#featuring all of scouts beautiful children

[brutusinthewoods]

tf2 7th comic makes me festive and emotional i wish my fav pyro had more screentime so i conjure my own world

[grandstarlightmagazine]

tf2 7th comic makes me festive and emotional i wish my fav pyro had more screentime so i conjure my own world…(Read More)

[smoochi-march]

Winter Nights Smile |

Fields of Mistria | March x F Reader

Summery | Out of all the familiar faces, March would notice somebody important missing. That being you, of course. Only to find you left alone freezing your ass off outside.

Warnings & Content | Pure fluff.

Wordcount | 1448

March sat in the Inn for what felt like hours, combing his red bangs back with a hand. His spare toying with the bottle of deer Hemlock so graciously offered him.

It’s a Friday night, a known tradition in Mistria to meet up and essentially have a massive get-together. That being said, despite all the laughter and chatter… he hasn’t spotted you in the crowd. Everyone walked through those damn doors hours ago, so where the hell were you? Others could hear him grumbling, his frustration evident each time somebody tried to interact with him. He didn’t mean to come off as rude, but, he did. Left an impatient, frustrated mess. Without your presence he felt odd, to think just the other week he kept his distance from you.

“-You could check on her, y’know?”

Hemlock chimed in on the young man's struggles, well aware you plagued March's thoughts. The man is no stranger to love, happily settled down with his own beautiful partner. Raising children together. Reminiscing back in the day where he was as inexperienced as this talented blacksmith.

March crossed his arms, laying his head down. Using his folded arms as his makeshift pillow, a pout was written along his features. Furrowing each brow at the suggestion,

“…-I’m not going to her house. It’s on her for not showing up, I have no interest in what she spends her time doing.”

March huffed, bottle clenched in his hand. Had it not been a strong glass, it may have shattered right then and there.

“C’mon, bro! Don’t act all tough, you’ve been pouting all night. Admit it, it’s okay to miss the girl you like!”

March adored his brother, but one thing he despised, a single factor he hated… was how Olric never knew when to keep his mouth shut.

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

March lifts himself up, removing himself from the bar along with the Inn altogether. Storming off like an immature teenager, without a second glance.

“…My, my. Your brother has lost himself, eh? Haha.”

Hemlock commented on March’s absence, eyes settling on the beer bottle left at March's seat. Staring at it with a mischievous grin. Knowing all too well where March was heading. That bottle of alcohol left on the counter, though subtle, is a clear indication of March’s absent mind.

“-I’ve never seen him like this before. I hope he’s alright, March has been quieter than usual… like, more than he already is. What do you think, Hemlock?”

Olric caught himself frowning, scratching the back of his head. He always worries about his younger brother, especially when the boy is experiencing something as frustrating as love. Olric didn’t have a partner, and was fairly inexperienced as well, too busy taking care of his baby brother and the smith to involve himself in romance. Seeking guidance from Hemlock as a child with their father may do, seeking a solution to this issue.

“-March is smart, perhaps inexperienced, but he’s got a knack for learning quick. He’ll be alright, Kid. I’m sure he’s heading to her house as we speak. Nothing we can do besides help push him in the right direction.”

Humming to the bartender's responsible, and trustworthy input, Olric would ease up. A wide smile made its way to his face,

“Yeah! Y’know, you always have the best choice of word for any occasion, Hemlock! I’d bet on that too.”

—

The redhead marched his way through layers of snow littered on the ground, hands digging in the depths of his pockets as he ran into you halfway to your house. Eyes widening, he’d scoff and look away. Acting as if he wasn’t concerned about you.

“…March! How come you’re away from the Inn?”

“-Tch. I could ask you the same thing.”

He’d respond sharply, eyes meeting your figure. Looking you up and down, scouting you out like some sort of prey. Your cheeks were flushed, hands left rubbing against each other, seeking some level of warmth you clearly couldn’t obtain on your own. From the sluggish, and stiff movement, to those adorable rosy cheeks, ears, and nose… he wanted nothing more than to take advantage of the moment. A way to care for you, without appearing sappy. Playing off his feelings for you.

Without a word, he’d reach out. Taking your hands in his own, bring each one towards his lips. You’d feel a long exhale of his brush against your reddened skin, an attempt to warm them up… shielding your hands from the flakes of snow flowing with the chilly breeze.

The sensation was strange, finding yourself unable to hold back a blush. Eyes softening, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter. March, the headstrong blacksmith, was focused solely on aiding your frosted fingertips.

“…Shut up.”

“…I- I didn’t even say anything-“

“I said, shut. up.”

And you would. Frowning at the discomfort after all the hard labor you committed yourself to. Long story short, you slept in… resulting in all the work being pushed back by a couple hours. Forcing you to work throughout the cold night of winter…

“…quit taking the entire workload on your own all the time, whatever held you back so late… anybody could’ve helped.”

He’d lift his head, staring you directly in the eyes. Clearly not looking for any arguments from your end, your noses would soon kiss one another.

“I-Including you?”

You wouldn’t comment on the little space between you both, finding yourself to enjoy his advances.

“I- sure, including me- …I guess.”

His eyes averted bashfully, lifting his body so that he could create distance once again.

You’d smile, witnessing him return his focus to your hands. This was unlike the majority of your interactions, well, somewhat. He always contradicted himself, it was quite confusing at the beginning. But you’ve learned to read between the lines, he’s no doubt a man of actions rather than words.

Deciding to not upset him any further, you allowed him is moment of peace. Watching how he remained so attentive towards warming your stiff fingers, touched by his mind behavior.

“Have you eaten?-“

“I-“

“Have not. -Let’s go.”

He’d answer the question for you, making you huff in frustration. What was the point in asking a question he already knew the answer to? Lord, this Blacksmith would be the end of you.

Suddenly, you’d feel him let go of your hands. Removing his arms from each sleeve of his coat, offering it to you. Whether you agree to take it or not, he’d make you lift each arm up like a toddler- helping you sheathe your arms in each sleeve.

A sense of comfort began washing over you, lowering your head to the collar of his coat as March lowered himself to button it up. Inhaling March's scent had you on your knees. You’d never admit it to him, but you loved his scent. You loved his character, you loved his personality despite being stunted… you just fell in love with March as a whole. The cold winter air concealing the warmth flooding your cheeks, already pink long before he arrived.

“-you going to move? C’mon, while Reina’s soup is still fresh.”

You’d nod your head, watching as your breath was visible in the air. Tucking your chin back in the brown coat he always wore in the fall, the long sleeves hanging past your hands.

Escaping your daydream, your eyes tiredly droop. Lashes catching stray snowflakes, catching March's eyes. Happily following behind him, following in his footsteps. His shoes are significantly larger than yours.

Perhaps you did overexert yourself today. From ranching to farming crops, clearing out the mines, and searching for artifacts… your stomach would growl in anger, not happy with the neglect of your body today. Embarrassing you further. You then take a peek at March with your head lowered. Noticing that he has already been looking at you with a subtle side-eye, his eyes telling a story unlike any word could express, forcing your gaze to shyly fall on the ground.

Warmth tingles against your skin, a hand snaking down to grasp yours, fingers interlocking. Laced together comfortably, the young man seemed to enjoy carrying this responsibility over you, the slightest curl in his lips.

One so faint you hardly noticed it your first glance.

Unsure if it were your mind playing tricks on you.

You’d refuse to look back at him, no matter how curious you may become on the matter, just in case you’re caught staring. Little had you known, March’s eyes were glued on you the entire walk to the Inn, thankful to not be caught wearing…-

-…the ghost of a winter night smile.

[oldhollywoodimagines]

Goodnight, Love.

A/N: Not a request just something that I dreamed up. 🩵

Pairing: Atticus Finch x Reader

Warnings: Maybe a typo or two and bad grammar, majority of it is fluff though.

Word Count: 992

Summary: Atticus comes home late and you help him get to sleep.

~*~

It was late by the time Atticus got home, much later then he would’ve liked to have come home. Especially with the kids having just started school for the year, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you to help with homework and get them into bed. It was just that he felt by doing so he was losing time around them he would never be able to get back. And not only was he missing out on time with them, he was missing out on time with you.

Pursing his lips at the thought he quietly shut the door behind him, loosening his tie as he made his way up the stairs to push your bedroom door open. His eyes immediately landing on your figure stretched out on the bed. The silk nightgown that clung to your body only accentuated your curves as the moonlight shone down on you.

The sight making him smile, the fact you looked so soft and warm making him swallow hard as he moved closer to you before setting his briefcase down, his hand gently stroking your hair, the sensation causing you to stir. At this he retracted his hand with a tender smile, moving to open the closet.

“Mm, Atticus?” Your voice soft with sleep, as your sleepy eyes blinked at him when you sat up in the bed. The gleam in your eyes brightening as he turned to look at you, the handsome face of your husband bringing a smile to your lips. Handsome, but tired as he looked at you through hooded eyes taking in your messy hair, he always thought this was when you looked most beautiful.

“Yes, darling?” You moved towards him now, a daring smile present on your lips as you pressed into him, arms threading around him as he returned your affections. Standing in his arms you stood on your tiptoes to press a warm kiss to his lips, his musky aftershave from that morning barely ghosting your sense of smell. His lips a bit chapped but minty nonetheless from balm he had put on them.

“I’m glad you’re home.” You whispered, hands moving to rest on his chest, holding eye contact with him all the while. Biting your lip between your teeth when he caressed your check with his thumb, the gentle touch making your eyes flutter shut, causing his other arm to slightly tighten around you.

“I’m glad too…” the words coming out in a sigh, your fingers busying themselves with the buttons of his vest. You loved watching Atticus get dressed in the morning, but even more than that you loved undressing him. Every button you popped out of place sending a jolt of endorphins to the pleasure center in your brain.

Moving the vest off his shoulders you started working on his shirt, tugging it up out of the place where it had been tucked in, “how did the children do at school today?”

Fingers making quick work of his tie you glanced up at him, “Jem has a test on Thursday in math class, and he’s planning on trying out for the football team as soon as it’s possible…” a grin crossing your features as you talked about your stepson, his father not a bit surprised by him trying out for the football team.

“And Scout is writing a letter to Dill for a class writing project. I think it’s the fastest she’s ever completed an assignment, she sat down and had it done in probably an hour.”

“Mhm, and you, how was your day?” His voice catching slightly as your fingers ran down his undershirt clad chest to rest on his belt. Looking up at him through your lashes, you delighted at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when you slid his pants down his legs.

“My day was good and it’s even better now.”

“Is that so?” His eyebrows arching playfully, onyx eyes watching as you hung his pants up with the rest of his suit.

“It is.” Grabbing his hands you pulled him over to the bed, climbing up on it before facing him and lacing your arms around his neck, his arms resting around your waist as he stood by the side of it.

“You know this isn’t how most people cuddle.” He teased, hands trailing down your body, as he looked down at your legs, bent at the knee while you were on the bed so you could look him in the eye. Looking at him coyly, you removed his glasses and set them on the bedside table before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss growing more heavy as he gently laid you back on the mattress trapping you underneath him, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The tender action causing him to smile as he pulled back to look at you. Your lips puffy and cheeks flushed from the attention he’d given you. The gentle smile he fixed you with escalating your heartbeat a tad, hands squeezing your waist slightly before his forehead rested on yours.

“I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Lips just barely a breath away from his cheek now as you wrapped yourself around him. He nodded, placing a kiss on your forehead before turning over on his back, his arms around you as your head rested on his chest and your legs weaved together with his.

You laid together like this for a while, him stroking your hair and you enjoying the gentle beat of his heart. Your fingers tracing shapes on his chest as you enjoyed one another’s company, “how was your day, honey?”

Your question was met with silence save for quiet little snores that left your husband’s mouth, glancing up at him you smiled warmly, placing a small kiss on his brow before leaning over him to turn off the lamp.

“Goodnight, love.” You whispered softly, curling into his side to go back to sleep.

[t0rturedangel]

୧ ྀི ◞ ◟ ა . . . ♰ ୨ৎ THATS ONE HELL OF A KID

꣹ ㅤ◜ 𝒾 ⠀⦂ HELLUVA BOSS ㅤ♥︎ ㅤ／ ︎𝅄 ׄ ໒꒱  〬 𓂂 ׄ ㅤSHE ~ HERㅤㅤ!reader 𝟢𝟣. helluva boss x reader ㅤ𝟢𝟤. Platonic ⠀︶꒦꒷︶ A small hellhound, adopted by blitzø, helps the I.M.P on their murders, tradegies and … Questionable situations ㅤ  ︎ ︎ ｡｡ ⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( Ⓒ𝓉★𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 )

𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 ⠀ ⨾ ⠀First helluva boss fic! super excited :D

꒰ ⠀ INTRO ⠀✦⠀ DUCTION ⠀ ꒱

✉️ ﹐ ⧼  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈.𝐌.𝐏'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 . . . [ name ]

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤ ⠀❪ ⠀4 years old & she / they pronouns ⠀❫

⎯⎯ nicknames; Kiddo, little one, sweet, hon, kid, scout, pipsqueak, squirt, shadow, wolfsbane, runt.

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

𓂅 ໋⋅ ౨ৎㅤ·⠀·⠀· visage ; attire + face

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ MAIN OUTFIT , [name ] 's outfit is the average kid's outfit, a short sleeved black shirt underneath long, almost oversized overalls, with the little buttons being skulls. Underneath the shirt and overalls are a pair of tights under the trouser part of them having black tights. On the back of their overalls, a red bow is tied right above their tail, as well as a pocket where their tummy would be where they like to keep various trinkets in there.

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ ACCESSORIES , no accessories!

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ FACE & BODY, [ name ] has bright and innocent features which make them easily be able to get away with many things! Their eyes are big and bright red color alongside black pupils. Their fur is a beautiful (hair color) colour, with some black- almost shadow-y like streaks of black, her ears pointed high and a big ol' fluffy tail. [name] is the shortest of the group, being haldf the size of Moxie and Millie giving them the chance to use all of the imps and Loona as personal 'drivers'.

𓂅 ໋⋅ ౨ৎㅤ·⠀·⠀· relationships ; biological + non-biological (ALL PLATONIC)

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ BIOLOGICAL FAMILY , [name] can't remember their biological family- not mother, father nor siblings, in all honestly she doesn't even know that she has a family beyond Biltz and the IMP group! but they do exsist, they're out there and they're looking for you.

ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ㅤㅤㅤ⠀ CURRENT FAMILY , currently [ name ] lives with Blitz and Loona, sharing a room with the latter. She LOVES Blitz and Loona, almost immediatly adopting the two of them as her family. Additionally when she met Millie and Moxie she quickly registered them as her 'non-registered' 'non-biological' auntie and uncle, and (much like Blitz) loves to annoy the hell out of them. Eventually, [name] acknowledges Stolas and Octvaia as their other father and other older sister (despite Blitz's reluctances and disagreement)

WARNINGS,ㅤㅤㅤ♯ BLOOD

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ MURDER

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VIOLENCE

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VULGUR AND SEXUAL LANGUAGE

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ ANGST

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ SERIOUS THEMES

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ VOILENCE AGAINST CHILDREN

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ BLITZ 

BEFORE YOU GO, ㅤㅤㅤ♯ updates will be slow - my motivation is very low at the moment.

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ Helluva Boss does NOT belong to me

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ Some of the characters might be slightly OOC

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ If you believe I'm taking too long with updating the book please scream at me to update it!

ㅤㅤㅤ♯ I will add the necessary warnings on each chapter, if there are no warnings then that means nothing too extreme will happen- however all chapters WILL have swearing and maybe the smallest pinch of violence in them.

ཀ〘﹑　ACTS & SCENES,

ACT ONE - . . .

" Everything eats and is eaten  "

PLEASE ENJOY READING 'THATS ONE HELL OF A KID.'

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[kckt88]

Breath Of Doubt.

Summary:

Cerelle Lannister arrives at the Red Keep and immediately sets her sights on Aemond, determined to have him at all costs.

Vaeryna of course is having none of it and unleashes her inner dragon, determined to protect her treasure.

Warning(s): Language, Pranks, Violence, Threats, Kissing, Incest, Voyeurism, Smut - Lactation Kink, Daddy Kink, P in V Sex.

Word Count: - 4242

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

GREENS WIN - ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

One Shot Take My Breath Away - Takes place six months after the birth of Aegar.

AEMOND X O.C

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Tag List - @snh96, @immyowndefender,

“Gods this is boring” moaned Jaehaeryn.

“Boy, that’s enough” snapped Aemond as the golden horse drawn carriage came to a stop inside the yard.

“Sorry father” muttered Jaehaeryn, subtly moving closer to his mother.

“What’s she even coming here for anyway?” asked Rhaegar.

“Beats the shit out of me” said Vharla shrugging.

“Language” scolded Vaeryna.

“Oops” squeaked Vharla.

“He’s got a point you know-why is Cerelle Lannister coming here?” asked Aegon the Younger.

“Scouting for a husband” mused Jaehaera.

“Good luck, half of the single lords that frequent the Red Keep are wrinkly old cunts”.

“Daenerys” snapped Aemond.

“Apologise father” replied Daenerys her cheeks tinged pink.

“Oh, you have no idea how much this amuses me” breathed Aegon.

“Glad it amuses someone” snarked Aemond.

“Uncle Aegon is single, and he isn’t a wrinkly old cunt” exclaimed Saeryna.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you” said Aegon.

“Shouldn’t have favourites” mused Aerys.

“I don’t have favourites-but if I did it would absolutely be Saeryna” laughed Aegon.

“You are the King-stop acting like a buffoon” snapped Aemond.

“Oh, Aemond remove the stick from your arse and lighten up” replied Aegon.

“Uncle is brave-I’ve seen lesser men almost piss themselves in fear from the look that father is giving him right now” mused Rhaegar.

“All of you quieten down-“ urged Vaeryna,

As the door of the carriage opened, Aerys let out a little gasp as Cerelle emerged from the carriage, her jewelled hand extended to the attending squire.

Indeed, she was rather beautiful, her golden hair shining in the sun, her elegant slim figure swathed in rich red and gold fabric. Her blue eyes sparkling like the rarest of gems from Tarth.

“Lady Lannister welcome to Kings Landing, I hope your journey from Casterly Rock wasn’t too perilous” said Aegon politely as he held out his hand in greeting.

However, she bypassed greeting Aegon and made a beeline for Aemond.

“Rude” scoffed Vaeryna.

“Pleasure to meet you Prince Aemond, I’m Cerelle Lannister”.

“Errr, pleasure to meet you my lady” replied Aemond.

Cerelle Lannister's gaze swept across the crowded hall, where the flickering candlelight danced on polished armour and richly adorned gowns of other ladies in attendance.

The air buzzed with the murmurs of the guest courtiers as they revelled in the grandeur of the occasion, a feast held in celebration of some anniversary of the King.

Yet, amid the sea of faces, her eyes found him - Aemond, the enigmatic figure with flowing silver hair that cascaded down his shoulders like liquid moonlight.

Aemond moved with a graceful confidence, his every step commanding attention.

The scar over his face only heightened the allure, a testament to his bravery and resilience against the bastard strong boy who carved out his eye when they were children.

Cerelle's heart quickened as she took in the sharp features that radiated the ethereal beauty of old Valyria.

His presence was magnetic, drawing her towards him like a moth to flame.

Leather-clad and lithe, Aemond moved with the fluidity of a predator, his every movement deliberate and purposeful.

Cerelle couldn't help but be captivated by the way his attire accentuated the contours of his body, a display of strength and agility that hinted at a warrior's prowess.

Her breath caught as she observed the subtle play of muscles beneath the supple leather.

Cerelle's pulse quickened when she saw Aemond lean over and place a gentle kiss on the cheek of his wife.

Cerelle in her youth had heard of Vaeryna, the silver haired dragon who had sold herself to her enemies and married the man responsible for the deaths of her brother and father.

It often intrigued her, what sort of woman would do that, but then her reasons were made clear when it was revealed that her brother Aegon the Younger was still alive, despite the entirety of the realm believing he perished alongside his brothers in the gullet.

Cerelle actually admired Vaeryna for that, it showed her strength and determination, a true reflection of house Targaryen.

But upon seeing Aemond, Cerelle completely understood the unspoken reasons for Vaeryna’s motivations. She really couldn’t blame her for spreading her legs and birthing the prince’s many children.

His silver haired babes were a testament to Aemond’s virility and fertile seed and Cerelle couldn’t help but feel flustered at the thought of Aemond stuffing her with his cock and breeding her.

His wife should have been a deterrent, a signal to retreat from the allure of forbidden desire. However, Cerelle's determination burned brighter than ever.

Vaeryna, was a mere obstacle in Cerelle's pursuit. Their union did little to extinguish the flames of longing that now roared within her.

Cerelle's ambitions knew no bounds, and the thought of a marital bond meant nothing in the face of the irresistible connection she felt with Aemond.

Undeterred by the constraints of societal norms or the sanctity of marriage, Cerelle set her sights on Aemond with unwavering resolve.

The glint of determination in her eyes mirrored the gleam of silver that adorned Aemond's hair and no matter how much she admired Vaeryna her existence quickly became inconsequential in the grand tapestry of Cerelle's desires.

She planned to move through the courtly intrigues with a grace that masked her audacious intentions. Cerelle knew the art of subtlety, weaving a web of subtle glances and discreet encounters, all aimed at ensnaring Aemond's attention by any means necessary.

Cerelle Lannister observed silently as Aemond engaged in rigorous sword training session in the castle yard.

The sunbathed the training grounds in a warm glow, accentuating Aemond's silver hair and his lithe and powerful frame moving with a grace that only a seasoned warrior possessed, each motion deliberate and precise.

As Aemond practiced his swordplay with the oldest of his sons, beads of sweat formed on his brow, glistening like diamonds against his pale skin.

Cerelle's blue eyes followed the sinuous lines of his movements, appreciating the fluidity of his actions. The intensity of the training session accentuated the contours of his muscular physique, captivating Cerelle's attention with each powerful swing and deft manoeuvre.

Cerelle found herself entranced by the sight of Aemond's dedication to his craft.

 His focus was unwavering, and the sheen of sweat highlighted the exertion he poured into every strike.

Aemond's dedication to his training only heightened his allure in Cerelle's eyes, and an admiring smile played on her lips as she absorbed the captivating display.

The distant clang of swords echoed through the yard as Aemond sparred with his son. Cerelle couldn't help but admire the way he effortlessly dominated the practice, his movements a dance of skill and strength. A subtle sense of longing crept into Cerelle's gaze, and she marvelled at the allure of the warrior before her.

Aemond's silver hair caught the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing halo around him as he continued to hone his swordsmanship.

Cerelle, hidden in the shadows, allowed herself a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene.

The contrast between the fierce determination etched on Aemond's face and the grace with which he moved stirred a potent cocktail of emotions within Cerelle.

As the training session progressed, Cerelle remained captivated by Aemond's every motion, savouring the sight of his athleticism, strength, and the sheen of sweat that clung to his form.

A subtle smile played on her lips, aware that the next time they spoke, the image of Aemond in the midst of his training would linger in her thoughts, fuelling a newfound admiration and perhaps sparking something more.

Vaeryna felt the subtle tension in the air whenever Cerelle Lannister was near.

The sly glances, the lingering touches, and the carefully chosen words—all seemed orchestrated to seduce her husband, Aemond.

Vaeryna was not blind to the game being played, and it fuelled a storm of emotions within her.

In the quiet moments of the night, Vaeryna found herself reflecting on the delicate balance of power within the social web of the court.

Ever ravenous for the whispers of scandal and salacious behaviours they could use for their own amusement.

Cerelle’s visit to the Red Keep was only meant to last a few weeks, but the visit had been extended in the hopes that Cerelle would be successful in finding herself a husband.

Technically she had been successful and had indeed found herself enamoured with a man who was no doubt the fantasy of most women that caught a glimpse of him, but he was married, and his wife was no slouch.

She was not only a dragon, but the daughter of Daemon Targaryen, whom she embodied not only in mind but in soul and every time she saw Cerelle giggling at Aemond or batting her eyelashes at him, she found her fingers itching to swipe the dagger from Aegon’s belt and skewer the nasty little tart with the pointy end.

However, Vaeryna tried very hard to restrain herself and maintained a calm and dignified facade but beneath the elegant exterior, Vaeryna harboured a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, jealousy, and a determination to shield what was rightfully hers.

Her children however were another story.

Saeryna had spent hours searching for spiders in the gardens only to release them in Cerelle’s chambers, her screams of terror echoing around the Red Keep as Saeryna smiled innocently.

Aerys worked in tandem with Jaehaeryn to swap Cerelle’s fancy bathing oils with stinky pond water and Caelee even helped herself to Cerelle’s pretty powders and used them to paint pictures for her Kepa (Father).

Vharla unstitched the seams of Cerelle's dresses which resulted in a rather embarrassing incident in the gardens with Cerelle being left red faced after her dress all but fell apart leaving her in nothing but her underclothes.

As it turned out Aegon was behind the entire thing, as he was advising the children on what to do and he took great pleasure in the chaos they were causing.

He had taken an instant dislike to Cerelle and was determined to see her suffer for her rudeness and blatently obvious disregard for Vaeryna who Aegon was absolutly NOT in love with.

Vaeryna of course pretended to be scandalised when Saeryna was caught putting worms in Cerelle’s hair, but it was rather endearing that her children had made some unspoken agreement with their uncle Aegon and united against Cerelle, determined to punish her for what she was doing, and it was amusing to see their sweet little faces a picture of pure innocence as they were scolded by Alicent for their behaviour.

The one thing Vaeryna was sure of was Aemond, her husband, was a man of unwavering loyalty and moral integrity.

She knew him well enough to trust in the strength of their bond, convinced that no external charms or temptations could sway him from their shared commitment.

Despite this confidence, the mere fact that Cerelle Lannister sought to weave her subtle web around Aemond was an insult that stung.

The insults were not in the fear of Aemond succumbing to Cerelle's charms, but rather in the audacity of the attempt itself.

It was a slight to their marriage, a challenge to the sanctity of their love, and an affront to the trust they had painstakingly built over the years.

Vaeryna found herself grappling with a mix of emotions—anger at Cerelle's audacious advances, frustration at the need to defend what should be unassailable, and a deep-seated hurt that someone would dare to undermine the sacred connection she shared with Aemond.

Ultimately her thirst for retribution eventually prevailed and she made a vow to herself that when the opportunity presented itself, she would deal with that horse haired slattern if it was the thing she ever did.

The Red Keep was ablaze with light and merriment as the realm gathered to celebrate King Aegon's name day. Banners of House Targaryen fluttered in the breeze, their green and gold scales catching the glow of countless torches that lined the courtyards and corridors.

The air was filled with the fragrant aroma of roasting meats, and the joyful sounds of laughter and music echoed through the throne room.

The throne room was adorned with elaborate tapestries depicting the storied history of House Targaryen. Long tables stretched across the room, groaning under the weight of lavish feasts prepared for the occasion. Golden chalices and plates adorned with dragon motifs sparkled under the soft candlelight, casting a warm and inviting glow.

Nobles from all corners of the Seven Kingdoms mingled with knights, lords, and ladies, all clad in their finest attire. The clinking of goblets and the melodic tunes of harps and lutes filled the air, creating an atmosphere of revelry befitting the celebration. Courtiers in richly coloured gowns and doublets danced gracefully to the music, adding a touch of elegance to the festivities.

In the centre of it all stood King Aegon, resplendent in regal attire befitting his station. His silver hair gleamed in the light, and the crown of the conqueror sat proudly atop his head.

Aegon received well-wishers and gifts with a gracious smile, acknowledging the love and loyalty of his subjects.

The people of the realm still buzzing from the spectacle of the jousting tournament that been held earlier in the day in honour of the king's name day, where knights in gleaming armour clashed with lances under the watchful eyes of the cheering crowd.

Of course, Aemond who claimed he didn’t give a shit about tourneys, entered and won.

Relishing in the cheers for his victory as he crowned his wife Vaeryna the queen of love and beauty. Her sweet smile as he placed the wreath of flowers upon her silver head and her gasp of surprise as he hauled her over the wooden fence and kissed her deeply in front of the realm was endearing for all too see.

Except for Cerelle of course who was seething with envy. Her attempts to tempt Aemond were proving fruitless, and his children with his silver haired bitch of a wife were monsters who needed hard lessons in discipline and the King was no better aiding those little shits in their pranks was truly poor form.

No, she needed to increase her efforts in tempting Aemond, she wanted him and by the gods she was determined to have him, so she donned her most daring dress and joined in the celebrations for the King’s name day.

“Are you really that dense brother-“ snarked Aegon as he took a large sip of wine.

“What are you bleating about now?” snapped Aemond.

“Cerelle Lannister-the lingering looks, the not so subtle touching of your arm when she's talking to you. Brother-your wife is seconds away from kicking the shit out of her and whilst I will shamelessly enjoy such a spectacle, I doubt her morbid cunt of a father would, so you might want to put a stop to whatever fascination Cerelle has with you before blood spills” replied Aegon.

“There is no-“

“You only lost one eye, surely you’re not that blind, the girl is desperate for your cock-“ muttered Aegon.

“Well, she can remain desperate-"

“Listen to your big brother-you’ve only bedded what two women?” said Aegon.

“Three actually”.

“Three? Who was-oh yeah Alys that old whore from Harrenhal, I forgot about her” said Aegon.

“Hm”

“Well, that’s beside the point-I’m more well versed in the ways of women than you are, and I can tell you now that there are some women who don’t take no for an answer and when they set their sights on something they will do whatever it takes to get it” replied Aegon.

“Are you saying that I’m in capable of defending myself against unwanted attention?” asked Aemond, feeling a little insulted over his brothers insinuation.

“In a word-yes I am. That Lannister bitch has had you in her sights since she first arrived here and whilst you remain blissfully unaware-your wife does not”.

“What has Vaeryna said?” questioned Aemond.

���It’s not what she’s said brother, it’s what she hasn’t. No woman ever wants to see another woman pawing at their husband” exclaimed Aegon.

“Do you think Vaeryna will do something?” mused Aemond as he looked over at his wife who was indeed glaring at Cerelle.

“You do know who your wife is right? Whilst Ryna might be a woman, she’s as fierce as any dragon that ever existed, and a dragon will protect what they consider to be theirs-if Cerelle continues playing with fire she’s going to get burned” warned Aegon.

"Oh, for the love of seven" uttered Aemond as he spotted Cerelle walking towards him.

“This isn’t going to end well” urged Aegon grimacing.

“Aemy-I had thought you would ask me to dance” giggled Cerelle.

“I’m not much of a dancer my lady” muttered Aemond.

“That’s not true-he dances often with Vaeryna-you know his wife” said Aegon through gritted teeth.

“Oh, Your Grace, a man may dance with others if he so wishes” said Cerelle her voice mockingly sweet, the underlaying meaning of her comment lingered in the air.

“Not this man” whispered Aemond as he tried to move away from Cerelle.

"Oh, just one dance my Prince" exclaimed Cerelle reaching for Aemond's hand.

"My lady I really must protest-" retorted Aemond moving his hand away from Cerelle's grasp.

"Just one dance-surely you won't begrudge a lady-"

"Oh shit-" muttered Aemond.

“-I bid you farewell Lady Lannister-it was nice knowing you” exclaimed Aegon raising his goblet in a mock toast as Vaeryna came up behind Cerelle and seized her by the hair, dragging her away from Aemond who couldn’t help the surge of arousal that shot through him at his wife’s possessive display.

The fierce determination in her amethyst eyes as she spun Cerelle around and slapped her hard across the face.

Her face twisted with fury as she stood over the shaking form of Cerelle.

“You even dare to approach my husband again and I’ll knock your teeth out-I’ll slit your throat from ear to ear-I’ll rip your fucking face off-AEMOND PUT ME DOWN“ screamed Vaeryna.

“Take it easy there Issa nēdenka zaldrīzes” Aemond as he wrapped his arms around Vaeryna and hauled her away from Cerelle (My fierce dragon).

"No-she laid hands on you; I won't have it-she dares to think that she can take what is MINE" snarled Vaeryna as she struggled against Aemond's grip.

"Nothing to see here-" urged Aegon waving his hands in the air, as he tried to stifle his laughter.

Aemond dragged a furious Vaeryna from the throne room and hauled her against the wall, his arms pinning her body against the cold stone wall.

"Calm down-" urged Aemond.

"Don't tell me to calm down-she's been pawing at you for weeks and I can't stand it any-"

Vaeryna gasped as Aemond surged forward and pressed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss.

“Do you trust me ābrazȳrys” asked Aemond (Wife).

“You know I do” replied Vaeryna breathlessly.

“In that case I may have an idea to stop Cerelle’s pursuit of me-so would you do me the honour of meeting me in the library in half an hour” said Aemond.

“Ok” muttered Vaeryna feeling a little uncertain.

“Don’t worry Issa gevie perzys. Just make sure to wear something less constricting” replied Aemond as he turned on his heel and walked away (My beautiful fire).

Cerelle stared down at the hastily scribbled note and smiled. Aemond had asked to see her, mayhaps he was going to apologise for his clearly deranged wife’s violent behaviour, or he had finally realised their connection and was ready to give in and reciprocate her affections.

Admittedly the library was an odd place to meet, but it didn’t matter.

The moment she had been waiting for was finally upon her and Cerelle was determined to enjoy every single second of it.

As she approached the ornate double wooden doors, Cerelle took a deep breath to steady her nerves before a guard wordlessly opened the doors for her.

The library was almost shrouded in complete darkness save for the few lit candles, giving it an almost eerie yet romantic glow.

“Aemond” called Cerelle.

But no answer came and after a few minutes, Cerelle’s attention was drawn to what sounded like a breathy moan coming from between the bookcases.

As she moved through the labyrinth of tall bookcases, the sounds of moaning grew louder.

Cerelle stood stunned as she spotted Aemond, half naked with his breeches sitting low on his hips, his head pressed into his wife’s neck as he pounded into her.

“N-Nothing and no one compares to you” growled Aemond bracing his hand on the bookshelf as he brutally snapped his against Vaeryna’s.

He was so deep inside her that it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

“Aemond” gasped Vaeryna her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it ābrazȳrys, take every fucking inch of me-let me fill your sweet cunt” (Wife).

“Oh, please Valzȳrys. I want it. I want all of you” moaned Vaeryna (Husband).

“FUCK” roared Aemond as he hauled Vaeryna away from the bookcase and placed her the edge of a desk.

“Yes-Yes Aemond, Oh gods” breathed Vaeryna.

“I fucking love you-I love you so much” growled Aemond his eye finding its way to Cerelle who shivered as he smirked at her, the sapphire nestled in his eye socket glinting in the candlelight.

Aemond continued to stare at Cerelle as he mercilessly fucked his wife, filling her over and over again with sharp penetrating thrusts.

The muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing as he moved with a brutality that Cerelle had never seen before.

“Aemond-yes, right there. Don’t stop-don’t stop” cried Vaeryna the tears running down her pale cheeks.

“That’s it Issa jorrāelagon. Come on daddy’s cock” rasped Aemond (My love).

Cerelle couldn’t help the flare of arousal that shot between her thighs when Aemond lurched forward and wrapped his lips around one of his wife’s erect nipples.

Suckling greedily and he reached down and began expertly circling her pearl with his long fingers.

“AEMOND” screamed Vaeryna her entire body seizing before going slack and pliant.

“FUCK-I’m going to come-“ groaned Aemond.

“I want it-fill me with your seed Issa dārys” gasped Vaeryna (My King).

“FUUUUUCK” roared Aemond, his head thrown back as his rope after rope of his seed spilled inside his wife’s cunny.

“Aemond” breathed Vaeryna as her husband collapsed on top of her.

“I love you so much-“ replied Aemond.

“-And I love you” whispered Vaeryna.

“I never want you to doubt my love, no one will ever compare to you-my soul mate”.

“Issa idañnykeā perzys” muttered Vaeryna (My twin flame).

“I see that our observer has fled” said Aemond staring at the vacant space that Cerelle had occupied mere moments ago.

“Husband” breathed Vaeryna as she slid her hands into his long silver hair and pulled his face towards hers.

“Wife” replied Aemond as he pressed a kiss to her soft lips.

Vaeryna gasped as felt her husbands cock hardening inside her.

“I think I need to have you again” moaned Aemond as he withdrew his cock from his wife’s cunny until only his tip remained and then thrust forward again.

“You may have me as many times as you desire my love” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“Hm-” sighed Aemond his tongue licking at the seam of Vaeryna’s lips.

His plan had worked perfectly, Cerelle wouldn’t be a problem anymore. She had seen for herself the passion and love that Aemond and Vaeryna had for one another, what a silly lion she was to even think that she could come between two dragons.

As they watched the golden carriage depart the Red Keep, Vaeryna couldn’t help but notice the sly smiles plastered across Aegon and Saeryna’s faces.

“-And what are you two so happy about?” asked Vaeryna.

“We may or may not have left a little going away present in the carriage for the Lady Lannister” said Aegon shrugging.

“Dare I ask-“ mused Vaeryna as a loud shriek echoed across the courtyard.

“I guess she found the slugs” laughed Aegon.

“Or the maggots” replied Saeryna.

“I thought we agreed on slugs-where did you get the maggots from?” asked Aegon as he lifted Saeryna into his arms.

“Found them in the Maester’s room and then I put some in a jug and poured them in a cushion in the carriage” replied Saeryna.

“A-A cushion” exclaimed Vaeryna.

“Don’t worry mama. I left the zippy part open” shrugged Saeryna.

“Gods I love this kid” laughed Aegon.

“I thought I was being nice leaving her presents, not my fault she doesn’t like them”.

“Spoilt bitch” muttered Aegon as Saeryna nodded quickly.

“I’m not going to get into trouble am I mama?”

“No, my sweet you’re not. In fact, I must insist that you receive a reward, how about a new doll or a new dress. Perhaps both?” said Vaeryna smiling.

Saeryna giggled sweetly and pressed her face into Aegon’s neck.

“You know I pity the fool who dares try to court this little one when she’s of age” said Aegon.

“You and me both”

“Is everything ok?” asked Aemond curiously.

“Everything is perfect my love” replied Vaeryna as she took her husband’s hand and headed back inside the Red Keep.

As Vaeryna gave one last fleeting towards the golden carriage moving rapidly away from the Red Keep, she couldn’t help but wonder if Cerelle would ever dare show her face again.

Probably not if her children had anything to with it. What treasures they were.

All eight of them, mayhaps even nine as the moontea Vaeryna had requested that morning had remained untouched in her chambers.

[arcane-vagabond]

Singing in the Sanctuary: Chapter Four

Singing in the Sanctuary: Chapter Four

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw is a simple man. Well, as simple as one can be while living a life of crime. The notorious outlaw of the western territories has never been interested in settling down and having a family, but will that all change when he meets a shy, new teacher who just moved into town?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Older sibling being harsh on the younger, Allusions to self-esteem problems, Mentions of drinking, Mentions of hangovers, Bradley flirting, One use of "y/n," Reader being a blushing mess. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 2.7k

Series Masterlist || DGU Masterlist

It had been exactly two weeks since your children had decided that they would be doing a play to help raise funds for the new schoolhouse, but still, they were no closer to figuring out what the play would actually be.

“It should be an adventure!” Grinned Billy Seresin.

“Nuh uh,” frowned Josie Carmichael, “it should be a romance.”

“What about a fairytale?”

“I want it to have a fight scene!”

And here you sat, slumped against the wooden counter of the bar, at your wit’s end and lamenting to your friends on what to do. Penny and Bunny kept their hands busy by cleaning the glasses behind the bar and Natasha sat to your left, patting your back sympathetically. You wished the ever practical Scout was around to assist you in your plight, but she and Jake Seresin had left for Baltimore the week prior and wouldn’t be back until after the New Year. Scout had worried what people might think about the two traveling on their own, and you had had to bite your tongue to keep from pointing out that the two of them were practically engaged as it was, but your words would have been met with a scowl and rant about the perils of gossip. Scout was known to have a bit of a temper, and you weren’t keen on being on the receiving end of it. So, you had smiled placatingly and reminded her that her brother had given his seal of approval, and that had been enough to ease her worries.

“What’s eatin’ at you?” Penny asked you, brow raised curiously. You sighed in defeat, tears springing to your eyes as you thought about your current predicament.

“The children are going to do a play to help raise money for the schoolhouse.”

“And that’s an issue because?” Bunny asked, eyes darting to Penny to see if she could shed some light on the situation. The older woman shrugged, frowning as she turned her attention back to you.

“Because,” you grumbled, “It took us an entire week to settle on doing a play. Now they can’t decide what play to do.”

“Ah,” Penny said, leaning against the bar top, “what are the suggestions?”

“Some want to do Cinderella, some want to do Snow White, and others want to do Sleeping Beauty,” you groaned, feeling your bottom lip tremble as you felt all the frustration from the past week rise up from deep inside of you and to the surface. You were good at shoving the negative feelings down inside of you. Your childhood had given you plenty of practice when it came to that, but now the emotions tended to come out all at once and at inopportune times, something your mother had often lamented about.

“Why don’t you just let them make their own play up?” Bunny asked thoughtfully. Your gaze darted to the girl in front of you, intrigue replacing the sorrow that was once there.

“Let them do their own play?” You asked her. Bunny seemed to hesitate for a moment before nodding, a tight smile on her face that came off more as a grimace on her pretty features.

“That way everyone can do something they like?” She said as more of a question than an answer. You felt the stirrings of excitement in your tummy as you mulled over her suggestion. It could work. If the children come up with their own play, then they can work together to make sure everyone has a say and no one would feel left out. It was perfect! Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

Your elder sister often admonished you growing up for being, what she believed, was too naïve.

“Get your head out of the clouds,” she’d snap, a scowl on her face as she looked you over. “The world isn’t all rainbows and butterflies, y/n. The sooner you realize that, the better off you’ll be.”

She was right, but her words had stung nonetheless. You wanted to see the good in everybody and every situation. If that made you naïve or immature, then so be it.

“That’s a wonderful idea, Bunny!” Penny grinned, turning her gaze to you. You nodded enthusiastically, a grin splitting across your face as you looked back at the bar girl.

“It really is!” You exclaimed, leaning back and away from the bar. A smirk made its way onto your lips. “Have you ever thought of becoming a teacher?”

“Me?” Bunny scoffed, shaking her head. “No, I wouldn’t know what to do. Besides, I can’t even read.”

Your eyes widened. “You don’t?”

“No,” she said softly, looking down and away from you. She shifted on her feet, looking as if she was willing the ground to open up and swallow her whole. You supposed it wasn’t that uncommon for people to not know how to read, but Bunny always looked so put together, that it never occurred to you that the other girl wouldn’t have the skill set. You pursed your lips, wondering if your new thought would be too impertinent to suggest to the other girl. Bunny was someone who was quiet, yes, but she had an air of pride and confidence about her that you often found yourself admiring and wishing you had.

You knew you were a timid, little thing. You were the youngest of two girls, and your sister was the crown jewel of your family. She was beautiful, confident, and had a mind that could accomplish most anything. You wanted to be that way, but you knew deep down that you weren’t. A fact your parents often pointed out to you. Now, seeing the capable woman in front of you looking small at such a minor detail made you want to help.

“I can teach you,” you said finally.

“What?” She chuckled, sounding almost startled. Her gaze flickered back to you as her brow pinched in confusion. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Well,” you smiled, “it’s a good thing you won’t have to then. I’m volunteering!”

Bunny’s frown deepened, and you suddenly found yourself second guessing your decision.

“Unless you don’t want to learn?” You murmured, now feeling awkward as you sat at the bar.

“No, I,” she trailed off. She chewed on her bottom lip as she regarded you for a moment. With a heavy sigh, she continued, “I would actually really love that, Birdie. As long as it doesn’t take up too much of your time.”

“It won’t,” you chirped, hopping off the bar stool and making your way towards the exit. The evening crowd was slowly filing in after a long day’s work, and you weren’t keen on being around once the drinking started.

“Let’s start tomorrow, okay?” You called over your shoulder with a wave at the two women behind the counter. You didn’t wait for a response as you pushed through the growing crowd and out the door.

The next morning brought you some much needed free time. Saturday mornings were usually when the town market was in full swing, and you were determined to get there early enough to snag the best tomatoes for dinner that night. Penny insisted that you didn’t have to do much around the house, but you couldn’t imagine not doing anything. You refused to be a burden, no matter how much she assured you that you weren’t.

Of course, you weren’t planning on living in Penny and Maverick’s home for forever. No, once the school was built, you’d move into the new building until your own home was built. However, that was a ways off, and as far as you knew, construction hadn’t even started on the schoolhouse yet.

Lost in thought, you passed the old church, stopping when something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. Underneath the large tree, a figure lay slumped against the roots, a hat covering the face of whoever it was. Cautiously, you approached the figure, different scenarios racing through your mind. Did the heat get to him? Did he need a doctor? Perhaps some water? Or maybe he was hurt? Penny and Bunny told you about the bar fights that sometimes broke out at the saloon where the loser would slink off with a wound or two.

“Excuse me, sir?” You called out. The man didn’t move, and you looked around to see if anyone else was present. The street was deserted, most of the folks either getting ready for another cold snap or down at the market trying to secure the best produce before anyone else. You knew the dangers of approaching men while alone, but you didn’t think you could live with yourself if something awful happened and you had done nothing to help. You approached him quietly, setting your basket down by the entrance as you did so. As you got closer, you let out a relieved sigh once you saw his chest slowly rising and falling. He wasn’t dead, just asleep.

“Sir?” You called out again, this time a little louder. The man stirred, muttering something in his sleep. You were practically standing next to him now, worrying on your bottom lip as you debated how best to handle the situation.

“Sir?”

“What?” The man snapped, snatching his hat off of his face and fixing you with a glare. You blinked a couple of times at the man in front of you as your brain played catch up with what you were seeing. The man also seemed a little taken aback as he took you in, realization dawning in his brown eyes. “Birdie?”

“Bradley?”

Bradley blinked up at you before shuffling to a stand, and you backed up a few steps to allow him room. He smacked at his trousers, attempting to get as much dirt off of him as he could while giving you a sheepish smile.

“What are you doing here?” You asked him, eyeing him wearily as he took a couple of short steps towards you. The stench of alcohol hit you almost instantly, and you wrinkled your nose at him as your gaze turned from confusion to mild disgust. “You smell like a distillery.”

“Yeah,” he winced, rubbing the back of his neck as he gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Are you drunk?” You asked him, narrowing your eyes as you scanned him up and down. His clothes were wrinkled and smeared with dried dirt. The top couple of buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and you cursed yourself for the heat that instantly rose to your cheeks as you took in the hard muscle that lay underneath. Bradley’s eyes followed your gaze, looking down at the state of himself, and then back at you with a smirk that suggested he knew where your thoughts were heading.

“‘M not drunk, little bird,” he drawled, leaning towards you. He winced when the sunlight his his face, scowling slightly as he leaned back into the shade. “Hungover as hell, maybe. But I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Why is it that you almost sound disappointed by that fact?” You grumbled, scowling at him. Bradley shifted on his feet before giving you a shrug.

“Beats being hungover, I guess.”

“You could just not drink so much,” you suggested, earning a bright grin from the man in front of you.

“Now where’s the fun in that, Birdie?” He chuckled. You pursed your lips, studying him once again. It wasn’t often that Bradley Bradshaw grinned. He smirked, yes, but his grins were few and far in between. They gave him a boyish quality that you found strangely endearing, and you found that you wanted to see him do it more. More so, you wanted to be the reason he smiled like that.

The grin faded from his face as you studied him, and a thoughtful look of his own crossed his features. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pursed his lips and looked over towards the old church before glancing back at you.

“Do you want me to stop drinking?” He asked. You balked at his question. Why was he asking you that? What did your opinion matter? Bradley seemed like the type that didn’t much care for what anyone thought of him or what he did, that much was clear from his illegal activities.

“What I want shouldn’t matter,” you said carefully, clasping your hands in front of you and looking away. You felt his gaze linger on your face as you looked anywhere but at him. You weren’t used to being assertive. No, you were the type to make yourself smaller to please others, and you were fine with that. You didn’t need the attention on you, and you had always been fine with that. But standing there in front of Bradley, for the first time in your life, you found that you wanted the attention on you. More specifically, you wanted to hold Bradley’s attention. That thought scared you.

“It matters to me,” Bradley murmured, leaning towards you again. His eyes were intense as they took you in, sliding down the length of you, and you squirmed under his gaze. An unfamiliar heat pooled in your belly as you met his eyes, the heat becoming stronger as they bore into you, his look almost hungry.

“You should stop drinking because you want to,” you countered, cursing how breathless you sounded, “not because someone told you.”

Bradley regarded you for another moment, a twinkle in his eyes as he looked you over once more. Finally, he leaned back, smirking as he dug around in his pocket. You sighed, thanking whoever might be listening for the slight reprieve.

“I have something for you,” he said, and your eyes widened at the declaration.

“A gift?” You asked him. “Whatever for?”

“Just because I saw it and thought of you,” he replied, pulling out a light blue ribbon with white lace trim from out of his pocket. You gasped, excitement filling you at the small trinket.

“Oh Bradley,” you breathed, reaching your fingers out to touch the shiny fabric. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s not much,” he said, suddenly looking shy. You noted how odd the expression looked on him, but your attention was pulled back to the ribbon as Bradley held it up.

“I thought you might like it.”

“I love it,” you smiled, looking up at him. A small smile crept onto his face at the sight of you, and he gestured for you to turn around.

“May I?” he asked.

“Oh, of course,” you giggled, turning so that he could replace the lilac bow in your hair with the new one. His fingers were surprisingly gentle as they ran through your hair, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to have his fingers somewhere else on your person. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you willed the salacious thoughts away. A good girl should not being having the thoughts you’re having.

Once the ribbon was secured in your hair, Bradley leaned forward.

“There,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your ear and across your cheek. You stiffened in front of him, shuddering as his fingertips danced over your neck. “All done.”

Slowly, you turned back to face him. You looked up at him through your lashes, a soft smile playing on your lips. Bradley returned it with one of his own, fingertips skimming over the soft skin of your cheek.

“Where are you headed?” He asked you, breaking the charged silence between the two of you.

“Oh,” you blinked, moving towards the gate where you had left your basket. “I was headed for the market to get things for dinner.”

Picking up the basket, you turned to find Bradley had followed you, already leaning against the gate as he smirked down at you. Plucking the basket from your hands, he placed his unoccupied hand at the small of your back, guiding you back onto the street.

“Let’s get going then,” he winked. You tried not to think about how warm his hand felt against you, and you tried not to think about the stares people gave you as the two of you walked onto the main street. You certainly tried not to think about the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach every time you caught him looking at you.

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[redcreeksavannah]

(  kristine  froseth  .  cis  woman  .  she  /  her  ) .  ⸻  savannah  grady  , a  twenty  -  five  year  old  ,  has  survived  another  day  in  red  creek  where  they  have  lived  for  nine  years  .  the  southern  belle  is  known  for  being  eccentric  and  insecure  and  is  often  associated  with  the  smell  of  lavender  and   cigarette  smoke   ,  pumpkin  chai  tea  lattes  ,  smudged  eyeliner . in a small town where they work  as  a   baker  for  early  rise  bakery  &  cafe  +  the  drummer  at  redstone  bar  word  travels  fast  .  it’s  hard  to  keep  a  secret  ,  and  it  looks  like  the  boogeyman  knows  that  redacted .

trigger warning for mentions of abortion, anxiety, emotional abuse, pregnancy

STATS.

full name: savannah elizabeth grady

age: twenty-five

hair color: dirty blonde / light brunette

eye color: blue

piercings: both ear holes, left ear cartilage

tattoos: too many to count, they are all across her body, most of them either stick n’ poke or done by her friends 

distinguishing features: freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, contagious laughter, legs that go for days, a crooked but friendly smile, a southern accent that never quite went away 

preferred style of clothing: mostly thrifted clothing or anything passed down from her aunt or borrowed from her friends with like minded style. she is really big on cardigans or jackets over flowy dresses/skirts/maxi skirts. mixing feminine/soft/girly pieces with band tee's or something more casual.

frequently worn jewelry/accessories: funky earrings/rings/jewelry that has been made by her or bought, friendship bracelets, her infamous yellow bookbag, worn down sneakers and cowgirl boots.

sexuality: bi-sexual/bi-romantic

occupation:  baker  for  early  rise  bakery  &  cafe  +  the  drummer  at  redstone  bar

positive traits: adventurous, eccentric, warm

negative traits: reckless, insecure, naive

CHARACTER INSPIRTATIONS.

peyton sawyer (one tree hill), lexie howard (euphoria), lane kim (gilmore girls), julie taylor (friday night lights)

CHARACTER PLAYLIST.

tied together with a smile - taylor swift

gypsy - fleetwood mac

matilda - harry styles

mess it up - gracie abrams

AESTHETICS.

the smell of lavender and cigarette smoke, the banging of drums, the taste of refreshing lemonade on a hot summer's day, infectious laughter, baby pink scrunchies on your wrist, thrift shop adventures with an iced chai tea latte, freckles sprinkled across cheeks, mascara stained pillowcases, a field full of sunflowers, blasting your favorite songs alone in your room

MINO BIO / HEADCANONS.

savannah was born as youngest of two children, growing up in a small town in rural kentucky. her mother, a bakery owner and her father a teacher/football coach, the grady's could be considered a 'white picket fence and perfect' family.

the grady family grew up on a small family farm, with your typical farm animals and crops.

she grew up in a very strict and religious family. this meant going to church multiple times a week, praying before every meal, volunteering in the local community, and not falling victim to anything secular.

hard-work was an ethic that was drilled into the grady children since birth. if savannah wasn't helping around the farm or the bakery, she was keeping up with her school work or extra curricular activities (such as beauty pageants, girl scouts, and cheerleading).

savannah has always struggled with feeling like the black sheep of the family, constantly feeling over shadowed by her older brother, older to her by two years. he was always more extroverted and naturally talented with sports and other extra curricular activities. savannah on the other hand? she was more on the introverted and eccentric side. not taking a liking towards football and any sports for that matter. she was much more interested in reading or sneaking on the family computer to listen to music on youtube (but always deleting her browsing history).

savannah tried her best to play the role of a well mannered, perfect daughter. going with the flow and playing the parts to make her parents 'proud of her', but in the back of her mind, she always felt like she wasn't the golden child. she struggled with always feeling slightly inadequate in comparison to her brother. if her brother was getting straight a's and scoring touchdowns, she was only getting b's and winning second or third in beauty pageants or other competitions. she couldn't quite measure up, feeling like she could never be her true self and show her true colors.

music became a coping mechanism and outlet for her when she entered into her late middle school and high school years. always trying to be a kind soul to her fellow classmates, she befriended some of the more 'loner' girls of her grade level. after hearing 'gypsy' by fleetwood mac on her ipod, savannah commented on the song and saying she enjoyed it. after doing a deep dive and discovery of fleetwood mac's further discography, there was no turning back. she wanted to learn more, discover more music. making a secret youtube channel and joining music blogs, she started her journey of discovering more artists/bands. she felt slightly guilty doing this, feeling like she was living a double life.

as she transitioned into her high school years, that is when she began a bit of a rebellious streak. she could be found sneaking out a few nights a month with friends, headed to the next few towns over to underage drink and sneak into concerts. her parents had no idea what she was doing but strict parents raise sneaky kids....

when she was sixteen, she began a secret relationship with a senior at a rival highschool of her's. savannah was drawn to the older boy, the total dirtbag rocker type who was in a crappy garage band with hopes of making it big. they bonded over their music tastes and not so favorable homelives. she was head over heels for him, not knowing anything else since this was her first serious relationship with anyone.

their relationship ended very abruptly after savannah discovered she was pregnant after losing her virginity to him. feeling terrified and not knowing what to do, savannah would end up having an abortion behind her parent's back. her bestfriend and her mother drove her to a clinic a few hours outside of town, trying their best to provide comfort towards her.

savannah struggled pretty hard with the aftermaths of it, cutting ties with her boyfriend and claiming that she had to end things due to her parents finding out about their relationship. her mother would find out about the abortion a few months following it after discovering a journal entry from savannah. savannah secretly kept a journal under one of her floor boards, along lighters, a small bag of weed, and skimpy clothing/band merch she knew that she couldn't wear around her family.

her parents were furious at her, exploding in front of her and showing just how disappointed in how much things she had been hiding from them.

they would choose to ship her off to her aunt gina who lived in northern michigan, in the town of redcreek. basically choosing to disown her, they wanted her hours away from kentucky and out of their hair.

soooooo she went to southern living to midwest trailer park living, the adjustment not being the easiest?

it takes a bit for her to adjust to life within redcreek but she is able to complete high school, having made a small group of friends from the cheer squad and other hobbies. she was far from being part of the popular crowd in comparison of her previous school, but she was okay with that.

college was in the back of her mind but she wasn't interested in pursing a degree right after graduating. her aunt gina didn't want to pressure her into making any choices and doing what felt right for savannah.

currently she is just kinda vibing at the moment, working at a baker at the early rise cafe and bakery and also being the drummer at the redstone bar. her ultimate goal in life would be for the band to break into mainstream success or to work within the music industry in other capacities.

OTHER FUN FACTS.

she has not spoken to her parents since she moved to redcreek, she has considered calling or writing a letter to them, but feels like for her own mental health, it's for the best she still keeps the distance. she occasionally keeps in touch with her older brother, giving him random life updates every few months through texts.

despite the hardships she has gone through, she still tries to have a soft heart with others.

she loves her morning cigarettes / the devil's lettuce ;)

is a cat person 1000000%

fleetwood mac is her all time favorite band

can be considered an introverted extrovert. is 100000% a talkative person when she is high/drunk. If she is comfortable enough in your presence, she can open up.

her love language is physical touch and food. she loves cuddling with her friends and hugs! (even just in a platonic way). she also loves being that friend to make your favorite meal or snack if you had a bad day.

she is a mom friend who can always be seen sporting her beloved yellow bookbag. It’s one she has had for years, covered in her favorite pins, buttons, and decorated in song lyrics and notes from her friends. It is usually filled to the brim with a mix of random and useful items. her friends often tease her saying that she can live out of that damn bag of her’s. 

is very competitive with claw machine games.

she is definitely the kind of friend to not ask for gas money and will wait for you while you tie your shoes.

she has a decent online following on instagram/tiktok. she makes mostly lifestyle and cooking contact. she has had a few of her tiktok videos gone viral from her vlogs at the bakery and her grwm's with her outfits, people feeling drawn to her eccentric style of dressing.

the key to her heart is sour candy and sunflowers.

mixed drink of choice of a vodka redbull.

LOVES thrifting, most of her clothes are thrifted <3.

is a bit of a hopeless romantic but is such a sucker for rom com's!!!!

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 19

Dual posted to my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future and Previous: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Upon leaving town, Barrett paused to look around, flicking up the tertiary eyelid to check for signs of life. Good. No other syor or their minions had noticed Hope and followed. No partner harpies scouting the area. He tensed his stomach, the motions of regurgitation becoming more familiar. It was still annoying to release a human. But for Hope it was worth it. He felt her on his tongue again after bringing her up. While the weight in his stomach had been nice while he had been back in the syor town, he had missed seeing her and missed her scent. Back to the uncomfortable woods, away from his fine house… for her sake. He would eventually have to find a more permanent solution.

Meanwhile he plucked her from his mouth, using a cloth to wipe her off a bit. A fresh one he had retrieved from his house, softer and cleaner, and with a nicer pattern than the handkerchief he had been using before. Laying it over her shoulders to protect from any chilling breezes. “There we are little one. Couldn’t have you out while other syor were around… but now I can show you some of my treasure! Not all of it of course, couldn’t carry it all, but if I’m going to get you fancy things, I needed some more funds.” 

He watched her pull the cloth around her shoulders like a blanket. Why was that so cute to watch? Is this what syorians feel towards humans? Why they don’t have humans as meals? He hoped he didn’t start feeling like this towards more than Hope. Food could be hard to come by! He couldn’t be picky when hunting!

He closed his eyes. Best not to think about it. He looked at Hope again, reaching into his bag with his spare hand and pulling out a beautiful blue sapphire. “Here! Look at this one! Sapphires are at the center of the king’s crown, you know, so obviously they are the best. This one is very clear, no blemishes.” He cocked his head… she wasn’t looking at the sapphire he put by her at all! Why didn’t she focus on the gem? He heard her muttering something. His ear twitched as he tried to understand… something about her dad… and the thieves? What was she talking about them for, they were dead and gone…

Humans were very confusing. “Hope… this gem is very special to my collection… So you should look at it… because you are a special human. Don’t think about things dead and gone. I will show you pretty things and you can look at them and be happy.” He decided to try the next item, setting an emerald ring next to her. “I actually made this one. You can see it’s a little rough, was my first time making jewelry. Took several retries to get it how I wanted. Perhaps if I learn the spell to get small, I can make jewelry for you.” Barrett was disappointed she wasn’t reacting much, but tried a few more times before just starting back towards camp, he could try again later. Maybe she needed to calm down because she knew how dangerous a syor town could be.

When he tried to interact with her the next day it wasn’t better. If anything it was worse. He set her down to watch her make breakfast but  she didn’t put the same effort in as usual. It was not for lack of supplies, her food cart was full, so that did not make sense. He didn’t know anything about the weird way humans and syorians prepared food, but he definitely had grown to understand the amount of time and care she put into the task. She’d also used the supplies to make other things that didn’t use food in them. Seeing her eating stuff straight from the cart was… odd. She had plenty of time to sleep while in his belly, so she shouldn’t be tired, right? So he just watched her, waiting until she seemed done to try to show her the sapphire again. He frowned when she cringed from his reaching hand. Why was she like that? He had told the truth like any proper syor should and she had been unharmed! It didn’t make sense to him. 

The next couple days Hope showed no improvement, in fact she got worse.. At first he was pleased that she no longer cringed away from his hands, until he realized it was due to failing strength. Every day she grew more quiet. Every day she ate less and less. Only occasionally did she prepare even a small fire to cook with. Now that he was paying more attention he noticed a few more bizarre things: she had more moisture on her clothing, even though she was not very active, and was resting under a tree. And her scent… it was different. just slightly off… saltier perhaps? And the scent itself was stronger than it normally was. He didn’t like it. He wanted her to smell like she did before, and talk to him like she did before.

He thought about what happened before her behavior got worse. He had enjoyed having her in his belly, where no other Syor could harm her or even taunt her... but he did not like how she was acting now. He did not like that she cowered like when he first got free of the rocks, and now he did not like that she wasn’t… She had been starting to talk to him again! And now he did not like that she wasn’t.... He did not like this... but he did not know how to get his Hope back to how she was when he was trapped and she was saving him.

Taking her to the tailor to get fine clothing hadn’t improved her mood the first time, nor did trying to show gems, jewelry, and precious metals this time. Nothing he tried worked and it frustrated him. New fancy things always made him happy! He lay on the cot in the tent he had bought, his little human under his hand on his chest. At least she seemed to enjoy laying on his chest as long as he didn't disturb her much. He thought back to when he was trapped. She had been collecting plants… she had seemed happy when he was watching her before she saw him. She had been taking something off the top of the plant, but he didn’t understand what or why. 

Again he wondered if she might be a terran, rather than an average human. Of course she was above average, she was special.  Terrans were like humans, only born with a magical affinity for one element. Like the geomancers who set the trap. But Hope was not a geomancer or she would have used earth  magic to free him. Perhaps she had an affinity for water, or plants.  Or perhaps she was an average human and was using spells. With spells, non-terrans could still learn magic, just like giants could even though all giants had in-born magic. Anyone could learn magic if they wanted. His kind… did not usually want to do so.  “Hope? Are you a terran? If you are, you haven’t used your magic lately or I would have smelled you are terran… but you were after plants when I found you…” He paused, waiting for an answer. But got none.

He moved his hand and lifted her up to look at her. Usually even scared she answered direct questions… She was acting odd. He sniffed at her, holding her close to his face and squinting to focus better. She seemed a little pale. She felt warmer and was shivering… Was she sick? Was it his fault? Her clothes were wet again… this wasn’t right! “Hope? What is going on? Why are you wet and shivering? Why is your scent odd?” He got no answer… but she touched her throat and shook her head. “You… something with your neck?”

Barrett was confused and upset. He didn’t know enough about humans to understand what might be wrong. But he understood enough to know something definitely is wrong. He tried to think… he had been sick before and his whole body ached and shivered and his eyes, especially his tertiary eyelid, would pound in his skull. Did humans get sick the same that syor and syorian did? They didn't have a special eyelid, but besides that… would they feel the same? And would the same treatments help?

Barrett stroked Hope’s hair. Now that he wasn’t trying to get her to talk and was just holding and looking at her, she just lay down in his palm. She looked tired even though she hadn’t been doing much. Even though she had seemed unhappy after the trip to the syor town, she wasn’t trying to avoid him. He saw she was shivering and cupped his other hand over her to provide warmth. He would have to go to the syorian town. They spent time around small folk. They would know more about humans like Hope.

Barrett reached the town quickly, growling more than usual at anyone who even looked at him wrong. He needed to think. He knew the man at the fruit stand was talented in healing magic, but wasn’t a trained physician. He needed an actual doctor this time. He paused. Snarled at someone who came too close as he clutched his precious human to his chest. He would need to ask for help. But he didn’t want anyone besides a doctor near what his problem was and nobody was going to want to talk to him while he was acting like this… he would have to be insistent.. He walked over to a herbalist’s stand, shoving aside a customer who seemed to be finishing a purchase. Just a worthless naga. Lucky they weren’t out in the woods… a mid sized naga like this one would be a few days of meat. He started talking to the herbalist to get information about a local small folk doctor, moving the hand covering Hope as he gestured while speaking. He first had to convince the lady he hadn’t done anything to Hope he just needed to know where a doctor who treats small folk is. Then Hope’s weight vanished from his hand.

A roar erupted from him as he slashed his claws through the tail of the naga that had stolen her.  His claws easily sliced through the scales and flesh, even scratching at the bone. Miraculously the naga did not drop Hope as she jerked back, “Take it easy! You said you needed a doctor!” That’s when Barrett finally took in the fact that this naga he had previously shoved aside was wearing the telltale light blue jacket with the medical rune on it that doctors wore. Barrett frowned, “Oh… sorry… but you just… took her. I thought someone stole her…” The naga sighed, “I was stopping by here to get more ingredients for treatments… heard how frantic you were.” Her tail twitched as with one deft hand she did… something… to slow the bleeding. . “You owe me a wound salve, very expensive, and I need to have my nurse heal me properly before I actually work on this human.”

The naga set the girl back on Barrett’s hand, “I am far too injured to slither now so you will carry me,” the doctor insisted. Barrett frowned, but did not object. The naga was much smaller than him, but also a fair bit bigger than Hope. Stood maybe 20ft tall? Easy for a giant to carry. Barrett used his free hand to pick up the naga, letting it’s tail droop over his arm. The naga gave directions to the clinic, actually not far from the herb stand and an alchemist. Barrett used his back to push the door open, then walked over to the counter where a syorian nurse was making notes. The nurse arched a brow at the sight of claw marks on the doctor before stepping around to pick up the doctor and heal her. 

The lady doctor spoke to the male nurse about what happened, the nurse stealing a surprised glance at Barrett upon hearing that he, a syor, wanted the human treated. “How unusual. Syor aren’t usually so defensive over the few minions that are kept…” Barrett gave a snarl, “Hope is no minion! She is precious, special.” The nurse looked even more shocked, “That… I haven’t heard a syor speak of a human like that… but Doctor Lenora is very good at what she does.” Barrett was starting to calm at the reassurance of this doctor’s skill. He held out his hand with hope and the nurse sighed, “Take her to the room over there. Normally we take them to the small folk rooms, but she is in poor shape so please take her to the giant room instead. The doctor will be in to see you once I have taken care of her injuries.” Barrett frowned briefly before heading into the room. His ears perked as he overheard the conversation in the other room. The doctor was complaining about needing healing and to wash up blood. Barrett almost laughed when he heard the nurse reply, “-Your own damn fault. You could see how possessive he is and you know better than to take something from a syor. Honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t closer to dead than alive.”

Exactly, Barrett silently agreed, dumb naga’s own fault she got clawed. 

After a few minutes, the doctor entered from a side door sized perfectly for her. “Good morning. I am Dr Lenora McCoy. Seems you have a new patient for me.” Barrett was tense at the doctor’s presence, so calm after he had just attacked her, even if the wounds were now partially healed and bandaged up. He nodded. “Hope isn’t speaking to me. She smells odd, stronger and seems to be shivering,” Barrett explained as he lowered his hand for the doctor to examine Hope. He growled as he noticed the doctor moving Hope into a different position and putting something to her ear. “What are you doing to my Hope? Be careful with her.” McCoy paused, “My job. At the moment checking her temperature. The illness seems to be hitting her far harder than it should… Has she been under abnormal stress? That can weaken the immune system…” Barrett frowned and looked away as he thought. Had she handled the trip to town worse than he thought? “I… had to visit my house. In a syor town. I suspect knowing where we were was hard on her even if she was safe in my belly.” He noticed the doctor arch a brow, but stayed silent as she continued to examine Hope.

Barrett watched closely, occasionally growling at how the naga interacted with Hope, but trying to keep his possessive instinct under control. The naga had coaxed her to sit up, and was currently looking in her mouth. Barrett wasn’t sure why Hope’s mouth needed to be looked at. Everything the doctor did seemed pointless or unimportant. It took pressing her for answers several times before she caught on, and she started to explain everything she was doing. And yet his nerves were still on end. He tried to explain. Many times. Didn’t she understand how hard it was? He was allowing someone, a stranger, another predator, to interact with his precious Hope while she was vulnerable. His own predatory instincts were heightened just being near injured prey, and occasionally that prey’s injured tail was still twitching. He could not be distracted. 

Barrett’s ears perked again as the naga spoke softly to Hope, and a deep growl left his throat as he slammed his claws into the table next to her. “Did I hear you asking her about leaving me? Do you want to end up dead? Right now you are taking care of my Hope but if you take her from me I won’t hesitate. I will bite off your tail before devouring the rest of you, and I won't care if it gets me banished from town” The doctor tensed, “It’s my job to make sure she is safe and well. Normally with a syor is not safe.” 

“No, that is my job!” Barrett snarled. Then he went quiet as he considered, “I see… you are trying to protect her. Like I do. So this is an exception. She is mine to protect.” 

Dr McCoy seemed uncertain for a moment but nodded, “Alright… based on my examinations she likely has a bad upper respiratory infection.” Seeing Barrett's blank but accepting expression she continued, “Her illness has weakened her and caused damage to her throat. She needs soup and other soft things to eat until she recovers. But she is not well enough to cook for herself. It looks like she did mix some sort of medicine to help with it, but the alchemist next door can provide something a bit better since she doesn’t have the strength to brew her own concoctions.” 

The doctor considered for a moment, “You clearly want to help her, make her well again, right?” Barrett hesitated a moment with naga staring expectantly at him but nodded, “Yes. She is special. I want her well again.” He cocked his head, watching McCoy rub her forehead, “And I assume you will not tolerate leaving her with us?” Barrett growled at even the mere suggestion of it. “My point made,” she said a bit more sternly, “Hope needs rest, hydration, and nutrition more than anything. Medicines from the alchemist will help, but without rest and food she will get worse. I will write out what to get from the alchemist, and since you will refuse to leave her in our care, providing her with said care, including specialized meals, will be up to you.”

Barrett nodded with only a hint of reluctance. “I will ensure she recovers,” he said with more conviction. 

 “Glad you understand. Since my nurse is the same size as you he will explain how a giant your size cares for a sick human,” McCoy said, writing out what needed to be gotten from the alchemist next door. “These potions… they should help ease her symptoms a fair bit. My nurse will have suggestions on how you can care for her.” The naga held out the paper with the large writing to Barrett. Barrett took it, glancing it over and then reaching to pick up Hope. 

Barrett was not happy the doctor still seemed so unsure he could properly care for his Hope, so he decided to prove his point about how she was his to take care of. He made sure he was gentle as he scooped her up into his palm, “Don’t worry Hope. I’ll get you better. Even if I have to learn that weird way you make your food. I’ll figure out what to do.” He looked up at the doctor again, “Thank you.” 

He first reached for coins to pay the doctor, but paused when an idea struck him. The coins fell back between his fingers into the treasure purse and brushed against his gems. He knew by touch alone each and every gemstone. Barrett didn’t like giving up a gem… but with how important this was to him, how important Hope was to him… if the illness got worse it could have cost her life. He pinched his fingers around a small ruby and with minimal hesitation, placed it on the counter. The doctor immediately understood the gesture, and thanked him. He felt… warm from hearing the thanks. An odd feeling. He stared at the ruby a moment longer as the doctor picked it up, then turned around to go speak to the nurse. Parting with a gem was never easy.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The nurse started by instructing him on heating water and adding premixed packets to boiling water. An especially tricky thing for a giant to do with such small volumes. And it needed to cool before giving it to Hope or it could hurt her. At first the nurse recommended utilizing a shrinking charm. Shrinking to small folk size would make it much easier, but Barrett hated the idea of shrinking down. Felt too vulnerable to be small. Un-syor-like. The nurse understood and instead was able to point him to purchase some tools that syorian used to work with smaller objects. She also suggested that instead of mixing the foods himself, he could go to the cafe or bakery to get soup for Hope. They would have jars of soup. Just warm up a little and it would be ready to eat. Of course that meant being in more syorian places, full of little tasty humans.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The medicine would be equally hard to interact with. The doses would be impossible for him to prepare without shrinking. But the nurse informed him the alchemist could pre-mix that as well. So when Barrett went to the alchemist with the list of medicines, he requested that. The bottles were so small. He couldn’t read them but when he showed them to Hope she appeared pleased, so he assumed it was correct. The alchemist indicated a single bottle with all the doses would be one coin, but the time to divide them into smaller portions meant the single dose bottles cost more. A few coins for the medicine. Syor rarely needed medicine, but buying the single doses was almost what he spent on medicine for himself once!

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The extra humans in those places made him antsy. Made him want to hunt. Humans and other small folk everywhere. Food. Everywhere. He needed to keep focus. Cafe and bakery to get the weird food for Hope. He may very well be the first syor ever going to these shops. Syor didn’t really shop for food. Just hunt. Occasionally scavenge for in season fruits and the like. It felt so weird to even think about going to these places, and now he stepped foot into them, holding Hope to his chest to stave off her chills. To keep her safe as he went in this place. Did something syor just don’t do.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

The cafe was by far the worst. Humans, nemeran beastfolk, and whatever other small folk milling around, nervous when they saw him but otherwise unconcerned. So off guard. So easy to snatch and swallow… if not for the syorian nearby that would stop him. He made it to the counter, facing the clearly shocked and confused syorian shopkeepers. More shocked when he moved his hand to show them Hope nestled there. Barrett told them the doctor said her throat is bad and he needed the right foods for her. One suggested grouse soup was traditionally used by humans and other small folk when ill. Barrett had no idea what grouse was, but if it was what she needed, he would get that. The shopkeeper was talking about… some other food now. Something with duck? He knew what ducks were. Now mentioning pheasant… something.  He didn’t know what.. The different things were getting confusing. So he decided to get a couple of each. Let Hope have her pick. These small folks moving around tempting his hunting instincts, having to spend money on these weird syorian foods… it was so un-syor-like. It was wrong. 

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Next stop would be the easiest one. The clothing shop, at least they knew him there. For once he couldn’t focus on the fanciest and nicest garments. He needed to get Hope a soft robe to wear while sick. She was shivering even in his hand. She needed to be as comfortable as possible. It was so tempting to see if she could try on a couple of the newest dresses they had… Hope even looked up at him, the look of concern clear on her face. His heart sank… an awful feeling.  He told them he needed a robe and nice night clothes for Hope because she is sick. Fortunately they had her measurements from previous visits and were able to find something that was close to her fit, just slightly larger. The tailors also suggested he purchase something for himself, something with special embroidery that would be easier for a human to hold onto. Something that had pockets with soft lining for Hope to be secure and warm in. That made her smile. And he used another gem. He hated how plain the sleepwear and robe was, how it didn’t fit what a proper syor would spend money on.

But for Hope, it was worth it.

Back in camp he settled her onto his cot in her cozy new sleepwear with his own blanket snuggled around her. He reread the note from the doctor, and the additions onto it from the alchemist, the chef, the baker… so many instructions. He gave her the first dose of medicine, reading up on what the alchemist and doctor said. Food was more important than medicine, the doctor said. He held out the bowl of grouse soup balanced on a claw. Not so precarious, as the syorian cafe worker had provided tiny metal bowls and suggested he make a divot at the center of each to make this easier.  . He watched over her as she sipped the soup, ignoring that some spilled on his blanket. The mess was unimportant. 

He made sure she had as much as she could of it. He read over the chef’s notes on storing the soup for later. Close the lid. Place it in the enchanted marble container. Make sure the storage container is properly closed. Set it in a safe place so it won’t be knocked over. He considered. He wasn’t as practiced moving stone as he was metal. It required the right movements to control earth and stone or he would have freed himself from the rocks…. This took careful gestures. A small end table of stone carefully shaped, a rim to reduce the chance of things on it being bumped. He wanted to make it look fancy, he wanted to give it that special syor touch… but that was not the priority right now. So he placed the food storage container on it. The box with the many jars of medicine. The written instructions. 

For long days he labored. For long nights he barely slept, instead sitting vigil to watch over her. To make sure she was doing better. Sleeping soundly. Breathing properly. The first sound of her voice again made his heart swell. When was the last time he felt that way? He couldn’t think of a time. But even a hint of her voice didn’t make him rest. He kept at it. Every dose of medicine. Every drop of soup. Until she was fully well again. 

Because for Hope, it was worth it.

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Tides of Fate

In a world where powerful creatures known as sirens come to the shores of Paradis, the scouts are thrust into an unexpected alliance—one that is sealed through an ancient and seductive bonding ritual. Each siren has chosen a mate, and through their connection, the scouts are granted extraordinary powers.

As the bonds grow Mikasa’s jealousy threatens to unravel her. But the real danger lies not just in broken hearts, but in the lurking threat of Marley and those who seek to capture the sirens for their gain.

Power, desire, and duty collide, forcing the Scouts to navigate new emotions and alliances in ways they never imagined. Through danger, love, and sacrifice, the tides of fate will decide if their world will rise or fall. (Eren, Levi, Floch, Jean, Armin, Connie, Bertholdt, Reiner x OCs)

Chapter 49: A Legacy of Hope

Three years had passed since the treaty with Marley was signed, and Paradis had undergone a transformation no one could have anticipated. The island had become a sanctuary for sirens from across the globe, offering them a place of peace and safety in an otherwise chaotic world. Thousands of sirens now called Paradis home, their hauntingly beautiful voices weaving a serene symphony that harmonized with the waves crashing against the shore. It was a place where the sea and the land existed in perfect balance, a rare and treasured peace.

The people of Paradis had initially been wary of the sirens, their ethereal beauty and mysterious powers sparking curiosity and fear. But over time, they came to see them for what they truly were—peaceful beings who only sought a place to live free from the persecution they’d faced for centuries. The sirens, in turn, embraced their new home with gratitude, contributing to the community in unique ways. Their presence enriched Paradis culturally and spiritually, making the island a beacon for unity.

The bonds formed between the sirens and the people of Paradis had created a thriving, interconnected community. Many sirens had bonded with soldiers and even civilians, their partnerships resulting in the birth of numerous siren-human children. The little girls, sirens like their mothers, inherited their enchanting voices and bizarre hair and eye colors, while the boys, human like their fathers, displayed an innate love for the sea. Some even had hints of their mothers' striking features, their hair reflecting shades of the ocean or their eyes glimmering like polished shells.

The island bustled with the vibrant energy of this new generation, a symbol of hope and resilience. The beaches were often filled with families, children’s laughter mingling with the rhythmic crash of waves as sirens played with their offspring in the shallows, their voices weaving lullabies carried by the wind.

For the first time in years, the scouts had found peace, their lives no longer dominated by war and loss. Eren, Levi, Floch, Jean, Connie, Armin, Bertholdt, and Reiner had all settled into lives they never dared to dream of, surrounded by the people they loved most.

Eren sat by the shoreline, his hand resting protectively on Luna’s swollen belly. She was radiant, her white, coily hair flowing down her back as she leaned against him, her fingers laced with his. The two of them watched the waves roll in, their bond stronger than ever. Eren had never thought he’d live to see this day, let alone the promise of a child on the way. Luna’s pregnancy brought a new sense of purpose to his life.

“Do you think the baby will have your eyes or mine?” Luna asked, her voice soft as she placed her other hand on her stomach.

Eren smiled, his thumb brushing against her hand. “Hopefully they’ll have yours,” he said confidently. “They’ll be just like their mother—a leader, strong and beautiful.”

Luna chuckled, though tears glistened in her eyes. “And maybe they’ll have their father’s stubbornness,” she teased.

Eren’s laughter echoed, carefree and genuine. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

Levi, meanwhile, sat a short distance away, his injured knee stretched out before him as Aria lounged in his lap. She was playing with his hair, twirling the strands between her fingers while their two-year-old daughter toddled around the sandy shore, clutching a seashell she’d found.

“She’s a little menace, just like you,” Levi muttered, watching the toddler squeal in delight as she waved the shell at a passing crab.

Aria smirked, her lavender eyes sparkling with mischief. “She’s perfect, just like her grumpy dad.”

Levi scoffed, but his lips twitched upward. “You mean spoiled, just like her bratty mother.”

Aria chuckkled before leaning closer, brushing a kiss against his temple. “She’s lucky she has us.”

Levi’s expression softened as he wrapped an arm around her waist. For the first time in years, he felt a semblance of contentment. Despite the ache in his knee that would likely never fade, he had everything he needed.

Nearby, Floch was chasing after his eldest son, a five-year-old with wild auburn hair and endless energy. Bria sat under the shade of an umbrella with their newborn cradled in her arms, their middle child napping beside her. She smiled as she watched Floch scoop up their son and spin him around, his laughter echoing across the beach.

“Daddy’s being silly again,” Bria murmured to the baby, who cooed in response.

Floch jogged back to her, panting but grinning. “I think we’ve got a future soldier on our hands,” he said, plopping down beside her. He leaned over to kiss her forehead. “You okay? Need anything?”

“I’m perfect,” Bria replied, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thanks to you.”

Reiner sat with Rue and their two-year-old son, who was building a sandcastle with a concentration that rivaled his father’s. Rue’s head rested on Reiner’s shoulder, her hand stroking their son’s sandy hair. Reiner couldn’t believe how much his life had changed. For years, he had carried the weight of guilt and regret, but now, he had something worth living for.

“He’s going to be just like you,” Rue said, her voice filled with affection.

Reiner chuckled, brushing a kiss against her hair. “Let’s hope not. He deserves to be better.”

Rue tilted her head to look at him. “You’re already better, Reiner.”

Further down the beach, Mikasa sat under the shade of a tree, a soft breeze tugging at her long black hair. Aiden knelt beside her, a small picnic spread between them. The two had become inseparable over the past three years, their bond deep and unshakable.

Aiden reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You look happy,” he said, his voice warm and sincere.

Mikasa smiled, her eyes soft as she looked at him. “I am,” she admitted. “I didn’t think I’d find this… peace, love. But you’ve given me both.”

“And you deserve it,” Aiden replied firmly. He took her hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “I promise to spend every day making sure you never doubt that.”

Their engagement had been announced weeks earlier, and Eren had been among the first to congratulate them. It had been a turning point in their relationship, Eren’s genuine happiness for Mikasa helping to mend the lingering pain between them. Mikasa had grown close to Luna as well, their shared experiences forging a bond of mutual respect.

Mikasa glanced down the beach, spotting Eren and Luna. Her chest no longer ached with regret or longing. Instead, it swelled with gratitude for the paths they had all taken and the happiness they had found.

“I never thought I’d see him like this,” Mikasa said, nodding toward Eren. “Happy, at peace.”

Aiden followed her gaze, his lips curling into a smile. “He’s building the life he always wanted. Just like you are.”

She leaned her head against Aiden’s shoulder, her hand resting over his heart. “Thank you, Aiden. For everything.”

The other scouts and their mates were scattered along the beach, sharing quiet moments of love and laughter. Jean and Solara walked arm in arm, their closeness speaking volumes. Connie and Caspia splashed in the shallows, their playful banter echoing across the waves. Armin and Melody sat under a tree, their hands entwined as they discussed their plans for starting a family. Bertholdt and Sera sat together, their heads bowed close in quiet conversation.

The waters of Paradis shimmered under the golden sun, a sanctuary not just for the sirens but for everyone who called it home. The peace they had fought so hard for had finally arrived, and they were determined to cherish it.

As Luna leaned against Eren, her hand resting on her belly, she whispered, “Do you think this will last?”

Eren’s arms tightened around her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “It will,” he said firmly. “Because we’ll fight for it. For them.”

For their children. For their future. For the hope they had created together.

…

Later on that evening, the cool sea breeze swept over the beach as the scouts and their loved ones gathered around a large bonfire. The flames crackled and danced, casting flickering shadows across the sand. The air was filled with the smell of salt and woodsmoke, and the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore created a serene backdrop for the intimate gathering.

Nearby, the children of the scouts and sirens lay nestled together in a cozy pile of blankets, their soft snores and murmurs adding to the tranquil atmosphere. After a day spent playing and running along the beach, they had exhausted themselves, leaving their parents free to enjoy the evening.

Eren sat with Luna at his side, her head resting on his shoulder as his arm wrapped protectively around her. Her other hand gently caressed her slightly rounded belly, a gesture so natural and full of love that it drew smiles from the group.

Levi leaned back on a large driftwood log, his injured knee stretched out in front of him. Aria sat close to him, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm. Though his stoic expression remained, the small, contented quirk of his lips betrayed his ease.

Floch and Bria were seated nearby, Floch’s hand absently running through Bria’s burgundy hair as they exchanged whispered words. Jean had his arm around Solara, while Connie and Caspia were laughing softly at something Sasha had said. Reiner and Rue sat hand in hand, their son dozing peacefully between them.

Mikasa and Aiden shared a quiet moment off to the side, her engagement ring glinting in the firelight as they exchanged soft smiles. Armin and Melody sat close together, Melody’s head resting on Armin’s shoulder as they listened to the gentle hum of conversation around them.

Hange, as always, was full of energy, poking at the fire with a stick and occasionally tossing in twigs to keep the flames alive. She glanced at Luna, her curiosity evident. “Alright, Luna,” she said, her voice cutting through the peaceful quiet. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. Tell us one of your stories. Something juicy.”

Luna chuckled softly, her deep, melodic voice carrying over the crackle of the fire. “Something juicy, huh? Alright, I’ve got one for you.”

The group leaned in, intrigued, as Luna straightened slightly, her hand still resting on her belly. “Do you remember when we first arrived in Paradis, three years ago?” she began, her gaze sweeping over the familiar faces. “Before we revealed ourselves?”

The scouts nodded, and Eren tilted his head in curiosity. “You told me you guys had been observing us,” he said. “But you never really went into detail about it.”

Luna’s lips curved into a playful smile. “That’s because there’s a tradition among sirens. When we’re intrigued by a potential mate, we observe them from the water for weeks before revealing our eyes to them. It’s our way of deciding if they’re worth the risk.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze locking onto her. “If I remember correctly, I’m pretty sure you were stalking on us.”

“Observing,” Luna corrected, her tone teasing. “Big difference.”

The group chuckled, and Luna continued. “When we first arrived in Paradis, we kept to the depths of the ocean, watching the humans from a distance. It was fascinating to see how you all worked, especially you scouts. The way you moved, the way you fought, your loyalty to each other—it was unlike anything we’d ever seen.”

Her gaze turned to Eren, her expression softening. “I remember the first time I saw you, Eren. You were standing on the shoreline, staring out at the sea like you were searching for something. There was this fire in your eyes, this determination that drew me in.”

Eren’s cheeks flushed slightly, but he smiled. “And you decided I was worth the risk?”

Luna nodded. “Yes, but there’s more to the story.”

Her gaze shifted to Levi, and her smile took on a mischievous edge. “Did you know, Captain, that when we first observed the humans of Paradis, you were detected as the strongest man on the island?”

Levi’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that so?”

“Absolutely,” Luna confirmed. “As the leader of my pod, I would have had the right to choose the strongest mate. Siren tradition and all that. But…” Her gaze flicked to Eren, and her smile softened. “I was already intrigued by Eren. He had something that called to me, something beyond strength.”

Aria let out a small, nervous laugh, and Luna’s smile widened. “Besides,” she added, her tone turning playful, “I couldn’t possibly take Levi away from Aria. I’d never seen her so smitten with a man before.”

The group erupted into laughter as all eyes turned to Aria, whose cheeks turned a vivid shade of red. She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Luna, no,” she mumbled.

“Oh, yes,” Luna said, thoroughly enjoying herself. “The moment Aria saw you, Captain, she was done for. Love at first sight, as you would say. I’d never seen her look at anyone like that before.”

Levi glanced at Aria, his sharp gaze softening as he took in her embarrassed expression. “Is that true?” he asked, his voice low.

Aria peeked out from behind her hands, her face still flushed. “Maybe,” she admitted reluctantly. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

The group’s laughter only grew louder, and even Levi allowed himself a small, rare smile. “Too late,” he said dryly, earning another round of laughter.

As the laughter died down, Luna leaned back against Eren, her expression thoughtful. “Looking back, I think everything happened the way it was meant to,” she said softly. “We found our mates, our home, and our peace. It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it.”

Eren pressed a kiss to her temple, his arms tightening around her. “It was well worth it,” he agreed.

The group fell into a comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire and the distant sound of waves filling the air. Their children continued to sleep soundly nearby, their peaceful faces a testament to the brighter future they had fought so hard to create.

Aria, who was still recovering from the embarrassment of Luna’s teasing, shifted uncomfortably in her spot next to Levi, trying her best to avoid his knowing gaze.

But Levi was never one to let things slide.

Seated with his back resting against a piece of driftwood, Levi turned his sharp gray eyes toward Aria. His smirk was subtle but unmistakable, and Aria immediately knew he was about to start trouble.

“So,” Levi began, his tone dry but teasing, “love at first sight, huh?”

Aria’s lavender eyes widened in horror, her cheeks turning a deep crimson. “Levi,” she hissed under her breath, glancing around at the others, who were already stifling laughter. “Don’t start.”

But Levi wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms as he continued. “You know, I thought I imagined it at first. The way you looked at me when I first saw you. I mean, it’s not every day a pair of glittering lavender eyes stares at you from the water.”

The group erupted into laughter, and Aria groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hate you,” she mumbled, though her voice lacked any real malice.

“No, you don’t,” Levi replied smoothly, his smirk widening. “You’re the one who was practically throwing yourself at me back then. It’s not my fault you were obvious.”

Aria peeked out from behind her hands, her gaze narrowing. “I was not obvious,” she protested, though her flushed face told a different story.

Levi raised an eyebrow, his tone turning playfully smug. “Yes you were. You swam close to me and started batting your eyelashes.”

Aria rolled her eyes. “Well regardless, you weren’t exactly welcoming,” she pointed out. “You shut me down about a million times before I finally won you over..”

“Of course I did,” Levi replied matter-of-factly. “I didn’t trust you or any of the sirens fully. For all I knew, you could’ve been a threat.”

“And yet,” Aria said, her tone turning playful, “you ended up falling for me anyway.”

Levi shrugged, his smirk softening. “Even though you were annoying as hell, there was something about the way you looked at me. I couldn’t explain it then, but it was… familiar. Like you already knew me.”

Aria’s cheeks flushed again, but this time, she didn’t look away. “That’s because I did,” she admitted quietly. “I’d been watching you for weeks. I knew how strong you were, how dedicated you were to your people. I’d never seen anyone like you before.”

The group fell silent, the weight of Aria’s words settling over them. Levi’s smirk faded, replaced by a rare, genuine smile.

“And that’s why you didn’t give up,” Levi said, his voice low. “Even after I ignored you, avoided you, tried to push you away. You kept coming back.”

Aria nodded, her gaze unwavering. “Because I knew you were worth it.”

The fire crackled softly, the warmth of the moment sinking into everyone present. For a long moment, no one spoke, the unspoken bond between Levi and Aria speaking volumes.

But of course, Levi couldn’t let the moment end without getting in one last tease.

“You were persistent, I’ll give you that,” he said, his smirk returning. “Relentless, even. Like a barnacle.”

Aria gasped, her lavender eyes widening in mock offense. “A barnacle? Did you just compare me to a barnacle?”

The group erupted into laughter once more, and Levi shrugged, his expression unapologetic. “What can I say? You latched on and didn’t let go.”

Aria crossed her arms, her lips twitching as she tried to suppress a smile. “I hate you,” she repeated, though her tone was filled with affection.

“No, you don’t,” Levi replied smoothly, his voice softer now. “And you’re lucky I’m too stubborn to let you go.”

The firelight flickered between them, their banter giving way to a shared smile that spoke of years of trust, love, and understanding.

As the night wore on, the group continued to share stories and laughter, their bond as strong as ever. The children stirred occasionally in their sleep, their tiny forms illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. And though the night grew colder, the warmth of their love and camaraderie kept them all close.

For Levi and Aria, the journey that had brought them to this moment was anything but easy. But as they sat together, surrounded by their friends and family, they knew it was worth every struggle.

…

Later on that night, Levi sat slightly apart from the group as Aria leaned against his chest. Despite his usual stoic demeanor, Levi’s face was softened by a rare look of quiet contentment. The firelight reflected in his sharp gray eyes, which flicked between his friends and the horizon.

“This feels strange,” Levi murmured, his voice low but audible to Aria.

“What does?” she asked, tilting her head back to look up at him.

“Not worrying about the next fight,” he admitted. “For the first time in… forever, there’s nothing hanging over us. No titans, no Marleyans, no siren hunters. Just... this.”

Aria smiled, her lavender eyes shimmering. “It’s about time you let yourself breathe,” she said softly. “You’ve done enough, Levi. More than enough.”

He glanced down at her, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. “Not sure if I’d call this retirement,” he said dryly, nodding toward the sleeping children. “Pretty sure you and that little one of ours keep me busier than any mission ever did.”

Aria laughed quietly, reaching up to brush her fingers against his cheek. “You love it,” she teased. “Admit it.”

Levi didn’t answer, but the warmth in his eyes said enough.

Nearby, Eren and Luna stood ankle-deep in the surf, their hands intertwined. The moonlight caught the soft curve of Luna’s belly, which Eren couldn’t seem to stop touching. His large hand rested protectively over the small swell, his thumb tracing lazy circles against her skin.

“Does it feel real yet?” Luna asked, her voice as gentle as the waves lapping at their feet.

Eren chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No,” he admitted. “But I’m not sure it ever will. It still feels like yesterday we were fighting for our lives.”

“And now you’re about to be a father,” Luna said, a teasing lilt in her tone. “You’ve come a long way, Eren Jaeger.”

He turned to her, his blue-green eyes filled with a mixture of awe and love. “I wouldn’t have made it this far without you,” he said honestly. “You’re the reason I kept going.”

Luna squeezed his hand, leaning her head against his shoulder. “And you’re the reason I took the risk of revealing myself,” she replied. “You gave me hope, Eren.”

Behind them, Floch was attempting to teach Bria a song he remembered from his childhood, though his off-key rendition was earning him more teasing than praise. Bria, with her burgundy hair glowing like a halo in the firelight, was trying her best to mimic his melody but couldn’t help dissolving into giggles.

“You’re terrible,” Bria said between laughs, leaning against him.

Floch grinned shamelessly. “And yet you bonded with me anyway. So who’s the real fool here?”

Bria playfully swatted his arm, her laughter blending with the warmth of the night.

On the other side of the fire, Mikasa sat with Aiden, their fingers intertwined as they talked quietly. Her engagement ring caught the firelight, its subtle sparkle drawing occasional glances from the others. Aiden was leaning in close, whispering something that made Mikasa smile—a soft, genuine expression that Eren hadn’t seen in years.

“She looks happy,” Luna said, noticing Eren’s gaze.

“She is,” he replied, his tone filled with relief. “For the first time in a long time.”

Mikasa caught Eren’s eye and gave him a small smile. It wasn’t the awkward or pained expression of the past but one filled with understanding and peace. They had finally come to terms with everything, their bond as close as ever, though now built on a foundation of acceptance and mutual respect.

Nearby, Reiner and Rue were watching their two-year-old son sleep, his sandy blonde hair sticking up in unruly tufts. Reiner’s large hand rested gently on the boy’s back, his expression uncharacteristically soft.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” Rue said quietly, her voice tinged with wonder. “Three years ago, we didn’t even know if we’d survive.”

Reiner nodded, his brown eyes filled with gratitude. “I never thought I’d have this,” he admitted. “A family. A chance to live without looking over my shoulder.”

Rue reached for his hand, her fingers threading through his. “You deserve it, Reiner. We all do.”

As the night wore on, the conversations grew quieter, the group basking in the warmth of each other’s presence. They had fought for this peace, bled for it, and now they were determined to protect it. The sirens and their mates had created something extraordinary—an alliance between their two worlds that was thriving beyond anyone’s expectations.

Paradis had become a sanctuary not just for the sirens but for the hope of a better future. The people of Paradis had welcomed the sirens, and the bonds between their communities had only grown stronger. Siren-human children played along the shores, their laughter a testament to what was possible when love and understanding triumphed over fear.

As the fire burned lower, casting long shadows across the sand, Luna looked around at the group, her heart full. She rested her hand over her growing belly, a smile playing on her lips.

“This,” she said softly, catching everyone’s attention. “This is what we were fighting for.”

The scouts and their mates nodded in agreement, their faces lit with quiet pride.

For the first time in years, the horizon held promise, not fear. And as the waves whispered against the shore, carrying their dreams into the vast unknown, they knew they had built something worth fighting for—a legacy of love, peace, and hope that would endure for generations to come.

The End.

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The Gilded Age's Broadway Divas: Mrs. Bruce (Celia Keenan-Bolger)

Despite having a largely underdeveloped Downstairs role in The Gilded Age, Mrs. Bruce runs the Russell household like a tight ship. From averting near-disastrous soup escapades, to catching escaped dogs in the dusty streets, she approaches her job with no-nonsense competence, all while totally unable to reach the high shelves.

For the first time, Celia Keenan-Bolger (45) has broken free of her child typecast cage to play a fully grown adult with adult responsibilities and it must be such a thrill for her. Those unfamiliar with Celia may not be aware of her illustrious career playing children on Broadway as a grown adult.

In 2005, Celia (26) made her Broadway debut in The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee as twelve-year-old Olive Ostrovsky, a precocious spelling bee contestant who should have won, dammit, and I'll die on that hill. In 2011, she (31) played thirteen-year-old Molly Aster in Peter and the Starcatcher, nominated for a Tony the same year as her brother Andrew Keenan-Bolger (Newsies). In 2018, she (40) starred in To Kill a Mockingbird as six-to-nine-year-old Scout Finch, for which she won a Tony. This coming spring, Celia (46) will once again be a child on Broadway as she takes on the role of Jessica Lange's teenaged daughter in Mother Play. (List non-exhaustive)

#1: "Green Finch and Linnet Birds," Sweeney Todd (2002)

In one of her earliest professional roles, Celia (24) takes on sixteen-year-old Johanna Barker, the daughter of the titular Sweeney Todd, who has become Judge Turpin's ward. This is not great for her. But the role was. Too often, this particular song gets the short end of the stick. It's long, slow, and very high, yet Celia approaches it with a controlled vibrato that makes us all sigh in relief.

The Kennedy Center production featured a fantastic cast, including Mary Beth Peil as The Beggar Woman, Broadway's Leading Man Brian Stokes Mitchell as Sweeney Todd, and our very own Agnes van Rhijn, Christine Baranski as Mrs. Lovett.

#2: The Light in the Piazza - Pre-Broadway (2003)

Before Kelli O'Hara took on the role of Clara Johnson, a young woman whose mental development stunted at age twelve after being kicked by a horse, the role belonged to Celia Keenan-Bolger (25). Ultimately, when the production moved on from Chicago, the creative team decided they wanted a Clara who was a little older. Kelli, who had been playing Francesca, the sister-in-law, was unwilling to "steal" a role from someone she considered a dear friend, but either way, Celia was out, so Kelli was in with minimal damage to their friendship, which persists today.

However. Some years later, when South Pacific was auditioning their Nellie Forbush actresses, the final three came down to Kelli O'Hara (who got it), Celia Keenan-Bolger, and Victoria Clark, who won a Tony for playing Margaret, Clara's mother, in Piazza. Talk about awkward.

#3: "The I Love You Song," The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee (2005)

Losing out on Clara wasn't all thunderclouds for Celia (26). Shortly after, she landed a role in the off-Broadway production of Spelling Bee, and when it transferred to Broadway, she received her first Tony nomination.

In this scene, Olive sings the most heartbreaking and beautiful number in the entire show. It is just devastating. Up until this point, the show is a barrel of laughs, and then suddenly you're sobbing your eyes out over a lonely little girl in a bad home situation.

Will Celia Keenan-Bolger ever be allowed to play an adult again? How long until she is no longer able to play children? How did she get the role of Mrs. Bruce if she's only allowed to play kids? All questions we have no answers to.

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Don’t fear the reaper part 8

Ghost x F!OC

I’ve written this to be read as a stand alone smut chapter, takes place after Alone in MW2

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, p in v, f in v, praise kink, alluded breath play, unprotected sex

A/N - I’m trying to best to get back into my writing cause I miss it. I’m not overly confident lmao I hope you enjoy. The description of Ghost in this is inspired by this and this … the very talented @shkretart their depiction of Ghost is stunningggggggggggg.

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Ghost had managed to commander a vehicle outside the church in Las Almas. Soap took the front seat and you jumped in the back, taking full advantage of the long seat to yourself. Stretching out you strapped a belt around your waist to stop you from falling off and closed your eyes. The sound of rain on the metal roof soothed you into a peaceful slumber.

The jeep gently came to a stop, Soap reached behind him and stroked your arm. ‘We’re here.’ Small muffled moans escaped your mouth into the leather seat. Stretching you sat up and took in your surroundings, you were in the country side. Parked under a single withered tree the sun teased itself over the horizon, staining the sky with a pink hue.

Eventually getting out of the jeep you jumped down onto the sandy floor beneath you. Soap and Ghost were already approaching the building. ‘Alejandro’s safe house’ Ghost stated.

‘Why didn’t he tell me?’

You could feel Ghost roll his eyes from where you were stood. ‘It was need to know.’

‘What if I needed to know?’ Soap pouted.

‘Shhh.’ Ghost cut him off instantly, causing you to giggle.

You never tired of their relationship, they were like petulant children, two brothers constantly arguing. As you approached them Soap nodded towards an opening in the wall, ‘give you a lift?’ Scowling at him you shook your head ‘age before beauty darling. Off you go.’

Rolling his eyes Soap scaled the wall and jumped in, Ghost hot on his tail perched in the opening. You stood arms crossed waiting for the all clear. Ghost eventually jumped down, appearing to forget your mere existence. Pacing round outside you Zkicked the stones beneath your boots.

The heavy doors groaned as they were pushed open ‘comin?’ Ghosts voice beckoned from the darkness. Entering the safe house you were greeted by Rudy who brought you into a tight hug. ‘Rudy I’m so glad to see you! Are you ok?’ You cupped his face and offered him a bright smile. ‘Yeah I’m good.’

Rudy filled you in on the safe house, the prison where Alejandro was being held and what the plan was. He and Soap were going to scout of the area around the prison, see if there was a better way in rather than scaling the walls. This was at Soaps insistence, he knew you wanted some alone time with your Lieutenant. Always thinking of you that man.

Soap offered you a wink as he left the safe house, pulling the door shut behind him. You sat on one of the hay bales and looked up at Ghost, to find him already staring. You beckoned him over a subtle grin fanning over your lips. As he prowled over to you he removed his vest and holsters, dropping them to the floor with a clatter. You spread your legs atop the bale resting your hands in between your thighs. ‘Take it off Riley.’

He knew exactly what you were referring to, his mask.

Reaching up he hooked a finger under the rim before pulling it forward over his head. Sandy ruffled hair was revealed to you, before his mask slowly revealed his features. Thick sandy brows, a scar through his left, two smaller scars above his right. Large pointed nose, chiseled cheeks a sharp jawline and thin but plump lips. He had a sprinkling of stubble along he jaw and mouth. It took you aback, how truly beautiful he was. His umber eyes met your own as his gaze softened, his whole demeanour changed. This was your first time meeting Simon.

He slid himself in between your legs, caressing your thighs with his thick hands. You placed your hands over his, as you looked up at his face, memorising every imperfection, every mark. He was perfect to you. ‘Hi’ you whispered. He bumped his nose with yours, ‘hi.’ You felt giddy, finally being able to see his entire face felt like you were being let in on a state secret. You weren’t able to stop the smile from overtaking your face, you’d hadn’t felt this happy in years. You weren’t even sure when the last time you were happy was.

He smiled back at you, a perfect smile (of course), ‘don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile so much’ he muttered. Trailing your nails along his jaw you tried to find the courage to say what you wanted to. He saw you hesitate and nudged you again with his nose, silently urging you to speak. ‘Never had a reason to be before’ you managed to croak. He took both hands and cradling your face he pulled you into a tender kiss, it was borderline loving.

You slid your fingers into his waist band, the mass of butterflies swarmed and collided in your stomach. A small muffled moan fell from your throat into the kiss, causing him to slide his hand to the back of your neck. With his other hand he pulled your lower back closer to him to lie you down. Positioning himself on top he wrapped your legs around his waist. Without meaning to you you arched you back, pushing your hips into his. ‘Steady’ he warned ‘we got time, they’ll be an hour at least. Need to take my time now I have you.’

His words were like nothing you’d experienced before, no one had ever wanted to worship you like this. But that’s exactly what he wanted to do, to worship every part of you. He’d wanted to ever since he saw you in the shower that day, tattoos laced across your skin, your curves, your porcelain skin. You became a silent obsession.

His kiss was slow, methodical, like him, he wanted to savour morsel of you. He never wanted to forget anything about you. Draping your arms around his neck you laced your fingers through his hair, not wanting to let go. His forearms encased your head between them, his imposing stature towered over you, you’d never felt so small.

The kiss started to pick up pace, desperation leaking into it. He swiped his tongue along your lip, you met his tongue with your own as allowed the kiss to progress. It was the two of you in this moment, the previous weeks of built up tension finally being acknowledged and released. Placing his hand on your cheek his thumb caressed your skin, as he tried to pull you into him even more. Breaking off the kiss you giggled up at him ‘you tryin to eat me?’

He rolled his eyes stifling a laugh, his nose still pressed against yours he slipped his knee in between your thighs. Pressing it against your pussy. The sudden pressure caused you to jolt, a low whispered moan came from the back of your throat. ‘So pretty when you moan’ he cooed as he bent down to kiss you once more.

You pulled at the bottom of his top, signalling for him to remove it. Obliging he pulled it off, his sculpted scar ridden body now fully visible to you. Light hair dusted his chest as well as the defined trail of hair placed between his defined hips. He noticed the twinkle in your eye as you dragged your eyes down his body. He offered a toothy grin as he removed your base layer, revealing to him your tattooed body. ‘Beautiful’ he muttered, sliding his hands up your arms he positioned them above your head as he kissed your neck.

Holding your wrists between his large hands he snaked his hand to your trousers. Popping them open with ease. You gasped into his ear as he slipped his hand into your underwear. ‘Please don’t tell me stop sweetheart’ he begged against your neck. The desperation in his voice caught you off guard, ‘fuck … no no keep going, please.’ Dragging a finger along your slit you threw your head back at his touch, at him finally touching you like you wanted.

A guttural groan fanned across your collarbone at your wetness. Teasing your clit slightly he then inserted a finger before adding another. Slowly he began to pump into your cunt, the noise was sinful. He gathered your arousal on his fingers before pressing his thumb against your clit. Your mouth fell open as he worked your pussy with his slender fingers, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm. He felt you tighten around his fingers ‘not yet, need you to cum on my cock, need to feel that pretty cunt.’ You squealed with shock and excitement at his words. ‘Fuck me, get on top’ he said kissing your neck in between every word.

As he led back on the vale of hay you could finally take in how flushed he was, sweat adorned his body from the humid air. Climbing on top you undid his trousers pulling out his cock, thick and heavy, pre-cum already glistening at the tip. He sat up slightly to watch you sink down on him, but you stopped as soon as the tip went past your lips. Teasing him with slow movements, not fully let him in. He threw his head back and arched his back as he gripped the hay beneath him. ‘Fuck … please please please’ he whimpered. Placing your hand around his throat you squeezed gently ‘have you been a good boy Simon?’ You asked raising an eyebrow as you looked down on him.

‘Fuck … yes …. please’ he voice was strained as you teased his cock even more. ‘What do good boys get Simon?’ His voice got lost in the depths of his throat as he panted beneath you. Leaning in close you hovered above his lips lowering your voice to husky whisper ‘they get good things.’

With that you sank down fully onto him, bottoming out. His eyes rolled the back of his head as he slammed his hands against your hips. A desperate moan filled the safe house as he filled your tight cunt, you rolled your hips on top of him. His hands guiding you as you did so. Your black hair framed your face in the messiest way, it covered your eye as you smiled down on him. You looked like the devil himself, a wicked smile plaster across your face.

He furrowed his brows as you leant forward your hand still on his neck, as you began to bounce your hips. Slapping your ass you could feel yourself coming close. Kissing him you moaned at the feel of him stretching you with every movement. ‘Fuck you feel so good’ he managed to breathe, ‘so fuckin good.’

Sitting back up you gathered your hair in your hands above your, stretching your body before him. He trailed his hands to your ribs and dig his nails into your skin, leaving marks. You hissed at the delicious pain you felt on your skin. Muttering his name like a prayer you played with your clit chasing your high, chasing the ecstasy you desperately needed. ‘That’s it, use me, cum on my cock’ his demanded. As he felt you tighten around him, your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut. He gripped your throat and twisted your hair in his hands as you came undone around him. ‘Atta girl, keep goin’ … so fuckin perfect.’

Feeling completely cock drunk you clenched your legs around his waist. He pulled you forward onto your hands as he thrust up into you, the sound of skin on skin echoed around the safe room. You panted into his neck as you let him use your cunt. His thrusts began to get sloppy, tired, as he neared his own high. His moaned rattled in his chest as he came in you, filling your pussy with his cum. Claiming you for himself.

Sinking back down onto him, you sat up slightly, his pupils blown wide. He pulled you into a loving embrace, kissing you again. You felt warm and fuzzy, his eyes were soft and relaxed as he watched you. ‘Better?’ He asked, some what cocky. You hummed a sigh of contentment as you rested on his chest listening to his heart. It wasn’t quite as stone cold as he made it out to be.

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The media picked up on the naked PR manipulation from KP even quicker than I was expecting 🤭

Now just let this narrative start being combined with the truth of their low number of engagements….

https://twitter.com/baronessbruck/status/1657593871398739968?s=46

Oh, wow! Sarah Vine said that? And just to think that eleven days ago someone was trying to point out to me that the coronation was like a "wedding."

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Correct me if I'm mistaken, but wasn't the Coronation about King Charles and Queen Camilla? 

This video featuring the Prince and Princess of Wales and their charming children, seems a teeny-tiny bit premature.

Don't get me wrong, we adore them. In particular, the Princess of Wales is, at every turn, the picture of perfection – impeccably turned-out, stunningly beautiful, stylish – as this short film reminds the world.

We see her greeting crowds on The Mall in a chic white dress; arriving at the Coronation Concert with the kids, edgy in an asymmetric red jacket and beachy blow-dry; and again, on the big day itself, resplendent in her official robes.

She wafts through Kensington Palace, with its stylish lamps and plumped-up cushions, before lifting the hem of her dress to step into the waiting car.

Next, she's in skinny jeans, helping Prince Louis with a wheelbarrow and getting stuck in with the Scouts.

Prince William, meanwhile, is the very image of Royal duty. Striding manfully on to the stage at the Windsor Castle concert, pledging his allegiance to his father, putting a protective paw around his wife's willowy waist, assisting his children. Showman, statesman, husband, dad. Hurrah!

It's lovely, and they really are an idyllic family – but there's something just a bit too slick about it, a bit too party political broadcast. A bit, dare I say it, manipulative.

Was the Hollywood-style video really necessary?

We all know that William and Kate are the future. Nobody doubts that. Charles is an old king, coming to the throne in his twilight years. 

Nevertheless, this was his and Queen Camilla's moment, not theirs. By starring in a video produced by a man who boasts about having 'a portfolio of world-leading clients' and creating 'story-led branded content', it feels… well, a bit 'look at me'.

There is an element of Netflix-style narcissism that makes me slightly uneasy. And though the footage shows us a lot, it actually tells us very little about the Waleses. 

It's superficial, one-dimensional, like one of those adverts you see on TV in foreign hotels extolling the virtues of this or that tourist destination.

I hate to say it, but I'd almost rather watch one of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex's worthy wildlife docs. But maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is exactly what everyone wants to see – the Princess of Wales up close in slow motion, from as many different angles as possible.

Shortly after the video's release, we were treated to another film, of Kate playing a grand piano in a bright blue off-the-shoulder gown with last year's Ukrainian victors of Eurovision.

Truly a 24/7 megastar Princess.

It'll be interesting to see what follows in the future on their social media. Will it be more of the same? Or will they highlight the charities, places, and people they visited?

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Louisville State Recreation Area Campground

Camping at Louisville State Recreation Area

The campground at Louisville State Recreation Area offers a range of camping options to suit various needs and preferences.

RV Camping: With 20-, 30-, and 50-amp electrical hookups, the campground caters to RVers of all sizes.

Tent Camping: For those who prefer a more rustic experience, there are plenty of tent-friendly sites available.

Group Camping: The park also offers group camping sites, perfect for family reunions, scout outings, or other large gatherings.

Amenities:

The campground is well-equipped with modern amenities to ensure a comfortable stay. These include:

Restrooms and Showers: Clean and well-maintained restrooms and shower facilities are available throughout the campground.

Drinking Water: Potable water is accessible at various locations.

Dump Station: A dump station is available for RVers.

Playground: A playground provides entertainment for children.

Picnic Tables and Fire Rings: Most campsites come equipped with picnic tables and fire rings for outdoor dining and relaxation.

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Activities:

Beyond camping, Louisville State Recreation Area offers a wealth of recreational activities for visitors of all ages.

Fishing: The five sandpit lakes within the park are stocked with various fish species, making it a popular destination for anglers.

Hiking and Biking: The park features a network of hiking and biking trails that wind through scenic landscapes, offering opportunities for exploration and exercise.

Swimming: One of the sandpit lakes is designated for swimming, providing a refreshing escape on hot summer days.

Boating: Non-motorized boats are permitted on the lakes, allowing visitors to enjoy a leisurely paddle or rowboat ride.

Picnicking: The park offers numerous picnic areas with tables and grills, perfect for enjoying a meal outdoors.

Exploring the Surrounding Area

Louisville State Recreation Area is conveniently located near several attractions and points of interest.

Platte River State Park: Just a short drive away, Platte River State Park offers additional camping options, hiking trails, and scenic overlooks.

Louisville: The nearby town of Louisville offers a variety of shops, restaurants, and historical sites.

Omaha: The vibrant city of Omaha is within easy reach, offering a wealth of cultural attractions, museums, and entertainment options.

Planning Your Trip

To make the most of your visit to Louisville State Recreation Area Campground, it’s essential to plan ahead.

Reservations: Reservations are recommended, especially during peak season. You can make reservations online or by phone.

Packing List: Pack essentials such as camping gear, food, water, sunscreen, insect repellent, and appropriate clothing for the weather.

Rules and Regulations: Familiarize yourself with the park’s rules and regulations, including quiet hours and pet policies.

Respect Nature: Leave no trace and respect the natural environment by disposing of trash properly and minimizing your impact.

Louisville State Recreation Area Campground offers a unique blend of natural beauty, recreational opportunities, and modern amenities. Whether you’re seeking a peaceful retreat or an action-packed adventure, this Nebraska gem has something for everyone. So pack your bags, grab your family and friends, and embark on a memorable camping experience at Louisville State Recreation Area Campground. Click here

Additional Tips:

Consider visiting during the shoulder seasons (spring and fall) for milder weather and fewer crowds.

Take advantage of the park’s ranger programs, which offer educational and recreational activities for visitors of all ages.

Bring binoculars to spot wildlife, such as deer, birds, and turtles.

Relax and enjoy the peace and quiet of nature.

Here are some FAQs about Louisville State Recreation Area Campground

Q: What types of camping are available?

A: RV camping, tent camping, and group camping.

Q: Are there any hookups for RVs?

A: Yes, the campground offers 20-, 30-, and 50-amp electrical hookups.

Q: What amenities are available at the campground?

A: Restrooms, showers, drinking water, dump station, playground, picnic tables, and fire rings.

Q: What recreational activities can I enjoy at the park?

A: Fishing, hiking, biking, swimming, boating, and picnicking.

Q: Are there any nearby attractions?

A: Platte River State Park, the town of Louisville, and the city of Omaha.

Q: Do I need to make reservations?

A: Reservations are recommended, especially during peak season.

Q: How can I make reservations?

A: You can make reservations online or by phone.

Q: What should I pack for my trip?

A: Camping gear, food, water, sunscreen, insect repellent, and appropriate clothing.

Q: Are pets allowed?

A: Yes, pets are allowed in designated areas.

Q: What is the best time to visit?

A: Spring and fall offer milder weather and fewer crowds.