#happy feast day to my mother-in-law

[helshound]

remember, remember, the fifth of september, the spongecake gate treason and plot...

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

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i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

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i'm so happy for you my jonquil

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thanks for sharing my lady

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PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

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by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

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shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

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hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

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lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

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Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

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i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

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TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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actually i think it's still for king joffrey

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lol i thought it was for robb stark

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maybe it's for the mountain?

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mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

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stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

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[igotanidea]

Snow fight: Matt Murdock x reader

Christmas bingo day 7 : snow fight

***

Spending the Christmas at Nelson’s family was as magical as it was unexpected.

To put it bluntly, Y/N wanted nothing more, than to have a quiet, peaceful holiday season after a very shitty year, preferably spending three days in Matt’s arms with no care in the world or other people. Just them in their little bubble in his apartment in hell’s kitchen wrapped up in the blanket, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying each other’s company, without the necessity to patch his wounds and stop his bleeding after a night of Daredeviling.

Instead, she was thrown into quite a different situation, being invited to spend the Christmas eve and two following days at Nelson’s family household. Couldn’t be further from the little scenario she created in her head, from her little paradise.

“But Matty –“ she pouted when he broke the news to her one night after she got back from work.

“Don’t give me that look sweetie.” He chuckled turning to face her.

“You can’t see my face Matt” she rolled her eyes in fair annoyance. She didn’t like being surprised this way.  

“I can see in my heart?” he teased grabbing her hand and caressing her palm in a soothing manner

“Don’t try to play me you flirt!” she scoffed but didn’t retrieve her hand.

“Come on, Y/N…” he whispered, pulling her closer “it’s gonna be fun. Foggy is my best friend and I would love you two to get to know each other better…”

“Can’t  it wait until after Christmas?” she refused to admit it even to herself, but despite the whining and fighting him, Matt’s words were slowly getting into her. How could she refuse him. He was alone most of his life and if it wasn’t for Franklin he wouldn’t know good things in life. How could she say no, when he was pleading with her like that.

“Pretty please?” he nuzzled nose into her hair. “I want you to go with me.”

“don’t use those lawyer tricks on me!”

“No tricks, just my natural charm” he smirked “appreciate your consent though”

“I didn’t say-!”

“Maybe not with words. “

***

The feast and whole celebration was spectacular to say the least. And the fact that she was reluctant to take part in spending time with those people, who didn’t even know her and yet accepted her without as much as a blink of an eye would forever be a burden on her conscience.

“Matthew Murdock!” Franklin’s mother greeted him on the doorstep with the widest smile ever “My god! Haven’t seen you in ages, young man!” it only took a second before she pulled him into a bear hug.

“Not so young anymore, Rosalind” Matt chuckled, but the woman’s attention was already on Y/N who was nervously twisting her fingers, standing behind Matt’s back, unsure of what to do.

“And who may you be, cutie? Did the Murdock boy finally decide to settle down?” Rosalind winked at shocked Y/N.

“Um- I- we-“

“Don’t act surprised, love. I’m pretty sure you are in for a treat from this boy. Soon.” She shot a glance at Matt, not that he could see it. “Welcome to the Nelson’s family.” Before Y/N realised what was happening she was being hugged and squeezed in the woman’s arms “it’s a pleasure to have you. Come on inside, both of you.”

***

Soon it turned out, that the rest of the Nelson’s familia was as cordial and open as the lady of the house. As a result, the dinner turned into the string of jokes and laugh and friendly atmosphere (laced with some friendly banter about Franklin choosing law career instead of pursuing family business as a butcher).

It was so easy to catch up on why Matt loved those people so much. Why he truly felt like they were his family. Y/N could only hope that one day, she and Matt would have a big, happy family of their own.

And the Nelsons obviously loved him back, which was visible in every gesture, in every word spoken. He was practically beaming, even though the only sign of his internal happiness was the slightest smile. Purposefully or not, he was seated in front of Y/N, so she had a perfect view on his handsome face, lighted up by the candles making him look more like an angel rather than the devil. Once her eyes fixed on him there was nothing and no one that could possibly stop her from daydreaming and admiring. Seeing him like this, carefree, light, enjoying the moment without the planning, worrying and carrying the weight of the world on her shoulder.   

Best Christmas gift in the world…

To the point where she couldn’t help a little dreamy sigh, that immediately caused her eyes to grow wide and to turn around slightly embarrassed, checking whether anyone heard it.

Luckily, everyone seemed to be too consumed by talking and eating and having fun.

Everyone except Franklin.

Franklin Percy Nelson, who only smiled friendly at Y/N and nodded in silent understanding.

Clearly Y/N was accepted by the entire Matt’s stepfamily and only then she realised that subconsciously she has been a bit worried about it.  And those little smiles and sympathetic looks were enough to make her feel at home.

***

“so now, tell me, was it worth all the stubbornness?” Matt teased as they were walking back to his apartment with hearts and bellies full. “Cause from what I can tell you quite enjoyed the –“

“Not another word Murdock.” She warned stopping in the middle of the street, her cheeks reddening a little.

“I’m not blaming you. Rosalind’s eggnog hits even the strongest heads. “also, I didn’t know you had such a good voice. Especially when you’re-“

“Don’t you dare finishing it!”

“- drunk.” He smirked.

“Oh, you little-!” she immediately bend and started making snow balls throwing them at him.

“You want a snow fight with me, sunshine?” he laughed gracefully avoiding all of the snow missiles. “You know you stand no chance.”

“That’s cause you’re cheating!” she squealed and started running when he launched a counterattack.

“cheating?” he rushed after her though the empty streets of New York “I’m blind, remember?! Don’t run away from me!”

“I-“ she made a mistake of choosing the bad turn and found herself in a dead end.

“Got you!” he grabbed her from behind, spinning her in his arms so she could face him.

“Oh no!” she mocked “I surrender! What will you do now?”

“You’re my lobster, Y/N.”

“Oh now you’re watching friends?”

“Of course, how else would I express my deepest feelings if not referring to the classis love story of Ross and Rachel.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Of course.” He pulled her even closer, taking a moment to create some tension. “I love you.” He whispered kissing her forehead. “don’t ever run away from me.”

“I promise.”

[cornertheculprit]

one thing i rarely ever see mentioned is maya's disillusionment with the fey clan over the course of trials and tribulations as well as her own struggles with the idea of becoming the master. it's first mentioned near the middle of the stolen turnabout, where phoenix mentions maya hasn't been back to kurain village in a "long time" (which is the same way he refers to the last time he saw mia, implying that maya hasn't been back to the village since before 2-4):

Phoenix: (Now that I think about it... Maya hasn't been back to Kurain Village in a long time...)

and then, at the end of the stolen turnabout, mia says this:

Mia: I'm just joking, Phoenix. Don't take everything so seriously. But on the other hand, Maya... She seems kind of lost these days.

Phoenix: You mean about becoming the Master of the Kurain Channeling School?

Mia: Becoming the Master... means saying goodbye to our mother.

and it becomes even more apparent in bits and pieces throughout recipe for turnabout, though it isn't obvious at first because it's the type of dialogue you only get when you present profiles and other things:

Maya: Well, I'm kind of taking a break... I'm having a bit of trouble right now, you know?

Phoenix: (Last year's incident must still be on her mind... I haven't seen Maya train at all since that time. I think Mia said it's because Maya's at a loss these days...)

[...]

Armstrong: You 'ave la perfect face for a waitress, you know.

Maya: Um, thanks. I guess if things don't work out someday, then maybe I'll be back.

Phoenix: (What things? Is she talking about her being a spirit medium...?)

and then it culminates near the end of bridge to the turnabout, where she outright states that she wants nothing more to do with they fey clan:

Godot: ...Witness, please tell us your name and profession.

Maya: Maya Fey. My profession is... Umm... I'm the assistant manager at Wright & Co. Law Offices.

Phoenix: (Maya...)

Judge: According to the magazine I have here... ...you're a spirit medium of the Kurain Channeling Technique...

Maya: ... I... I'm frightened. The Fey clan... I don't want any more to do with it.

Phoenix: (Oh, Maya... The pain the Fey bloodline causes must be unbearable...)

and it's something that makes me question her decision to keep training to be the master, because the end of bridge to the turnabout outright states that the reason maya is staying so chipper and happy is because she's trying to be strong for pearl. which is understandable! and at the end, all phoenix and maya are trying to do is cheer pearl up, which ultimately leads to this:

Phoenix: This is a day to remember. A day when a lot of things were finally put to rest. I think we should celebrate what we've overcome today.

Pearl: B-But... I-I still can't...

Bikini: ...Oh, go on, sweetie. You can come back for training anytime.

Pearl: Um... OK!

Maya: Alright! I'm going to make a brand new start, too! Sister Bikini! I'll be back for more training! I promise!

Bikini: I know, and I won't go easy on you just because you're the future Master. I'll make sure to prepare reservations for three for when you come back! Wa ha ha ho ho ho hee hee hee!

Maya: Alright! We're going to have a great feast today, Pearly. You know why? Because training is a battle of endurance!

Pearl: OK, Mystic Maya! I... I'll eat lots and lots of food tonight!

maya puts on a determined face and says that she's going to make a "brand new start" and then proceeds to say that she's going back into training and that pearl should too—she's still in the process of actively attempting to coax pearl out of her sad shell and help put a smile back on her face after everything that's happened. more than that, the entire endgame of morgan's plan was to put pearl in the master's seat instead of maya even if it would lead to pearl being miserable, and god knows all maya wants is for pearl to be happy. so it makes me think that maya, being the self-sacrificing person she is, really only wants to become the master so that pearl won't have to. there are other factors of course (the burden of misty and mia's legacies, for one) but i think pearl is her main motivation. she wants her little cousin to smile again and if that means smiling herself and taking on the burden of the master then so be it. even if she wants nothing more to do with the fey clan anymore. someone's gotta do it and it might as well be her.

[eventinelysplayground]

A Mother's Touch

It's March 5 today and we know what that means, it's the 1st princes Birthday! So Happy Birthday to him and here is a story for it. I'd like to say this is a happy story but that wasn't the inspo I had so, it's one that will hit you in the feels. That said if you're currently grieving a more recent death maybe give it a skip for now. Jin remembers the last birthday that he had with his mother. WC approx 688.

The last of the snow had finally vanished leaving the ground muddy and cold. Down a worn path walked a single figure one hand shoved into his pocket and a bouquet of flowers in the other. The figure came to a halt in the corner of a mass grave before a tiny tombstone.

“Hi Mom, I brought these for you.”

Jin knelt down and placed the flowers gingerly beside the tombstone before sighing and rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.

“I know I haven't come to see you in a while but things have been a little busy lately. How about I get comfy and tell you all about it?”

Jin took off his coat and set it on the ground then took a seat on it bringing his knees up and resting his arms across them.

“Emma had the baby a few months ago, he has her eyes and my hair. Louder than his big brother and sister were though that's for sure, biggest appetite too!

Emma's doing just fine, it amazes me every time you know? She told me once she wanted to get stronger for me and boy did she ever!”

A tender smile spread across Jin's face as he talked. He talked for quite a while telling his Mom about anything that came to mind but especially about her grandchildren and daughter in law and just how happy he was.

Jin came to a lull in his update and laced his fingers together while looking up at the clear sky. After several minutes of silence he cleared his throat and resumed.

“Hey Mom? I actually had a specific reason for coming here today. See I haven't been doing so well these last few days, Emma noticed of course and we thought maybe me coming to see you would help. Now don't worry, nothing's wrong with any of us, it's just….”

Jin trailed off staring silently into the sky, his mouth feeling oddly dry.

“It was Emmett's birthday yesterday Mom, his sixth birthday. It was a great party, Emma made his cake while Yves made everything else. The kid had such a feast and he was surrounded by his family and friends. I should have been happy but, it got me thinking about the last birthday I had with you. Do you remember it Mom?”

Jin finally looked back down at the tiny gravestone, a sad fondness lighting up his eyes.

“You had already gotten sick by then. I was so worried about you I wasn't even thinking about my birthday but you remembered it for me. Even back then I could charm the ladies real well, the old lady I helped out most of the day paid me a bit extra so I got bread and cheese that night to eat. I got home and you were sitting up in bed with a big smile on your face. You praised me for all my hard work as I told you about my day over dinner.

Then when we were done eating you pulled out a handkerchief tied with a bow and handed it to me. I don't know how I looked but I must have looked pretty confused because you laughed at me, told me ‘don't just stare at it sweety open it’. There was a lollipop inside it, a big blue one. I remember I was amazed at its color. Then you drew me into the biggest hug and told me ‘Happy Birthday my sweet boy’ while smiling at me.”

Jin's voice cracked on those last words as his tears threatened to spill over.

“That night was the most I had seen you smile in a long time and it made that lollipop taste so much sweeter.”

Jin reached out and rested a big hand on top of the tiny gravestone.

“I wish you could be here with us, but since you can't I'll just keep making sure that Emma and our kids get to have the life you and I never did.”

Jin’s tears fell silently and for the briefest moment he could swear he felt his mother's gentle touch wiping them away.

[msmercury84]

"A Memorable Christmas Program"

A Vignette from "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny"

*Author's Note: This is a sneak preview of a future chapter. *

When Billy entered parochial school, he came home from kindergarten and excitedly told Leigh,

"Ma, Sister Mary Margaret wants me to be one of the three Wise Guys in the Christmas program!" Leigh hugged him,

"That's wonderful, Billy!" She controlled her urge to laugh, not wanting to hurt Billy's feelings. When he went upstairs to play, she called Augusta Guarnere, telling her Billy's comment. Both women had a good laugh. When Bill got home, Billy gave him the good news. Guarnere chuckled,

"I ain't laughin' at ya, Billy. You said somethin' cute." Bill and Leigh thought that their son went upstairs to play and was out of ear shot.

"Baby, just imagine him sayin' his lines like James Cagney or Edward G. Robinson, the best wise guys in the movies." He launched into an impersonation of the actors, making Leigh giggle.

The night of the Christmas program arrived. Most of the Guarnere family and the Spencers were in the audience. Billy had two lines,

"We're the Three Wise Men. We have gifts for baby Jesus." The time came for Billy to deliver his dialogue and he proudly said, in a voice like Edward G. Robinson, bringing down the house,

"We're the Three Wise Guys. We have gifts for baby Jesus." The audience laughed and applauded. All Leigh and Bill could do was laugh. After the show, they apologized to the teaching nun and they convinced Billy to apologize, too. She accepted their apologies. Both sets of grandparents were still proud of him. Aunt Julia hugged Billy,

"Kiddo, that's the best Christmas show I ever saw."

A few days after the program, Leigh was cooking supper. Angelina was seated in her high chair in the kitchen. The song, "Hold Tight" performed by the Andrews Sisters was playing on the radio. Leigh was singing. When she got to the verse,

"I'm as happy as can be when the seafood comes to me. Yadda da, yadda da, yadda da," Angelina spoke the lyrics,

"Yadda da, yadda da, yadda da."

After the song ended, Leigh decided to sing the lyrics again to see if she would repeat them. A big smile appeared on her face as Angelina spoke the lyrics again. When Bill got home from work, Leigh told him,

"I hope Angelina will do this. She learned something new today. Guarnere had a radiant smile as he heard his daughter repeating the lyrics to the song.

"Won't be long until this little angel is singin' like her ma." He hugged Angelina and kissed her cheek.

Angelina wouldn't always perform on demand and she showed a very determined and stubborn nature on occasion. Both Cal and Louise told Bill and Leigh,

"We've seen this behavior before. This little girl acts just like her mother when she was her age. The stubborn streak may remain." Guarnere told his in-laws,

"I can live wit' that. I love her ma an' that stubborn streak don't bother me. If Angelina wants to sing, that's OK an' if she doesn't, that's OK, too. I love my life an' I wouldn't change a thing."

Angelina got a round of applause at her Nonno and Nonna Guarnere's house when she repeated the "Yadda da. yadda da, yadda da" lyrics during the Feast of the Seven Fishes.

Leigh and her sisters-in-law were helping Augusta bring in various platters of food. Billy looked at Leigh. He innocently thought that he was giving her a compliment when he said,

"Pop likes that dress. He says it makes your ass look nice." Everyone burst out laughing. Leigh told her son that she knew he meant well, but his comment was inappropriate. She hugged and kissed him, saying,

"You're not in trouble, Billy. I was hoping that you would be like your pop. You're a smaller version of him." Bill commented,

"There's never a dull moment wit' my family, an' I love it!"

[mariacallous]

When people ask what I’m doing for Christmas this year, I’ve been replying, with not a little bit of glee, that we are ���going nowhere and entertaining nobody”. The almost universal reaction is one of wistfulness, if not envy.

Taking the pressure off the festive season and choosing to please only yourselves is something many people fantasise about. Some people feel so hamstrung by responsibility to others (and dare I say it, perhaps are so used to that well-established feeling of Christmas martyrdom) that they never get the Christmas they secretly want.

Thankfully, my husband and I have no such qualms, and for our son’s third Christmas, we’ve decided to do what makes him happy and have it just the three of us. For his first, we hosted my mum, and his second was spent in my husband’s home town at a huge gathering of grandparents, aunties and cousins. Both were lovely, if not entirely stress-free. During the first Christmas, no one was sleeping; during the second, which included a potluck for which I made two massive nut roasts for more than 25 people, only my son was: outside in the pram, being pushed by me, while the food was being served. My sister-in-law took a photo of me through the window: I am standing in the rain, parka over my nice dress, holding a flute of champagne. “I know it’s not funny now, but you’ll laugh at this one day,” she said, and she was right, I did. Eventually.

Despite the challenges of parenting a small child, I have wonderful memories from these Christmases, and we are still seeing loved ones over the festive period, just not all in one go. In a way, this makes it easier. I know some people are heavily invested in everything being on the 25 December, but it’s never been that way in my family, and there’s something about a movable feast that makes everything a bit looser and more relaxed. My son got to see his paternal grandparents earlier in December, thus skipping the hell of train travel over the Christmas period (I’m still haunted by our return journey via Coventry last year, which was spent in a vestibule), and celebrated with his nonna on the solstice. This spreads out the relatives and makes it less overwhelming for our toddler.

I know not everyone’s family are as understanding as ours, who have been happy with this arrangement. My dad, in particular, was almost insistent that we do our own thing and see him, my stepmum and my brothers at a quieter time – perhaps remembering his own days parenting young children, and the tug-of-war between the grandparents, which would have involved driving to opposite ends of the country. Like me, he thinks it’s important to create your own traditions within your smaller family unit, and over the past few years we have started to do that. That 2020 Covid Christmas, while incredibly sad at times, in a funny way gave us – and I imagine many others – the breathing space we needed to think about how we wanted to celebrate on our own terms: such as what we ate and drank, what the day’s timings would be, and what we most wanted to get out of it.

Our traditions have evolved quite organically, and are mostly to do with food. On Christmas Eve, we have a huge glazed ham alongside a range of salads. My husband will make Diana Henry’s winter panzanella, alongside something like a halloumi, orange and green bean salad and Ottolenghi’s squash recipe from Jerusalem.

On Christmas Day, after my not-entirely-sane husband plunges himself into freezing cold water, we will eat a bird that isn’t turkey, usually duck breast, and often far later than planned. The next day, we chop up the ham and use it to make our Boxing Day carbonara, an invention of my mother’s that has become a mainstay. In between we drink martinis, listen to carols, watch telly and dance to the Ella & Louis Christmas album, which, incidentally, includes the best version of Baby, It’s Cold Outside (far from being a sexual harassment anthem, it’s really a 1940s in-joke about how much two people want to shag each other, as the audience laughter and knowing ad-libs make abundantly clear). Dancing with my son and seeing his sheer, uncontrollable excitement at the sight of the Christmas tree has already got me in the spirit.

There is, of course, a part of me that will miss what I have come to think of as the “Euston sprint” from concourse to platform, stumbling through a morass of harassed northerners, blue Ikea bags overflowing with presents, and small children. But not that much. Hardest of all will be not having a G&T with my mum during Nine Lessons and Carols on Christmas Eve. Whether we are together or apart, I always raise a glass to her, and I’ll cherish it all the more the next time we spend it together.

This time of year can be stressful, and so often we find ourselves staggering towards the day exhausted and overwhelmed. However you’re spending it, and even if you have obligations that are harder to negotiate than ours, I hope you find a moment this festive season to do something for yourself. It’s wonderful giving joy to others, but never at the complete expense of your own sanity.

[hime98]

Lonely Escape in Seoul (Lee Dong Wook x Y/N)

Chapter 14 - His Real World

Third Person POV

A few days after their video call with Y/N's family, Dong Wook surprised her with an unexpected plan. As they drove through the bustling city streets, he turned to her with a soft smile. “We’re going somewhere special today,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he replied, his voice filled with promise, the kind that made her pulse quicken with excitement.

They drove for hours, the skyline fading behind them and the concrete jungle slowly giving way to fields and rolling hills. The further they went, the more peaceful and tranquil the surroundings became. Finally, they arrived at a picturesque village, its charm lying in its simplicity. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of earth and flowers.

Y/N glanced around in awe as Dong Wook pulled the car into a gravel driveway. “This is my parents’ hometown,” he said, his voice warm with fondness.

Y/N's eyes widened. “Your parents? Are we…?”

Dong Wook looked over at her with a soft smile. “I’m introducing you to my family. I want to make it official.” he said, his voice steady, yet there was an unmistakable sincerity in his tone.

Y/N's heart skipped. Meeting his family felt like a significant step. Nervous excitement rushed through her, but she couldn’t deny the joy bubbling inside her. This was a new chapter, and she was ready to take it.

Dong Wook led her up to a beautiful house, it's a mix of modern and traditional Korean houses she's seen in dramas. Surrounded by beautiful flowers and well-maintained gardens. The door opened before they could knock, revealing a woman whose warm smile mirrored her son’s.

“Dong Wook-ah!” His mother exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace him. Her arms enveloped him tightly, and Y/N could see the deep affection in her eyes. She stepped back, her gaze now shifting to Y/N, her eyes lighting up in welcome.

“Omo! Who is this lovely young lady?” she asked, her voice filled with warmth.

Dong Wook’s hand found Y/N's, pulling her gently forward. “Mom, Dad, this is Y/N… my fiancée.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and then Dong Wook’s mother gasped softly, her eyes filling with tears. Without hesitation, she pulled Y/N into a tight embrace, her hands gentle but strong. “Oh, my dear, welcome to the family,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she hugged her back, the love and acceptance in the embrace overwhelming. “Thank you,” she whispered back, blinking back tears of her own.

Dong Wook’s father, a tall, strong man with a stoic face, stepped forward with a proud smile. He clapped Dong Wook on the back, his voice filled with a father’s pride. “You’ve done well, son” he said, his voice rough but affectionate.

The warmth of the greeting made Y/N's heart swell, and she felt more at ease as the day unfolded. They spent hours with Dong Wook’s family, laughing and sharing stories.

His mom cooked a feast of homemade food, the delicious scents filling the air. Dong Wook's parents, sister and brother-in-law are all kind and genuine, and Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of belonging as she got to know them. It wasn’t just Dong Wook’s past; it was now a part of her too.

Later, as the sun began to dip behind the hills, casting a golden glow over the village, they gathered outside for tea. The conversation was light, filled with laughter, but as the evening settled into a quiet moment, Dong Wook’s mother pulled Y/N aside.

She took her hands in hers, her grip firm but comforting. “Thank you for making my son truly happy,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. “He deserves it, and so do you.”

Y/N's breath caught in her throat. She was no stranger to her own family’s love, but the sincerity of Dong Wook’s mother’s words hit her in a way she hadn’t expected. “Thank you,” She said, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for welcoming me so warmly.”

Dong Wook’s mother smiled through her tears, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/N's face. “I see how you care for him. You’re a good match.” Her voice softened. “And I can tell… you are a good person with a gentle soul, i trust my instincts.”

At that moment, one of Dong Wook’s youngest nephew—a small toddler with chubby cheeks—wandered over, looking up at Y/N with wide, curious eyes. Without hesitation, Y/N crouched down to the child’s level, smiling warmly.

“Well, hello there bubba,” she said, her voice soft and playful. The little one giggled and reached for her, and Y/N lifted the child into her arms effortlessly, making the baby laugh even more.

Dong Wook stood nearby, watching the scene unfold. His heart swelled with affection as he observed Y/N with his family. She was so natural, so caring, and her instinctive gentleness with the child was something that struck him deeply.

He knew she was good with people, but seeing her with his family, with his little niece and nephew, made him fall even more in love with her. It made him imagine the future. It's kinda early but he knows, Y/N will be an amazing wife and mother in the future.

“She’s amazing,” he remarked quietly, a soft smile curling on his lips.

Y/N didn’t seem to notice Dong Wook’s gaze as she chatted with the toddler, her laughter filling the air as she played peek-a-boo with the child. The bond between them seemed effortless, and Dong Wook couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride.

Later, after they had said their goodbyes, they stood by the car, preparing to leave. The cool evening air wrapped around them as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon. Dong Wook pulled her into a soft embrace, his hands resting gently on her back.

“Thank you for being you,” he whispered, his voice full of tenderness. “Thank you for making me so happy.”

Y/N rested her head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “Thank you for showing me your real world, Oppa.” she murmured. “It’s beautiful.”

As they got into the car and drove away, the countryside receding behind them, Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, her heart full of contentment. The day had been perfect, not just because she had met his family, but because it had been a reminder of the future they were building together.

And as the stars began to twinkle above them, she couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in her life, the future didn’t seem so uncertain. With Dong Wook by her side, it felt like a beautiful dream come true.

(To be continued)

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[msmorningstaarr]

Spoiler from Chapter 8

Hey guys! It's been a while since I don't post anything related to Holy and Heathen due to an stressful end of semester. But I'm working on chapter 8 and decided to share a small portion of what I've prepared <3 shall we go?

“I could not help but notice the absence of my husband at the table.” Melara stated, noticing Ysilla’s eyes getting numb, somewhat worried.

“Oberyn is not in good spirits this morning.” She sighed heavily, resting her head over her hands. “Which is a shame on such a beautiful, bright day with wonderful news from King’s Landing.”

Melara narrowed her eyes. “What news, if I am allowed to ask, mother?” 

Then, her face turned to be happy as it was before and a wide smile rose on her lips. “Elia is with child. I had just received the news, my dear.” 

Melara's eyes widened at the revelation. A mixture of surprise and conflicting emotions played across her features as she processed the news. Elia, Oberyn's sister, was with child, carrying the next generation of House Targaryen. A rush of conflicting emotions surged within Melara — joy for the impending addition to the family, but also a pang of jealousy of Elia, because she was able to be with child so early in her marriage. Meanwhile, Melara cried all months her bleeding fell between her legs.

"That is wonderful news, mother!" Melara exclaimed, forcing a smile to her lips despite the turmoil in her heart. "A new heir for the Iron Throne is indeed a cause for celebration."

Ysilla beamed at Melara's response, seemingly oblivious to the internal struggle beneath her daughter-in-law's composed exterior. "Yes, my dear. Elia and her husband, Prince Rhaegar, are overjoyed. The entire realm will soon rejoice in the birth of a Targaryen heir. We must throw a feast tonight to celebrate such soul fulfilling news. You make sure to be on your best looks, my dear. I will be more than thrilled to celebrate it with you."

Melara nodded, concealing the tumult of emotions within. The news added another layer of complexity to her relationship with Oberyn. The prospect of Elia providing an heir might put even more pressure on Melara, heightening the uncertainties surrounding her own role in House Martell.

"I am happy for them," Melara continued, her voice carefully modulated. "I'm sure Oberyn will be delighted to hear the news as well."

Ysilla's expression shifted slightly, her eyes betraying a hint of concern. "Oberyn has not taken the news as joyfully as one might expect. He seems burdened by some troubles."

A knot tightened in Melara's stomach. The revelation about Oberyn's mood cast a shadow over the joyous occasion. She couldn't shake off the haunting memories of the previous night's confrontation and the bruises on her arms.

[rideroftheredqueen]

Adored by the Realm: Day 5

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 14th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fifth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Wedding Ceremony

Corlys stood tall, representing the Velaryon family as vows were said in The Sept. Rhaenys was not by his side. He could barely see her from his place, but knew she stood representing Baela’s Targaryen heritage.

The Father – Clever Laenor ought to stand where he stood. He would have been so happy for Jacaerys and Baela. He would have loved the tourneys.

The Mother – Darling Laena ought to stand where Rhaenys stood. Glowing with pride at her daughter’s wedding vows.

The Maiden – Baela’s childhood was coming to an end with each passing vow. It felt final, Corlys found it strange that the little girl would truly be a woman.

The Crone – Corlys looked back towards his mother-in-law. How would he feel if he lived long enough to see great-grandchildren get married?

The Warrior – Jacaerys, the future of the realm. Laenor’s pride and joy, Corlys first born grandchild. He would forever hold a special place in his heart, even when he would no longer be Velaryon.

The Smith – Corlys smiled as Jacaerys placed the wedding robe over Baela’s shoulders. It had been made for his own wedding to Princess Rhaenys and truly displayed the close ties between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

The Stranger – Too many lives had been lost, people who ought to be here and celebrate with them. Corlys knew the future was unknown, but hoped and prayed that his grandchildren would experience fewer losses than his and their parents’ generations had.

Upon leaving the Sept Corlys reunited with his wife. She was a vision in sea blue and ocean green tulle, Velaryon colours, showing off her pregnancy proudly. She squeezed his hand tightly and he met her eyes. This time it wasn’t physical pain; this time she was emotional and Corlys could tell she had been fighting hard against the tears. Corlys leaned in close and whispered: “Now we get feast and dance.”

The Wedding Ball

The feast was magnificent. Perfection in every bite. The attention to detail made even the smallest gesture special and memorable. Rhaenys laughed and cried happily through the speeches, feeling at ease surrounded by family, sitting beside Corlys.

When the music began and Corlys asked her to dance, she accepted easily.

“How are you feeling, my princess?”

“Happy,” Rhaenys answered, before they followed the music. The song ended and Corlys bowed to her. Rhaenys nodded and watched as he went and asked Rhaenyra for the next dance. Rhaenys steered towards the edge of the dancefloor.

“Mumuña, can we dance?”

“Of course,” Rhaenys said delightedly as she took Princess Visenya’s hands and danced with her. After they danced, they took a seat on one of the settees, with a perfect view of the dancefloor. Visenya curled up against her side and Rhaenys smiled as her little hand stroked the curve of her belly tenderly. It was clear it was something The Little Princess had done before. Rhaenys lifted her eyes to see Corlys dance with the bride, darling brave Baela.

“It’s all right,” Rhaenys said as Visenya yawned. “Settle down, I’ll stay with you.”

“But I want to see when they leave for the bedding ceremony.”

“It’s not that interesting. They go through a door and the door is closed, while the rest of us continue to celebrate.” Rhaenys said soothingly as Visenya shifted and put her head in Rhaenys’ lap.

As Rhaenys watched Corlys dance with Daenaera, she traced patterns against Visenya’s shoulder and neck. She couldn’t help to be grateful on a day like this. Her family, united and celebrating the next generation. A grand wedding, which still felt like a family affair with all her favourite people.

“Muña, are you all right?” Rhaenyra asked as she paused by the settee. “I can have Nya …”

“… leave her be. I’ve got this,” Rhaenys said easily. “Dance, celebrate your children. Let me sit here and watch. I’m perfectly happy right here,” she added and waved her off.

Rhaena stopped by soon after, but Rhaenys waved her off too, only for Corlys to ask her for a dance. “Have fun,” Rhaenys urged happily.

Shortly before the bedding ceremony, Visenya was taken to bed. Rhaenys walked up to the bride and groom and gave them each a hug. “I’m so happy and proud of you,” she told them earnestly. “Laena and Laenor would be so proud,” she added before she pulled back.

Rhaenys stepped into Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, swaying gently to the music. “What do you think, will we be great-grandparents within the next year?”

“It’s possible,” Corlys replied with a chuckle against her ear.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @moondancer-rp, @rhaenaspearls, @notatargaryenbastard, @lordhusband

[lordhusband]

Adored by the Realm: Day 5

The Red Keep, King’s Landing, Westeros, 14th day of the 12th moon 129AC The fifth day of wedding celebrations: Adored by the Realm.

The Wedding Ceremony

Corlys stood tall, representing the Velaryon family as vows were said in The Sept. Rhaenys was not by his side. He could barely see her from his place, but knew she stood representing Baela’s Targaryen heritage.

The Father – Clever Laenor ought to stand where he stood. He would have been so happy for Jacaerys and Baela. He would have loved the tourneys.

The Mother – Darling Laena ought to stand where Rhaenys stood. Glowing with pride at her daughter’s wedding vows.

The Maiden – Baela’s childhood was coming to an end with each passing vow. It felt final, Corlys found it strange that the little girl would truly be a woman.

The Crone – Corlys looked back towards his mother-in-law. How would he feel if he lived long enough to see great-grandchildren get married?

The Warrior – Jacaerys, the future of the realm. Laenor’s pride and joy, Corlys first born grandchild. He would forever hold a special place in his heart, even when he would no longer be Velaryon.

The Smith – Corlys smiled as Jacaerys placed the wedding robe over Baela’s shoulders. It had been made for his own wedding to Princess Rhaenys and truly displayed the close ties between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon.

The Stranger – Too many lives had been lost, people who ought to be here and celebrate with them. Corlys knew the future was unknown, but hoped and prayed that his grandchildren would experience fewer losses than his and their parents’ generations had.

Upon leaving the Sept Corlys reunited with his wife. She was a vision in sea blue and ocean green tulle, Velaryon colours, showing off her pregnancy proudly. She squeezed his hand tightly and he met her eyes. This time it wasn’t physical pain; this time she was emotional and Corlys could tell she had been fighting hard against the tears. Corlys leaned in close and whispered: “Now we get feast and dance.”

The Wedding Ball

The feast was magnificent. Perfection in every bite. The attention to detail made even the smallest gesture special and memorable. Rhaenys laughed and cried happily through the speeches, feeling at ease surrounded by family, sitting beside Corlys.

When the music began and Corlys asked her to dance, she accepted easily.

“How are you feeling, my princess?”

“Happy,” Rhaenys answered, before they followed the music. The song ended and Corlys bowed to her. Rhaenys nodded and watched as he went and asked Rhaenyra for the next dance. Rhaenys steered towards the edge of the dancefloor.

“Mumuña, can we dance?”

“Of course,” Rhaenys said delightedly as she took Princess Visenya’s hands and danced with her. After they danced, they took a seat on one of the settees, with a perfect view of the dancefloor. Visenya curled up against her side and Rhaenys smiled as her little hand stroked the curve of her belly tenderly. It was clear it was something The Little Princess had done before. Rhaenys lifted her eyes to see Corlys dance with the bride, darling brave Baela.

“It’s all right,” Rhaenys said as Visenya yawned. “Settle down, I’ll stay with you.”

“But I want to see when they leave for the bedding ceremony.”

“It’s not that interesting. They go through a door and the door is closed, while the rest of us continue to celebrate.” Rhaenys said soothingly as Visenya shifted and put her head in Rhaenys’ lap.

As Rhaenys watched Corlys dance with Daenaera, she traced patterns against Visenya’s shoulder and neck. She couldn’t help to be grateful on a day like this. Her family, united and celebrating the next generation. A grand wedding, which still felt like a family affair with all her favourite people.

“Muña, are you all right?” Rhaenyra asked as she paused by the settee. “I can have Nya …”

“… leave her be. I’ve got this,” Rhaenys said easily. “Dance, celebrate your children. Let me sit here and watch. I’m perfectly happy right here,” she added and waved her off.

Rhaena stopped by soon after, but Rhaenys waved her off too, only for Corlys to ask her for a dance. “Have fun,” Rhaenys urged happily.

Shortly before the bedding ceremony, Visenya was taken to bed. Rhaenys walked up to the bride and groom and gave them each a hug. “I’m so happy and proud of you,” she told them earnestly. “Laena and Laenor would be so proud,” she added before she pulled back.

Rhaenys stepped into Corlys’ arms and leaned against him, swaying gently to the music. “What do you think, will we be great-grandparents within the next year?”

“It’s possible,” Corlys replied with a chuckle against her ear.

Honourable mention: @black-queen-rising, @thelittleprincesstargaryen, @littlevelaryon, @moondancer-rp, @rhaenaspearls, @notatargaryenbastard, @rideroftheredqueen

[adair-kiba]

Azami Lives AU - A short story about a mother's worry and meeting someone new!

This would be the AU where Adair's mother, Azami, doesn't die of pneumonia after Coerthas freezes (that being the final catalyst to get Adair to leave the area looking for a place he can make a living in my normal canon for him).

She is still anxious about heading towards Ishgard after losing her husband and friends in the massacre of the group of Au Ra soon after she came there. And she hates the cold. So, she encourages Adair to go on his journey towards the south knowing he's still healing from what happened to him in Dravania as a kid, and she ventures towards Idyllshire interested in what the goblins and traders are doing out there - being a retired merchant herself.

A few years pass, with minimal contact from Adair. Just a letter every few months. She has a vague idea of what happened through ARR with the group (Scions) he's partnered with. She hasn't seen him since he left home.

---

One day when visiting the Idyllshire markets, a Lalafell merchant tells her of the news from Ul'dah - how the sultana was poisoned and the Warrior of Light, Adair, was accused.

Azami panics, and rushes to find the closest delivery moogle hoping to find a letter from her son that the moogle hasn't cared to deliver yet.

The moogle did have one, actually! A recent letter Adair had written soon after fleeing to Camp Dragonhead. He told her that he was safe despite what she may hear. That he's innocent but has to stay out of public sight for a while, and not to worry because despite all the turmoil at least he got to spend time with a dear friend who he had recently started dating.

Reassured, but no less worried for the only son who had contacted her at all in recent years, she readied her chocobo for the long journey through the cold.

She sent a letter to him letting him know she was on her way, and hurried across the snow in her warmest coat.

Finally, she makes her way to the fort keeping her son safe. Azami is anxious to meet him after the several years he's been away. She worries his situation is worse than he let on (it was from what gossip she's heard on the way!), and she's afraid his partner isn't treating him with the kindness he deserves. He had insisted he was happy in his letter, but a mother still worries.

As she hesitates, she hears a shout, "Ms Kiba!! Welcome!" A knight in silver armor with matching hair calls out to her brightly through the cold wind.

She strides over to the friendly knight, an enticing warmth radiating from the building behind him. 'This must be the cheerful young man Adair mentioned in his last letter,' she thinks to herself.

"Truly wonderful to finally meet you, ma'am! Adair said you would be arriving soon," the knight takes one of her gloved hands in his own in a friendly greeting, "he's currently out collecting some ingredients for the feast we will be holding to welcome you... as soon as you are settled in of course!"

Azami smiles at the Elezen and laughs softly, "What a surprise he's off in the woods, that boy hasn't changed! You're Haurchefant, yes? My son spoke warmly of you in his last letter, I can see now the flattery is well deserved."

She spends quite a lot of time in Camp Dragonhead, using her growing skill as a weaver to help mend and make clothes for the fortress's residents and working with the cooks to add new, interesting flavors to their hearty meals. It becomes her new home after the events in Heavensward kick into gear. She becomes very fond of her future son-in-law, and when he passes she is heartbroken for her son (and, as a fellow parent, Edmont - having followed his journey into admitting his past failings as a father and beginning to rebuild his relationship with his son on a foundation of forgiveness).

Now, she lives in the Firmament - helping the local traders there expand their connections to the other city states of Aldenard, and eventually to some of her old connections in Othard and Ilsabard. And, of course, doting on her grandson Ori!

-End

[fascinatedhelix]

Hmm... Let's see:

Neither Berix nor Gresh have ever seen a baby before. Once things kick into gear after the Restoration, they're both astounded and concerned seeing how tiny the new additions to their mega-village are.

Mata Nui does eventually exit his post-restoration coma, though he opts for a relatively quiet existence exploring the planet he fixed. He visits his friends from time to time between trips to other parts of the planet.

The Sand Tribe, before the Great Beings screwed them up, were once known for their glasswork, made in furnaces placed along common travel routes so they could keep making it year round. The Bota Magnan Sand Tribe's city, which I named Vilrinn or "The City of Glass," is loaded with glass wares, ranging from wind chimes, beads, tableware, and even windows. Kabrua's feasting hall bears a bit of a resemblance to a Gothic church with the huge stained glass windows decorating it.

Kiina is the child of two Great Beings who wanted to see if their "talents" were hereditary. Upon noticing nothing unusual about their infant daughter, she was handed off to the mother's sister. Kiina's aunt and uncle were, to put it simply, not great people. They forced her to join the war effort during the Core Wars despite being equivalent to 12 at the time because they didn't want to be known for raising a "coward." Tarix, being her superior officer at the time, more or less took Kiina in as his own after the Shattering. Part of her hesitance to return to the North is because she's worried she might run into her aunt and uncle again, even if logically they're probably dead.

The Great Beings don't have any special powers besides invention, unless they got cursed by the Ignika. Without their tools and inventions, they're kinda just normal weirdos with little common sense. They've definitely gotten into some shit in their day, despite trying to look as cool and unmovable as possible.

Tuma used to have a wife and several teen-equivalent sons before the Baterra began advancing on their mountain home. However, his reckless plans to destroy the Baterra resulted in his sons being killed in battle, and during the flight from their fortress, his wife was among the women left behind to try and slow the Baterra's chase. Long before all this, before the Shattering, they once had a happy marriage (at least, as happy as a traditionally arranged Skrall marriage could be; they were pretty affectionate by Skrall standards), but now... Not so much. (Bonus, the matriarch of the Sisters of the Skrall that Tuma tried convincing to forge an alliance? That's Tuma's ex-mother-in-law.)

The Cursed Great Being probably doesn't smell very good on account of being chained in place for thousands of years. If he got cured, the first thing he'd do is take a bath ("Finally, my underwear has stopped screaming at me."), and the second would be making good on that talk of hugging his creations. Full on bear hugs, regardless of the hard edges or how angry it makes them.

I'm slowly losing interest in Bionicle. And I'd like to stay a bit longer.

Please share your headcanons, analysis, shitposts, ideas, etc. in this post, whether as reblog or in the replies.

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

20th March >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Solemnity of Saint Joseph, husband of the Blessed Virgin Mary 

(Liturgical Colour: White: A(1))

First Reading 2 Samuel 7:4-5,12-14,16 The Lord will give him the throne of his ancestor David.

The word of the Lord came to Nathan: ‘Go and tell my servant David, Thus the Lord speaks: “When your days are ended and you are laid to rest with your ancestors, I will preserve the offspring of your body after you and make his sovereignty secure. (It is he who shall build a house for my name, and I will make his royal throne secure for ever.) I will be a father to him and he a son to me. Your House and your sovereignty will always stand secure before me and your throne be established for ever.”’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 88(89):2-5,27,29

R/ His dynasty shall last for ever.

I will sing for ever of your love, O Lord; through all ages my mouth will proclaim your truth. Of this I am sure, that your love lasts for ever, that your truth is firmly established as the heavens.

R/ His dynasty shall last for ever.

‘I have made a covenant with my chosen one; I have sworn to David my servant: I will establish your dynasty for ever and set up your throne through all ages.

R/ His dynasty shall last for ever.

‘He will say to me: “You are my father, my God, the rock who saves me.” I will keep my love for him always; with him my covenant shall last.’

R/ His dynasty shall last for ever.

Second Reading Romans 4:13,16-18,22 Abraham hoped, and he believed.

The promise of inheriting the world was not made to Abraham and his descendants on account of any law but on account of the righteousness which consists in faith. That is why what fulfils the promise depends on faith, so that it may be a free gift and be available to all of Abraham’s descendants, not only those who belong to the Law but also those who belong to the faith of Abraham who is the father of all of us. As scripture says: I have made you the ancestor of many nations – Abraham is our father in the eyes of God, in whom he put his faith, and who brings the dead to life and calls into being what does not exist.

Though it seemed Abraham’s hope could not be fulfilled, he hoped and he believed, and through doing so he did become the father of many nations exactly as he had been promised: Your descendants will be as many as the stars. This is the faith that was ‘considered as justifying him.’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 83:5

Glory and praise to you, O Christ. They are happy who dwell in your house, O Lord, for ever singing your praise. Glory and praise to you, O Christ.

Either:

Gospel Matthew 1:16,18-21,24 How Jesus Christ came to be born.

Jacob was the father of Joseph the husband of Mary; of her was born Jesus who is called Christ.

This is how Jesus Christ came to be born. His mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph; but before they came to live together she was found to be with child through the Holy Spirit. Her husband Joseph; being a man of honour and wanting to spare her publicity, decided to divorce her informally. He had made up his mind to do this when the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a dream and said, ‘Joseph son of David, do not be afraid to take Mary home as your wife, because she has conceived what is in her by the Holy Spirit. She will give birth to a son and you must name him Jesus, because he is the one who is to save his people from their sins.’ When Joseph woke up he did what the angel of the Lord had told him to do.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

Or:

Gospel Luke 2:41-51a Mary stored up all these things in her heart.

Every year the parents of Jesus used to go to Jerusalem for the feast of the Passover. When he was twelve years old, they went up for the feast as usual. When they were on their way home after the feast, the boy Jesus stayed behind in Jerusalem without his parents knowing it. They assumed he was with the caravan, and it was only after a day’s journey that they went to look for him among their relations and acquaintances. When they failed to find him they went back to Jerusalem looking for him everywhere.

Three days later, they found him in the Temple, sitting among the doctors, listening to them, and asking them questions; and all those who heard him were astounded at his intelligence and his replies. They were overcome when they saw him, and his mother said to him, ‘My child, why have, you done this to us? See how worried your father and I have been, looking for you.’ ‘Why were you looking for me?’ he replied. ‘Did you not know that I must be busy with my Father’s affairs?’ But they did not understand what he meant.

He then went down with them and came to Nazareth and lived under their authority.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[heartysworld]

My dragoness || Harwin Strong x Reader

A/N: Welp,here I am once again. Seems like anesthesia gives people inspiration to write more. I literally wrote this in like an hour (which is amazing). Here is more food for the hungry and thirsty Harwin Strong stans! Send more Harwin requests babes! <3

MASTERLIST

Your marriage out of pure love for the man you loved was one of the few to ever occur in House Targaryen. You had met Ser Harwin Strong years ago when the man had joined the City Watch led by your uncle. With months and days passing your eyes sought for him more and more often,and so did his. The flower of love had blossomed between the two of you after he invited you to be his dance partner during one of the many feasts thrown in the Palace. Soon after, Harwin had spoken to his father, leading to your father's approval of your courtship.

People in Court were absolutely smitten with the younger princess and the man who had won her heart over the years. Half a year later your wedding happened, making you officially Harwin Strong's wife, putting a start to your shared life together.

It was early in the morning years later when the wails of an infant echoed around the walls of the Red Keep. The younger princess had just given birtht to hers and her husband's, Harwin Strong, second child who was yet to be named. The small babe squirmed around in his mother's arms while the Maester and his apprentices took care of the afterbirth process. Meanwhile, her beloved had just entered the chambers where the two resided, a giant smile evident on the man's face.

"My love." Harwin said, earning your attention, moving it away from your son. Your returned his smile,all the tiredness and pain being replaced by love and adoration. "It is a boy, I had just been told." Your husband said while he walked towards your bedside.

One look at his child was enough for the Strong man to feel like a child himself who had just seen the most beautiful thing ever.

"A healthy son." You said, adding to his words. He leaned in closer to your, placing his hand on your sweaty cheek before kissing your lips. No words needed at this moment. Your oldest, Vaenys, was currently at Dragonstone, visiting his aunt and cousins, something he has been wishing to do for months now.

"You are a soldier,my love. I can't be more proud of my wife." Harwin said as he held one of your hands that circled your son's small body.

With the day of your labors nearing, knowing what was about to occur once again after the birth,you and Harwin decided it would be best to grant Vaenys his dear wish.

Ever since the birth of your oldest nephew, Jacaerys, the Queen has developed the obsession of wishing to see the child mere hours after it was born in desperate attempts to try and accuse any of the two sisters in being unfaithful and bearing illegitimate children. You had no idea what was happening in your sister's life after she married Ser Laenor Velaryon and fled to Dragonstone, but you knew their marriage wasn't a traditional one. Your brother-in-law had his preferences and your sister had hers.

The cup started to get fuller when your first son was born. Alicent, from the moment she saw the babe and his head full of dark hair, declared the Strong boy illegitimate. Ever since, whispers had been going around court, speculating the paternity of your son.

"No true Targaryen has ever been born with hair different than silver, Your Grace!" Were Alicent's words. "The Targaryen blood runs thick, this boy has black hair!"

Your father was the one who stood by your side, dismissing all the rumors.

Your children were pure and innocent, an evidence for your and your husband's love for each other. Sadly, the moment of the birth that was supposed to be happy was quickly ruined by the Queen's lady in waiting.

Harwin laid on the bed next to you, holding your son and peppering his small face with kisses when the woman dressed in crimson colors entered the room. Her head stood low as she spoke.

"The Queen wishes to see the child." With that the young woman left, the happiness your son had brought you now replaced by anger and resentment.

"I am so tired of this." You said as you slowly stood up from the bed, quiet whimpers of discomfort and pain escaping your mouth, the damages by the birth still affecting your sore and tired body.

"Let me come with you." Harwin said as he came by your side,babe in his arms. You nodded before speaking once again:

"Give him to me." You said, outstretching your arms towards your husband.

"Let me hold him,you are exhausted enough." Harwin said. His words made your heart feel warm, seeing how caring and loving he was.

"No,she won't get much satisfaction out of that. Give him to me." You said once again. Letting out a sight, he handed your son to you. Slowly the three of you walked towards your father's chambers where he and his wife expected you.

With moans of pain you climbed all the stairs to the royal chambers, the little body that you held now wiggling around being fussy as if he could sense the tension his parents held.

"Y/N, before we enter,look at me." Harwin said, pulling you to a stop. His free hand that wasn't supporting your body went under you chin, making you look at him.

Before you could say anything his lips on your interrupted you.

"Whatever is about to be said inside,know, that I love you and our children endlessly. They are mine,I am their father, no one could challenge that. The Queen's words are the results of her fear for her own children and hatred towards ours, the ones who also have a claim. Do not let her get to you, you're a dragoness,my dragoness, our son claimed a dragon,hers couldn't." Your husband's words filled your body with fresh confidence.

"I love you so much, thank you for this,for all this." You said, pecking his cheek softly.

The big wooden doors opened, reveling your father who sat on a chair in front of his granite figurines and his wife who was pacing around the room. It seemed Alicent was awaiting you impatiently.

"Ah, my daughter, Ser Harwin!" Your father exclaimed as he saw you, standing up from his seat.

Viserys stoos in front of you, kissing your cheeks before hugging your husband. Your father's eyes then fell on his now fifth grandchild that cooed in his mother's arms.

"A son or a daughter?" He asked, looking at your husband,pulling down the blanket that covered the babe's small head.

"A son, Your Grace, another strong boy in the family." Harwin said with a proud smile,one of his hands circling your waist, pulling your softly to his body, pressing another loving kiss to your hair.

The King let out a happy laugh as he leaned he had another healthy grandson to celebrate, the view of his daughter and her husband making him even happier.

"How delightful! A feast shall be thrown in the little one's honor as soon as my daughter is well enough to attend alongside her husband and my two grandsons!" Your father exclaimed. His excitement didn't please his wife very much,as he was next to speak as soon as he was finished.

"And may I asked, Princess, what is the babe's hair? A Targaryen silver, may I presume?" Alicent asked, her voice laced with venom as her eyes lingered over the blanked that hid your son away from her sight.

" A Strong's raven, my queen. It runs in my side of the family." You husband was quick to deliver an answer, making a small smirk to appear on your face as you started at your son, your head lowered.

"Ah, of course." Your father said, earning all the attention in the room." The infamous question. I know of my wife's prejudice regarding my grandson's appearance, that is why I called the Grand Maester on my own record, asking for him to bring along the book of all the great houses and their heritage." Viserys said.

His words were followed by another presence in the room. Maester Mellos held the book in question in his hand, standing by the door waiting for permission to enter.

"What can you tell us of the current situation, Grand Maester? Please come in." Your father invited the old man inside.

Maester Mellos headed for the table in the middle of the room. Placing the ancient book over it, he opened it, turning its pages looking for the answer.

"The Targaryen blood does run think,Your Grace." The old man started,now looking over your family tree and all it's descendants. Every person bkrn in House Targaryen carried the signature silver hair, without any exception. "But the seed does run strong, my King." He added.

You never imagined to feel more relieved and confident than you felt after hearing this.

"The father is the one responsible for the gender of the child, the mother is the one who carries it for nine moons and has the task to bring it to the world safe."

The words made the tension disappear from your body,replaced by pure happiness.

" I, myself, never questioned that, Grand Maester. Thank you for your time and knowledge,you may go now." Your father said, dismissing the older man.

All that had happened, however, wasn't very pleasant for your body. Just as your father was about to speak to his wife, angered with her words and suspicions towards his daughter your voice echoed around the room,one of pain and discomfort. Thankfully,your husband was by your side, keeping you standing and your son safe in your arms as you panted.

"Let her lay down! Send once again for the Maester!" Your father said. "Look at what you have done with all the filth your spilled!" He shouted at his wife.

"It hurts, Harwin, it hurts badly." You sobbed,now laying on the bed in the King's chambers. Your newborn's son's wails could be heard in the distance as a wet nurse carried him away to be fed and put to sleep.

"I know,my love, I myself took a lance through the shoulder once." Harwin said, trying to ease the tension.

"It is not time to be sarcastic, husband!" You yelled, punching his shoulder. However,his remark did make you laugh before pain hit you once again.

"You'll be fine, we'll be fine, know this." He said as he held you in his arms.

The Maester arrived not long after. Apparently all the physical activity that occured after the birth had caused bleeding inside you that now needs lots of rest to properly heal. Your father's wrath went around the entire castle, falling on the Queen herself for being the one responsible for this.

With years passing your sons grew up to be just like their father. There wasn't a trace of his that Harwin Strong had not passed down to his children. He taught them how to fight,how to be an honorable man,while you, their mother, made them dragonriders. The Strong boys may carry their father's traces and minds, but they also carried the Targaryen blood and nobody could ever challenge that.

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Okay so,if you are comfortable with this,can you write a smut and also a little bit of fluff for Daemon Targaryen and reader (who is Viserys and Aemma youngest daughter) during their wedding day/cerimony?Thx🫶🏻💕

Moon Of My Life - Daemon Targaryen x F!Reader

Word: 950

Requested: Yes

Warning: Incest, SMUT, PiV (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (F receiving), fingering, tiddie play, but also fluffy, use of female-gendered terms talks of the dead mother, the reader is King Viserys and Queen Aemma's youngest daughter after Rhaenyra, the reader is of age and is a year younger than her. if I should add anything let me know

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“Sister! Congratulation on your blessings today” Rhaenyra says as she grabs your hand in delight, your wedding feast coming to an end, “Uncle” 

Daemon came up from behind you wrapping his right hand around your waist. 

“Princess,” he said while looking down at his niece, now sister in law. 

Yes you had married your dear uncle Daemon, whom you had been in love with since he made his grand entry after he won the war against the crabfeeder. You wed in the traditions of old Valeryia. You were King Viserys and Aemmas youngest child and when your mother died you felt lost, that was until Daemon. 

He showed you how to live again, and you taught him love was not just a just a feeling to run from, he was the rouge prince no more. So when his lady wife ‘tragically’ died, he went to your father and asked for your hand, your father had said yes as he could see how happy you both made each other.  

You are pulled out of your memories when Daemon runs his hand down your side, realizing Rhaenyra has now walked away, looking up at him you smile. Tonight was a feast to remember, now to consummate your wedding night.

“Shall we head to our chambers, my beautiful wife” he whispers in your ear.

“Why yes dear husband i do believe the party can continue in our absence,” you say grabbing his hand and leading him slowly out of the grand hall. 

The moment you walk through the door of your bed chambers Daemon is on you, lips on yours hungrily. Your hands find their way into his hair, gripping it tightly earning a groan from him. 

“I want to ravish you wife” he says as he pulls away from you and rips open the front of your dress exposing your breasts to him for the first time, “you are so beautiful” 

“And you my love are ever the more handsome every day that passes” you say smiling up at him as he runs a finger across your lips, one that you take in your mouth and gently suck. 

He groans at the senstation, pulling his digit from your mouth and running it across your already harden ed nipples. He guides you to the bed feeling slightly more self aware that you are the only one bare as he is still clothed, he gently places you on your back as he begins to strip bare for you. 

He then begins to kiss your throat, laying kisses down your body. Feeling a warmth spread to your core. You moan as his hands find a place on your breasts teasing your nipples between his fingers. 

“Tonight dear wife, will be focusing on your pleasure for you go from becoming a maiden to a woman,” he says as he kisses your your thighs, pulling a hand from your breast as he moves it inbetween your folds, collecting your slick to swipe at the small bundle of nerves. This causes a pleasure to erupt in your belly and a moan to escape your lips. 

“I am going to kiss you here” he places a kiss on your clit, running his tongue over it, “and here” placing another kiss at your entrance.” Your hands find his hair once again racking your fingers through, scratching at his scalp.

He begins to pleasure you, gliding a finger into your wet cunt while swiping his tongue over your clit. 

“Da-Daemon, yes” you moan as your back arches and you begin to chase his fingers inside you as they curl and hit just the right spot. You bite your lip to keep in the moan, causing him to stop and look at you with his darkened violet eyes. 

“Let me hear you my dear, let me hear the pretty noises fall from your lips” he says as he dives back in, guiding you to the first orgasim of the night. The sweet moans escape your lips as you come against his face, “Sweet like honey” he licks his lips clean of your essence. He kisses his way back up your lips and you can still taste yourself on him. 

“Now you are ready for my cock" he says smirking while rubbing himself a few times, "now my beloved this may hurt for just a bit then their will be pure bliss" 

He gently slides into your moist and awaiting pussy, the stretch hurt as he said but soon after the pain went away and was replaced with pleasure and it sure felt good. Daemon's mouth and yours connected like puzzle pieces as he thrusted into you. Your fingers raked down his back as your rhythmic thrust had you both moaning. You're pelvis hitting his, his balls slapping against your taint as he thrusts in harder and faster.

You are both soon reaching your releases, moaning each other's names. 

"I love you" dameon whispers in your hair as he pulls out his now softened cock, you both hiss at the loss of friction. 

"And I love you as well my dear husband, soon I shall be with child," you smile as you pull the covers of the bed over the both of you. You lay your head on his chest as you listen to the rhythm of his heart beat. 

"And pray tell wife whose dragon egg shall we put into the cradle with the babe?" 

"Hmm too soon to tell dear husband, but for now we must sleep, for tomorrow is our journey to dragon stone" you yawn tiredly snuggling closer to your husband.

"Sleep well my queen," he says as he places one final kiss on your head.