#but your blog is like a fireplace you grow up having

[poisonedfate]

oh i know. i actually went to sleep yesterday trying to formulate this. so i was thinking about it like "what hypothetic place could evoke the same vibes for me as your blog?"

so for me it's like a late afternoon indoors tea party, where laughter, heartfelt conversations and comfortable silence interchange as the sun slowly sets behind see-through curtains with crochet patterns, and the stars start appearing in the sky as it turns purple. the cups and plates are all from different sets but look nice together, there is perhaps an old persian style carpet over the creaky, worn floorboards. and there are candles in 19th century brass candle holders, and a bouquet of dried wildflowers

you're too sweet, this is incredible!!!! honestly can't stop smiling over this???? the way you describe it.....genuinely in awe! thank you so much!!

tell me about my vibes

[rhaenyra-storms]

for fluffy saturdays: Robb Stark and his wife reader cuddling by the fire, talking about the future

yeaaaah, i'm reviving this blog again after so long and i'm working through some asks! :) enjoy!

content warnings: just fluff, talk of having children together

Robb and you had been married for a few months now. The war was still raging on, but as long as you two were together, it all seemed a lot easier.

There were a few moments where you could just forget about all the horrible things around you.

Just like now, when you were cuddling by the fire in Riverrun. Robb had now experienced triumphs and defeats in the war against the Lannisters, but none of that mattered in this moment.

You were wearing your nightdress, sitting on some blankets in front of the crackling fireplace. Robb's hand was resting on your thigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Sometimes I can't believe you're real," he whispered, a few loose curls hanging into his face. He would shave his growing beard again tomorrow, but there was no need to look strong or perfect in front of you. There was no need to hide anything in the privacy of your room where nothing but your love for each other mattered.

"I guess I am," you answered with a low chuckle, moving closer to your husband and resting your head on his shoulder. Robb's strong arm wrapped around you, his face turning over to face the fire.

Your hand grabbed Robb's free one, intertwining your fingers and resting your connected hands on his thigh. There was a smile on his lips, a calm one.

"Do you think we will have a child soon?" You asked after a while, the thought itself making you smile. It was hard to set a child into this world, but Robb and you had been talking about it for so long and there was nothing better that could happen to you both.

"One day. And when this war is over, we're going to live at Winterfell and I'm going to teach him or her to ride a horse myself," Robb smiled, his arm moving down as his hand rubbed up and down on your back. "Maybe we will even be blessed with more than just one child."

While you couldn't deny that the prospect of having more than one child definitely sounded exhausting, the thought also made you feel warm around your heart. Having a family with Robb, getting to wake up next to your beautiful husband every morning and then seeing your children at the breakfast table... it seemed like a dream. The war had made you quite unsure about your future, but if you had any say in it, you would make sure that Robb would be there in all the different futures that might await you.

"At least the child will have someone to play with then. Maybe we should aim for more than one kid," you smiled, hand squeezing Robb's gently. A low laugh slipped past your husband's lips and his eyes seemed to light up with excitement.

“Whatever the future will bring, I am happy to spend it with you.” His words were gentle and accompanied by a smile, his hand squeezing yours again tightly. You knew that Robb would always be at your side, no matter the circumstances.

The war had left you both unsure about the future, but it felt good to talk about it in the quiet of your shared bedchamber. Where no one could disturb you and you could share even the most naive thoughts with each other.

Maybe it would all be well in the end.

[dunmeshistash]

Greetings, Mr. Meshi!

This is perhaps a bit of an unorthodox question, but one that has been bothering me for an unreasonable amount of time.

Now, here's the thing: I OBSESS over Marcille outliving everyone she holds dear. It's a theme very close to me, but even beyond that I just find it to be one of the most interesting elements of Dungeon Meshi's story for me personally. I've written an embarrassing amount of lengthy essays on it that will never see the light of day - that's how obsessed I am over this specific element of her character. But, there's something that bothers me...

A lot of poignant stories and artworks that tackle this topic get comments on 'em whenever Falin is the subject of aging, each one some variation of "Everything points to Falin having an extended lifespan after her revival!" which... Seems weird to me?

I don't know why this bothers me so much, but setting aside my personal annoyances, I don't remember anything pointing to this at all. At least, nothing concrete.

I don't know if this is a question you'd want to answer or not, but since your blog is a hub for all sorts of opinions and headcanons, I'd love to know where this line of thought could originate from.

I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't answer this question, though. Part of me feels I'm just asking this because I want to see if others share in my confusion or not.

Rrrregardless, though! Lemme take the opportunity to say that your blog is delighful. Love it! Also, that mushroom man with the funny face that sometimes responds to you with lengthy essays is also really cool. Everyone is cool. At least here on the northern hemisphere! It is smack dab in the middle of fall, after all! Coolness all around! Stay frosty! Or don't! Maybe warm up at a fireplace. I don't know!

Hi there! Thank you for the kind words, I love reading other's opinions on what I post so I also love the additions by the mushroom <3

It's quite hot over here in northeast Brazil, send some coolness my way please I'm dying.

Your question isn't strange at all! And I don't mind answering anything (unless it's rude or sounds like shipping war bait) so don't worry.

(Decided to put the rest under a readmore, TLDR: Kui said "maybe so, right?" about Falin having a longer lifespan but I have arguments why I don't think this actually confirms it. Anyway if you're someone who likes the headcanon you might want to skip this post)

To be honest those type of comments bother me too because I also LOVE Marcille's struggle with mortality and sometimes "Falin will live much longer!" feels undermining of the lesson she had to learn. I don't mind it in the headcanon sphere where everything is allowed and happy endings grow on trees but when it becomes intertwined with canon it starts to make me a little disappointed.

Just a reminder of the lesson she has to learn

She has to come to terms with the cycle of life and death, that something she wants (everyone to live longer) shouldn't be forced upon others just because it causes her grief. So, to me at least, Falin being made into something that will end up outliving other tallmen would undermine the message? In a canon sense ofc, if you're writing a wish fulfillment story then her living longer would have a different meaning, I just wanna be clear I have nothing against it in that sense, it all depends on what story you're trying to tell.

Anyway, actually answering your question that idea comes from the fact she was fused to a Red Dragon, and the fact her body has been affected by it, her sight was fixed and she grows feathers for example, so people theorize maybe her lifespan has been affected too. But we don't really know how long dragon's live so it's hard to say how much it would have been affected if at all.

It also comes from this answer Kui gave in a QnA

Q: Would Falin have an extended lifespan after the whole chimera thing? A: Maybe so, right?

To me this reads as the usual non-answers Kui gives, like, "I'll leave it up to your imagination" but for other people this read as a confirmation of the headcanon, in another questions she answers "I hope so" about Thistle leading a happy life after having his desires eaten and it's even debatable if Thistle survived at all so I don't think those comments indicate much of canon (I'm that way about most QnA answers tbh, unless it's something inconsequential like confirming Mithrun's Brother's name or stuff about very minor characters)

Another argument I have against her having a different lifespan is Izutsumi, Izu has been mixed with a monster but continues to age at the same rate a Tallmen would, even tho she also has different biology because of the Great Cat she's fused with (ears, reflexes, eyes etc etc) she is still a tallman

Falin isn't really the same thing as Izutsumi tho, I understand, but it's the closest example we have, if we believe the AB descriptions and demi-humans are really mixes between humans and monsters that's also another argument about it not affecting lifespan, since all of them are short lived and have an average lifespan of 55.

All of this *can* be dissmissed tho, the other demi-humans and beastmen are all mixed with mammal monsters and nothing nearly as powerful as a Dragon, so there is arguments to be made that Falin is different and that she *might* have an extended lifespan, all I'm saying is that there's no solid confirmation of it, it's fine to believe it but going around "correcting" other people saying it's a fact wouldn't be right I don't think, especially if you're saying that in a conversation about Marcille journey of death acceptance.

Death is a touchy subject and everyone is at different stages of their own journeys with it so I really don't want to judge those who would rather have Falin or even Laios live longer. I'm not really sure how to talk about this in the proper way, but I hope I didn't make anyone upset!

[tulip-room]

Stress Relief

So uhm….I have a new wife his name is Semi Semi…I’ve already posted twice today but here have this for lovely Semi Semi <3

minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni

Smut under the cut

Semi just had too much today. Nothing seemed to be going his way, he kept messing up at band practice and it caused him to lash out at his friends. The weather was too cold and his jacket wasn’t thick enough. Safe to say he was much happier when he came home to find you. His lovely partner on the couch.

You looked so cozy wrapped up in one of his hoodies by the fireplace. Originally he hadn’t wanted one but now that he sees you there he has to pat himself on the back for agreeing with you. A fireplace is exactly what you two needed.

He tried to keep himself as neutral as possible because he didn’t want to worry you. After all, he’s sure you had a stressful day too. But what better way to relieve some stress then by you fucking it out of him?

“Eita?” You ask looking up carefully from your book. There was a small puddle growing by the door from where the snow was melting off of Semi’s boots, the hardwood floor not soaking up any of the spillage. “Are you okay my love?” You ask carefully, your words soft and cracking at his mind like the fire.

He shakes his head on instinct. The concern in your eyes growing as you set your book down and open your arms. A small smile tugs at his lips at the action. He slides his boots and jacket off placing the coat on the rack and the shoes by the door. He makes his way towards you and falls into your open arms.

Your hands make quick work of helping him de-stress, your fingers combing out the knots in his hair carefully. “Anything I can do to help?” Your voice is gentle and sweet as you ask hesitantly.

“I want to eat you out.” He says it so simply but your face grows warm at his words. You let out a surprised gasp.

“You’re not usually this bold, what’s gotten into you my love?”

“I had a bad day and I think the only solution is being in between your thighs.” His own face is warm at his words. He knows he’s being blunt but he really has had a rough day and all he wants to do is make you gasp and writhe because of him. You shake your head a little bit but start to get up from the couch.

“Wait, can I do it right here?” There it is again, that shock you felt earlier. “The fire makes you have such a pretty glow.” And who are you to refuse him? You nod your head and slowly settle back down against the arm of the couch. He grabs two pillows from the armchairs in the room and puts one under your head and another under your hips.

He slinks down and puts your legs over his shoulders. He gives one of them a gentle squeeze. “Can I?” He presses a kiss to your thigh as he comes closer to your heat. Your head feels dizzy as you nod. You thank yourself for not putting pants on earlier when you got out of bed.

He brings one hand up and gently pushes down on your abdomen. He places a gentle kiss over your underwear and revels in the way you shiver. The goosebumps forming in your skin causing a fire to emerge from him. He needs to make more. He slowly pulls your underwear down and he’s cruel as he blows a puff of air on your opening.

You gasp and bring your hands down to tangle in his hair. “Eita, please,” you whine desperately. The thought that he’s barely done anything and you’re already begging for him has his pants tightening. He reaches down and adjusts himself with a free hand. He brings it back up and softly caresses your thigh. He moves his mouth and presses a kiss to your leg. “Please.” You ask again.

He lets out a small laugh at how you sound. He gives in though and wraps his lips around your bud, gently sucking it. Your fingers tighten in his hair and the sensation causes a sinful moan to spill from his lips. He lifts up and looks at you, he notices the rise and fall of your chest. “We only just started baby.” He teases as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.

You gasp again and try to pull him back down where you need him. He smirks as his head goes back down. Your plush thighs pressing against the sides of his head, messing up his hair. He leaves a gentle lick at your opening and pulls away again, enjoying the goosebumps that grow along your skin. He knows he’s being cruel but pulling those little whines from you is making all his stress go away.

You’ve already begged nicely for it though so he won’t keep you waiting for too long. He lowers his head again and starts lapping away at you. Mouth sometimes attaching to your clit to suck for a few moments before slowly dipping his tongue inside of your opening. The pleasure has you moaning and shivering.

As if his tongue abusing your opening isn’t enough he also has to bring his thumb down and rub circles on your bud. He rolls it roughly and quickly. His other hand leaves your thigh with a small pat. You’re definitely out of it now, eyes closed, head throw back, shaky quick breaths, positively leaking all over Semi’s face.

Semi wasn’t too much better himself, groaning against you as your fingers pulled on his hair. Eyes closed as he drank up everything you had to give him, the liquid glistening against his chin if he were to pull away. You were just shaking against him so nicely, why would he stop? All the stress he was feeling from earlier was gone now as he slowly ground his hips against the couch.

He felt like a teenager again, going to cum in his pants because his partner was just too hot that he needed to grind against something. He pushed one of his fingers into your heat as he continued to lick around, your legs shaking as he does so. He’s already brought you to climax once just from his tongue.

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[ist4rgirlo]

𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐨? : 𝐈

Summary: Growing up with the Conklins and the Fishers has been a wonderful experience for you; you feel as if you were a part of another family. Your days of stress as a child were over, well at least you thought that was the case not until you had to choose between your two childhood bestfriends, the one who did you wrong and the one who has been waiting his entire life for your decision.

Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader ! Steven Conklin x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: yelling, crying, swearing, angst, reader being insecure (lmk if i missed anything)

Requested by: Anonymous

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Ever since I was little, the Conklins would always tell my parents that they were going to take me to Cousins — where I met Jeremiah, Conrad and Susannah. They became my second family, they always treated me right, always included me in everything.

Conrad and Steven was the one that I was close with, It was Conrad, me and Steven. We were inseparable.

As a child, Susannah likes me best when I'm with Conrad, while Laurel always prefers me when I'm with Steven when we're together.

That stopped when me and Conrad got together, we always had something special. Everyone saw that, everyone knew that. It wasn’t official or anything but we did have something. He made me feel special, he made me feel loved. Everyone thought we had something going on, including me.

But no, not until I arrived infront of the beach house. Not until I saw Conrad and Belly, infront of the fireplace — together, naked.

I crashed, my heart broke in so many pieces. I didn’t know if I whether to cry or get mad. My emotions were all over the place. I wanted to go back — go back to my car and just drive off like nothing happened but I can’t, I can’t move — I couldn’t move.

I saw Conrad pull away from Belly, he saw me — our eyes locked, his smile faltered — his face now filled with fear, with panic.

“Fuck. I-It’s not what it looks like. Shit shit shit” He stood up, picking up his clothes. Belly looked at where Conrad was looking, when she noticed me she immediately stood up, grabbing her clothes and putting it back on. Conrad walked towards me trying to reach for me but I pushed him away, I walked back.

My vision were blurry, my eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, hugging me. I was disgusted, not just of him but of myself too. Am I not enough?

I shook my head then pushed him away “Y/n please” Belly yelled “No, fuck you! You were my bestfriend!” I pointed at her before walking away from her. I ran outside of the door and walked to my car.

“Please, I-I’m sorry” Belly said, running after me — tears running down her face — her hand trembling, reaching for mine but I pushed it away “Don’t fucking touch me!” I yelled at her.

“Y/n come on, let’s go inside please? It’s too cold out here” Conrad walked towards me, pulling me by the arm. Pulling me towards the house.

“I-I thought we had something special, Conrad. You.. you fucking played me!” I yelled, he stopped walking — he turned to me, his eyes, now gentle. “I-I’m so sorry. I was just so stressed, please.” he looked down, he was crying, he had the fucking audacity to cry.

I pulled my hand away from him, “Sorry? is that all you’re going to say? I know you’re stressed but this is what you fucking do? you fuck my bestfriend? and you’re fucking crying? you’re unbelievable. You’re fucking dead to me, the both of you.” I pointed at him and Belly then I walked towards my car then drove off.

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As I reached the front of my house, I saw Steven there — with my mom and Laurel.

I hopped out of my car and saw Steven walking towards me — my face still filled with streaks of tears, “Hey, hey what happened huh?” Steven held my face in his hands, caressing my cheeks.

I shook my head, pulling him by the waistt — hugging him. “Oh y/n.” Steven voiced was filled with worry, he doesn’t know what’s wrong, he wanted to help. He rubbed my back and pulled away — watching Conrad’s car arrive.

He walked towards them “Why the fuck are you together? What happened to y/n? What the fuck did you do?!” Steven yelled — walking towards Conrad, grabbing his shirt. His eyes were filled with fury, he had the urge to hurt Conrad.

“Steven stop!” Laurel walked towards them trying to pull Steven away from Conrad. “What happened?” Laurel asked Belly — but Belly looked down, she started crying — she couldn’t even look at her moms eyes, she felt disgusted — guilty.

“Is no one going to fucking speak? can someone tell me what the fuck happened?!” Steven yelled again. He was frustrated, frustrated seeing me cry like this, What could’ve Conrad done to make you cry like this?

It was like there was a light bulb inside Steven’s head because itt all connected. Steven looked at both Conrad and Belly, oh he fucking knows. He knew it, he knew what they did. He knew that it was a wrong decision letting me be with Conrad.

“Y’all fucked huh? you cheated on y/n? is that what it is?!” Steven looked up, he couldn’t even look at Conrad — he couldn’t even look at his own sister, he’s mad — disappointed.

“Steven! Words!” Laurel yelled. Belly couldn’t talk, she was scared of her brother — scared of what he might do, they never saw him get angry like this. Conrad walked towards him “Look dude, we can talk about this inside.” pushing Steven gently towards the door.

“No shut the fuck up, I don’t want to hear anything from you. I’m taking y/n inside, Conrad just go home and you Belly.. mom just take her home.” Steven said pushing Conrad away from him — walking towards me, pulling me against him, guiding me towards the door.

We just sat there in my couch, I cried and I cried and Steven just lets me. He just listened all night, not judging me at all — not asking me questions because he knew. Just thinking about it makes him mad. He wanted to hurt Conrad but he can’t because Conrad was someone who’s still special to me and he didn’t want me to hate him. Steven would die if I did.

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I woke up with a headache — probably from too much crying. It was now the day after I caught Conrad and Belly. I didn’t want to care anymore, we never really made things official — whatever was going on between us, but it still hurts me — it still hurts me because I thought we really had something going on. But I guess it was just me, because it looked like Conrad had something else in mind.

“Y/n!” I heard someone yell fron outside my window, I got out of my bed and walked towards the window — there he was, Conrad. He was standing outside my house — with flowers in his hands — roses, my favorite ones. “Just go home!” I yelled.

His shoulders slumped, his mouth frowning. Well what did he expect? that it’ll be that easy to take me back? maybe if I was dumb enough I would but no.

“Please, I… I want to talk to you!”

“There’s nothing to talk about Conrad, just go!” I said, about to go back to my bed but I saw Steven come out of his house — walking towards Conrad, grabbing his shoulders — pulling him away.

“Steve please, just let me talk to h-her” Conrad pleaded — pushing Steven’s hands away.

“Look, I think you’ve done enough. Just go home.” Steven said, pushing Conrad towards his his car. “W-what the fuck? why are you acting l-like this?” Conrad said — pushing Steven away. Conrad’s eyes were filled with rage, his face confused — he was confused by Steven’s actions

I immediately went down the stairs and went out of the house to stop Conrad and Steven. “Stop! Calm down!” I said, pushing the both of them away from each other.

I stood infront of Steven, observing Conrad’s features, his face was flushed — he couldn’t talk properly, his hair was disheveled. “Are you out of your mind?! why would you drive here when you’re drunk! Steven please?.” I turned to Steven, he immediately knew what to do — he nodded.

“Come on Conrad.” He said before pushing Conrad towards his car. “Where… where are we going?” Conrad asked —confused.

“Home, come one. Let’s go” Steven said, opening the passenger’s door for Conrad. “But.. y/n” Conrad whined. He’s such a baby when he’s drunk, it’s ridiculous.

“Just go Conrad, talk to me when you’re sober.” I said, looking at him. Conrad looked back at me before following Steven — too dizzy to fight with either of us.

“Okay, left leg first — then right” Steven instructed.

“I know how to get in a fucking car” Conrad said before going inside the passenger seat — head first. I saw Steven scratch his head — annoyed. After Conrad got in, Steven went around and sat at the driver’s seat.

I waved at Steven but Conrad might’ve thought that It was for him so he waved back — he was just too drunk — too out of his mind to even know what’s going on. I just shook my head and went back inside my house.

I didn’t want to care anymore but i’d lie if I didn’t say tht a huge part of me died. It sucks — it’s traumatizing, it’s the biggest heartbreak anyone can feel. I should’ve been smarter — more alert. God I feel so stupid.

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i decided to make into a series !! this one will probably have 3 chapters so two more then i’ll start on the sequel for “before everything happened” 👀 so watch out & lmk if you guys want to get tagged <3

[no-where-new-hero]

Throwing in my hat into the LMM Rankings ring with...

Favorite LMM Abodes

Top Tier: Homiest Homes I Want to Live In

The Disappointed House (Emily of New Moon). A home you've loved since you were a child but isn't your childhood home but a fantasy of being grown-up and independent. A home you do eventually share with the love of your life. But also a home you got to decorate exactly according to your taste because your wealthy older paramour bank-rolled the operation and understood about the necessity of cupboards. A home haunted by ghosts but they're friendly and familiar ghosts. No, it may not be homey to most, but it is because it so aptly feels like an extension of you.

Patty's Place (Anne of the Island). On the other hand, sometimes you just want to live out a kind of intellectual sapphic eden with some friends and your gal pal and your gal pal's cool aunt and a couple of cats. A home that welcomes men and romance *sometimes* and then the rest of the time it's books and fireplaces and chats and hijinks.

Green Gables (AOGG). This is in the top tier simply because I couldn't bear to put it anywhere else. It's the place where Anne finds herself, finds love and companionship, endures some of her most important experiences.

2nd Tier: Homes I wouldn't mind living in as long as I acclimated to rural life

New Moon (EONM). Emily may love skimming pans for cream and helping Jimmy boil pigs potatoes but such arts are beyond me. At the same time, I'm not afraid of cows. And the garden and graveyard and orchard are manor-house-level accessories these days, so I would feel quite grand living here.

Lantern Hill (Jane of Lantern Hill). At least Jane doesn't farm, and I think I could handle her kitchen providing I had her supply of kitchen gadgets. I have also toasted my face while broiling fish, so I'm aware of the housekeeping hazards.

Cloud of Spruce (Magic for Marigold). This is this high up simply because it's well known for its cats and has a cozy, contented air despite its denizens. It feels less real than LMM's other houses, but everyone dreams of living in a fairy house once in a while.

3rd Tier: Homes that are Characters (so does that mean being in them implicates me in the narrative?)

The Mistawis cottage (The Blue Castle). TBC is a Gothic romance to me simply because of how important the cottage is (though it's also a Bluebeard retelling apparently so!) to Valancy as a person. A little wild, a little reclusive, but open and giving to those it loves. I would love a Blue Castle but I personally could not stand the mosquitoes that would invade off the water.

Silver Bush (Pat of Silver Bush). It's been very well argued that Silver Bush is the love of Pat's life and that Pat exists more as the numen of her house than as a real person. The house gets its own "introducing" chapter, laid out without a character's intermediary. It's huge, overwhelming, a more parasitic version of New Moon.

Tansy Patch (Emily of New Moon). The fact that Teddy comes from a House (unlike Ilse, who just has a house, and Perry, whose Stovepipe Town above is vague and ambiguous) automatically makes him important. He comes from this shadowy place, but do its shadows follow him? And how far?

4th Tier: Picturesque

Ingleside (AOGG). I've seen the real house that Ingleside is based off of, and it's not aesthetically my cup of tea, but I've always thought it would be glorious to grow up in a big rambling, bustling, bursting-with-people house. But it lacks a bit of oomph in the narrative.

Wyther Grange (Emily of New Moon). On the other hand, the Grange packs a punch in its small inclusion. I would like to spend a night in the pigeon-haunted pink room, please and thank you.

Echo Lodge (Anne of Avonlea). The echoes and Miss Lavender seem good company, but I would not be able to hide away there for years and years (I'm always posting on this damn blog).

I know there are more I'm forgetting, but here's what I've got so far. Would love to know other people's rankings too!

[slxsherbunny]

Shelter from the Storm (Brahms Heelshire x GN reader)

Anon: Can we get some fluffy cuddles with wall boy, Brahms? Where he just craves cuddling time? 💞💞 (It's nice to see a new face btw! So far I really enjoy your writing :D Can't wait to see more of your work!!)

(Re-post from my older, defunct blog!)

When you return to the house, the windows are all dark, save for one. When you’d left in the morning, you had made sure the lights were all off, one of your duties that remained from when you’d first started working for the Heelshires. You had gone into town in the morning to fetch some groceries, and run a few errands, though your speed was admittedly hampered by the weather. The rain was heavy, thick droplets that seemed to chill you to the bone, your umbrella the last line of defense from the torrential downpour. It was rare these days that you would leave, though when you did, you felt a looming sense of guilt about it- you understood why Brahms might not want to tag along on your errands, but it made you feel awful leaving him behind at home. 

You shake off the thoughts and the rain, and unlock the front door quietly, slipping inside. You wonder if Brahms had seen you pull into the driveway, if he’d been watching all morning for your return. Your suspicions are confirmed when you turn to hang up your jacket, and Brahms is there. You greet him softly, part of you worried he’ll be angry you were gone so long. He waits all of ten seconds for you to take your muddied boots and drenched jacket off, before he’s got you in an embrace. His arms are tight around you, and you can’t help but notice how warm he is, especially compared to the storm outside. You find yourself melting into his embrace, a little desperate for the extra heat. “Did you miss me?” you tease, though the way he squeezes you slightly harder, a little warning, tells you he isn’t in a joking mood. In an instant, he has you by the wrist, leading you deeper into the house. You find yourself cursing the sudden loss of warmth pressed against you; but you follow, as you imagine there isn’t much of a choice.

You find yourself in one of the house's many sitting rooms, the fireplace already alive and crackling. You look around the room for a brief moment, and find that the window to the outside provides a perfect view of the long stretch of driveway. You feel that small pang of guilt again- how long had he been sitting here, waiting for you to come home? Before you can get too caught up in your worry, Brahms is pulling you down, onto the plush sofa, and into his lap. You go without hesitation, his arms snaking around you, and your torso pressed against his. He’s so warm, you can’t help but worm as close to him as possible, which you’re sure is what he wants. A crash of thunder sounds from outside, and his grip on you tightens, just short of crushing. It dawns on you then, that your absence may not have been the only thing troubling him today. He holds you like that for a moment, before seemingly growing restless. He moves you, his weight shifting on top of you, and for the briefest of moments you’re reminded of a heated blanket. He curls up on top of you like that, a bit too tall and wide to find comfortably with another person on the couch, and your hands find their way to his hair, stroking softly. He hums contentedly, fingers finding purchase in the fabric of your clothes. He holds you, as if worried that you’ll disappear if he lets go. Eventually, he slots his arms around your waist, and you suspect you aren’t going anywhere soon. Not that you mind; these moments of genuine affection could be rare with Brahms, and usually led to him wanting more than just cuddling. If you had to ride out the storm like this, in his arms, then that wouldn’t be so bad, would it?

[wardenparker]

The King's Queen - chapter 9

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

Prince Javier of the Balearic Islands has always known that one day he would have to follow in his father's footsteps to be the caring and steadfast king that his people deserve. What he did not know is that he would be stepping into the next phase of his life alongside a woman he has never met before - and amidst a rocky sea of unusual circumstances of every kind.

Rating: M for Mature, but this blog is always 18+ Word Count: 10.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: arranged marriage, age gap, classicism, cursing, food and alcohol, mentions of American politics, deceased parents* Lots of mystery related content this chapter, so no warnings in order to guard against spoilers! Summary: As the weeks progress, the investigation into King Miguel's death is stalling out. Until an unexpected conversation renews your suspicions about a particular member of court. Notes: We're winding down toward the end of this story, folx and thank you all so, so much for reading! It will probably be one more chapter and an epilogue -- so for now have a gif of Lucas and Javi for ✨atmosphere✨

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8

In the weeks following, the palace falls into a rhythm. The ongoing investigation is the dark cloud that covers the planning of the royal wedding and coronation, but life goes on. You've accompanied Javi on multiple public outings as Crowned Princess now and the press coverage does seem to be reasonably positive. Maisie and Gabriela have made a few gossip headlines along with you, including one tabloid photo of the three of you visiting a recently opened café owned by two young women in downtown Palma. The photo op had been chosen very strategically by your brother working together with the palace's security team, and you had insisted that the business they selected for the three of you to patronize needed to meet certain standards. The small shop had served you one of the most fantastic lunches you had ever had, and you were sure to tell the women so. The photo of you savoring your crema catalana had gone up on your official royal Instagram account that night.

You're settling in, is really what it comes down to, and at Javi's encouragement you've decided to clean up a room in the palace that hasn't been used much in the last few decades to turn into your receiving room. The Queen's office is one thing. That's a separate space in the working wing of the house, and your brother's office is adjacent to it. But a room for you to receive guests in or have meetings in...it's something that the palace hasn't needed since Javi's mother passed away.

“Your Highness, the furniture movers have arrived.” Despite having an abundance of nicknames for you growing up, and being your brother, Sebastian insisted on making sure that during working hours he addresses you by your title rather than any nickname. Wanting there to be no slip ups in protocol, or for visiting dignitaries to believe that they could also address the future Queen so informally.

“Thank you, Sebastian.” The room had been emptied of its former furniture set and divested of its previous rugs and trinkets. The fireplace had been scrubbed and all of that. Curtains taken away to be replaced with the set that you had chosen. Now the team from the palace steward’s office will be bringing in that expansive set of blue velvet upholstered walnut wood pieces, with their silver accents and silver-embroidered curtains to match. It will be your space and yours alone, just the way you like it. Even the paintings that are going up for decor were your choice, and the collection of Spanish impressionists that will hang on the walls is stunning.

"Of course." He smiles slightly and nods his head in deference to your position. "They have also located a rug for the space, I have told them to bring that first for your approval." The storage for the palace holds all of the furnishing through the years.

Just as he defers to your title during working hours, you’ve kept yourself to using his full name during those times as well, not wanting any rumours to build around why you hired your brother for this position — or even fuel the incredibly stupid theory that went around at first that he isn’t your brother at all. Some tabloid had printed that they thought he was your secret lover but thankfully that had gone nowhere with the people. You look far too much alike for anyone to not realize you’re related. “Do we know when Maisie and Gabriela are due back from their appointments?” Your ladies had gone into Palma for something that you hadn’t quite caught the explanation for but you’re hoping they will be back before dinner. The two women really have become you close friends in almost no time at all. And you’ve noticed a little bit of flustering on your brother’s part around Gabriela that is very sweet.

Sebastian looks down at the tablet in his hands and checks the calendar. Any appointments your ladies in waiting have are also kept by him so he can inform you. "They will be returning to the palace in thirty minutes."

“You are a font of useful information.” And you’re so incredibly glad that he’s here. Having someone nearby who just knows you as a person — what makes you tick and what makes you anxious — on staff is so helpful.

He smirks and holds up the tablet. "You just like me for my schedule." He teases playfully.

“Honestly?” You waggle your eyebrows at him, aware that until the movers from the steward’s office come into the room, the only people who will see or hear this interaction are the security officers watching the cameras that have been discreetly installed around the room. “I’m starting to see why so Dad was mad that I stole you away.”

"You understand and appreciate my work." Sebastian smirks, preening slightly. "Dad's new assistant isn't completely incompetent, but apparently he's not me and that infuriates the old man."

“C’est la vie, I guess. That’s why you should always appreciate the people who make your life easier.” As if on cue, a set of four workers from the steward’s office appear. They’re toting an enormous rug with them and look a little apprehensive.

“Y-Your highness?” The first man holding the rug bows his head. “This was – for your approval? If you do not approve, we will carry it back to the storage.”

“I’m sure you’ve made a wonderful choice.” And considering you know next to nothing about rugs, you’re willing to bet that they made a decision far more educated than yours would be. “Will you let it out, please? I’m very excited to see your choice.”

There’s a grateful smile on the third man and they begin to quickly unroll the rug. “It, uh, the blues and silvers in the rug could work with the furniture.” The first man explains.

"Then it will be perfect." You and Sebastian step back to give the men room, and soon enough the enormous Turkish carpet is rolled out to reveal its intricate patterns and subtle colors. It's exactly the right thing to bring warmth to a room that was once stark whites and ladylike pinks and pale greens, and you smile gratefully. Your color palette is slightly more robust than the last queen's, but there's nothing wrong with that. In fact, this piece will be what ties the room together. "Que maravillosa," you hum, seeing it all laid out. "Gentlemen, you have made the perfect selection. I could not have done better myself."

The pride that filters out from the men's faces would make Sebastian think that you had just knighted them. He hides a small smile and nods, stepping forward. "I think that it is safe to say that the Queen will keep the rug that you have chosen with her upmost gratitude." He tells him.

“We will return shortly with the first truck of furniture.” The seeming leader of the group tells you, bowing his head politely before he herds the others out to the hallway. They have two large, motorized hand trucks to bring down the king palace hallway and then they will arrange the pieces to their princess’ satisfaction.

"They chose well." Sebastain comments as he examines the plush rug. "Almost as if they were eager to please the crowned princess or something." He has felt the love the palace staff have started to extend to you, finding less pushback on his requests than he had once expected.

“I’m grateful it hasn’t been difficult,” you admit, smiling softly as your engagement ring winks in the late morning sun. “Javi is already having a hard enough time with the investigation still ongoing. I can’t imagine if he was fighting pushback in the press, too.”

"They still have found nothing substantial, and the King is growing impatient." He nods. glancing around to make sure no one else has come into the morning room.

“Remarkably, the investigation seems to conclude that it may have been accidental.” You keep your voice low as well. “But I still find that conclusion…unsettling.”

"As do I." Your brother hums, even if he agrees quietly.

The men from the steward’s office stay with you for the better part of an hour. It turns out that moving the furniture about takes seemingly no effort at all when it’s done by four men who could probably bench press you, and soon the seams of 1920s artisan-made study furniture is set precisely around the room in the perfect way to make it look nonchalant yet elegant. You didn’t even know furniture could look nonchalant, but now there is an art deco chaise lounge in your morning room ready to prove you wrong.

"Should I have tea and a light snack brough in?" Sebastain asks, knowing that you would want to settle into the room, get a feel for her. "I have some paperwork that needs attending, and you have nothing on your schedule until after lunch."

“Bring me everything you need me to sign,” you sigh dramatically in resignation but flash your brother a grin. “And if you could ask the kitchen for a tea tray, I would be eternally grateful.” In the last few weeks, the palace chef has gotten the contents of your personal tea tray down to a science, and you swore up and down to Javi that night that this is true luxury. Having your favourite snacks on hand at all times is what it’s all about.

"As you wish, your highness." Sebastian bows gracefully and sends you a small wink before sailing out of the room.

The room is better than you had envisioned it would be. The paintings are light and bright and bring a sense of invitation to the art deco furniture. It's a mix of styles so it doesn't feel too stuffy, making the room feel a little bit more personable. You sit down at the writing desk by the fireplace, admiring the elaborate carvings and the personalized touches. The men from the steward's office had also come in with a case of your personal stationary and a set of the pens that had been ordered with the emblem of the Crowned Princess of Mallorca on them. It had all been very overwhelming at first, but you're starting to settle in to it. One sheet of stationery and one of the pens find their way out of their cubbies in and into your hands, deciding that you'll write a note to be delivered to Javi as he goes about his work during the way. Your little notes make him smile, and if even a moment of smiling eases some of his burden, then they are well worth the few minutes they take to write.

He watches you from the shadow, frowning and furious. About to step out and speak when the silly little maid arrives with a tea cart. Making him curl his lip in disgust. You would have everyone believe you were an English queen with your teas and little treats.

You thank the girl and smile when she curtsies, knowing that being on your best manners with the palace staff is everything. The tea tray is laden with a mix of things and you sip your cup with a happy sigh. Until Sebastian comes back with your paperwork, it's just you and your tea and your love note to Javi.

"Well, aren't you just settling in nicely?" The voice comes from the far exit, carrying across the room. "Already changing things, causing disruptions."

If his voice causes a slight twitch in one eye, it isn't your fault. It's just that Lucas has been a needle in your side since the day you met him and there is nothing you can really do about it except be overly kind to the point of making him uncomfortable. "Lucas." You turn your head, setting down your teacup and folding your hands in your lap to offer him the most witheringly perfunctory smile you can manage. "Or shall I start to call you cousin? After all it won't be much longer before the wedding."

“Yes…the wedding.” He walks into the room as if he owns it, sniffing as he looks around the room. “Very…quaint.” He decides. “How fitting.”

"Is there some reason you have sought me out this morning?" He has a tendency to try to bait you into debates or arguments with polite insults, but you are in far too good of a mood today to be bent out of shape by petty words. "Can I offer you a cup of tea?"

“No.” He scoffs the word, almost close to a chuckle as he strolls around the room. Taking pains to touch different things, adjusting them to his own liking. “I have to admit that I’m surprised you are still here.” He glances up at you and then down the small Tiffany music box on a table. His finger running over the gilded lid. “Perhaps the prize is too large to let go?”

“Whatever gave you the impression that I might leave?” There hasn’t really been a serious moment since meeting Javi where you’ve considered it. Is the job difficult? Of course. But Javi makes every single second worth it. And you would never disappoint him by leaving — or so coarsely abandon the man you love.

“The king is dead.” He shrugs slightly. “Unless an arranged marriage is something you actually wished for.”

“King Miguel is dead; may he rest in peace. But King Javier is very much alive and well.” His refusal to accept that his cousin has ascended the throne is something of a curiosity to you. Like there is a full block in his mind that prevents him from accepting it. “And happily I will tell you, as well as anyone else who wishes to hear, how very much in love with my fiancé I truly am.”

“Come now.” He tuts and sends you a pitying look. “No one would be in love with Javier. Expect perhaps my wife.”

“I think it would be more difficult to find someone not at least a little in love with him.” A pinched, derisive smile makes you tilt your head. “The only exception seems to be you, cousin.”

“I have known Javier my entire life, believe me, there is nothing special about him.” Lucas sneers.

"I'm very sorry that you believe that," you reply placidly. Lucas truly has a talent for getting under your skin — and it's really all to do with his attitude toward Javi. He seems to think his cousin is the least remarkable man in the world, which is a thought process that you just can't wrap your head around. Javi's goodness is what will make him a kind and sympathetic leader. "Javi's ability to be kind in the face of an unkind world is one of the most special things I have ever witnessed in a human being. It seems to me that you might not know your cousin as well as you think after all. But that is merely an observation."

There’s a mean little grin on his face, making the classically handsome exterior appear almost rotten because of the evilness inside. “I think you might actually believe that load of horse shit.”

He truly seems to have come to see you just to be cruel today, which is rare, but it isn’t the first time. Lucas taunts and intimidates and spits venom as his surest means of communication. It is who he is. But he is also exceptionally talented at hiding his true nature, which leads to unfortunate circumstances like the group of loyal followers he still has here at the palace. Allowing yourself one more sip from your teacup, you set it down again and give him your patented Senator’s-Daughter placid smile. “Is there something that you needed, Lucas?”

“I was wondering if you had heard anything about the investigation?” He picks up a book that has been strategically placed and smirks as he opens it, glancing up and you and snapping it closed loudly.

"I am not at liberty to discuss the investigation," you remind him, interested in what he might have to say about it. Lucas has been relentlessly present during the investigation.

He rolls his eyes and snorts. “There’s no one here.” He huffs and lifts a brow. “I’ve heard your investigators have been probing, asking very pointed questions.”

“Well of course they are, a king has died.” You don’t say that he was killed, always very careful about your wording with Lucas — but something about his wording strikes you a moment later. ‘There’s no one here’ he says, blatantly encouraging you to speak liberally with him. As though you are entirely in private. Lucas…does not seem to know that your morning room has already been wired for security. “Of course…” you venture, keeping your breathing even and your voice steady so he doesn’t sense any change in your whatsoever even though your heart rate is now racing. “We will all be very glad when the matter is resolved. The country deserves to heal. To move forward.”

“It will, with a new king.” He is very certain of that and straightens slightly. “I understand the pressures of the throne might be too much for my cousin. He has always been a follower. Meek.”

Not so long ago, insulting the king so overtly would have been enough to have Lucas censured or even stripped of his title, but you bite your tongue on that point and simply tilt your head. "Do you really think so little of your own flesh and blood?"

“It is more that I know my own flesh and blood.” Lucas chuckles. “He is not the brightest Gutierrez, unable to figure out what is right under his nose.”

It's like Lucas wants to keep talking. Now that the topic has been breached and you are not shutting him down immediately as you usually do, he seems to be as unstoppable as the enormous boulder that chased Indiana Jones. "King Miguel believed in his son. He named Javi his heir and paved the way for him to take the throne. You think you know things about Javier that his own father did not?"

He smirks and shrugs slightly. “Miguel had to have faith in his son.”

"Had to?" That piques your interest, and you fold your hands in your lap even as you turn toward him a little more fully. There is a camera and microphone built into the clock above the mantel of the fireplace and you want to make sure this entire conversation is very firmly in the line of sight and sound. Though you doubt Lucas would ever overtly incriminate himself, he is being fairly damning if anyone ever called his loyalties into question. "King Miguel could easily have named another heir if he felt it was the best course of action."

“That would never have happened.” He hisses, face twisting into an angry scowl. His fist tightening in fury.

It might be the first time you've ever wanted to reel back from one of Lucas's outbursts, but you hold yourself steady in your chair and try not to make it obvious that you've just swallowed hard out of discomfort. "Never? Then King Miguel must have believed in Javi quite a lot."

“Not because he believed in him.” Lucas sneers. “But because the old bastard wouldn’t stand the shame, the humiliation of having such a weakling for a son.”

There will be time to take umbrage with Lucas's characterization of Javi later on. Right now, you have to stay laser focused on what is being spit out right in front of you. It is absolutely no secret between you and your fiancé that you both believe Lucas had something to do with King Miguel's death. But you still have no idea how to prove it. "And so...you believe that the late king would rather...gamble with the future of his country? Surely he would have wanted Javier to have help if he thought it was necessary."

“He had changed it.” Lucas growls, the fervor in his eyes nearly manic. “I saw. He had changed his directives – but the bastard guarding him refused to let me read it.” He curls his lip in disdain. “More of a lap dog than an assistant.”

"You think that Julius had something to do with the king's death?" That would be a grave accusation if it were true. Or, hell, it's a grave accusation anyway. Thankfully it will never be given any credence because of how hard Julius has worked for Javier.

Lucas barks out a rough laugh, throwing his head back. “You are made for my cousin!” He chortles. “Just as dim witted.”

You have no choice but to swallow the insult, finding your heart beat faster every second you are more and more hellbent on getting himself to cough up something that you can have to the investigators that will incriminate him. "It seems obvious that my mind does not work the same way yours does."

He chuckles, sending you a pitying look. “It’s a shame that you are so wrapped around my cousin’s thumb.” He tells you, “it would be fun to take another of his toys away from him. He’s already lost so much to me.”

"He already has the throne, Lucas." Not dignifying that idle threat with a response is causing you actual physical pain but sitting in your chair is currently taking enormous concentration. Anywhere else in the world and you would rather be wringing Lucas's slimy little neck. "Everything else is a trifle."

“Does he?” Lucas tilts his head and smiles. “Perhaps. Long live the king.” He intones sinisterly.

The irrevocable shiver that his tone sends down your spine is withering, and for a second you almost close your eyes against it but you are somehow convinced that taking your eyes off of him physically for even a second would be a terrible mistake. "He does," you state again, watching Lucas carefully. "And our child will have it after him. That is how the line of succession works. I know that you know this."

“Unless my dear cousin suffers the same fate as his father.” Lucas counters, waving his hand as if offering a solution. “Before you make that child.”

"How do you know we haven't already?" The surety in his voice is chilling, but you have to keep your own tone even.

“Because any child before your vows would be a bastard.” He hums. “Ineligible for the throne. Then the line of succession falls to…” he perks up and feigns excitement. “Well, me.”

"That is only true up to a point," you challenge, pressing the point if only gently. "Javi will not be dying of a heart attack anytime soon."

Lucas only stares at you, his dark eyes lifeless as he stands there quietly for nearly thirty seconds. “Of course not.” He says after that silence is up, his body relaxing and his face shifting into an innocent expression.

It might be the most unsettling and least reassuring ‘reassurance’ of all time, and the sinking feeling in your chest and stomach makes you feel positively sick. “In time,” you swallow bile as it rises in your throat. “You’ll see. Javi’s goodness is what will make him a great king.”

“Perhaps.” He shrugs as if the past few minutes of conversation hadn’t happened, and he shoots you a charming smile. Or it would have been if there wasn’t malice layered under it. “I will leave you to enjoy your new room then. Princess.”

“Good morning, your Grace.” You don’t stand, nod, or give him any other formal acknowledgement, but you definitely breathe easier when he turns and strides from the room. It’s like being in the same space as a cartoon villain, and you’ve found out that that is much more disturbing than you ever imagined.

“Your highness?” The maid who had been sent to check on your tea hurries into the room and her eyes are glancing around worriedly. She had seen the man most of the staff loved but she loathed walk out with a dark look on his face, one she is well acquainted with, and was concerned.

“Ah, Beatriz.” There is no choice but to shake off your unsettled nerves and pretend everything is fine, even though the sinking feeling in your stomach is sinking that much harder. “What can I do for you?”

“Are you—” she bites her tongue, knowing the question is inappropriate for the Princess. “I am checking to make sure you did not need anything, your highness.”

“I suspect that is not the only question you wish to ask me, Beatriz.” There are some members of the staff who have been more or less assigned to you, like your ladies’ maid and a few of the stewards or other staff, and you have generally been trying to get to know them and have them be comfortable with you within the bounds of what is considered proper. Probably being American fosters some of that in your mind all on its own, but you don’t like the idea of anyone being frightened to come near you in the palace.

“I— the count—” she starts before she stops again. “I saw the count hurry by me looking very unhappy.”

“I’m afraid the count is feeling a bit worse for wear today,” you lie, gracefully not indicating whether you mean he’s in a bad mood or that he’s actually ill. “I’m sure it will pass.”

“He- you are feeling well?” She asks, eyes searching you worriedly.

“I am perfectly fine.” The last thing you or Javi need is anyone on the palace staff spreading word that you might be ill, so you dispel the maid’s fear immediately. “And my tea is wonderful. Thank you for checking. If you would not mind waiting a moment, I am just finishing a note that I would like delivered to the king.”

“Of course, your highness.” She bows her head quickly. It was expected that you would never take her into your confidence, but it’s enough to find that you are…undisturbed. She breathes a quiet sigh of relief as she waits for you to finish writing your missive.

What was once a love note full of encouragement to your fiancé has quickly transformed into a gently coded indication that you have something you need to talk to him about privately. As soon as it is written out you fold the card and slip it into an envelope, sealing it with a small sticker bearing the royal seal of the Crowned Princess. "Please deliver this directly to the king," you instruct her, handing the maid the sealed card. "From my hands, to yours, to his. Is that understood?"

“Yes, your highness.” She nods solemnly, feeling very proud of being tasked with something of such importance. “For the king only.”

"Gracias, Beatriz." She curtsies and you nod, turning back to your desk as she hurries from the room. It's not exactly that you have evidence against Lucas, but at least now you have something solid to hand to the investigators to prove Lucas has a vendetta against Javier. There hasn't been anything besides hearsay until now.

Hurrying through the halls, Beatriz nods at different personnel but doesn’t stop. Not allowing herself to be waylaid on her mission. Once in front of the door to the king’s office, she stops and smooths her uniform out before knocking.

The door to the king’s office opens with a distinct click, and Julius steps out into the hallway. “Sí?” He knows Beatriz, of course, and knows that she tends to you, but does not know why the maid has come here of all places.

“I have a message for the king from her highness.” Beatriz tells him, shaking her head when he holds out his hand for the message. “The Princess said from my hand to King Javier’s.” She insists.

“I see.” Julius purses his lips in amusement. Normally when the king receives a note of that nature it results in copious blushing and clearing his throat. “Very well. You had best deliver it, then.”

It’s an honor to be allowed into the king’s office and she’s well aware of it. Bowing her head, she waits for him to open the door and follows him inside.

“Your Majesty.” Julius hums softly, breaking the king’s concentration as he bends over his desk. “A note from Her Highness.”

“Oh?” His head pops up and his brow furrows as he sees the maid in front of him.

“To be delivered from her hands to yours.” Beatriz tells him, barely stepping up to his desk and curtsying while she holds out the envelope.

“Thank you…Beatriz.” He finally comes up with the maid’s name, having a flurry of new staff being changed around with your arrival, his father’s death and the upcoming wedding.

The maid curtsies and exits promptly once the envelope is in his hands, blushing over the fact that the king knows her name. Julius, for his part, smiles and nods to the door. “Shall I leave you?” He asks, hoping to offer privacy if it is wanted.

“Please.” Javi nods, barely looking up from the closed note in his eagerness to see what you have written. “Give me just a minute and we will continue.”

With a nod Julius is gone, leaving Javier to his reading.

Mi amor, A very interesting conversation with someone we are both interested by may pique your curiosity. If you would like to relive it for yourself, I will show you this evening. M

Javier frowns at the paper and wonders what the hell has happened today. A mystery would once have thrilled him, but he knows this is concerning one particular person and he feels a sense of dread.

******

His busy schedule keeps him occupied until dinner time, but the now-designated one night a week that you and Javi eat alone is proving to be a blessing. The serving cart is wheeled into your chamber and the table on your balcony set with candles, and you’ve taken off your heels to let your aching feet rest for the night in comfortable slippers when the door to your suite opens to let him inside.

Javier feels the mantle of responsibility seemingly lift. Even if he could be interrupted by any manner of emergencies, the idea that for tonight, he’s just your fiancé is a comforting one. The guise of not being responsible for a country needed as he has worried about your note for the rest of the day after receiving it. “Margarita?”

“Javi!” It would be a lot to pretend you aren’t excited to see him, and why would you pretend that at all? Instead, you pad across the sitting room of your suite eagerly and wrap him up in your arms. “How was your day, querido?”

“It was good, but it is better now.” He accepts the easy affection and snuggles close to you, burying his nose in your neck. “How was yours? Beatriz gave me your note.”

“Lucas paid me a rather interesting visit today.” It’s a shame that your dinner together has to be overshadowed by this but there is no way around it. “In the morning room.”

“You just set that up.” In fact, Javi had been put out that there had been no wiggle room in his busy schedule to allow for a visit to the room to see how you had redone it. He had planned to see to it tomorrow, but now he is wondering if it’s been tainted by his cousin.

“It seems he disapproves of my choice of decor.” You roll your eyes to show it does not bother you and place a kiss on his cheek. “Come. Eat with me. I’ll tell you what happened over our supper.”

“It is your space, like my mother’s.” He huffs, but he eagerly lets you lead him out onto the balcony. “The staff loves to make sure our private dinners are romantic.” Javi smiles at the candles on the table.

“They do wonderfully for us.” Tonight there are pink gin tonics in the cocktail pitcher that awaits you, and a beautiful seafood supper with fresh bread and bright vegetables. A feast that won’t make you feel over full or too tired afterward is a gift in its own right.

“Perhaps we should have a party for them.” Javi suggests. “Catered food, nice drinks. They can relax and be served.”

“That would be a very kind thing to do, I think.” You’re not sure if there’s precedent for that kind of thing, but you have to think it’s been done in some form before. “Maybe I can look into what it would take? And include the clean up being done by someone else, of course. It would be useless to give them a party that they have to clean up after themselves.”

“Of course.” Javi nods seriously. “Everything taken care of.”

“But…” You take it upon yourself to pour two glasses and hand him one, inhaling the wonderful scent of the plates he has set down on the table. “Lucas seems…more devious than usual.”

“Is that even possible?” Javi asks, rolling his eyes slightly. Ever since you arrived, it seems as though the blinders have been pulled away. Showing Javi how rotten his cousin’s soul really is.

“I hadn’t thought so.” It’s unfortunate to be wrong on that front, but here you are. “But he came the closest he’s ever come to incriminating himself today and we were standing right in front of the fireplace in the morning room while he was doing his…I hesitate to call it an interrogation of me, but it wasn’t comfortable. Either way he was very candid, and I watched the footage after retrieving the file from palace security. I think it’s damning enough to encourage the investigators to look into him again.”

“Really?” Javi has just sat down, leaning forward and his eyes narrow. “Tell me what he said, Margarita. I want my father’s death explained. I want to know why we lost our king too early.”

As you eat your recount every detail. The conversation is burned into your brain from this morning and though you’ll show the footage to Javi later so he can see it all for himself, you’re confident in your ability to tell the encounter to him completely. “I can’t help but think it all seems…sinister. But that may be my own bias against him showing. It might m be best just to let the investigators decide.”

“That’s what we will do.” Javi nods. “Although, I don’t want you to be alone with Lucas again.” He admits. “Will you keep Sebastian or one of your ladies with you?”

"A rotating witness along with my security detail?" Of course, to Javi's point — the guards who are meant to protect you are usually some small distance away so that you don't feel smothered. Today they had been at the door to the morning room while you were inside. Perhaps it is time to make better friends with them after all. "If that will make you more comfortable, querido, then I will make sure I keep someone with me."

“I just do not wish for my cousin to do something.” Javi admits. “I cannot banish him for any reason, and I cannot risk your safety.” If Lucas is plotting something, he would rather he not have access to you.

“I am not an enormous fan of your cousin trying to do something to either of us,” you reason. It is plenty enough work to run a country without having to worry about your own family trying to sabotage you or worse. “I will keep someone around me and so will you. The only time we should be alone is to be with each other.”

“I can agree with your logic.” Javi nods as he spears a stalk of broccolini. He doesn’t mention that it will give plenty of alibi for anything Lucas tries to cook up. Especially with the extra surveillance that has been discreetly installed under the guise of ‘redecorating’.

"I will have Sebastian contact the investigators first thing in the morning and hand the footage over to them personally, with a full explanation of what they are watching." It won't be fun, but at least it's some kind of progress. And progress desperately needs to be made.

“Perfect.” Javi nods even though it’s painful to admit that this can come from inside his own family. “Make sure that the investigators know that we are more than willing to be interviewed again.”

“I will.” A short reach across the table is all it takes to fit your hand in his, and you squeeze his fingers gently. “We will see this through. Your father deserves to be able to rest peacefully.”

He doesn’t want to monopolize the dinner with talk of his cousin, or his father. It pains him in a way that’s indescribable. “How has Sebastian settled in?” He asks curiously. “Has he had time to explore the country? You should take him, have a driver give you a complete day.”

“It’s probably asking too much to think you could get away for a day?” You know it is, but you still prefer to spend as much time with him as you can.

“I might be able to take half a day.” He would have to double check with Julius, but his schedule wasn’t too taxing the next few days.

“I don’t want to crowd your schedule with more things,” you assure him. “But it would be nice to spend time together.”

“I have relatively light days.” He promises. “I can try to combine the days to block out an afternoon. Or would you rather a morning?”

“I suppose it depends on what you want to show me.” The prospect of spending time together — even in public with cameras flashing and admirers stopping to spot him on the street — is a bit thrilling. While the investigation is ongoing, royal security isn’t keen to let the two of you eat at establishments they cannot control. Very few exceptions have been made and you haven’t been able to begin your date night idea quite yet. “Maybe we ought to consult security if we plan on doing anything besides going for a drive.”

“I will talk to Julius and send you a note?” He asks, knowing that it can’t be tomorrow. “Unless you have some appointments to plan the wedding?”

“Julius and Sebastian share our schedules for exactly this kind of reason.” They’re miraculously well-coordinated, actually, and you continue to be impressed with your brother’s work the longer he is with you. “We’ll ask them to find the day that works best.”

“Perfect.” He nods and smiles. “We are getting closer.”

“We are already very close, mi amor.” A smile even wider than his graces your lips and you hum happily around a bite of your dinner. “Would you like to hear about the wedding preparations?”

“I would love to hear.” He leans forward eagerly. “And anything you would like for me to help with, I will.” He assures you. “Even those little gift bag things. We are having those, right?”

“If you would like to have them, I will make sure they are included.” Javi always lights up when wedding plans are mentioned, so it seemed like a very good topic for lightening the mood of your meal. “I can ask our wedding planner to put together a list of ideas she suggests to fill them and you can pick whichever you like best?”

“Yes.” Javi nods. “Something local. Show off the art and craftsmanship of our people.” He tells you.

“I completely agree.” The more locally made everything at your wedding, the better it all will be. This is going to be a celebration for many more than just you and Javi.

“Local sweets. A handcrafted piece of jewelry that commemorates our day?” He suggests. “I want that to come from my personal wealth and not the budget.”

“Maybe a small pin, as the jewelry?” Something universal would be best, so it does not matter which bag goes to which guest. It will relieve an enormous headache on your wedding planner’s part. “Something symbolic, rather than the typical image of us smiling out from a white background.”

“That would be perfect. Maybe our flag? Made from local stone? Or gems, whatever you think is best.” Javi tells you. “I’ve just always loved the gift bags in wedding movies.”

"I'll see what the wedding planner thinks is doable in a fairly short amount of time and then you'll get a list to choose from," you promise him. After a few more bites in relative and enjoyable quiet, you put your fork down again and take a sip of your drink. "I've...been thinking about something. And I was wondering if I could talk to you about it."

“Anything.” It sounds serious and Javi is immediately giving you his full attention. Fork down and looking into your eyes. “You can talk to me about anything, Margarita.”

“That is actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” You reach across the table to take his hand and leave a kiss on his knuckles for good measure. “I’ve been doing some reading, and I had Bastian pull records. And it seems to me to be a sort of…unofficial Balearican tradition for foreign born spouses of monarchs to take a regnal name.” The whole concept of taking a regnal name — a name you will be known as, as queen — seemed positively odd to you at first. But the tradition seems to stem from taking pride in leading the people of these lively, engaging islands. A way of embracing the place and the people and promising to honor them. “I wondered how you would feel if…I did that, too.”

“What would you like to change it to?” He asks curiously. “I would love whatever you do, but I will still call you Margarita.” He admits with a bashful smile.

“Well…” It seems almost embarrassing, or it would be embarrassing if it were anyone but him, and you feel your cheeks heat as you swallow. “I thought…Margarita might actually be the right choice. I looked it up and it’s not too uncommon of a name. I thought it might be…romantic is the wrong word, but loving.”

“Queen Margarita?” Javi hums as he thinks about it and nods. “It would be a beautiful tribute to our future.”

“I always knew I would come here eventually.” For your whole life, you’ve waited for it. Waited to be summoned, and waited to be married, and waited to be with him. “But I only truly fell in love with this place after I met you.”

“It is easy, no?” He asks with a grin. “Our country is easy to love.”

"Very easy." You can agree to that easily. "But not as easy as it is to love you, querido."

The way Javi blushes makes you smile and he’s happy about that. Nothing is forced, nothing is put on with you and that’s what he loves. If you were just normal people, there would still be these tender affections between the two of you.

“Anyway, I just… I wanted to ask you how you felt about it.” He is blushing and he is adorable when he blushes. You shift a little in your seat and a pleased smile curls your lips. “Because ‘Margarita’ was just your name for me, and now I’m thinking about sharing it with the world. If you aren’t okay with it, I will choose something else.”

“I don’t mind.” He admits quietly, leaning in and staring into your eyes. “As long as we are together, I will happily share you with my country.”

“I’ll always be with you.” That is a promise you will make to him without hesitation. Now that you’re with him, the last thing you want is to be separated from Javi in any meaningful way.

“Hopefully your interaction with my cousin did not ruin your day?” He asks quietly. “How are your ladies doing?”

“Gabriela sat with me for some time this afternoon.” A small, mischievous smile curls your lips as you finish your meal. “My brother mentioned that it might be helpful to have some help in learning the geography and history of the country, as well as cultural tradition. Gabriela volunteered to be my tutor, essentially. And she’s been wonderfully helpful.”

“Good.” His affection for Gabriela will always be there, but it has shifted to a more brotherly love than anything else. Or perhaps it was always meant to be that way and he had been rebelling against his fate. Regardless, he’s happy you and Gabriela have formed a friendship. “She was much better in her studies than I.”

“She and my brother are also getting along very well,” you venture, wondering if that is too sensitive or inappropriate of a topic. True that Gabriela is married, but it’s abundantly clear to anyone with eyes that they are miserable, and she did not make the choice to marry Lucas willingly.

“Do you think there could be something there eventually?” He asks softly, knowing that it would be unlikely unless Lucas were out of the picture. Gabriela was loyal and would never shame the royal family with a divorce, even though she should divorce her husband.

“Maybe?” It’s just theoretical right now. Just a little gossip. But you know that Javi’s comfort level with the situation means a great deal to everyone involved. “Nothing will happen, of course. Not with Lucas in the way. But I think it’s sweet.”

“I want her to be happy.” Javi tells you. “As happy as we are.”

“That’s very admirable.” You admit, knowing that there are a lot of complications in the way of anything realistic. Still, you offer him an encouraging smile. “But I don’t know if anyone is as happy as we are.”

“It is quite a lofty goal.” He teases with a smile. “Perhaps it can be achieved.” He still marvels over how lucky he is and is grateful for it.

“Perhaps.” Just knowing how much he loves you makes your heart soar, and the familiar warmth returns to your cheeks. “Although it is a very lofty goal.”

Javi pauses for a moment, and he frowns as he reaches for your hand. “As long as you are never uncomfortable.” He shakes his head, aware that it’s coming out wrong. “As long as you know my feelings are genuine and I no longer will ever think about any woman the way I think of you.”

“I think the fact that you’ve stayed friends with Gabriela after breaking up speaks volumes about both of you as people. You’re good and kind and deserve to have those things visited back to you. And besides,” you reach out to squeeze his hand reassuringly. “Gabriela is also my friend. I want her to be happy, too. And my brother is a fantastic guy. She’d be lucky to have him.”

“Gabriela would be a wonderful partner to anyone who wishes a partner.” Part of Lucas’s problem is that he thinks he’s better than everyone. He had decided on Gabriela simply to hurt Javi.

“And Lucas deserves a good clobbering.” It’s mumbled, but only slightly, and you definitely mean it. In fact, you’d like a hell of a lot worse than a clobbering to happen to Lucas Gutierrez. A lot of people would.

Javi smirks slightly, hearing you perfectly but he doesn’t comment on that. “And what if Maisie?” He asks. “How is she settling into the role?”

“I think Maisie might have been born for it,” you chuckle. Javi clears away your empty dinner plates and you uncover the slices of Basque cheesecake smothered in cherry rioja sauce that the kitchen made for your dessert tonight. “Her husband is away on business as of this morning so she’s taking the chance to buckle down in helping with wedding and coronation plans.” Sending Javi a smile as you set out the smaller plates, you lean on the banister beside your small table while he pours out the last of your cocktail pitcher. “I think she deserves a very large ‘thank you’ after all this is finished. Gabriela does, too.”

“Perhaps a girl’s weekend on the royal yacht?” Javi asks, wondering what you had in mind.

“I was thinking of a getaway for Maisie and her husband. Something wonderfully romantic where they don’t have to worry about anything but enjoying themselves.” The first bite of cheesecake makes you both groan happily and break out into contented grins. “Maybe by that time Gabriela will be able to spend time with whoever she wishes.”

“Perhaps.” Javi frowns slightly. “If – if Lucas is as bad as we think that he might be, we will have to circle the wagons, as that American saying goes, around Gabriela. She will be distraught.”

“I would think she will be glad to be free of him.” You do shake your head, though, and nod. “If his true colors turn out to be as black as we suspect, we will take care of Gabriela. Make sure that she comes out of the thing unscathed.”

“Yes.” He nods seriously. “It will be good for her to be your lady if everything is as bad as we expect.” He admits quietly. “I am so sorry that you have been thrown into such a mess, amor.”

It might surprise him to hear, but the truth comes out of you alarmingly fast as you sit together at the little balcony table. “I don’t care,” you tell him truthfully. “I’m just glad that you didn’t have to go through all of this alone.”

He pauses, in awe of you and picks up your hand. “You are the most gracious and loving woman.” He murmurs softly. “I hope to never take that, or you, for granted.”

******

"Your Highness." Sebastian has been in and out of your office all morning, but this time when he steps inside he has a much more determined set to his face. "Inspector Jefe Blanco is here to see you."

"Oh, good. Excellent. Bring him in, please." Waiting for the Chief Inspector's arrival this morning has had you on edge. It will be good to get all of this out of the way and put the evidence into the hands of professionals. "And Sebastian, will you stay, please? While he's here. I would feel more comfortable."

“Should I order some tea?” He asks, knowing that it might set the tone from the grim talk into a more open conversation.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare a tray this morning. If you could just ring down and ask them to send it up?" His instincts are good and you appreciate your brother's attention to detail, especially in these moments. "I'm sure that will put us all a bit more at ease."

“Good. I will have Flores bring it in so no more staff than necessary needs to come into the room.” Sebastian decides. He will instruct the staff to leave it outside with your personal maid.

"Thank you, Bastian." For one more second, it's just you and your brother in a room, and you flash him a grateful smile before putting your official princess countenance back on. "Please show the Inspector Jefe in."

Sebastian nods and moves to the door, opening it and stepping back to allow the very official visitor in. It’s clear the man has taken special care with his appearance, every medal shined and his uniformed neatly pressed.

"Thank you for making time to come and see me this morning, Inspector Jefe." You stand from your desk and shake the man's hand. He has been very diligent and professional in investigating this case but you have to admit that you have now known the man quite a bit longer than you would prefer. In a perfect world, this case would have been over before it began. "I'm afraid I have some information to share with you, but I do not know how helpful it will end up being."

He frowns slightly, confused as to how you can have more information. “What do you have, Princess?” He asks curiously. “I must confess I am surprised to have been contacted by your office.”

"I had a conversation yesterday with the Count of Ibiza that...unsettled me." Polite wording is necessary here, so that you don't appear to be accusing Lucas of anything outright. "The conversation was videotaped by our security system here in the palace, and I would be very much gratified if you would consent to watch the footage with me and tell me if there is anything to it. If the count's manner seems suspicious, and his threats genuine, as I suspect they are. Or if I am perhaps too sensitive to the topic being touched so deeply by the late king's sudden death."

“The Count has an excellent reputation.” The inspector informs you, a little wary when it comes to potentially implicating members or the royal family. “However, he was slightly evasive during questioning.”

"It is my sincerest hope that my worries are unfounded," you lie as cleanly as you can. It is the only lie you have ever told the inspector and what you do hope is that it stays that way. "But I will not claim any kind of expertise in law enforcement or investigative technique."

“Even though you say there is video evidence of the conversation, I find that it is always helpful to have someone describe the interaction. Posture, tone, facial expressions cannot be accurately displayed at times through a security system.” He explains quietly, pulling out a notebook from his jacket pocket. “Princess, will you please tell me about this conversation with the Count?”

"Besides deeply insulting both myself and King Javier, the Count outright stated that he believed the late King Miguel made the wrong choice as to his successor and expressed anger over not being considered in the choice. Or, rather, not being chosen outright." You pause when Flores brings in your tea tray, thanking her as she pours out three cups and sets one beside each of the three of you seated in the room. "Thank you, Flores. We'll manage from here."

“Yes, your highness.” She bows respectfully as she eyes the inspector. There are many questions as to why he is here, but she won’t voice them.

“So, you see, Inspector,” you continue once the door is shut securely behind your maid. “When outright statements like that are made in the same conversation where the Count also voices his opinions that King Javier is not fit to rule, or that I have some ulterior motivation for being here and accepting my role in his country…it makes me quite worried. That perhaps the Count may not have the most honorable intentions after all.”

“I can see why that would raise your suspicions.” He frowns and flips back through his notes to look at the impressions he had jotted down from the interview with Lucas Gutierrez. While some of the men question his old-fashioned methods and claim that he wants to model his investigative style after American style gumshoes, he finds it good to have those notes easily accessible rather than having to go back to the system computers. “And you say that he felt like he was threatening you?”

“I felt that he was threatening the king.” The clarification is important here, you know that. But you’re very glad to have your brother in the room with you to be an emotional anchor so you don’t end up seeming distraught or too forceful with the inspector. “The Count made it very clear that he did not consider me worth threatening. He appears to regard me as an ornament to His Majesty. Which is insulting, but not threatening.”

“I hope that regardless of what I find, you informed his majesties security team?” He asks seriously. “Another king lost in a short span such as this would throw our small country into chaos.”

“It would.” Especially considering Lucas is the next in line to the throne. A horrible alternative that you can’t even begin to comprehend. “And I have. I informed His Majesty and he has taken it to his team.”

“Good.” Inspector Jefe might have some private concerns about the new king, but he would never dream of making them public.

“With this background, will you be willing to watch the footage that my security team gathered yesterday morning?” Convincing him that it is worth looking into Lucas again is the key here, even though you know it’s a hard sell. As the Count of Ibiza, the people have come to mostly love Lucas Gutierrez. But they do not see his true nature.

“I have learned in my time as an inspector that some people’s true nature is always concealed until they believe they are immune from reproach.” He picks up his tea and takes a polite sip. “Would you be able to provide a copy or would I need to view the footage here only?” Sometimes the security for the palace had certain protocols in place that he would not be able to change.

After discussing it with Javi, Julius, and the head of security, it has been decided that a copy of the footage could be handed over to the police for their own use, and you open your desk drawer to retrieve it. “The copy has been made for your use, but of course I expect you will want to view the original here as well so you can be assured that no changes to the footage have been made.”

“Thank you, Princess.” He nods his head slightly, grateful that you understand the delicate nature of these things. “Once I have reviewed the footage, I may have more questions. Would it be possible to request some time in your schedule if that is the case?”

“Of course.” In fact, you would be concerned if he didn’t have more questions for you. “My assistant will make sure you are afforded access to me when necessary. This investigation remains of the utmost importance.”

“I appreciate that.” He knows that you must be busy, the announcement of your wedding accompanying the coronation had been announced and it wasn’t too far away.

“Just as I appreciate you being available this morning.” The footage is already queued up on the computer display monitor on your desk, and you turn it to face outward so both the Inspector and Sebastian can see. “Cooperation is everything in these matters.”

“The tales of your wisdom have not been underestimated.” He hums, turning to the screen and leaning forward so he can watch.

This is the fourth time you've watched this conversation, not to mention the fact that you lived through it the first time, and while the Inspector Jefe listens to Lucas spit his vitriol, you sip your tea in silence. Every time you listen to him it makes you angry all over again. But you can't afford to show any kind of anger in front of the inspector.

There will be several notes that come from this video, and he frowns as he looks back up at you. “This is very disturbing.” He admits. “The count did not know that he was being recorded, yes?”

"That is correct." It's a relief to hear that the investigation will be taking your conversation into account, but you try not to show it too much. "But I did not make any effort to hide the fact from him. All areas of the palace that are in use by staff and the royal family are protected by surveillance."

“It almost seemed as if the count wished for you to accuse him of something nefarious or to reveal it himself.” Jefe looks around the room, and nods. “Please do not try to be alone with him, Princess, but let him talk if he comes back.” He tells you, standing up. “I will have to review this many more times, but I will be taking a closer look at the Count in my investigation.”

"If you need to speak with me again, please do not hesitate to contact my assistant. And if I have any other information to pass along to you, may I request for you to come in the same way you did today?" You stand along with him, showing the Inspector Jefe the respect that his position is due. "I have already made arrangements to ensure I will not be alone with the Count again. At the king's insistence."

“Absolutely.” He had been brought in through the tunnels under the palace to prevent speculation, and he understands that. “Whatever you wish, your highness.” He bows politely and thinks that you are also as gracious as you are beautiful.

"Have a good day, Inspector Jefe." That might be a fruitless wish, considering the task on his shoulders, but if anything? That is something you can absolutely relate to.

He nods again and quickly walks out of the room to leave you and Sebastian by yourselves.

Once the door shuts, you sit back in your chair and pinch the bridge of your nose between two fingers and sigh. “That went better than I expected.”

“I don’t think the inspector wasn’t too surprised by your claims.” Sebastian admits, curious as to the man’s true feelings about the count. Not that he seems the type to ever say. He seemed to play his cards close to the vest.

“I think he was surprised that Lucas would admit to being so vile, but maybe that’s just me being too American and imagining all these nobles constantly play nice with each other. I can’t tell.” Now that the meeting is over, you refill your teacup and pick up a biscuit gladly. “Well, darling brother. We have an hour to kill before wedding planning overtakes my day.”

“What would you like to do?” He asks, aware that he had blocked out much more time than necessary for the meeting with the inspector.

“Javi and I talked about taking a little driving tour of the islands sometime soon. Do you think that’s something you could coordinate with royal security?” You’re not asking him to do it right now, god knows, but you do rummage in your desk with a mischievous grin on your face while you ask.

“Are we talking about an actual tour?” He asks with a laugh. “Or cordoning off lover’s lane so you can make out with the king like you’re teenagers?” He’s amused by the idea but also happy that you are so happy with your future husband.

“Say what you want, but my fiancé is ridiculously sexy.” And frankly, you’re exceptionally happy about that fact. Not just because you’re glad to be attracted to your partner, but because producing an heir is such a big part of what’s expected of you. It will not be a hardship to fulfill that duty.

He snorts and shoots you a grin. “Most of the world agrees with you.” He admits. “Which is why I’m so confused as to why his cousin is so harsh on him.”

“It’s jealousy, don’t you think?” At least, that’s what you’ve always thought. Javi was graced with looks, and charm, and privilege as well as so many other attributes — and Lucas simply couldn’t stand that his cousin was more beloved. “Lucas doesn’t see that cunning is not the only worthwhile intelligence in the world. That’s the other thing.” A moment later, you extract a travel Scrabble set from your desk drawer with a squeak of triumph. “Spanish Scrabble for an hour?” You suggest, shaking it at him enticingly. “Build that vocabulary like I know you want to?”

Sebastian rolls his eyes but grins. “I don’t know why you claim my Spanish isn’t up to par.” He teases, nodding and sitting down beside you. “I’ll still kick your ass at scrabble, Princess or not.”

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Welcome to another pick a card by yours truly! I really loved doing a reading for this topic, I originally planned to read four piles, but when I got to the fourth one; the messages that I got were just repeating the ones that were already dealt with in the previous piles, no matter how many times I shuffle, so I decided to leave it at three. So generally, the purpose of this pick a card is to remind you how amazing you are, to remind you why you should love and appreciate yourself, but there's also gonna be some short messages about how you should care for yourself right now and a channeled message from a love one. Gosh, I really hope that you'll feel good about yourself after reading your pile <333

methods used in this reading: intuition, tarot, music.

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pile one

How to care for yourself right now: have fun and feel young. Don't ignore your inner child. Do the things that you've done when you were a child, or do the things that you've always wanted to do but have never done it when you were a child. Don't be afraid. Don't hinder the child in yourself.

To you who's chosen the first pile, I would like to start off by saying that you should be proud of your mind. You're a curious person; you always ask questions and you always strive to learn whether that be flipping through pages in a library or keeping your eyes and mind open by learning and accepting the lessons you could learn in your life. You're witty, creative, and never doubt any idea you have. In fact, I'm hearing right now that you're being advised by your spirit guides that whatever idea you have in this current moment, go do it. Don't second guess yourself. You're a lively and charismatic person. You have a charm and aura you carry around that bring people in and warm them like the comfort you'll have when sitting by the fireplace. You have the power to bring love and positivity into your loved ones lives, and you should know that even though you haven't heard this from them, they're really grateful to have you in their lives. Remember that. Last but not least, you are resilient. Your strength and your will to never give up on whatever you're doing is very admirable. You have gone through so many storms, but you're still here standing tall and proud for the things you have overcome and learned. You have grown wise and stronger than you were before. But you seek to constantly grow and learn, asking yourself to become more better than yesterday. Smile. Because I believe—and you should too, especially you—that whatever storm you'll face next, you can overcome it just like before.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): You're not alone. You shouldn't be afraid to ask for help too. It's completely okay. You know I'm always here for you, I'm not going anywhere. You'll always have me. Even if we're physically apart, my spirit is always watching over yours; encouraging and comforting you when you need it. I'm sure you feel that sometimes. Don't forget how worthy you are.

Clues to who this person is: a grandmother/godmother, father/father figure. Your spirit guide. An older brother, an older male friend.

Shufflemancy: Only The Young by Taylor Swift

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

pile two

How to care for yourself right now: Whatever creative project/passion/hobby you have on right now that you're thinking of postponing/abandoning, don't stop it. If you're feeling overwhelmed or anything by it, set it aside for a while and give your mind some rest. But don't quit.

To the person who's reading this, you are someone who's a great leader. You inspire people around you and you are willing to help someone in need. You are talented, even if you don't see it, but others see that in you. I'm seeing that there is something that you're particularly talented/skillful at—if you are doing something creative like I mentioned above, then this message particularly applies to you that you are skillfull in that field. Don't you dare let your doubts/insecurities stop you from continuing. You should know that you are trustworthy, and when you are in leadership, people look up to you and trust you. You will do/are doing something in this lifetime that helps people. You're setting a good example in your community. You are a kind and open minded person. You accept imperfection and see it as beauty because you understand that nothing and no one in this world is perfect, and that's what makes it beautiful. You are a highly courageous person. But just like everyone else, you get scared over something. But you are determined and you push on even if you are afraid which makes you fearless. You're well aware of your strengths and weaknesses, and I am proud of you for accepting yourself for who you are. You have done well and will continue to do so.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): Take breaks when you can, love. Remember that. Your body needs some rest, and you need to listen to your body. Be healthy. Start eating healthy, eat your fruits and vegetables, and don't always eat out. Be mindful of what you eat.

Clues to who this person is: a platonic/romantic soulmate that you haven't met yet. A best friend who “acts like a mom,” you know that kind of friend who reprimands their friends for not taking care of themselves, heh.

Shufflemancy: Lego House by Ed Sheeran

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

pile three

How to care for yourself right now: Ground yourself. Be in the present moment. Your mind has been everywhere, the past and the future, but you haven't been focusing in the now. Breathe and look around you. Be still and be at peace for a moment. Do some meditation.

The people who have chosen this pile are very intellectual and intelligent. I shouldn't be surprised that all the cards that came out right now are swords. You guys might not even consider yourselves or you don't believe in yourselves a lot. Don't underestimate yourself, you literally have no idea what you can do and make possible with your mind. You can even make manifesting so effortless. But you won't be able to unlock all your potential if you doubt yourself, therefore you should start opening your eyes and see how powerful you are. You are also very intuitive and psychic, you don't need to seek answers outside yourself because it is already in you and you know it better than anyone else. To anyone who's reading this, you should know that your ideas are spectacular. You should give yourself more credit. You are very clever. You are a mastermind (you gotta listen to Mastermind Taylor Swift, because that just came up to me.) And when you promise something to anyone or to yourself, you are true to your word. You are responsible and you hold so much respect to yourself, and other people will see that in you therefore they will start respecting you too. You are a planner. And when you have something to do, you always work hard to complete it. You never give up. You grit your teeth, but you keep moving on. Keep going, because you're doing well.

A short message from a love one (anyone, but it was my intention to channel from someone from your soul family): Honestly, don't take life too seriously, you deserve to have some fun too. Go out and have fun with your friends. Celebrate that you are alive with the people that you love. Don't be in hurry, just enjoy the ride. Take your time, alright?

Clues to who this person is: a group of people in your soul family, they are/will come into your life as your friend group.

Shufflemancy: Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana

Take care of yourself, and remember that you are an important and loveable human being! Feel free to leave a feedback 🫶🏻 — Ivy

Check out my masterlist for more!

[imomisoplays]

Ham Ramen

Hello, tombler!

I’ll be moving on to Nanami Ito’s household soon, so I thought I’ll indulge myself with this last recipe (for a while!) from the ranch. However, today we’re not cooking with Stella, but please welcome (a) very special guest(s) – give it up for Osh Coush B'Gosh! It’s the club's (puny) name for cousins Leia, Soleil and Frejr. A little refresher if needed: Leia and Soleil are Stella’s children, while Frejr is Vienna’s son. Stella and Vienna are daughters of Kiyoshi Ito, making everybody introduced in this post Kiyoshi's grandkids. I consider adding Nanami's kids to the cousins' club too when they're older, since Kiyoshi and his wife Aria basically raised Nanami in my game. Phew, maybe a detailed family tree is needed for context.

One of the club's activities is to watch movie, and @midnitehearts's Studio Ghibli Movie Mod enabled us to watch Ponyo, an animated movie from the renowned Japanese production house Studio Ghibli. The gorgeous television set is the TELLY by @charlypancakes -- I use this television set everywhere, as the modern frame version can be seen in the background on Vienna's house here. So, so versatile. And if the TV is not centered on the fireplace, please pardon my (lack of) object-placement skill 😅

Soleil and Frejr are feeling particularly hungry after watching the scene where Sousuke and Ponyo eats ramen. The iconic "It's ham!" surely made their stomachs growl. Also, look at how cute they are. They will become teenagers soon, look at those puppy eyes! My friend told me this is exactly how parents felt seeing their kids growing up and becoming older. What a turn of events that I get to feel this with my imaginary sims children first. 🥹

As insinuated with some hints above, today we are cooking ham ramen from Ponyo. The recipe cc is made by @oni28 (click here to download). Please be aware that you would need to have Oni's Recipe Pack Mod (updated regularly on their Patreon) for the recipe to appear in your game.

Let me also introduce you to today's cook: Leia Ren. She's a straight A student on Chestnut Ridge High School, working part-time as a video game streamer and with an interest in robotics. Leia had the opportunity to graduate early, but since she hasn't decided what she wants to do for college, she still attended school as usual. Leia also helps in taking care of the horses, but she's not a hardcore horse person (completely different story with Soleil).

Ingredients for this recipe is simple but guaranteed to taste good: soft-boiled eggs, ham, and instant ramen. Loving the nod to the OG Nissin’s Chicken ramen package here. Leia's CC earrings are from @nolan-sims and can be downloaded here -- I always have at least one sim who uses a variation of Nolan's earrings for every outfit. Leia's mom Stella used to be that sim, but I revamped her style to be more refined (...or snob. Stella is that lady who lives in a ranch, owns two horses and does gardening everyday while being a snob y'all) as she grew older, so I'd like to imagine Stella passed down all these cute accessories to her daughter.

Leia slices the eggs and the ham. Are you wondering where Soleil and Frejr are? Well, they're on the kitchen too, stealing ham one slice at a time.

Leia starts boiling water to cook the instant ramen. The entire kitchen could hear Soleil's stomach growls. Our puppy Sol is shy because he's the only one being hungry, if only he knew Frejr is too but apparently a better actor.

After the ramen is cooked and plated, place the slices of ham and boiled eggs, and garnish with green onion. I love how @oni28 even made the bowl exactly like in the movie. It's the detail for me.

WE LOVE HAM! AND RAMEN! And we clearly do not have time for obligatory dining table photoshoot today, since the boys already went in and obliterated the food.

Ending the post with another angle of my Sol puppy. Next time we see him on this blog, he might probably be a teenager already... Ah, the hearts you'll break, young lad. Anyway, see you on the next one. Dag dag!

P.S. Detailed cooking process for ham ramen is taken from this post and this post.

Imomiso’s note: This post is originally posted on the now deleted blog.

[trehontin]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS !

[ bold = applies ; ítalics = sometimes applies ; both = perfect ; strikethrough = doesn't apply ]

WINTER.     a chill right down to the bones.   tobogganing.   teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.   a state of inactivity.   cold hands.   blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.   full length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.   deep conversations.   watching the snow fall.   sharp edges.   hot cocoa.   smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snowstorm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.   the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

SPRING.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself.   a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.   cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.   paris in the spring.   birds chirping.   the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.   a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.   saccharine pinks.   making promises.   trying something new.   hugs when you need them most.   a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.   picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym/training at ungodly hours.   excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.   rain boots.

SUMMER.     lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.   melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.   drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.   nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.   flowers in bloom.   sneaking out of your room late at night.   pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.   sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

FALL.     the leaves changing colors.   a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.   deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of work.   charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.   creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.   being ignored.   procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.   crisp, cool days.   belly laughter after crying.   converse.   foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by:      my own blogs

tagging: 💕   @nekurooma | @kuraikyu ; @kkageokuri | @quirofiliac ; @mortul ; @chernozemic | @thusspoke ; @humificates | @baishouqijia | @zajevre | @godsbox | @parieha | @malxshrine | @adenial | @inouehs ; @yahchiru | @cinghialefedele | @despairforme | @keikakudori | @starrkc | @owabisuru | @jinjahime | @bornhollow | @kamitakes | @hxbiris | @liecoris | @deathleads | @imagend | @achroanimus | @vxmpirehunterd | @deityforged | @determinazione | @biskael | @guadanya | @shiinigamism [ and whoever wants to! multis can knock themselves out, gimme all ]

[venstm]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagged by: pinched it from my old blog ! tagging: you & show me ! <3

[raytm]

SEASONAL AESTHETIC.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold.  full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snow storm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym, training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.   the leaves changing colours. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness ( the loudness in silence ). abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amounts of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

TAGGED BY: i'm finding shit on my old blog & shoving it here. tagging: u take it u tag me yipeee

[polkadotpatterson]

Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @cryinginblaseball! guess this means I gotta include the couple of warrior cats fics I posted recently even though this is a blaseball blog. don’t judge me

reflections in the river: 

It doesn't take Thrushpelt long to figure it out. 

room to grow: 

Before there was Gloria Bentley, there was the garden, growing wild and tangled in a Miami backyard. 

let the light on through: 

There is a house by the sea, with wide windows and a warm fireplace and a porch overlooking the ocean and a yard big enough for an entire team's worth of dogs and people to run around in.

Namesake: 

The kits are perfect.

fragments from a new universe: 

You wake up in Seattle. This is the first thing that's wrong.

the long cat of the law: 

Law school turns out to require a bit more studying and caffeine than McBlase anticipated, but that doesn’t deter her.

the weight of the worlds: 

Clove Ji-eun had always found the Bubble to be a little confining, even long before she ever stepped out on the field herself.

commissioner vapor's pogtastic existential crisis: 

Anyone whose existence begins in a chaotic storm of flames and smoke and screaming tends to have a lot of questions.

DOT'S SHOES ARE STOLEN: 

CHAPTER 1: DOT CAN’T FIND THEIR SHOES

eloise butterworth breaks the world: 

It's nighttime, and Eloise Butterworth is playing.

Seems like most blaseball writers have been tagged by now, but if you haven’t then feel free to go ahead and say I’ve tagged you!

[lya-dustin]

I posted 891 times in 2022

That's 891 more posts than 2021!

58 posts created (7%)

833 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dwellordream

@sansaorgana

@catherinesboleyn

@turtle-paced

@daenerys-tarrgaryen

I tagged 99 of my posts in 2022

#aemma velaryon - 41 posts

#house of the dragon - 29 posts

#someone will remember us fic - 29 posts

#asoiaf fanfic - 27 posts

#asoiaf au - 21 posts

#oc fanfiction - 20 posts

#fyeahhotdocs - 18 posts

#aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc - 17 posts

#asoiaf - 13 posts

#hotd - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and aemond probably spent like a whole hour on just his hair and has a morning routine that patrick bateman from american psycho would envy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think they made Alicent Hightower be a brunette in HoTD instead of going with her almost Targaryen look in Fire and Blood to remind the audience that Rhaenyra's type are brunettes she can't have.

23 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

Someone will remember us

Gif by @daenerys-stormborn

Chapter 1

@sansaorgana i wrote it!

She looks more like her aunt Laena than her mother, she thinks.

Thick silver white hair, the pale eyes of her mother, and the dark skin of her father.

Aemma Velaryon has always been her father’s favorite, just as her mother, Rhaenyra, is King Viserys’ favorite.

It’s because you are his firstborn, just as I am my father’s firstborn, her mother would answer when Aemma would ask her why her father, Laenor, liked her best out of his four children.

After Viserys, Rhaenyra will be queen and after Rhaenyra it will be Aemma.

Aemma wonders if her heir will be a girl too.

She has a dragon, Elēnar, tide. Elēnar has silver scales like her father’s dragon, but hints of Syrax’s gold. Reminded Aemma of their hair, so much that she calls him Ōghar, or Ghar.

Ghar is a little thing, barely a year old and small like a dog. he will grow, grow big enough to ride soon enough, but he doesn’t grow fast enough for Aemma’s tastes.

If only the dragon had hatched sooner, she sighed as turns to look at Hel who doesn’t even blink as she sketched Ghar curled up in the fire he lit in the fireplace. Looks like a shiny glass figurine sleeping the morning away.

“You will never ride the tide, but you will ride the smoke of the sea.” Helaena broke her out of her thoughts as Aemma daydreamed of flying Ghar far away like her Aunt Laena who seems to have all the fun.

“If you say so, auntie.” Aemma doesn’t look up from her book even when she hears the all too familiar sounds of Queen Alicent and the Head Smasher coming here. It’s the soft click clack of her heeled shoes and the noise of heavy armor trailing at a respectful distance behind her.

Father has told her to be wary of Ser Criston, he is not a true knight. He won’t say why, but Aegon had said deep in his cups that Criston Cole had smashed the head of father’s friend, Joffrey Lonmouth, at the wedding of Aemma’s parents.

Her mother had confirmed the tale and now her father was looking for a suitable knight to be her sworn shield. Qarl Correy had only sisters and made her laugh, didn’t treat her like she was simple or annoying and her father liked him too.

He would do nicely.

“Should I go, Hel?” Aemma asked her best friend who shook her head. If Aemma was here, then Alicent wouldn’t try to invade Hel’s space or try to show affection with touch or do anything that makes her feel strange.

“Your grace,” Aemma gets up from her window seat and curtsies like her Septa had taught her.

There is no need for ceremony here, they are ‘family’ whatever that means. Or at least that was what Grandfather Viserys had said and Grandmama Rhaenys agreed with him. Grandfather Coryls had laughed and told her she shouldn’t curtsy to the queen when she didn’t have to.

Don’t be rude, that had been mama’s order when she found out, Curtsy to her even in private.

Or else the Head Smasher will get you, Aegon had whispered when Queen Alicent told her mother she was not being proper by not standing to greet her.

“How has your morning been, girls?” Alicent is nice most days, has her bad days. Most of those are caused by grandfather or Aegon.

“Quiet, Elēnar Ōghar ate a mouse and has not woken up from his morning nap. I am sketching him to see how long it will be when he is too big to fit there.” Helaena answered and got back to her sketch the moment her courtesies were over.

Ghar is the size of a lap dog, grows more the less time he spends in the dragon pit, Harwin says that Ghar needs freedom to grow, not a cage.

“Dragons belong in the Dragon Pit, girls, it isn’t a lapdog.” So, this was one of those bad days.

“He gets lonely there, grandfather said I have his permission to have him in the keep as long as he behaves himself, lady grandmother.” Aemma defended her little dragon. Maybe if Ghar bows to her like she taught him Queen Alicent will be in a better mood and let him stay. “But if it please you, lady grandmother, I will take him back there.”

Aemma whistled to Elēnar who huffed in annoyance and shook off the ash as he left his nest of applewood. “Pay your respects to the Queen, Ōghar.”

“Thank you, Aemma,” Alicent hid her fear well, but Aemma knew she was scared of dragons, even little baby ones like Ghar.

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27 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#3

Someone will remember us

Rated: T (for now)

Tag: @sansaorgana @ocappreciationtag @stargaryenx

Or in which Laenor and Rhaenyra were able to keep their agreement resulting in Princess Aemma Velaryon, the second ruling queen of Westeros

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

39 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

#2

"If Daemon were there ---"

Why does Daemon have to be there?

Laenor will be the one holding the baby while Rhaenyra beats the fuck out of Alicent. Rhae Rhae doesn't need Daemon's running from commitment ass to defend her from her ex girlfriend/stepmother

60 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You know that scene in Easy A where Olive and the gay friend pretend to have sex at a party and really they were just jumping on the bed and faking noises?

Yeah that's how i imagine Rhaenyra and Laenor faked their sex life during the entirety of their marriage

106 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

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[invisiblekatanaartwork]

Artist's Blog #146 - Evil Dead II (1987)

Exploring the Cult Classic Appeal of Evil Dead II

With this Evil Dead II blog, I pulled another Blacula and Scream, Blacula Scream – I watched the sequel first then the original. I’ve seen the original many times so, it wasn’t so out of order but for the purposes of blogging, it was. You can read the Blacula and its sequel at the respective linked titles if you’re interested. Really, Evil Dead II was, in my opinion, just a remake of The Evil Dead. With Army of Darkness, this series seemed to take a different turn and Evil Dead II set this up well. The “Evil Dead” movies are certainly cult classics in the horror genre and for good reason. Get out your chainsaws, shotguns, and books bound in human flesh and inked in blood and read my thoughts this week on Evil Dead II from 1987.

Dream Cabin from Evil Dead II – Minus the Demons

I would love to have a cabin like the one in Evil Dead II, without the demons of course. This is seclusion, this is peace. Show me a VRBO like this and I’m booking right away for my next vacation! Buried deep in the TN hills and hidden away even from fans in real life, this spot would be a perfect setup to live your life away from society. It’s all wood, surrounded by forest, has a porch swing, complete with wood wood-burning fireplace, has a tool shed, and so much more. The cabin in Evil Dead II really is my ideal home in so many ways. There are some things it has that make no sense though like running water and power. Living quarters this off the grid typically don’t have running water and/or power so, I struggled to understand this.

Why Evil Dead II Still Creeps Me Out

Despite Evil Dead II basically being a remake of the first movie, I guess to set up the Army of Darkness story, the sequel was as creepy as the original movie. I can’t 100% put my finger on why I find these movies creepy but, I think it has to do with the makeup. According to Cliff Holverson with Evil Dead Archives, Mark Shostrom was responsible for this incredible work. You can read the full interview with him here for more details. Something about the half-gore and white eyes just gets to me. That cellar door on the floor is also a trigger too. I know something is going to happen and I’ve seen The Evil Dead. You know the chain ain’t going to hold, you constantly wonder what’s down there, etc. In real life, the cellar would be useful but, in this series, it bothers me.

Necronomicon Art and Its Iconic Role in Evil Dead II

Being an artist, I pay attention to art – surprise, surprise, right? From what I read, Tom Sullivan created the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis used in Evil Dead II. I didn’t find this directly answered but, I take for granted he did the art inside of it as well. Typically, I don’t really get into dark art, but this work certainly fits the theme and feel of the film. An old friend of mine had a copy of The Evil Dead on DVD that had the coolest case in DVD history. It was a copy of The Evil Dead but, it had a cover on it like the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis complete with the face and all. The cover was made from rubber and felt like human skin to match the legend. Check a copy out on eBay – the link here will help although the item may be sold if you follow it.

The Cheesy, Fun Effects of Evil Dead II

The Evil Dead movies are probably one of the biggest cult series that exists. Fans are really into them. There are not a lot of “yeah, it’s ok” fans. With my recent rewatch, I must say that I see the attraction – fandom is growing on me. Evil Dead II has some of the cheesiest effects ever. It could be the trees, the talking deer head that reminded me of the Big Mouth Billy Bass from the 90s, the obviously fake car driving across the bridge, floating eyeballs, faint ghost images, or excessive blood but, Evil Dead II’s effects are the best and worst I’ve seen. What I like most is that Evil Dead II doesn’t try to make you think they are real. It’s just fun effects that fit perfectly with the movie’s feel. Special effects may be clearly fake but, they are creepy, consistent, and well done.

Nonstop Action and Scares in Evil Dead II

Believe it or not, Evil Dead II is an action-packed movie. It’s not Arnold 1980’s action-packed but, it keeps you watching and on the edge of your seat. Of course, a lot of the on-edge is watching out for the next jump scare. These were commonplace in Evil Dead II and sometimes almost got me while watching on my cell phone. I can only imagine that a theatrical showing would have caused a viewer to jump. At first, Evil Dead II has a consistent pace but once the demon take over stuff starts, it hits the throttle and doesn’t let off. As with The Evil Dead, this one is creepy. While the story is essentially the same, there are new characters and some iconic events in the series occur. Perhaps the most notable is Ash replacing his hand with a chain saw and creating a shoulder sling sawed-off shotgun.

Bruce Campbell’s Ash – Perfectly Fit for Evil Dead II’s Style

Honestly, I really don’t have a lot of bad to say about Evil Dead II. The film is honest. It doesn’t try to be something it’s not and I think as fans that honesty is an attraction. Fans watch for the story, the cheesy effects, and nostalgia at this point. Bruce Campbell was perfect for the role of Ash. His acting, lines, and facial expressions fit the cheesiness of the effects and overall feel of the movie perfectly. In closing, am I correct in thinking that Tom Sullivan did the art inside of the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis? If there’s a super-fan out there that knows something I don’t, please let me know in the comments. I’m curious about this.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this artist’s thoughts on Evil Dead II. I invite you to follow my art journey on social media, visit my website, and consider supporting and buying my work here. If you liked this blog or Evil Dead II, please share. Also, feel free to comment, especially if you are a fan of this one. I am certainly going to watch this one again and will soon watch The Evil Dead and Army of Darkness for the purpose of blogging. I think I’ll go ahead and get The Evil Dead next. Peace.