#golden-eyed redheaded princesses

[doomspaniels]

This is very much the experience of Gwyn bringing me towels (same amount dragging, oh Punchie you're so TALL). Except that at some point, in the dancing wriggling Presentation of the Gift, I will grab the trailing end and throw it back over her head, making "rawr! rawr!" noises. Wriggles somehow increase.

When Ponzi gets excited she brings me presents. Usually it’s a pillow or a toy. Today it was a blanket 🩷

[sideofmango]

The Warrior Queen & Her Pharaoh: Part I

Part I: In the Beginning

In honor of Black History Month (that’s coming up), and because I’m a nerd for mythology of any type, I thought it would be fun to write about one of my favorite time periods, Ancient Egypt. 

We didn’t really get to spend much time on them in school, and I love learning about these powerful Egyptian gods, goddess, pharaohs, and queens. 

So N E ways...ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS...um WTF ILY <3

I TOOK SOME CREATIVE LIBERTIES (all characters are 18+ in this)

Pairings: pharaoh!god! Bakugou x warrior!princess! Reader Warnings: cursing, disrespectful people, bad bitch Mitsuki Description: Before the new pharaoh can be officially crowned, he must wed. You, the queen of a large warrior tribe called, The Zodos Tribe, are in the same position...the only problem? The future pharaoh is a bit of an ass.

*Extra info: this is written in third person so even though this is a reader insert, I’ll be writing it as if you’re another character so basically no me/my*

and yes, I’m aware it is kinda short and Bakugou isn’t in it that much, but it’s to set the scene lol...I promise there will be a lot of Bakubitch content in the next part

**Tag List is at the bottom**

𓂀 PART I  𓂀 PART II 𓂀 

The arid air and blazing sun didn’t make for the most comfortable environments, and yet many people called the desert home. 

In a secluded river valley lived the Zodos Tribe, the most fearsome warriors throughout the land, known for their brutality and unmatched strength. Though to (y/n), they were her family and her people. 

Princess (y/n), the eldest of seven children, sat in the ornate palace that overlooked the main river. She had recently been crowned the queen of her people after her father chose to abdicate the throne. Her attendants sat around her while others waved large palm leaves, blowing the dry air in an attempt to make it cooler. 

“(y/n), ready your belongings! You are to depart with your father within the hour.” The 18 year old turned seeing her mother’s slim form approach her. 

Eshe was the personification of grace, similar to her only daughter, though she was taller. Her smooth dark skin glittered in the sunlight and her golden eyes searched her daughter’s face for any signs of backtalk before a content look crossed her face when (y/n) simply sighed and nodded. 

“We readied her belongings already, Queen Mother.” (y/n)’s attendant, Subira, answered as she bowed upon her entrance to the room. 

“Very well.” Eshe nodded, her snake like eyes shifting from her daughter and her servants to the landscape. “Go ready yourself. You are to meet royalty, Girl.”

“I am royalty, Mother.” (y/n)’s tone was laced with boredom as she stood from her seat. “What’s so special about these royals I am to meet, anyways?”

“That is not my place to tell.” She replied before pushing her daughter towards her room and into the large bathroom. The cool stone rubbed against her warm skin as (y/n)’s attendants unrobed her and bathed her while two others released her hair.

Some time later, the teen was redressed and her hair had been braided again, this time with decorative gold beads and thread woven into her thick dark hair. She had been dressed into a white sleeveless sheath dress, over that a sheer white and gold kalasiri tied in place with a gold and intricately beaded sash. A wide beaded collar was secured around her neck, brightly colored stones and metals woven and set into the necklace.

(y/n) slid on a new pair of reed sandals after Subira had finished her makeup, the dramatic black liner around her almond shaped eyes made the golden hue that she had inherited from her mother shine in the light. “Let us depart.” (y/n) motioned to her ladies as they nodded, following after her as the teenage queen adjusted the heavy silver and gold bracelets around her wrists.

“You look like a true queen, (y/n).” Her mother said as (y/n) walked past the room she had once been in. 

“Thank you Mother. I will be off now.” (y/n) called back, not waiting for a response before walking out of the palace and towards her royal chariot where her father stood talking to one of the servants.

“Prepare the chariots.” Her father’s deep voice commanded as the servants nodded running off to get the large chariots ready for the journey. (y/n)’s father turned to look at her, his dark brown eyes looking her over once before smiling. “You look beautiful, Daughter.”

“Thank you, Father.” (y/n) smiled back as the servants ran back over stating that the chariots were ready to go.

(y/n) didn’t ask many questions of her father, mainly because she didn’t really care where they were going, though butterflies seemed to fill her stomach when the large palace in the capital city came into view as they crossed over another dune.

“Your mother asked me to remind you of your manners and your station before we left.” (y/n)’s father told her, as the girl sighed and rolled her eyes. Her father chuckled at her reaction before the pair stepped off of their chariots and were met by royal attendants from the palace.

“King Nafi, Princess (y/n), please follow me to the throne room. The Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife, are eager to converse.” 

“I am a-” (y/n) didn’t finish her sentence, feeling her father’s strong hand come down on her shoulder before he stepped forward and followed the attendant up the stairs and inside the large palace, leaving (y/n) to catch up.

“Stupid man. I’m a queen.” (y/n) mumbled to herself as she followed the men into the throne room. 

The teen stood beside her father, her eyes gazing over the two royal figures in front of her. One was a man with dark hair and dark eyes. A woman sat beside him, her hair ash blonde and her eyes a crimson color. They were both dressed lavishly as the woman sighed, mumbling something to her husband, before offering a smile to (y/n).

“I am sorry. My son seems to be unable to be found.” She told the girl who simply nodded before giving her father a look.

“(y/n), why don’t you walk the grounds? I have business to attend to with the Pharaoh and Great Royal Wife.” (y/n)’s father brushed her off, shooting her a look before practically pushing the girl towards the door.

“He doesn’t even have any power anymore! How dare he treat me like this. Why the hell did I even come if I’m not sitting in on the business? This is so stu-” (y/n) ranted to herself, not realizing where she was walking before she bumped into something...more like someone.

“Watch where you’re going, Extra!” The boy’s gruff voice said, his tone laced with venom as his red eyes glared down at where she sat after being knocked over.

“Oh get off your high horse! You can’t talk to me that way! I’m a Queen!” Her eyes finally landed on the boy’s face, his ash blonde hair wild and spiky as his crimson eyes seemed to darken and narrow. 

He didn’t wear full linens, only enough to cover his lower half, leaving his chest exposed. His skin was tanned from spending most of his time in the sun and a thin shine of sweat covered his muscles as if he had just been doing some type of physical activity before they had bumped into each other.

“Well here you aren’t.” The boy told her before scoffing and walking off down a corridor, not even bothering to help (y/n) up.

“Sorry. It was nice to meet you though.” A spiky redhead said with a small closed-mouth smile. He had been following the rude blonde along with another blonde male, a dark haired male, a pink skinned girl, and a dark haired girl. 

The group of teens were about to say something else to the girl when the explosive blonde from earlier could be heard yelling, “Kirishima, I didn’t allow you to socialize!”

“Uh r-right. Bye!” The red haired boy said before they all disappeared down the expansive hall.

“What a jerk.” (y/n) scoffed thinking back to the ash blonde. Getting up and dusting her hands off, she continued to walk around the halls.

The black girl returned back to the throne room after some time, having gotten lost though she was too proud to ask for help from one of the many servants scurrying around.

“Ah, you’ve arrived just in time for dinner, (y/n).” The blonde woman spoke, gesturing towards a large open room that overlooked the river, a large table filled with food sat in the middle.

“I apologize.” (y/n) said simply before taking a seat where the blonde woman had gestured, unfortunately across from that annoying boy from earlier. “Where is my father? My servants?” (y/n) wondered after a moment of silence, noticing that the people in question were missing.

“They’ve left some time ago.” She answered. “This is your new home after all.”

“Excuse me?” (y/n) and the blonde boy had the same reaction, choking on their food with wide eyes.

“Yes, your father never told you of the agreement?” The brown haired man asked.

“Agreement?” She repeated.

“Yes, you are to marry our son in two days time. It’s been arranged since before you both wore garments.” The blonde woman said with a small laugh.

(Fun fact: Ancient Egyptian children didn’t wear clothes until they were six years old, so they ran around naked except for the jewelry they wore)

“Him?”

“Her?”

“Show some respect to her Katsuki! She is to be your wife!” The woman said, slapping the boy’s head quickly causing (y/n) to smirk and laugh lightly.

Katsuki didn’t like that very much, glaring at the golden eyed girl with a low growl.

“Mitsuki, Katsuki...” The man started to say softly, flashing at smile at (y/n).

“You’re right Masaru. If only our son wasn’t such a brat.” Mitsuki sighed, slapping Katsuki again before going back to her food.

“I am the Pharaoh, you can’t treat me that way!” Katsuki protested, angrily cutting his meat.

“What was that?” Mitsuki questioned, her red eyes narrowing as she shot a warning look at her son. 

“Nothing.” Katsuki mumbled, his eyes narrowing into a glare at the black girl across from him.

What a dick. What did my parents get me into? (y/n) thought to herself as she stared back at the boy across from her.

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[butterflies-dragons]

Lol, it is obvious that we are going to see exactly how handsome or not Jon is through Sansa's eyes only. It is one of the very well preserved secrets of ASoIaF for a reason.

Yes Anon, I think you’re right. I‘ve speculated about it before.

There must be a reason why Sansa’s first true impression of Joffrey matched Jon’s first impression of the little shit:

Prince Joffrey had his sister’s hair and his mother’s deep green eyes. A thick tangle of blond curls dripped down past his golden choker and high velvet collar. Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey’s pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell’s Great Hall. —A Game of Thrones - Jon I

Sansa stared at him, seeing him for the first time. He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. She wondered how she could ever have thought him handsome. His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. “I hate you,” she whispered. —A Game of Thrones - Sansa VI

There must also be a reason why Sansa loved the songs about Florian and Jonquil so much, even though Florian was neither of noble birth nor handsome.

According to legend, Florian was homely. Jon is a younger version of Ned Stark: “Ned saw Jon Snow’s face in front of him, so like a younger version of his own.” And according to Catelyn, Ned’s face was plainer in comparison to Brandon's:        

And was it really such a terrible thing, to want a pretty wife? She remembered her own childish disappointment, the first time she had laid eyes on Eddard Stark. She had pictured him as a younger version of his brother Brandon, but that was wrong. Ned was shorter and plainer of face, and so somber. He spoke courteously enough, but beneath the words she sensed a coolness that was all at odds with Brandon, whose mirths had been as wild as his rages. Even when he took her maidenhood, their love had more of duty to it than of passion. We made Robb that night, though; we made a king together. And after the war, at Winterfell, I had love enough for any woman, once I found the good sweet heart beneath Ned’s solemn face. There is no reason Edmure should not find the same, with his Roslin. —A Storm of Swords - Catelyn V

Jon and Sansa are to each other the resemblance of their first love.

Sansa fell wildly in love with Ser Waymar Royce (Jon’s look-alike), and Jon fell in love with a wildling girl, blue eyed, kissed by fire, and half-fish (Sansa’s Tully roots = blue eyes, auburn hair, half-fish).

Sansa’s first crush having the Stark look and Jon’s first lover having the Tully look, reminds me of Catelyn being first betrothed with Brandon Stark but marrying Eddard Stark instead. Brandon died like Waymar and Ned and Jon are plainer in comparison. In a similar way, Jon’s first love, Ygritte, sounds like a wildling version of a Tully girl, a way plainer version of Sansa.

Sansa fell wildly in love with Waymar, but she didn’t marry him, he died.  She will probably fall in love with Jon in a more mature and calmly way.  Jon Snow, after a non-con beginning, ended up loving Ygritte, who offered him a “comfort level of femininity”, but he didn’t marry her, she died.  Jon will probably fell in love with Sansa, freely and willingly.    

I can be wrong about the romantic implications but... 

...The Stark look is important in the books, Waymar, Benjen and Jon are connected with the Others and the events happening beyond the Wall.  

And the Tully look is also important, for Watsonian and Doylist reasons “kissed by fire,” “fire in their hair,” redhead princess trope, GRRM’s personal preferences, etc.

What more can I say? Jon Snow is the Byronic hero and Sansa Stark is the Princess of the story... GRRM’s words, not mine.

[dumblydork]

Dying Embers

Her hair swished wildly in the wind, as if it were leaves swaying from the onset of a cyclone- flowing down to her waist, head thrown back. Fiery red, just like the dying embers of what was formerly a warming furnace. He could hear her laughter, slow and melodic, almost as if it were empyrean. She was the love of Harry's entire being. The soul to his body, the mind to his brain. She turned around, and all Harry could glimpse was her mouth- full, and pulled into a large smile. Her eyes were a bright hazel, shining with happiness, as she ran towards Harry, fitting easily in his arms.

They had met at the ball thrown by his parents that summer, exactly so that their son could meet a suitable young woman to marry. Harry had been extremely bored with the festivities, instead wishing he were out practicing archery with his friend, Neville.

His eyes flew around the room, passing from and then returning to a young woman who had just entered the gala. She didn't seem familiar, and was chaperoned by who seemed to her brother, judging from their hair. Harry was mesmerised- her yellow dress floated around her as if it were made of the finest, lightest silk to exist, and her hair was pulled back elegantly, exposing the milky column of her neck. He walked towards the pair.

"Forgive my intrusion, but will the lovely lady here consider dancing the next waltz with me?" Harry bowed slightly, his hand pulled tightly at his back.

The girl eyed him shyly as his brother did a more open appraisal. "We would like to first make your acquaintance, sir." He finally spoke.

"Of course, forgive me. I am Lord Harry Potter, Viscount of Little Whinging." He said, an automatic confidence seeping into his voice, one which only came from being the son of a duke.

"Forgive me, my Lord, I did not know. I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my younger sister, Ginevra Weasley. Our father is the Baron Weasley of Burrows." The pair bowed deeply, something which made Harry slightly uncomfortable.

"Please, I take no offense. It is my pleasure to make an acquaintance of Lord Weasley's children. He is my father's close friend. My question, however, to Lady Ginevra here remains unanswered." Harry steered the topic back to more important things from mere formalities.

"Of course, my lord." Ginevra said softly, placing her hand in Harry's outstretched one. As they walked towards the center of the floor, Harry's eyes met the identical ones of his mother, who stood to the side, flashing her son a soft smile.

"I adore you. And so does every thread of my existence, until my breath ceases." Harry spoke, bringing himself back from the night at the ball.

"I simply reciprocate, my Lord. And shall do so until death pull us part." She spoke softly, meeting Harry's lips with her own.

At the brink of twilight, a day before their wedding, the two of them wove their lives together, sealed by golden vows.

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"Harry? Get on up, it's time to go!" His mother, Lily's voice flitted through the room, and sunlight poured inside as well, casting a bright glow all over. Harry sat up in bed, stretching excessively, getting rid of the multitude of pulls and pains he seemed to acquire over the night.

His parents swore he did not sleepwalk and fall down the stairs.

"Harry, honey, come on. You'll be late for uni otherwise." His mother peeked inside, her reddish brown hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head, green eyes shining with motherly affection. Seeing his mother's hair, Harry was reminded of his dream- recurring dream, he should say. Even though it was simply a few minutes old, seeing the 'girl' in his dream, he felt as if it were quite some lifetimes ago.

He had been dreaming of a girl quite frequently lately, and not in the lewd way his best friend Ron seemed intent on. Harry would always simply spot her hair, the curve of her waist and as soon as she turned around, he would be jolted awake.

When he was a child, his mother used to tell him tales in which princesses would dream of faceless men, a golden bond tying the two people together. The faceless person you dreamt about was whom you shared your golden thread of life with. But those were just fantasy- woven to make a dull reality exciting. At least now, at the age of 19, was what Harry believed. He hopped out of bed, and walked off into the bathroom, getting started on his morning routine. It was half past eight when he went downstairs, his first class of the morning at 9:15. His father, James, was stood in front of the kettle, pouring himself a cup of his morning Earl Grey, and his mother was setting down the plate of pancakes on the table.

"Breakfast?" She asked, sitting down, his dad joining her to the left. "Morning Haz." His father grinned lopsidedly, a grin much like Harry's own, glasses steaming up from the hot mug. Harry recited a greeting in return and was about to refuse breakfast on the account of well, running late, when the smell of butter floated up to him and he found himself seated in front of his parents.

"Did you get sore again?" Lily asked, concern lacing her low voice.

"Yeah. I just don't seem to know how." Harry noted, voice muffled from a mouth full of pancakes.

"Slow down, you'll choke." She admonished lightly, shooting James an exasperated look when he snickered a low 'That's what she said' into his morning Daily Prophet.

"He probably needs a new mattress. Let's get one on the weekend." His mother said, earning an affirmative hum from James who was busy with his newspaper.

"I'll get going now. Bye mum, bye dad. See you in the evening." He spoke after having had his share of pancakes and a chat with his mum. He bent down for the customary top-of-the-head kiss from his mother, something she had been doing since Harry started school. And although he wouldn't admit it, he adored this little sentiment. His dad shot him another grin as he walked out of the door, putting in his earphones.

Fortunately for him, the university campus was quite a short bus ride away. However, he still found himself running across the campus from the bus stop to his lecture theatre- he forgot to factor in the fact that the hall today was all on the opposite end of campus.

"Shit," He glanced at his phone, currently glowing 9:21. It was Professor Binns' lecture, and he wasn't too fond of latecomers. Harry counted on his excellent grade in the module, hoping that would pull him through. As he ran across, his peripheral vision noted a mane of red momentarily, but before Harry could turn around and see, he was already in front of the class, digging through the bag for his ID card.

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"How is it that Binns' lectures keep getting worse through the term?" Ron, the aforementioned best friend groaned.

"Because your attention dwindles further as term moves on." Hermione, the other best friend noted. Harry grinned between the two of them. They were so in love, those oblivious idiots.

Binns' was the only class the three of them took together, and Ron departed for his Victorian Literature module. Harry and Hermione walked to the open amphitheatre, choosing to spend their free half hour which coincided together.

"Oh right. My friend from school is joining today, I was supposed to go show her around. Fancy coming?" Hermione spoke, eyes focused on her text messages. "Sure, I have the rest of the morning free." Harry pursed his lips. Hermione simply nodded and they set off across the campus again after the brief interlude at the theatre.

"Your friend is from school?" Harry asked.

"Yeah- she's a year younger but we were quite close when I was in year 12." She replied, eyes scanning the crowd at in front of the Lifesciences Lab, which was one of the main buildings on campus. "Who are we looking for again?" He imitated the search.

"Redhead, shorter than you." Hermione did not look up from the hoard of people, before her mouth set into a wide grin.

"Ginny! Here!" Hermione waved her arms around, jumping up and down in tandem. Harry couldn't see who Hermione was waving to, but the crowd was being roughly pushed aside as someone made their way towards the pair.

"Hermione! So good to see you!" The woman said, grabbing the older girl into a tight hug and letting go, placing the three of them in a triangular formation.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot to come see you." Hermione said somewhat sheepishly, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring- no, gaping at the newcomer. Her hair was the exact shade of red as the girl in Harry's dream, and it cascaded down her back in a half up half down style. Her waist was encased in a light yellow sundress, complimenting her red hair. All in all, she was beautiful. Not because of her hair or slender figure, but also because of how her eyes shone as she spoke to Hermione.

"Have I seen you before?" Tumbled out of Harry's mouth before he could stop (or reason), and a pair of bright hazel eyes bore into his own moss green, before glittering again. Ginny simply smiled.

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And here it is, another AU! I definitely did not plan for this to be a multiple lifetime AU, but Regency!Hinny seemed too good to pass up on. I apologise for what is probably a very poorly written Regency era conversation, my knowledge of it is simply from Bridgerton and Google haha. I decided to keep the end open, just so that you guys can envision your own romance for them! Also, can I just say how I loved writing Lily and James?? It's their little debut in my one-shots yay!

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[galesh]

Wish fulfillment au of Severus who was born in Albus' Dumbledore's time. I just wanted to post it as a reply on a discord server but then it got out of hand. So

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- Two clever swots duking it out... in academics!

- Debating each other of old spells and whether or not they're dark and the librarian jinxing them out of the library with hexes for being too loud

- Albus and Sev rubbing their stung bums and arguing about the hexes the librarian used

- Albus and Sev both discovering they're poor halfbloods and railing against the arswholes in charge who think they can sting their bums and get away with it

- Them stinging each other's bums because it's a fascinating body part and maybe rubbing them with a different set of hands because maybe it'll help, and they're experimental

-Albus viewing the fascinating kid with so much dark potential with new eyes.

-Sev keeping an eye out for the twinkly eyed twit because it's unnerving, really, and because he always found the goodness in others fascinating. He doesn't believe he can emulate it, but maybe some would seep through him in osmosis. That's what that muggle book said anyway

- His ma always said he had a thing for redheads. He's starting to suspect her of practicing black magic

- Albus and Sev working on potions and transfig together because none of them can tell the other they're bloody brilliant and that they're fascinated, and could we just get to stinging bums and rubbing out the soreness please

- Sev visiting the Dumbledore's on summer break because his father is dead and his mother as good as, meeting the creepy girl creature because he's nosy and of course he'd look at the one room Kendra told him not to

- Abe running to Ariana's room because she screams bloody murder. It's only when he gets there that he realises that that bloody snake they let into their house is being accosted by a happily shrieking Arianna who wants to meet this strange new black haired scarecrow her brother likes

- The older one

- Sometimes, Arianna suspects

- Sev being horrified by Ariana's sad tale, and not wanting her to waste away, working with Albus to make sure she can get out

- Abe (begging to) help them because he really wants to, and because he doesn't trust the snake

- Sev learns Abe can't bloody spell after the third time.he has to squint if the bottle has fluxweed or filchweed (Dyslexia is not recognised yet, but it will be, in the muggle world) amd tries to help. It's more insulting than helpful, but he tries!

- Albus feverishly searching for a way to fix what those muggle boys and their mother's imprisonment and his neglect have wrought. Searching in the darkest grimoires, because really, what is honor and goodness if it can't even help his sister?

- Ariana getting her father's silver signet, carved with the runes of protection, family, forgiveness and renewal. They can't fix her magic, but the magic she once loved has caused her loved ones only harm, and really, it's time to stop listening to the voice inside her, who wants to rip her mother to shreds and burn the whole world down

- In the end it's abe, who comforted her when her mum looked at her with hate and Albus ashamed who puts her ring on as she says the words the runes describe. It's hard to forgive her mother and those muggle boys, but Arianna thinks they've suffered enough (it'll be years later that she realises that she left one person, but as she watches her daughter's delightful coo as she Dan's her nose with a glowing goden finger, she is only thankful that her lack of forgiveness didn't take all her magic away).

- She kisses her brother-in-law to be on the cheek, as is only proper for a member of family.

(Ariana has a very feeble grasp on social niceties. She tries, okay! You try learning everything from books while trapped in a cottage like a demented princess, with a brother who even she knows has an unhealthy fascination with goats who'd talk to her normally)

(Arianna's husband and her daughter, who she names Severus --because every universe must have a second child with a severusly controversial name -- would really come to fear her social skills, or lack thereof. Severus blames her godfather and her uncle with a the raging hate of a 10 year old who's been denied Uncle Sev's sweets)

- Sev and Albus competing for the top spot in the classes with professors and the bottom in the classes without

- Albus meeting Gellert in the evening he's supposed to leave for France and noticing the same dark charm. Severus noticing, but wanting to taint it than emulate it

- A black owl pooping on Gellert's golden hair because he Does Not Share!

- Albus sharing his plans to Change The World which would kill a girl with beautiful, uncontrolled magic and put a vengeful father in a prison of his own despair

- Sev agreeing to them and adding some rather inventive and cruel revenges he'd have on the Wankers who disowned his mother for following her heart

- Albus crossing out those points with eyes that twinkle in gentle admonishment, because really Severus, where would you even get a fully grown basilisk, and ignoring the calculating glitter he gets in return

- Abe following the idiots because Ari orders him to help the idiots and he can deny her nothing

- Gellert becoming a Light wizard after being at the wand end of a particularly dark spell (they teach *that* at Hogwarts, the light school!?!?!?!?) By a vengeful gargoyle after he drunkenly kisses*Bruder* Dumbledore

(years later, Headmaster Dippet can't figure out why his newest Dada teacher is so militant about students knowing everything about Dark magic and why some magics should never be studied, or why flinches everytime he sees a mistletoe. He has enough experience at 300 Not To Ask)

- Albus learning the most beautiful healing spell at the hands of a scowling-dark-phoenix with moist, angry black eyes after the 12th use of a dragon's claw soon after he discovered the 12th use of their blood

(Fawkes could never forgive Severus Snape for stealing it's thunder. Also he smells owl. They're the worst!)

-Severus stealing the Flamels' thunder by creating a philosophers stone after being at their home for a month.

(Perenelle suspects it's because Nicholas, who can be really old fashioned about these things, forbade their apprentice and that brilliant boy with no thoughts from rooming together)

- Severus lacing Albus' lemon drops with the elixir of life because clearly, that imbecilic martyr thinks dragon claw wounds are amusing

- Albus lacing Severus' tea with it because it would be such a horrible thing to live alone

(or without the one person who matters, no offence to his family. Oh, alright Abe, you're definitely not it!)

(the elixir of life prepared yearly mysteriously dissappears into tea and lemon drops. Albus stops worrying over Severus getting killed by vampires while he gets their teeth in exchange of galleons like a demented tooth fairy, and Severus stops worrying about Albus getting nicked by antsy Dragons or Phoenixes or Nifflers, or whoever Albus scraps with in his spare time)

- Albus putting his demented convoluted plans in motion by destroying wizarding currency through inflation. It somehow leads to a goblin revolution, equal rights for magical creatures, and the adoption of muggle currency. Don't ask

(Rumour has it that Gellert, Wizarding Britain's champion one look at the the scowling face of a Severus Snape and proposes negotiations.

Muggle currency was great, really. Made mathematical sense, easier to handle, and twinkly eyed not quite evil overlords can't dependably reproduce all the identifiers. They hope

Quite coincidentally, as Severus will assure you, all the pureblood families --including the Princes, coincidentally-- lose all their accumulated money in the resulting changeover.)

- Albus rules everything from behind the iron curtain with gentle fists and an open smile. Everyone learns to agree with him because behind him stands the spectre of DEATHOMgWatdidyoudo that you want to always keep happy)

- An excited Tom Riddle learns about magic from a charming Professor who's really interested in how he speaks, and who agrees that muggles are awful but keep it down will you?

- Tom Riddle learns to confide in and trust the person who introduced him to the magical world; and tells him when he accidentally discovers the chamber of secrets while hissing open at one of the taps in the girls loo that just wouldn't dispense water (he was under a lot of pressure okay! No, he's not a creep!)

- Tom Riddle grows up to be a politician with a particularly hard view on those muggles. Being backed by the Headmaster of Hogwarts helps. The society has made great strides in the concept of equality and democracy however, and most creatures really don't like him for some insane reason. Albus Dumbledore wins the elections by a landslide again. Tom is tenacious, and plots for when he'd get the position after the old man dies

(On his deathbed, Professor Emeritus of Hogwarts, Professor Tom, curses todgy old men with unnaturally long lifespans)

-Harry Potter, who grew up loved and a headmaster who didn't want to train him in any way, shape, or form (Harry was glad. Headmaster Grindenwald was nice and all, but he really didn't want to know all about the Dark arts and why not to use them kplzthnx). He went on to work at the ministry because his mother instilled in him values of fairness, kindness, and Get Out The House And Go To Work You Bum!

(He named

- Ariana's first kid is named after Abe. Her second is called Severus. Severus being a girl, never forgives her, and years later, when her son is born, names him Ariana with a vindictive gleam in her eyes.

(Ariana never really learned a the social niceties. They're horribly ineffective, and Abe tells her she's always charming in any case)

(Severus Smith is comforted by the fact that her godfather is a immortal wizard who gives her the best sweets)

- Severus and Albus never really fall out of love, even though they fall out of bed many times. They are a different breed of men, really. Eternal devotion means eternal devotion, as they find out. The Flamels' are happy they finally get to go on what the muggles call double dates.

- They also never stop stinging each other on the bum, but that is a rather more mature tale.

[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part III

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baretheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 1,785

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8 Pt.9

Another tournament was organized. Your father insisted on participate, luckily Lord Stark convinced him otherwise. Who would dare challenge the King of the Seven Kingdoms?

You were sitting exactly like the first occasion but Cersei was absent. She never really enjoy those kind of events, not that they were your favorite either. This time was The Mountain against one of your best friends, Ser Loras of House Tyrell. A very charming man.

“That is a very pretty dress, Myrcella.” You told your little sister. Your gaze directed to the northern girl.

“You like it?” She grinned contemplating at her golden and costly gown. Yours was very similar.

“I do, my lioness.”

Ser Loras approached the redhead giving her a red rose. She gladly accepted and you remember she told you how much she loved knights. He was way more kind than Joffrey. But you knew the Tyrell boy has an affair with uncle Renly, actually, you were the only person who knew their secret. Although here in the capital people’s secrets are never safe.

After The Hound defended the Knight of the Flowers, Ser Gregor left furious. All the applauses were towards him. Later that day you were on your chambers, sparring on your own.

“Y/N, how many times have I told you I don’t like you to be playing with a sword.” The blonde woman nagged.

“Not enough.” You turned to her.

“It’s dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You took a deep breath.

“Father says it’s for my own good.”

“You have a lot of him in you.”

“Not the eyes. Mine are just like yours.” You scoffed.

“You have Robert’s stubbornness.” She pointed.

“That bothers you? Where is uncle Tyrion? Have you got a word from him?”

“He is a prisoner of Lady Stark.” How can she say it so casual?

“What?! Why??”

“Conspiracy. They assume he hired someone to murder their little son.”

“That doesn’t make any sense. He is not known for being a child killer. What will happen now?”

“Jaime is trying to get him back. We expect the Starks to return him safe and sound to the capital. Practice your needlework. That is more appropriate for a princess to do.” She declared and walked out. You rolled your eyes, resuming your moves.

“Father, you wanted to see me?” He raised his cup and order you to sit on the small table.

“I’m getting old. You, my daughter, are getting better on your fencing. I am proud to see what you are becoming, a hell of a woman! Not a girl anymore. Never let a man commands you. You were born a leader, not a follower. Always remember that.” He gulped, offering you some wine. You like the taste but not the feeling if you drink too much.

“I have your strength, courage and of course, your charisma.” You admitted.

“Indeed. What about you marry Edd’s son? Robb is his name if I recall correctly. I wanted to join our houses. Baratheon and Stark, finally together. Without a fucking Targaryen getting in the way. But Y/N, I want you to live a happy life. Not a loveless marriage like the one your mother and I have. When you are to be wed, choose your partner wisely and never let anyone take them away from you.” You knew when your father was being serious, sorrow written all over his face.

“I can’t start a war if that happens. Thank you, father. I will listen to you. Joffrey and Sansa will rule someday, I hope it’s in a very long time, though. I’m not able to fully understand what you lost when Lady Lyanna was stolen from you. I can’t imagine the pain and frustration you felt. I am sorry.” You looked at him with a sympathetic smile.

“Not more than I am. The only good thing about the outcome was you and your siblings. Even Joffrey. You are way better than him, in every aspect. Cersei always treated you less. But you are my princess.” The bearded man said with nothing but the truth.

“I don’t know what to do. What is expected of me.” You lower your head.

“Don’t worry, child. One of the seven heavens has a plan for you. You are young, beautiful and smart. You are the princess of Westeros. The world shall be as you desire. Don’t worry about that now.” You stood up and hugged him tightly. In that moment you felt safe from any danger, safe even from your mother.

“Lord Varys. What news?” You were walking at a slow pace outside the Throne Room. “You know I only want to help my father make the right choices.” Lord Bealish is not the only one that whispers in your ear, the Eunuch trusts you. Almost everyone does. You’ve never used the intel they tell you to do something wrong. You could never.

“Yes I know, my friend. Daenerys Targaryen.” He sighed. “She is pregnant with Khal Drogo’s child. She’s a threat along with Viserys. I’m certain it’s not a rumor. The King wants her dead, he insists.”

“Thank you for sharing this information with me, my lord.” He bowed his head, turning to the opposite direction.

“How are things in Highgarden?” You asked your old friend.

“Quiet. My grandmother and sister send their regards. They miss you.” The curled man said.

“I’ll go visit soon.”

“Perhaps you could bring your new friend, she’s quite a beauty.” When you opened your mouth to answer a knock from the door caught your attention

“My Princess. Lady Arya is nowhere to be found.”

“I want every single one of my guards searching out for her. When you locate her take her immediately to Lord Eddard. Please.” The young man nodded.

After a few hours, the little wolf appeared. “Oh, Arya! You are okay. Where have you been?”

“I got lost. Thanks for worrying. I’m fearful... for my father.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’ve heard they plan to kill him.” She almost whispered.

“Who?”

“I don’t know. The King will protect him, right?” She asked with preoccupation in her voice.

“Of course, Arya.” She hugged you. The last Hand, Jon Arryn, he died because the fever took him, or did someone plan it? Now the Lord of Winterfell was in danger? A thousand scenarios began to run in your head.

You just received the jewel you asked to be made to the finest hand-crafter in King’s Landing, a gorgeous silver ring with House Stark sigil. The wolf in the middle was discreet yet visible. A perfect gift for a perfect lady. You were excited to deliver it so you head to find her. Someone got earlier. You didn’t speak right away.

“Would you forgive me, for my rudeness?” At least he was apologizing.

“There is nothing to forgive.” She was stuttering.

“One day we’ll be married. I’ll never disrespect you again. I’ll never be cruel to you again. Do you understand me?” You are my lady now. From this day until my last day.” Your heart ached at the thought of it. But it’s something you already knew. Seeing them together was different.

“My Princess.” You were about to turn around when Septa Mordane greeted you.

“I... I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you were with Lady Sansa.” Joffrey eyed you with his usual sulky expression.

“Leave us alone, sister.” He hissed.

“My lady.” You just bowed your head completely embarrassed.

You called for the tall girl to be escorted to your chambers. “I intended to give you this yesterday. I’m sorry for running into you when you were occupied.”

“It’s alright. It’s beautiful!” She had a wide smile as you put the ring on her index finger.

“I see Joffrey gave you a necklace.” You noticed the golden piece. She took it and nodded.

“Yes. It’s like the one you wear.”

“My mother and Myrcella have one identical. It suits you.”

“That’s what he said. I will be his queen someday.” She excited exclaimed.

“Yes, you will.” Your heart was aching again.

“The ring is lovely. Thank you, princess.” The Northerner admired it happily.

“Now you have something to remember the North. I had it made especially for you. You are very welcome.” You smiled warmly at her.

“Y/N, you’ll be joining the hunt.” Your father stated.

“With pleasure.” You’ve always loved to go hunting, it was not a boring activity for you at all. You gather your weapons. Your skills were good, though every time you go to the wild you learn something new.

You were deep in the woods, a bow in your hand. Your father was carrying a spear. Ser Barristan and uncle Renly joined too.

“Father, don’t kill the Targaryen girl. I understand why you need to do it. Don’t see it as an act of honor but of mercy. She’s innocent. They are far away from King’s Landing. You are not a butcher. Don’t send anyone to hunt her down. More so if she’s carrying a baby inside her.”

“You and Ned so honorable. Maybe you are right. Little girls don’t frighten me.” You were relieved when you heard him say that. There is hope for them. “You weren’t a man till you fucked one girl of each of the Seven Kingdoms and the Riverlands. We used to call it “making the eight.” He giggled.

“Those were some lucky girls.” The youngest Baratheon brother said without a bit of excitement.

“Y/N! I suppose it counts for the boys too.” You smirked and nudged your uncle. “Those were the days.” The smile fell from his lips. Now he was angry.

“What days exactly? The ones were half of Westeros fight the other half and millions died. Or before that, when the Mad King slaughtered women and babies cause the voices in his head told him they deserved it. Or way before that, when dragons burnt whole cities to the ground.” He spat.

“Easy, boy. You might be my brother but you’re speaking to the king.” The black-haired man warned.

“More wine, your grace?” Lancel nervously offered.

“Father, you should slow down with the booze, it can make you feel dizzy and to hunt you need to stay focus.” You declared.

“Oh my dear daughter, I’d done this a million times. Wine is my preferred ally.” He said.

It all happened so fast, Robert missed his thrust and was seriously injured by a boar, he was very drunk to be concentrated. When you, Ser Barristan and Renly tried to help it was too late. You arrived from the Kingswood with him almost unconscious. All the way back you were quivering. Fearing for your father’s life.

[graysongraysoff]

oc odes: lena

okay, here she is! my ohshc oc from when i was 15! be nice!

i forgot her last name so i gave her a new one, but literally i would say 75% of my friends on gaia online back in the day exclusively referred to me as lena, because this ohshc rp is how they knew me.

i remember lena lovingly as a baby ace clue, because this was literally a host club rp and she was ONLY interested in baking sweets and making friends. like. hello??

tamaki and the hitachiin twins were my favorites when i watched the show, so i gave them cameos in here, but kyoya is the one i spent the most time with and got along best with in the rp. cool-headed, down-to-earth, and always willing to sit and talk with no expectations attached.

As soon as the door to the third music room opened, Lena knew she was out of her element.

“Kyoku, I really don’t know if this is for me,” she tried to say to the friend that had brought her here as she was practically being dragged forward by the hand. “I’m really much more of an ‘admire boys from afar’ type person, I don’t know if I necessarily want—”

“Welcome, princess.”

Lena barely kept herself from physically jumping at the sound of a voice way too close to her ear. She felt Kyoku’s hand slip out of her own as she turned around to face the most beautiful boy she had ever seen, golden-haired and blue-eyed.

“I don’t believe I’ve yet had the pleasure,” he said, offering her his hand.

“Oh, um, L-Lena,” she said, tentatively taking it in an effort at politeness that she immediately regretted when he pulled her closer.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he purred.

Wow, I can’t do this, Lena thought. “Listen,” she said. “I—I—I really—”

“What’s the matter, Lena?” A new voice, over her left shoulder.

“Maybe princes aren’t her type.” The same voice, but over her right.

She whirled again to face a pair of redheaded twins, leering wickedly down at her with fox-like faces.

“How about it?” they asked her in unison. “Looking for trouble?”

“I—I really—” she stammered. “I really—”

“Alright, that’s enough.”

This intercession came from a dark-haired boy with glasses who didn’t even look up as he said it, continuing to tap dispassionately away at a tablet from where he sat a few feet off.

The other boys seemed almost sheepish; the blond boy bowed deeply.

“Apologies, princess. If you should need anything…”

“You know where to find us,” the twins winked in unison.

The three of them left her alone, and Lena released a breath she hadn’t known she was holding.

“I’m sorry about that,” the boy with the glasses said, standing and moving toward her. “They can be a little overzealous. I often have to remind them just how overwhelming a first visit to the Host Club can be.”

“I shouldn’t even be here,” Lena sighed, covering her face with her hands. “I—I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re all wonderful, but I don’t really think it’s my thing. It’s just that Kyoku’s really the only person I know here so far, and she was really excited about showing me the Host Club, I. I didn’t really feel like I could say no.”

The boy nodded. “It happens more often than you’d think,” he said. “Ouran’s Host Club is often considered something of an unofficial wonder of the school. Lots of people find themselves here who aren’t quite… we’ll say ‘prepared.’ I completely understand.”

Lena lowered her hands to give him an awkward little smile.

“Thank you for rescuing me,” she said. “Sincerely. But really, I—I should probably just go.”

“Well, you certainly can, if that’s what you want,” the boy said. “But you’re also welcome to just sit here with me until Kyoku’s ready to leave. Not as my client, but as my guest.”

For a moment Lena was torn, but of the boys she’d encountered today this one seemed the most down-to-earth. She knew, looking at him, that he truly wouldn’t begrudge her if she decided to leave.

And because of that, she decided to stay.

“Alright,” she said. “Just a guest, then.”

He smiled, then, and led her to a small tea table to sit across from him.

“I didn’t catch your name,” she said once they’d sat.

“Kyoya,” he said. “And you’re Lena Himura, the first-year student.”

She blinked. “Um. Yes.”

“Sorry,” Kyoya said, lifting his tablet a little. “I make it my business to know who comes and goes.”

“No, um, that’s. Cool,” Lena said, though she was not yet altogether certain that it was.

Kyoya shrugged. “I take my job as club director pretty seriously,” he said airily.

Lena smiled. “Well, it seems like the club’s doing pretty well.”

“We have people like Kyoku to thank for that,” Kyoya said. “The most effective way to advertise, after all, is word of mouth.”

He smiled briefly out over the third music room, over the scores of swooning young women being swept off their feet by the Host Club’s different brands of prettyboy. Then he turned that smile back to Lena.

“But what about you, Lena?” he asked. “What do you do for fun? Maybe I could help you find a club that’s more to your taste.”

“O-oh. Um.” Lena felt a blush fill her face. “Well, I don’t know. I guess. Well. I really like to bake?”

Kyoya blinked.

“Really?” he asked. “What kinds of things do you bake?”

“Oh, all kinds,” Lena said, relaxing a little now that she was talking about something familiar. “I’m partial to cupcakes and muffins, but I can do all kinds of cookies and cakes and things like that. I spent the summer working on my macarons, and I’ve gotten to the point where pretty much every batch turns out how I want them.” 

Quietly, almost sheepishly, Kyoya started to laugh.

“What?” Lena yelped, her face heating with a blush again. “What? What’s so funny?”

“You’re going to think I’m lying,” Kyoya said. “But I promise I’m not. Lena, I believe the Host Club could really make use of your talents, if you’re interested.”

---

“What’s your game?”

Kyoya looked up from his tablet to see Haruhi looking skeptically down on him.

“What game?” Kyoya turned his eyes back to his tablet as he asked, picking up his tea cup and taking a sip.

“With that girl,” Haruhi said, nodding in the direction of the door to the third music room, through which the girl in question had just left. “Lena. I overheard you talking to her. You offered her a position baking snacks for the club.”

Kyoya shrugged.

“She said she liked baking.”

“Yes, but you never do anything unless you think you or the club can benefit from it,” Haruhi said.

Kyoya said nothing. She wasn’t wrong.

“So what is it, then? Are you thinking that if she spends more time around the boys in a non-client capacity she’ll take a liking to one of them?”

“I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” Kyoya said. “I don’t know if she’s realized it yet herself, but I don’t believe she’s attracted to men. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not attracted to anyone at all.”

“You—you can’t just make assumptions like that about people!” Haruhi sputtered.

Kyoya shrugged. “I could be wrong,” he conceded, unperturbed. “But you know already that I rarely am.”

“Then why invite her to bake for the club?” Haruhi pressed.

“Because,” Kyoya finally relented, “she agreed to do it as a member of the club. Which is to say, for free.” He looked up at Haruhi again, this time with a shrewd smile. “Which means we’re going to start saving money on all the cake Honey eats.”

Haruhi’s eyes narrowed into a withering glare.

“And here I thought you might have just done something nice for someone,” she said.

“If she enjoys herself it’ll be an added bonus,” Kyoya replied with a twinkle in his eye. “The Host Club exists to make young women happy, after all.”

Haruhi sighed, walking away.

“You’re ruthless.”

[koriandrsucker]

Hey it’s miss geek here I’ve finished the story I will need to post it in sections so I will label them part 1 by MG part 2 by MG etc

Thank u so much! It was really sweet. Reading Jason getting some love is always the best. If you want me to erase this, I will, but, I’ll post it whole here.

AU where Kori is the best baby sitter in the entire universe… or is she?

by Miss Geek.

“What the hell is this Harper”

“Well I’m pretty sure it’s called playing Jaybird”

“No you moron I mean why is Kori here” Jason growled in Roy’s ear away from the giggles and laughter.

Roy gives him his signature shit-eating grin and replies “I would have thought Bruce would’ve given that talk Jay, Ah well seems I have to do it you see young grasshopper when two people love each-“

“Shut up Harper, I meant why is Kori in your house” Jason was seething, to say the least.

“Ok jaybird listen Lian wanted Kori to babysit her. Jade and I couldn’t say no to her she gave me the eyes ” Roy said, looking at his girlfriend and daughter chatting animatedly with Kori.

Jason sighed, he knew those eyes pretty well. Lian Harper was one of those very few that could get through the lone wolf that was Jason Peter Todd. The five-year-old knew she had him wrapped around her small pinky finger and Jason, being her godfather, only added to the fact he could not say no to her.

“Ok, whatever she’s here to babysit that means I don’t have to be here. I’ll see you-“

“Uhhh well yeah you see about that-“ Roy said sheepishly.

Jason turned his steely blue-eyed gaze at his best friend (if he’s being honest his only friend) and said, “what did you do Harper."

“Well if we are being accurate I didn’t do anything it was your goddaughter that requested to you both being here,” Roy said while he glanced at his girlfriend getting ready to leave for their date and giving Kori any last minutes things she would need to take care of Lian for the night.

“So, Kori and I are babysitting Lian,” Jason looked at Roy in absolute skepticism.

“No...Kori is in charge and technically babysitting Lian you are just here for Lian's entertainment. She said, and I quote, ‘unca jay is funny’“ Roy said smirking the whole time.

“Why can’t I be in charge I can take care of her just fine on my own. I survived the streets on my own until I was 12 so I can handle babysitting her myself for a few hours” Jason protested.

Roy looked to his best friend/brother/partner in crime and replied “I love you like a brother Jaybird and I know without a doubt you will protect Lian with your life but..you can be a walking hazard at times”.

“What? How?“

“Well there was the time you burnt water while trying to heat her milk in her bottle-“

“That was years ago Harper, give me a break-“

“Ok, what about last week when you put the toaster on fire trying to make Lian cheese toasties”.

“I still can’t figure out how a five-year-old knew how to use a fire extinguisher. In my defense, that incidence speaks volumes about your household Harper”

Jason really didn’t want to be alone with Kori.

It’s not that Kori was horrible to be around, in fact, she was the nicest person Jason has ever met. Korina Marie Anders was a pleasant girl who he had been acquainted with six years ago at his adopted brother's 21st birthday. She introduced herself to him and Jason found himself lost for words for the first time in his life, much to the amusement of his entire adopted family.

Even to this day he still thought about her but he was always wary to talk to her for many reasons, one of them due to her history with his brother, “Prick” Grayson (no he didn’t get his name wrong, in Jason's mind that is the name he had christened his older adopted brother). Kori had a brief dating history, by brief meaning literally under three months. The reason why they broke up was unknown to everyone.

However, Jason was not afraid of his brother. If he didn't approach Kori, it was more the fact that he convinced himself of not being good enough and that she would never see him in that way. After all, if she didn’t want Grayson, who all of Jason’s life had known to be Bruce’s golden child, the best son, the prince of Gotham, and everyone’s favorite guy, why on gods green earth would she want him. HIM. Jason Peter Todd, the street kid Bruce Wayne took in, the troublemaker, the dark prince of Gotham.

The only people who he can handle their presence are Roy, Jade, Lian, Alfred, and maybe Tim, on a good day. It’s safe to say Jason got rid of any hope to catch the eye of Korina Anders, but that did not mean his crush went away.

He got out his trip down memory lane as Roy spoke again.

“I don’t really think your problem is about me trusting you.”

“What do you mean,” Jason narrows his eyes at his friend.

“The real issue is you can’t trust yourself around Kori,” Roy replied.

As his best friend, Jason did confide in Roy his crush on the redhead and since then Roy was on a mission to get the two together. Unfortunately, Jason always dodged every plan Roy had. Well, all except this plan. Unbeknownst to Jason, Roy knew what he was doing putting Lian into this. It would make Jason unable to say no.

His plan was working so far, he only hoped it would work in everyone’s favor. Jason’s silence was enough to convince Roy that he still had feelings for Kori. With that reassurance, he called over to his girlfriend. 

“Hey babe come on, we will have to leave now, our reservation is at 7. Thanks again Kors for the recommendation and for looking after Lian tonight.”

Jade turned to Kori gratefully. “We honestly can’t thank you enough it’s been a while we have been out without Lian.”

“Babe, please, she knew how to swear in Vietnamese at three years old, and I sure as hell can't speak a word of Vietnamese, so where would she get THAT from.” Roy retorted, knowing full well he won that argument and the look on his girlfriend meant she knew it too.

Instead, she rolls her eyes at him and turns to her daughter. “Lian be a good girl for your aunt Kori and uncle Jason, ok? Mommy and daddy will be back soon, and Kori, you have both our numbers don’t hesitate to call if you need us”.

“Ok, mommy, I’ll be good me. Aunt Kori and unca Jay will have buckets of fun, won’t we?" As she turned to her uncle and aunt.

Kori answered with, “yes, we will Lian”

Jason was still wrapping around his head that Lian called Kori her aunt. 

“Aunt Kori?” Jason whispered to Roy.

Roy’s reply was not what Jason expected. “Well, actually, Jade and I were hoping that title will change to godmother if all goes well.”

That left Jason lost for words while Kori and Lian waved goodbye.

Lian turned to her uncle and aunt. "What are we gonna do first? Can we play princesses? Oh, what about pony island instead or how about -?” 

Lian Harper was a talker and Jason didn’t know how to control, as he liked to call them, Lian's sugar rush mode.

Kori turns to Lian and says “Did you finish your homework from school?" 

Lian went sheepishly quiet and told Kori “Umm, no aunt Kori.”

Kori gave Lian a smile.

“Well, if you finish your homework we can do what you want.”

Lian thought carefully for a minute and to Jason’s surprise, she calmly replied. “Ok aunt Kori, do you pinky promise?”

She stuck out her pinky only for Kori to take and wrap it around her own. Satisfied that her aunt Kori won’t break her promise, she moved into the kitchen to start her homework. Kori then turned to Jason who had a blank expression.

Kori was concerned so she asked, “Hey Jason everything alright?”

“How did you do that,” he asked still in a daze.

“Do what?“

"Get her to listen to you. She never does that willingly, she usually needs to be bribed.”

Kori smiles at him and he feels his knees buckling. He sometimes forgets the effect she has on him.

“I’ve had a lot of practice with my brother”.

“Ah, right.” He replies and resists the urge to ask her what’s been on his mind.

Instead, she speaks. “Lian tells me you are favorite uncle,” Kori says with a knowing smile.

Jason gives her his signature smirk and tells her, “I’m her only uncle that she sees regularly, so there’s no competition. Not really”.

In a way, Jason has indeed been there for Lian since the beginning and she sees her other uncles, from Dick to Wally, only time to time as Roy isn’t hostile towards them anymore but still, the friendship will never be how it once was. Jason knows fully well how burnt bridges are beyond repair.

However, Kori shakes her head “No, I’ve seen her interact with others. It’s not the same way she looks at you. You should have seen her face when Jade told her you’ll be coming over. Her face lit up like the Fourth of July.”

Jason gives her a genuine smile, something she has not ever seen on the man before her. Always a smirk or a tight smile. So seeing this new smile she realizes it’s an expression she would like to see more of. Hopefully.

Before Jason has the chance to say anything, Lian comes back from the kitchen, finishing her work.

They all decided to play some games much to the embarrassment of Jason. Lian made both of them play pretty pony island. Kori thought Jason cooperating with Lian's demands was adorable. Jason thought he might die.

Kori then went to start making dinner for them all.

Lian turned to her favorite uncle and said “I like aunt Kori, unca Jay”

“Me too, kid.”

“Can you marry her then?”

Jason didn’t think it was possible to choke on air but he proved himself wrong.

“Wait what??? Who told- hold on a minute” Jason tried to get his bearings right before answering his goddaughter. “What are you talking about.”

“Daddy said you like her, so if you marry her she can come round all the time with you right?” She asked innocently and again she used those eyes.

Jason sadly replied, “I don’t think she likes me like that, kid.”

“Why not? your the best unca ever”

She ran over to him to give him the biggest hug she could give. Jason had a habit early in life not to live up to people's expectations because he felt he always fell short on those expectations. However, with Lian, it seemed he could do no wrong and with that, he hugged her back as much as the five years could handle.

That’s how Kori found them and she didn’t want to split them until they did themselves. They both turned to Kori as she explained dinner was ready.

Dinner surprisingly went smooth Lian didn’t make a fuss. It was then time for bed and Lian wanted a story. Jason knew her favorite story was Robin Hood, so as he read the story animatedly to her, Kori watched on the sidelines, smiling the entire time.

Lian then got put to bed as Kori left the room Lian turned to her uncle.

“Unca Jay, aunt Kori is the best babysitter in the universe but you're the best unca ever. I love you unca Jason,” and she drifted to sleep.

Jason smiled, kissed her forehead, and slowly crept out the room.

To his surprise, Kori was right outside the room.

“I told you, you're her favorite uncle. Not that I blame her,” she said with a smirk.

Is she flirting? Jason can say he wasn’t sure, so he tested his theory.

“Oh really,” he said.

“Around the people you love, you don’t pretend to be something you're not. It’s clear as day how you feel about them. You don’t hide behind a mask” Kori replied.

Immediately, Jason had the answer to his question about her flirting with him.

This must be why Prick Grayson and her broke up. Grayson was known to hide behind a mask, he portrayed one image but had another behind closed doors. As friends, it would not be as much of an issue, however, in a relationship, it’s another playing field and with a relationship with Korina Anders, who wears her heart on her sleeve, Jason was sure it caused them to clash.

“It’s difficult to show emotions when you're being raised by Bruce Wayne,” he isn’t sure why he was sticking up for Grayson or maybe it was for himself.

“Well you seem to be doing alright for yourself,” she said shyly.

“I won’t lie to you it’s not like that every day. Some days are better than others,” he admitted.

This is why he didn’t want to be alone with her. Stupid Harper.

"Why won’t you lie to me, I wouldn’t be offended if you did,” she said looking confused.

Without his brain's permission, he blurted out “You’re too good to be lied to.”

His face sure turned the color of Kori’s hair.

Kori smiled at him and admitted, “I heard what you said to Lian about me not liking you in that way. I wasn’t eavesdropping, I promise."

She suddenly turned, ashamed of Jason thinking the worst of her. However, Jason just wanted to crawl in an imaginary hole. Anywhere, please, Lord Almighty, but here with her.

“Please Kori just forget you heard that” Jason pleaded.

“Why” she whispered.

“Because I’d rather forget than you reject me.”

“Who said I would reject you” Jason looks at Kori stunned.

Kori is looking at her feet because she, like him, spilled her feelings.

“Are you serious? Since when?”

“Remember last summer in Gotham? You came back for a visit. I tried to go up to you but it was hard, I didn’t know if you saw me in that way, you always had that too cool for school vibe since I met you. I’m a nerd with an Astrophysics degree. Like I said I didn’t think u would look my way”.

Jason was floored. He never thought this would ever be a conversation but now it’s out in the open. He can’t help but wonder what if.

So right then and there he decides to throw caution to the wind and take the risk.

If anybody knew Jason Peter Todd, they would know he loves to take risks. He moves closer to Kori until there are barely inches apart and whispers to her.

“Trust me, I’ve been seeing you that way for six years, I’m pretty sure I won’t change my mind”.

Kori now was blushing and she couldn’t fight it down. This man in front of her could bring out emotions she never knew she was capable of but she accepted it.

“Me neither.”

She whispered back, afraid if she talked any louder their moment could break. And so with that, reassuring him, his feelings were reciprocated he went in for a chaste kiss. However, the moment his lips landed on hers, Kori turned it more passionate. Even if he was not expecting that from her, Jason allowed Kori to explore all she wanted, after all, he thought she might as well get used to what will be hers and hers alone.

So Jason could agree with Lian that Korina Marie Anders was indeed the best babysitter in the universe.

Now he owed the smug Roy a huge favor.

Hmm, maybe playful revenge is how he’ll show his appreciation. After all, he can’t lose his touch now, can he?

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The Princess and the Peasant - (An Azula Epic) - Chapter 115 - The Last of the Mystics

Team Azula now walked back on their utterly broken-down feet towards the Sentinel Tree once more.

While the forest had finally gone back to its previous peaceful quiet in the wake of both Silah and the invading soldiers being dealt with.

All the while as Azula glared on with unusually exhausted amber golden eyes as she braced her little girlfriend's small body over her armored back.

While the three noblewomen pulled themselves along beside their leader.

All while they watched through the corners of their gazes as the small girl lay face first in the princess's dark hair.

"Azula-sama…" Elle murmured in a timid voice as she hugged the older woman around the neck while she listened to her master let out a low growl that sent a pleasurable shudder down her spine.

"Just one more wretched talk Elle and then we will go home." Azula remarked in a commanding voice as she stomped along with the young girl hanging onto her back.

While the petite girl nodded with a smile on her lips as she clung adorably to the much taller girl's back.

All the while as the others stared on from behind in silent amazement.

And it wasn't too long after that that the princess kicked open the door to the hut.

While the four highborn women quickly poured in as they struggled not to collapse on their feet.

"Boy am I glad to see this tree." Mai grumbled under her breath as they rounded their way around the corner.

"You and me both Clan Saolin." Zoi stated as she stumbled her way down the hall of the hollow tree.

Only for the four highborn women to enter in the next room.

And it was then that Nako dropped the book that she was researching with her brown eyes gazing back at the group in horror.

While Saro glanced up with his mouth ajar in shock.

And even Jiao stopped what she was doing to turn to gaze their way in disbelief.

"P-Princess! Are you alright! What happened!" Nako cried out as she ran towards her princess while Azula's cold eyes turned to glance her way.

And for the most fleeting of instances the princess's harsh gaze flickered with something akin to relief to see that her subject cared about her.

"I am alive Nako. We ran into a group of dangerous enemies on the other side of that spirit portal." The princess responded in a drained voice as sweat still dripped down her regal brow.

While the three commoners listened with looks of worry in their eyes.

And while the seductress tried to hide it the younger woman couldn't help but stare back at her battered lover in concern.

'What kind of enemy is capable of doing that to the princess and the captain! It looks like they just went another round with that monstrous puppeteer!' Saro thought with his golden eyes flickering in worry.

"Are…. you going to be okay Zoi?" Jiao inquired in a softer voice than usual while the noblewoman nodded her head.

"I'll live Jiao. I just don't want to see any more snow for a long time." The captain replied while her lover gazed back at her with a confused look in her eyes.

"Snow captain? There was snow there?" The lieutenant pondered in a bewildered voice as he now took note in the wounds that could only have come from the cold.

"I-is there anything I can do for you Your Highness?" The royal pilot questioned in a devoted voice while princess pushed her way past her.

"You three! Go fetch us water and be quick about it! And that includes you too peasant!" Azula barked with her usual bossiness returning in full force while she watched the three quickly nod in submission.

"Yes princess! I will do so immediately!" Nako exclaimed as she rushed off down the hall.

All the while as Saro and Jiao ran after her to assist her.

While Team Azula numbly found themselves somewhat surprised that the seductress had obeyed without her usual lip.

Although there were all so exhausted that they hardly gave a damn.

Ten minutes later.

Team Azula pushed open the door to Mava's study.

Only for their eyes to widen in bewilderment to see that the mystical woman was hunched over before her spiraling flames once more.

All the while as they made their way in to talk to her for the final time.

Until the battle worn princess plopped down on her ass in a chair with her exhausted girlfriend still panting against her plated chest.

While the three noblewomen dropped down to sit on the floor.

All the while as they gazed on in astonishment to see that their princess was so exhausted that she didn't even care about maintaining appearances by booting their little sister out of her lap.

"Old hag! Let's get this over with already." The princess snapped with a deep scowl on her beautiful lips as she took a heavy gulp of a large jug of water.

While she even paid no mind to the droplets of water that dripped down her parched lips.

Only for her possessive amber golden eyes to glance downward when she saw her little girlfriend reach up for a drink.

And not even a second after that she held it up to the girl's lips while she watched the small girl take a large swig.

"Y-yes wise sage, I must agree with my princess. I…I am ready to go home." The handmaid stated in a tired voice while her princess gazed at her in approval from over her shoulder.

Only for the five girls to watch in confusion when the flames sparked up once more while a sense of unease began to develop in their eyes.

"This is terrible news! It's…it's broken! And now the gateway is closed! You should not have let him get away!" Mava cried out in a foreboding voice as she sat with her back turned to the confused group.

All the while as the flames rose up once more before their uneasy eyes.

"Let…who get away? That horrible man…Nero?" Ty Lee questioned with a fearful swallow only for Mava to grimly shake her head.

While the five females gazed on with their weary minds pondering if the old woman was speaking of Felix.

"No! Not the scientist. He saved your lives for his own twisted ends. If not for his attack on the emperor none of you would have escaped to return to the other side." The sage declared as she turned to face the group with her hauntingly glazed eyes staring at them.

All the while as a renewed look of humiliation flashed before all of their eyes.

The mere fact that they were saved by a man who sought to dissect the benders amongst them was the ultimate insult to injury!

While the princess's amber golden eyes danced with rage once more as she took a furious swallow of water.

All the while as she leaned back on her posterior with her little girlfriend trembling from where she sat on her robed thigh.

"As much as I despise to admit it…she had us completely and utterly beat in both strategy and might. Not only did she spy on us months in advance. She…she was much stronger than us." Zoi commented with shame in her voice as she sunk back against the wall.

While Elle, Mai and Ty Lee shuddered as they were reminded over how it felt when their bodies had started to freeze over.

"That's…that's just because of the cold. If it was in the Fire Nation and we were at full strength we would have won." Azula insisted in a prideful voice with her callous amber golden eyes glaring onward.

While the others gazed on in an unconvinced silence.

"No. No it was not. That monster was toying with all of you. And that is the only reason why you sit here to tell the tale. Had she actually fought you girls and the scientist seriously then it would have been a much different outcome for you and him." Mava informed in a wizened voice while the team fell back into a stunned silence.

All the while as the anger in Azula's eyes only continued to soar to even higher heights.

"Who…who should we have not let get away wise sage?" Elle queried in a gentle voice with fear in her amber eyes once more as she sat on her master's thigh.

"Your brother. You wasted your time…fighting the bomber…and the redhead…and all of the others. When your single greatest priority should have been his capture at all costs." The sage stated as she sat before the rising flames while a face began to form in the smoke.

While looks of outrage formed in the eyes of the four highborn women when they found themselves gazing back at Felix's madly laughing face once more.

All the while as Elle swallowed fretfully with her amber eyes glaring back at her brother's insane face.

"D-does this have something to do with my confrontation with Felix when I fired that ball of energy at him? I was meaning to ask how I did that." The handmaid requested in a puzzled voice while her princess loomed protectively over her head.

"In a sense young Component. The closer a holder of the Component is to the Spirit World, the stronger the power of the Component will be. You tapped into the spiritual energy of the gateway and harnessed it to attack your brother." Mava revealed in a gruff voice while the group listened with awe in their eyes.

While they all turned to gaze back at their young friend's adorably confuddled face with astoundment in their eyes once more.

"So…that's why Elle was stronger. She harnessed the power of the portal. That must also be how the girl was able to defeat that man Reynolds." The princess muttered in a moody voice as she held her jug in hand with her stern eyes gazing down at the back of her pet's golden head in amazement.

"You perceive correctly princess. The principal function of the Component is that it is able to cut through and remove mystical barriers that stand in the way of the holder. As you know…this is also why the Component is able to disrupt the flow of chi of the Avatar and beings like him. And it is precisely why Elle was able to cut through the colonel's foreign weapon." The sage explained in a weathered voice while the highborn women still at the teenager in shock.

While Elle's cheeks started to turn pink as she blushed under all of the combined attention from her friends.

"I still can't believe that you are capable of such power…tiger monkey." Azula snorted in a fondly strict voice as she eyed her reddened girlfriend with possessive amber golden eye.

"I-I still wish I wasn't Azula-sama. I don't want to be have this power… I just want to serve you and nothing else." Elle mumbled in a distressed voice as she fiddled her thumbs while Azula allowed herself to smile down at her.

All the while as both Mai and Ty Lee said nothing as they fondly shook their heads over the young girl's innocently obsessive desire to serve the princess.

"Oh Elle. Don't you worry. You are going to spend your whole life serving me and perhaps…even your eternity as well." The princess sighed as she began to coil a fingernail in her ebony hair while she allowed a small smile to grace her exhausted lips.

While the two noblewomen almost shivered over how terrifying that sounded to them.

Only for the two to watch their little sister's smile more brightly after hearing those words.

"I…I would like that very much Azula-sama." The handmaid muttered as she smiled when a strong hand patted her golden head.

While she leaned back with the back of her head pressing into her master's armored breasts.

All the while as she paid no mind when her girlfriend propped her elbow up in her hair as she reclined her tall body behind her.

"Considering that the Component is able to go through a mystical barrier it is only natural that given the right conditions the holder can also go through a physical object as well." Mava replied in a seemingly timeless voice as she held herself up on her staff.

While Team Azula listened with marvelment in their eyes as they tiredly nodded their heads.

"Old woman. I demand that you tell me why we should have brought back my servant's vile brother and while you're at it you better be able to also tell me more about this link to the girl's power than you were able earlier." Azula snarled as she let out a protective snort of blue fire over her little trembling handmaid.

"In order to tell you that. I must first tell you who and what I am." The sage responded in a mystical voice while the group gazed on with curiosity in their confused eyes.

"Ugh. Whatever. But it had better not involve anymore riddles." The princess grumbled as she sat back with her jug in hand as took another relaxing sip of water.

All the while as her callous amber golden eyes kept a close watch over the teenager sitting in her robed lap.

"But…you said that you are Mava…right?" Elle asked in a voice that was filled with innocent wonder while her master scowled back at the wrinkled woman.

"That is right child. My name is Mava and I am the very last of a fading order of mystics whose sole purpose is to guide the Component." Mava announced in a learned voice as her face was accented by the flames while the highborn women listened with their eyes wide in disbelief.

"A whole order of mystics just to guide me?" The handmaid repeated in an awed voice while her princess sat in astonishment above her.

"Our order has existed for over a thousand years. It was first established long ago with the assistance of one of the ancient Fire Lords of old. So long ago…that I do not even know his or her name." The sage revealed in a profound voice with her words causing the Fire Nation women to stare on in shock.

While the princess's lips now curled into an angered glower as a blue torch lit over the wall behind her as proof of her ire.

"And you had the nerve to insinuate that I was unworthy when this very order was created by one of my ancient ancestors! That by itself makes me more worthy than anyone else in this world!" The princess hissed with great anger in her voice that was only tempered in part when she felt her serving girl place her gentle hand on her arm.

Only for the fury in her eyes to grow when the weathered woman slammed her staff down on the floor of the hut.

All the while as the three noblewomen sat there in a puzzled silence.

"No, it does not! The Fire Lords of old were noble leaders that cared about their people. Ever since Sozin the Royal Family has been naught but a line of tyrants. All your family has cared about is making yourselves richer at the expense of the peasants that suffer under your family's oppressive rule." Mava retorted in a resentful voice as she pointed a wrinkled finger back at Azula's furiously glaring face.

While the other three highborn women sat in an unsettled silence as they wisely avoided stating aloud that it sounded as if the old woman had a valid point.

"T-the princess isn't like her father and the others Mava. When she becomes Fire Lord, she is going to make it better. I know so. I…I believe in her." Elle insisted in a faithful voice as she chewed on her lip while Azula found herself visibly calming over her.

While Mai sighed under her breath as she mused that she could only hope that Azula at least made an effort.

Otherwise sooner or later she was bound to lose Elle's innocent admiration.

"Perhaps she will young Component. We shall see. In any event our order was created to keep the secrets of the Component alive for the day that the holder should return. And that is what we did…all of us for over a thousand years." The sage admitted in a greatly tired voice with her words stunning the team so deeply that the fury vanished in the princess's widened eyes.

"Your order managed keep such powerful secrets in memory for that long?" The captain asked in a stunned voice with her golden eyes wide in shock.

"F-for over a thousand of years? Just to talk to me or whoever came through?" The handmaid repeated in a disbelieving voice while her princess gazed on in awe from over her shoulder.

"We did. And we didn't do it just so some spoiled princess could make light of our sacrifice. I didn't do this because I wanted to spend my entire life in a tree you know. I did it because there was no one else left to take up the task and if I didn't do it then the order would have died off. And then there would be no one here to enlighten young Elle's mind." Mava explained in a sage voice as she balanced herself on her staff while Elle's amber eyes widened with emotion.

All the while as the highborn women sunk back in their seats in an affected silence.

"I…I am sure that Azula meant no disrespect Sage Mava. She…she just has never been very good at showing her emotions. And she is only just now starting to learn how to do so with Elle's help." The acrobat spoke in a hastened voice while the princess sat in a prideful silence.

While the mighty princess just let out a haughty snort as she turned to stare at the old woman.

Only for her amber golden eyes to glance down in puzzlement when saw her girlfriend standing up from her lap.

"Arigatou gozaimasu for doing so Sage Mava. I…and all of my friends are forever in your debt." Elle stated in a highly sentimental voice as she bowed at the hip while Azula sat scowling down at her.

Just as Zoi lowered her head in a respectful bow while Mai followed suit soon after.

And soon so did Ty Lee.

While Azula still sat scowling with her arms over her breasts only to find herself growling when she felt the acrobat push her head into a slight bow.

And not even a second later the princess sprang back up with her amber golden eyes still glaring back at the old woman.

Just before the team turned back towards the flames when they arose higher once more.

"We…have carried these hallowed secrets with us for all this time. All the while we were unable to share them with anyone outside of the order." The sage continued in a wizened voice while the five younger females listened in a spellbound silence.

"You couldn't speak to the Royal Family and the noble clans of it? Not even before the days of Fire Lord Sozin?" Zoi inquired in a fascinated voice while Azula still sat scowling in her seat.

Just as the princess's cold eyes took note of how her girlfriend's legs were wobbling in exhaustion.

And just when the teenager started to sway on her woozy feet.

She let out a lovable squeak when she was pulled down to sit in the older woman's lap once more.

All the while as her cheeks turned pink once more as she peered shyly up at her caretaker's stoic face while the woman frowned sternly down at her.

Only for the couple's attentions to be rapidly regained when the old woman shook her head no.

"We could not. Because with Sozin and afterward the sacred knowledge would have been used to cause even further suffering in the world. And before Sozin…the Avatar would have destroyed it." Mava answered in a timeworn voice while the team stared on with astonishment in their widened eyes.

"The Avatar…would have destroyed it?" The markswoman inquired in an unnaturally spellbound voice as the old woman nodded her head.

"The order lost the support of the Royal Family over eight hundred years ago because the Avatar believes us to be evil. The Avatar cannot understand because the Avatar cannot see the Primordial One or what it is doing. Therefore, the Avatar swayed the Royal Family and beyond to pay our warnings no mind. So, we were left with no other alternative but to sit and wait, and hope that the rune in this valley would prevent the Primordial One from coming for us." The sage remarked in a grave voice while the younger females listened in a stricken silence.

The more they heard the more frightening it became!

"That's what you're doing in this valley? You're…hiding from this creature?" Azula asked with utter disbelief in her amber golden eyes while Elle shivered in fear in her lap.

While a sense of newfound dread came over the entire team when the sage nodded her head with unrivaled graveness.

"Well, you don't have to worry anymore Mava! You have Azula-sama's support now! If the Avatar comes around Her Highness will give him what for!" The handmaid cried out in a devoted voice while the princess's lips curled into a small smile.

While the three nobles gazed fondly at their young friend.

Just as the princess patted the smaller girl's golden head while her hand then took to resting in the girl's hair.

"All of these improvements that you girls have been making in strength would not be possible if you told yourself before you even tried that the Avatar is the only one who can do it. And that is why this being wishes for the Avatar Cycle to remain intact…so that humanity will stay weak. Therefore, the creature has created a cloud over the minds of nearly everyone on this planet." Mava stated in a weathered voice with her hands clutching her staff while the team sat in an unnerved silence.

"Y-you said that it is doing something…what is it doing?" Elle stammered with fear in her voice while Azula gazed on with protective amber golden eyes from over her shoulder.

"The Primordial One does what your princess does when she gets her hands on a large bowl of cherries. It devours." The sage explained with her wrinkled fingers holding her staff while all but Azula stared on in amusement.

All the while as Azula sat there with her amber golden eyes burning with the infernos of war.

"Are you…making fun of your Crown Princess's appetite?" The princess questioned in a menacing voice while her girlfriend listened in an enraptured silence.

"I-it eats? Eats what?" The handmaid gulped in a fretful voice only to find herself comforted by the sound of her master growling behind her trembling ear.

"Chi." Mava responded in a vague yet utterly dire voice while highborn women and their young servant friend gazed back in an unsettled silence.

"It…eats chi?" Azula pondered in a greatly intrigued voice while she rose a regal brow.

"A great deal of it. To put it lightly. In any case Princess Azula. I will give you a word of warning. If you are truly serious about becoming worthy…and wish to remain alive long enough to do so. You will take great care who you speak of this being around." The sage advised in a deathly urgent voice while Azula rose an elegant brow.

"Are you…telling me that it is not safe for me to discuss it with my own subjects?" The princess snorted as she rolled her amber golden eyes while her serving girl shivered once more.

"That is exactly what I am saying. It has many followers throughout all walks of life. And if word gets out that you are looking for it. Its followers will infiltrate your palace staff…perhaps a servant…perhaps one of your guards…regardless of the mask it will get to you." Mava warned in a frighteningly ominous voice while a look of great paranoia passed over Azula's widened amber golden eyes.

While a newfound sense of terror came over the air as the entire team sat in a disbelieving state of quiet.

All the while as Elle swallowed in fright once again as Azula gazed on with searching amber golden eyes.

"So…it has a cult that is capable of penetrating even the ranks of the Royal Family?" The captain queried with a wary voice as she narrowed her golden eyes as she clenched her fist at her hip.

"A vast cult. A cult that is the entire planet." The sage declared in a terrifying voice as the team sunk back in their seats with their eyes wide in shock.

"T-the entire planet? But how is that possible?" Ty Lee stammered with great fear in her voice while Mava's flames rose up behind her.

"Because it has the whole world outside of this valley and Silah’s citadel is under its rune…its veil. The only people in this whole world that I know with certainty are aware of this creature's existence are everyone in this room…Silah and the one called Vega." Mava informed in a beyond dire voice as Team Azula gaped on with their eyes wide in incredulity.

"That's it?" Azula repeated in a disbelieving voice as she tried to fight down the sudden sense of paranoia that she felt rushing over her.

If the old hag was speaking truthfully…and she has yet to catch her in a lie.

That would mean this being can find them anywhere at any time!

"Now do you understand? If left unchecked…this creature will eventually kill every living being on this planet." The sage declared with her flames rising up over her while the younger females sat back with their eyes wide in horror.

"A-all life? We have to stop it Azula-sama!" Elle cried out as she reached up to tug on Azula's sleeve while her master let out a heavy sigh.

"You want to be worthy Princess Azula? Think not of how you desire power for your own whims and think instead of how you can save the world. This isn't about you or me…or Elle…it is about all of us. For we will all share the same fate if we fail." Mava spoke in a venerable voice as Azula stared on with her hardened amber golden eyes pondering those words.

"You said that this Vega will come riding on the wings of this force of darkness. But what of Silah? Is she allied with…it?" Zoi pondered with her golden eyes staring on coldly while her princess also glowered over the mention of the woman's name.

Only for all five girls to gaze on with curiosity in their eyes when the old woman let out a depressed sigh.

Almost as if…she was saddened by the loss of the other woman's enigmatic friendship.

"Silah…. was supposed to be the one sitting here speaking to the young Component…not me. She…was the one who was originally chosen to become the next sage." The sage confessed with sadness in her voice while the team gazed on with speechless looks in their widened eyes.

Out of all of the things that the old woman had told them.

That had to rank up there as highest with the existence of this…Primordial One!

"Silah and I are the last two members of the great order of mystics. My former master…chose Silah to succeed him and carry on this sacred knowledge until the day that the holder returns. But Silah…fell to her darker impulses." Mava spoke in barely perceivable whisper while the highborn women sunk back in unfathomable disbelief.

The simple fact that they were originally supposed to be speaking with the woman who wants to slaughter them just for pleasure was mind boggling!

"W-why…why didn't she?" The handmaid stammered in an emotional voice.

While she started to feel a sense of guilt for making people wait so long for her to reappear.

"Because child…to become the sage you must bind yourself to this infernal tree." The sage muttered as she sat holding her staff while the group stared on with their eyes widening in realization.

And now the entire team understood what Mava meant.

She…bound herself to the Sentinel Tree just for the sake of keeping this information alive so it could one day reach little Elle!

"Silah chose to reverse the power of the sage…and bind people to her as her puppets instead of binding herself to the Sentinel Tree. And after that…she left to follow the path of a dark sage and to live the life of the hunt. I know not whether she has aligned herself with this revolting creature but I know this. All Silah cares about is the thrill of her hunt." Mava commented with a scowl on her aged lips while a shudder spread throughout the air.

"And so now…we have to deal with this…Primordial One and its followers…while facing the Avatar and on top of all that…we have to deal with this doll freak chasing us down? Joy." Mai snorted with a shiver traveling down her spine while Ty Lee shuddered beside her.

While Azula and Zoi glared on with prideful fury in their eyes as well as an eagerness to pay the puppeteer back for their underground battle.

All the while as Elle began to shake once more when the flames rose up yet again.

While her amber eyes widened when she saw that her brother's face was forming in the fire once more.

All while the highborn women gazed on with looks of hatred in their narrowed eyes.

"All of that and much more. Your situation just got many times worse with your defeat on the other side of the gate." The sage began in a low voice as the team listened with their unnerved eyes gazing back at the young man's laughing visage in the flames.

"H-how?" Elle squeaked as she sat on Azula's lap while the woman stared on with murderously narrowed amber golden eyes.

"Child. The power has been in the blood of your family for countless generations…perhaps even as far back as to the days when the Fire Lord of old founded the Order of the Mystics. You see it was this noble Fire Lord who also founded the Component holder lineage." Mava announced with her hands gripping her staff while a sense of profoundly disbelief swept over the air.

While Elle turned to peer up at Azula with a newfound adorable admiration in her eyes that would have made the others chuckle if not for the gravity of what the old woman was saying.

All the while as Azula swelled with pride as she puffed out her breasts with a smirk already forming on her lips.

And that was all it took for both Mai and Ty Lee to sigh as they knew that Azula was going to make the poor girl worship her even more than before out of some perceived gratitude for what her ancestors did.

"Really? I really do have a divine right to rule over this one then." The princess boasted with a flip of her hair while she held her head high as she took delight in how her serving girl was now gazing up at her as if she were Agni herself.

"A-Azula-sama…I didn't know that your ancient family founded it." The handmaid stuttered in an awed voice as her princess stuck her nose up over her while her big sisters sighed in the background.

"Yes, well you can make it up to me by spending the rest of your little life worshiping the ground that I walk on." Azula huffed as she scanned her fingernails on her clenched fist with a spoiled smile already gracing her lips.

While she paid no mind to the sisterly growl that Ty Lee was sending her way.

Only for the old sage to cut the couple off before they could speak of it any further.

"No! The Fire Lord did not found the power itself. The Component was originally a force that was held inside an ancient tablet that held the key to breaching the Primordial One's defenses, so that the Matrix of Light could then be used to destroy it and its creations once and for all. What this Fire Lord did do…was merge the power within the tablet into a loyal follower of the then Royal Family." The sage explained in a greatly wise voice while the team listened in shock once more.

All the while as the mighty princess turned to gaze back down at her serving girl with a look of awe in her amber golden gaze.

"A loyal follower of the then Royal Family? Does that mean that young Elle is a descendant of this follower?" The captain asked in a marveled voice as she felt even more desire to protect the girl build up within her.

Under no circumstances could they allow Fire Lord Ozai to distort and use her as a tool of war!

It was a thought that was on all of the four highborn women's minds.

Even the Fire Princess herself.

"It is likely. As I told you all before. It is not restricted to just lineage that the founding Fire Lord created. It can transfer to someone who has no connection to the original lineage. I do not know all of the rules. What I do know is that the lineage was created so that the Primordial One could not destroy the power of the Component so easily." Mava replied with upmost seriousness in her gravely voice while the group sat in a stunned silence.

"Does…. that mean that Azula-sama and I are descendants of an ancient team of princess and servant? Am I really meant to serve her?" Elle asked in a lovably sweet voice as she gazed up at Azula's still surprised face.

While she and her girlfriend gazed back into each other's eyes as she smiled shyly under the older woman's stern stare.

All the while as she twiddled her thumbs while her princess's lips pulled into a charming smile.

And then she gasped when a strong hand lowered into her hair once more while she sat in shock as she found herself being petted under the princess's warm once yet again.

While the acrobat and the markswoman exchanged a wary look as they hoped that the princess wouldn't let it go too far to her head.

"It would seem so servant but fear not. I won't mistreat you." The princess assured with a smile on her lips while her girlfriend flushed under her domineering stare.

"O-oh Azula-sama. I know that you would never abuse me." The handmaid murmured with a hand on her reddened cheek while her big sisters sighed heavily.

Only for the adorable teenager to deflate when the old woman sighed as well.

"No. You two are not hearing me. The objective was not to create a servant that catered to the Royal Family's whims. The purpose was and is to save the world from the Primordial One." The sage explained with a gruff voice only for the three noblewomen to gaze on humorously when the couple seemed to not hear her.

"You…you really are my master Azula-sama." Elle spoke up in an adorably sweet voice while Azula smiled down at her in even more approval than ever before.

"Indeed, I am dear. And you really are my fated servant." Azula stated with a wide smile on her lips while her childhood friends stared at her in disapproval.

"A fated bond with a princess charming that was meant to be…how romantic." The handmaid gushed as she wrapped her arms around the taller girl's belly while the princess smiled down at her.

'So, my Elle really was meant to belong to me?' The princess thought with her beautiful lips curving into a content smile.

This just made Elle all the more special.

They truly were fated to stand side by side as the princess and her peasant.

"So…anyhow what happened to the founding Fire Lord? Obviously…whoever it was did not succeed. Is that right?" Zoi questioned with a stoic voice while the couple turned their attention back to the old sage.

Only for all five members of Team Azula to feel a sense of dread fall over them once more when the flames rose even higher.

"Wiped out and erased from most history books. The same fate that awaits all who the Primordial One destroys." Mava informed in a grim voice as the team sat back with their eyes wide in a sense of rising unease.

'Is all of this true? Is this being truly this powerful?' Azula thought with her amber golden eyes glancing on while she scowled deeply.

"What I was trying to get at child…is that there are means in which another member of your family can become the new holder with or without your consent." The sage declared in a voice of unequaled graveness while the team felt their stomachs drop as soon as they heard those words.

All the while as their eyes widened as they recalled the words that Felix spoke to them back in their encounter.

I know all about that power of yours Elle. And soon…very soon you will see that you need me.

It is time that we showed the world the power of the Turner family!

While a newfound look of rage came over the princess's mighty narrowed eyes as she glared on imposingly over her young girlfriend's fearful shoulder.

All the while as she began to clench her bloodied fists in her fury as she watched the flames take shape in Felix's face once more.

"My child…I regret to inform you…that you only possess half of the Component." Mava announced with evident unease in her serious voice as Elle sunk back with her amber eyes widening in confusion.

While the four highborn women stared on with their eyes wide in shock over the sage's grim declaration.

All the while as they swallowed in trepidation as they thought back to the power that Felix showed in their encounter.

Just as the princess abruptly stood up with her amber golden eyes burning wide in rage while her girlfriend fell from her lap with a squeak.

"You mean to tell me that the ability that worn showed in battle…was the Component!" Azula roared with her fists lighting up with blue fire once more while her lips sunk into a snarl.

All the while as Zoi gazed on with her golden eyes wide in fright like never before.

While Mai and Ty Lee now looked as if they had turned as white as a ghost!

"H-half? B-but I thought you told me that I was the Component!" Elle cried out from where she lay on the floor at her princess's boots while the woman towered over her.

"You are child. You used to possess all of it. But somewhere along the line you lost half. Did he do something to you at any point while you were unconscious?" The sage pondered in an urgent voice as the four highborn women stared on with absolute outrage in their murderous eyes.

While Elle now shook on the floor as she tried to sit up with her angered eyes gazing back at the visage of her monstrous brother.

"H-he…he always liked to put sleepy pills in food and drinks…that' why I…learned to cook my own food." The handmaid stammered in a voice of fearful realization as she audibly swallowed.

While the captain now stared on with her golden eyes agape in utter disgust.

While the princess and her two noble friends now looked even more regretful that they had not met their sensitive young friend sooner.

"Come here child. I'll see if I can pull it from your mind." Mava requested with a wag of her hand while Elle shakily stood up.

All the while as the highborn women glared on with promises of murder in their eyes.

And then the teenager came to a stop standing on her nervous legs before the old sage.

Just as the old woman reached out to place her wrinkled palm on the blonde's shaken forehead.

While the team stood back with their eyes wide with anticipation.

And then after what seemed to be a minute of unsettling waiting the hermit withdrew to face her fire.

While the teenager took a frightful step back as she saw her brother's image finish taking shape in the mystic flames.

All the while as the princess stepped forward to loom behind her frightened girlfriend with her callous eyes glaring imperiously back into the fire.

Only for her amber golden eyes to widen in a sense of some horrible foreign emotion when she saw an image of the girl laying on what appeared to be an operating table surrounded by a masked medical staff.

While Elle's amber eyes widened in horror like never before with her big sister's arising to their feet to stare on in shock behind her.

All the while as Felix stood over Elle with a man at the forefront who looked to be a doctor of some kind who appeared to be administering anesthetic to the girl.

"H-he's my brother…my own brother. Why…why would he do this to me?" The handmaid inquired with a tear in her eye while the princess now looked as if she were about to explode in her royal rage.

While the noblewomen stood stricken into a horrific silence unable to answer their adopted sister's sorrowful question.

"I must warn you…there is a chance that your sister will not survive this…" The doctor began in something akin to a hesitant voice while Elle in the present stared back in disbelief at her unmoving past self.

By the look of it this couldn't have happened more than six months before she came to the Fire Nation!

All the while as Team Azula was rendered into a state of absolute shock as they watched Felix roll his eyes in an almost Azulalike fashion.

Only even Mai knew that there was no way that Azula would have ever done something like this to Zuko!

"Elle will be fine. At least…more so than you will be if you decline me. If you have any moral reservations about it, I could just feed you to my seekers…" Felix spoke as he smiled menacingly back at the older man's terrified face.

While the highborn women listened in utter repugnance that the man hinted that he fed people to his pet beasts.

"No! N-no! I…have no moral compunctions…I…am ready when you are." The older man swallowed as he stood over the teenager with his remorseful eyes keeping a close watch on the girl's vitals.

And it was then that the entire team began to turn hot white in their rage as they watched the brother lean over their young friend's unconscious body!

"Poor Elle. You try so hard to win but you always lose." The brother remarked cruelly as he reached down to wipe a stray tear from his sister's eye.

And then just like that a sickening light shot out from the teenager's body while everyone watching was rendered into a speechless silence.

Even the sage who had seen the repressed memory in the teenager's mind had was stunned by the sheer level of the man's cruelty.

All the while as Elle backed up until the back of her head hit the bottom of her princess's armored breasts.

While the Fire Princess stared on with bubbling fury in her amber golden eyes.

All the while as she smashed her fists at her hips with her subordinates staring on in endless disgust.

And that was all it took for the team to gaze on in horror when the young man began to withdraw a bright light from the girl's chest.

And then Felix took a step back with the orb of light humming beneath his power-hungry hands.

And then not even a second later he slammed it into his chest while the group stood in shock as they watched Felix force it inside him!

And with that Felix tipped his head back as he began to release disturbing cackles with his glasses shaking over the bridge of his nose!

While the doctor seemed to be almost riddled with remorse as he turned away to gaze off into the distance of the room.

All the while as the team of medical staff stared on with fear in their eyes when the young man's body began to emit a frightening glow.

"So, this is the inheritance of the Turner family! It feels so sublime! And it belongs to me now!" Felix shouted with his gloved hands held out before his delightfully grinning face while the team stared into the flames in horror.

"W-what did I do to…deserve this?" Elle stuttered with heavy emotion in her angered voice while Azula trembled in rage over her.

And then the mystic vision in the flames finally faded away while a lone tear slid down Elle's cheek.

While the calamitous sound of Felix's lingering laughter as it sent a chill down the spines of all present.

Until that too soon vanished leaving only the sense of indescribable dread of what this will mean for the conflict to come.

Although one thing remained clear to Elle.

And that was that she had to stop her brother and take back what he stole from her.

The lives of everyone that she cherished were depending on it.

For the sake of all of her friends in both worlds.

For the sake of her Princess Azula.

And for the sake of the legacy of her mother.

There was no way that she could let Felix win!

He had to be stopped!

No matter what it takes!

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Petals.

Chapter 25: Coping mechanism.

Monday came with the unfortunately reminder that the exams were next week so they needed to study. Like really study. At least, that was what Hermione told everyone who spoke to her.

Pansy and Blaise were actually hiding from her. Draco would have done the same if it weren’t for the burning feeling on his chest that was begging him to fix the things with Potter, again. Revising right next to the boy was the easiest way to be near without having to actually talk about that bloody weekend.

One problem, though: Ginevra was sitting on the boy’s lap.

Hermione tried to very casually suggest that maybe they could go and spend time with each other somewhere else; Draco was thinking: ‘Yes, somewhere else. Any other place. Leave. Be disgusting in private.’ Ron agreed with her that this was rather unnecessary.

Draco was having trouble keeping the coughs to a minimum. He had evolved to cough, in a very controlled manner, with his mouth close. The petals would accumulate there and the blond boy would swallowed them. After an hour or so, his mouth tasted like blood and daffodils. So fucking disgusting.

Ginevra laughed of something that Potter did and kissed him on the nose. Draco fought the urge to have a coughing fit right there.

“Draco.” He heard the voice and looked up. The hazel-eyed was holding his books, standing in front of the table... Talking to him in front of everyone. He blinked.

“Theo.”

They hadn’t spoken since Sunday morning. The blond boy thought that maybe Theodore regretted the time they spent together that way.

“I need help with Potions.” The brunette said while the corner of his mouth twitched upwards (with a very small gesture). Draco just shrugged and indicated him to sit next to him. The boy shook his head.

“I’m busy right now. After dinner”

And Draco watched him go, being indecently handsome and flirty in the most subtle way possible.

Weasley was watching him, a glint of mischief in his eyes, of complicity.

“Potions” The redhead pronounced every letter dragging it along, enjoying how red Draco’s face got. Hermione hit his head with a book an furiously wrote something in a parchment, looking sideways to check that the happy couple weren’t looking. He leaned to read what it said.

‘He is not out. Ginny doesn’t know. Shut your mouth.’

Then she broke the piece of parchment and returned to her book.

Potter seemed to be unaware of what Theodore had implied. That, or he simply did not care anymore. The daffodils started to hurt him again.

———————

Theodore's kisses were, probably, his new favorite thing in the world. The daffodils didn't agree, though.

The hazel-eyed boy was kissing his neck, Draco grabbed the boy's face and guided him to put his lips over his. He needed to stop thinking. He was seeing the scene in his head: Potter's lovey-dovey eyes when he looked at Ginevra, the redhead sitting on his lap, the way they kissed. The blond boy wanted to shut down his brain, and he only knew a way to do it.

Draco sat on the boy's lap, he heard him moan between the kiss. Theo pulled away just a little so he could speak, smirk in place.

"Did the Golden boy went all cave man on you, after I talked to you on the library?." Draco snorted and a petal escaped from his mouth.

"He doesn't care, Theo."

The brunette kissed him softly before whispering in his ear.

"Yes, he does. He sees me as a fucking threat and I'm loving it."

The mischief in his hazel eyes was the most indecent thing that the blond boy had seen in his short life. Draco laughed and called him a deluded idiot before pushing him to lay on the mattress and kissing him again.

———————

So... Draco had developed a new coping mechanism for the Hanahaki, basically. Every time he saw Potter with Ginevra, he would excuse himself and marched off to find Theodore.

The brunette was, mostly, still busy, but Draco found himself persuading him more than one time to use the Room of Requirement for something else entirely. He just wished that he could distract him so much that he would forget the mission all together.

He was returning from the Room of Requirement, it was almost dinner time and he needed to meet Blaise and Pansy. He was fixing his tie when he found Potter sitting alone by a window on the seventh floor.

The boy didn’t seem to notice him standing there, he kept looking at the window. The drops of rain were sliding down the glass. Draco couldn’t help to stare at the beautiful boy while he watched the rain fall.

He felt like it had been years since he saw Potter alone and brooding, in his very handsome and poetic way, with his green eyes full of emotions. The daffodils started to move inside him. ‘HE IS SO GORGEOUS.’ To which he internally responded ‘Yes, I fucking know already’

“Why don’t you join me? That way you can, at least, stare in a more comfortable way.” Potter said in a sassy tone, his eyes still looking through the window.

He felt the heat invading his face: cheeks, nose and ears. The flowers were thrilled that the boy simply knew that it was him. He forced himself to hold his breath as he walked towards the window and sat in front of him.

The green-eyed boy didn’t look at him, and the stayed in silence for a while... Looking through the window. The boy broke the silence.

“I was right.” Draco just stared at him, confused. Potter didn’t even look at him to explain. “I told you that, if you flirted with him or something, then he would see you: I was right.” The boy snorted. “Now, he can’t even keep his hands to himself for an entire day.”

Draco frowned, he sensed the annoyance in the green-eyed boy... He just couldn’t figure out why was he annoyed.

‘Yes, he does. He sees me as a fucking threat and I'm loving it.’

Could it be?... The daffodils were dancing around, so very happy, inside of him. He resisted the urge to cough.

“Well... I’m not complaining, Potter.” His green eyes glared at him.

“You should. You deserve more than the way he uses you.”

Poor, naive, Golden boy... He didn’t have a clue that, actually, it was the other way around. Theo was the one who took care of him when he was a mess. Theo was the one who offered to be a distraction for him. Theo was the one who asked to keep his first coughed up daffodil. Draco felt kind of guilty about it.

He didn’t want to use Theodore, but he felt like he might just cough daffodils all over the school if he didn’t. The blond boy actually tried to ask the boy about his feelings a few times ,but Theo would just kiss his doubts away or he would tell him to shut up; and the conversations ended right there.

“He is not using me. Believe me, Potter: I’m not doing anything that I don’t wish to do.”

The green-eyed didn’t respond. His eyes were on the bloody window again, moody face in place. After a while he decided that maybe he didn’t want to hear the answer but he was going to ask anyway.

“How are you with your Weasley princess? You seem happy.” Draco asked with his very best fake smile. Potter sighed.

“I don’t know...” Then, he checked to see that they were alone in the hallway, and looked at Draco. “You know how my dad looks at Padfoot?” The boy asked in a low voice, Draco just nodded. “I want that.”

The blond boy rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well, get in line.”

“Oh shut up, Malfoy. You are not even in the line. You don’t even know what it’s like to be confused about your feelings.”

Draco just stared at him, eyes wide. The boy sighed.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Potter.”

The boy looked troubled... The flowers were moving, begging him to get closer, to help with whatever he needed. He wished he could have some time alone in his own mind.

“I like her, I care about her... I just... How do I know if I love her? Shouldn’t it feel earth-shattering or something?”

“Why are you asking yourself this? You barely have been dating for a couple of weeks.” He said trying to appear aloof even thought he was dying to know.

Potter rested his head against the arc of the window and sighed.

“Everyone just keeps making jokes”

“Like what?” The boy looked at him from the corner of his eye, hesitant.

“That we are going to get married and stuff.”

His mouth was forming a little pout. Draco thought it was the cutest thing he ever saw. The flowers were so confused by the conversation that he didn’t even cough at the thought of Potter marring the she-weasel.

“I always thought you would.” The blond boy said shrugging.

The green-eyed boy blushed terribly, and frowned at him.

“Why?”

“Call it a hunch, Potty.”

The boy crossed his arms and looked at the rain again. Draco wished to draw him just like that, so handsome and moody. So very Potter.

“It doesn’t feel like the song.” The boy said in a very low voice, almost like a whisper. Draco hummed in understanding, he meant ‘Love of my life’.

Maybe he would regret this, but fuck it.

“It doesn’t have to feel like that.” The boy turned to look at him, expectant. “Did you know that John Deacon wrote ‘You’re my best friend’ to his wife? Sirius told me.” Potter just shook his head. “That’s another way of loving someone. You don’t need pain and angst to love more or something. You just fall in love and that’s it.”

The dark-haired boy was looking at him. Draco felt like those green eyes were looking for answers in the most deep places hidden inside of him. Draco swallowed the petals that tried to get out from his mouth. Something in that moment felt intimate, mesmerizing. The blush in his cheeks was getting worst.

“But that’s just it, isn’t it?” Potter started to say. “You fall in love. I don’t feel like I fell from anywhere.”

And it was so pure when he said it. So innocent. Draco’s mouth twitched in amusement before bursting into laughter.

“This is why I don’t like to talk about feelings. Everyone just laughs.” The boy huffed, and Draco laughed even harder.

“I’m sorry! But it’s just how it’s called! It doesn’t mean anything.” He responded between the laughs.

The green eyes were still looking at him. Potter hesitated to talk.

“Didn’t it feel like falling to you?”

Draco blinked. He remembered those big green eyes and the crooked glasses with the baggy clothes. He remembered the first sassy response he got from the boy on the train. He remembered seeing the boy catching the remembrall at the first quidditch class...

The petals escaped from his mouth as he coughed.

“Yes... It did.”

And Potter’s green eyes looked more conflicted than ever.

[aliypop]

May Victory Lead You

Wordcount: 2,240

Warning: Violence , Language

A/N: Part 8! 

Blood redden the water that beheld the jewel of the kingdom Abbinshire. Mages, knights, and even warriors trod the paths that not even kings once stood. Guards and crooked knights of virtue surrounded the castle, and Adina knew there was no backing down now.

 "Nice to see you bought my little gift of deception .." 

"I should have known.." Adina turned towards the voice. Standing behind her was the real Clarion, the one that gave her nightmares and filled her up with fears. "I must say I was impressed!" he laughed, taking his blade through her torso. Watching his daughter double over, he could smile at the sheer pain she must have been facing. Or so he had thought, watching as he had gotten closer: Adina took a small dagger slicing at his ankle. 

"How are you not.."  

"Thank the gods for witchers and their potions.." She laughed, "Which reminds me I should thank Geralt for when I return.." She then took her sword, hearing it crash against his, though things were just as rough on the frontlines as they were in the castle. 

"Arrows drawn!" Flora shouted, war paint covering her face just as it did her tribe. Her sisters, Fauna, Faith, and Fiona, had been ready at their sister's command: While her brothers waited in the woods to ambush, Florian had other plans. Rayanetta looked at her husband, her hands on his face. She could tell he was horrified: Florian wasn't always one to always start fights, but he knew how to finish them when Rayanetta couldn't. "Promise me you'll bring victory back with us for Anore," Florian asked. 

"Promise me you won't die, Florian. And I promise you a fruitful win." she gave him a quick kiss leading her men to battle. As bombs blared and cannons took to fire: the mages, one by one, had led together in a bloodbath of guards and witch hunters. Scattered and dismembered bodies laid there in the grass, some even in the trees. Yennefer, who was second in command, led the troops of mages to victory. But it was all up to one person, 

"What's our next move.." 

"The castle.."  Adina responded, still entangled with Clarion, who had just as many cuts and bruises on his body as the knight before him. 

"Tell me.. how do you plan to kill me this time.." Clarion asked. Pulling her blade closer to his neck, she could feel his heartbeat racing and hear every thought that he had. "You aren't good enough.." 

"You're not worthy .." 

"You're unwanted.." 

"You're a burden.."

Those were the many taunts he thought of because he knew those were the same words he'd always tell her. Those simple phrases had practically ruled over her life.  "I should have killed you at birth.."

"It's been a while since I've been here.." Tithuba sighed, riding through on the battlegrounds that Abbinshire had turned into, but Tithbua knew the dangers that were present around her. Fallen foes pulled around the hooves of their horses. But she could still feel the victors that surrounded her by body, spirit, and telepathy. 

 "Yennefer, can you hear me.." 

"Tithuba, we need your help.." 

"Where are you.."

"Nearing the kingdom.." 

Tithuba looked at Geralt, who had already gotten in a few swings on his sword. With the practice on a few monsters, Geralt guessed a bit of a bloody uproar wouldn't hurt, 

"You find the princess, and I'll-" 

"Adina told me not to leave you.." he glared at her Geralt wasn't one to break promises, and he wasn't one who enjoyed losing things that he cared about, even if it meant masking his emotions when he did.

"Geralt, I command you!" Tithuba growled, "The last witcher who didn't head my orders nearly died.." she stared into his soul much like a mother does. "Now you will leave me to duties and find her!" her tone harsh as she rode off on her midnight black horse. Roach raced in the wind of the woods, her hooves never stopping until she stepped on a branch. There were arrows nearly grazing him from left and right. The sound of elvish chants rang in his ear. " Shit.." he took his sword, ready to kill anything that would soon cross his path.  

"I'd advise you to drop the dagger if you want to live.."

"Drop your sword then.." The redheaded elf said, covered in deep blue and silver armor. "I don't think I will.." he smirked, pressing the blade to her shoulder.  

"Geralt.." a familiar voice said, but in a much deeper tone. 

"Flora, do you know him.." 

"He's a friend of humanity .." she smirked, " Follow me, Roach.." she began to pet him.

"Don't do that.." 

Adina fumbled backward, nearly dangling over the kingdom. She was weak, wounded, and bloody, but she refused to give up. "Any last words.." Clarion asked: he knew that she was no match with the war-stricken world going on, and he wanted to remind her of it. "If my fate is dying by the very breath that bore me, let it be.." Adina said, her eyes closed shut as she took a free fall from the same tower that caged her as a child. 

"Geralt, if you're out there, I love you.."  

"Adina.."  Geralt took Roach by the reins, racing towards the castle. He might not have been much of a believer in destiny, but he knew he couldn't leave her to die. That just wasn't her fate: Adina laid on top of something that felt scaly. Her blurred vision saw what was right under her. 

"A fucking golden dragon.." she plopped back down on the marble-like texture. 

"Language.." 

"Mother..." she blinked, 

Clarion only laughed, with the princess dead and the battle ragging on inside the walls of the kingdom. He knew that he would be safe and sound to rule as long as fate allowed him to, two blades crossed against his neck as he was face to face with a witcher. His eye's already seeing red. Geralt was ready to behead him for taking away something he would never get a chance at again. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you .." Geralt snarked, cutting the blades closer. Clarion only laughed at the mutant in front of him. 

"Think of the gold I could give you.. " the foolish king smirked. Feeling a knick of the metal hit his skin, he knew he'd have to taint the mutant with a better bargain. "Women!" he shrieked as Geralt sliced his throat. 

"Where is she.." 

"Who.." 

"Looking for us.." Adina smirked, jumping off the golden dragon. Her hair blowing in the wind, still bloodied and bruised but ready to fight again. " Echucto Serpenaris!" vines of snakes wrapped around the king, squeezing him tight. Nuzzling the nose of the dragon, Adina knew that her mother had more instore for the king.  

"A golden dragon?"

"Don't mind my mother.." She smirked, gesturing to Tithuba, who seemed to have needed back up. " Do excuse me .." she took his silver sword. 

"What happened to yours!" 

"Don't blame me: I almost died!." she growled, stabbing into a few creature diversions that Clarion made. Tithuba looked up at her king: her hands stretched out. 

 "I have blood on my hands to defeat such an unmighty king. '' she teased. Tithuba had been waiting for this moment to take sweet revenge on the land that was of her father. Turning the blood pouring from her leg into a sword, she pulled her arm back, ready to behead him. Placing the sign Yrden on the grounds of which the king stood left Clarion immobilized. 

"I leave the rest to you two.." Geralt nodded at Adina, hearing the commotion from the castle doors. 

Adina and Tithuba had both joined hands, both gleaming topaz eyes looking directly towards the king. 

" Obliid Aviortia!" the two chanted, fire from beneath their feet arose as the essence of the golden dragons before: took over. A golden barrier ricocheted from the castle and to the forest, heads turning towards the source. Mages fell silent, the warrior elves stood still, and the knights had only bowed. 

The turn of a new era was happening, and Adina was alive to see it. Tethered clothes and bruised up were the looks of Tithuba, but she still had her smile. 

 "Fellow Abbinshirans.. and those of other kingdoms.. it is with great pleasure to declare the war is over, and the king is dead." the grace of a queen smiled upon the witch. As Adina tried to sneak off, Tithuba grabbed her by the armor. "It is with great pleasure that I claim my place as queen and that my daughter claims the spot as the princess of war." Adina's eye's shot up as she heard the title. She knew that things would change, just not that quickly.  

"Mother, please.." Adina grumbled, feeling the chambermaid's braid lace up her dress. It had been a few days after the war that her mother decided to host a celebratory ball in honor of everyone who fought and was apart. She had invited Jaskier, the bard, and scholar of Oxenfurt and court of Lettenhove, who had married Flora, a bard: an adviser to Abbinshire. "I'm just saying you aren't getting any younger.. not to rush you.." she joked, placing the crown of jewels on her daughter's head. " What are you getting at.." Adina asked, knowing that she had her own tricks up her sleeves.

 "Tell him how you feel.." 

"Only if you tell Vesemir first.." she smirked, 

"As if he'll ever leave the-" 

"Tithuba.." The voice that always made her turn as red as a rose in May was standing in the doorway. Running towards, him Adina only laughed as she snuck out of the room. Midnight blue fabric traced behind her every movement as she heard talking coming from behind the next room. 

 "Jaskier.. I'll kill you if this doesn't work.." 

"You don't want to do that... " He smiled, "Besides.. curls fit you.." he laughed a bit. 

"I don't see why you asked me to do this in the first place.." Yennefer mumbled under her breath. 

Sitting in the ballroom was Adina with the new royal court. Along with her mother's special guest Vesemir, the hints of their conversation bringing the most pained face to her own. Steering out at the crowd of thousands and listening to the ballads played by both bards, she began to remember just a small amount of this she enjoyed. But something was missing: there wasn't a brooding witcher in the corner. Instead, it was a chestnut curly-haired green-eyed man who happened to look like "Geralt.." Adina mouthed he was a lot less pale, and there was a bit of rosiness to his cheeks. Watching as he nodded back, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. 

"You look.."

"Different.." he kissed her hand. 

"Like you could be Jaskier's older sibling .." she giggled, although this look of his would have been appealing to other women in the court. It did nothing but remind her of the countless men who tried to ask for her hand. "Why the sudden change.." felt his hands, still rough but his pulse more human. With that thought in mind, she began to wonder if she was the reason.

 " Figured it would work.." 

"To what .. impress me.." she laughed, "Geralt, I don't need a knight in shining armor to impress me." she then took both his hands in her own, walking towards the garden. "You don't need a monster either.." his now emerald eyes looking towards her. Geralt had always wondered what it would have been to be fully human again, to someone who cared for you, but clearly, it didn't matter. Not to Adina, he thought that if he changed, she would see for what he had always wanted to be, the knight in the stories, the hero, the green-eyed good guy.  

"So you thought turning yourself into some knight, some fucking prince would make me like you more than I already do..." she pulled him by his doublet.  

"Well, did it.." 

"Gods no.. you being the butcher of Blaviken." he saw her lips curve into a smirk, "Maybe.. you being Geralt of Rivia possibly.. but you being Geralt of being a pain in my ass definitely.:" she whispered, watching him smile. Her heart began to beat faster as she kept talking. 

" I love you when you're a brooding, wolf eyed, scarred up monster hunting witcher," she laughed, her fingertips touching the back of Geralt's neck. "Is that so.." he laughed, tilting her chin up to get a good look at Adina in the moonlight. She nodded at him in response. 

"I'd have to say..." 

"What.." she asked, desperate for his response. 

"I don't like you.." 

"But I.. !" 

"I love you too." he laughed, taking her lips in a kiss nothing mattered, but the sheer fact that he was in the arms of Adina, a woman he would want to spend his entire life with, "You truly an arse sometimes.." Adina then gasped, seeing his snow-white hair come back and his scars along with those beautiful amber eyes that she always got lost in, 

"Hmm... I would have never known.." he laughed. 

"Let's say we leave out on the dancing and discover what monsters we can find." 

"Where to.." 

"Something's telling me, Cintra.." 

[gemstoneconstellations]

Pretty Pretty Princess

Summary: Kaminari’s daughter wants to play dress up, so he becomes a princess for the evening.

Wordcount: 1808

“Mommy, can we play dress up?” You wave a tired hand at your daughter, who was following you around the room. You could feel her tugging onto your dress as you laid out paper plates and plastic silverware.

   Today was a special day; it was the baby shower for the unborn twins inside your belly. Lucky for you, they have been calm so you can get things done, but now your six year old is demanding your attention. “Miuko, I can’t. I’m setting up the party for your siblings. Today we get to find out if the babies are boys or girls.”

   Miuko puffed out her chubby cheeks, pulling on her dirty blonde pigtails. “But I wanna play princess tea party!” Her hair started to become staticy and her strands started to stand on end as she crossed her arms, pouting on the couch.

 “Heheh, now she looks like her dad when she does that. She’s so cute all the time, you forget her dad is Denki.” Kyouka came into the room, holding the cake for the party. Momo followed close behind her with balloons. Oh thank god, the other adults are here to help.

   You sigh happily as the girls came over to you and gave you side hugs. “Hey, Kyouka, that’s rude!” Speak of the devil, your husband pouted as he walked over to you. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he showered your face in loving kisses. “Hello my beautiful, darling, glowing, light-of-my-life wife. How are you feeling? How are the little lightning bugs?” His hands wandered down to your belly; the twins seemed to sense their father, as they shifted inside you...

   “We are good, don’t worry. Just worried about getting the party together in time for everyone to get here…” You looked back down at your daughter and then motioned your husband closer to whisper in his ear. “I think Miu is feeling a bit left out. She’s been begging to play princess all morning.”

   Denki looked down at his pouting little girl and then winked at you. “Oh man honey, I don’t think I can help with decorating. I’m really bad at it! I guess I have to keep myself out of the way. Hey Miu, do you know what daddy could do while we wait for the party?”

   Miuko gasped, jumping up and down on the couch. “Princess tea party!”

   Denki let out a dramatic gasp as he grabbed his daughter's hand. You giggled at his ‘excitement’ as you mindlessly rubbed your belly. “Princess tea party?! That sounds like sooooooo much fun! Let’s play in your room!” The two of them skipped down the hall; your daughter’s bubbly voice could be heard all the way to her room.

   “Man… that was cute.”

   “Makes you want a child of our own, Kyouka?”

   “M-M-Momo!”

   ~

   The party was still being set up when the guys showed up. Sero, Kirishima, and a Bakugo being dragged via headlock by Kirishima. Which meant they were sent to see where Denki was since they couldn’t be trusted to help or keep fingers away from snacks. “Holy shit! Pwahahahahahah! What the heck Kaminari?!” Both Sero and Kirishima fell to the floor, laughing at the sight before them.

   Denki had bows, clips, and glitter in his hair with random braids everywhere, as well as messy sparkly pink eyeshadow that didn’t stop at his eyelids and Barbie pink lipstick. Denki was sitting at his daughter’s play table, squeezing his large body onto one of the mini child chairs.e.

   “Is that an effing tutu, dunce face?” Bakugo, who was filtering his words in front of Miuko, pointed to the frill around Denki’s waist.

   “Yes, yes it is. And my name is Princess Dazzling Unicorn Sparkle.” Denki stated his new title proudly, taking a pretend sip from a very small plastic pink teacup, pinky out and everything. He is not ashamed that he plays with his daughter or that he lets her use him as a dress-up doll.

   Miu hopped to her feet, dressed in one of her princess costumes from Halloween. She ran over to the men that were more than triple her size. “Uncle Ei! Uncle Hanta! Uncle Suki! Are you here to play too?!” She grabbed Kirishima’s and Sero’s hands, pulling them and forcing them to sit at the table as well. It was amusing to see someone as big and bulky as Red Riot sitting in a chair that was smaller than one of his calves.

   “Uuuhhhhh…” The men looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Miu was looking at them with big puppy dog eyes; there was no way they could fight it. They both gave reluctant nods, but were rewarded with one of the brightest smiles they'd ever seen on Kaminari’s daughter’s face.

   “Eff that. I’d rather help with the dumb baby shower.” Bakugo tried to turn away, but small hands glued him to where he stood.

   “Pleeeaaasssse Uncle Suki? It won’t be as fun without you. I wanna play with you too.” Bakugo flinched at the tears starting to flow out of her eyes. Small sparks of electricity buzzed around her. If there is one thing Bakugo learned over the years from being around the small Kaminari child is to avoid any possible tantrum, at all costs. There is no way someone who didn’t have an electric quirk would survive. The moment he let go of the doorknob, she knew she’d won. “Yay, you are going to be Princess Butterfly Glitter Bomb!”

   ~

   You sighed from your spot on the couch; all the energy you’d had before had been sucked away when the twins decided to switch spots inside your stomach. “Alright, everything is set up. We just have to lay out the snacks and wait for everyone to show up. I’ll get the boys and the princess to come out and join us.”

   Walking down the hall, you could hear your daughter telling the story of how her prince in shining armor came to rescue her. “That’s stupid. Why would you wait for some dude to save you? You can do it yourself.” Ah, that was Bakugo talking.

   “But I want to be saved! My prince will give me a kiss!” Slowly, you opened the door; the first thing you see is your daughter being pampered by two pairs of hands. One was skillfully putting winged eyeliner on her, while the other was delicately placing flowers inside her French braided golden hair. Your eyes widened as you opened the door more; you immediately placed a hand over your mouth to hold back a snort.

   “You can fight some dragon on your own with your quirk, why wait for some dumb prince?” Bakugo, who was applying makeup to your daughter, had a butterfly clip holding back his bangs, a large amount of bright sparkly pink eyeshadow and neon pink lipstick. The makeup must of have been from her princess makeover kit that Denki had bought her for her birthday.

   “Katsuki, you are missing the point. She wants to be swept off her feet. To be romanced. You did that for me, bro.” Kirishima, the manliest and largest man of the Bakusquad, had many different assortments of colorful sparkly costume bracelets hooped around his spikes, flowers drawn in what you assume is the same red lipstick that was currently on his lips on his cheeks, and is that… your eyelashes from your Halloween costume last year?

   To the side of him was Sero, who was holding his hands out to Kirishima. “Shut up and focus on Soy Sauce’s nails. Anyways, you don’t need to be saved to be smooched, especially not from some random prince.” Sero was frowning down at his nails as Kiri continued to paint. The tape hero didn’t look much different to the redhead; his hair was in numerous ponytails that were being held up by beaded hair ties and bow; he had been given the purple lipstick.

   Your daughter held up the toy that she was clutching to herself right into Bakugo’s face, interrupting his work on her eyes. “It won’t be a random prince! Ingenium will save me!”

   “Glasses? Really?” Bakugo grabbed her face again, finishing the last bit of her eyeliner wings.

   Kaminari placed the final flower in his daughter’s hair. He was the most put together out of the rest; most likely he’d put his makeup on while your daughter did the rest of the guys. “She could do worse than our old class president. As long as she’s happy and he treats her right, I’m happy.”

   “All done.” Kirishima cheered as he closed the bottle of nail polish.

   Sero held up his hands to look at Kirishima’s work with an exasperated look; he was obviously not enjoying this as much as the others. “This is going to be hell to take off… why sparkles… I can’t imagine having a daughter who makes you dress up like this…”

   Kirishima leaned onto an open palm perched on his knees. “I don’t know bro, I feel kind of pretty.”

   With a straight face, Bakugo looked up at the redhead without any hesitation and said, “You are always pretty. Homo intended.”

   “Awww bro.”

   Now that no one was holding Miuko’s attention, she looked over to see you and excitedly stood up pointing to her face. “Mommy! Look! We princesses!”

   You giggle as she ran around the room, presenting each man and describing what she did to them with glee. “I see. Will your highnesses please join us in the living room; the party should be starting soon.”

   Sero sighed with relief as they all got to their feet. “After we get this makeup off…”

   That was the wrong thing to say. Miuko stomped her feet standing between Sero and Kirishima. “No! Princesses can’t be seen without their makeup! What if your prince comes? You have to look battle ready! Let’s go Princess Shiny Rainbow Bubbles and Princess Strawberry Sunshine Sugar.” She took Sero and Kiri’s hands and you watched as your six-year-old pulled the full-grown pro hero men out of the room.

   Kiri reached out and grabbed Bakugo’s hand, pulling him along as well with a cheeky smile. “Lucky me, I already found my prince…er, princess.”

   “Shut up, you sap.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he let himself get dragged along.

   You were giggling to yourself as you could hear people gasping in surprise, soon followed by loud laughter. Denki came up beside you, offering his arm for you to take and escort you. You couldn’t help but chuckle and make a comment on his appearance. “You look beautiful, honey.”

   Denki flipped his hair dramatically with his free arm as the two of you walked. “I know, right?” You are sure the children in your stomach did somersaults due to your muscles flexing from how hard you laughed that day.

[misfitgirlsworld]

Day Four of OCtober: Ambush

@oc-growth-and-development Thank you for an idea for this forgotten wip

Characters used: Azar, Ahriman, Lamia, Bhavisha, and Atreyu

I really need to work on this book it's been living in my head rent-free--

Name Pronunciations:

Azar: Uh-zar

Danica: Dan-ih-kuh

Bhavisha: Baa-vish-a

Ahriman: Ah-ri-muh-n

Lamia: Lei-mee-uh

Atreyu: Ah-tray-u

   "I can't find Danica anywhere." Azar's golden eyes scanned the group. The party was over as soon as Atreyu was thrown into the room; people immediately started to scatter after that.

   "Azar!"

   The redhead looked back at Bhavisha, "Bhav! Are you okay?"

   The green-haired woman nodded up Azar could tell she was very concerned, "we need to leave! I didn't know they'd crash the party but I think Ahriman--"

   "Azar!"

   "Danica?" Azar looked back and narrowed her eyes a bit once her eyes met green ones. "Lamia."

   "Princess." She spat. She smiled and yanked Atreyu up by his shirt. "Your hero isn't very reliable. Don't wanna get your hands dirty? Or are you looking to end up like your useless father?"

   Bhavisha clenched her jaw, "Azar don't..." she white eyes glanced down once she felt a sudden wave of heat. Azar had her sword in her hand now, and her flames covered her arms and the sword. "Azar, stop! It's--"

   "Go find Danica, I'll get Atreyu." Azar glanced back at Bhavisha before charging.

   "Azar!"

   Lamia scoffed as Atreyu struggled. "Don't hurt her!"

   "I want to kill her. Unfortunately, I can't do that yet." Lamia growled lowly. Black smoke started to form around her eyes.

   Azar narrowed her eyes and readied her sword. Just before she could attack, a black-eyed creature appeared in front of Lamia and let out a deafening screech. Azar quickly stopped and avoided their claws when they tried to grab her. "Coward," she seethed.

   Atreyu kicked as hard as he could, aiming for Lamia's ankle as Azar tried to fight off what Lamia summoned. Lamia hissed and squinted her eyes. "I don't need you anymore."

   "What?" Atreyu furrowed his eyebrows together but then his eyes widened. "Shit, AZAR--"

   Lamia lifted him up and threw him across the room before focusing on Azar again.

   "Good job, Lamia."

   The woman didn't turn to face the man behind her, and it made him chuckle.

   "I don't see why we don't kill her."

   "Jealousy isn't a good look on you."

��  "Ahriman--"

   The man placed a finger under Lamia's chin, lifted her head up, and holding eye contact. As soon as they locked eyes, she couldn't look away. Shivers ran through her body and eerie whispers started to fill her head.

   "Are you questioning me?"

   "...O-Of course not, Ahriman."

   "Oh good. For a second I was almost under the impression that you assumed you had better judgment than me."

   His judgment was fogged because of his feelings he still had for Azar. At least that's what Lamia thought. For her own sake, she wouldn't say that out loud.

   "...Danica will realize Azar is missing soon," Lamia muttered once Ahriman leaned in closer.

   "Then we'll have to leave now, right?" He tilted his head.

   Lamia gave a small nod.

   "Summon three more. Overpower her and I'll distract her." His white eyes never left her green ones. His finger trailed along her jawline as he spoke.

   "Yes, Ahriman."

   "Very good." Ahriman looked at Azar before walking towards her.

   Azar had managed to fight off the first creature, but the other three were too much for her. She held her sword tightly, taking a few steps back as they stalked towards her. A familiar tense feeling went over her and she quickly turned around, swinging her sword. Ahriman raised his hand and covered the sword in black smoke. Azar grunted once the sword stopped moving. The smoke had turned solid and it was keeping her sword in place. Before she could let go, the smoke covered her hands as well.

   "It's good to see you again."

   Azar glared up at him, ignoring the whispers that filled her head once they made eye contact. Ahriman knew all the little things she didn't like and by know, Azar was used to him and his abilities.

   "You killed my father--"

   "I did what was necessary and I told you that."

   "So you kill your own kind?"

   "I kill my own kind if they turn their back on their people." Ahriman hissed.

   Azar tried to free her hands but they wouldn't budge, if anything the grip got tighter. "So what? You're going to kill me next?"

   Ahriman's eyes softened a bit but he tried to cover it up, "no. Not yet at least. I want you to see how much I can accomplish and do what your father didn't."

   "You're upsetting the balance. Earth was completely untouched before this. You broke treaties with other planets--"

   "--and now they kneel to me. Everything is going as planned. My offer still stands."

   Azar clenched her jaw, "you killed my people. You killed my father and you want to take over the universe. I'm not helping you do that, I want no part in it! It's not too late for you to stop this nonsense!"

   "Bringing justice to my people isn't nonsense--"

   "They're my people too! I'd never have turned my back on you, Ahriman and you know that! Let me go!"

   "I can't do that. After all, you did crash my party first. I'm just returning the favor."

   "Ours wasn't an ambush."

   Ahriman grinned, "I suppose you're right. Still, we should get going."

   Azar paused, "...we?"

   "Why else would I go through all this trouble to get you alone?" Ahriman chuckled as Azar tugged, trying to free her arms, "don't worry. Lamia will make sure you're comfortable."

   Azar's eyes widened, "Ahriman--"

   "I'm not going to let you stop me." Ahriman snapped.

   "Atreyu will--"

   "He's no hero and you know it. You had a much better chance with his father, may he rest in peace." Ahriman stood up straight. "Lamia."

   "Ahriman! Wait!"

   "Nighty night, princess." Lamia smiled before knocking her out.

~~~~

Interested in these characters? Azar Nerezza | Danica Berkuasa | WIP

[butterflies-dragons]

First off Jon isn't so shallow that he gives a damn about what color hair a girl has. And if you had read the books you would know that Jon often remarks on how lovely Val looks with her honey blond braid. Jon doesn't marry her because he's a man of honor but he is often preoccupied with how beautiful Val is- just like the way he is with Dany.

I got this message is in reference to this post.

Having preferences doesn’t make you shallow.  Do you think GRRM is shallow because he has a very known preference for redheads?  Look at his real life and other works, there is always a stunning auburn haired girl there.  

I don’t remember it exactly, but I think that, by now, I’ve read the Asoiaf Books like 5 or 6 times maybe, or even more if you count the particular re-read of certain chapters, and I did it in two different languages.

“Jon often remarks on how lovely Val looks with her honey blond braid”.  

Here all the times Jon mentions Val’s beauty and/or her hair:  

Val looked at him with pale grey eyes. “He always climbed too fast.” She was as fair as he’d remembered, slender, full-breasted, graceful even at rest, with high sharp cheekbones and a thick braid of honey-colored hair that fell to her waist.

—A Storm of Swords - Jon X

Even Val was at her window, her long golden braid across one shoulder.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon II

Val stood beside him, tall and fair. They had crowned her with a simple circlet of dark bronze, yet she looked more regal in bronze than Stannis did in gold. Her eyes were grey and fearless, unflinching. Beneath an ermine cloak, she wore white and gold. Her honey-blond hair had been done up in a thick braid that hung over her right shoulder to her waist. The chill in the air had put color in her cheeks.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon III

Val stood on the tower roof, gazing up at the Wall. Stannis kept her closely penned in rooms above his own, but he did allow her to walk the battlements for exercise. She looks lonely, Jon thought. Lonely, and lovely. Ygritte had been pretty in her own way, with her red hair kissed by fire, but it was her smile that made her face come alive. Val did not need to smile; she would have turned men’s heads in any court in the wide world.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon III

The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. “The air tastes sweet.”

“My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon VIII

They are all convinced she is a princess. Val looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess, he decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

Blood meant little and less amongst the free folk, Jon knew. Ygritte had taught him that. Gerrick’s daughters shared her same flame-red hair, though hers had been a tangle of curls and theirs hung long and straight. Kissed by fire. “Three princesses, each lovelier than the last,” he told their father. “I will see that they are presented to the queen.” Selyse Baratheon would take to these three better than she had to Val, he suspected; they were younger and considerably more cowed. Sweet enough to look at them, though their father seems a fool.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XII

If you google “honey-colored hair”, “honey-blond” and “dark honey”, it would be very revealing all the shades of red you will fine there.  

There is a progression of Val’s hair color that went from blonde, to gold, to silver to dark red:

Thick braid of honey-colored hair —A Storm of Swords - Jon X

Long golden braid across one shoulder. —A Dance with Dragons - Jon II

Honey-blond hair had been done up in a thick braid —A Dance with Dragons - Jon III

The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. “The air tastes sweet." "My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold." —A Dance with Dragons - Jon VIII

But her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. —A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

I know that these details can’t be seen by a cursory reader, but I follow GRRM’s advice and read his books as many times as I can, and there is always new details to be found.  

Val is blonde with grey eyes.  But with time, her hair is described more reddish each time and her eyes became blue.

The moment used by shippers as foreshadowing of romance between Jon and his aunt is this one:

The light of the half-moon turned Val’s honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet.”

“My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold.”

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon VIII

Those shippers interpret that in this passage Val is an stand in for Jon’s aunt because the “pale silver hair” and the “air tasting sweet”, and because, for the same shippers, this passage also means romance: 

A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness… . mother of dragons, bride of fire …

—A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV

But Jon didn’t taste the sweet.  He said: “All I can taste is cold.”  If this is foreshadowing for romance, at best it would be unrequited…  

I also recommend you to read this very revealing post about the the blue flower filling the air with sweetness. 

On the other hand, the moment when Jon describes Val in the more romantic and poetic way is when she has BLUE EYES and DARK HONEY HAIR:

They look as though they belong together. Val was clad all in white; white woolen breeches tucked into high boots of bleached white leather, white bearskin cloak pinned at the shoulder with a carved weirwood face, white tunic with bone fastenings. Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XI

In this passage Val is basically a red haired and blue eyed girl.  And she looks like she belongs with a direwolf.  And “It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely.”

I think Jon was remembering another pretty girl, princess like, next to a direwolf, looking as though they belong together.

He thought (…) Of Sansa, brushing out Lady’s coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. 

—A Dance with Dragons - Jon XIII

I wrote more about Val in this post.  Val looks more like Sansa than you have thought.

“Jon doesn’t marry her (Val) because he’s a man of honor”

Jon doesn’t marry Val because accepting Stannis offer meant destroying Winterfell’s heart, the godswood and the weirwood tree, a symbol of the old gods and House Stark.  But thinking about the possibility of accepting the offer, Jon thought that with Ygritte it would be easier, because Val was a stranger for him.

He made his decision when Ghost returned to him and he reflected about the direwolf’s coloring that resembles the heart tree colors, and then he understood that he will always be a boy of Winterfell and House Stark and he would never destroy his home.  After that, he verbalized his answer saying that “Winterfell belongs to his sister Sansa”.  And this is very symbolic in various levels since Sansa also shares the heart tree and Ghost coloring.

Jon chose Family.  

So, when I said in my post that Jon has already chosen the redhead girl over the silver haired one, I was right. 

And when I said that he will do it again if needed, in the Books, I was right again, following the Show ending, since GRRM has said that the major characters will have a similar endings in the Books.

“but he (Jon) is often preoccupied with how beautiful Val is- just like the way he is with Dany”.

“Preoccupied” Anon?  Jon was still thinking about Ygritte and her hair kissed by fire, and he was calling Gerrick’s, daughters, also kissed by fire, lovely and sweet.  Please…

“Just like the way he is with Dany” What?  When?  I thought we were talking about the Books here.  In the Books Jon doesn’t even know his aunt.  And if you are talking about the Show, Val wasn’t even a character there and Jon didn’t mention anything about his aunt’s beauty or hair.  Jon killed his aunt after she committed genocide.  Just like in the Books Jon is turned off by Val’s thoughts about killing princess Shireen due to her greyscale.   

Anyways, have a good weekend Anon. 

[dreamy--dolly]

fluffy madosaya goodness!! ft: a future where they can grow up and study abroad!

Sayaka wakes up—bleary, clumsily scratching at the sleeping grit caught in her eyes—to the sound of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony blaring from her phone. Moments prior she’d tossed and turned in tandem to the urgent texting that made her phone vibrate at her bedside, now when sunlight still does not light up her room through the uncovered windows she recieves a phone call. Sighing, she swings her legs over the bed and picks up, the orchestra ceasing to play.

“Hello?” Her voice comes out thick and scratchy.

“It’s Mami.” Mami’s voice is demure but crackly through the static, but something else is there too. “Sorry for waking you up so early—“

“Don’t apologize,” Sayaka grumbles. She scratches at her cyan blue hair—once she’d left for college she’d decided she didn’t like it hanging so long at the nape of her neck and snip, snip snip, got it fashioned into a pixie cut. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s Madoka. We went to the bar and even though she said she’s a lightweight she’d drink with us anyway and now she’s drunk.”

“Madoka Kaname? Drunk?”

There is something between her and Madoka that has lingered for the years they have known one another, discernible but not tangible. It is in the little glances they give each other, secret codes that not even they know the words to. It is in the way Sayaka instinctively snatches up Madoka’s hand on the subway the moment the train begins to whir to life. It is in the way they lean on one another, reaching out for something tantalizing that they want but haven’t quite recieved yet. And now the girl Sayaka has known since kindergarten—sweet innocent Madoka Kaname, who’d never say a curse word or do anyone or anything harm in her life—is blackout drunk.

“You’re the only one of us who can drive her back to the dorms—I live close enough to walk, Homura doesn’t have her license or her permit, and Kyoko should not be let anywhere near a car. Please?” Her words come strained through the phone.

“Alright,” Sayaka says, tossing off the covers with a rustle. “I’ll be there.”

-

“COME ON BABYYYY, LET’S RIIIIDE. WE CAN ESCAAAAPE TO THE GREAT SUNSHIIIINE. I KNOW YOUR WIIIIIFE—”

In the almost deserted bar a young girl teeters on top of one of the tables. Her glasses hang askew from her ears, large intoxicated grin stuck to her face. Her movements are clumsy, jerky, and every time she stumbles too close to the edge of the table the dark haired girl seated at the bar cringes, her redheaded friend buries her head in her hands, and the blonde-haired young woman with them pleads for her to get off the table.

“Alright, I’m here.” Sayaka marches through the door of the bar, the sickly sweet aroma of alcohol ever pungent in the air. Empty chairs are propped up at empty tables, fully-drained glasses once full of beer scattered across the room. Madoka’s singing comes out slurred and twisty, words dangling where they shouldn’t when she sings. But even so, her voice is still light and chirpy and darn it—this is where Sayaka presses her lips together tightly—how can she still sound so honey-sweet when she’s blackout drunk.

“Sayaka’s here! She’s coming to drive you back!” Mami calls out.

“Whooooo?” Madoka babbles. She leans dangerously low to peer at Sayaka. “I dunno you but you’re preeeetty. You have nice blue hair. Like cotton candy. I wonder if it’s nice and fluffy like cotton candy.”

A small hand combs through Sayaka’s hair. “Whoa, it’s nicer than cotton candy! I’m pretty sure your hair doesn’t taste very good, but it’s so nice and fluffyyyy.”

“Well, I’m glad you like my pretty hair, but you have to go home.” Sighing, she reaches up and wraps her arms around Madoka to carry her off.

“Put me down, ma’am! I gotta stay on top of the table so I can see my kingdom! I’m princess of Pepperland, I gotta—”

Her sentence is cut short by a loud belch. At the bar, Kyoko laughs whispery, wheezing giggles, mumbling, “Oh my God, she really is a lightweight.”

“Thank you so much, Sayaka. We all really appreciate it.”

“It’s not a problem at all, Mami.”

She cradles Madoka close, making her way through the almost empty Pepperland with its solitary occupants, and into her car, where she tucks the seatbelt over her princess and takes up the front seat as chauffeur.

“Where’re we goiiiiing?”

“Home. Back to our dorms. It’s three in the morning on a Friday and you’re wasted.”

“Wasted?” Madoka pouts in the rearview mirror and something swells up in Sayaka’s chest. “I don’t wanna be wasteful. I don’t wanna waste time.”

“Wasted as in you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk! If I was drunk could I do this?”

She clenches, pressing down on the accelerator. The car hums to life and Sayaka clenches down on the steering wheel. She knows what comes next.

“THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR IS READY TO TAKE YOU AWAY! READY TO TAKE YOU AWAAAAAAY—”

It is going to be a long, long ride home.

-

Madoka lies bespectacled and face flushed as pink as her hair. She flops and thrashes about on the small, plush bed in her dorm. Gone are the babydoll dress and cardigan from earlier, replaced with a nightgown she’s described as “duckling yellow” in color. Still, she has her high heels on and Sayaka has to dodge from getting kicked in the chin trying to pry them off.

“Madoka, hold still—”

“I am a lady, Sayaka, and a lady does not take her heels off!” Madoka pouts, rose pink hair rustling soft on the pillowcase.

“Your feet—are gonna—hurt—in the morning—when—” Off pops one high heel that crashes to the floor “—You’re—hungover—too!” And then off comes the other.

Sighing, Madoka finally ceases her thrashing and buries her head on the pillow. The room is faintly lit with the warm, golden glow of a single lamp in the corner. Then she loosens her grip on the pillow and pulls Sayaka close. She smells like beer but even with the stench of alcohol is her vanilla-scented shampoo and the perfume of fresh-baked cookies from an afternoon spent at Mami’s house. The sweetness wraps over Sayaka like a blanket, draping her in warmth and memories of sugar.

Then she remembers she has to change out of her clothes and back into her pajamas.

“Where are you going?” Madoka murmurs, plaintive voice thick with sleep.

“Just to put my pajamas on.” “You’re gonna come back, right?”

“Of course. Why do you ask.”

“Because I love you, Sayaka.”

Halfway to the dresser, Sayaka stops in her tracks. Even if the words might be because of the beer she’s drank, they’re words she’s been hoping to hear for a long time. They hang in the air and Sayaka clings to them as she rummages through her drawer, wondering if there’s perhaps something more—

A loud snore shatters the once silent dorm room. Sayaka sighs pulls on a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, crawling back into her own bed and pondering.

“Good night, Madoka.”

-

The next morning drags on, hazy and a moment hanging in suspension as time flows on outside. Madoka sits up in bed bleary-eyed and hair coated with frizz, squinting and gulping down a mouthful of water with advil.

“We’ve still got pancake mix if you want any.”

“Oof, no. My head hurts too much for that. Why’d I think drinking that much last night was a good idea—it feels like my head’s gonna split open.”

“Oh, last night sure was something,” Sayaka grins into her coffee, smudging the faint lip gloss she wears on the rim.

“Say what?”

“You’d gotten black out drunk. For realz. You were just dancing on the tables and belting out Lana Del Rey—I hadn’t gotten there soon enough for you to blurt out the especially raunchy bits, but you were singing Cola. Then you thought you were a princess for some reason. You burped a lot too. And then you started singing the Beatles when we got in the car, and…”

Even though her head probably aches, Sayaka watches Madoka propped up by the pillows laugh till she clutches her stomach and her head presses against her knees, shoulders shaking with high-pitched giggles.

“Then you said you loved me, but—”

“I said what?” The laughter evaporates. Madoka sits straight up.

“You said you loved me. I was kinda worried ‘cause you were drunk and you might not’ve been serious, but I mean, I really love y—Oh God, I don’t even have to get drunk to mess up, did I just say that out loud?” Sayaka buries her head in her arms, coffee forgotten to grow cold.

“I don’t know where you got the idea where I must’ve been drunk when I say those sorts of things. Sayaka Miki, if I say ‘I love you’ to you and you alone, I mean it.”

“You do?”

“Of course.” Madoka’s lips curve upwards into a smile.

“And,” she adds, “I’m happy to see that you feel the same way.”

For a moment they sit in the sunshine and are able to reach out and grab hold of what they’ve been looking for. And they know that they’ll never let go.

Then Madoka doubles over. “Owchie, hangover still hurts—”

“Yeesh, that bad? I’m sorry. But you know what? We’ve got the whole day to ourselves to sleep it off, and I’ll get another painkiller for you.” She gets up from where she’s been leaning over towards Madoka and stumbles over to the medicine cabinet.

“Thank you,” Madoka mumbles through her headache. And for good measure, she repeats it with an addition. “Thank you, dear.”

Halfway to the medicine cabinet, Sayaka looks back.

“You’re welcome. Dear.”

[hargroves-dingus]

fire meets gasoline | b.h x v.h

pairings: Billy Hargrove x Veronica Hopper (O.C), Hopper!AdoptiveDad x Veronica Hopper, Eleven!AdoptiveSister x Veronica Hopper

summary: Billy was the new kid. Veronica was the ‘damaged’ kid. Both with similar walls, they were bound to bump into each other, multiple times apparently. Especially when fire is drawn to gasoline.

warnings: moderate swearing??

a/n: lemme know if you want to be tagged in future parts dudes :)

CHAPTER ONE

Pulling into the all too familiar building that was Hawkins High, I ran my hands through my hair, studying the array of students bustling into the busy halls. “Thanks for the ride Ronnie.” Turning my gaze to the right, I softly smiled at the young brunette next to me. “Anytime El. Still want me to pick you up from the arcade tonight?” She uttered a, “Yes please.” before disappearing off into her group of friends. When Hopper brought her home, I wasn’t pleased. It wasn’t unusual for him to bring in a stray, after all he did that for me, but I was afraid she wouldn’t fit in. But was I wrong. El soon enough became a sister to me; late nights gossiping about boys, doing our hair and watching The Golden Girls. Often Hopper would huff something about wishing there was more testosterone in the house, but at the end of the day he wouldn’t have it any other way – there was nothing more he loved than both of his girls.

Slamming shut the car door, I leaned back, prolonging my dreaded entrance to the gates of hell by watching the people around me. It was the usual. Steve and Nancy looking all dopey eyed and loved up, Jonathan walking in alone, and like their routine Tommy, Carol and Nicole stood chatting away. But their gaze was sent in another direction and as I followed it, it led me to him. His dirty blonde curls adorned his head, and his cocky stature stood taking in the view around him, his shirt was unbuttoned one button too low but I did not mind at all, and the denim jacket hung perfectly on his shoulders, and don’t get me started on those jeans. God, those jeans. But when he turned around, that’s when it happened. You see, this is the moment that I felt my body go cold yet fluster up with all kinds of heat. We locked eyes, and his lips pulled into this smirk, this type of smirk that meant only bad things. I knew that with the arrival of whoever the hell this was, everything was going to change. How could it not?

He sauntered over to me, pure cockiness and lust dripping off him with every step. As he stopped in front of me, he rested his hand on the car next to my head leaving barely any space between us. “Im Billy. Hargrove.” His deep, husky voice matched his exterior: being sultry and inviting in all the wrong ways. You knew this boy would ruin your life. But you’d let him anyway. “You’re new.” It wasn’t a question. In a town like Hawkins, everybody knew everybody, and there was no way someone like him would have gone under the radar. For a few seconds, it was if he wasn’t paying attention to what I said, as he obviously looked at my body, uncaring I knew he was checking me out. “That obvious, huh?” He cocked an eyebrow, enticing me in. Glancing to the side, Carol and her clique were glaring green at me, eyes full of envy. “Would remember a face like yours, handsome.” He chuckled, replacing his sultry smirk with a real smile, and you could tell me has never heard the word ‘no’ from a girl. Not with a goddamn smile like that. “She’s got charm; she’s got looks…” I leant forward, this time copying his actions of looking at him up and down and he was taken back slightly, not expecting me to be so forward. “She’s also got bite.” Before he could respond, the first period bell echoed in the parking lot, and I gently nudged past him to walk to the doors. “Hey! I didn’t your name!” He laughed, slightly bewildered, amused even. Turning around to face him, I smiled before winking. “That’s because I didn’t tell you, handsome.”

*  *  *

Checking my watch, it read 4:36, I arrived at the arcade at exactly 4:30 hoping El would have been waiting, but like usual she was late. I grabbed my copy of The Great Gatsby which was practically falling apart from the amount of times I had read and re-read it. It was my favourite book of all time, I never really understood why. Maybe it was the fact that the 20’s seemed like such a mesmerising time to live. Endless parties, men in suits, full on glamour. It captivated me. I didn’t even finish my page before a knocking came from my window, which I rolled down without averting my gaze, assuming El would ask if she could stay another hour or so. “There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice.”The voice wasn’t one I expected yet it was one that I knew. And as I looked at the owner of said voice, somehow he looked better than he did this morning. “Gatsby? Wouldn’t have taken you as a Fitzgerald fan, Billy, hell- a book fan at that.” Feigning a hurt look, he placed his hand on his heart. “I’m more than a pretty face, princess.” Narrowing my eyes, I placed my book on the passenger seat. “I’m not a princess.”

“Oh no, Veronica Hopper,” He found out my name. He wanted me to know, he knew my name.“From what I’ve heard, you have quite the reputation.” As he said this, so many thoughts crossed my mind. I wasn’t popular at school. If I didn’t throw such a punch, or have quite the big mouth I did, I’m sure Carol or Tommy would have fun with me. Maybe it was because I wasn’t people-orientated, or maybe it’s because I was adopted, or maybe there is no fucking reason expect people are shitty. But I ignored all the bad stuff they could’ve told him. If it was that bad, he wouldn’t have spoken to me again after this morning. “Scare you, Hargrove?”

“Nothing scares me, princess.” Crouching down, his head was practically inside the car. “Bullshit.” I laughed, crossing my arms. And with that, his eyes lost his playful glitter, as if an actual barrier went up between his eyes and me. “It’s not.”

“Everyone is scared of something.” Shrugging, I leant forward, my elbows perching on the opened window, head in hand. “What about you then, little miss fearless?” His voice was quiet, brooding as he pushed my hair behind my ear slowly, his touch lingering. My breath hitched, and he noticed, smirking at the affect he had on me, before I managed to whisper out, “Why would I tell you that?” There were a few moments of silence. Both of us not knowing what to say, just staring at each other.

“Billy!” Breaking out of our trance, he pushed himself off the car, “See you around, princess.” Winking, he started to walk off with a little redheaded girl, who I assumed to be Max, El right behind her, running up to us. “Ronnie? Can Max come for a sleep over tonight?” Max soon was right behind her, both girls smiling widely. “I don’t have an issue with it. Dad probably won’t either. Billy?” Max snapped to face her brother, hands clasped to her chin. “Please Billy?”

“I’ll follow your car.”

The girls thanked us right up until they each got into their cars and immediately El turned to me as I started driving. At first, she was silent, expecting me to talk first, but she grew impatient, sighing dramatically. “You and Billy?”

“What about me and Billy?” The monotone manner of my voice was my way of warning her to back off, not wanting to talk to her about him. It wasn’t some sort of normal boy stuff, he’s cute, I’d marry him and have his children, this was sex stuff.  “Are you dating?”

“I met him this morning.” Rolling my eyes, I didn’t even look at her, wanting nothing more than this conversation to end. “You like him.” She teased, laughing. “No I don’t” I huffed, “He… intrigues me.”

*  *  *

As soon as they left the cars, they ran to the front door, quickly leaving our sight, presumably to El’s bedroom, and I laughed at their antics. How I wished to be that young again, full of innocence, you believe that the world is anything you want it to be. “So” He breathed, “I’ll pick the little shit up tomorrow, not sure what time.” He leant back on his Camaro, arms folded, a brooding look plastered onto his face. “Or you could come inside for a bit.” I shrugged, not really giving him an option as I walked into the house without his reply, not quite sure if he was actually following me. The slam of the front door behind me confirmed it, and I had to supress the smirk on my face.

Wandering to the kitchen, I picked up two glasses, “Drink?” and placed them on the counter, opening the fridge to get the premade strawberry milkshake for me. “Water.” I guided him to the sofa, where we sat ourselves and he scoffed at the pink liquid in my glass. “So you’re this bad bitch who still drinks pink milkshakes?” Laughing, I shook my head, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of us. “Don’t mock my milkshakes, they taste good.” I positioned myself to lay with my back on the arm of the chair, legs tucked to my chest. “Not the only thing that tastes good, princess.” He placed his hand on my right knee, lightly pushing it down, so he could fully see my face. Which was one of slight shock, entice and fluster. “Yeah, the chocolate ones are really good too.” I casually said, removing myself from the sofa, feeling myself get pulled in by his charms. Leaning his head back he groaned loudly which morphed into a laugh, turning towards me he pointed at me, “You’re impossible.”

“Try harder then, handsome.”

It wasn’t long before Billy went home, not wanting the sheriff to completely kill him if he found him in his house with his daughter, and as I lay in bed that night, somehow he was still in my thoughts. He wasn’t like any other guy in Hawkins. Because he isn’t from Hawkins. He was a fire in amongst those of water.

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