last stall she can see, she wraps one around your head. She uses the other to wrap over her own hair. You stare wordlessly up at her. 

You’re pushed into the shadows and she leans against a wall. Her eyes are focused on the main path. 

“Where did you go?” Artemisia murmurs, “When you held that weapon?” 

“I don’t know…” You admit. 

Her gaze turns on you. It’s dark and sharp, “You were going to kill him.” 

“I was. I wanted to, but it wasn’t… me.” 

She nods as if she knew all of this already. You can see her mind working a mile a minute, all while keeping a hard eye trained on the path. Dozens of people pass by before she looks away. 

“Why did you stop me?” You whisper. 

“You didn’t want to kill him.” She says simply. 

“But how could you know that?” 

“I know you, Princess.” 

Artemisia says it like it’s the most natural thing to admit. You’ve never met a soul the Commander bothered to know. It warms you from the inside and makes a smile bloom on your face. 

You lean up and place a kiss on her cheek. She stares at you and though she doesn’t say anything, you can feel the confusion radiating from her. The simple truth is that like Artemisia has never bothered to know anyone, you’ve never had anyone bother to know you. You’re a stepping stone to your brother or father in the eyes of the court or people; but not to the Commander, it seems. 

How odd. 

How lovely. 

“Kiss her,” Comes that voice again and you freeze, “Claim her.” 

When you look into Artemisia’s eyes, something clicks. You smile and grip the edge of her garment to pull her closer. The unyielding armor beneath her dress grounds you, stabilizing your mind while your heart races. 

“Artemisia.” You whisper. 

“Princess?” Artemisia asks automatically. 

“Will you kiss me?” You ask, “Will you claim me?” 

There’s a spark of recognition in her dark eyes. Her hands come up to rest on the wall behind you, arms bracketing your head as she does just that; claiming your lips and body and heart without having to say a single word. 

[kulapti]

Aug 2023, bookbinding of The Silent Isle Imbowers by Tharkuun.

I’m sooo so so pleased to finally share this! I have been actively working on this for many months and waited until Tharkuun received her copy before posting so the final result would be a surprise.

-----------About this bookbinding under the cut

This binding has been one of the more elaborate pieces I have attempted so far. This has been my first binding where I (1) made three copies of a piece at once, (2) used a modified a historical illustration, (3) collaborated directly with another artist on the decorative elements, (4) finished matching art for the cover and title page, and (5) layered paint and heat-transfer vinyl for the covers. These are also (6) the first non-tiny books I have made with this style of hinge and cover attachment.

Pretty much immediately after I first read this story I felt I had to make myself a copy of this. I had a strong mental image of a vintage-looking cover for a fairy tale, with a deceptively simple design of flowers on the cover, probably with fancy metallic accents, the kind of thing you’d find in an interesting used bookstore with no summary, no text on the back, no dust jacket, just the flowers and maybe a title. I’m going to make a separate post about making this cover design a reality because oh man has it been a journey lol! I designed and drew the digital art for the cover (digital because of the cut and application method), as well as the corresponding title page illustration (pencil and dip pen, scanned, title added digitally).

When I asked Tharkuun about it she was excited to suggest I get in touch with quillingwords, who generously agreed to collaborate with me! Among her talents quilling writes calligraphy, and hand wrote both the book title and chapter headers for me to incorporate into my plans. Check OUT those chapter headers! So fancy! A font could never!! Quilling has also been very encouraging and let me yell about this project in dms for months so the final result could be a surprise for Tharkuun. Thank u so much quillingwords, your calligraphy adds invaluable amounts of swag to this project.

I was going to do some kinda neat font for the chapter headers, but quilling’s work is too cool for that and I decided to use a modified piece of a historical illustration instead. The illustration also happens to be cool as heck: I was browsing the Artstor database (an academic quality resource available for free via Jstor, my beloved) and found E. N. Neureuther's 1836 gorgeous etching for etching of the fairy tale Briar Rose, an illustration made for a printing of a Brothers Grimm recorded German fairy tale with Sleeping Beauty elements. Much to my delight this illustration not only matches the general look I wanted but is actually relevant to the story, itself a Sleeping Beauty spinoff.

Slightly less stylistically consistent are the endpapers, which are prints of two different paintings by Arnold Böcklin: Isle of the Dead (1883) in the front and Isle of Life (1888). The first painting had occurred to me as an excellent visual to go with the story, and Tharkuun and I discussed this and agreed that pairing it with the related later, more optimistic piece was too thematically appropriate to resist.

I had fun and learned a lot making these books and I am very pleased with the result!!

Materials: Archival bookboard, cardstock, cotton cheesecloth mull, archival PVA glue, linen thread coated in beeswax, paper cord, red cotton embroidery floss. Blue cotton backed with archival paper, acrylic paint, machine cut black and gold heat-transfer vinyl. Laser printed text and illustrations. Metallic scrapbooking paper.

[starfish-comics]

I shall never take this off.

[sserrafeim]

I want a Vespertine/Sorcery of Thorns crossover simly because I think Silas would combust if he met another teenager that has trouble talking care of herself

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Can you do a really possessive and dominant Artemisia x Fem Reader story please (with smut), where the reader is a Greek hostage who Artemisia had been charged with keeping a hold of but soon she quickly falls in love with the woman and becomes very possessive over her especially when Misia’s generals get a little to close to her.

Mine just mine

Warnings: Smut, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, implicit manipulation and therefore 14+ only

Word count: 1.6 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia knows what to do with unplanned guests

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

"General"

The voice of one of my crew members cut short the explanation coming from my lips as I tried to explain to others how we would have to return to Persia in order to equip ourselves with more weapons.

"What do you want?"

"Shirin saw a body floating on a piece of wood. We saved it."

"A body, a dead body?"

"We thought so, until she opened her eyes."

"Her?"

"Yes. Now she's threatening the crew with a knife?"

"Bring a knife?!"

"Yes."

"You should have told me that first, you animal."

Quickly, I left the small room we were in, climbing up some small stairs to be able to see the scene that was forming.

A girl covered with a white dress, dry hair and battered by the salt of the sea, and with red eyes, was moving from one side to the other, threatening my men with a knife.

"Where am I?" She shouted "who are you?"

The men, like good men, did not even deign to try to respond, they just wanted to get closer.

"Calm down."

The girl turned to look at me, listening to my request. I could notice how her grip on the knife loosened a little, to tighten her fist around it again.

"Who are you, where am I?"

"Welcome to the Persian ship, I am…"

"Artemisia… "whispered

"The same"

Before we could react, the girl ran in my direction, but before she could plunge the knife into me, I hit her head, making her fall unconscious on the floor, dropping the gun. Gently, I took the weapon and checked it. It was made of iron, and on the blade came engraved something. Ἰσοκράτης

This woman was none other than the daughter of Isocrates, the famous Athenian politician. This woman was the definition of a gold mine.

"What do we do with her, General?"

"You and you, chain her up and lock her up tight in the cellar. Don't give her a chance to escape" quickly 2 men took the body and started down the stairs. "And you and you, you are going to take one of the boats and row to Athens, go to Isocrates and tell him the sad story of how his daughter ended up on an enemy ship" I mocked, making my sailors laugh. "Maybe that way we'll get more than Themistocles' head."

All the sailors let out a deep laugh, knowing that something big was on the other side of the horizon.

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The next time I went down to the cellars, the woman, who I now knew had the name Y/N, was awake, and was even trying to untie the knots in her wrists.

"Try as you might, you can't escape."

My voice seemed to startle her, causing her to stop nibbling on the rope.

"Are you finally going to let me out?" her voice was hoarse. As if he hadn't had any water. My eyes glanced at the floor, realizing I hadn't touched either her food or the glass of water.

"You need to eat, you need to hydrate."

"I asked you a question!" she raised her voice, which made me raise my eyebrows, but that didn't make her back down "Are you finally going to let me go?" she asked again.

"No" I sat down across from her, took the plate she had been given, realizing that she had only been given a measly apple and a glass of water, so with my eyes I began to look for some food. "Not until your dear daddy sends us what we want."

Y/N let out a small but loud laugh, which made me take my eyes off the cereal sacks and land on Y/N's brown eyes.

"Then I'll have to die here."

"What do you mean?"

"My father banished me from Athens. So, no matter whether tomorrow you cut me to pieces or leave me alive, my father will want nothing more to do with me."

I stood silently, watching my master plan fall apart piece by piece.

I let out a big sigh and stood up, throwing the apple away.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll bring you better food."

———————————————————————————

Eventually, I had to realize that Y/N was right.

My men returned with empty hands and verbal refusal from the great politician.

"So, what shall we do?"

I didn't even have the brains to answer them. Even I didn't know what we were going to do with the girl.

It was one more mouth to feed, one more weight for this vessel.

But, she was the most sensual woman my eyes had ever seen.

I couldn't just throw it away.

"Does anyone know if she's awake?"

"Omar went to give her her ration recently and she was awake."

Without waiting any longer, I got up and walked to the cellar door, opening it and finding the woman, who was now held only by a rope around her ankle.

"You were right, your father ignored us."

"I told you so" she commented with a mouth full of rice. She was completely hunched over as her plate was on the floor.

Quickly, I took the spoon out of her hand and grabbed the bowl. I took a spoonful of the food and brought it to her mouth.

"I have to apologize to you" she gave me a confused look, but opened her mouth, letting me feed her, but raised her eyebrows, asking me for an explanation. "For keeping you in a place like this. You deserve better."

"That means you're not going to let me go, right?" she spoke again with her mouth full. She was hungry.

"Do you have someplace where you are completely welcome?" Y/N was quiet and simply waited for me to give her another spoonful. So, I took it and popped it into her mouth. "Here I will give you the life worthy of someone like you."

———————————————————————————

Things escalated very quickly, too quickly for me to relate in detail what actually happened.

Y/N loved it, so much so, that, she went from sleeping on top of a bean bag, to sleeping in my bed, every night, of course, after I stuck my fingers up to her vagina.

But, at first, Y/N at first, she didn't want me to go near her because she said he would never let herself be caught in the enemy's clutches.

"Please… don't stop!"

I pulled my mouth away from her pussy as I watched her eyebrows furrow, little beads of sweat on her forehead, her eyes closed tightly and an open mouth that never failed to be as sensual as she was herself.

"Do you want more, sweet girl?"

"Yes, please."

With force, I smacked one of her buttocks, causing Y/N to give a little jump as a high-pitched squeal came from those plump lips.

"You know how to order correctly."

"My lady, please let me cum."

"Cum for me, pet."

I buried my head between her legs again and began to suck on her bulge, while my index, middle and ring finger in her vagina, almost wanting to touch her insides, causing her now, to let out a loud moan, almost like a scream.

"General?"

Omar's head peeked into my room, causing me to peel my face away from Y/N's pussy and with my right hand I covered the woman's naked body with the blanket.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"We have Misia ships in our sights."

"Just get out."

The man slammed the door shut. I carefully got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" asked Y/N as a claim.

"Outside. I need you to shut up."

"But Artemi…"

"I told you to shut up!"

She did not speak again and allowed me to leave without further ado.

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"We know you have it, Artemisia."

I stopped pacing the room only to focus my gaze on the man tied in the chair.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't get smart with me, Artemisia, we know you're holding Y/N hostage."

"I regret to inform you, General Themistocles, but no one is being held hostage here" the men behind his back began to laugh lightly "Lady Y/N is here of her own free will."

"Why would a woman as worthy as Y/N be with someone like you?"

"Because I fuck her like no one ever can. If you had arrived a few minutes ago, you might have been delighted with her moans."

"You are a danger. You don't deserve anything from her."

"And you do?" quickly, I pulled out my pocketknife and put it to his neck.

"She deserves better."

"She's mine!"

"She doesn't even want to be here with you!"

"No?" I turned away from Themistocles and signaled Omar. Minutes later he arrived with a Y/N on shaky legs and wrapped in the blanket.

"Y/N!"

"Themistocles?"

"Oh, honey" I gave her a smile "Come on, come here."

She as obedient as ever, came to my side, letting me slip my arm around her hip.

"Is Y/N well, has this woman done anything to you?" asked the Athenian.

"Come on, pet, tell this man that you want to stay with me."

I got up to walk to his side and duck my head so that it was in the curve of her shoulder and neck, leaving little kisses on her soft skin. I even went so far as to feel goose bumps.

"Tell him, my love" I whispered close to her ear "tell him you're mine."

"Forgive me General Themistocles, but, I want to stay with my General Artemisia. She is the one to whom I belong."

I gave her a last kiss on her neck to give a cynical and victorious smile to the Greek warrior.

Note:

After many setbacks, writer's block, heat, pride day (by the way, happy LGBT+ pride day and month, I love you) HERE IT IS. I hope I can write the others that remain in two days like this.

PS: Have you seen that my new personality is Barbie?! I am very excited about the movie.

I hope you enjoy it

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[felixravinstills]

re: ask game

Tags: POV Original Female Character, Time Travel, Murder, References To Child Abuse, Grief/Mourning, Unconventional Relationship, Codependency, Fix-It Of Sorts

(ofc had to add time travel my beloved <3)

Summary: Artemisia Click arrives to the Academy on the morning of the 10th Annual Reaping Ceremony and knows something is wrong. Her peers stare at her with more pity than they did when she stumbled through excuses for the bruises her father left on her skin.

It isn't until she walks into Heavensbee Hall and sees Festus Creed kissing her future husband on the lips that she realizes perhaps, she is not the only one with memories of a car bomb and a cup of poison.

Or: Three adults thrown into their teenage bodies of their past selves deal with the grief of a daughter who has never been born and plot revenge against a man who has, at this point, done nothing wrong.

[liviacardew]

the child faceclaim for aelia ravinstill looks kind of like liza soberano and i’ve been picturing the older aelia as liza soberano but it’s kinda weird because i also imagine artemisia click in @felixravinstills’s fic as liza soberano but i can’t stop picturing either of them as liza soberano.

[winterrhayle]

an incomplete list of things that i am very very very very very very very intrigued and excited about being visually portrayed in the tlc adaption:

BIOELECTRICAL MANIPULATION. HOW will they portray this??? because its animated i could imagine them doing some like visual effects like squiggly lines or something (kinda into the spiderverse spidey-sense esque) OR they could show it in the way it would look irl, by just showing the impact of the manipulation on the person however i would imagine that this would be really really difficult to show as the audience needs to know when someone is acting by their own accord and who is acting due to manipulation,, this is so intriguing to me genuinely

LUNAR FASHION ! specially in the scenes during winter at levana and kai's wedding, i think the clothing and hair and makeup would be so fun to look at as the aristocrats' clothing is so ornate, and as its animation there really aren't any limits to what they do with that

cinder's vision, with her constant information trickling in with the orange lie detector, heart monitor, internal portscreen etc etc, i kinda imagine them doing a lot of scenes from her POV, where we can see what is happeining through her eyes, and this would be specially interesting in particular scenes like when her cybernetic and natural vision are fighting against eachother to try and figure out how levana really looks, and the scene where cinder is doing some insane multitasking fighting the guards + wolf soldiers while escaping artemisia palace and jumping into the lake

the character designs for the fully modified wolf soldiers, i've always found them kinda difficult to picture personally so i would be very interested in looking at how they're portrayed here

general scene setting like : new beijing market, the artemisia and new beijing palaces, cress' sattelite, the rampion, the abandoned paris opera house fight scene, farafrah, benoit farms, etc etc etc, you get the gist. i feel like tlc has so much potential with these visuals specially because theyre in the future, so the fashion could go in any difrection, and you'd see futuristic things around like the hover cars and maybe like, subtle things like people scanning their wrists (with their ID chips) to pay for things im yapping i know but i just love the world building so much

winter's hallucinations, it would be interesting for it to switch between what she sees, eg a scene where the walls are bleeding and they could do some like spirally camera work around her and then it could cut to another characters POV, like jacin where you can see how it really looks, it would be cool juxoposition and it would be really helpful to get into winters head (as she has the shortest time on paper out of all the characters :(((( SIGH)

they could do a cool thing with the selene / cinder connection, i said yelled my ideas in the tags of this post here, its in all caps sorry lmaooo i got a little excited

anyway these are just off the top of my head there are definitely more,, but if u guys have any more please please please please share i would loveeee to hear

[oopsieedaisi]

🫧🩷 Artemisia Hamato 🩷🫧

Behold! The fruits of my labor~ For those unaware, I just completed my studies and my major project for art, and had been ✨suffering✨ because of said studies and major project for a full year unable to create stuff for myself properly. In comes my latest baby girl! Artemisia is, obviously, a ROTTMNT OC which I’ve been working on and off for this aforementioned year, and now she’s finally completed‼️‼️

Artemisia, better known as Misi, is the youngest unknown sister of the Hamato family. Charismatic and cheery, she is basically the textbook example of a stereotypical pink girl, but don’t let her cheer, small stature and almost nonsensical phrases fool you, she has more tea on you than you can imagine, and isn’t afraid on using it, her prosthetic leg also hurts a LOT if she deems you undeserving of being defeated with dignity at the hand of her Tessen. Overall, basically imagine her as Elle Woods from Legally Blonde with a little bit more Barbie energy 🩷

Anyway I love my baby girl so so much please talk to me about her I will not shut up and I have so many ideas for her 🩷🩷

Text on ref sheet

Artemisia, Kemp’s Ridley sea turtle

Mystic weapon: Tessen/Japanese War fan

Ninpo Bubble

Utilising her tessen to move and and deflect them, Artemisia is able to summon mystic bubbles for a variety of purposes, such as to act in place of shuriken, catch and capture objects, or create bubble clones of herself and others. And, whilst incredibly delicate and cute, they can pack and unexpected punch.

Basically imagine them as beachballs being thrown at around 638 miles per second.

Anything can be a deadly projectile if thrown hard enough :>

‼️RESHARES ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED‼️

But please do not take, use, reupload, sell, edit, redistribute, copy, claim, fed to AI etc.... My work without my written permission, Thank you kindly 💗

[heavenlayt]

Yandere Artemis with a sweet and innocent reader? :))

Hi anon! You are my first request and I was very happy in write about the Greek gods. As I was writing this in my backyard I saw a shooting star crossing the sky. It probably inspired me writing this headcanon. It turned out shorter than I expected, but I hope you like it! 💞

Artemis, Artemis or Artemisia, is the Greek goddess of hunting, nature and chastity. Artemis is also known for being the protector of women and carrying the same powers as her twin brother, Apollo. Able to hurl plagues and diseases at men and beasts as punishment, Artemis is one of the worst yanderes to have as lover or enemy.

I feel that with a sweet, innocent darling, Artemis would be quite protective, obsessive and possessive.

Falling in love was never in the goddess' plans, but when she saw you for the first time she felt as if cupid himself had bewitched her with one of his arrows.

As the goddess of chastity, I imagine Artemis wouldn't sleep with you, but given the concept of virginity, she wouldn't object to using her mouth or other means to pleasure you.

Because her darling is sweet and innocent, Artemis would fall even deeper in love with her sweetness, and she would do everything possible to receive a daily dose of her affection. Kisses, hugs and other caresses from the goddess are constant demonstrations of love that make you never stop feeling loved by her.

Artemis is also overprotective and terrified that your naivety could be used against you, so she decides that taking you against your will to live with her is the best decision. Scream, cry and fight back all you want, but the goddess of the hunt never lets her prey out of her reach.

You would be considered her most precious treasure, kept under her protection 24 hours a day, imprisoned in the temple dedicated to the goddess.

Her powers of throwing plagues and diseases are quite useful in this situation. While he hates to even think of inflicting punishments on you for behaving, Artemis is not averse to the idea of secretly sickening you to keep you close, under her constant control and care. And when it comes to her enemies in love, be they gods or mortal men, she is also not indifferent to the idea of using all possible tricks to ward off anyone capable of taking her sweet beloved away from her arms.

Whether through plagues, diseases or even hunting them personally, the goddess has no limits when it comes to you.

You are her sweet naive little angel. Only hers. And you better accept your fate, like it or not, because she will never let you go.

[florsial]

*THROWS BOOKS ON TABLE*

There isn't enough Bartylus content, I'm throwing a fit

And here's a lil playlist i made and realized gave off slight bartylus vibes<3:

Spectrum and Hot Gum gives off such bartylus vibes!!

Here are some Bartylus hcs!!!

-I do believe in canon Barty is younger than Reg by about a year but I don't really like that, so I imagine Barty is just younger than Reg by about a few months (i do what i want)

-Though they first met at a pureblood event when they were both 8 years old and Barty finds himself being pushed to talk to the sickly-looking boy who clung to Evan Rosier while his brother was being pulled away by Walburga and Orion. He didn't get to talk to Regulus at all that night, but Evan was nice.

-When he sat with Evan and Reg on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, Regulus still didn't talk to him. Just starred. It was then that Evan explained that Regulus didn't know any English, only French.

-So Barty tried to teach some to him, but since he was pretty stumped on English too, being used to Italian most of his life, it didn't do much for Reg. Though it did make him laugh.

-They started dating in their 4th year, at first it was just casual dating, neither of them actually thought they would last so long but that did. Though with a few split-ups here and there.

-Once when Regulus got extremely sick, Barty took a walk to pass the time (since Reg insisted that his boyfriend keep a distance so he wouldn't get sick too) and ran into a stray black cat. It reminded him of Reg so he took it with him and presented it to Reg who opted to name the cat Artemisia

-Regulus likes to write letters and poems so he can slip them into Barty's bag for him to read.

-Cue soft dancing between the two, they def do it in private as a way of comfort

-Barty finds random shit he thinks Reg will like and just bring it to him like a cat, Reg a has about 2 boxes for it all

-They both know exactly when the other is lying. Both of them grew up in households that would lie often so they would see through each other so quickly. This is why surprises between them are basically useless but Reg likes to do so anyway because it's the thought that counts in his head

-In my little head they ran away to elope and just never told anyone. In canon compliant, I would imagine them eloping in the middle of wartime and planning to announce it when everything was over, but it just never happened cuz Reg died.

-I think it would be more fun if it was in a muggle/modern au where shortly after Sirius runs away, Reg and Barty run away to elope and they just disappear until years later when Sirius sees his little brother who he thought was still living with his parents and the little fucker is married to the psychotic bitch who threw knives for fun in high school (i might actually write a fanfic on this holy shit)

-wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses wrist kisses tehe

-Regulus paints Barty's nails cuz Barty has shaky hands that can never keep still

-Partly blond Regulus who lets Barty dye his hair

-They like to play tag together, while on the outside it's just a sweet thing, it is always a bit more symbolic than what people think

-Regulus knows how to sew so when he sees that some articles of Barty's clothes are ripped, he takes them and fixes them up. When Barty takes notice of this, he takes care to buy Reg a bag of candy and extra kisses as payment

-I don't really see them as super chaotic more like, unnerving in the sense that someone will be like: Evan: Yo your boyfriend is creepin me out Barty: K, he does that Barty: anyways you wanna see this macabre painting I made of someone getting eaten Evan: . . .yk what sure

-Painter Barty/Writer Regulus who are each other's muses hehe

-Barty learned how to make rings out of paper clips so he would make them and just throw them at Regulus. He started making them in 3rd year and has yet to just give them to Reg. He has to throw it. Barty says it's tradition, Evan calls bullshit, and that Barty just likes seeing Regulus confused about where the ring fell on the ground (it's true)

-Regulus likes to sneak up on Barty but over time Barty has become more aware of Regulus sneaking up on him.

-They share jewelry but the vibes are always the complete opposite when they wear it so people don't realize they are wearing the same piece. Regulus would wear it in a fancy and sophisticated way and Barty would wear it in what I think of as the "dirtbag" way (idk how else to describe forgive me)

[changingplumbob]

Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 11

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Onyx: Where were you before school

Carson: Trying out the skating with Ariadne

Onyx: Have you talked to her yet

Carson: Yeah we text before school and after dinner

Onyx: I meant about if your meet up was a date

Carson: Why do I have to talk about that

Onyx: By all means, don’t talk about it and let her think you’re not interested, or that you want to date Artemisia

Carson knew Onyx was right, but he wasn’t up to risking Ariadne making fun of him just yet. Instead he did his normal work on the mural while sneaking glances at Ariadne from afar.

Mrs T: Great job Carson

Carson: Oh, thanks. I’m still not sure what I want it to be yet though

Mrs T: That’s fine, it’ll tell you as you go. Did I hear the radio right this morning? Your mum is getting a star on the walk of fame?

Carson: Yeah

Mrs T: Well tell her we're all very impressed

Mrs T: Okay everyone, settle down. Phones away

Zhafira: But if it’s computer science why can’t we? Are phones not just small computers?

Mrs T: Everyone put them on silent! We need to focus. The topic we discuss today will be on the exams

Carson pulled his from his pocket to double check and saw he’d got a text at the end of lunch from Ariadne.

Ariadne: I didn’t want to interrupt you, you looked so focused! But good luck for the ceremony

She’d remembered! Although he supposed someone’s parent getting a walk of fame star was memorable. It didn’t mean she liked him. He didn’t have time to reply now but he made a mental note to send a text of thanks after class.

So all the Foster extended family traveled to Del Sol Valley for the afternoon. They watched with excitement as Kayleigh became the second active sim of mine to get the honour. First recipient was Mortimer Goth, let’s hope she has a brighter future than the now dead author.

Back in Sulani everyone and their suitcases pile in. Charlie and her wife Kaori with their dog Clover. Keira and her wife Marta. Reece and his partner Samir. Kayleigh and Carson welcome everyone while Harvey gets a head start on cooking. While Reece is playing guitar outside Samir asks Kayleigh if he can have a word with her and Harvey. Keira really hopes it’s about what she thinks it is.

Samir: Thanks. Reece and I have talked. After he finishes his degree he’d like to get engaged but, well, I’d like your permission to propose to him. And marry him. Please. I would like to marry him.

Kayleigh: Absolutely!

Harvey: Hmm

Kayleigh: Harvey that’s the most words we’ve heard Samir say at once. I think he deserves a response

Harvey: Are you going to give me grandbabies?

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: Because if you will then obviously yes

Kayleigh: Harvey!

Harvey: I’m kidding. Of course you can. We’d love you to keep him happy

Samir: *sighs in relief* Thank you

Harvey: When you told Kayleigh you could probably get him pregnant because you’re a werewolf was that like a throw away comment or?

Samir: *chuckles* I don’t think I could. Plus, imagine him pregnant

Kayleigh: *laughs* Oh he’d be too dramatic for anyone to handle

Harvey: But you will have kids right

Kayleigh: *sighs* I’m leaving before you embarrass yourself even more

Samir: We do want kids

Harvey: Good, good. Now what are your proposal plans

Samir: Big? Flashy?

Harvey: Oh he'd love that. Make sure it’s well lit and get someone to record

Samir: I will. Deanna probably

Harvey: We best get back out there before he gets suspicious. Oh I hope this means we can expect more talking from you. Not that silence isn’t golden of course but you probably need to rest your vocal chords after such a long discussion. I can say things like that you see because you’re going to be my son in law

Harvey walks out chuckling.

Samir *under his breath in confusion* white people

Carson: Hey Reece. Do you need help with your bags?

Reece: Do I need help? What’s with you?

Carson: Mum said that Samir really is a werewolf. I’m sorry for being mean on the phone about it

Reece: It’s fine, I didn’t expect you to believe me. Hey, hey, remember that time I convinced you raisins were actually dead flies? *laughing* Classic

Carson: *sarcastically* Yes, hilarious to put me off the only breakfast cereal we had

Reece: Don’t worry, seriously, it's all good

Carson: I kind of can’t help worrying. I’ve got OCD actually

Reece: Like real OCD or-

Carson: Real OCD

Reece: Oh man that must be tough

Carson: Excuse me? You’re giving me sympathy?

Reece: I did psychology last term, it’s a requisite for a bio major. OCD sounded intense

Carson: Yeah... it can be

Reece: Are you getting help with it

Carson: Yeah, I’m on some meds and have a counsellor

Reece: That’s cool. I tell Samir he should see a counsellor but he insists I’m enough. Which I love but I’m not trained. How’s the asthma

Carson: I have less symptoms but that’s because I don’t push myself to exercise

Reece: Exercise is really healthy though

Carson: I don’t need it, look at these guns

Reece: Woah, don’t hurt yourself there

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[heartandlead95]

ART GALLERIES ARE NOT PLACES FOR THE IGNORANT, BUT FOR FEMME FATALES

“To the man I had seduced earlier at the café, I proposed an overnight visit to the ancient art gallery. He agreed, thinking that there was an after-hours opening that night. He did not know that I was the museum director and that I used to invite men after public opening hours for my deadly game. In my spare time I am in fact a femme fatale who also dabbles in other kinds of art, such as killing among paintings.

I proposed to him what I always propose. "Now I will show you ten famous paintings. If you can tell me the author, I will later make every part of my body available to you. If not, I think I will have to kill you." Upon hearing these last words, almost everyone used to laugh, smiling and thinking it was a joke, and eventually willingly accepted the challenge. Nine of those ten paintings were indeed what they appeared to be, but only one was apparently "Judith Beheading Holofernes" by Artemisia Gentileschi. Instead, it was a very faithful copy that I had made myself a decade ago. No one obviously guessed the author.

The man last night, an arrogant bastard who already imagined himself above me, arrogantly replied that it must be a male author whose name he could not remember, however. I then said to him, "Wrong, honey. Now I'm going to have to kill you." He turned around slowly almost laughing and saw me already in position. He only had time to change his expression, erasing that insulting smirk, and...

Pam pam pam pam pam pam... I had fun like an exalted little girl unloading all the lead I had on his chest, the entire magazine. I usually use half, but I couldn't forgive him for thinking the author was a man. Ignorant as well as arrogant. And I had another evening of art and blood!”

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[futurequibblerjournalist]

Do you think all of the S28 have crests/animals like how the Malfoys have their peacocks and the Averys have barn owls?

Yes, I do! Most of the Sacred Twenty Eight seem too stuck on their high horse to not have something like a crest/animals to represent them. I went with animals for this since I've got significantly more thoughts for that than on the crests, but I would imagine these also show up on some variant of a family crest as well. I got a bit of help from a friend with this one but,,, here are our thoughts lol

Abbot - Doves

The Old English derivative "abbod" is a reference to the head of monasteries and the Old French "abet" means "priest".

Avery - Barn Owls

Black - Black Ravens

This is canon, as seen on the Black family tree, but ravens are the specific corvus due to their symbolism.

Bulstrode - Marsh Frog

The Old English "bula" means "bull" and "strōd" means "overgrown marsh", yet bullfrogs are not native to the area.

Burke - Porcupines

Derives from the Norwegian name "Børke", which originated from the Old Norse "birki", meaning "birch forest", a location commonly populated by porcupines.

Carrow - Stoat

The Welsh surname "Caeriw" means "dweller at the fort on the hill", an area that stoats can be found. They are also a breed of mustelid that highly resemble a weasel, which highlights their Slytherin traits in reference to the phrase "weasel out of something", meaning to be cowardly.

Crouch - Lamb

The Old English term "crūc" means "cross", an item from a religion associated with lambs in direct correlation to their saviour. I especially love this for the religious context and it symbolically means innocence, purity and sacrifice. Especially the latter works great with how Crouch Senior sacrifices his son for the sake of his career but also how Artemisia Crouch (Barty's mother) sacrifices herself for her son (who she believes to be innocent as far as we're aware), something that she would have never done if she had not married into the Crouch family.

Fawley - Hare

The names originate from the Old English terms "fealu", meaning "fallow", or "colour", "fealh", meaning "ploughed land", and "lēah", which means "woodland clearing". The hare is a woodland creature with earthy tones, suiting each origin.

Flint - Otter

The Old English name means "stream", an otter's habitat.

Gaunt - Serpent

The Middle English term meant "slender", an apt description of a snake and a reference for their status as Slytherin's heirs.

Greengrass - Red Deer

An animal that takes residence in grassy areas.

Lestrange - Fox

The name derived from "foreigner" in French, which leads one to believe that they were perceived as outcasts, presumably to the Muggle world, as would likely be subsequently associated with the occult, of which foxes are part. Traits symbolised by the animal also follow Slytherin's creed.

Longbottom - Hedgehog

The Old English words "lang" and "botm" mean "valley bottom", where hedgehogs may be found.

Macmillan - Lion

Often depicted on the Macmillan family crests.

Malfoy - Albino Peacocks

This is once again another canon one. Lucius Malfoy even owns an albino peacock and it scares Yaxley when he arrives along with I believe Severus for a meeting in June or July 1997? Something along those lines.

Nott - Salamander

The surname may be a variant of "Cnut", which is an English variant of the name Knud, the king who brought England and Denmark together, and salamanders are animals found in Denmark whose features pair with Slytherin traits.

Ollivander - Cow

The name originates from the Greek "olive wand", and as the known Ollivander pairs wands and wizards, the animal was chosen from Hera's sacred cow, combining professions and origins.

Parkinson - Bat

The name "Parkin" meant "little stone" in Middle English, and whilst it is a wider stretch than others, caves are typically comprised of rock, where bats can be located.

Prewett - Lion

The name is a variant of "Prewitt", which meant "valiant", suiting both the animal and the House of Gryffindor.

Rosier - Bee/Swan

My friend suggested bees, as they are pollinators of roses, I personally like the swan. The swan is most commonly a symbol of love, similar to how the red rose is, but it is also a symbol of beauty, something I think the Rosiers value a lot. This also fits with my headcanon that the Rosier family has a lot of Veela blood in it, as the Veelas transform into a bird-like creature when angry. They're described as cruel-beaked bird-like harpy-esque creatures and as someone who's witnessed an angry swan, I think it all adds up lol.

Rowle - Eastern Osprey

I headcanon the Rowle family to have roots in Denmark (hence names like Thorfinn) and the Eastern Osprey is a bird fairly commonly seen in Denmark.

Selwyn - Goat

The name originates from the Latin "Silvanus", Roman god of the forest, where goats could be seen.

Shacklebolt - Horse

The name obviously refers to breaking shackles, thus freedom, which is often represented by horses.

Shafiq - Persian Leopard

Derives from "shafaqa", meaning "compassion". Felines are widely loved in the culture and leopards symbolise power, beauty, and wisdom.

Slughorn - Slug

Ignoring the obvious reasons the Slughorns would be represented by slugs, slugs are also known to symbolise adaptability which we see with the one Slughorn we know of. Snails in general often symbolise tests of personal strength and we've also seen Horace Slughorn deal with many tests of personal strength, first when he tells Tom Riddle about the horcruxes and later when he tells Hari about the memory of it.

Travers - Heron

The name meant "to cross" in Old French, typically crossing a body of water, an exodus that herons are known to populate.

Weasley - Weasels

Yaxley - Bison

The name comes from "gēac" and "leah" in Old English, respectively meaning "cuckoo" and "woodland clearing". As yaks are not as popular in Europe, bison bear a close resemblance.

There was a lot of overlap with what we thought for a handful of families, though most of the explanations are by @literallysleepy! Hopefully, you guys enjoyed them as much as I did,,,,

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Hey if your requests are still open can you write a story about artemisia finding out she’s pregnant but also being told she’s being assigned to protect the Princess of Sparta who she eventually falls in love with.

Accident

Warnings: Mentions of implied sexual abuse, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff,

Word count: 1.9 K

Pairing: Artemisia x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Artemisia with a baby. You don't need more explanation and/or context.

Requests: OPEN

[Main masterlist] [Eva Green characters]

I know my capabilities. I know what I am capable of, what I can improve and how little I am bad at. My soldiers knew it, my enemies knew it. But none so much as my lord, the great King Darius; so much so that he allowed me to be the guardian of his youngest daughter, Princess Y/N. 

Of course, this has its advantages and disadvantages. 

My king had full confidence in me to place his most precious treasure in my care. This made my chest swell with pride. 

But, being on the lookout for a spoiled child like Princess Y/N, I had to say goodbye to my faithful friend, the ocean. 

The sea, the port and my ship would always be an important part of my history, being the only thing I had known throughout my life. They would always be a part of my life. Despite the gulp of salt water I got the last time I was in those parts.  

Before I could ramble on, the palace doors opened abruptly, causing me to cut myself with the small dagger I was playing with. 

"So here you are." 

And there was my least favorite voice, the voice of Princess Y/N. Sometimes I really felt like I was going to rip her head off every time I heard her voice. 

"Yes, I was trying to find my happiness, and you just scared it away." 

"Ha ha, even though I really love your jokes, I need you to stop slacking off and accompany me to the market." 

"Do I have an option class?" 

"Not unless you want to continue to keep your own head." 

Before I could comment any further, the princess's head disappeared, letting me know that I had no choice. 

I put my gun away and set out to follow the woman. 

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The market always caused me headaches and some dizziness, but today, these symptoms were only getting worse. 

"Hey, will you stop being so slow?" shouted the princess just watching as I reloaded my weight in my hand back onto a bard. After a while, I still didn't move "Hey, are you okay?" 

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine" just as I tried to keep walking, but, I felt my head getting even dizzier. 

"No, you're not well." 

Without much time to process, I felt my legs fail me, but just before my chest hit the ground, the princess's arms caught me. 

"Okay, all in all, you're not well." 

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"Okay, tell me, what the fuck happened to you?" the princess asked as she wrung out a wet cloth to put on my forehead.

"I told you I don't know."

"So, you're fainting just because?"

"May I not faint!"

The princess changed the cloth to proceed to sit on the small bed she had forced me to lie on.

A silence fell between us, me trying to calm my breathing, while T/Y began to play with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the dock.

"Have you had any other symptoms?"

"What?"

"Did it hurt any more, silly?!"

"I don't remember."

"Have you been feeling tired?"

"More than usual."

"Do you feel nauseous in the morning?"

"Not just in the morning" that's when I realized something wasn't quite right. "In fact, I also feel like throwing up when the sea breeze hits my nose."

"The smell of the sea?" I nodded. "How strange, more so being you."

Again an awkward silence filled the room. Until suddenly the princess jumped to her feet.

"Sure!, you're pregnant!"

"Of course not!"

"Does my father know that you are still in service despite your condition?"

"What condition?"

"Well, your pregnancy."

"THAT I'M NOT PREGNANT, DAMN IT!" the shout startled the princess so much that it made her suddenly shut up "excuse me."

"When was the last time you had blood coming out down there?"

Seeing that the princess was taking the conversation very seriously, I got out of bed and sat up.

"I don't really remember."

"Were you with your boyfriend these past few days?"

"Boyfriend?, what are you talking about, a person like me doesn't have time to have partners?"

"So, how the hell did you get pregnant?" we both stared at each other, until the memory came to my mind making me look away uncomfortably. "Artemisia, are you okay?"

"Actually… if anything happened."

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Weat was running down my forehead, while a constant stabbing pain in my spine, my hips and my pelvic bone causing me to start pushing unconsciously.

For the first time in my life I could say that I was completely terrified.

"Where is she, is she okay?" A tiny, tiny part of my heart felt so much better as soon as I heard T/Y's voice. She quickly walked over to me.

"Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

"Never in my life… have I ever felt as much pain as I did today" I found it hard to speak, the pain was killing me. "And that… I've been pierced in the stomach with a sword."

We both let out a little giggle.

"I'm glad to hear that at least you still have that acidic sense of humor."

Before I could answer her anything, a stabbing pain in my hip made it impossible for me to think of anything but a piercing scream; causing Y/N herself to freak out.

"Princess" one of the nurses called her attention to her "she's about to give birth".

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"Are you okay?"

"Do you realize this is like the eighth time you've asked me that?"

I myself laughed as I watched T/N move from one side of the room to the other, holding the baby in her arms.

"Do you have any names for him yet?"

As time passed, T/N and I became close. She was the only friend I had. She helped me a lot during the pregnancy, with my job and especially with her father. But I still hadn't been 100 percent honest with her. Maybe it's time to be.

"Can I be honest with you?"

"I thought we were friends…" commented the princess as she looked away from the bundle in her arms to look at me.

"We are" I confirmed

"Friends are sincere," she commented, turning her attention back to the baby.

Inhale a large amount of air and exhale slowly.

"I don't know if I want to keep the baby…."

"What?" she stopped abruptly and started walking straight toward me.

"You said you weren't going to judge me!"

"I'm not judging you…just that" she lifted the baby a little so that he was at my eye level "Who wouldn't want this little fish?" she spoke as she pursed her lips, eliciting a sweet, soft voice for the sleeping child's comfort.

I have to admit, they were both completely adorable in my eyes.

"It's not a matter of wanting it or not" I began to speak, trying to stop T/N from putting the child in my exhausted arms "it's simple. I don't know if you remember, your majesty" I watched as the princess rolled her eyes. I laughed internally and continued to make my point "I am part of your father's military corps and one of my main jobs was to protect you, not the other way around."

"If it's the child's safety you're concerned about, I can take care of him"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why?"

"What would your dad say?, what would your brother say?, what would the kingdom say?"

"I thought you realized that I don't care about the opinion of either my dad, or my inept brother, much less the town when I try to run away hiding on a boat." we both laughed. "We can both raise little Hossein. You and me against the world."

"Hossein?"

"Yes, it means beautiful. Just like this baby, right?" she spoke softly as she bounced the baby a little. "Are you just as beautiful as your mommy?"

"I am not beautiful" I commented as I closed my eyes with the intention of sleeping for a moment.

"Did you hear that, little Hossein, you and I will have to prove to your mommy that she is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the planet."

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Time passed faster than I would like to admit. And with it, my responsibilities increased. I no longer had to take care of one child, now I had to take care of two.

"Artemisia!"

Not to mention the many tasks that the king gave me.

"Yes, sir, can I help you?"

"No, my daughter, I've just been told by some people that you should see your little ones more often" he smiled at me.

Before he could ask, the door to the throne room crashed open, letting the screams of T/N and Hossein echo throughout the palace.

"Slow down T/N!" shouted the little boy.

"You'll never catch me you little fish!"

As my eyes watched the two unruly little ones screaming and running back and forth, behind me the king's laughter puzzled me a little.

"Oh my daughter, you don't know how much I appreciate the youth and laughter your little Hossein has brought."

"You two, that's enough!"

Both quickly stopped their laughter and stood still. T/N even had to climb down from a step that simulated an obstacle in their game.

"I'm sorry, Mommy" little Hossein pouted rather adorably.

"Yes, sorry mommy."

I had to admit that, when T/N called me mommy, I felt a little electric shock in my intimate part.

"Where have they been?"

"I was with Panem, he promised me he would teach me how to fight, just like you" the boy commented, giving me a toothy smile, the cutest smile I had ever seen.

"That's great, kiddo," I smiled back as my hand tousled his hair. Our way of showing affection for each other. "And you?" I pointed at T/N with my chin.

"I went to see the oracle."

"What for?"

"I tasked her with some important questions for the nation," interrupted the king, winking at T/N.

"Well children, let the king do his job."

My two hands rested on the backs of both of them and guided them out of the room.

Before I knew it Hossein ran off leaving T/N and I alone.

"What did you go to consult the oracle for?"

"My father told you the reason."

"Honey, you know I'm very fond of your father and I'm as close to fond of you as I can get, but I don't think shit of it."

I tried to make her laugh, but T/N just looked at the floor, somewhat uncomfortable.

"If I tell you the real reason, you'll laugh at me."

"Princess, I would never laugh at you."

"Close your eyes" I looked at her suspiciously. "Trust me."

I closed my eyes as instructed, but we didn't move or do anything.

Which began to intrigue me even more.

When I least realized it, T/N's lips collided with mine stealing a kiss, to which I responded almost immediately.

I didn't know that I needed a kiss from T/N's lips in order to be completely happy.

When shortness of breath set in and we had to separate, we both gave each other a smile.

"Hmm I didn't know I wanted this so badly."

"You wanted it too?"

"Sure, T/N. Remember, it's you and me against the world."

"You, me and Hossein" reminded me T/N.

"Sure, let's not forget the little fish. You, Hossein and me."

Note:

It took me a lot longer than I would have liked (college, 104°F heat, and going to my hometown PRIDE march is tough) but IT'S HERE.

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[felixravinstills]

you may have already discussed this but please i can’t stop picturing festus taking felix to one of his dog fights. does felix get into it or does he have a breakdown.

Thanks for the ask, Lily! Surprisingly, I don't think I have talked about this!

I can't imagine that Felix would be very into the smell of dogs/packed environment (smell of people)/I think the dog fighting would make him uncomfy... Also the potential idea that it might damaging to the Ravinstill reputation means he might be wearing a disguise/might not go at all. If he's wearing a disguise, I imagine he's getting very sweaty which is not helping. Felix has an awful time at the dogfight. Depending on the circumstances, Festus is also having a terrible time because the vibes are terrible, or he's lost Felix in the crowd...

I think Felix would be like "thank you for inviting me, but never again!" after the whole experience.

You didn't ask, but I have also thought about what would happen in the event that Festus ever took my oc, Artemisia to a dogfight. she would be very chill about it for the most part, but at the end, she'd take the smallest dog home because she felt bad for it... She wouldn't care about the other dogs living in equally terrible conditions, but there'd just be one dog that she would weirdly project onto. She started crying and wouldn't leave without it. Festus doesn't take her back to the fights in fear that she'll do it again.