#he really said: danica shut up

[ohblimeygeorge]

Nico is such a George fan in all this I’m here for it

[pecadosarepiling]

Neighbor 18+ ( Danica x ….)

Danica is fed up with being alone, her bastard husband has left her alone once more…and she gives in to satisfying her needs

Warnings: smut, cheating, unprotected sex,cream pie (don’t be silly wrap it up)

@eyecandyeoz @pixiestookourstardust @storm89 @gran-maul-seizure @stardustbee

He had left again.

Danica was past the tears and melancholy that first entrapped her. Rage bubbled inside as well as the questioning.

While her husband roamed about with who knows who, Danica had brushed off the advances and flirtations…for what? For someone who had admitted he had fantasized about her older sister…Danica was done…

Done crying and second guessing herself. She started back.

A neighbor. A sweet blue Twilek who could not help but stare after the petite Zabrak coming in from her shift at the library.

Her golden glasses perched on her nose and dressed in a pretty matching light blue coat and skirt. Always pretty to look at. He frowned at the sight of her wedding ring.

Not once had he seen the so called husband of hers.

How rude to leave such a beauty on her own!

——-

“I’m sorry to bother.” The twilek wondered if he was hallucinating. The lovely zabrak was at his doorstep, garbed in a fluffy white robe and nothing more.

“Seems I have a bit of an issue with the water heater, could you possibly help? I know you helped the elderly woman across the hall.” He had. It helped to know things and it would be no trouble to follow this lovely zabrak.

“Course miss..”

“Oppress. Danica Oppress.” Her eyes glimmered, hungry and bright.

—-

“Haven’t had the chance to meet Mr. oppress”

“Oh I haven’t taken his name. Not that he’s ever around.” Danica mutters. Sitting at the edge of the tub as the twilek worked.

Her robe riding up to reveal deep red flesh and ever so lovely thighs.

“That’s a real shame Miss Oppress, I hope it doesn’t get lonely”

Lonely. Aching. Hunger. Danica bit her tongue.

“ sadly does…alone in this apartment. It really does.”

——

He fixed it in no time. Smiling ever so pleased to show her the heated water. Danica smiled back.

And dropped her robe.

—-

“Miss Oppress!” He resisted looking. Oh it hurt to not look! So lovely, a curvy frame that had him already starting to ache

“I knew you could help, you are ever so helpful.” Danica almost purred.

“Please Miss if your husband..” Danica’s eyes glowed. A predator with its cornered prey.

“He leaves me all alone, you said that was a shame…it is. Leaves me all alone and my bed empty.” She makes a soft sound. “ It’s been so lonely…please I don’t like being lonely.”

An overwhelming heat pressed to his cool skin. It’s her. Burning up like the sun. Her flesh soft and stars help him her chest was pressed to his.

“Fuck.”

The water was shut off.

——-

She gave in to Lust. Gave into what she had denied herself and her helpful neighbor gladly aided.

She gripped the sheets and moaned against the fabric as the Twilek pounded into her.

His cock felt as if would melt in her cunt. Gripping him and twitching in delight. How could anyone leave her alone?

Danica mewled as she was fondled, her breasts too big for his hands to fully hold. He groped and squeezed, making her cry out in ecstasy. She was going to devour him….

The twilek cried out in pained pleasure. Miss Oppress rode him. She hadn’t stopped and he didn’t want her too stop!

He didn’t know when he passed out but he gave a loud cry as he emptied inside her once more. Danica tossing her head back moaning in delight, he had been so kind as to cum inside her as she requested.

—-

The twilek awoke to a foodtray next to him and a dressed up Danica peeking over him in her glasses.

Once again finely put together with a yellow overcoat and blue shoes. In her arms a set of books and that shy look he loved to think about.

How was this the same woman?

She fixed a curl behind her ear. “ Thank you for. Being so helpful. I made you breakfast, but I do have to go soon.” A blush and a shy smile.

When last night she was purring at him to fill her up and fill her pussy.

“You’re welcome Miss Oppress” he managed

She again smiled, “ Can I go to you for more help? If needed?” Her eyes glowed, there she was….the Miss Oppress from that night.

He nodded eagerly, “ Anything you want Miss.”

She kissed his cheek sweetly. “Such a kind neighbor”

[a-tale-of-legends]

Okay since I did Wally, it makes sense I would do Blue. Gonna try and keep it shorter than Wally:s lol. Blue's dynamic with the other rivals!

Silver: Little bro # 1. Next to Beryl, Blue pretty much understood Silver the most in his you get years, and because of that he became this mentor/older brother figure to Silvs. Next to the dragon den, Viridian gym became a safe space for Silver to just hang out, though his definition of hanging out is battling lol. Silver had to deal with the love saga that was Red and Blue and will constantly rip at them for it ( Blue would then mention something about Kenji and that gets Silver to shut up).

Wally: The Bestie ( next to his sisters and Red). How did these two become such close friends despite seemingly contrasting personalities? Blue would give you a long backstory as to how the two met and thus became friends. Wally would shrug and say " The fuck I know. But I am grateful to be his friend :)"( note: Blue did not teach Wally to swear. That was Green). The balance each other off really well tbh. Blue had gone full Karen for Wally once, me thinks. Blue has been concerned with Wally's desire for strength at the cost of bonding with his pokemon, but he ( and others) addressed it with him at some point. Wally and his pokemon are doing better for it! Wally, in turn,let's Blue just rant to him about his frustrations- gym stuff, Red, family stuff, his own goals in life...the man was very conflicted in what he wanted to do in life. These two consider each other their best friend, and I will die on this hill.

Barry: This one is hard since I don't know exactly how they would meet? The best I can think of is in b2w2 during the pwt, if Danica invited Barry along as a plus one. But even then, I'm not entirely sure about how blue perceives him. I do think he appreciates the energy and enthusiasm! Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he saw him as another rival( of course Red and Green are his #1 rivals, and no one can top that). I can totally see the banter between these two being wild ( Blue seems to be the type to playfully egg Barry on).

Bianca: Being the grandson of the esteemed Prof. Oak and having your older sister eventually take the mantel of pokemon professor means that you- Blue - by proxy is always In The Know of the whozawhatsit in the pokemon scientific sphere. So,by proxy, he knew Bianca before officially meeting her. Daisy said that she's a sweet girl, and when meeting her ( thanks to Cheren) , he can say she is really sweet. Though he also appreciates the snark in her. Blue would say he's not too deep into the pokemon professor stuff ( he's not one in my au, but he dabbles into it here and there), but Bianca can and will sight the long conversations they would have about whatever sciencey pokemon topic that comes to mind. He ain't slick.

Cheren: So basically it went like this.

Literally anyone: Oh hey, I heard that Unova has a new normal type gym leader.

Blue, a "normal" type gym leader: Oh?

Literally anyone: Yeah, apparently he helped fight off Team Plasma two years ago.

Blue, who had encounters with his own regions evil team: Oh???

Literally anyone: Mhm. He used to be friends with the guy who stopped them, but that guy disappeared one day-

Blue, who is honestly still healing from everything, including Red just up and leaving: Oh you don't say?!

So basically Cheren is Little Bro # 2. He loves teasing him. It took a while for Cheren to really reciprocate( Blue was kinda Too Much, especially given his general, well, Blueness), but now they're really good friends! Much like Bianca, blue has had long conversations about pokemon and stuff ( which includes trauma and feelings of inadequacy).

Hugh: Another hard one, but probably like Barry. Appreciates the vigor, the drive, etc. Gonna look at pokemas for this one.

Okay time for rapid fire stuff cause this is getting long again.

Kalos rivals: Sorry to group them together :(. Blue knew about them before meeting them for the same reasons stated in Bianca's part. Shauna and him are always in contact due to the Chosen business, but Shauna has encouraged his Dramatic Bitch behavior lol. Sees a bit of Wally in Trevor, and likes talking to him about the Pokedex. Isn't super big on contests, but his sister( Daisy) would partake in them, so he would catch Tierno in a few here and there.

Alola rivals: His KIDS!!! Living in Alola means he sees them often, and once again became yet another mentor figure for them. This was at a point where Blue has become his most mature self, still classic Blue, but less likely to egg someone on for a response unless it's actually needed. He genuinely loves seeing them hang out together and enjoy life, as well as battling as they see fit. He gets really sappy around them lol. Gladion and Ames ( not a rival, oc) call him Old Man. In SM he's only 21 lmao.

Galar rivals: Have not met them properly I think. He had heard about Hop from Leon when he- Leon - was champion. He also probably tuned into the Galar gym challenge and watched everything about it, so he knows about Bede and Marnie from there. If I ever have them medy properly, I think Hop and Bede would be Little Bro #3 and 4. Marnie would be Little Sis # 1 ( Green is Blue's actual little sister in my au, so she doesn't count).

And yeah. That was long. Again. Ah well.

[infuriatedleprechaun]

"Oi. I'm focused. When a fight is involved" Inferna muttered. Crossing her arms.

"No the fuck you aren't" Clayshah called out.

"Thats when you're the most distracted" Aqua narrowed her eyes at the woman.

"Thats when I APPEAR to be the most distracted" Inferna pointed out. Taking a cookie.

"Just shut up. No one's buying it" Blast finished. As more flashes appeared, those were HAPS. The goddess of light smiled as she was almost tackled out of her chair by the twins. Whome she eagerly hugged back tightly.

Ironhide, Knockout, Bumblebee, and Perceptor followed in with their HAPS. Finding their way to their mates to sit near them.

"Bet you thought you saw the last of us 18 years ago" Inferna grinned at Knockout.

"No. No I didn't. Elementals are like an STI that never stays away long" he assured the fire goddess.

"Though you did take longer than I thought you would" he admitted.

"Eat shit" was all the red cladded woman could say from Raph's lap.

"Really?" Striker smiled looking at Danica and Rith.

"Well.. if she wants to train with us one last time as a last hoorah before she heads out she's more than welcome. That being said, even the pet of chaos can make Amauro's attack on this planet seem like nothing. So yeah, it will be world wide event" Striker assured.

"Need to see where you're at in your training. Might have to do some tweaking" Striker was going to do a lot of tweaking.

Fighting as an Elemental was an art and one only Elementals knew, real elementals, not first gen gods. They didnt live amongst the clans and train with them. In fact the gods never trained.

She was so excited to show her son, and she knew Aquarius was in the same boat. They were going to make them true warriors they were destined to be.

@darkness-to-redemption

Opposites Attract

“Careful, you idiot.” Leonardo snarled at his youngest brother. “They’ll hear you, scatter and I’ll have to chase them all around the city.”

[madewithspice]

i caved😭 can I please get a mha matchup? U can just use my previous ask but just in case:

Name: Danica but I just go by Dani. sexuality: Im omnisexual (leaning guys/ masc presenting people)Gender: I'm afab and typically identify more fem but I am gender fluid

Likes: gaming (some of my faves are little nightmares, fran bow, and stray), this is basic but volleyball, anime: I really like Aot, Jojo, haikyuu (obviously), and Demon slayer, I enjoy cooking ( sorta) and am pretty good at grilling, I also really enjoy art: drawing looking at others art u name it!Dislikes: being cold but also humid heat sucks(I'm fucking bipolar ok/j), the game getting over it ( because I suck and have a mental break down while playing it), bugs I have the extreme fear of bugs.Extra: I plan on going to college for criminology and phycology, I'm a witch, my star sign is Leo, I play libero (somehow).

-Dani🎠

The goodest of days to you horsey dude, yes you bloody can. You can have whatever you want. Just take it. I’d like to clarify in case it’s weird since I don’t really edit my shit, it’s 3am and I’m surviving on monster. Bear with me.

For BNHA I match you with Eijiro Kirishima, my smol child

Kiri is the best boy. He’ll show interest in every one of your hobbies and likes whether he likes it or not, just because he knows they makes you happy. The first time he tries gaming, he is terrible. Luckily, Kiri is not competitive and is able to put his manly pride aside and let you teach him. He calls you Kid and he’s your Six because you’re so cute he could just eat you.

I think Kirishima is quite good at cooking too. That being said, you both have bake offs with bakusquad as your judges. If Bakugo starts nitpicking your food, Kiri will shut him up whilst complimenting your food and announcing you as the winner. Kiri loves to have surprise desserts ready for you when you come over and if that means wrestling Denki and Sero away from the brownies then a man has to do what a man needs to do.

What is better than cuddling with Kirishima? Nothing I tell you, nothing. He’s the big spoon and he’ll draw on your arms with his fingers. He likes to leave notes on your skin, just tracing out “you’re so adorable” on your back as he pulls you in closer. Overall a total softie who would do anything for you.

[evening-starlight]

Daddy’s Best Friend

All Works Master List

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    Tom looked painfully beautiful in the black, form-fitting suit. His hair was slicked back, but his curls still held their form and framed his angelic face. Amaris shouldn't be thinking these things with her boyfriend next to her, but she couldn't stop looking at Tom.

    Amaris truly wasn't a kid anymore, Tom realizes for what feels like the millionth time since she came home. She looks like a confident young lady who wore a simple dress with purpose and perfection. It dropped just above her mid-thigh and hugged the perfect places to show off her lovely hourglass figure.  

    "Bonjour, Tommy," Amaris greets, trying to act like everything was normal and she wasn't having these conflicting feelings. She loved Armel, she did, but he wasn't Tom.

    Tom pulls Amaris into a quick hug before shaking Armel's hand. "Pleasure to see you again, Armel," Tom greets, fake smile plastered on his face. "Where's your father?"

    "I thought you had him last?" Amaris jokes, smiling as Tom chuckles. "I don't know; I just got here. He said we could get the table if we get here before him." Tom approaches the hostess with the young couple in tow, smiling that dazzling smile that could make any woman swoon.

    They sit down at the table, Amaris between the two men, by the time Will and the other two kids find their way to the back table. Armel grips Amaris's hand tightly, suddenly nervous about having a formal meeting with his girlfriend's family.

    Amaris could barely think, her head dancing with so many thoughts that by the time she processed one, three more were coming at her. Tom was to her left, smiling and laughing with the rest of the family. He was part of that family. They all adopted him as a member, and Amaris didn't want to ruin that relationship with her family.

    Armel was to her right, holding her hand and telling silly stories of Paris shenanigans. To say she was torn was an understatement. Amaris wasn't torn; she was already split. That kiss with Tom may not have meant anything to him, but to Amaris, it's everything she dreamt about for years. But Armel treats her so well. He treats her like a queen and always has.

    The waitress comes over, greeting the table with a bright customer service smile. She introduces herself as Alex and asks the usual question of what she can get us. The Clarke siblings all look at each other, Amaris hoping she gains a point.

    "A million dollars?" William jokes, causing Juno to wrinkle their nose. The oldest and youngest are now tied in points. Amaris does a silent celebration as she pulls out her phone to give herself a point while Armel giggles.

    "Mr. Clarke, you jokester." Alex teases. She's waited on Will multiple times, and every time she does, it's the same joke, but a generous tip is always left. William laughs and continues his usual drink order of whiskey on ice.

    Dinner seems to last forever to Amaris. Armel gets along swimmingly with her family, causing everyone to laugh and share the embarrassing stories they have with Amaris, much to her dismay. Tom laughed along, hoping no one can notice how forced it is.

    Tom wanted to leave the more he watched how lovesick Armel was with Amaris. He called her stupid pet names and smiled like an idiot when he looked at her. But Tom can't blame the latter. Tom can't help but smile when Amaris has her attention on him.

    "Oh my God," Danica exclaims, pulling both adults out of their thoughts. Amaris missed some of the conversations, having been lost in counting down the minutes until she can leave. "Did you know Mari had braces?"

    "Danny, I promise I am not afraid to jump across this table to strangle you if you show Armel shit," Amaris threatens. She wasn't secretive about her awkward pre-teens, but they weren't something she boasted about. Danica smiles mischievously and reaches for her phone. "I hate you," Amaris groans as Danica hands Armel her cellphone.

    On the screen is a picture of twelve-year-old Amaris smiling brightly with her braced teeth while holding a baby crocodile at the Australia Zoo. Armel laughs and then coes at the photo. "Adorable." Amaris hides her face in Armel's shoulder, making him laugh harder and rest a hand on her knee. "You were an adorable child, Mon Amour."

    "Shut up," Amaris whines, causing the table to laugh again.

    Tom remembered that picture. She was so excited to show him she got to hold a crocodile that she texted the photo to him right away, addressing him as Uncle Tom. That's all he was to her. Her adopted uncle. An adult figure that shouldn't be having these feelings for her, so why does he?

    He felt disgusted with himself for thinking the immoral things he was. How beautiful she'd look with her dress on his floor or how ethereal she'd sound with his name in her mouth. Tom takes a long drink of alcohol in front of him, drowning the thoughts in the liquid.

    It wasn't until dessert that Amaris noticed the change in Tom's demeanor. He stopped faking and slowly backed out of the conversation, focusing on his creme brulee. She leans over, whispering, "Are you okay? You kind of shut down, Tommy." Tommy. That fucking name makes his heart both soar in delight and sink in disgust with himself.

    He forces a smile just for her and replies, "Lovely, darling. Just a tad tired, I think." Amaris gives a small smile and rests a hand on his shoulder.

    "Thank you for coming. I really appreciate you putting effort into knowing Armel." Maybe it was a little backhanded, but Amaris wanted to get a rise out of Tom. She wanted to see if that kiss wasn't as drunk as he told her he was.

    Tom sniffles an annoyed sigh and kisses the girl's forehead tenderly. "Of course, darling. I'm really enjoying it," He says, trying his best to convey his disappointment.

    Neither one could wait for this night to be over.

Taglist: @queenofallhobos​ @kingtwhiddleston​ @cynic-spirit​

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Secrets ~ 2

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A buried family secret comes to light thrusting you to the forefront of an old alliance.

Note: Last night I got some not so nice comments about me and I know it doesn’t really matter but considering I have to work on my bday tomorrow and everything is just mounting and mounting up, I don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing. It could be a lot or a little. But thankful to have those who care, you guys, cheering me on.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, if you can, please leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

You went on like nothing had changed. It hadn’t. You weren’t leaving to marry some stranger. Some outdated prince in his crumbling castle. You studied the past, you didn’t want to live in it.

You went to class. Numb. Your anger slaked away as you jotted your notes and tried to ignore the tugging in your chest. Three classes, a coffee in between the second and the third, then you were due at the bookstore for the closing shift.

It was late enough in the year that the customers weren’t so many. You paced the aisles and asked students if they needed help. Few did as they perused the shelves and wandered, almost aimlessly so. Danica was on the till, though you took turns between sorting through the table of discount paperbacks left disordered by curious shoppers.

Only twenty minutes before close and you were near the back of the store, sweeping. Your path was blocked however as you turned in the far aisle. That man, Mr. Barnes, stood by the wall of rucksacks and hoodies, pretending to be interested. Given the fine cut of his suit and the polish of his shoes, you doubted he needed or wanted the campus-branded clothing.

You kept at your work. You got closer and continued to sweep, knocking his heels with the broom as you grumbled a grizzly ‘excuse me’. He chuckled and stepped aside, turning to watch you as you tried to ignore him.

“Your highness,” He said.

“Don’t call me that,” You huffed as you lifted the dustpan and it folded up against the stick. “What are you doing here?”

“My duty.” He said lightly. “I was sent by your fiance to keep an eye on you. To bring you back to him.” He glanced around and slid a magazine from the rack. “To free you of this boring mediocrity.” He flipped through the pages. “You don’t belong here, Duchess.”

He folded back the magazine and turned it to face you. He held it out and you scowled. He waved it impatiently and you sighed as you stepped closer to look. A man, tall, blonde, austere, leaned against an expensive sports car, a mansion behind him, akin to Versailles, as he gazed nonchalantly into the camera. The headline floated beside him; ‘A King for our Times’”

You recognized him. You’d seen him, as most people had; on the news, in tabloids, on questionable gossip blogs. You’d never paid much attention to him or those royals who existed beyond their means. You scoffed and shrugged.

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Your lip curled.

“Your feelings don’t really matter,” He closed the magazine and put it back. “The contract stands.”

“You came all this way on the back of a paper signed by a dead king of a dead nation?” You shook your head. “Is your king that desperate?”

His jaw squared and he swallowed. “You think this makes you better than him? This… existence?”

“A life I earned,” You retorted. “I doubt he or you know very much about that.”

“And how much do you know of duty? Obligation? A purpose beyond your own selfish needs?”

“Selfish?” You rolled your eyes. “Sir. We’re closing. You need to leave.”

He tilted his head and grinned. His tongue poked out along his lip and he chuckled.

“Your highness,” He bowed his head. “Until tomorrow.”

He stepped closer and you turned to let him past.

“Don’t bother,” You said to his back as you watched him near the end of the aisle. “I’m not going. Tell him to find someone else.”

He stopped and pushed back his shoulders. He said nothing, just stood there a moment before he continued on. The electronic ding signaled his departure and you let out the breath that had stuck in your chest. 

You clutched the broom and dustpan in one hand and grabbed the magazine from beside you. You went to the counter where Danika was balancing the till.

“Hey,” You leaned the broom and pan against the counter. “I wanna buy this.”

“Just take it.” She shrugged. “With our discount, it might as well be free.”

You nodded and took it, bending it under your arm.

“Anything else besides cleaning?” You asked.

“Nah,” She counted out the last of the pennies. “Go on. I’ll close up.”

👑

You sat on your bed, the glow of your small lamp the only light. After an hour of tossing and turning, you surrender to wakefulness. You stared at the magazine, the glossy cover reflected the light beside you. You sank back into your pillows and picked at the pages until you found the one. You opened the magazine and stared at the man; the king; the strange. Fiance?

He was handsome, sure, but even in a picture, he seemed haughty. There was an arrogance to his shoulder, the way he leaned on the white hood, how he appeared to look down his nose at the lens even while standing on the same level. You flipped the page and began to read. 

A short blurb introduced him as the King of Astrania, once the playboy prince, but, as the article claimed, matured by the throne. You recalled the gossip of those days, yourself barely a teen then. One night, he had a socialite on his arm, the next an actress, next a singer, a model…

‘You’ve done so much. Anything still on the list?’ The interviewer lobbed another softball question.

‘Lots.’ The king answered. ‘I think my mother would be relieved to hear me say I think it’s past time I found a wife. A queen.’

‘You’re going to break a lot of hearts, your majesty.’

‘I’ve had my fun. Maybe too much. If I’m to serve my people, I’ll need someone at my side.’

You lowered the magazine and frowned at the ceiling. You pushed the pages off your chest and rolled over to turn off the lamp. You pulled the pillow over your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thought of being bound to man so opposite yourself made you want to scream but you were too tired for that.

👑

You still didn’t know what to say to your mother. Your whole life was a lie. Not a lie you hated which was worse because the truth threatened to undo it all. When you went to the kitchen to get your coffee, she was there, waiting, a mug ready for you. You didn’t say more than thanks as you took and returned to your room.

You readied yourself for another day. Thursday. The last two days felt like weeks.  You packed up your bag and left through the front door, avoiding your mother who watched you from the kitchen. What were you supposed to tell her? It’s okay you lied to me, it’s okay you don’t want to fight, it’s okay to barter me away before I was even born? None of it was okay.

You reached the end of the walk and a man in a black suit stepped into your path. You stopped short and tried to pass him. Another man, in the same suit, black jacket, black tie, black everything, blocked you again. You turned the other way and found yourself box in by Mr. Barnes. He crossed his arms as he smiled at you.

“You’re off early.” He said.

“I have class.” You sneered and once more tried to make your way around the men. They moved with you, forming a wall. “Get out of my way.”

“The king wants me back before the end of the week. I can’t return empty-handed.”

“I don’t care what your king wants. I have class, work--”

“The jet is charted for three,” He checked his watch. “We have lots of time to pack.”

“You’re not--” You sputtered. “No.”

You looked back at your house. Your mouth stood in the door as she watched. She looked sad, broken. You grimaced at her.

“I told you I’m not going,” You tried to shove past Barnes and the other men grabbed your arms, your bag flopping to the ground. “Hey, let me go.”

“Your highness, my king did permit us reasonable force in our duty,” Barnes said evenly. “And to this point, I have restrained from it.”

“Hey,” Your mother swept through the door and stormed towards the men. “Don’t! Let her go! You’ll hurt her.”

“There is a seat for you on the jet too, Princess,” Barnes offered. “It’s only fitting the mother of the bride should attend the wedding.”

“Get off!” You kicked out and Barnes moved out of the way. “Off!”

“Astrania favours tradition.” He continued. “And it is not unheard for brides to be brought in chains. I’d rather not be so medieval.”

“I don’t wanna go! No!” You continued to struggle. Your mother grabbed at one of the men and was swiftly shaken off. “Stop!”

“Get her inside. The princess, too.” Barnes order.

One man hooked his arms through yours and held them behind you as the other seized your mother. You were turned and forced back down the walk, growling and grunting as you were pushed up the porch steps. Your mother whimpered as she was held by the back of her neck and angled through the front door ahead of you.

Inside, the door clattered and the thicker one was closed and locked. Barnes led the way into the living room and pointed to the couch.

“Princess,” He ordered and your mother was pushed onto the sofa. “Bring the duchess here.”

He beckoned to the hallway and strode ahead of you. Your shoulders ached as you tried and tried to wrench yourself away. Barnes looked in doors until he found your room. You were taken inside as he peered around.

“Cuff her,” He said. “Put her on the bed.”

He turned you and pushed you down onto the mattress. He released your arms as he pinned your down with his knee in your back and you reached back blindly to claw at him. He caught your wrists and held them together, securing them with a pair of thick cuffs before he got off of you. You rolled over and kicked out. Barnes caught your ankle and squeezed until you groaned in pain.

“The king would prefer a bride without a broken foot,” He warned. “But he will accommodate it, should he need to.”

He threw your leg down gruffly and nodded to the man. The other left and you sat up awkwardly, your arms trapped behind you. You stood and Barnes quickly pushed you back down.

“I’ve been nice. Patient.” He said. “But I don’t have time for this.” He pointed his finger in your place. “Perhaps your mother didn’t tell you how these things work or maybe you just didn’t listen. This isn’t a proposal, Duchess. Not a choice.”

You snapped at his finger and he drew away quickly. He smirked and scoffed and shoved you back roughly.

“Keep it up and I’ll have you strapped down.” He snarled. 

You slowly sat up, glaring at him, but didn’t go further. “Fuck you.” You spat.

His eyes rounded then he snickered again. 

“Oh, there’s a lot to work on, Duchess. That mouth, first of all,” He turned and pulled open the sliding door of your closet. “Ugh, and…” He touched a wool sweater. “And these, most of all.”

The man in black reappeared with a suitcase, the other faded leather dug up from the linen closet. He slapped it down on the bed beside you and flipped it open. He went to stand in the door, blocking it with his wide frame.

“Duchess, future queens, do not wear…” He held up a jacket. “Tweed.”

You growled, fighting the urge to kick him. You couldn’t reach and the cuffs kept you off-balance.

“We’ll take enough for the time being but… we’ll have to bring in some stylists,” He dropped an armful of clothes into the suitcase. “For…” He looked you up and down. “Everything.”

“You can’t do this,” You snarled.

“I can. I am.” He insisted as he tucked in the corners of the clothing. “That’s what you don’t seem to understand. I can do whatever I want. I have an order from the king and I have diplomatic authority. Now, I have been nice so far, I will even allow your mother to accompany you.”

“No,” You hissed. “No, leave her here.”

“Leave her?” He asked.

“It’ll be easier.” You lowered your chin. “For both of us.”

He was quiet. He nodded and stepped away. He went to the attached bathroom and returned with your pouch of essentials. 

“We can make up for whatever we forget,” He dropped it atop the open suitcase. “Anything in particular I’ve missed, duchess?”

“Beyond human decency?” You challenged.

He laughed once more and closed the suitcase. 

“It’s a long flight,” He said. “And it’ll be longer with those.” He tugged on the cuffs. “Hopefully it gives you time to think.”

He zipped up the bag and handed it to the man in black. Then he grabbed you and lifted you onto your feet. He guided you from the room with his hand on your wrists. Your mother sat, the other man staring her down, and looked over as you entered.

“Please, don’t take her. Please.” She begged as she tried to stand only to be nudged back by her watcher. “You can’t--”

“Princess, you know you can’t stop us.” Barnes said. “And your daughter has made up her mind. You will stay.” He bent to look her in the eyes. “You get your wish. Stay in your exile, pretending, playing at normalcy.”

“I’ll go,” She pleaded. “Let me go.” She leaned over and looked around him at you. “Don’t leave me here. I’ll come with you. I’ll-- I’ll-- you’re my daughter--”

“And you lied to me.” You sniffed. “You did this. Why would I want you to come?”

“I’m your mother.” She uttered.

“You’re the Princess of Ecklun. It was written there on that paper.” You sneered. “In your hand. I have to live with what you’ve done but it doesn’t mean I have to live with you.”

You turned your head up and held back the sudden wave of sadness which swelled in you. Everything you knew was just a lie. Your own mother. Your only family. She’d sold you like cattle. If she had warned you, maybe you could have stayed hidden. If she had warned you, maybe you wouldn’t be so unprepared. If she had warned you…

“Well,” You looked at Barnes. “Are we going?”

He stepped away from your mother and took your arm. “No goodbyes?”

“She signed her farewell a long time ago,” You said and turned away from her. “She’s had years to prepare for this. Years she stole from me.”

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The Ties That Bind 19 of ???

I couldn’t sleep this night, and there was little point in trying. So I stayed among my people, hoping my presence would reassure them where my words might have failed. I had never been more grateful for my people’s habit of holding our emotions close; it kept my fury with my mother’s milquetoast words at a manageable distance.

She was better than this. I’d heard her give inspiring speeches all my life, words that inspired hope where it was waning, fervor where it was lost. I could only view tonight as an act of sabotage, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. What would she have to gain from undermining me, and the peace I was trying to build? Was it not what we all were working towards?

On the one hand, I wanted very much to speak with her, to demand an explanation. But on the other... well, I had sort of given up. From the moment the Disa suggested marriage, my mother had been shut down. There was more at work here than the surface negotiations of peace. My mother seemed deeply disturbed at the notion of my life deviating from her plan for it--and that was just too bad. It was my life, my reign, my people. Her ways and her mother’s ways and her mother’s mother’s ways had not led to any resolution. I was willing to try something new.

But I was never alone with my thoughts for too very long. It was rare for the Shardae to mingle nowdays outside of festivals and holy days, so many were eager for my attention. Many offered wishes for my continued good health, simple excuses to engage and be near. More than I wished expressed their condolences for our “wasted trip” out to the Mistari, which I politely redirected back towards the news of Irene’s expectancy. Those that topic did not turn away expressed interest in my singing in the birth, and did that mean that I would be returned to my work with the midwives, now that I would no longer be needed on the battlefields? It was an excellent question, and one I hadn’t considered, but found that my answer was an eager yes. It did much to buoy my spirits to think my family gifts returned to acts of growth rather than simply easing the pain of loss. Perhaps even my mother--

I didn’t care to think on my mother overly much this night.

So I stayed among my people until well after moonset, making note of those faces that stayed, those that seemed cautiously hopeful, and those who’s distrust and disdain I’d had to redirect. There weren’t many who lived directly in and around the Keep; I knew most by family name at least, from the Lyssia tailors to the jewelers who ran the Aurita, to the Silvermead blacksmiths and soldiers.

One I did know by first name, Jeanne Kejamarl, approached me much later in the evening. I remembered her from our shared school days, when I was still learning to shape my letters and reading only the simple sentences chalked on the board. The children of the Keep were all raised and educated together, because there were so few. So while I had little cause to interact with the Kejamarl tanneries directly, I knew Jeanne by name, though I wouldn’t call her a friend now, the way I did Elanor. Which I only considered because of how utterly forward her question was.

“Forgive my asking, Shardae, but why wasn’t Captain Andreios by your side this evening?”

I blinked, long and slow and foolish. My brain felt like thick mud, unwilling to allow my thoughts to rotate and pivot this conversation change with any speed.

“I know it’s not my place to question, but if you’re not going to announce him your alastair....”

Jeanne’s cheeks colored, and I realized with shock and horror the direction this conversation was headed, too late to head it off. She was interested in Rei, and I had dragged my feet so long that others were wondering if they might court him.

It wasn’t entirely uncommon for young adults to pursue one another. Yes, alastairs were often chosen for children in their infancy, but tragically all too often, those alastairs and pairbonds did not live to see adulthood. And while it was traditional for men to take the role of alastair--chivalrous protectors--it wasn’t unheard of for a would be pairbond to express her interest in being pursued. And Rei was handsome, and highly ranked, and courteous and thoughtful and dependable--

The thought of his lips against mine came surging back, filling my own cheeks with heat. Luckily, Jeanne misinterpreted my reaction for embarrassment at the topic--or maybe not so much a misinterpretation--and quickly backed off.

“I’m so sorry, m’lady, I shouldn’t have asked.” She ducked her head, chin all but tucked to her chest as she tried to make herself small. “It’s just after all the rumors of the Arami’s proposal, and with Rei’s absence--“

“He didn’t propose!”

I snapped a too rapid answer in a furious whisper, too caught up in my own snarl of emotions to keep my usual decorum.

“I don’t know who started that stupid rumor but I would really appreciate it if people stopped speculating about my private life!”

Jeanne looked up, horror warring with curiosity. It was utterly unlike me to be so emotional--and if she was a lover of gossip, this was too good to miss. I cursed inwardly and did my best to regain my composure.

“Jeanne, please. It has been an excruciatingly long day, week, all of it, and I am tired of my love life being the topic of so much discussion. It’s unseemly, don’t you think?”

“Yes, m’lady, of course. I shouldn’t--“ “No, you shouldn’t. And I would ask you please to keep others from discussing it as well? I have enough to deal with right now.” I sighed, hoping to use the show of emotion to my advantage. “I hope to start my own family under the light of peace, not in the shadow of my brother’s funeral.”

“Yes, m’lady. Gods above, yes of course. I’m so sorry.”

I reached out, laying the lightest touch on her arm. “Please. I don’t need your apologies, just your consideration. You knew me when I still couldn’t form my S’s front ways.” She smiled at the shared memory, and how ridiculous it was that I couldn’t write out “Shardae”. “Please give me the room to be just Danica where I can. There are so many places where that won’t be possible.”

“Of course, my--Danica.”

I smiled, trying to positively reinforce the behavior. My mother had become distant from our people, and by extension, me. So many of them had expressed a desire to see us out and among them again. If I could befriend my people again, help them see this shift as a positive one, become their darling, golden young queen, perhaps it could help me regain the power our family had lost to the generals. I could sell them an idealistic young family, a vision of the future that was shiny and bright.

Maybe, if I sold it hard enough, I might believe it myself.

“Rei is back with the serpiente, helping keep the Arami safe.” Jeanne’s eyes widen, and I nod, leaning closer as if in confidence. “There’s no one else I would trust with so high a priority. Here among my people, I could not possibly be safer. But I worry for Zane--as my mother said, this is an extremely brave thing for him to be doing. I hope my people will greet him with courtesy and dignity, but I am too pragmatic to trust his safety to anyone less than Rei.”

There. Maybe using his nickname twice will drive the point home. Of course, a part of me whispers that if I just declare my intentions on him here and now that would end all of it. I have no reason not to. Everyone assumes I’m as good as his pairbond. But for some reason I don’t--probably because I worry the story will grow in the telling, much like my “proposal” from Arami Zane. No, when I’m ready for word to spread, it will be through an official announcement, not from wildfire gossip from an old schoolmate. I release her arm and take a step back, letting some of my weariness show on my face.

“Now I think its time I take my leave. We all have a big day tomorrow. I should try to sleep while I can.”

I take another step back and melt into my golden hawk’s form, trusting whoever is on my most personal guard duty to peel off and follow as they always do. Only I don’t fly up to my balcony on the far side of the Keep. Instead, I turn my flight towards the east, and the waiting encampment of serpiente. - I am not so foolish as to have not considered this to be a potential invasion. I have let a score of serpiente warriors within an hour’s flight of the heart of my kingdom. But as I have said, more times than I care to, I refuse to behave as if Zane will betray me. It will either happen or it won’t. If a cobra is destined to slay a hawk again, then I have made peace with it being me. Our people began with one golden queen, if they are to end with simply one, then Fate will have her way no matter what we design. And honestly, they could do worse with a conquering monarch than Zane Cobriana. From what I have seen, he is fair, just, considerate, and generally in favor of art, self-expression, the well-being of his people--

I bank and circle back, realizing  my mental wandering has allowed my wings to wander as well. I am too tired to think, but thinking is all I seem to be able to do. I want to see Rei, to wrap myself in the warmth and comfort of his arms to maybe try another few kisses, softer and gentler this time, to reassure myself that my life has not turned completely upside down. Instead I am circling around the encampment, having flown right over it while thinking of Zane Cobriana’s qualities as a king.

I realize as I circle in to land that partially my mistake was due to the sheer size of the gathering. I don’t know what my distracted mind must have made of the numerous campfires now dotting the fields, a small village perhaps, but it is certainly too many for the two score of soldiers or so that should be out here. This gathering is nearly twice that, centered around a ring of figures--

Dancing.

Zane and Adelina are dancing, with six other serpents besides. They weave in and out of each others’ steps, intricate rings within rings, scales flashing in every color of the rainbow.

Serpiente warriors can grow a scaled demi form, much like the large, angelic wings we avians sprout. While ours are used to give us an aerial advantage in battle, theirs provides a natural amrour that only the keenest arrow can pierce. And much like our wings can be used as an expression of beauty, an elegant backdrop to fine garments and jewelry, so are the serpiente before us using their scales now. Lines of color sparkle like living veins of gemstones, from the iridescent white of Adelina’s viper, to rich reds and greens of dancers I do not know, to the shimmering obsidian of Zane’s cobra.

They are a perfect complement to each other, his dark hair and scales reflecting red in the firelight, hers glinting gold like a low harvest moon. They sway and swirl, moving around each other and through their fellow dancers as if bound by an invisible chord. It is heartbreakingly beautiful, and I understand why every one of my subjects simply stands and stares. It is like nothing any of us have ever seen before, except maybe the soldiers.

I remember the ready pose Zane and Adelina fall into so easily, and thinking how perfectly it would transition to either dance or combat. I am mesmerized by the dance; I can only imagine how impossible they might seem to fight. I am struck with the sudden realizaiton that our survival til now seems nothing short of miraculous. Without the falcon’s am haj to allow us to fight with such lethality from the skies--

I want nothing more to do with this line of thought, so I land, picking a spot far enough away from the dancing serpents so as not to startle anyone. The avians in the crowd all know the silhouette of my hawk’s form, but it is late, and I am trying to be discrete. Still, several soldiers peel away, bowing swiftly as they make a report.

“No trouble yet, your majesty. As you suggested, the serpiente are well able to sense intent. None were allowed past the outer perimeter that were anything other than curious.” Curious. I should have thought of that. Raymond steps up at my side, and I realize he was one of the ravens flanking me. “Erica flew in during your mother’s speech, m’lady, with a message from Zane and Andreios. Neither one of them say any harm in letting a few come and see, but--well, I wished they’d said it was more than just a few. I never would have fielded such a decision for you if I’d thought--“

“It’s alright,” I say, holding up a hand. “If Zane allowed it, and Andreios cleared it, then I trust their judgement. I didn’t even think folks would venture out, so they’re steps ahead of me.” I gave Raymond a tired smile. “In all things security, I don’t mind letting Rei make decisions. It’s matters of battle and war I wish to be consulted on. Allowing a few--okay, more than a few--curious folk out to meet our guests...”

I trailed off, feeling sick at the idea of how poorly this could have gone. We were treading the most precarious line, and I’d barely thought any of it out. And Zane had simply come, trusting.

I should have worked something else out. I never should have asked him to come here--

“Dani.”

Rei was suddenly before me, undoubtedly alerted to my presence here. Too tired to care anymore who saw or what they thought, I let myself fall into his arms. This was all I’d been seeking. I hadn’t meant to stumble onto more trouble, more problems--I just wanted to be held, and get some sleep.

“Do you have a tent sent up?” I asked, trying at least to keep my voice between just the pair of us.

“For you? No, but we can--“

I shook my head. “Yours is fine. I’m exhausted, we’re in the field. There’s no where safer for my than by your side, right?”

Rei sighed, but I could see him caving in. “I mean, ostensibly you were safer back at the Keep, but yes.” He tucked his arm over my shoulder, with all the familiarity of an alastair in private. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

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[hamiltonimagines]

You’re Cute When You Blush

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Request: “Hi!! How are you?? I see your request are open and I was wondering if you could write something about Oak (I don't see much of him generally). In which the reader is very very shy he always flirts with her teasing her (without making her uncomfortable of course) because he likes when she blushes (?) Pretty please?” - @lunamadhatter99

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“Y/N, wait up!” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Oak jogging to catch up with me. I stopped so that he could catch up. “Oh hey Oak, how are you?” I asked him.

I was in the hallway of a dance studio. I was in a new Broadway musical and for the next two weeks, we were learning all the dances. Oak was in musical too. I had seen him in Hamilton, and I was thrilled to get to work with him.

“I’m good, my love, how are you?” Oak asked me, flirtatiously. Oak and I had become good friends, but he was always teasing me and flirting with me. I felt my cheeks heat up, as they usually did. There was something about the little compliments he would give me, that just made me blush like a schoolgirl.

“I’m pretty good, I’m dreading rehearsal today. I didn’t get any sleep last night, my neighbors were screaming at each other all night” I told him, honestly. “Oh, I’m sorry. That really sucks, I guess it’s my job to cheer you up and make sure you have a good day” he said, smiling at me.

He opened the door to the studio and let me walk in front of him. We walked inside and Oak looked down at his phone. I saw that it was ringing. “I have to take this, I’ll see you in there” Oak told me, walking back out the door.

I sat down on the ground and changed into my shoes that I wore for rehearsal. Then I set my dance bag down and walked onto the floor to start my stretches. I sat down and extended my legs, and stretched by reaching for my toes.

I was still doing my stretches when Oak came and sat down next to me. “Hey I’m back, hope you didn’t miss me” he joked. “No, I finally got a few minutes of peace and quiet” I teased. “Oh okay, I see how it is. Well unlucky for you, you can’t get rid of me. You’re stuck being my friend forever” he said, chuckling.

“Oh darn, guess I’ll just have to go back in time, and avoid meeting you in the first place” I said, giggling. “Oh come on, think about how boring your life would be without me” he said. “Yeah I guess, my life would be quite dull” I said, and a smile appeared on his face.

“So who was calling you? You girlfriend or your mistress or your girlfriend’s mistress? Please let it be the last option, I am in desperate of entertainment” I asked, jokingly. “Well I hate to disappoint, but it was just my mom. And you shouldn’t be shocked, you know I’m single. She was just calling to make sure I was still coming over this weekend” he told me.

“Awww that’s sweet. Do you hang out with your mom a lot?” I asked him, as I continued to stretch. “Yeah, I try and make sure that I see her as often as possible. What about you?” He asked me.

“My parents don’t live in New York, so I don’t see them that often. But I’m always on FaceTime with them and I try to visit as much as I can” I told him. “Yeah, distance can really be a pain. Also, you really remind me of my mom, I don’t know why” he told me.

“Is that a good thing or?” I questioned. “Trust me, that’s a very good thing. You’re both caring and kind. You’re both funny. Also, neither of you know how to dance” he said, catching me off guard.

“Hey! Not nice” I said, frowning and lightly smacking his arm. He had the biggest grin on his face and his whole body was shaking as he laughed. “Your facial expression changed so fast, that was hilarious” he said, clutching his chest.

“I am a fantastic dancer, for your information” I told him, sassily. “If we’re being honest, you are an incredible dancer. I mean, it’d be weird if you ended up on Broadway and you were a horrible dancer. But, you’re really amazing Y/N” he told me. I could feel my cheeks heat up, yet again.

By now, the studio was full of all the dancers. We were all doing our stretches. “How? How?” I asked, as the girl who played the lead walked in the room. Her name was Danica, and she always looked perfect. It wasn’t like she was a villain or a queen bee type of person. She was one of the sweetest people I knew, she just always looked amazing.

“What?” Oak asked me. “It’s seven in the morning, and Danica looks amazing. Is she even real? The rest of us have bags under our eyes and messy hair. But no, she looks like she got the perfect amount of sleep and was woken up by birds singing” I said, befuddled. “I thought you liked Danica?” Oak asked me.

“I do and she’s super sweet. I’m just crabby, that’s all. It’s just super early” I told him. “Well for the record, you always look amazing Y/N. Even when you say you got no sleep, you always look like a princess” Oak said, sweetly.

Just then, the whole studio decided to become dead quiet. So, the whole entire studio heard Oak’s proclamation. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. My cheeks felt like they were on fire. It was like everyone’s stares were burning into my skin.

I quickly got up and ran out of the room. I didn’t run out crying, and I wasn’t even remotely upset. I just couldn’t take the stares.

I sat down on a bench in the hallway. I took a few deep breaths and tried to get rid of the burning sensation in my cheeks.

Then I saw Oak come running out of the studio room. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, walking up to me.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just...they were all staring. And I could feel them all staring. I just couldn’t take it. I’m fine though, I just got a little flustered. I’m sorry that I’m always such a blushing mess” I confessed to him.

“Don’t be, you’re cute when you blush” he told me, sweetly. “Are you just teasing me again? Or you are you serious?” I asked him, unsure. “I’m one hundred percent serious. I really like you Y/N” He told me.

Oak leaned in and his lips were millimeters away. “But what about your girlfriend and her mistress?” I asked, giggling. “Shut up and let me kiss you” he said, smiling.

We both leaned in and connected our lips. It was just like I had always dreamed it would be.

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Pester - Part 1

On a rare occasion, Warrior of Light Danica Voss, and Azure Dragoon Estinien Wyrmblood are in the same location and the same time and the world *isn't* actively ending.

Now they just have no idea what to do.

May get a Part 2

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“Is there any particular reason you’ve decided to spend your night lounging across the ground Voss?” Estinien asked, peering over his cup towards his prone companion across the table. She, in response, merely flopped over on her back towards him, making a loud hmph noise and frowned. He raised an eyebrow, but otherwise remained unresponsive. Danica was in a mood. One of those particular, very Danica moods. Boredom? Anxiety? Exhaustion? Loneliness? All of that and more rolled up into one unique Voss Mood that on occasion, took her and ran away with her sense.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Voss.” He sighed, shaking his head lightly. He was never sure what to do when she got like this. Not sure if it was something he should be worried about or if it was just a character trait of hers that on occasion decided to annoy them both. Or at least he thought it annoyed her as well, her own words failing her when normally she was rather good at communicating. He frowned, one that greatly exceeded her own in its dourness, and returned to his drink.

He closed his eyes and allowed the burning liquor to force his mind elsewhere. Oblivious to the sound of rustling fabrics and a moving body beyond until it was pressed warm into his side. Wrapped around him like a coat against the biting winds, nonexistent in the small inn room. He felt a sharp nose dig into his shoulder, and another warm hmph muffled by his shirt.

He fought the urge to smirk, and instead, kept his eyes shut and continued with his drink. As if blind to the Ala Mhigan woman plastered to his side. He lowered his cup back to the wood of the table, and then simply sat there, with his eyes closed. If he knew her well, and considering their joint career and storied history he’d like to believe he did, soon she’d start poking his cheek and directly demanding attention.

When she didn’t, he peeked open one of his eyes, only to see the top of her head and her arms wound around him. He furrowed his brow, and rotated himself as best he could so that her restraint, also known as a strong hug, left her head upon his chest and not needling into his shoulder.

“Danica.” He started, growing a bit more exasperated by the moment, leaving her name hanging in the air. Heavy. “What are you doing?” He asked, much more direct than “what's wrong?” and much more likely to get an answer.

She tilted her head back, to look up at him, and gave a weak smile. “I’m pestering you.” She stated, in a voice barely above a whisper. Raising up one of her arms to poke at his cheek, just as he expected.

He fought the urge to laugh, even as his eyes grew soft and his own arms mirrored hers. Apparently, she was just moving slower than he was used to, back to her constant mischievously affection  masked as something it wasn’t.

“You’re embracing me,” He responded, resting his head atop hers. He could feel a light chuckle rumble her. Her words, muffled though they were, responded back quickly and lightly.

“I’ve no idea what your talking about!”

Her laughter ceased not long after. Leaving the two of them in a warm silence that wasn’t unlike how they were minutes prior. Simply closer, both physically and otherwise. She let out a low hmph, as if thinking. Squeezing Estinien just a bit tighter as she racked her brains for an actual proper answer to his question.

“I’m tired...” She started slowly, but a flood of words quickly followed “Tired, more than a bit bored. Want to do something fun but I’m not sure what's actually fun anymore that isn’t just, I don’t know, fighting?” She looked up at Estinien, confusion in her eyes, as well as his.

“And I missed you a bit” More than a bit if she was to be honest. A lot. Endlessly. So much. “So I guess I just want to find something fun that’s also with you thats actually fun and like you know. Be home.” She looked away, suddenly aware of how much and how little she had actually said, only to have her chin caught upon a crooked finger and gently pushed back up.

She was surprised, for a moment, at the overt warmth of his gaze. So use to the impassive grey of his eyes,as stern and cold as Coerthas itself. His normal grimace, replaced with an easy, barely perceivable smile twitching at the edge of his lips. He had gotten his answer.

“I missed you too, Dee.” The words were light as a whisper, but brought a wide smile to her lips anyway. This. This could be fun, just lounging here. Hells it had been before, why not now. She grasped the hand upon her face and pressed into it, the wave of anxious energy receding for the moment, replaced by a rare calm.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed this warmth. Much truer than any she could force herself to steal, just by plastering herself to his side. It was almost as if here, then, the world knew no dangers. As if she knew no strife. As if Primals and Ascians and Garlemald were just nightmares, no more tangible and dangerous than any other night time fantasies positive or negative.

Soft lips upon her brow stole even those musings. Instead idle thoughts of many mirrored moments replaced them. Embraces here. Kisses there. Lands far away but home all the same due to the presence of each other. A young man in Rak’tika had asked her is she ever missed home; she hadn’t the heart to tell him always. That though their feet wandered in different directions, her soul always screamed for the company of her home.

“We’re quite the pair are we not? You speak of something fun without killing, and all I can think of is hunting.” He chuckled to himself. War had dug its claws into them deep, and had yet to let go. Even if it left, would they be able to survive without it? Or would its wounds bleed out, till nothing remained of them. He sighed, raising his fingers to tangle in her hair, cement himself to the moment and not a grim potentiality.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something eventually.” She smiled, gentle, hopeful. Thankful. By the Fury, her hope was contagious. “After all the nonsense is finished I’m sure we’ll have all the time in the world to figure it out.”

“Doesn’t help us now, alas.” He twirled a black strand tight around his finger. She’d cut it short when she was away. It was new, interesting, and waved just as wildly as she was in a strong wind. Fitting.

“Well then, I’m sure between the two of us we can brainstorm something anything  that we can do.” She leaned back, a mock pout on her face. “I’d like to think we have at least one brain cell bouncing around our collective minds. Like hells what do we normally do when we have time like this?”

She hated to admit that normally, they didn’t. The last time they had actually gotten to sit down with each other and talk, or simply exist in each others space for an extended period of time without work at one of their backs was in the Azim Steppes. Sure, they had run into each other before, short little meetings, but those had always also involved others. And had never been for fun.

“I don’t think be much help,” Estinien added, rubbing his chin in thought. “I’ve got exactly zero hobbies beyond... you know... work.” Danica couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, his honesty was refreshing as always, even if she didn’t really consider their work a hobby. “God what did we do on the steppes.”

“Each other.” Danica added sharply, before laughing much more fully. Remembering quite fondly their time together, hopefully far away from any prying eyes the moment they were able to make sure Orn Khai was fine on his own.

“Don’t suppose that will work here? That would be too easy.”  Estinien joined her, his laughter much less loud than her own but there all the same. Mostly muffled by her own hair, and his face buried in it.

“Listen, if there is to be an end to this nonsense sooner or later, and we actually get some rest we need to figure out something we both enjoy that we can do together. Aka, we need to find a hobby.”  She joked, she wouldn’t lie and say she didn't enjoy sitting with him doing nothing, but she knew her hands would grow restless sooner rather than later.

“Triple Triad” He suggested

“You hate card games” She reminded

“Reading, to each other”

“That’s tempting, but we’ve got no books around us at the moment.” She smiled, adding it to a list of potentials, though quickly amending her statement “That is, unless you wish me to read my latest loan from the Thaumaturges guild.”

“No, I’d rather not have a headache today.”

She chuckled. Perhaps just conversation would do, as the back and forth of ideas continued on. He’d suggest something, she’d give an opinion, and then suggest something right back. They never really did find something to do, but after an hour or so they no longer seemed to mind.

“Mind if I steal some?” She asked, grasping for his cup, then refilled with water.  He nodded no, he didn’t at all, and watched as she adjusted herself atop his lap, his cup in hand, and smiled.

“Hey, Estinien.” She spoke, after a moment in silence. Perhaps reflecting upon her faint reflection in the cup, and the night they had.

“Yes?” He responded, tilting his head like a curious and attentive dog.

“You’re staying here tonight right? And your not leaving tomorrow?” She asked, careful, almost timid eyes looking into his. He had no idea what thoughts swirled thought her mind a lot of the time, but he had an idea at the moment.

“Correct, though I’ll probably move on in a couple of days time.” She gave a strong smile in response.

“Mind if I keep pestering you till then, then?” And with that, he returned it. Pulling close and knocking the empty cup against his chest.

“Not at all Dee.”

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Light filtered in through the frosted window of a small home in Ishgard, falling gently on the faces of two who would much rather it still be dark, still be the common mans hour of rest. One was still deep in the arms of sleep, her chest rising and falling gently, peacefully, the most at ease Estinien Wyrmblood had ever seen his companion in the years he’d known her. A small smile tugged at his face, even as he cursed the lights intrusion. Rest. They’d finally found their rest.

As much as he would have loved to sit there, admiring the way the light danced through her black hair, splayed out across her pillow and his chest, His stomach urged him away. Such a rudeness, hunger was, interrupting such gentle times. And to feed said hungers, he’d have to find a way out of the warm cage of her arms. She was much like a cat really, one who loved warmth, and gentle affection. One might call her clingy, with how she wrapped around him whenever she could, but he wouldn’t dream of doing so. Her warmth was so different than the chill his life was used to, and by the Fury he wouldn’t lose it.

Slowly, gently, he moved her arms from around him. Replacing his warmth with one of her many plush animals. She loved those things, so soft and warm and cute. He hoped they’d be at least a passable stand in for him as he got something to eat. She furrowed her brows as he moved, causing him to pause, holding his breath for a second, afraid he had woken her. Thankfully, it appeared just to be a stirring in her dreams, for soon she drew the plush animal close to her chest, and rolled over still very much asleep.

He exhaled, relieved. Sitting up fully now, he swung his feet to the cold stone floor. They really needed to invest in a rug. He could feel the heat seeping from his body before his feet even hit the ground. Shivering, he slipped into the slippers Danica had bought him instead of a rug. Moogle shaped, with poms on the back that had fallen off sometime during his use of them. A nameday present she had sworn was practical, and reminded her of him. His smile grew, he turned his head once more to look at her, gently reaching out and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and then finally headed towards their bedroom door.

The rest of the house was just as cold, but that didn’t come as a surprise. They did live in Ishgard after all. At least for now, he knew Danica was still looking for the perfect place to open an Inn somewhere distant and and gentle a place where people might not visit often or might not know her name. Anonymity was what she sought, something she had lost long ago, to be the faceless but always listening innkeeper.

He lit the stove with a few quick strikes of a match to tinder as his mind continued to wander. Slowly, meandering through every dream and vision and idea that appeared in his mind. He’d go with her when she found that magical place. If she’d let him that is. Every so often his mind would grow dark, moody, and he’d wonder why she even found comfort in him, as much of a broken, tired man he was, had once been. How closed off and cruel to her, especially early on in their relationship. He shook his head, Danica would poke his side if she heard him thinking such things, remind him that he has no say in how she feels about him. That she loved him and the dagger weilding fiends in his mind had could do naught to change that.

He found one of the few pans they had. He was glad they still managed to have one clean. Both Danica and himself had forgone cleaning dishes the night before, for no reason other than they wished to both be warm and lazy. He laughed a bit to himself, so very different from when they were on the road. Regimented. Up at Dawn. Clean things directly after they were used. Work till Sundown. Sleep. Repeat.The laziness was a breath of fresh air, really.

Eggs. Check. Four of them. Did they still have any bacon? Or had they forgotten to go shopping the other day. Ah just enough for the two of them, if she woke to the smell. He’d never been a masterful cook but he knew enough not to make something passable with what they had, and passable was all his stomach required. Especially when the siren’s song of a warm bed awaited him not too far away.

The pan sizzled, the smell of bacon slowly filling the room, perhaps even the entire house, and once again Estinien found himself gently smiling. A door shut further in the house, he heard a loud yawn, and slow, languid footsteps. Ah, it had woken her. Perhaps he wouldn’t return to bed after all. Considering, to quote danica, what made it a warm bed and not just a cot was the presence of each other.

Finally turning the corner, a bleary eyed Voss stood for a moment, blinked, and then continued zombie like towards the other dragoon. She was the picture of exhaustion, long black hair wild and unkempt all about her, one of his shirts, half buttoned and falling off her right shoulder, a grumpy look painted on her beautiful face. Beautiful, she was beautiful.

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around him, pinning them both to his side, and nuzzling his shoulder with her head. He chuckled, managing to worm his far arm out from her grasp, only to lose it in her hair.

“DeeDee” He spoke her nickname gently. Like it was a secret name, only for the two of them to hear. Of course that wasn’t the truth. Many called her that, most of her friends did so often! But to him, calling her something so intimate almost exclusively when it was just them, that was special.

“DeeDee, I need my arms for this. Else we’re looking at a house fire and burnt bacon.” He chided, halfheartedly attempting to pry his other arm free. She grumbled something unintelligible. Holding tighter, harder, like her very life depended on her proximity to him. Ah, she wasn’t fully awake it seemed after all. She had just followed bed down the stairs. He chuckled.

“You’ve two arms.”  She managed to spit out intelligibly after a moment, before once again burying her face into his arm, covered by the cascade of hair he had tried so hard to keep as far away from the stove as possible. Back to square one, his free hand pushed back a selection of strands so that one of her eyes, the golden one, peaked out at him. He shook his head, she pouted.

“Well, if you want to eat burnt bacon then...” He started, turning back towards the stove. The food was in no danger, but it would be if she kept this up.

“I want to be back in bed. Actual bed not just the furniture.” He smiled. Seemed no amount of plush animal would pass for him. She moved her head a bit, looking at him now with her two sleepy, grumpy eyes. She inhaled, as if she was about to state some grand case that he should forgo food and simply return to bed, but she stopped. Sniffing audibly. “Ok fine. Bacon.”

But yet, she still did not free his arm. At least not fully. Instead, she lifted his captive arm high for a moment, only to slouch herself and plaster herself to his side. Leaving his arm free, but elevated, around her shoulders. She smiled into his side, basking in the warmth of his arm.

“Problem Solved.” She couldn’t stop herself from giggling at her own brilliance. Figuring out a way to be warm, to be in his arms, and to save the bacon! Genius! “I am the smartest Dragoon.”  She stumbled out, after getting herself suitably comfortable.  

“Hmph.” He feigned insult at that, he too was a dragoon after all! Had she forgotten! From the smile he saw peeking out between her messy bangs he doubted as much. Simply that she was tired and speaking with a tired mind. Gently he wound a bit of her hair around his finger, before tilting his head. Thinking back on the times when yes, she had been awake, aware, working.

“Yes, yes you are. Now go get some plates.” He ordered, only to be met with grumbling. He expected as much, she wasn’t keen on leaving a place once she got comfortable. Removing a hand from her shoulder, he reached up and managed, just barely, to grab two plates with one hand, without either of them falling on the pair.

And within moments, breakfast was served. She slipped from his side to greedily pick up her plate and fork, stuffing half a strip into her mouth before remembering to say thank you.  He shook his head, taking his own plate and heading towards the large couch her father had acquired for them some time before they set up shop in this tiny corner of Ishgard. Another thing they needed to get soon, a proper table for dining. He’d have to write these down later.

She had followed him, plate in hand, and promptly crawled into his lap as soon as he has situated himself upon the couches pale red cushions. Hr chuckled, placing his own plate upon her lap and wrapping his now free hand around her back as she leaned into him.

“Don’t you ever get tired of all the affection?” He asked, not seriously expecting an answer from her this early in the morning. His own sleepy brain however wished to air it. She shook her head no, almost violently, before grabbing his face and gently kissing his cheek before returning her head to his shoulder.

“Good. I’m glad.” He replied, relief painting his voice.

And with that, silence fell over the pair. Slowly eating their food, enjoying each others company, and watching the sunlight grow brighter through their few windows as early morning continued its transformation into Midday. Slowly, he watched her fall back into the clutches of sleep. Her hands growing lax upon her plate, thankfully not dropping it before he could whisk it away, her breathing growing regular, and gentle, and her eyes fluttering and staying shut.

Perhaps she was right, perhaps sleep even now was the place to be. Gently, he pushed their plates to the side, leaving more of a mess for them later of course but later was later. Now was something much more important. Then, he brought her up into his arms, careful, as if not to wake her again.

Returning once more to their small room, and their small bed, and the warmth it provided. Basking in the rest and comfort it gave them when truly it was complete.

Much later in the day they would wake. They would work among the world. Building, and planning, cleaning, and talking. But for now, all that mattered was their rest.

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              Daisypulled on her last golden glove.

              “Ready?”Stan asked.  Daisy looked over at herdad.  She nodded.  “Good.”

              “I stilldon’t know about this,” Angie said quietly. She stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Daisy’sear.  “Yer only sixteen.”

              “Ang, weagreed to let the kids make their own decisions,” Stan said.  Angie nodded.

              “Yes,but-”

              “Daisywants to follow in her dad’s footsteps,” Stan continued, clapping a proud handon Daisy’s shoulder.  “That’s a goodthing.  I’ve heard her dad is prettygreat.”  Angie pursed her lips.  “Babe, let it go.”

              “It’s dangerousto be a hero.  And at sixteen, no less!”

              “I’mgonna be with her the entire time,” Stan said firmly.  “She won’t leave my sight.”  Angie sighed.

              “Fine.  Fine. Leave ‘fore I change my mind and use my powers to keep ya both here,”she said.  Daisy kissed her ma on thecheek.

              “Bye,Ma!” she said cheerfully.  Angie smiledweakly at her.

              “Goodbye,dear.”

              “Bye,babe,” Stan said, kissing Angie on the forehead.  “Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll watch her.” Angie nodded silently.

              “I’mholdin’ ya to that.”

              “Want meto bring home dinner?”

              “…Okay.”

              “I’mgonna let Daisy choose, since it’s her night.”

              “Okay.”  Angie swatted him playfully.  “Get goin’! Yer daughter is goin’ to get frustrated with ya.”  Stan snuck one more kiss before exiting thehouse.  Angie let out a wistfulsigh.  The pager clipped to her beltchirped at her.  She unclipped her pagerand read the alert.  A small smile spreadacross her face.

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              “This isboring,” Daisy whined.  Stan sighed.

              “Yes,patrol is sometimes boring,” he said.  Theother hero assigned to today’s patrol, someone whose name Stan could neverremember, frowned at Daisy.

              “Seriously,Flamethrower, who is this kid?” he asked. Stan put an arm around Daisy’s shoulders.

              “Myprotégé.  Ignition.”

              “Ignition,”the coworker said flatly.  He rolled hiseyes.  “Lemme guess, you’re a pyro.”

              “Yep!”Daisy chirped.

              “Uh-huh.”  The coworker crossed his arms.  “If you couldn’t leave your kid alone athome, the proper response is to call a babysitter, not take her to work,” hesaid to Stan.

              “She’s ateenager.  She doesn’t need ababysitter,” Stan said.  “I brought heralong so she could learn the tricks of the trade.  She wants to be a hero, like her old man.”

              “So you’rejust dropping all pretense that she’s not your daughter.”

              “Eh.  Might as well.  You figured it out,” Stan said with ashrug.  Daisy grinned at him.  “Now, like I was saying, kid, patrolsometimes isn’t that exciting.  Which isa good thing.  Means that villains aren’tstealing stuff.”

              “Yeah,but I wanted to do stuff,” Daisy said. She punched the air like she was fighting an invisible enemy.  “Wanted to use those boxing lessons you gaveme.  Otherwise, I shoulda just stayedhome.  Did homework or somethin’.”

              “Really?  Homework is better than time with me?” Stanasked.  Daisy shrugged.

              “Sometimes.”

              “Ouch,”Stan mumbled.  The coworker laughed.

              “Yep,your kid is a pyro all right.  No oneelse could burn you that bad.”  An alarmsuddenly sounded from the building across the street.  “Saved by the bell.”

              “Yaddayadda yadda, whatever,” Stan scoffed. Someone ran out of the building, into the middle of the street.  Stan squinted at the figure.  “All right, Ignition, hit her with a warningshot.”  Daisy swallowed.

              “Are- areyou sure that I should-”

              “You’vegot better aim than I do, kid.  You’ll befine,” Stan said dismissively. “C’mon.  Shoot!”

              “O-okay.”  Daisy steadied her stance before firing off aquick ball of fire from her hands.  Thefire hit the person in the square of the chest.

              “Oof!”the person grunted, falling to the ground. Stan’s heart leapt to his throat.

              Oh, shit.  The person slowly got up and saidsomething.  Stan couldn’t make out thewords, but he could easily recognize the voice. Fuck.

              “Oh, no!”Daisy whispered.  She tugged at herhair.  “I didn’t- I hurt- I shouldn’thave- I’m so sorry, I-”  Stan’s coworkerinterrupted Daisy’s panicked stammers.

              “See,this is why we don’t invite kids to patrol,” he said, glaring at Daisy.  “They freak out when they have to get theirhands dirty.  They’re just not-”  Stan whacked him upside the head.  The coworker passed out cold on the rooftop.  Stan cupped his hands around his mouth.

              “Get uphere!” he called.  The person in thestreet nodded silently, then flew up to the rooftop Stan and Daisy werewatching from.  Once the person landed,Stan crossed his arms.  “Angie!”  Angie smiled sheepishly.

              “Howdy,”she said.  Daisy crossed her arms aswell.

              “Ma, whatare you doin’ here?” she asked.

              “I gotcalled in.”

              “Bull.  Shit,” Stan said flatly.  Angie scowled.  “Okay, maybe you did get called in.  But you didn’t have to take it.  I know you didn’t, ‘cause you told me thatyou worked it out with your crew.  Sinceyou have kids, you don’t have to take calls unless they happen during a timeyou were scheduled to do villain stuff.” Angie looked away.  “You only tookthis call ‘cause you wanted to keep an eye on Daisy.”

              “So whatif I did?” Angie burst out.  “She’s mydaughter, too!”

              “Yeah,and she made her decision,” Stan snapped. “She wants to look into being a hero. And we agreed we’d let the kids decide on their own what they wanted tobe.”

              “Bein’ ahero is so dangerous.”

              “So isbeing a villain.  And you wouldn’t befreaking out if she wanted to intern with your crew,” Stan said.  Angie’s shoulders drooped.  “You have to make your peace with what Daisychose.”

              “Iguess.”  Angie ran her hands through herhair.  “I also- sixteen is so young tostart this!  I’ve never met anyone whostarted this young.”

              “Heroesstart young, Ma,” Daisy said.  “GrandmaPines told us she got started when she was fourteen.  The head start is to make sure ya don’t breakany of the laws yer tryin’ to uphold.” Angie pursed her lips.

              “Sixteen,though.”

              “My momstarted when she was fourteen,” Stan said. Angie stared at him.  Stan shrugged.  “It’s true.”

              “I just-I didn’t mean to intervene, I swear.  I’mjust worried about my baby girl.”

              “I’mworried, too.  The second things lookdicey, I send her outta there, okay?” Stan said.  “I can take care of our daughter.”

              “Let metry this, Ma,” Daisy said.  “Let me spendsome time learning from Dad.”

              “…Okay,”Angie said begrudgingly.  “I still- Istill don’t like it, but…fine.  I’ll tellmy crew that somethin’ popped up and I couldn’t come.  They’ll send someone else fer you two topractice with.”  She wagged her finger atStan.  “Our daughter better not come homewith a single scratch on her, you hear me?”

              “Loud andclear.”

              “Good.”  Angie kissed Daisy on the top of her head andStan on the cheek before flying away. Daisy looked over at Stan’s coworker.

              “Whatshould we do with him?”

              “Eh.  Leave him be. He was kinda a dick anyways.  I’lljust tell him that your ma had backup that took him out.  That’s usually what I say when I have toknock someone out.”

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              Thesecurity guard wrung his hands anxiously.

              “NormallyI wouldn’t get help from a hero,” he said as he led Stan through a narrow,dimly lit hallway.  “We’re good athandling things ourselves.  But it was amask that broke in, and with it being a high-security research facility-”

              “I get it,”Stan said dismissively, waving away the guard’s concerns.  “You gotta have a mask to take care of amask, especially with the weird shit the scientists who work here get up to.”

              “You knowabout it?”               “A bit,” Stan said with ashrug.  “I’ve got some scientists in myfamily, and they went hog wild when this place was first built.  Do you know who broke in?”

              “No.  She was clearly a mask, but she seems rather young,so she’s probably new.  And she took outthe security cameras right away, so I couldn’t get a better look.”

              “Got it.”

              “This isthe lab she broke into,” the guard said, coming to a stop outside a door.  Stan tested the handle.  It turned, but the door wouldn’t open.  “She froze it shut.  I saw that right before she cut the camerafeed.”  Stan then saw ice wedged in thecracks between the door and the doorjamb.

              “Frozeit,” Stan said quietly.

              Cryokinesis is rare.  That’s what Angie said.  It only ever gets passed down throughfamilies, and there’s only a handful of families that have that power.  A sinking feeling settled in hisstomach.  It better not be her.  Theguard cleared his throat.  Stan realizedhe had been quiet for too long.

              “It’s noproblem,” he said, blustering up some bravado. “I’m a pyro.  Ice doesn’t phase me.  You should probably head back to your officeor whatever while I take care of this. Don’t want any collateral.”

              “Okay.  Good luck.”

              “Don’tneed it.”  Stan waited for the guard toleave before carefully melting the ice built around the edges of the door.  He entered the room and closed the door assoftly as he could.  The intruder hadn’tnoticed his arrival.  He could hearclanging and clattering as the intruder dug through lab equipment.

              “Sufferingsuccotash,” the intruder muttered.  Stangrimaced.

              Yep. It’s her.  He made his waythrough the lab.  Once he was closeenough, he stepped into view.  He put hishands on his hips.

              “DanicaViola Pines.”  The intruder spun aroundand instinctively shot a blast of ice towards him.  Stan burst into flames, melting the icebefore it could hit him.  Hescowled.  “You know better than to attackyour dad, princess.”  The intruder, hisoldest child, Danny, gasped and covered her mouth.

              “I’msorry, Dad!  I didn’t know it was you, Iwas just-”

              “What thehell are you doing?” Stan interrupted. Danny rubbed the back of her neck.

              “Sabotagingmy competitor’s research.  There’s thiscompetition I really wanna win, and there’s this guy in this lab that I can’tbeat clean.”

              “Uh-huh.  Why didn’t you tell me or your ma about this?”

              “UncleLute told me not to,” Danny mumbled.  “Hesaid you guys would be upset.”

              “Geez,” Stansaid, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “Youactually believed that?  Your ma would bethrilled to find out you decided to be a villain.”

              “Yeah, butMa would tell you ‘cause she doesn’t like keeping secrets from you.  And I didn’t think you’d be happy that yourprincess wanted to go into villainy.”

              “Afterthe whole thing with your ma freaking out when Daisy started heroing, I did mybest to prepare for this,” Stan said.  “Imean, I wish you’d be a hero, but as long as you’re smart about being avillain, it’s fine.”  Danny smiled.  “But you weren’t smart.”  Her smile vanished.

              “What?”

              “C’mon,kid.  Breaking into a high-security labfor your first villain job?  In themiddle of a security guard’s shift? Hell, do you even have a codename yet?”

              “Yes.  Graupel.”

              “Graupel.”

              “Snowpellets.”

              “Whohelped you come up with that?”

              “UncleFord.”

              “Figures.”  Stan sighed. “You shoulda had your Uncle Lute help you with the codename.  He’s better at that stuff.”  He looked Danny up and down.  Her outfit resembled a white ski suit.  “Your villaining duds aren’t too bad, though.”

              “Yeah,can we talk about this at home?  I wanna getthis sabotaged and get outta here.”

              “You’renot gonna sabotage squat.”

              “What?  Why?” Danny whined.  “I thought you weren’t gonna be upset aboutme breaking the law.”

              “I’mnot.  You know I’m all for going around therules a bit to win.”

              “Thenwhy?  I woulda had it done by now if youhadn’t caught me!”

              “Exactly.  If I didn’tcatch you.  But I did.  And you know the rules your Grammie andGrampie Gucket have,” Stan said firmly. Danny pouted and looked away.  “Ifyou get caught before you can finish a job, you don’t get to finish, no matterwho catches you.  It teaches you to besmarter about committing crimes.”

              “Fine,”Danny muttered.

              “Put thebeaker down.”

              “It’s anErlenmeyer flask, Dad.”

              “Don’tcare.  Put it down.  Put everything back.”

              “Theyhave really nice equipment, though!  Ican’t take even a couple stirring rods?”

              “Nope.  You got caught.  So you don’t get to steal anything.”

              “Ugh!”  Danny emptied her pockets, dumping variouslab equipment into a nearby sink.  “Thisis so stupid.”

              “Yep.  Think ahead next time.”  Stan looked over at the door he had enteredthrough.  “Is there a window you can jumpoutta?  We aren’t too high up.”

              “Yeah,”Danny mumbled.

              “Good.  Do that. I’ll tell the security guy that you made a break for it, but I stoppedyou from taking anything.”  Stan narrowedhis eyes at his daughter.  “Take that thingout of your boot.”  Danny scowled, but removeda metal spatula from her boot.  “I’llhandle security, you get outta here, and when I get home we’re gonna have aconversation about breaking the law smart.”

              “Fine.”  Danny started to leave.  Stan raised an eyebrow.  “Do you really want me to give you a kiss onthe cheek after you crushed my dreams?”

              “Yes,”Stan said flatly.  Danny rolled her eyes,but walked over and gave him a peck on the cheek.  “Thanks, sweetie.  Now, get outta here.”

[ask-the-yugoslavbunch]

Fic: drabbles

//-dusts off blog- so finals amirite? I’ll see how much I’ll do with this blog over the summer ahaha

In the meantime, I wrote some drabbles! Based on some ships, though various levels of shippyness varies. All drabbles ended up as 100 words, which I’m proud of lol, though some have some notes added on.

Ao3

BosHerze Castle

“…and that’s the gardens, and this is the castle!”

Bosnia spread her arms wide as she gestured towards the sturdy looking fortress. “We’ll be staying here a while before we continue on to Visoko.”

Zahumlje said nothing. He was miserable. At least when he was being bossed around by Serbia or Croatia or Rome*, they had been taller and older, so them being more powerful was fine. But now, he was being bossed around by some girl a head shorter than him with flowers in her scandalously short hair. It was the worst embarrassment a nation could imagine.

Life sucked.

*Rome in this case is the Byzantine empire, as when it still existed it was just called Rome.

SloMace Wicked

“Oh, wicked!”

Primož raised an eyebrow at Vesna. “Wicked?”

She grinned. “It means, like, cool. It’s slang. Doesn’t hurt to try slang sometimes, you know. All the cool, hip bands say it.”

He definitely did not pout as he said, “I can use slang.”

“Sure, Primo.” Vesna smiled patronizingly at him, then paused and tilted her head slightly, as if thinking hard. “Going back to cool bands though, you’re a part of ours, so I guess we automatically don’t qualify as cool. How sad.”

He threw a nearby shoe at her, as she laughed and danced out of the room.

SerbCro Evaluate

“Novak.”

“Krešimir.”

The two men evaluated the other. They hadn’t seen each other in a while, at least not outside the professional business sphere, and suddenly happening upon the other man so casually raised their hackles quite a bit. They gazed intently, as if those gazes would reveal the other man’s weaknesses and secrets.

This show off, however, would’ve been significantly more tension filled if it weren’t for the fact that they were in a dog park and Novak’s dog Ben was sniffing Krešimir’s dog Jelena’s butt.

Novak tugged on the leash. “Ben, stop that. Oh, Lea don’t you start.”

CroHun Explosion

Croatia threw himself on the ground as the enemy sent another volley of arrows, these setting the wood in the castle on fire. He wouldn’t die from the arrows, not permanently at least, but it would still hurt. Sieges sucked.

He chanced peeking up and saw Hungary standing straight over the ramparts, laughing and making rude hand signs towards the enemies. He stared at the older boy in disbelief and awe.

“Are you crazy?” Croatia yelled over the sounds of battle. He ducked down as more arrows rained down.

He heard Hungary laugh, and decided yes, the boy was nuts.

*this is during the time Hungary thought she was a boy.

MontHerze Strike

Nada slammed the trunk closed and looked through the window, grinning. She sauntered around the car to the passenger seat and sat so she was straddling Danica.

Danica gave her a chastising look, but Nada could only properly see one eye, so the reprimand was minimalized. Nada grinned unashamedly.

“Are the—”

“Weapons all in? Yes, it’s all good.”

Danica let out an irritated huff, but put her hands on Nada’s waist and Nada’s grin grew smug. She put her own arms around Danica and leaned in. “We’re ahead of schedule, we could—”

She was interrupted by a kiss.

*Nada is nyo!Herzegovina

MontMace Moonlight

The moonlight brightens Vesna’s hair, turning the auburn locks into a fierce red befitting her fierce personality. Her tanned skin doesn’t fare as well though, looking too pale and washed out wherever the moonbeams hit. Even against stark white sheets, her skin seems too dull for such a vibrant person.

Danica lightly pushes some curls off Vesna’s shoulder, then traces a finger down her arm. Vesna doesn’t stir, so different from her constant moving when awake.

The colors, the movement, it’s all so off.

Danica leaves the bed then. Vesna at night is too different from Vesna during the day.

SerbMont Rose

Danica looked down at Novak’s hands. “What’s this?”

He gave her an irritated look. “It’s a flower. A rose. Several of them, actually. I’m sure you’ve seen flowers before, they’re pretty common.”

Now, she gave the irritated look. “I know what flowers are. Why are you giving it to me?”

“Because I like to give gifts?”

“Of a bouquet of roses? You?”

“Oh, shut up.”

Novak shoved the bouquet into her chest. If Danica didn’t know better, she would’ve said he was blushing. “Just take the damn flowers, already.”

She grabbed them, just so they didn’t fall to the floor.

SerbGre Gaudy

Novak stared down at the shirt he was wearing.

“Do you really think this looks good,” he asked Heracles.

“Have I ever led you wrong?”

“All the time.”

“How about with fashion?”

“Yeah, then too.”

Heracles ignored that. “It looks fine. Everyone will be talking about it.”

Novak looked down at his outfit once more. “I don’t know, purple and orange…”

Heracles crossed his arms, and imagined petting a cat to calm down. “Fine, I’ll wear it then.” He started unbuttoning Novak’s shirt, then paused. He raised an eyebrow. “Unless you want to take it all off and stay in?”

KosLiech Hypnotise

Aleksandra pulled excitedly on Lili’s hand, leading the smaller girl through the tents at the fair. “The fortune teller’s tent was right over here!”

Lili plodded along behind her, not as convinced that going to a fortune teller was a great idea. “I don’t know, Sandra. Do you really want to get hypnotized or something?”

Aleksandra looked over her shoulder. “To see my future? Uh, yeah! It’s gonna be awesome, don’t worry about it.”

The arrived in front of a purple tent with an eye on the front flap, still holding hands. Aleksandra gave Lili a smile. “It’ll be fine.”

BosTurk Broom

Bosnia swept up the colorful glass shards. Serbia, Wallachia, and Greece had broken one of Turkey’s vases. Again.

Boys, she scoffed in her thoughts as she carefully tipped the shards from the broom pan into a cloth bag to throw away later. No respect for their betters.

Because Turkey was in so many ways their better! Not only was he taller and older and more handsome than Serbia, Romania, and Greece could ever hope to be, he was also kind and gentle. Yet, he knew when to be tough.

The perfect man, she sighed, carrying the bag of shards away.

[fourohfourrealitynotfound]

Alys White’s Backstory - Week 8: First Love

Arospec awareness week when I’m writing about the “First Love” of an Aro character for @yourocsbackstory’s Backstory Weeks? Perfect!

If you have any questions about the terms I use in this post, feel free to message me or send an ask. I’ve added a couple resources about Aromanticism, the Aromantic Spectrum, and Arospec Awareness Week at the very bottom of this post.

Questions

Alys is aromantic, meaning that she doesn’t experience romantic attraction. While some people on the aromantic spectrum can fall in love and have relationships, Alys’s experiences are based more on my experiences as an aro. She will not have a romantic love interest, either in her past or in the story.

That being said, that doesn’t mean she can’t experience love at all. If I had to describe her “first love,” I would automatically say fiction. Writing is her hobby, career, escape, and passion. Fantasy quite literally becomes her life.

As far as humans go, there is one character I would say she is closer with than others. Back when I thought Alys was straight, she was going to end up with a character named Alek. Instead, she’s going to become really close friends with him. I’d go as far as to say they’re alterous.

Prompt

This is the lead up to and event of Alys meeting Alek for the first time.

I noticed that guy lurking outside my room a few more times that day. Just like that first encounter, he would leave every time I noticed him.

When I asked Rhys who he was, they said, “Oh, that’s just Alek. He’s weird like that.”

Puzzled, I knit my brow. “What do you mean?”

”I don’t know,” they sighed. “He’s just not normal, even by Havenwood standards.”

”It’s because he’s lived at Havenwood all his life,” Danni explained. “He doesn’t go out into the real world that much, even when we get to visit the city on the weekends.”

”Yeah,” Rhys agreed. “He’s usually more social than this, though. It’s probably because someone new is here,” Rhys said, poking my hand.

Florence entered the room with a scowl on her face. “Rhys, Danica. Can you go find Magnolia? Besides, you should let Alys rest.”

I wanted to protest that I didn’t need rest, but they left and shut the door before I could. I sat in silence for a minute, surprised at my newfound loneliness. They were practically strangers, but these new people made quite nice company. I considered leaving the room, but I didn’t want to anger Florence on my first day by disobeying her order of bedrest.

Eventually, I noticed my messenger bag sitting on a chair by the wardrobe. Upon retrieval, I was grateful to find my mother’s book and my writing notebooks inside.

To pass the time, I decided began flipping through the familiarly worn pages of Mom’s book. Because of this, I didn’t immediately notice when the door opened again. When a cool breeze brushed my cheek, I looked up to find Alek standing in the doorway. “Hi,” I squeaked.

He blinked, as if surprised at my greeting. “Hello.” His voice was pleasant and smooth. Crossing the room, he offered a hand to shake. “I’m Alek.”

”Alys,” I said, shaking his hand with newfound confidence. “I’m pleased to finally meet you.”

”Finally?” He glanced at the wicker chair Rhys had abandoned, but didn’t sit.

I shrugged. “Rhys and Danni told me a bit about you. You can sit, if you’d like.”

More information about Aromanticism and Arospec Awareness Week:

http://wiki.asexuality.org/Aromantic

http://aromantic.wikia.com/wiki/Aromantic_spectrum

http://arospecawarenessweek.tumblr.com/

[thatssonanii]

I'm Pregnant

Holiday Prompts

Drew & Danica

Drew watched his daughter open her gifts with a big smile on his face that seemed to get bigger every time she opened a gift. He sat beside his wife on the floor, helping her pass the gifts to Penny. Once she got everything open and paper ws thrown everywhere, Penny attacked her parents with hugs.

"Do you like your gifts, Penny?" Drew asked. She nodded, curls bouncing along. "What about you, wife? Do you like yours?"

He paid much more attention than Danica thought. And with the help of her sister, Drew was able to get the camera Danica had been wanting and a surface pro, along with some other things.

"I love them, Drew. Do you like yours?"

"I do. I don't know how the hell you did it but I'm thankful."

Danica used her uncle's company to turn their basement into a home gym and a downstairs bedroom into a man cave. She listened to him talk about how much he liked Jinder's and figured he's like his own.

"It's not hard when you're not here, Drew," she laughed, "But I am glad Ms. Rosie next door kept her mouth shut."

"I can imagine her watching the men come in and out from across the street making up all kinds of things in her head. She's too nosey for her own good," Drew added.

While they talked, Penny made her back to the pink tree. She walked around it for a second then crawled under it. Drew saw her and laughed.

"What're ya doing, silly? You've opened them all."

"Nah uhn," she huffed as she slid out from under the tree. She popped back up with a rectangular shape gift in her hand. "See. It's another gift, Daddy. I found it."

Danica smiled. She didn't think it would take Penelope long to find the stow away gift.

"What's it say, PJ?" Danica asked softly.

"It got PJ and Daddy on it. We open it," she asked with big eyes. Danica nodded and Penny jumped into Drew's lap, the two tore at the paper together.

Drew pulled the tape off, then eased the lid off the box. His eyes lit up at the contents of the box. There was a small shadowbox in the box. Inside the shadow box was a positive pregnancy test, A sonogram and little baby booties.

"Danica? Really?" He asked staring at her. She nodded unable to contain her joy. "Do you know what this means, Penny?"

"No what?" She said looking between her parents.

"It's means Santa brought you your baby brother, Princess."

"Huh? Where?"

Danica laughed as she moved closer to them. She pointed the picture for Penelope to look. "Right there, babygirl. I'm pregnant. He or she will be here in six months."

Tears cascaded down Penny's face alarming bother her parents. Drew wiped her face and brought her to his chest.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Didn't you want Santa to bring you a sibling?" Danica asked.

She nodded still crying leaving her parents puzzled.

"So whats the tears for?" Drew asked.

"I'm so happy," she sobbed loudly into his chest.

"Awwwwe," Danica cooed wiping a few years of her own.

Drew rocked his babygirl to comfort her until she stopped. Penny went over to her Barbie Dream House calling for Drew to help. Before he got up, he leaned over to kiss Danica.

"Told you Santa would deliver," he laughed.

[neirawrites]

WIP Questions tag game

Thanks for the tag @peoniepoetals you’re awesome :D

WIP: Phantom Limb 

Yeah, I said i wasn’t going to touch Phantom Limb for a while, but the more i look at it, the more i like it, even if it’s sad. 

1. Describe the plot in one sentence?

Four months after her death, it’s up to Alma, her one armed girlfriend Danica and their best friend Ozren to solve the mystery behind the terrorist attack that claimed her life and save the world in the process. 

2. Pick one sight, smell, sound, feel and taste to describe the aesthetic for your novel.

Sight: Ferhadija street at night Smell: cinnamon and coffee Feel: a touch of a familiar hand  Taste: rose Turkish delight

3. Which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

A što ćemo ljuba kriti?

Računajte na nas

Par godina za nas

Hungarian rapsody

4. What’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

From Christmas Eve to New Years of 2018 in Sarajevo. Write what you know...

5. Are there any former titles you’ve considered but discarded?

Not really. This one was born as Phantom Limb. 

6. What’s the first line of your novel?

After giving the matter some thought, I have to admit being dead isn’t actually the worst thing that has happened to me.

(sidenote, I’m really proud of this one) 

7. What’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

-You have a future ahead of you. It will have its ups and downs, good days and terrible ones and I won’t be there to see any of them. And, that’s ok, Danica. That’s how it is, in this uncaring world. But, you will have other people. Ozren and Kristian, my family, a thousand kind strangers on the tram and who knows what else? I’m gone, but you are not, so live, Danica. Live for both of us.-. .......  –It would be easier if you were by my side.- ....... -And I will be. In your memories, in your thoughts, in our friends. That’s what stays behind. That’s our soul, the core of our existence in this world.-

I really like this entire chapter, no matter how sad it makes me. 

8. Which line from the novel most represents it as a whole?

-I wish we had the chance to grow into better people together. To find our mistakes and fix them when that could have meant more.– I tell her –That opportunity, that’s what I’ll miss the most.- 

(yeah, this one is melancholic enough)

9. Who are your character(s) faceclaims?

By either pure accident or some subconscious unresolved part of my brain, my two acquaintances I’ve known most of my life, who are best friends, look almost exactly how I pictured Alma and Danica. They post a lot of those bff pictures together and i’m always in awe at how well they fit. 

10. Sort your character(s) into Hogwarts houses.

Gryffindor: Danica (the Neville kind)  Ravenclaw: Alma Hufflepuff: Ozren, Sergei Slytherin: Zana, Kristian

11. Which character’s name do you like the most?

 After I changed the setting, i had to change the names and I think I did a pretty good job (although, there is a part of me that wants to pull an araki and name them all after local singers, bands and songs). My fave is probably Kristian Kapikul because it just sounds like a name of a world wide famous cellist. 

12. Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Danica was raised to be very feminine and girly and it stuck with her. loads of pink. skirts and flowery dresses. always impeccable.

Alma “what is an iron and can you eat it” omerbašić wears tank tops, t shirts and pants/shorts depending on the season. has left the house in her pidjama on numerous occasions. owns crocks and at least 12 different plaid shirts. 

Ozren, my literally poor son, tries his hardest to look well put together, mostly because he knows he can’t afford to look shabby. Kinda a boring dresser. same shirts and pants combo.

Kristian spends his time in the closet learning about fashion. his cheapest shirt costs Ozren’s rent. Loads of designer stuff, make Danica look like Alma.

13. Do any characters have distinctive birthmarks/scars?

Well, Alma’s a bit dead at the moment, but her knees and legs are full of scars from when she was an injury prone kid who fell of her bike and ran into Miljacka at least once. 

Danica survived and she has a lot of scars all over her body. the biggest one is on her face, under her right eye. she’s also missing most of her right hand. 

14. Which character most fits a character trope?

Alma and Danica have all the sad gay tropes you can think of and I’m sooo sorry 

15. Which character is the best writer? Worst?

Ozren is a journalists and he’s a pretty good writer at that. Zana probably picked up the skill in her 2 millennia.  Alma learned all she knows about writing from terrible shonen anime.

16. Which character is the best liar? Worst?

Best: Probably Kristian. Worst: Probably Alma, but Ozren isn’t that far behind. 

17. What character swears the most? Least?

Alma. Ozren (tho, they are all from ex yu. we aren’t exactly known for our manners.)

18. Which character has the best handwriting? Worst?

Danica and Zana write caligraphy. Edin is the worst. 

19. Which character is most like you? Least like you?

This is a story of my last two brain cells after one of them has died. Danica has my depression, my pessimism, my inability to vocalize my feelings. Alma has my optimism (shut up, i am an endless supplier of both), my overwhelming desire to prove myself and be the best, for the sake of those like me who didn’t have the same chances and the front i keep putting on even when I don’t need to. 

20. Which character would you most like to be?

All of these character are at best kinda sad and at worst clinically depressed, but I’m going with Kristian because he’s rich af and travels the world (i would go with Alma, but she’s kinda dead) 

Now I want to go back to editing this even tho all of my friends are yet to read it and it makes my depression worse, but dang it i care about it sooo much. 

Tag list: 

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