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TBOB PART 2: OF FLATLAND, EXWHYLIA AND EUCLYDIA (3/4)

Hello, everyone, welcome once again to another post about Bill’s dimension. One day this analysis will end, I promise. But today is not that day: today is the day we will talk about Bill’s family.

And oh boy if there’s a lot to talk about.

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PART 4: OF BILL’S FAMILY

“If you think Stan’s relationship with his family is bad, Bill’s is worse” - Alex Hirsch, NYCC 2015

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Loved and ostracized

Everyone loved me immediately and the mayor dubbed me the “best baby of all time”, made my birthday a holiday and gave out free knives. (...) Truth is I’ve always been loved and admired by all!

Of course Bill starts telling his story with a huge. Fucking. Lie.

How can I be so sure? First of all, the hyperbolic way in which he talks about his birth as if it’s the second coming of Christ. Then, all the previous points of this endless analysis.

Considering everything we have until now, I find it very difficult that Bill’s birth was celebrated by everyone. Surely his family celebrated it - if his society is similar to Flatland’s, having a regular son would’ve been enough to make them very happy.

But also… he’s just an Equilateral. And if his world has social classes based on the number of sides, then he’s from a middle class. I doubt the birth of another Equilateral was a reason big enough for huge celebrations.

Also, let’s not forget what Bill himself said in the TBOB: you should make a new reality and a meaning for yourself. Well, what if this is the reality he made? A place where he was immediately loved and admired by everyone?

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Scalene and Euclid

Sooo… those are the names of Bill’s parents.

Honestly? They’re interesting. Even if I’m a bit weirded out by Scalene: in the only image we have of Bill’s parents (the grayed-out triangles on thisisnotawebsitedotcom) neither of them looks like a scalene triangle. On the contrary, they both look equilateral.

It’s a bit strange, you know? As if a person has “Neanderthal” as their first name. “Neanderthal Smith” or similar. Sounds strange, doesn’t it?

While speaking of Euclid, I think it’s a nice name. It’s the same name as the dimension they lived in and no, it’s not as weird as it seems: in our world, some people have the same name as the country they’re from, so it’s not so weird.

But hey, the most important thing is that we canonically have the names of Bill’s parents! We know he had parents and we know details of his relationship with them!

And this raises A LOT of questions.

Let’s start with his mother: we know she loved him, at least a little bit. She sang him lullabies and told him she loved him, despite his strange eye. So we can be sure at least one of his parents didn’t mind his deformity so much.

Also, this part in TBOB after Bill and Ford's breakdown, in which a very, very drunk Bill talks to his mom:

“I’m gonna be back from school soon, don’t forget to cut out the crust off my sandwiches or I’ll —”

I don’t know you, but to me, this sounds like the threat of a spoiled child. Something like “cut the crust off or I’ll throw a tantrum”. And yes, this implies Bill was a spoiled child - or at least, a child who considered himself above others, mother included. So yes, I can imagine him throwing a tantrum at his mother for something stupid like some crust on his sandwiches.

But again, even more questions! How was his mother towards him? Was she submissive? Was she combative? Was she ready to answer to every little whim of her son like a Flatlander Woman or did she ask for some respect? Considering how bratty Bill is, I'm more prone to believe she was very lenient towards him.

While speaking of his father, I find it very fascinating that we know absolutely nothing about Bill’s relationship with his father. We know his mother loved him (maybe to the point of spoiling him too much)… but his father? Did he care about Bill? I suppose so, considering Bill visited a doctor (unless it was his mother’s decision only, but I doubt it).

And about his job: was he a Tradesman? Bill attended school, but was school supposed to teach him about his future job too? If not, then this was up to his parents, right? Presumably, it was his father’s job to teach Bill how to be a Tradesman, a bit like in the Flatland society. If that’s the case, then why we don’t have any information about this? Why no memory at all? Bill seems to care about his father too - if we assume that the top hat he has was his father’s. So at least he cared enough to keep something of him.

Was his father a bad guy? Was he cruel? Or was he so blinded by society’s rules to torture his son and think he was doing it for his good? In that case, I would understand why he did everything he did - but beware: understanding doesn’t mean accepting. It would be a bit like Filbrick Pines’ situation: I can get the reasoning behind his actions, but that doesn’t make him Father of the Year. Maybe it’s the same for Bill’s father. This wouldn’t be the first parallel between Stanley and Bill, after all.

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An Irregular masquerading as Regular

Time to talk about Bill’s eye.

We can safely assume Bill’s rare mutation was having his eye on the face and not on the side - which, from the Euclideans’ perspective, meant having an eye on his insides.

Now, imagine with me: you have a child and you see that your baby has no eyes. No eyes at all, not even an eye socket. I bet you would freak out, at least a little bit. You would probably send your baby to a doctor and ask if there is something they can do.

The doctor checks the baby and gives you both good and bad news: your child has eyes and they work. But they are inside his body. In his goddamn stomach.

And if all of this isn’t enough, your child starts telling you that sure, he can see a lot of things! He sees things you cannot see - no one else can see.

Now, would you say: “Oh, no problem. He can see things no one can, so he’s fine and his eyes work well”? Or would you probably freak out even more and fear your son is having goddamn visions because he’s probably dying or has a tumor or who knows what?

I can understand why Bill’s parents brought him to a doctor. And I can understand why the doctor thought the best solution was to “blind” that eye. As far as Euclideans know, there are no “stars” and there is no “above”. It’s as if someone in our world says they can see rotating hypercubes in real life. Would you think they’re perfectly fine or question if they’re insane/growing mad/getting very sick?

So yes, even if it's insane for us, from Bill’s parents' POV, giving him medicine to make him blind was for his own good. Does that make them Parents of the Year? Hell no, they were literally blinding their own son, of course it’s terrible and insane and if someone tries to do the same they should be immediately thrown in jail. But for the rules of Euclydia’s world, this was probably the best thing to do.

And personally, I ADORE the tragedy of this. The tragedy of giving something to your son that will permanently blind him, but trying to make it at least bearable - he’s still a child, he doesn’t really understand what he’s drinking, but you think it’s for his own good, your whole world think it's for his own good, so you use something silly that he likes, like straws, because this will make the medicine - the impairment - more tolerable. Uuurgh, it’s so tragic I love it.

And it’s even more tragic, if we consider that even after billions of years, even if he talks about his doctor and the medicine as something bad that wanted to “blind” him, Bill never forgot the straws. He still loves the straws he was using so much, to the point he still gave them a place in his book.

But since there’s always room on the angst train, also think that by making him blind, Billy would’ve probably stopped talking about these visions (at least, according to his parents). And if he stopped, it would’ve been easier for him to fit into society. He would’ve followed the rules and standards. He was a Regular shape after all, so if they took away that hidden-and-yet-so-present pieces of Irregularity he had, he could’ve become a respectable member of their society. One who didn’t go around, talking about weird things no one could see. Things that were against the law.

Again, it’s not me saying this, it’s Bill:

“Technically, talking about a “third” dimension was illegal in my world.”

This makes Bill’s character EVEN MORE fascinating. He could’ve been the Apostle of the Third Dimension. He could’ve spoken to everyone, because he had something of everyone - he could’ve been a bridge between Regulars and Irregulars, because he was both. He could’ve changed his world or died as a martyr.

But in the end, he chose the third option.

And we will talk about it in the next post.

See you soon with the fourth and final post on this part.

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I Burn : Part Seven

A Rafe Cameron Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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Today was a day of celebration. Siena had completed her 12 week program & she would be leaving tomorrow. As always is the case when a patient successfully completes their program, there is a going away party. You were mildly looking forward to it, an excuse to not think about all the shit going wrong in your life, but you weren’t looking forward to having to socialize amongst those who were not happy with you. Albert, namely.

You got dressed a couple hours before the party. It had been a couple days since you practically busted his door down in search of comfort. And comfort he did give.

He consoled you, talked with you through your fears & guilt, reassured you that the lawsuit was nothing you could have predicted therefore out of your control. It was not your fault John was choosing to sue your father. Dr. Mooney, like your mother, agreed that the likelihood of John winning was slim. He had eased your consciousness.

After you went to bed that night, you realized that what Rafe had told you at the beach was bullshit. Of course, your mind was preoccupied with the news your mother brought you, but at some point in the midst of your talk with Dr. Mooney, you began to pay attention to him closer. There was no indication that he was attracted to you, nor possessive of you like Rafe suggested. There was genuine care behind his eyes, he kept an appropriate distance from you, & his words never lingered to anything that would clue you in to any sort of desire. Dr. Mooney was there to help you. Whatever Rafe interpreted that as was just that, an interpretation.

And now, more than ever, Dr. Mooney was your only friend in the facility. After your blow up in group, there was no one other than him who smiled when you appeared or entertained small talk with you. Part of you still felt like shit about what you had said to Albert, but you couldn’t sit on it forever. You said what you said. There was nothing to do about it except apologize & hope for the best.

It’s why you went to the party early. The lawn behind the building had been turned into a festivity. There were few tables with tablecloths, tables along the windows that peered into the group session room that held the food & drinks, none of which were alcoholic of course. And there were congratulation balloons billowing in the light breeze. You hoped to get to the party earlier in the hopes of talking to Albert. But after twenty minutes, you were still the only one there.

Heading back inside, you intended to go looking for him, but as you were about to round a corner to head back to the youth wing, you walked abruptly into another.

There was no hiding the sound of annoyance you made when your eyes met Rafe’s.

“What’s your problem?” He questioned, matching your hostile energy.

“Looking at it.” You glowered, attempting to bypass him, but Rafe was quick to snatch your elbow in his hand. You ripped your arm from his grip, rounding on him quickly, “Stay the fuck away from me.”

Rafe’s eyes darkened at that. Before you could resist further, Rafe suddenly dragged you into the closest room, which also happened to be the group session room. You weren’t too worried about being trapped with him. After all, it was the middle of the day & everyone would be walking by the door any moment. You’d make this quick.

“What the fuck.” You groaned, glaring at him as he tried to shut the door behind the both of you. But you threw your hand out to stop him, keeping the door open for anyone walking by to see in.

“You’re avoiding me.” He stated.

You blinked, cocking your head sassily, “Great observation. Now leave me alone.”

“What’s your problem?”

“You.” You seethed, stepping forward. “I’m done letting you fuck with my head.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You poked his chest, “I may be fucked up in my own ways, but at least I don’t play with people’s heads & emotions, making them feel confused & scared.”

Rafe rolled his eyes at that, unimpressed with your stance, “Scared? Don’t be such a little bitch.”

Hot rage coursed your veins. You wasted no time in shoving him, “That’s what I mean!”

A look of surprise flashed across his face at your gentle assault, & you wished you could revel in it, but you had other priorities that needed your attention. “You claim you’re looking out for me by telling me some bullshit about Dr. Mooney wanting me & now you’re calling me a bitch because I’m calling you out. You’re fucking twisted, dude.”

A displeased smirk appeared on his face then, “Takes one to know one, right?”

“Oh, fuck off.” You spit, “From now on, don’t talk to me, don’t look at me. I don’t even want to fucking hear your voice.”

“Or what?” Rafe stood with his feet shoulder’s width apart, crossing his arms over his chest & tucking his hands under his armpits, “What are you gonna do, _____?”

You didn’t crack in your facial expression, but you did stumble internally. What could you do? Nothing, really. But you needed Rafe to know that he wouldn’t get his sick amusement out of you anymore.

Shaking your head, you made to leave, but Rafe slapped his hand on the door, slamming it shut, before shoving you against it & tightening his hold on one of your wrists to keep you from moving.

“Not a damn thing.” He stared down at you, his voice low. “You’re helpless. Weak.”

His words penetrated your skin, but you wouldn’t let them sink further.

“No.” You shook your head, “You are. And you don’t like that I see you for the monster you are.”

Rafe’s eyes flashed darkly then. It was your turn to smirk, “See? There you are.”

Before you could react, Rafe harshly gripped your chin, shoving your head against the wood of the door, right before he claimed your mouth with his.

You gasped into the aggressive kiss, your body regretfully lighting up at the action. You instinctively threw your hands up, placing them on his solid chest in an attempt to push him off, but Rafe wrapped his other arm around your waist, crushing his body against yours.

The burning between your thighs returned with a vengeance. As much as you hated this guy, couldn’t trust him as far as you could threw him, & knew that he only viewed you as a toy to pass the time, you couldn’t deny how well your bodies meshed together. Like they were each other’s missing puzzle piece.

Rafe growled into the kiss, the hand that was holding your chin, now kneading itself into the tresses of your hair at the nape of your neck. You sighed into his mouth, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Fuck this man. You battled with yourself. You knew how you felt about him, there was no more confusion about that. But fuck if your body didn’t still want his.

He pulled away then, his eyes peering darkly into yours, “Your monster wants mine just as bad.”

Your chest heaved as you bit your lip, torn between glaring at him angrily or jumping his bones. Never in your life have you hated your body more than now. You knew well-enough & understood the urge & desperate desire to fuck someone, but wanting to rip them to shreds at the same time was a new mixture that had your head dizzy.

“When you’re done being scared, you know where to find me.” Rafe told you. Then he swiftly nicked his knuckle against your chin before exiting the room.

Finally alone, you let out a heavy breath. You stayed there a moment longer to shake away the lingering sensation of his hands on your body. You needed a clear head. Regardless if what he said had some minor truth to it, you were determined to avoid him until it was your going away party. Double checking your hair & clothes were in place, you finally left the room, dreading how the rest of the day may go.

Albert was inaccessible. About an hour into Siena’s party, & he had yet to stray away anywhere by himself. It was like he knew what you were wanting to do & was making it, so you’d have to apologize in front of everyone. But you had too much pride for that.

Rafe left you alone, too. Much to your surprise, he was sitting with Renee. You wondered what a conversation between the two of them would be like, but you wouldn’t be going over to find out. You kept to yourself the whole time, constantly watching & waiting for an opportunity to get Albert alone. You were sitting by yourself at a table in the shade when the sound of glass clinking drew everyone’s attention.

It was Dr. Mooney who stood near the tables of food & drinks.

“As everyone knows, today is a pretty special day.” He began as he found Siena amongst the people with his eyes. There was a good mix of patients & faculty, about 30 people or so.

“When Siena came to our facility, she had little hope about succeeding in her recovery. But all of us together with her have gotten her to a place where she feels confident & secure moving forward. And now, today, we celebrate her program coming to a close & going out into the world a new & healthier Siena Cortez.”

People clapped & smiled, a few cheers here & there. You watched as Siena looked uncomfortable with the attention, but Albert was there next to her to shake her, helping her not feel awkward.

“Siena,” Dr. Mooney smiled in her direction, “you have made myself, your family, your friends, & everyone here present very proud. You dedicated your time here to recovering &, dare I say, showed no struggle in the effort. You are a true example that one can get better as long as they believe in it.”

She pursed her lips to hide her smile, but Albert knocked his hip into hers, forcing her smile to crack open. You found yourself smiling along with her. More so, you couldn’t wait for the day when it would be you standing in her shoes.

“So, enjoy this party we put together for you. Say your goodbye’s, but know that when you leave here tomorrow, you have made a new family that believes in you every step of the way.”

“Thank you, guys.” Siena mumbled, but everyone clapped.

Dr. Mooney raised his glass of non-alcoholic champagne, “To Siena & her future.”

You morosely raised your glass alongside everyone else before emptying the contents into your mouth.

The music got turned up then & patients & faculty began to form a dance floor between the tables. Albert was in the midst of it all, dancing with Siena as she giggled happily to herself. You picked at your nails under the table, watching longingly as nearly everyone around you was enjoying themselves. If you hadn’t burned the bridges that others built to reach you, you’d be there in the middle with them.

Growing upset with yourself, you were about to stand up & excuse yourself to the closest bathroom, but before you could, Dr. Mooney appeared across the table from you. He placed his empty glass on the table, before leaning forward, “Don’t you want to dance? It’s not often you guys get to have fun like this.”

You shrugged, but tried to hide your discomfort with a smile, “I’m okay with just watching.”

Dr. Mooney’s smile saddened at that. You inhaled sharply as you watched him sit down across from you. You really didn’t want one of his positive lectures right now, not in front of everyone. Not like anyone would really be paying attention, but still.

“What’s going on, _____?”

“Nothing!” You cringed at how forced you sounded. You cleared your voice, trying again, “Really, nothing. I’m okay.”

He peered at you for a moment longer before glancing over his shoulder at the handful of people who were dancing. You followed his line of sight, your eyes falling onto Albert. As if he felt eyes watching him, Albert glancing your way as Siena spun him around. There was no hiding the hurtful look in his eyes before he focused his attention back to dancing with Siena.

“You two haven’t spoken yet, I gather?”

You sighed. There was no point in answering Dr. Mooney’s question. It was quite obvious.

“Would you like me to get him for you?”

Mortified at his suggestion, like he was a father trying to solve an issue between his kids, you jumped forward, “No, Dr. Mooney, please. It’s fine.”

He nodded, “You’re adults. You’ll find it in yourselves to figure it out, I trust.”

You certainly hoped so but knew you wouldn’t try very hard for very long.

“Dr. Mooney.” Nurse Carney appeared, “Your wife is on the phone. She said she’s been trying to ring you.”

“Oh.” Dr. Mooney patted himself down, frowning, “Must have left my phone in the office.”

Nurse Carney smiled kindly, “She’s on hold at the front desk.”

“Thank you, Kiera.” Dr. Mooney stood then, his eyes falling to you, “Try to have fun, okay?”

You nodded. Nurse Carney followed behind him as they disappeared inside. Relieved at being alone yet again, you watched for only a moment as people around you mingled about & enjoyed the beautiful day. After a couple minutes of aimless staring, you remembered you were going to go to the bathroom for a short while. Just to get away.

Throwing your paper plate of mostly untouched food into a nearby trash, you headed inside. The nearest bathroom would be on the other side of the main office. As you passed by the front desk, you noted that Dr. Mooney wasn’t there. Down the hallway behind the front desk, you noticed the door to his office was closed. You guessed he was taking the call from his wife there.

Inside the bathroom, you splashed your face with water & put your hair up. You stared at yourself for some time. Looking yourself up & down, but not in appraisal. You imagined your near future. Maybe you’d go to college, make something of yourself. You pictured meeting someone handsome & kind. Someone who wouldn’t judge your past. Most of all, you hoped that your dad would look at you with love again, or at least something close to it. Attending Siena’s going away party had forced you to think & feel about the future. Your future. How you truly wanted to be better. For everyone & yourself.

A knock on the door tore you away from your reverie. You sighed heavily before rolling your eyes. You also couldn’t wait to not live under the same roof as 20 other people.

Swinging open the door, you were about to step out to let whoever was waiting in when you paused. Renee leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed with a knowing expression on her face.

“Hey, Nympho.”

You groaned, “What do you want?”

She smiled coyly, responding to you in a sing-song tone, “I know something you don’t know.”

You hardly interacted with Renee, but whenever you did, it was always filled with rigid tension.

“I don’t care.” You replied in a sarcastic sing-song tone of your own.

You passed by her, but she spoke up behind you, “I doubt that. But whatever. Your problem, not mine.”

You stopped in your walk, rolling your eyes. You knew she was likely baiting you, but her quick dismissal of it did peak your curiosity.

Turning around, you raised your eyebrows, “What? What is it?”

Renee sighed dreamily, “Well, what with all the excitement & soaring feelings of hope flying around because of Siena’s party & watching you daydream out there, I just thought you should know yours won’t be for a long while.”

Oh, so she was just being bitchy. You should’ve known. You were about to turn & walk away for a second time when Renne hollered out, “I can prove it to you.”

“I’m not falling for it.” You tossed over your shoulder.

“But Dr. Mooney is.”

What? Halting, you glared at the ground. You heard as her footfalls grew closer until she was standing right in front of you.

“What are you talking about?” You seethed.

Renee grinned, “I’m talking about how I overheard your favorite doctor on the phone with your daddy. I only got one end of it, but it sounds like your dad is willing to pay Dr. Mooney more money under the table to keep you here, at least until he wins the lawsuit.”

You wanted to call bullshit, & to claw her eyes out. But Renee was talking about things she would have no clue of. Grabbing her shoulders fiercely, you backed her into the nearest wall. You took brief pleasure in the shocked gasp that escaped her as her shoulders met the wall.

“Jesus, calm down.” She shoved your arms off, “I thought it’d be a dream come true for you to stay here with your doctor.”

“Shut up. Just tell me everything you know.”

She glared at you but continued nonetheless, “Just look at his notes, everything you’ll need to know will be there.”

His notes? “His notepad?”

“Uh, doy.” Renee rolled her eyes, “The one he carries everywhere for group session & one-on-one.”

“How do you fucking know that it’d be on there?” You were growing angrier. Though you couldn’t deny there was some merit to what she was saying, why the hell would Dr. Mooney keep any kind of info like that on his notepad?

“Dr. Mooney isn’t as smart as he thinks he is.” Renee claimed, “I read it every now & then. It’s how I know more about your issues than I should. About everyone’s.”

“You’re lying.” You pushed her again & her eyes widened in fury.

“Why would I fucking lie?” She argued.

Why would she really, you reasoned with yourself. You & Renee didn’t get along, but even this would be a new low for her. Besides, what would be in it for her anyways?

“Show me.” You gestured your head towards the back hallway. “Now, Renee.”

“Ugh, god, whatever.” With that, Renee pushed off from the wall & rounded the front desk, heading down the center hallway of the building where Dr Mooney’s office was. Following closely behind Renee, you could faintly make out the sounds of the party outside. Everyone would be distracted. You & Renee would have time to get in, see for yourself what she was claiming, & then get out. But part of you hoped she was wrong. She had to be.

Just a few feet away from Dr. Mooney’s office, Renee stopped in her track. She had her arms crossed over her chest, “Go ahead. I’ll be look out.”

You wanted to argue with her, but knew that you wouldn’t have the time do get in & out like you wanted. So, you bypassed her & went straight for the door.

Had you really taken a moment to think clearly about everything, you wouldn’t have found yourself turning the knob. If you had stopped to really question Renee & get details, you wouldn’t have opened the door. And if only you had just taken a moment to yourself before entering, really asking yourself if you needed answers in that exact second, you probably would have heard the commotion going on inside before you entered. But you weren’t the slow & patient kind of girl.

“Oh, my god…” You couldn’t hide the gasp that came out of your mouth when you barely took an inch into the room.

The two people before you yelped & scrambled to get dressed but it didn’t matter. You had seen everything you needed to see.

“_____, what the hell are you doing?” Dr. Mooney demanded, but the authority in his voice was nothing compared to that of him struggling to get his pants back over his legs. All the while Nurse Carney pulled a dress on over her head & raked her fingers through her hair.

You felt betrayed, violated. Not because you just walked in on Dr. Mooney fucking someone, but because you walked in on someone whom you trusted to be honest, good, & genuine. Yet there he was, fucking a woman who was not his wife. Fucking a woman who worked under him. Fucking in his office during a going away party for a patient of his.

A new burning sensation fulfilled you then. Not the kind you were used to. You didn’t feel like tearing your clothes off & slipping your fingers into yourself. You felt absolute & unbridled fury. This man—this pathetic liar of a man—was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. And he had fooled you most of all.

You registered the look of guilt on both their faces. Nurse Carney as she tried to hide behind her hair, & Dr. Mooney, who tried to hide behind his status. But you saw him for what he was. A false mentor.

Giving them both what you knew to be one of the gnarliest glares of judgement, you spun on your heel & stormed down the hallway. You didn’t miss the gleeful expression on Renee’s face as you bypassed her, & you couldn’t bother with it.

You had little hope coming to this facility, especially because you truly didn’t think you had a problem to begin with. But Dr. Mooney opened your eyes. He listened to you, he didn’t judge you, he swore he cared about you. He gave you the hope you didn’t know you needed. You wanted to make him proud, prove to him that you were worth the time & effort. That you were someone worth believing in. You wanted to be just like him. But he was the one who let you down. He failed you, not the other way around.

And he would regret it. That, you promised.

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simstationdance · 13 days

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HAPPY BIRTHIVERSARY part 1 - THE SIMS 2 IS 20???

FUN FACT: The Sims 2 (2004) was released 3 days before the date upon which I was released from my mother's womb, therefore making me younger than The Sims 2 by 3 days as of September 14th 2024, but objectively older by 6 years as of September 17th 2024. The march of time is inevitable and frightening! Let's celebrate!

Admittedly I didn't have very much to give when it came to sharing content for the Sims 2's anniversary because I've been battling the Chronic Exhaustion Demon, but then I realized I still haven't released those hair colors I showed a while back. And then I realized I could share EVEN MORE content by spreading it out across a few days instead of condensing it into one day. And it just so happens that, as stated above, there are two special occasions (for me at least... lol) close together on the calendar. SO. HERE'S SOME COOOONTEEEENT.

Today's bundle is mainly a resource for creators who use GIMP 2.x, and includes 11 UNNATURAL HAIR COLORS in the form of Curves that can be used on just about any texture you want, as long as you use it on a Volatile base These only come in Curve form, but if anyone would like to convert them into Photoshop actions, you're more than welcome to.

The colors are named, in order of appearance above: Sapphire, Tanzanite, Azurite, Alexandrite, Moonstone, Aquamarine, Bloodstone, Ruby, Entropy, Blue Moon, and Lily. You can read more about them under the cut.

DOWNLOAD (sfs)

(btw I made the Gemstone colors and the Alien black and brown a year ago, and I made Ruby and Lily this year, which is why they're in separate folders in the .zip)

The Gemstone colors were inspired by, of course, gemstones. They were my first attempt at making a hair color palette of my own. Out of them all, Moonstone, Bloodstone, and Alexandrite are my favorites.

I wanted to go for something fantastical. I also wanted to push GIMP's Curve function to the limit and see how many shades I could put into one color without it looking like garbage.

I use Bloodstone, Moonstone, and Aquamarine as Red, Blond, and Grey respectively in my (still hypothetical) Alien hair color family.

Entropy - intended to be alien "black", a very desaturated indigo color. since Alien sims born in game typically have black hair genetics (unless using a pt mod that changes this), I wanted it to really stand out against both the Maxis mint green and any alternative Alien themed skin tones despite its overall 'plainness'.

Blue Moon - intended to be alien "brown", I wanted to go for a color that was strange and unsettling in comparison to human brown hair. I think I originally intended it to be more blue but it came out more desaturated teal instead. Attempts to change this made it too similar to Entropy for my liking, so I left it as it is.

These colors were originally created and named after the sims I specifically made them for, and I was going to use them only on a small handful of hairs. But I liked the shades so much that I decided to incorporate them into my personal palette. And so, with that in mind, it didn't feel right to keep them to myself.

'Lily' maintained its name as a color, but 'Ruby' was renamed to what it is now. In my game I bin them as Brown and Black respectively because they're meant to be considered 'dyes' in-universe and I wanted to be able to make their associated sims in CAS without having to make them go to the mirror in-game every time I put them in a new hood, but you can do whatever you want with them lol.

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Starting back with making birthday cards we have Terrence ::3 (His broomquet flowers are, cherry blossoms, daisies and morning glorys)

Although I did not have time to really think about what lines he would have I and @twstinginthewind came up with an interview between him and her oc Hiro. Interview is under the post

It was a bright afternoon on the NRC campus as the golden hour was swiftly approaching. Classes had been over for quite a while and while on any day qualifying races would have been taking place for the first years, today would not be the case as it was Terrence’s birthday.

After the initial celebration began for him at the stroke of midnight with him being awoken roughly by his siblings he was in a calm state for the rest of the day. Unlike other students of the dorm that would use their birthday as the perfect opportunity to get whatever they wanted from the housewarden and the dorm, Terrence was not so keen in partaking in the tradition.

For him, Terrence’s birthday was always a day where he’d keep to himself and become lost in thought of the events that have occurred in his life. As for now however he was waiting near the statues of the seven for his interview lost in thought again.

Terrence: It seems you are my interviewer, Hiro is your name yes?

Hiro: Sure is, and a real pleasure to meet ya, Mister Von Schweetz! Wow, that sure is a flashy get-up that you’re wearing; those robes look really cool on ya!

Terrence: *Smiling a bit* Thank you, I think the get up for this year is alright, I’m just content it doesn’t clash too much with my palette. What are the questions you have for me? You can ask them at any time

Hiro: Oh! Right, right, I keep forgetting that this isn’t exactly a social call, haha! But before anything else, I do wanna make sure that I remember to wish you a very happy birthday! It isn’t often that I get to say that in an official capacity, and I know that sometimes you’re not always easy to get to, so I’m real glad I can tell ya this in person instead of just on Magicam….

Terrence: Thank you, out of all the people who have wished me that today, you sound like one of the few that has been sincere, hopefully it's not all an act.

Hiro: *eyes wide* Gosh, Mister Von Schweetz! I wouldn’t wanna be insincere on your birthday. It needs to be a good day for you, after all, right? But let’s have a little fun, and get to your questions!

Terrence: I only joke (mostly) but yes, let's move on.

Hiro: Allllll righty! Okay, for our first question… assuming unlimited magic and supplies, what’s the one place in the world that you’d fly to, and what do you want to do there?

Terrence: It would have to be the Scalding Sands, despite the weather conditions I would like to go there and maybe spend a few weeks there taking in the culture.

Hiro: Ooh! I haven’t been there myself, but living in Scarabia this year has definitely given me an appreciation for the culture. The music is top-notch!

Terrence: Yes, when I was younger my mother used to take me to visit her side of the family, if I ever had the chance to return for a bit I would like to get some answers and learn more about her life growing up.

Hiro: That’s a lot like me, if I could get the chance to head back to Port o’Bliss to see my family’s old stomping grounds. Do you still have family you’re close to in the Scalding Sands?

Terrence: I wish I could say yes but unfortunately no, although I was still a child at the time looking back now most of those visits my mother paid to her family were very brief. Normally we would only visit for 10 minutes before we left to see Kalim’s family and spend the rest of our visit there.

Hiro: At least Kalim and his family are fantastic hosts, so it must have been a good time. Ooh, you could use your visit to reconnect with the family, though! Maybe even spend a whole day, if you wanted.

Terrence: That is true, but the ball is mostly in my mothers side of the family’s court if I do go.

Hiro: Well, family and vacation aside, we still have some more interview to work through. So let me continue on! What is your best subject here at Night Raven College, and is it your favorite?

Terrence: It goes without saying, its history from a young age the history of the Glace Duchy captivated me however now that I am learning about other nations and even ones that fell a long time ago I have gained a new respect for archivists in Twisted wonderland.

Hiro: Oh, I agree! It feels like every time we learn about someplace new, we’re meeting all of these tremendous personalities and hearing their stories! There’s really nothing else like it.

Terrence: It’s thanks to what we have documented a long time ago that we can even have an identity and also compare when we are progressing and regressing.

Hiro: Do you like the way that our professors present the material? Or do you prefer to do your own research? Maybe go a little more in-depth?

Terrence: I cannot really say much on the seven but I personally believe that professor Trein views the acts of the candy king through caramelized rose coloured glasses.

Hiro: Caramel roses… what a sticky, sweet kind of view to take!

Terrence: I am not sure if that is also how he approaches the other members of the seven due to their descendants like Leona and Malleus attending this school but personally I rather have a teacher be honest with how they feel about the seven rather than just biting their tongue and singing their praises to high heaven in hopes that their descendants don’t tear up and throw a hissy fit.

Hiro: *snickering* I can’t speak for any Seven in my blood, but I think anyone pouting over ancient history would be pretty amusing. Maybe one day you’ll be that straight-shooting teacher! Which leads me to our last question: What do you see yourself doing in five years?

Terrence: *Terrence’s smile drops* Possibly I might take up my father’s position as Duke. It’s not what I want to do however there are no real options available and with the current state that many of the politicians have placed the Glace Duchy in, I’m unsure if I will even have the legal power to do anything about it.

Hiro: *wincing slightly, he rubs the back of his neck.* Aw gosh, I didn’t wanna hit a bad note with that. If you didn’t have to inherit a title, though, what would you most *want* to do?

Terrence: *Terrence stays silent for a minute* Out of all the things, I would become a diplomat for the Duchy. I know it sounds like I wouldn’t leave but at least in that position I could actually be in a position that did something for the country and be able to make life for the people in the Duchy better.

Hiro: It sounds an awful lot like the folks there mean a lot to you. They’re lucky to have you on their side.

Terrence: It’s more like, I don’t want the current people in power to hurt them on a global scale for the sake of greed and keeping certain secrets hidden from the public.

Hiro: ….

…..

……….

Dang. Well!! It looks like my interview time is just about coming to an end. Do you have any final thoughts before you take your triumphant flight into the sunset??

Terrence: Hmm, you plan to go into showbiz, yes?

Hiro: Huh? Oh, yes sir, that is what I’m hoping for! Even just as a character actor, or behind the scenes. I like helping big stories get told.

Terrence: Us cy-beings are fully aware of how the greater public view us, no matter what part of production you take part in, please at least attempt to have non stereotypical roles be cast for cy-being actors. I and many others are getting tired of the disgusting grotesque insectoid trope. Then again I don’t write the scripts.

Hiro: I gotta say, every cy-being I’ve met from the Duchy has been just as varied and complex as anyone else from anyplace else. I’ll do what I can to help get your stories told, too. Long as you can keep on hoping and dreaming, I’ll hope and dream along with you.

Terrence:*grabbing his broomquet* I will do my best!

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #terrence #🍧#terrence von schweetz #bloom broomquet #one day i will draw his groovy #today is not that day #but thank you so much nette!#im glad we were able to do this

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Forever

It's Mother's Day, and Aaron and Jack have a special plan for Emily.

-x-

Hi friends!

It may not be Mother's Day in the UK today, but I know it is in a bunch of other places, so I thought I'd write a fic to mark the occasion.

Happy Mother's Day to those of you have celebrated, and if it's a difficult day for you just know I am holding space for you <3

As always, please let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: none - so fluffy you should floss after xo

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

“Daddy!”

Aaron smiles as he bends down, opening his arms just in time for Jack to throw himself at him, his arms tight around Aaron’s neck as he hugs him, “Hi Jack.”

“You’re home!” Jack says enthusiastically, squeezing his father before he steps back, his eyes wide with excitement, “I thought Aunt Jess was picking me up from school.”

He ruffles Jack’s hair and stands up straight, taking his son’s hand as he starts to lead them back towards the car, “We finished the case and made it back,” he explains, smiling as Jack beams at him, “So I came to get you.”

Jack’s smile slips away slightly as he looks towards the car and sees it’s empty, “Where’s Emily?”

Aaron never felt anything less than in awe of the love his son and his girlfriend had for each other. It felt like a privilege to witness it, to see Jack receiving the maternal love that had been stolen from him at such a young age and to watch Emily be the person to give that to him. To watch her be the amazing mother he always knew she would be, one she would continue to be for Jack and any future children they would hopefully have.

“She’s gone to the store to get what we need for dinner,” he says, pulling the car door open so Jack can get in. He feels an ache in his chest as he watches him climb into the car and pull his seatbelt across himself, something that not all that long ago he needed Aaron to do for him. Aaron checks the belt is secure and gets into the driver's seat, “She said something about getting you that ice cream you love.”

He flicks his gaze to the rearview mirror and Jack smiles impossibly widely at him, “She loves it too!”

Aaron chuckles as he starts to drive, his girlfriend’s sweet tooth one of the many things that had first drawn his son towards her, “Yes, she does. How was school?”

Jack sighs and shrugs, his eyes fixed out of the window as he avoids Aaron’s eye contact through the rearview, “Okay I guess.”

He’s immediately concerned. Jack usually loved school. He was emphatic about it, always enthusiastic whenever he told him or Emily about his day, regaling them with facts his teacher had taught him. They never had to hassle him about homework, something that Aaron hoped would continue for the rest of his education, and there had been times when he’d woken them up to tell them it was time to go to school. Aaron clears his throat to push down the anxiety only Jack or Emily could cause in him.

He had a feeling he knew what the issue was, a familiar date looming in the not so distant future that always seemed to come around so fast.

“Only okay?” He asks, probing gently as he casts a quick glance back at his son.

Jack blows out a breath, a habit he’d picked up from Emily, “Miss Grisham told us we’ll make Mother’s Day cards tomorrow,” he says, looking down at his hands, “She told me before like Miss Keane did last year, and told me I can do something else,” he sighs again, “But I don’t want to be the only one who doesn’t.”

Aaron tightens his hold on the steering wheel, guilt and anger he could only ever aim at himself threatening to choke him as they climb up his throat, the taste bitter on his tongue. The school had always been excellent when it came to this kind of thing. They always spoke to Aaron first, who in turn spoke to Jack to remind him of any difficult dates coming up. Aaron and Emily had reminded him about Mother’s Day just a few days ago and he’d nodded along, his smile sad as they told him they’d visit Haley’s grave and leave her flowers like they always had.

Last Mother’s Day, he’d only been with Emily for just over 6 months. She’d taken a step back, an understanding smile on her face as she kissed his cheek and told him it was important that he and Jack did what they’d always done just the two of them. This year, as they were curled up on their new couch in their new house, Jack had asked her to come along as soon as they mentioned it and she’d agreed, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Do you think…” Jack starts before he drifts off, sounding unsure, his focus on his hands again when Aaron casts a look into the back of the car.

“Do I think what, buddy?” Aaron asks, “You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Jack nods, “Do you think Emily would mind if I made one for her?”

Aaron smiles, the love he’d felt only minutes ago swelling in his chest again, “I think she’d love that,” he says, his smile getting wider at Jack’s sigh of relief, “It’s a great idea. What made you think of doing that?”

Jack shrugs, “Miss Grisham was talking all about what a mom does. That they look after you, and make you feel better when you’re sad or sick. She said mom’s make you feel safe and Emily does all of that for me. I think she’s my mom,” he says, scrunching his nose up, “Even though Mommy also is my mom, and I think we should do something for Mother’s Day for her,” he sounds more confident than he had since they started this conversation, “Miss Grisham says Mother’s Day is to say thank you. And I should say thank you to Emily.”

He isn’t sure if he wants to laugh or cry, stuck somewhere between the love Jack has for Emily, and the simple way the 7-year-old had worked through a complicated issue, focused only on what their family looked like now - the three of them against the world. All of a sudden all he can think about is the ring he has hidden in his desk drawer at work.

“Jack,” he starts, smiling as his son nods, their eyes meeting once again in the rearview, “There’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask Emily, want to help me ask her?”

His son’s wide, enthusiastic, smile is the only answer he needs.

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Emily rolls her shoulders as she walks out of the bedroom, yawning as she comes to a stop at the top of the stairs, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly when she hears her two favourite people in the world whispering to each other, neither one of them being particularly quiet. She smiles as she walks down the stairs, ready to spend her Sunday morning with her Hotchner boys.

As soon as she’s downstairs, they are on her, both standing in front of her with matching grins, their hair and pjyamas adorably mussed by sleep as they each grab one of her hands.

“What’s going on?” She asks, smiling when Aaron leans in to kiss her, stamping his lips against hers and then her cheek.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart,” he says instead of answering, winking at her when she narrows her eyes at him, and she opens her mouth to reply, to argue with him, but Jack cuts her off, both of his hands squeezing hers.

“Emily, it’s a surprise,” he says, his eyes pleading with her, “Please?”

She shakes her head lovingly and leans down to kiss his forehead, “I can’t say no to you,” she says, making a point of raising her eyebrow at her boyfriend as she stands back up straight, “You two better not let me walk into anything.”

Aaron smiles at her as she makes a show of closing her eyes and he kisses her cheek again, his free hand on her back as he starts to guide her towards the dining room, “Never.”

She squeezes his hand as they lead her through the house. They’d only been living here for two months so far but she knew the layout already, knew how many steps it took to get from room to room. She loved it here, it was the home she’d never had, but she knew that had everything to do with the two people leading her towards the dining room and nothing to do with the walls surrounding them. They come to a stop and she laughs when they don’t go any further, wondering why they weren’t going any further.

“You can open your eyes.”

She gasps as she does, a delighted laugh catching in her chest as she looks around the dining room. Breakfast was set up - plates of chocolate chip pancakes already on each place setting, and there were presents, flowers and a card set next to the plate at her usual spot. She looks up at Aaron and then down at Jack, her smile so wide her cheeks were aching.

“What’s all this?”

“Happy Mother’s Day!” They say in unison, both squeezing her hands tightly as they once again flash their matching smiles at her.

She knew it was Mother’s Day. She’d bought her mother a card and sent it to her, and she would send her a text slightly later that likely wouldn’t get a response. She’d bought the flowers and the card they were going to take to Haley’s grave after breakfast, had helped Jack make the perfect selection as they stood in the store for what felt like hours. Aaron had even told her that Jack had mentioned he’d make her a card, giving her the heads up so she wouldn’t be entirely surprised, but he’d clearly kept some of their plans to himself.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, turning to Jack first, holding his face in place whilst she leans down to press a few kisses to his cheek, only stopping when he giggles and starts to pull away. She looks up at Aaron and kisses him, smiling into it as he cups the back of her head. She pulls back just enough to speak, making a point of rubbing her nose against his, “Thank you.”

He smiles at her and he has to kiss her again to stop himself from proposing on the spot, “Let’s eat the pancakes before they go cold.”

“Dad put extra chocolate chips in yours,” Jack adds as they walk towards the table, the three of them only disconnecting from each other when they sit down.

“Well they look delicious,” she says, settling into her chair, her eyes flicking to the couple of presents next to her plate. They eat their breakfast, taking time to enjoy it and talk about anything and everything. It still took her aback how normal moments like this were, how ordinary and precious - something she would have once believed she wouldn’t ever get to experience.

Aaron, the slowest eater in the family, has barely put his knife and fork down when Jack announces it’s time to open the presents, his excitement so intense he practically vibrates with it. All Aaron can do is laugh as he stands up, still eating his last mouthful of pancake as he piles their plates up and takes them to the kitchen. When he gets back into the dining room, Jack is sitting on Emily’s lap, her arms wrapped tightly around him as she holds him in place, and he doesn’t think he’s ever loved them more.

Over the last week, he’d wondered if this was the right thing to do, if proposing to her in such a simple way was enough. She deserved the world and he’d give it to her if he could. He’d undo every terrible thing anyone else had ever done to her and rip them apart with his own hands if they tried to hurt her again. He feels any anxiety disappear the moment he sees her, still in her pjyamas with her face bare of make-up and her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, his son on her lap as he excitedly spoke at her, because he knows this was right. It was them.

“Present time,” Aaron says as he takes the seat next to them, and Jack smiles widely at him, mischief at the thought of the secret they’d been sharing for a week now shining brightly out of his face.

Emily smiles and tilts her head down to talk to Jack, pressing a kiss to his temple, “Where should I start?”

“With the card and present from me,” he says, grabbing the bigger gift and pulling it towards them before he points at the small box, “That one is from Daddy.”

She hums as she looks up at her boyfriend, unable to stop herself from smiling as he looks at her with nothing short of adoration before she turns her attention back to Jack, “I’ll open yours first then.”

She’s careful as she opens the envelope on the clearly handmade card, and she presses her lips together as she pulls it out, glitter spilling out onto the table and their laps. She sighs happily at the drawing on the front of it, cartoon stick figures of the three of them and Sergio outside their house, Jack’s messy handwriting spelling out “Happy Mother’s Day” on the front of it. She opens it and her smile gets impossibly wider as she reads the inside of the card, her lungs stuffed so full of happiness and love that she can’t breathe.

To Emily

Happy Mother’s Day.

Thank you for everything you do for me and Daddy!

Love Jack

She blows out a slow breath and looks at Aaron when he places his hand on her knee, squeezing it gently as she kisses the top of Jack’s head, “Thank you, Jack,” she says, resting her cheek on top of his head, “That’s so sweet.”

“Now open the present!”

She chuckles at his impatience and she nods, carefully placing the card down before she picks up the box and pulls off the wrapping paper and then removes the cardboard lid. She lifts a mug out of the box and sighs happily when she sees her favourite picture of her and Jack screen-printed onto it. It was a photo Aaron had taken a few months ago at the park. The two of them were cuddled together on a bench, wide smiles on their faces as they looked at the camera.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she says, kissing his head again, “I love it, I needed a new mug for work.”

Jack turns to look at her and nods, “I know! Uncle Derek won’t be able to steal this one.”

“You’re right, he won’t be able to.” She says as she laughs and pulls him into a hug, she sinks into the embrace with the little boy she loved as her own, closing her eyes as she breathes him in. She and Aaron had talked about having at least one more baby and she knew she’d love Jack the exact same way as she would love a baby she carried herself, “I love you, Jack.”

“Love you too,” he says, smiling as he pulls back to look at her, “You should open Daddy’s now.”

She knows they are up to something because of the way they look at each other in the brief moment before Jack slips from her lap. Aaron stands up and kisses her, cutting off any questions. He pulls back to look at her, one of the corners of his mouth curling up into a smile.

“Close your eyes.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Aaron-”

“Sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft and kind as he smiles at her, “Close your eyes.”

She presses her lips together and nods, doing as she’s asked. She hears shuffling as if they are moving and she sighs, jumping ever so slightly when Aaron holds her hand.

“You can open your eyes.”

Time seems to slow down as she does, the sarcastic comment she’d had all ready to go dying on her tongue as she sucks in a breath the moment she looks at them. They are both kneeling on the floor, an excited smile on Jack’s face and a nervous one on Aarons. The smaller box now in his other hand, opened and offered to her, showcasing the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen.

“Aaron…”

She doesn’t recognise her own voice, the rest of her words caught in her chest as she stares at them, her vision going blurry as tears gather in her eyes. They’d talked about marriage, and she knew he had a ring, but she hadn’t considered this as a possibility when she woke up this morning, hadn’t thought that this was where the, in itself unexpected, Mother’s Day breakfast was going. Even though he hadn’t asked the question yet, she knew what her answer would be.

She wanted him, wanted them, for the rest of her life.

“Emily, I love you so much,” Aaron says, his voice surprisingly steady given that he feels like he is shaking, “I love how much you love us,” he says, nodding towards Jack, “How you make us both feel safe, how you saved us after everything. And I want to spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel even half as loved as you’ve made us feel,” he smiles softly when the sob she’d been holding back finally escapes her and he squeezes her hand, “Will you marry me?”

He barely has the words out before she’s nodding and leaning forward, her hands curled around his head, her fingers sinking into his hair as she kisses him. She pulls back just enough to speak, her answer passing from her lips to his.

“Yes,” she says, choking on a noise between a laugh and a sob, “Yes I’ll marry you.”

He slips the ring onto her finger, briefly pulling away from her enough to do so before he’s kissing her again, pulling her into another hug as he kneels on the floor and she’s still sitting in her seat.

“I love you,” he says, kissing her lips and then her cheek and her jaw, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she replies, pulling back to look at him, sniffing as she wipes a tear from his cheek, “I love you.”

“Can I join in on the hug now?”

They both laugh as they turn to look at Jack, the little boy’s patience running out as he all but bounces on the spot, his smile so wide Emily’s surprised his face hasn’t split in half. They both nod and unhook one arm from around the other to make space for him. He steps forward and wraps his arms around them both, his head against Emily’s shoulder.

“Emily?” Jack asks, lifting his head to look at her. She hums in response and looks at him, sinking into the feeling of their embrace, of Aaron’s hand rubbing soothing patterns on her back, “You know what this means?”

“What, honey?” She asks, smiling at him.

“This means you’ll be my mom for real!”

Her breath stutters in her chest, and she feels Aaron hold her even closer, his hand even firmer on her lower back as he turns his head to kiss her temple. She always loved how simply he looked at things, that despite everything his innocence was still largely intact, and she’d spend the rest of her life protecting it with everything she had.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling as more tears gather in her eyes, her heart so full she’s sure it will burst, “It does.”

-x-

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hello ! how are you ? well if you dont mind, please vil schoenheit x reader (from ramshackle, she always had a crush on him but never tell him being afraid of being rejected), we all know that vil can be mean but we still love him, the reader is very kind and always worried about him ( like she always try her best to make him feel better when he's not okay and feel loved, because he grow up with no mother, like a mother with her son having so much mercy on him), one day she'll looks at him with tears in her eyes, touching his face slowly then cries ( she always loved him and want to be in a relationship with him, but she's afraid of not being happy with him because sometimes he's mean, and arrogant, so she's lost inside not knowing what to do) and you can continue what will happend !! thank you and good luck !! ( the reader can be gender if you want i dont mind, sorry for my bad english >~< !!) 💕💖

heyo! I'm doing well thanks for asking! I'm very much enjoying writing requests. I enjoyed writing this! It's kind of soft moments with the TWST characters (especially one's like Vil) that I love. I was a little unsure of how to end it so sorry if it sounds awkward or Ooc. Anyway I hope I was able to do your request right and thank you so much for the request! <3

it was hard not to like Vil

he's very intelligent, talented, passionate, and hard working

not to mention his beauty

just looking at him is enough to take your breath away

but he had hundreds of fans who also saw this

and they wanted all of his attention

Vil was kind enough to give them plenty

he was always so nice to them

of course you liked Vil

he was always trying to help those around him look their best

Vil wanted to surround himself with people he deemed worthy

and that meant they had to look and act beautifully

he always was correcting others looks, language, and behavior

sure he could be mean about it sometimes and people often saw it as him bossing them around

but you always knew there was more to it than that

you knew that he simply strived for beauty in every aspect of his life and that included those around him

it was hard not to love Vil

very few get the opportunity to be alone with him

you considered yourself very lucky to be one of those people

it was getting late and almost time for the celebrity to rest for the night

he didn't say anything, but you could just feel that something was wrong

but when you asked he simply said nothing was wrong

a lie

you could tell

so even though he didn't tell you what was wrong, you reassured him that he could tell you if something was wrong

he just hummed and told you that you should probably be heading back to Ramshackle and he has to get ready for bed anyway

after all you shouldn't see Vil without his makeup and being less than perfect

he wouldn't want that to happen

but you just smiled at him

"You're already perfect without any of your makeup. Besides, your beauty goes beyond just your looks."

there was silence for a minute before he chuckled

"I suppose you're right. Thank you. You should be heading to bed though. Getting enough sleep will help your skin."

of course you loved Vil

but you would never tell him

you've seen how mean he can be to some people and he can really tear them down under the guise of helping them

Vil would never accept your love anyway

he had so many other fans that loved him, why would he choose you?

Vil had a rough day today, so naturally you were there for him

he had been standing in front of you and venting about all the trouble the first years caused

he was insulting all the first years as he talked

hearing him just absolutely tear into the first years had started something in your brain

would Vil talk about you like this if you did something wrong?

you love Vil, you truly do

but would you be able to take his insults day after day of being with him?

could you even be happy like that? being with the one you love but he treats you like that?

at some point Vil had stopped talking and was now fully facing you

he never liked being worried or stressed because it can cause wrinkles and acne, but there he was with a worried expression

you heard him ask why you were crying

you were crying? since when?

had your thoughts really driven you so far that you were crying in front of him?

he probably thinks of crying as an ugly thing right?

would he start insulting you here and now for doing something so ugly?

slowly, you reached out to cup his cheek

though you're not sure why you did so

he didn't push you away or try to stop you at all

he even leaned into your touch and sighed

"If you felt that strongly about the first years, you could have told me."

shaking your head you mumbled, "It's not that. I just..."

"You're tired of hearing me talk like this."

hesitantly you nodded

that may have been part of it, but he doesn't need to know the rest

he hummed, "I suppose I haven't been to kind lately. How horrible of me. You're too kind to me and I just stand here insulting everyone else."

gently, he set his hand atop yours and removed it from his face

his fingers intertwined with yours and he used his other hand to wipe the tears off your face

"This would be so much easier if you just confessed your feelings already."

w h a t

no really, what?

he knows????

how does he know?

was it obvious?

Vil seemed to sense your internal panic and chuckled

"I've had people fall in love with me before Darling. It's easy to recognize. I'm more surprised you haven't said anything. If you did then I'm sure all of this would be easier for you to talk about. So tell me, why haven't you?"

there was a moment of silence as you processed everything

once your brain had a moment to catch up, you told him

"I'm just a bit worried. You can be really mean sometimes, and I just...I don't know if I can handle that."

for a split second, he looked offended before sighing again

"I would never want to be mean or insult you, ever. You are the one person who doesn't need me to help with their appearance. Even I can't improve what's already perfect."

Of course, Vil loved you too

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witchofhimring · 1 year

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Loyalty Chapter 3

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell Reader Aemond Targaryen x Ellyn Baratheon

Y/n Tyrells Profiles

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak, childbirth, emotional turmoil, death, unrequited love?, humiliation by Ellyn Baratheon, marital abuse, marital consummation, misogamy (internalized as well as external), brief depictions of smut, Plot twist at the end!

Synopsis:

Numbness is all you feel as a blood red sun pours into the dark sky. As death, heartbreak and war stalk your every move, loyalties are thrown into question. Unknowing that your every move you change the course of war, your marriage is arranged.

It was a night for celebration. Singing could be heard all throughout Kings Landing. Everyone was happy. Except Y/n. She had screamed so loudly till her throat tore. Bile and a metallic taste stained her mouth. She was cold, wet and utterly wretched in that moment. So small compared to the might of house Targaryen and their newest Princess. Up the forsaken weather swept steps she went. Several times she fell bruising her knees. In her mind the only think she could picture was the Weirwood tree, an alien in what was once its land. Much like you, the forsaken member cast out of your home. Utterly alone and there for eyes to observe like this tree. No one else was in the courtyard. In fact, a silence had fallen over this place like a blanket.

Step by shivering step you tread upon each stone. The branches slightly swayed, like arms reaching out. Your feel hit the ground and your fingertips outstretched themselves. The delicate skin brushed the bark and its sticky sap. "Help me, please." You whispered out. In that moment you cared not if it was heresy to do so. You wished time would go back to a time before Princess Ellyn. Tonight, as your misery reached its pitch this place felt more otherworldly than the Sept ever had. The wood grounded you in a way the cold sterile steps of The Seven never had. And for the first time, you prayed to other Gods. Blood dripped from you elbow as you sank down, dying the bark red.

A scream rendered apart the calm morning. Even Y/n could hear it down in the courtyard. It was a cry of unimaginable grief and agony all warped into one. Its very nature sent shivers down your spine. "Helaena." Was all you could think.

The castle was not quiet as one would expect. It seemed everyone in the Red Keep was awake and alert. You ran past a pair of frightened ladies who were huddled against the wall. As you got closer to the cries a maid was running away, fear evident on her face. You did not bother to question her. That was when the smell hit you. Raw, metallic and it made you gag. This smell was all too familiar. You had smelt it the day your mother fell down the stairs. When the blood poured down your fathers blue lips. Suddenly you did not want to move forward. Because Helaena could only have cried like that for three people. Three small children who were her world. And the horrid realization dawned upon you as step by step the cries of agony that would never fully leave the young Queen. Today the Red Keep was bathed in the blood of a child. Today, one of those children would never see another sunrise.

Each step was heavy. Turning back would be easy. But your conscience pushed you on. Little droplets of blood trailed out. Then smears. The children's faces came into your mind. Which one of them was it? Or all three? Horror pulsed through your soul like a poison. Bile could be felt at the very back of your throat. You almost got to the door when you nearly fell. You had stepped in a pile of the child's blood. Doubling over in horror, bile was spat onto the floor. Oh. Gods. Your eyes burned and skin crawled. The satin shoes were removed, one stained a dark red. But there was still some on your feet. An innocents blood violently shed, mingling your own body. Whos blood was it!?

The scene you walked in was nearly indescribable in its horror. The stench of death was nearly overwhelming, putrid. Five people lay there on the floor, only four alive and breathing. Three women, two kids. You saw one of the Queens ladies there, her throat slashed.

You stumbled over Jaehaerys Targaryen's corpse. Blood pouring from the stump where his head once sat.

Cries rose from Kings Landing as the news spread. Jaehaerys Targaryen was dead, murdered by assassins' on the orders Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Prince Daemon Targaryen. At this many moment the killers where somewhere with the prince's head. The stench of his blood remained long after Elinor lead you away. Multiple cries rung out from every corner of the castle. Small prayers left your lips to any Gods who would hear them. Even if the blood could be cleansed the memory could not be so easily sponged away.

You were laid to rest in bed. Sleep you did. But it was fitful with blood and misery. And in it sat the Weirwood tree, so real in its ancient terror. "Change coats." The running of blood!" The words oozed out of the tree like a sinister symphony. And everything was blood, and it consumed you in its fervous. Helaena's eyes stared down at you, cold and blank. When you finally did wake the next day had already began. The sun was there but you could not feel its warmth. It was hard to feel anything now. Your belly rumbled but you felt no hunger. They dressed you and the bodice tightly fitted around you was nothing. "Y/n, please eat." Food was put in front of you. Only the bread was eaten. The sensation of juice running down your throat was revolting and meat repulsed you. You forced back some wine. Afterwards you called for a basin to be brought in. You rubbed the soap against your feet to rid yourself of the already long gone blood. But every time you lay your feet upon the cold stone you started again. It had always been filled with blood. When Maegor the cruel finished the Black cells did he not kill all the workers. How much blood had been spilled inside this dread castle? Mayhaps the red did really come from blood. And now the little Prince's blood was added to it. And you knew this was only the beginning. War would claim one side or the other. Either Rhaenyra's brood, or you and yours.

Death stalked every resident of the Red Keep. Every breath that breezed through seemed to belong to the dead, known and unknown. Now stories would add the little Prince to the stories of lives taken within this castles walls. People flitted about like ghosts, hurrying here and there in an attempt to escape the stench of fear infecting everyone. people hid in their rooms, left for their estates, or sought guidance in the Sept. Only you went to the Weirwood tree. You might as well be in the middle of nowhere. This sudden change brought some sort of peace to you. The cold made you long for a land far off place. Maybe it was the Reed blood within you, a side of your family you had never payed much attention to. There was something archaic when it came to the Old Gods. You knew that it was heretical to think these thoughts. The Andals, your ancestors (although there was the blood of the First Men in your veins) had waged war and burned their trees. The New Gods had been your world, Seven being a number stamped into your mind. The idea of multiple Gods whos faces and personalities remained unknown was such a strange concept to you. How they even prayed to nameless Gods was a mystery.

Staying by the tree did not absolutely sooth your soul. Your soul was still in turmoil. Even after you had accepted your new reality the pain of losing your long time friend hurt. The Weirwood could not act as a balm. Sometimes tears would roll down your face in private. Sometimes you would see Prince Aemond in the court. Whether he was heading to a council meeting or walking with his wife. Like a ghost you would watch them, a mere specter in the court. You supposed that one did not even need to be dead to be a ghost in this wretched place.

Even with misery permeating through the palace, Princess Ellyn's rage had not tempered itself. On the first day you were back in the Princesses service she was as awful as ever. By the time you arrived she was in a tub being tended to by Cerilla and another lady. The second the door closed she loved around. You curtsied. "You. Get the herbs." You looked at the other lady who quickly gestured to a box in the corner. You picked it up and pulled out two bottles. Wordlessly you added the herbs into the warm water. The Princess was much like a cat, luxuriously stretched out. 'I think this suits you." You decided to ignore her. Being so tired her words hardly mattered to you right now. "The Princess is speaking to you." Said Cerilla. Coolly you looked at her. "If the Princess wishes me to answer she may say so herself." Princes Ellyn did not like that, she got up and strided towards you. The other lady gasped as Princess Ellyn sunk her sharp nails into your white sleeves. "I am the Princess, you are my lady in waiting! You are nothing compared to me." And then her grip tightened nearly making you cry out. "I will keep you by my side if only to further vex you. Every night I will have you wait as my husband loves me. And when I have his son you may be here to assist. Then maybe I'll send you to the Silent Sister to release you from your torment." The other lady had fled with Cerilla on her heels, looking back with a malicious sneer on her face. You had sworn never to cry in front of her. You started to shake with a combination of anger and deep seated sadness. This was like a bad dream. A continuing nightmare that never seemed to send. A life of suffering in her presence was worse than deal. She would hound you to the end of your days. She laughed when tears started to roll down your face. Her head was thrown back with black hair cascading down her back. Your despair had never been greater, and there was no one to protect you.

With tears rolling down your face, you filed her nails down in silence.

Dowager Queen Alicent, Princess Ellyn Baratheon, Prince Aemond and Otto Hightower were already seated. A smirking Lady Cerilla was standing behind Dowager Queen Alicent. Lady Joan shut the door behind you. Nervously you stood in front of them, feeling so small. Princess Ellyn regarded you with a sharp, cruel gaze. Prince Aemond was staring ahead with a vacant expression. You wondered if it was from milk-of-the-poppy but it seemed improbable. He was always careful about the amount he took. "Lady Y/n. As you know we brought you and have invited Lady Joan Tyrell for a very important reason." Dowager Queen Alicent placed the cup of tea down. Her fingers were shaking. You felt immense sadness for her. The loss of the little Prince was hard on you, but likely the horror was nothing compared to his grandmothers grief. You wanted to offer your condolences again but now did not seem the time. "Your guardian and I have decided that as you are a woman now, and given the current climate, it is time for you to marry." Princess Ellyn looked both shocked and enraged. "Pardon me Your Grace, but I hardly think Lady Y/n is suited to married life right now." Absolutely not. That bitch was not going to get her way this time. There was no way in hell you would allow her to have any say in your life. "I will do whatever Her Grace requires of me, even marriage." Princess Ellyn stood up, shocking everyone. In just three steps she was right in front of you. "I will not have you marry. I will not allow it!" Otto Hightower, who had so far been silent, straightened himself in his chair. "I was not aware you had any say in Lady Y/n's affairs." You hoped he never used that voice with you. Princess Ellyn's cheeks flushed a red you found made her look quite unattractive. "But My Lord, this woman has already lain.... she is no virgin and hardly worthy of any Lord." Otto Hightower stood up. And in that instant the Princess shrunk. She had overstepped the line. Massively. "Lady Y/n will not just be marrying a Lord she will marry Lord Jason Lannister." Princess Ellyn, Prince Aemond and yourself all looked at the Hand. "Jason Lannister." Princess Ellyn hissed out. Now all the colour had drained from her cheeks. She looked to angry to speak. "I am sure Lady Y/n will make a fine wife for Lord Lannister. She is of a good line, and he needs and heir. Besides, the Tarley's will be useful to the Lannisters." Those were the only words Prince Aemond contributed. "I beg your pardon, but what have the Tarleys got to do with this?"You had finally found your voice. Still shocked, you were trying to fully comprehend your suddenly new future. "Your cousin Ser Harold has died. Originally he held lands that were intended for your mother. And as he had no heir it reverts back to you. The Tarley's have a good army and you will bring a dowry of wheat, grain and gold to their house." Feeling dizzy, and Prince Aemond realizing this, he quickly pulled out a chair and helped you sit down. His touch was rigid and cold. There was blood in his nailbeds.

"I hardly think Y/n is an appropriate candidate for the position." Her voice was shaking with barely suppressed rage. You spared a look at Cerilla and noticed a look of alarm on her face too. "And how have you come to such a conclusion?" Dowager Queen Alicent inquired. "Because she is a whore!" The word "whore" echoed around the room and you would not be surprised in someone outside heard. "My wife." Prince Aemond took his wife by the hand. Not wanting to look at Prince Aemond being tender to her, your gaze went to the Hand. Otto Hightower looked as if his mouth might disappear with how tightly his lips pressed together. Dowager Queen Alicent looked done. "I promise I have never laid with Lady Y/n." Prince Aemond attempted to console his wife. But she rejected his, removing her hand. "Who told you these rumors?" Inquired Otto Hightower. "Everyone's being saying so! And my sister-" "We brought you here to forge an alliance and bring house Targaryen another son. Not go around listening to baseless rumors." Snapped Dowager Queen Alicent. Her pale hands were brought together in a display of anxiety. To your alarm you realized there was a thin red trail of blood staining her skin. "Your Grace." An embroidered handkerchief outlined in green was pulled from your sleeve. You quickly held it to the Queens hand. Everyone watched in surprised. "Mother. You are unwell." Prince Aemond got to his feet and helped her up.

Ottot Hightower looked tense, his intense brown eyes focused on Princess Ellyn. It was from past experiences when watching The Hand of the King's interaction with others you realized it was best to leave. "May I be excused?" Otto Hightower nodded without looking at you. Wordlessly you curtsied and made to leave. "Lady Y/n." Thrown through a loop, because it was Prince Aemond who called for you. Your eyes meet him for the first time in what felt like forever. There was a mask on his face. The skin looked unnaturally pale and there was a shadow under his eye. And his eye. It was a piercing lilac, so different from the usual deep purple it once was. He gave you the handkerchief. His ice cold fingers touched yours. And then he stepped back. The two of you were only a few feet apart. It lasted but a moment, that brief point when the bond of friendship was momentarily reconnected. Aemond's eyes seemed to study you. Your own on him. And it was but a moment. He looked away, the bond was broken. Prince Aemond walked out of the room.

Princess Ellyn watched her husbands retreat with keen eyes before focusing back on those still present. Deciding how was the time to flee, for a second time, you made to leave. "My Lord, if I may." You had almost made it to the door when Princess Ellyn spoke for the final time. "I suggest we subject Lady Y/n to a test to see if what she says is true." Dowager Queen Alicent looked at Princess Ellyn with something cold and hard in her gaze. "Very well. But no one is to speak of this." She then turned to you. "Lady Y/n you will prepare yourself and come to my chambers in an hours time. Princess Ellyn, The Hand will take you to the examination room."

You shivered. Not from the cold of the Red Keeps lower chambers but fear of the unknown. What had they planned for you? While you were a virgin what test would they subject you to? The blue cloak was pulled tighter around you. Elinor had been forbade to attend you, only Septas walked by your side. They were silent, clad in their grey robes and stern expressions. The room chosen belonged to one of the Maesters. You had tried to request a Maester you were familiar. The request was denied. Instead you were hustled into a hold damp room with no natural light to be examined by a strange man you did not know. All but two of the Septas left. It was just you, two Septas and the Maester. You did not recognize this rigid, weasely looking man in front of you. "I will ask that you undress." The Maester ordered. You green dress was striped from you. When a Septas hands came to your neckline to undo the string your hands seized hers. "What are you doing?!" The Septas exchanged looks. You then realized that they now likely felt you were guilty. "A thorough examination will be needed My Lady. Now if you will." And the last layer of clothes were removed, flittering to the ground. You were bare in a room full of strangers, shaking with fear and chill. And the Maesters touched you. Your waist, stomach, thighs and breasts were all poked and prodded like cattle. Then he had you reclined onto a bed. Your legs were spread apart and the next thing was pain. As the skrew on the contraption inside your vagina was twisted you cried out. The Septas held your hands. He finally extracted the instrument and put it in a bowl. He wiped his hands and left the room. "Is it over now?" Tears were streaming down your face.

It did not take too long for the Maester to come in. Following him was the Dowager Queen, Princess Ellyn and Otto Hightower. "Well?" The Princess had her arms crossed, a supercilious twitch in her lips. The Maester looked and you and back to the group. Dread flared in your belly. What if the Maester was mistaken? Or he was paid off my Princess Ellyn. "The Lady Y/n is indeed a virgin." Dowager Queen Alicent grasped the star on her chest. Otto Hightower looked relived. Princess Ellyn looked angry. "And what has assured you of this?" Her voiced was shaking. "The Lady's hymen is perfectly in tact." You were dizzy with relief, sinking back onto the bed. You closed your eyes as for the first time you felt victorious.

The still felt a burn in between your legs. Elinor had pressed a warm, damp rag as you sat in a chair. You said nothing as she encouraged you to drink tea. You could not see her face, thick brown hair covering it. Her pale hands trembled with each move. Now that the relief had worn off all you felt was humiliation. They had subjected you to such an interrogation without a thought. And now there was fear for your future duties. You had always imagined sex to be an enjoyable sensation. In the dark of night you had imagined how it might feel. Once He had been the subject of these fantasies. But when that instrument had been forced up you it had ached and pained you. The memory of your walls being forced apart sickened you. "My Lady-" Elinor's advice was usually welcomed. But your anger was so great that a cold voice, quite unlike your own broke across the room. "Not now." Your hands tightened. Elinor fell silent.

Now that your virginity had been proven the marriage to Jason Lannister was to go ahead. Your apartments had been moved to a larger room. This one was higher up but provided no outlook on the water. Instead the balcony gave you a birds eye view of the city. Each time a dragon flew over you could see it. Sometimes you saw Prince Aemond leave, for Harrenhal where his base lay. The tapestries was beautiful with a green background and golden flowers embedded into its fine fabric. Your now had sheer curtains around the bed that fluttered with every breeze. These was far more luxurious than your old ones, but it made you no more happier. A blanket of misery had wrapped itself around your very being. Your old room was small but private, being made utterly your own. Now you could no longer go to the alcoves in private or sneak to the gardens.

That being said not all changes were unwelcome. It was one thing to mock and belittle Lady Y/n Tyrell. Quite another when it came the future Lady of Casterly Rock. While you still were in the service to the Princess things had changed. The first day you served after the new of your betrothal Princess Ellyn something had changed. You walked into her room dressed in a new dress, courtesy of the Dowager Queen. Rubies hung from your ears and instead of the typical yellow you wore, now because of your status you wore gold. When you walked in all of their attention was on you. Lady Cerilla gave you a withering look which you returned. They made way for you. Unlike the other times she did not meet your eyes. In her chair, once so proud, the Princess looked defeated. Her eyes had a red tinge to them and off colour skin. No one said anything to you. Although they politely curtsied to you. It was strange but a releif. As you walked through he halls they bowed and curtsied. No one dared to confront you. Cerilla's little friends were not even seen, having fled from your sight the moment they saw you.

As you tried to get settled into your new reality the war carried on. With the death of the Prince everything seemed to unravel. A hush had fallen over Kings Landing as it held its breath. Even the sun seemed to be hiding. Prince Aemond had headed for Harrenhal, the haughnted castle built by Harren the Black. The King spent his days in the council as his wife slowly slipped into madness. You had only visited her once, having fled from her presence afterwards. The maids had nervously opened to door upon your arrival. A hush fell over the room upon your entry. The three ladies who assisted the room in her bed stood back. That was when the smell hit you. A revolting mingle of blood and sweat permeated the air. Helaena was sprawled out on the bed. She only wore a thin nightgown, blood showing on some of it. "Her Grace is having her course." One of the tearful ladies answered your horrified expression. The other two were between looking like they might cry, and throw up. "Are you not going to help her?!" You walked forward but Helaena let out a heart wrenching wail. She convulsed on her bed and fingers tore at her long hair. You were rooted to the spot with terror. Then it feel into silence. The ladies broke apart hastily as Helaena sat up. Her purple eyes darted around the room. They settled on you. She slipped out of the bed. A trail of blood smeared onto the white sheets. Despite this, you reached out for her. Her hot hand held yours. Then with a sudden jerking motion she pulled you towards her. You put up a hand to stop the ladies who looked ready to call the guards. "Helaena?" Your hand touched her smooth skin. Helaena brought her other hand to your wrist. "When the blood flows you will retread your path." Then she fell.

"Is she well?" You had stayed outside of her room as Maesters tended to Helaena. Beside you was a distraught Dowager Queen Alicent. She was hunched over, a few strands of her hair let free. Her lips muttered words that you no longer felt connected to, at the symbol around her neck. Lady Lenita Lannister was by her side looking worn and tired. You supposed this was everyone's new reality. "Where is the King?" Questioned Lady Lenita. "He is currently preoccupied." Said the guard. Lady Lenita snorted but said nothing else. Most likely he was drowning himself in wine. Prince Jaecerion came around the corner. "What has happened?" Dowager Alicent practically threw herself into her sons arms. Suprised, but not unwelcoming to the gesture, Jaecerion held his mother. Seeing you, he looked spurised. "Y/n? Are you alright?" He looked ready to come to you, but his mothers weight held him down. "I am. It is your sister. She collapsed." "Oh Gods." He sighed and closed his eyes. The Maester came out, and upon seeing the Dowager Queen slumped in her sons arms had her brought away. Lady Lenita hurried after her mistress, leaving you and the Prince. "I've missed you." Jaecerion suddenly hugged you, a hand in your hair. With a sigh he leaned against you. "I have to." The odd gesture did not bother you. These days any form of comfort was greatly needed. You could smell his dragon on him and it reminded you of Prince Aemond. Tears, for what felt like the millionth time, invaded your eyes. Your sobs shook you body and Jaecerion took your face into his hands. "Oh Gods Y/n." He then placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and allowed him to hold you there. He gently rocked you back and forth. "I hate this." It was not just Helaena's condition but everything from this past month. And there had been no one to talk to, no one to place your cares on. "I know." He hushed and pressed a kiss to your cheek. This only caused you to cry louder. You were so relieved there was someone there for you. While you had considered Prince Aemond a friend your relationship with Jaecerion had been different. You had cared for him and the two of you played together. Your world had always revolved around Prince Aemond that everyone else faded into the background. But he had always been there. Even when your attention was on Prince Aemond he had always cared for me. Jaecerion took you by the hand and took you away.

His room was slightly smaller than the rest of his siblings, with the exception of Daeron who was in Old Town. He said that there was no need to have a large one as not many people need visit him. He swept you inside and shut the door firmly behind him. The room was dark, only the fire glowing in the fireplace cast any light. The little jewels around Jaecerion's room glittered like cats eyes. You sat down on the armchair and gazed around. You had never actually been in Jaecerion's room before. Any time Jaecerion had asked Prince Aemond would forebay it. Jaecerion pulls out pulled out a bottle of wine and a goblet, pouring you a cup. "Arbour gold. Dornish." You remarked. You took another large gulp, having a fondness for Dornish wines. They had a sour aftertaste you had grown to like. Jaecerion watched you. "I'm scared." You took a final sip and then placed it down. "The war." Jaecerion sat in front of you, elbows on knees. "It is just....well everything has been so fast. There is going to be war and I am to be married." Jaecerion's hands clenched. But your emotions were so intoxicating that nothing else really mattered. The brief moment passed unnoticed by you. "And Aemond." He added. You looked down at the drink swirling about. "Yes. And him." Jaecerion leaned forward and held your fingers in a tight grip. "If it is any consolation I think it is my brothers loss. He's a fool for the Baratheon girl." You chuckled. It felt nice for someone to stand by you during this time. As Jaecerion brew closer you realized he had always been by your side. Quiet, but there. And there, after Prince Aemond had forsaken you here he was by your side. All those years and it was only now that you realized. You pulled Jaecerion closed to you. "I just want to thank you, for everything. You've always been there for me and I am forever grateful for it." You squeezed his hand. He smiled, the pupils in his eyes enlarged.

The two of you were so close. His breath could be felt on your face. He was close and getting closer. Your heart hammered in your chest. Was it possible? A cold wave invaded your belly when something occurred to you. It seemed so impossible but you could not mistaken his behavior right now. And then you realized you were in a room, alone, with a man who's eyes were wide and his cheeks a light pink. The little boy who use to follow you around and comfort you when Prince Aemond was not around possibly, no, very likely felt something more than friendly towards you. In another time you would. But right now with your world so shattered, you allowed yourself to be pulled alone the path your family had made. You stood up and quickly bayed your friend farewell, thoughts more confused than ever.

The day you set out was a grey one. A light wind had come down from the north. Perhaps winter would come soon. Normally you might go by ship. But since the Velarion fleet was on standby you would have to take the road. Leaving the Red Keep was harder than you thought. For so long you had wanted to go back to Highgarden and now that you were leaving this place, you did not want to. Perhaps you were attached to its place with all its memories. Yet those memories did not make you entirely happy, even the joyful ones. Most of them included Prince Aemond and now held a sour note to them. Maybe now you could let go of your fear and anger, starting a new life. Maybe you would like it there. As Lady of the castle you might be able to make it your own.

The ladies of both Dowager Queen Alicent, Queen Helaena and Princess Ellyn had come for your send off as was custom in the court. You coolly walked past most of them, they had made their stance long ago. Dowager Queen Alicent, surprisingly enough, hugged you gently. "Take care, Y/n." In all your years the Dowager Queen had always been the epitome of propriety. While never cruel she was not one for common shows of affection. As the two of you broke apart you noticed her deep brown eyes held a world of misery, trapped in the body of this woman. "You two." No one could hear but her. And for a moment she looked startled, then understood. Helaena would have greeted you had her condition permitted it. But alas she was still in bed. You prayed to any God out there she might be alright. Princess Ellyn Baratheon stood rigidly in front of you. Ever since the examination she had not talked to you. This may be the last time either of you saw each other and it brought you relief as well as anger. If this was the last time then you wanted her to know how you felt. You prayed she had no peace for the rest of her days, that another may come and set her heart in a pitch of misery. So you made to look as if you were embracing. But your hands gripped her hands in an unloving embrace. "I pray that you never know peace. And do not think the Prince will forget about me." It ached to know that Prince Aemond had likely cast off any affection he might have possessed for you. But Princess Ellyn did not need to know that. You prayed that even with you gone she would never know a days peace.

You turned your back on the court and ascended the stairs. Clad in red already you looked every bit the Lannister you would become. Elinor and your three new ladies Alana Lannister, Tilla Tarley and Mary Westerling following suit. Quietly all you sat and wondered what the future would bring. Even though Lady Alana and Mary were from the west it had been years, being fostered at Harrenhal. For Lady Tilla this place would be just as strange for her as it was for you. All of you were stepping into a new land with blindfolds on. Lady Tilla gave you an apprehensive smile as Lady Alana sadly stared out of the window. Sitting between Elinor and your dog, you remained seated. The carriage jolted and then loved forward. Remaining seated you suddenly felt Prince Aemonds loss more clearly than ever. Even at your lowest there was always the possibility he might return to you. But that time had passed and you felt his loss. Elinor took your hand in hers. A burst of cold wind came in. Yet as you shivered no one else seemed bothered. Having the sudden urge to get up, you walked to the window and peered out. You thought of the Weirwood tree with its branches reaching towards you. Imagining its comforting presence you had the bazar desire to jump out and go back. "My Lady?" Lady Alana looked at you curiously. Forlornly, you sat back down. Your thoughts lingered on the tree long after.

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A Lifetime | Confessions pt 1

feat: nanami kento x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: yu’s birthday is celebrated with those who have been closest to him. what you didn’t expect was an after party

cw: cussing, make out sesh, unholy handholding

a/n: i’m sorry for the short chapter everyone! i didn’t realize how short it actually was but i wanted it to end on a happy note before we get into the fun

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3 months had passed since you and Satoru visited the cafe. Satoru would regularly go with you to visit Kento. He would be there when you needed his shoulder to cry on and to keep you company. There were more times where the two of you would have a picnic while visiting and you would bring Kento’s favorite food so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

One thing that drove Satoru wild was when you found out about his sweet tooth, you would occasionally greet him with a new treat. Knowing that you always made something solely for him caused Satoru to fall for you over and over again.

Your son was always ecstatic to see Satoru and Yuji, moreso Satoru since he was more on the same wavelength as your 6 year old son compared to Yuji, who would offer to help cook meals and clean up with you. It was amusing to see the difference in personality between the oldest and youngest guests that frequented your home.

Tonight in particular was in celebration for your son’s birthday, so you and and your mother were cooking him dinner while Satoru and Yuji kept Yu busy by telling him stories of his missions.

Your son admired Satoru and Yuji, almost as much as he admired his own father. There were times where you could swear the two of them brought out the innocence and wonder a child has before he goes back to his natural personality that resembled his father as if he was trying to hide acting like his own age.

You were grateful that both Satoru and Yuji were there to help fill part of the void Kento left, but there were nights where Yu would still cry himself to sleep because of how much he missed his father and it broke your heart because you know your child was suffering and there was only so much you could do.

Today was one of those days. This wasn’t the first birthday without Kento, but even though the years have gone by, it doesn’t get any easier for Yu as he was still young and he missed his father greatly. While Yuji and Satoru filled a role in his life, they would never replace the missing presence of his father.

“Have they contacted Yu at all?” Your mother asked, standing next to you while you were decorating the cake. You were making your son’s favorite cake: genoise sponge cake with strawberries and chocolate shavings.

You know who your mother was talking about; Kento’s parents. “No. They haven’t called or seen him at all.”

After Kento’s death, it was hard for them to accept it and in the end, you and your son were put to blame because he would have continued with his corporate job if you didn’t encourage him and he didn’t have a son to feed. Or if you had just gone back to taking missions instead of accepting the role of a stay at home mother.

You didn’t know where it came from because at the memorial service, you felt that they would be there for if not you, then your and Kento’s son at least. But they rejected him.

It pissed you off to no end. Your son was completely innocent throughout all of this and for his other grandparents to reject him solely based on their own grief hurt you. Of course you didn’t tell him the real reason why they stopped coming around, just that they moved away because staying in Tokyo was too painful for them.

The only reason you even knew about it was because you had called them last year to schedule a visit since it had been 2 years since Yu had seen his grandparents and you were told that the two of you were no longer family. Kento’s mother spat vicious venom at you, blaming the two of you for their loss as if you didn’t lose Kento as well.

To make matters worse, they even threatened to take Yu from you immediately after telling you he was no longer family. They were determined that you would kill their only grandson. But they didn’t expect you to stand your ground and fight them. One of the reasons Kento fell in love with you was because you were forthright when it came to matters that you deeply cared for. As soon as you were threatened with your own child, that was when you put your foot down, causing them to fall back on their threat.

A sigh escaped from your mother, snapping you back to the present.

“How can two people reject an innocent child?” She muttered to you and herself.

“I don’t even know, mom.” You responded. “But it’s their loss because they don’t see the person he’s grown up to be and will grow up to be. Besides,” you looked over at your shoulder to see Yu, Yuji and Satoru playing Mario Kart together that Yu received as a present. Yuji had let out a yell as Satoru successfully used a bomb on him in order to let Yu race to 1st, laughing loudly. The scenery made you smile.

“Everyone who loves him is here where they should be.”

After a few more rounds of Mario Kart, it was time for cake. As Yu made his way to the table with Yuji and Satoru at tow, you noticed the plastic crown on his head, which slid off as soon as he got onto the chair. Thankfully, you easily caught it and put it back on the top of his head.

“Where did you get this, my birthday boy? At school?” You asked, kissing his cheek.

“Uncle Gojo got it for me!” He answered happily. “He said all birthday boys and girls need it.”

You looked at Satoru and smiled at him before looking back at your son.

“Did you make sure to thank him?” You asked, which Yu nodded.

Yuji turned down the lights as your mother came in from the kitchen as you all sang happy birthday. You hugged your son while you sang to him and he kissed your cheek, patiently waiting until the singing was complete before he could blow out the candles.

Once they were all successfully blown, you noticed they immediately lit up again, causing Yu to blow them out once more. Again and again they lit up and the marvel that shone in his eyes was enough to make you laugh.

“Is this magic?!” He yelled, which caused the others to laugh.

“It’s a type of candle that lights back up when you blow it out. It’s meant to be a joke to trick the person they were bought for. I bought them.” Yuji explained, grinning.

Blowing them out once again, the candles began to spark as if they were coming back to life once again before they ceased all action. Turning the lights back on, you picked the candles off the cake before setting them aside.

The rest of the night passed quickly and both Yuji and your mom went home shortly before Yu had to prepare for bed.

Satoru stood next to you in the kitchen helping you clean with you washing the dishes and him rinsing and drying them.

“You know you didn’t have to help, right?” You said.

Satoru chuckled as he put the plate into the cabinet. He’d been over enough to know where everything went.

“I’m well aware I don’t, but I want to.” He responded, reaching for the next plate you were handing him to rinse and dry.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the running of your now 6 year old.

“I’m done mommy!” He yelled, passing by the kitchen and running into his room with you and Satoru watching.

The two of you looked at each other and giggled before you washed your hands to read Yu a bedtime story.

“I’ll be right back. We have a 2 chapter maximum.” You said as you left the kitchen and headed towards your son’s room.

Satoru wondered what you were reading to Yu, but then he remembered that Kento spent his time reading. Not to mention he was 6 and probably grew out of children's books so you had to read one more age appropriate. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned his attention back to the dishes so that you wouldn’t have to worry about finishing them.

An hour later, you quietly exited Yu’s room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed you. As your son was falling asleep, he began to cry for his father and it broke your heart in two. You had to hold back your own tears while you gently stroked your fingers through your son’s blonde hair.

Watching his sleeping form, the tears that you tried so hard to prevent from forming fell down your cheeks. You placed a hand over your mouth to prevent sounds from coming out as you cried over the heartbreak of Yu.

Turning around, you didn’t expect to see Satoru cleaning up the living room. You jumped in shock since you figured he would have gone home. Instead, he stayed to clean up and the fact that he wanted to help made your chest tighten.

Dropping everything in his hand, Satoru rushed over to you and gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, worry evident in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Somehow, that simple action caused your tears to begin flooding down your face before you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

Satoru froze for a millisecond before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He didn’t know what happened, but he was here for you and he wasn’t going to let go until you calmed. If he had it his way, he’d never let you go.

Hoping you couldn’t hear how his chest pounded, Satoru laid his cheek on the top of your head.

“Tell me what happened.” He soothed, gently rocking you back and forth in a calming manner.

Clutching onto his shirt, you sniffled.

“He misses Kento so much and it hurts. No matter how long he’s been gone, Yu cries for his father. And it just breaks my heart so much.” You said, your voice going an octave higher at the last sentence as you tried to hold back your sobs.

Satoru rubbed your back, staying quiet. You didn’t need a conversation or to be told everything would be ok — you needed someone to be there.

In the quiet of the night, the only noises were your sniffles before you calmed down. Yet you didn’t let go of Satoru.

You don’t know when it happened, but he became a source of comfort for you and just being near him brought you that calmness.

Even when you calmed down, Satoru didn’t let go of you, continually rubbing your back with his large hand, cheek on your head. He wasn’t going to say anything until you were ready. He would never push you to talk.

Pulling your head away from his chest, you looked directly at Satoru, who gazed into your eyes with a gentleness behind them.

You don’t know why you did it, but you leaned in, standing on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips onto his. You could feel him jolt in surprise, not making any moves before his grip around you tightened and the hand that was rubbing your back rested against the back of your head as he leaned into the kiss.

Lips molding together perfectly as if you were made for each other, Satoru tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you granted.

Tongues pressing against each other, you felt Satoru lean down with you before his hands were placed on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist shortly after. The sudden action caused you to moan.

Satoru walked backwards to your couch, masterfully maneuvering around other furniture as if he had the entire layout memorized. Sitting down with you on top of him straddling his lap, the hand on your back gently traced down before stopping above your ass, careful to not do any unwanted touches before his hand found its place on your hip, gently squeezing and rubbing circles with his thumb.

Breaking away from your lips, Satoru left kisses along your jaw before trailing down your neck and nipping at your collarbone, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips.

Satisfied with your reaction, Satoru left another nip on the other side before pressing a light kiss to it. Trailing his tongue up your neck, he kissed and nipped at your jaw.

“Mmm…Kento-ah!” You moaned before both of you froze.

You brought yourself back down to reality and pushed yourself away from Satoru, standing next to the touch with your back turned.

“(Y/N) I-“ Satoru began.

“I think it’s best if you leave.” You interrupted, not wanting to have a conversation.

Silence enveloped the room once more before you heard a silent ‘ok’. Shuffling sounded and you waited for the footsteps to fade away and the sound of the front door open and close before you dropped to the ground.

What possessed you to do such a thing? Even after you told yourself that you would never move on from Kento, you ended up making out with your friend.

And poor Satoru, you thought, you gave him the wrong signal during a low time and he ended up going along with it. You were the lowest of the low, using a good friend to fill the gap in your loneliness.

You walked to your room, shutting the door behind you before you sat down and cried with your hands covering your face.

You felt like you betrayed your husband. It sounds silly because he’s been dead for 3 years, but in your heart of hearts it felt like betrayal to you.

The next day after taking Yu to school, you decided to visit Kento on an off day in hopes you could get some clarity.

Walking up the hill, you see a mop of white hair standing in front of your husband’s grave, his hands in his pockets looking down at Kento’s grave sorrowfully.

Sensing you were there, Satoru looked at you, seemingly shocked to see you as you were him; which was understandable since you visited on specific days every week.

You turned your head away, choosing to not look at Satoru. Even while he was wearing his blindfold, you could feel his eyes boring into your skull. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you opted to come back tomorrow instead.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to spend time with Kento.” You turned and began to descend the hill until you felt Satoru’s hand gently wrap around yours.

“(Y/N) wait!” He called out. “Please listen to what I have to say and I promise I’ll leave.”

Without looking back at him out of pure embarrassment, you made no further move to leave. Your fingers wrapped around his to indicate that he could continue.

Satoru looked down and pursed his lips. He fucked up. Royally so. But he still tried so hard to fight his feelings for you until you were ready.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” He began. “It was selfish and stupid of me to take advantage of you when you were grieving. But I can’t deny holding back my feelings for you anymore.”

Threading his fingers in between yours, he gulped — nervous to tell you in fear of losing you forever.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You were shocked at the sudden confession and turned to look at Satoru, who still was looking down at the ground.

“Satoru, I-“ You began.

“I don’t think I can pretend that I can wait anymore until you’re ready to move on. I know that you don’t feel like you ever will, but we never know what the future holds.”

Slipping his fingers from his free hand onto his blindfold, pulling it down his face as he lifts his head to look at you. You stilled at the look in his eyes; so full of resolve and love as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If you’ll allow me to, I would like to keep loving you. And if the time comes where you’re ready to move on, please give me the chance to show you that I can make you happy.”

The combination of the determination and the confession itself caused your heart to skip a beat. You felt your cheeks begin to heat as if you felt his love in your own body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from his shining blue eyes, staring straight at you.

“Satoru, I. I don’t know.” Your breathing picked up the pace. You felt as if you were panicking. “You didn’t take advantage of me but I took advantage of you. I was comforted by the never ending kindness you’ve shown me and I…” Tears began to form as you spoke. “I’m a horrible person, Satoru. I shouldn’t have used you in that way to comfort my own feelings. And to even say his name instead.”

Satoru immediately stepped to you, letting go of your hand in order to place both hands on your cheeks. Wiping away the stray tears that fell, he gently shushed you.

“It’s understandable. You haven’t been with anyone after him. Your feelings haven’t strayed from him.”

You shook your head. “Of course I love him. He’s my husband but I…I feel something for you Satoru. And it feels wrong, like I shouldn’t be feeling anything except for what I feel for Kento.”

Satoru jolted for a split second before pressing his forehead against yours.

“(Y/N). It’s ok, don’t force yourself to feel anything for me, even if it’s the tiniest. I’m willing to wait for you no matter how long it takes. I won’t ask you to stop feeling your love for him because I don’t want you to.

It just shows me that when you love, your love is so strong that it transcends anything; even death.”

You closed your eyes as your tears continued to spill.

“Thank you Satoru. For everything. I don’t want to lose you though, even as a friend.” You cried.

“You won’t. Ever. Even if you’ll never feel anything for me, I won’t ever stop being your friend. You’re too important to me.” He responded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You’re important to me too, Satoru. You and Yuji are such great influences for Yu and he loves you so much. I’d hate for him to lose you. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“You won’t. Neither one of you will. I promise.”

You nodded and looked up at Satoru. His crystal blue eyes never once stopped looking at you and it was as if after his confession you could clearly see the love resembled in them. How could you ever ask anyone to keep their feelings to themselves? You understood why he confessed and it would be wrong of you to pretend he never had.

The relationship between you was forever changed whether you liked it or not. But it was a change you were happy to welcome. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but eventually.

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"Descendants 3" Sentence Starters

GOOD TO BE BAD

"You all know you're the best."

"Now's your chance."

"It's time to get up on your feet and dance."

"Anybody wanna be like us?"

"Your life could change today."

"These streets named after us because we paved the way."

"Everyone come and take your shot."

"Everyone's gonna get their chance."

"It's good to be bad, and we're proof of that."

"We're here to celebrate."

"You best not hesitate."

"Today's the day that you won't forget."

"The best to come ain't happened yet."

"Take a bow, it won't be your last."

QUEEN OF MEAN

"I'm so tired of pretending."

"Where's my happy ending?"

"I followed all the rules."

"I never asked for anything that wasn't mine."

"Now I feel this overwhelming pain."

"I'm kinda like a perfect picture with a broken frame."

"I know exactly who to blame."

"I never thought of myself as mean."

"I always thought that I'd be the queen."

"There's on in between."

"Now there's a devil on my shoulder where the angels used to be."

"Being nice was my pastime."

"I've been hurt for the last time."

"I won't ever let another person take advantage of me."

"There's nobody getting close to me."

"Your nightmare's my dream."

"The price that I'm willing to pay is expensive."

"There's nothing to lose when you're lonely and friendless."

"I want what I deserve."

"I want to rule the world."

"It's finally my turn."

DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO

"You're talking to a god."

"I don't wanna hear the drama."

"Kindness ain't my brand."

"Oh, I guess that's why you ran."

"Try being married to your mama."

"I didn't come to fight."

"For once, do something right."

"I steal souls, were you expecting flowers?"

"I've given you everything, by giving you nothing."

"I did what I had to do."

"No, you only did what's best for you."

"Well, you could learn a thing or two."

"When push comes to shove you do what you gotta do."

"You were never there."

"You need to let it go."

"You're stronger with those daddy issues."

"My attention would've made you softer."

"Should I be proud?"

"Don't turn this thing around."

"I guess you are your father's daughter."

"Don't think I need you, I just came here for something."

"I made it on my own, no thanks to you."

"You can keep your memories now."

NIGHT FALLS

"Watch your back."

"We can counter their attack."

"This could get a little sticky."

"They got us outnumbered one to fifty."

"Put your differences aside 'cause right now we're on the same side."

"We'll stay together 'til the battle is done."

"It doesn't mean that we're on the same side."

"This situation's getting kinda heavy."

"If we stick together, we can make it out alive."

"This is all-out war, they got us outnumbered."

"We are not going under, we will never run for cover."

"I got your back."

ONE KISS

"Don't freak out, it's okay."

"True love can save the day."

"I think we feel the same, but I don't know."

"Do I love him/her/them? And is it strong enough?"

"It all comes down to this."

"This moment could be it."

"Keep it cool, keep it calm."

"Could we be a perfect match?"

"There's only one way to really know."

MY ONCE UPON A TIME

"Here you are alone, and you deserve it."

"You had a cause to serve, but did you serve it."

"Did you see yourself in a way that wasn't true?"

"This is not your father's fairytale."

"No, it's not your mother's fault you fail."

"Why tell all those lies?"

"You feel unworthy."

"Sacrifice is not a firm foundation."

"You cannot build a castle on a mountain made of sand."

"Turns out it's you who's not awake."

"That's how I see my once upon a time."

"Life is not a storybook but life unfolds in chapters."

"Turn the page and start to make amends."

"There's no prewritten guarantee of happily ever after."

"Step into your greatness before your story ends."

BREAK THIS DOWN

"It's time to bring it together."

"Time for a brand new start."

"I see you, you see me."

"Face to face we can see clearly."

"We come together for a good time."

"We're gonna break this down."

"We're gonna rock the town."

"Just be whoever like this."

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she-karev · 5 months

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Mother's Day (Jolex Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Canon Episode: In Between Season 18 Episode 16 and 17

Ship: Alex and Jo

AN: Happy Mother’s Day guys! I decided to write chapters to celebrate this occasion where we say thanks to the mothers that raised us and put our well-being above their own.

Summary: Alex and Andrew try to put together a toy for Luna that proves to be impossible with the nonsensical instructions causing them to start to break down. Meanwhile Jo talks to her pregnant sister in law, Amber.

Words: 3760

May 12, 2022

Jo stands in front of the surgical board writing down Jo Karev for a lap appy in O.R. 3 this morning. Alex walks down the hall surprised to see her in her navy-blue scrubs instead of her pale pink ones that she got after she decided to switch from general surgery to OBGYN.

He remembers when she decided on this change two years ago during the pandemic. She told him she needed to bring joy back to her life and knew that switching specialties was the way to do it.

He was shocked at first but eventually he supported her decision even bragging about how he was married to a soon to be double board-certified surgeon. Now seeing her in navy blue scrubs feels wrong somehow maybe it’s because he got used to the pink scrubs. He approaches her.

“Hey.”

Jo finishes writing her name, “Hey I can’t make it for lunch today I have a surgery that’s gonna run till 1 in the afternoon and then I have a partial colectomy after so I won’t clock out till 8. Are you good eating alone and taking Luna home without me?”

“Yeah, sure but first I want to know when you decided to switch back to surgery? I mean don’t get me wrong, pink, baby blue, dark blue you look good in all of those scrubs it’s just hard to keep track of what stage you’re in right now.”

“Well right now I am part general surgeon and part OB. Bailey guilted me into returning to the O.R. because the hospital is falling apart and more surgeries are getting cancelled by the minute. Even with DeLuca helping out there’s still at least 4 patients waiting and without any residents to assist we’re in the trenches.”

“Yeah, times are dark. Okay if it gets to be too much you know where to find me. And if Bailey tries to guilt trip me, I’ll just remind her that you got into OB so you wouldn’t fall into a depressive state during the pandemic and working you to death is gonna risk that again.”

Jo looks at Alex touched, “You would stand up to the chief for me?”

“I would stand up to God himself if I thought you or Luna needed my help. Not that she doesn’t need it with a fierce and kind mama like you.” Alex grins as does Jo who groans when she remembers something.

“I gotta assemble that baby stroller thing that I got yesterday so Luna can start walking. Maybe if I start tonight, I can finish it by the morning.”

Alex looks at his watch, “I get out early today maybe I can take Luna and assemble it before you get home.”

Jo widens her eyes at that, “Are you sure? I can assemble it another day it’s no trouble at all.”

“Don’t be silly it can help Luna walk and it’s just a toy for a baby its not exactly rocket science.”

“Yeah, but it feels like it is and unlike you I’ve done this before. Trust me when I say it’s gonna feel impossible.”

Alex grins amused and rubs Jo’s arms, “It’s gonna be great. You can think of it as a Mother’s Day gift along with the cake and velvet boxed jewelry I got you.”

Jo looks shocked at the date, “Wait its Mother’s Day? How did I miss that?”

“Maybe because we’re busy and we can barely remember our birthdays and anniversaries let alone a day dedicated to good moms. But needless to say, I remembered and feel like giving you a day of cherishing along with our daughter.”

Jo smiles at that, “Well when you put it like that how can I refuse? Okay the box is in the nursery you can find the instructions inside along with a Xanax in case you get stressed by how difficult it is.”

“Jo, I operate on kids for a living trust me some baby toy is not gonna beat me. It’s gonna look great by the time you get home and Luna will be walking in style.” He kisses her and leaves her to grin at herself hoping that Alex’s cockiness will be warranted.

3 PM

Alex enters the house carrying Luna in his arms along with her diaper bag. He exhales in the relief of comfort at his house before heading upstairs to the yellow nursery where he sees a V Tech sit to stand learning walker for girls with the colorful toy pictured all over the large box. A baby is walking holding the stroller so it can advertise its usefulness in developing child mobility.

Alex kneels down next to the box still holding Luna, “You know when me and your auntie Amber were learning to walk, we just held on to table ends and tried not to fall. We didn’t have toys or contraptions that made it fun for us. So, we’re gonna do it differently with you Little Moon, new baby, new tradition. Let’s do this kid.”

He puts Luna in her sit up floor seat so she can be across from him while he opens the box and takes the disassembled parts out piece by piece. He took out the instructions inside the box and saw that they were in Chinese. He flipped to the English section and saw from the diagram that the first step is to insert the easy to grip handle.

He reads the instructions, “Okay first step is…” The instructions might as well be in Chinese because he can’t make out what it’s trying to tell him, “Insert to parts for assemble which toy can have immediately.” He is taken back by this strange instruction and looks at Luna, “Can you make out what that means?” Luna’s only response was a raspberry to his amusement, “Okay it’s fine we got this, we are both smart and capable people who can put together a simple toy for you to walk with. It’s easy as pie.”

Meanwhile

Jo is at the beginning stages of a partial colectomy with her sister-in-law Amber DeLuca nee Karev assisting. She decided to let her sister assist her in her surgeries since she needs to learn as a resident even with all the residency program on probation. She feels bad for Amber knowing it isn’t what she signed up for when she first joined but she doesn’t show it because she knows Amber wants to hang tough and not show weakness. She mentally snorts at the similarities between her and Alex since it’s what Alex would do too.

As sad as Amber is in her work life, she’s making up for it with the joy in her personal life when she told them that she and DeLuca were pregnant back in March. Jo knew that she and DeLuca decided to try to have a baby and gave them her full support already embracing being an aunt and Luna having a cousin. It’s the kind of family she wished she had growing up and is grateful for Luna never having to know what that feels like.

“How’s the morning sickness?”

“It’s mostly gone. It only comes up after I eat a bagel with strawberry cream cheese so I cut that off.”

Jo sees the colon and keeps talking as she cuts, “Have you guys already started preparing for the baby when it comes?”

“We’re just going along with it as it goes. I want to know the sex first and then paint the nursery, I know there is neutral colors but I don’t want my baby’s room to look like vomit or a crab condiment. God knows there’s gonna be enough fluids as it is.”

Jo groans in disgust, “I know, how can so many disgusting things come out of something so cute and so small? It’s why I bought a diaper genie; I just wish it came with a maid to do the diapers and clean up the spit-up.”

“You’re really winning me over on motherhood.” Amber retorts sarcastically.

“But it’s all worth it.” Jo states with a smile behind her mask, “To have this small and wonderful person and claim her as your own it’s a new kind of love that takes you over and…makes you see life in a whole new way. Don’t worry your gonna do great and so is your man. And in case you need practice you guys can hijack Luna whenever you want. Preferably Friday nights so I can have sex with my hot, cranky husband.”

“Ugh can you not talk about that, that’s my brother and I’m afraid my morning sickness is gonna come back.”

Jo chuckles, “Sorry you know Luna is really excited about having a cousin. She even clapped when I read Forever Cousins the other night for bedtime.”

Amber grins, “Aww that’s sweet, it’s gonna be kind of cool, isn’t it? Us raising our kids together at the same time.”

“It does sound cool; I’m already seeing us having barbeque on the weekends with the guys grilling and us just sitting back and drinking cheap wine while the kids are playing on the swing set in the back.”

“Jo by then swing sets will probably be dead and our kids will play with virtual reality goggles or whatever technology is gonna take them away from precious family time.”

Jo starts dissecting the colon, “Well you get my point I’m just really excited. I used to think I would never get those sitcom families that fight and make up in the end with the audience cheering in the background. And now here I am a mom and a soon to be aunt, I’m probably gonna compete with Carina over who’s the favorite but I will welcome it.”

Amber chuckles, “It would be nice to see that and if we have a girl, you guys can hand us some of Luna’s old clothes and recommend toys for us.”

“Well hopefully one is being assembled as we speak. I got Luna this walking toy that’s supposed to encourage babies to take their first steps. I was gonna assemble it after work but then Bailey asked me to operate so Alex offered to do it instead. He said it was a Mother’s Day gift along with the cake I saw in the fridge this morning.”

“That’s nice of him.”

Jo inhales uneasily, “Yeah hopefully he survives with his sanity intact.”

Amber narrows her eyes at that, “Jo it’s a toy for babies how hard can it be to put together?”

Two Hours Later

Alex tries to push the number 3 button shaped like a square onto the console but it doesn’t stick in causing him to groan in misery. He’s been trying to put together the toy for the past two hours and so far he’s only gotten as far as the easy to grip handle that has one end sticking out. Luna has been at the front seat of her dad’s failure with a blank face.

The instructions get more confusing as he reads along making him think that the English translation was rough from the Chinese. He’s starting to see why Jo underestimated his ability to put it together. It makes him appreciate her even more knowing how hard it must have been to play handy man with crappy instructions. Honestly it was a miracle she didn’t have a nervous breakdown since he’s close to having one. Luckily the instructions are also in Italian so he called his brother-in-law to translate hoping it sounds intelligible in his language. Andrew DeLuca enters the nursery surprised to find Alex cross legged on the floor holding a button and glaring at it like he wants to kill it. He clears his throat and cautiously approaches him.

“Hey man how’s it going?”

Alex growls under his breath, picks up the manual and reads out one of the steps, “Gently forward piece for coupling with warning about many danger. Can you make out what that means? Because either I am missing something or China is trying to make us insane with these instructions making it easier to attack.”

Andrew spots the button on his hand and points to the console, “That 3 button your holding looks like it goes right there.”

Alex chuckles darkly, “Yeah it does doesn’t it? Here let me just fit it in there.” Alex tries to put the button in the console but it refuses to merge no matter how hard he pushes, “I have an MD, I was the interim chief of surgery and I run my own department. A department for kids so toys are what I give them all day so they can feel better about me cutting into them. This toy is for my daughter so that she can walk so why the hell is it not letting me teach her how to walk!”

Andrew looks at Luna in her floor seat where she’s teething, “I think your teaching her about how to have a nervous breakdown properly.” Andrew grins but Alex has none of it as he glares at his brother-in-law, “Right not the time to be funny. Doesn’t the store have some kind of service to put these things together?”

Alex throws the button to the floor, “It does but this damn thing costs 50 bucks and it costs another 50 to put it together.”

“It’s a gig economy. So why am I here then?”

Alex holds out the manual to him from the floor, “There are instructions in Italian and you read it don’t you?”

He grabs the manual and flips the page, “Yeah.”

“Great then you can translate and hopefully Italy is smart enough to translate into actual sentences.”

Andrew raises his eyebrow at the menial task, “You called me over here to be your translator? I’m pretty sure there’s an app where you take a picture of the page and it can translate.”

Alex pinches the bridge of his nose, “I am on the brink of losing it so forgive me if I’ve forgotten about the advancements of technology. Now either you sit down and help me put this damn thing together or the nursery will be painted red instead.”

Andrew eyes widen at that threat knowing full well how violent his in-laws can be. He kneels down and reads the instructions, “Okay let me read this and translate…” His eyebrows furrow at the instructions reading them out loud to Alex, “To make seat with secure fasten red pin C to happy. Huh…I guess Italy got it wrong too.” Alex grabs one of Luna’s plushies and squeezes the bunny in anger taking a deep inhale and exhale. Andrew tries to read the instructions and Luna is in her chair giving a wide grin as if mocking them.

8:17 PM

Jo enters her house with Amber behind her carrying wine for her and Alex and mineral water for Amber. They head to the kitchen to set the bottles down on the counter and Jo looks around at the empty room.

“Where is Alex? He said he would be home by now.” Amber shrugs and they hear a shout coming from upstairs that sounds like Alex. They look at each other confused before Jo grabs the tiny screen that’s connected to the HelloBaby monitor camera upstairs in Luna’s room. They look at the monitor to find Alex in there sitting on the floor in front of the desecrated toy he said he would build for Jo. Jo sighs gathering the information, “I guess my husband got overconfident again and is suffering the consequences.” Jo sees Luna still in her seat giggling at the scene, “On the bright side Luna is enjoying her real-life sitcom that is her daddy building a toy.”

Amber leans in closer when she spots a familiar person sitting next to Alex leaning forward on his knees holding a purple wheel that’s supposed to go with the walker. She sees him from the side and can tell he is about to lose it, “What is Andrew doing in there?”

Jo grins amused, “Questioning his stance on pending fatherhood maybe.” Amber looks at Jo with a raised eyebrow and looks back at the screen.

Meanwhile

Alex takes a deep breath trying to keep the toy standing up with the purple back legs providing support. It looks almost like the box depicts it as except the buttons are hanging out and not pushed in and the pink phone is discarded on the floor. He barely makes a dent in inserting the legs into the main front with one wheel missing that he spots in Andrew’s hands as he is leaning against his knees no doubt as cranky as him about this cursed toy. He grabs the wheel and tries to put the wheel in but instead it makes the entire toy structure crumble down and the buttons are scattered across the floor. Alex and Andrew look on in angsty defeat while Luna grins at the carnage no doubt thinking this is playtime.

Andrew quickly stands up, frustration evident on his face, “I give up I tried man I tried but this-this cazzo is impossible!” Alex merely sits in silent defeat while Andrew goes in a rant, “Porca miseria I’ve been beaten up, I’ve been stabbed, I’ve worked in Italy while it was a hot pandemic spot but this toy for your daughter is the evilest thing I have ever faced! Sono un dannato chirurgo e non riesco a mettere insieme un cazzo di giocattolo.” (Translation: I’m a damn surgeon and I can’t put a fucking toy together.) Alex looks at Andrew taken back by him ranting in Italian but his brother-in-law doesn’t notice as he continues his tirade, “Come farò a fare questo per mio bambino? e perché hanno bisogno di giocattoli fantasiosi per camminare?” (Translation: How will I do this for my baby? And why do they need fancy toys for walking?)

Alex nods but doesn’t catch one word of his speech and overlaps in his rambling, “I can see that your very upset.”

Andrew doesn’t listen while Luna looks at her uncle blankly no doubt not even registering his foreign language, “Non li avevamo e tutto è andato bene. È dannatamente pazzesco che queste istruzioni non abbiano senso, non significano un cazzo!” (Translation: We didn’t have them and we’re fine. It’s damn crazy that these instructions don’t make sense, they don’t mean shit!)

A loud cough stops Andrew in his rant causing him and Alex to turn to find Amber and Jo standing outside the door with concerned grins on both of their faces. Jo walks past the men as they start to calm down and picks up Luna from her seat.

“Did your daddy and uncle have a hard time today, Luna Bear?” Jo looks down at Alex in sympathy causing him to stand up in exhaustion, “Did you learn any new Italian words from your uncle Andrew?”

Andrew sighs at that, “I didn’t realize I slipped back into my native tongue.”

Amber pouts at Andrew putting her hand over his chest, “You hit your breaking point?”

“This thing is evil.” Andrew states in his most serious voice, “It-It is designed so that parents can’t make it and their kids’ development is held off until the damn employee at the store assembles it and makes money from our misery.”

“You and I are finally in agreement.” Alex states rubbing his temples and sits in the rocking chair tired.

Andrew inhales and exhales before speaking, “I have a new hatred for China and our countries inability to translate correctly. How would you feel about a potato and a stick for our baby to play with instead? I mean you didn’t get a fancy stroller and you turned out okay.”

Amber squeezes Andrew’s shoulder in comfort, “I would make fun of you for not assembling a toy but I have a feeling I would incite another Italian soap opera scene.”

“I think we’re gonna hold off on you learning to walk until I can assemble this thing and show your daddy how it’s done.” Jo bounces Luna up and down smiling at her, “Yeah you’ll learn soon that mommy has all the answers yes she does.”

“She really does.” Alex agrees in a tired tone before standing up and standing in front of his family with a guilty look, “I’m sorry. I wanted to show you guys how much I love and appreciate you but instead I showed you all the ways a guy can screw up what a mom can’t.”

Jo grins at Alex in appreciation, “We already know how much you love us, you don’t have to put together a toy that even NASA couldn’t assemble. The fact that you tried to and never gave up is enough for us.” Jo kisses Alex while holding Luna with Andrew and Amber still in the room looking away awkwardly.

Amber turns to Andrew with a smile, “How about this Bob the Builders to show us how much you appreciate the things we do for your current and future kid’s you guys can make us dinner and then after we can eat that cake in the fridge. Meanwhile me, Jo, and Luna will put together this toy that seems to have broken you.” Andrew groans in agreement with Alex rubbing the back of his neck, “Is that a good compromise boys?”

The men look at each other for a moment and nod, “I’ll get the stuff to make chicken tetrazzini.”

“I’ll pre heat the stove.” Alex offers gladly and both of them walk out of the room determined to get away from the baby toy that is scattered all over the floor. Jo and Amber chuckle at their husband’s helplessness and sit down on the floor in front of the toy parts with Luna in Jo’s lap.

“Oh, Luna Bear where would you be without mommy?”

Amber picks up the purple handle, “Probably still laughing at her daddy and uncle’s expense. How do you…” Amber tries to put the handle together with the front but it doesn’t to her ire, “I can see why my husband had an Italian breakdown.”

“Give it to me.” Amber hands Jo the handle that she attaches to the front with laughable ease to Amber’s shock.

“How did you do that?”

“Oh, honey you should’ve seen me when I tried to assemble Luna’s activity garden, that made our men’s scene look like amateur acting.”

Amber chuckles, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

Jo grins at her pregnant sister-in-law, “Happy Mother's Day.”

#greys anatomy #greysedit #grey's anatomy #greysanatomyedit #alex karev #jo wilson #jolex #andrew deluca #amber karev #mothers day #motherslove #mother #headcanon #mine

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Hello, can I have a urgent request please? Headcanons platonic jjk (itadori, nanami, sukuna) with best friend!reader that learned she can't have kids? My gf found out today she is infertile and it's hard for her since she always wanted kids and I'm trying everything to help her feel better and she really like your headcanons, so some headcanons of them comforting reader please, thank you so much!!

Itadori, Nanami, and Sukuna (Separate) Comforting BestFriend!Reader Who Finds Out She Can't Have Children

Pairings: Itadori x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Nanami x Fem!Reader (Platonic), Sukuna x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of infertility and not being able to have children, sadness, hopelessness

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you receive bad news that you can't have children even though it's been your dream to become a mother one day. You go to your best friends for some comfort and they come through for you

[A/N: Hello! Thank you for coming to me with this urgent request. I wrote it as fast as I could. I'm so sorry to hear that you GF received such bad news about something she's been dreaming of for so long. I glad she likes my work though, and I really hope this can help her feel better, even if it's just a tiny bit. I'm sending her all the biggest and most warm hugs right now! <3]

Itadori:

Itadori is shocked to say the least

He remembers all the times you’d excitedly ramble on and on about becoming a mother and having a child of your own; how you’d take care of them, what clothes you’d buy for them, lists upon lists of potential baby names that would be cute

Yet, in a matter of seconds, all those dreams came crashing down for you and Itadori was heartbroken for you

He’d be your shoulder to cry on and your listening ear whenever you’re ready to really talk about it

“I’m so sorry things turned out this way for you, Y/N. I’m not entirely sure what I can say to help you feel better, but if you need anything at all, I’ll be there for you in a second. You know that right?”

Probably one of the best comforters out there, he tries his best to take your mind off of the bad news by having movie nights with you, or inviting you out for dinner or just to hangout around the city

He’s really worried about you and wants you to seek professional help so you can talk so someone who can help you truly overcome this horrible news and maybe offer you some steps you can take moving forward that might give you a little more hope towards your future family

He’s with you every step of the way, no matter what you decide to do; whether you want to keep trying with your partner, or if you want to look into adoption, he’ll be your backbone all the way through

Just a little cute thing he does: whenever Mother’s Day comes, he wishes you a Happy Mother’s Day, even if you don’t have a child, because he knows how amazing of a mother you would have been and he doesn’t want you to feel left out of a celebration that you should be included in!

Nanami:

Nanami the realist–he is disappointed for you because he knows how good of a mother you would have been

He’s very understanding of your sadness and does his best to try to cheer you up in anyway that he can

But he immediately starts thinking of other options that you could take; choices you still have as a young woman who wants to start her own family

He does all the research for you (yes he’ll go into overtime for you, his best friend) and sets it aside to bring it up at a later time when you aren’t so down

Surrogate, adoption, other treatments–there are plenty of options for you to take

“I don’t want to bring your hopes up by presenting all these options to you if they don't work. I mean, many women have been deemed infertile, but were able to have a child eventually thanks to all these treatments. It’s up to you and your partner now. You can both decide what you want to do, and I’ll be here if you need anything at all. You know you can call me at anytime of the day”

He’s very cautious around you and doesn’t want to accidentally be blunt or pressure you into talking about something you’re not ready to talk about yet, so in the meantime while you’re sorting through all your confusing, and painful emotions, he remains by your side and offers as much support as he can

He’s a little awkward though, not gonna lie

If you’re watching a movie with him and there's a scene with a mother and her child, he gets all stiff and turns it off

Or if you’re out in public and see a family with kids all together, he turns you around before you can see it, in fear that it might make you feel sad

He’s very attentive and will quite literally drop anything to help you or just listen to you if you ever need him

Sukuna:

How did you manage to tame and befriend Sukuna? I have no idea, but for some reason he’s extremely, uncharacteristically, soft around you

You’d expect the man deemed so evil to laugh in your face as soon as he hears the news, but instead, he’s shocked

He was lowkey hoping to be the godfather or at least an uncle to your children one day in the future, but that future seemed to dwindle from his mind as well as yours

He might act a little sarcastic and brush it off like it’s nothing, just so he doesn’t make a big deal about it in front of you and potentially make you feel even worse, but deep down he’s really disappointed

Probably tries some sketchy methods to make it possible for you to have children again? Is that possible? Idk, but he brought Itadori back to life so maybe

If you don’t want him interfering though, then please tell him clearly and firmly with as much detail as possible that you don’t want him to, because he will try and find a loophole around your words

And honesty, Sukuna hates children, but for some reason the sound of a child that YOU had made didn’t sound so bad to him, so he really hates the idea of adoption

After a few weeks of you finding out the bad news, he’d probably encourage you to not give up

Ignore him if this bothers you or tell him to shut up (don’t worry he won’t hurt you, he’d never hurt you. No matter what you do to him)

“I’m sorry for always bringing it up. Just tell me if you don’t want me to bring it up again and I won’t.”

Look at that, you got this man to apologize for the first time in his life

But really, he feels for you and he hates to see you so upset, he’ll actually destroy the world for you, his best friend, so keep him on a short leash

Becomes very protective over you, so let’s hope he doesn’t catch anyone saying anything bad to you about you not being able to have children because he’s crazy, he WILL fight (or worse) again keep that leash short and hold on firmly because he’s a loose canon

You do find that being around him and his unique personality does cheer you up eventually, he’s good at distracting you by saying something so out of pocket about someone that you can’t help BUT to laugh

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/5/2022

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v-anrouge · 6 months

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Answer some or all, I want to know more about you 👀 that wasn’t the right emoji but oh well I’m using voice to text

Do you have freckles?

Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it?

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with?

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now?

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends?

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go?

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy?

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

1- actually yeah but theyre super super super light so u can barely see them

2- coffee, i hate tea. i drink it with milk and sugar

3- more KDA

4- side, shrimping

5- yes:3 rook vil and my childhood plush

6- drawing

7- one, and it has to be thin

8- DONT DO THID TO ME I CANT DECIDE

9- june 19

10- 5'3 💀

11- very dark brown

12- all my mooties

13- abandonment, forests, insects, worm like things, heaven, dogs

14- blue and purple

15- winter 100%

16- yes! maybe of a deer, not realistic tho

17- i want all my piercings back my mom made me take them off so now im only left w my bites and the cheek ones😔

18- my mother

19- my lesbian irl :3 like two years?

20- peace

21- okay-ish

22- like 4 or 5?

23- i don't care for them

24- like 1 hour ago, obey me 💀

25- i don't think there are decades to be celebrated humans are evil in all of them

26- cute things, children movies and cartoons, they make me happy

27- i haven't read in LONG because books in brazil are way more expensive than i can afford

28- okay i think

29- yes😭

30- getting a job that i actually like

31- moving with my irl

32- to my irl's house :3

33- locked shut

34- oleanders!

35- nope

36- HATE IT

37- CATSSS

38- insects, worm like things..i think that's it?

39- yeah💀

40- no, but also yes, i dislike beaches because in there's always those fucking sand dollars , i prefer it sunny because the water is cold

41- GUMBALL!!!

42- I CANT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYONE SAD FOR NOT BEING HERE

43- two older brothers

44- my irl

45- my irl...

46- distract myself and talk to people i like (usually my irl)

47- no i havent 😭

48- my irl <3

49- it's a fight between me and my mom id rather not, sorry

50- I have absolutely no idea what to ask tbh😭 uhmm i guess id like to ask why so many ppl like me

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 caspian

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waltwhitmansbeard · 11 months

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a my fair lady playlist

a year ago today i posted the first chapter of my fair lady, which was supposed to be a little thing that i just needed to get out of my head after reading @romeoandjulietyouwish's for the love of a princess. 144 chapters and one year of obsession later, what i got is my biggest writing project to date. it was also my first real foray into the cr fandom, which has since become, frankly, the biggest part of my life, and i'm just endlessly grateful to each of you who read and interacted with mfl in any way. i'm so lucky to have gotten to share this with all of you.

so to celebrate, i have assembled a way-too-long playlist inspired by the events of mfl. the songs represent the moments and feelings that most stood out to me (or that i could find an appropriate song for, lol). it was fun trying to remember everything that happened (as of rn the entire fic is 450 pages in google docs so...there's a lot) and piece together the story through song. i've written a little blurb to justify each choice in the cut below, but you can listen to the playlist on spotify here! thanks again for sticking around!

1. "My Fair Lady" - KALEO as the song from which i took all the titles for the series, i couldn't not start off with this one. i can't even hear this song now without thinking of mfl.

2. "Security" - Joss Stone since this is a song about being there for a friend in a time of crisis, i thought it was the perfect choice for the beginning of keyleth and percy's lifelong friendship. percy showed up in zephrah traumatized and barely holding it together, and keyleth was the rock that kept him from collapsing.

3. "Best of Friends" - Pearl Bailey marisha put this one on one of her keyleth playlists to represent keyleth and percy, and she was right! is there any better song for those two growing up as best friends?

4. "Fountain" - Sara Lov keyleth grew up under the shadow of her mother's loss and the pressure of a nation's expectations. someone give this child a BREAK!

5. "Uptown Girl" - Billy Joel oh, you think this is about vax and keyleth? WRONG. percy is an uptown girl and vex is his downtown man coming to shake his world.

6. "Stay Awake" - London Grammar how many nights did keyleth and vax stay up with the moon, learning to love each other? who did they become with no one but the shadows and each other to watch them grow?

7. "goodnight n go" - Ariana Grande this song just gives me such intense vex vibes. she wants so bad to get percy out from under her skin but no dice, he's there to stay.

8. "Foolish Thing" - Darren Criss vax knows that he absolutely cannot be catching feelings for the princess for any number of reasons. but that doesn't stop him from being a dumbfuck in love!

9. "Sacrilege" - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs keyleth knows that she absolutely cannot be catching feelings for her guard for any number of reasons. but that doesn't stop her from being a dumbfuck in love!

10. "You Get Me" - Michelle Branch even though she grew up royalty, keyleth never felt like she fit in in her own world. she was always different, out of place. but vax sees her strange edges and knows the shape they make.

11. "Dreams" - Caroline Glaser keyleth is down bad! she can't sleep without vax there, and vax is more than happy to reassure her that she's it for him.

12. "Take Me to Church" - Hozier this is my pick for some night just seem forever lasting, because if there's one thing vax is gonna do it's worship on his knees at keyleth's altar.

13. "Holy" - King Princess keyleth is busy with a nation and a war but she has time at the end of the day to fuck her man, and that's what really matters.

14. "Into You" - Ariana Grande this one is for the true sluts of the castle, vex and percy. stay horny, you absolute lovesick fools.

15. "River of Tears" - Alessia Cara just absolute depression and forlorn longing from vax and keyleth both when they're forced to be apart. drama queens, the both of them.

16. "The Lightning Strike (Part I: What If This Storm Ends?)" - Snow Patrol remember that time keyleth summoned lightning and used it to strike a bunch of attackers dead? so do i, and so does vax. it was his first time being confronted with the possibilities of the wild power she wields, and it definitely isn't something he was ever going to forget.

17. "Rich Youth" - Hayley Kiyoko keyleth and tiberius were both raised in the shadow of powerful fathers, and they came together to advocate for a future that represents the nations they want to lead.

18. "My Immortal" - Evanescence thank you to @ravendruid for the suggestion! does anything say vaxleth more than melodramatic longing? this song is for all the lingering heartbreak as they tried (and ultimately failed) to stay apart for so long.

19. "I Don't Mind" - Darren Criss one of my favorite pieces of writing from mfl was keyleth's proposal to vax. he's so convinced that she'd be better off without him, and all she wants to do is convince him that he's worth all the trouble waiting them.

20. "Love Story" - Taylor Swift forgive me for adding taylor swift to this list but you gotta admit, it's very appropriate for the vaxleth wedding.

21. "Dancing in the Rain" - Johannes Bornlöf let me be indulgent! this is the song i picked to play while reading the wedding chapter, so ofc it makes the list.

22. "The Deal" - Mitski thank you to @crispysnake for the suggestion! i mean, this is absolutely vax carrying his dead wife's body beneath the castle and striking a deal with the raven queen to bring her back. it's like it's what the song was written for.

23. "Castle" - Halsey just big keyleth charging to the throne room to demand her father release vax energy with this one.

24. "Growing, Growing, Gone" - Theo Katzman korrin was confronted very suddenly with the reality that his little girl wasn't a little girl anymore. she has a whole life ahead of her that is outside of him, and that's hard for a dad to come to terms with.

25. "Kiki (feat. Iron and Wine)" - Rett Madison y'all, the way i SCREAMED when i first heard this song on rett's new album!!! i just imagine vilya trying to reach out to keyleth, to let her know that she's been watching and of course, of course she's proud of her, of course she approves of vax, of course she wants nothing more than for her baby girl to happy.

26. "Wildflowers (Tom Petty Cover)" - Miley Cyrus this song makes me thing of the little cottage on the hill, and of korrin's wish for his daughter to have a place where she feels free. he knows that the castle has never really felt like her home, and so he gives her and her new husband a place they can build a home for themselves.

27. "Bubbly" - Colbie Caillat this song is just the pinnacle of happy love. it's vax and keyleth waking up in their bed, in their house, in their love's arms. it's happiness.

28. "Sunday Morning" - Maroon 5 remember that time vex was like "this was fun but i gotta go home" and percy was like "but what if i was home?" and fluttered his lashes like a harlot? me too.

29. "Family Tree" - Matthew West pending fatherhood is terrifying, especially when your own father is a sack of shit. of course vax would doubt his own ability to be for his child what syldor couldn't be for him and vex.

30. "A Woman's Work" - Kate Bush the definitive anthem for women creating life. keyleth is a goddess for so many reason but especially for making a literal person.

31. "Dear Theodosia" - Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton just DAD feelings up in this bitch! vax is a dad and korrin is a dad and percy (eventually) is a dad! also there's a new nation coming just around the corner! the perfect song!

32. "Brother Run Fast" - KALEO to me, this song represents vax and percy's understanding that the horrors of percy's past are coming for vax's present, and the two of them will stop at nothing to fix what was broken. they are both desperate for forgiveness they do not need, and they are both determined to keep the other on course.

33. "Yours & Mine" - Lucy Dacus imagine telling keyleth of the air ashari to sit at home while her family and friends venture out to save her daughter's life. IMAGINE!

34. "Trials - Demo" - London Grammar what is keyleth and vax's relationship if not an endless gauntlet of trials from which they must continually find their way back to each other?

35. "Delilah" - Florence + the Machine this song is just...everything. it's delilah and sylas. it's cass and the ghosts of the castle she's caged in. it's vilya, crying out for her mother. it's keyleth, coming to kick ass with a daylight spell. it's percy, reclaiming what was his all along.

36. "Show Me the Way" - Styx vax went THRU IT during gocmh, and his turning to the raven queen was a move of absolute desperation. he needed his matron's guidance not only to get his daughter back, but to put the pieces of his life back together.

37. "Glory and Gore" - Lorde what can i say? vox machina fucks shit up.

38. "Work Song" - Hozier percy may die twice but that ain't gonna stop him from simping for vex.

39. "Happiness" - The Fray this song is about happiness, but it has such a melancholic sound to it, which really works for baby vilya's return to zephrah. yes she's home, which is an immense relief, but she's brought home to a tragedy. nothing is simple.

40. "Kingdom of One" - Maren Morris hey vallen: get fucked.

41. "Lullabye (Goodnight, My Angel)" - Billy Joel this is, to me, the ultimate father-daughter song, and in the context of mfl it makes me think of the unfinished letter keyleth found in her father's room after his death. just a reminder that even after someone dies, their love for those they leave behind never will.

42. "Starts With Goodbye" - Carrie Underwood i don't know what it's like to fundamentally reshape the structure of an entire nation in order to secure a more stable future for your child, but i imagine it feels like this!

43. "Matchstick" - American Royalty thank you to @ravendruid for the suggestion! sometimes self-care is setting the man who murdered your parents and helped kidnap your daughter on fire.

44. "Chords" - The Amazing Devil parents play such a big part in the story of mfl. the absence of keyleth's mother, the fact that her father is also a king, korrin being a father to percy, the twins confronting the father they fled, and of course, vaxleth and perc'ahlia becoming parents themselves. if there's anything they can take away from all of the heartbreak, it's wanting the best for their children, at the cost of everything else.

45. "Everywhere, Everything" - Noah Kahan had to end on some noah kahan in order to keep @crispysnake from gnawing at the bars of their enclosure. again, just the absolute vaxleth melodrama of "wanna love you til we're food for the worms to eat, til our fingers decompose." disgusting. i love them so much.

#my fair lady #critical role #mfl 1yr

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