#her hand with the moonstone ring

[summerongrand]

Peep her hand on his chest and him saying "let's go"

[jbtbas]

Betrothal portrait of Amanda Arryn (OC from a CK2 AGOT playthru) details below!

[tamayakii]

Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader

I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic. I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.

"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.

The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.

The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.

The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.

I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Amethyst

Amethyst (“The World’s Most Popular Purple Gem”)

Color: Dark Vivid Purple to Pale Lilac

Hardness: 7

Rarity: Easy to Acquire

Type: Quartz

Chakra Association: Third Eye, Crown

Deities: Buddha, Dionysus, Diana, Artemis

Birthstone: February

Astrological Signs: Pisces, Aries and Aquarius

Element: Air

Planet: Jupiter

Origin: USA, Britain, Canada, Brazil, Mexico, Russia, Sri Lanka, Uruguay, East Africa, Siberia, India

Powers: Pride, Sobriety, Peace, Spirit World, Protection, Celibacy, Luck, and Homesickness

Crystals It Works Well With: Ametrine, Citrine, and Moonstone

How It Is Created: Amethyst receives its color beginning at the crystal’s growth. At the first stage, trace amounts of iron are incorporated into the crystal as it starts to grow. After the crystallization starts, gamma rays are emitted by radioactive materials within the host rock and the irradiated iron gives the amethyst its beautiful purple color.

History: One of the earliest references to amethyst is in the Old Testament book of Exodus as it is mentioned that one of the stones in the breastplate of Aaron the High Priest was an amethyst. There is not a clear indication to where the name comes from but it is said that it is derived from the Greek word “amethyst” which means “not drunk”. Despite this, it is associated with the god, Dionysus, because the purple hue of the crystal looks like delicious grape wine. Wine goblets were carved of this stone to prevent drunkenness. There is also a Greek lore involving Dionysus with a young girl named Amethyst. The lore reads:

“Dionysus was angry one day and swore that he would exact his revenge on the next mortal that came by. He created several tigers, informed him of their mission and went his way. As it would happen, a lovely young girl named Amethyst was the next to come by, on her way to pay homage to Artemis and was attacked. Artemis quickly changed the girl into a statue of solid quartz. When Dionysus returned to see what he had wrought, he was overcome with remorse and wept tears of purple wine which flowed over the statue, staining it permanently.”

The color was also in demand throughout history since the color purple is associated with royalty and was worn by royals in Egypt and Europe. In some traditions, Catholic Bishops wear amethyst rings to symbolize their piety and celibacy, and rosaries are still fashioned with this stone.

What It Can Do:

Excellent focal point for meditation and scrying

Used to unlock mysteries and figure out spiritual matters, such as death and rebirth

Helps cleanses, purify and heal the body, spirit, and mind

Balances emotions and prevents nightmares

Useful for spells to help let go of addictions

Uses on the tip of wands for healing and can produce high spiritual energy

Brings a sense of calm and clarity

Helps with decision making

Can open your third eye and connect to the crown chakra

Protects the mind from dark magic

A gateway stone to connecting with the spirit world

Helps with transmitting energies to a specific point

How to Get the Best Out of Amethyst: Wearing it on your person with a bracelet or necklace. Putting amethyst on bare skin invites the stone to release its vibrations directly into the body, amplifying its power.

How to Cleanse and Charge Amethyst:

To cleanse: Leave your Amethyst stone placed under the light of the full Moon for a whole night, that is, about 8 hours

To charge: It can also be recharge via the moon so just leaving it in the moonlight can do double duty.

Crystal Grid:

Protection and Cleansing (Hexagram)

Amethyst

Selenite

Snow Quartz

Hold your crystals in your hands and state your intention for the grid.

Lay the first triangle, placing clearing crystals on each point.

Join up the points and spray the grid with clearing essence.

Lay the light-bringing crystals in an overlocking triangle over the top of the first. Join up the points, starting with the first crystal you laid.

Place your keystone in the center, stating your intention once more.

Sources

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Thranduil and Josie Pt. 161- Cat Scratch Fever

Summary: A black cat crosses Josie's path bringing more bad luck to the Dorwinion castle. Narcisse is off kilter. Charles and Francis unite but not in agreement over their mother. Mary feels deep guilt of her knowledge. Francis gets under Josie's skin. She and Lola speak more about Narcisse's past. A cut won't heal. Bash has a scary story to tell. Josie panics over a possible resurrection.

*Chapter Warnings* language, angst, censored gif, sexual references, murder mentions

Chapter characters: Josie, Narcisse, Charles, Francis, Mary, Lola, Bash

Chapter word count: 8,447

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When you got to Stephane's chambers, all was quiet after you knocked well over three times and called to him. Odd it seemed, considering the guard had told you Narcisse said it was urgent, so now you became concerned.

"Stephane?!" you loudly called to him one more time and wriggled the locked door handle.

Suddenly, you saw a shadow moving rapidly pacing about under the door and heard Stephane's charcoal gray magical Maine Coon cat Merlin, crying and clawing at the door. The crying swiftly then turned into a low emitted growl as if something were frightening him.

"Merlin sweety? What's wrong?" you asked as you bent down and placed your fingers under the door so you could scratch his chin, but he wanted no part of it. Instead, he began to hiss.

Something was wrong. Merlin was no "pussy" per se. In fact, he was quite the bad ass like all cats believed they were, so the scaredy cat persona was completely out of character for the long locked beauty of a beast.

"Alright honey. I'm coming in." you warned and gave the door handle an electric zap with a single twirl of your finger.

The latch made a loud click and then you cautiously pushed the creaking door open.

"MROWWW!!!" Merlin screeched and sped out of the room so fast, you almost tripped over him.

The room was dimly lit with all the curtains closed and on the sofa laid a sprawled out sleeping Stephane with one hand clutching an empty goblet over his stomach and the other hand grazing the floor with dried blood all over it.

Gasping, you quickly made your way to him, finding yourself crunching over a broken and bloodied shards of a mirror upon the floor. Kneeling down beside him, your widened eyes studied his chest to make sure he was breathing, which he was but it had a low raspy sound to it that reminded you of a....tiger's growl?? and he reeked of whiskey. Believing he was just snoring and intoxicated, you studied him over some more, especially his injured hand as you gently picked it up by his wrist so that you wouldn't shock him.

Angling his hand about to assess it, you noticed his gold ring, the one he always fidgeted with when he was anxious or lying. You had never paid much attention to the details of the ring before but now you could see it bore two gemstones, side by side as one piece that reminded you of the yin and yang symbol, for one stone was a black onyx and the other was a white moonstone. You knew that yin was of darkness and yang was of light. Could that be what the ring symbolized?

Moving your eyes on to his knuckles, they were all tore up so it was apparent that he had punched the mirror, but why was the question? Your hunch was the combination of the booze and his anger at you stemming from Haldir's spontaneous lip lock that he witnessed and possibly even something to do with Catherine's eldest son making an unannounced arrival that Stephane had clearly been upset about.

In that moment, Stephane had been dreaming. It was the day you first came to Dorwinion and he found you his red clover field searching for Haldir's gifted dreamcatcher you had dropped in the colossal cluster. At least he thought it was you as he viewed your long wavy scarlet strands from behind. Upon the woman's turning around, he found himself uttering the same words of shock that exited his lips that day and it wasn't the only shock he got.

"It is....you."

"Here kitty kitty kitty. Miss me? I've sure missed you. It's time to wake up once again, just as I had awoken the beast once before." Caroline cackled, forming her wicked grin and then clutched his hand, sending a burning jolt of juice through him, much like the one you and he experienced that day when your hands touched.

Feeling bad about his hand, you softly laid your hand over his wounds to heal him and in doing so, the electric current that you and he shared when your hands touched, shot right through both of you, startling him awake. But it wasn't Narcisse that you awakened.

Towering over your cowered body as you laid upon the floor in sheer terror, was a snarling and salivating beastly black panther with razor fangs as white as pearls and eyes that burned of the sun...and gusting from his roaring lungs was a fiery breath not of peppermint, but of black pepper.

"AHHH CHOOO!" you uncontrollably sneezed, spraying out a mist of sparkling silver water droplets into the ferocious feline's face.

He roared in pain and swung his paws in a frenzy at his eyes, giving you enough time to run and hide behind Stephane's liquor bar to try and rationally think of what to do, for this colossal cat was Narcisse and you didn't want to hurt him with your magic if you didn't have to, although it seemed you accidentally already had.

You were planted in a panic against the wooden bar, holding as still as you could as your frantic eyes scoured the darkness for movement and your ears searched for sound. Surely the beast would find you by sniffing you out, especially now that you noticed the palm of your hand had been scratched by the creature's claws and was bleeding. What in the hell was happening?? You knew nothing of his shapeshifting power. How the fuck did Narcisse transform into a giant fucking black cat before your very eyes and WHY?????

Your shallow breaths ceased as you heard grunting and groaning and then all went quiet again. As you prepared to counter attack in the least harmful way possible, you were grabbed by the arm and swiftly pulled to your feet by a sweating Stephane.

"Are you alright Jo???" he panted, steadying himself on the bar as you gaped at him in a frightful confusion.

"I...I...uh...umm...yes. I..think I should be asking YOU that??"

Narcisse glanced around, seemingly disoriented. "I...I don't feel so well."

He began to lean and fall, but you caught him and assisted him back to the sofa.

"What...what did you do to me??" he groaned and plopped onto his back, rubbing his eyes similarly to how the elephantine ebony cat had done.

"I...I don't..know?? I..I didn't mean to do anything. Lie still. I'll get you a wet rag soaked in healing water."

You cleaned your hand in the water which seemed to have ceased the bleeding, then quickly came back and sat beside him, forcing his rebelling hands away by his wrists in order not to shock him again and then laid the cool cloth over his inflamed eyes.

Narcisse made a frown as he licked his lips. "Silverbane. I can taste it. You sprayed me with fucking silverbane."

"W..what? I..how? and...I thought you were immune to poison??"

"Well apparently I am not to yours which you seem to have as a built in defense mechanism. I really wish you'd get your magical shit together Jo." he blindly griped with gritted teeth as he held the rag firmly over his eyes.

"But...even I can be hurt by Silverbane?? So how do I...oh wait..." you gasped. "It's just like Garrett. He can be hurt by fire, but yet he has fire power inside of him....and at Lestat's...I....I almost forgot....I had somehow conjured up Silverbane from thin air and blew it at my mother when she had almost depleted all of Garrett's blood."

"And yet once again, we are back to the vicious vampire." Stephane snarled as he snapped the rag to the floor with a huff and sat up.

He was somewhat right, you supposed. There you were, referencing Garrett after what you could describe as a cruel and vicious vision he sent you only moments earlier in your chambers. Even so, what you recalled was all still very relevant which would never matter to Stephane.

"You speak to me about being vicious after I just watched you turn into a very large vicious cat???? No wonder Merlin hightailed his ass out of here. Even he was afraid....and...so were you, for my safety. I can only assume that this is what was so urgent? What the hell is going on Stephane???"

"What's going on is that I'm a bit incapacitated at the moment which you seemed to have forgotten." he defensively deflected in which you immediately pointed out.

"Stop deflecting. Here. Let me heal you and...."

"No! Do not touch me Jo. A bath in the healing waters will do just fine." Narcisse barked as he abruptly scooted away from your extended hand.

"Ok, then at least let me help you."

"I'm perfectly capable of taking a bath...alone. Don't you have some place better to be? Like say...Mirkwood?"

Narcisse rose and headed for his bar to pour another drink, for his nerves were now unbearable after what had happened.

You flung to your feet and followed him. "YOU asked me to come here to your room...and now you want me to leave...and...for good?? What, kicking Haldir out wasn't pleasurable enough for you??? You want me to travel with my child when Harker is stalking all of us???" you reeled with stinging wet eyes.

Stephane's eyes refrained from yours as he knocked his drink back and poured another. Of course he didn't want you to go but his pride wasn't about to let you know that.

"Oh it was quite pleasurable to send the Lorien sprite packing. You have Legolas now since I see I now have more unwanted guests in my castle. He will keep you and Leean safe on your travels."

Narcisse turned without so much of a glance at you and walked to the other side of the sitting room with you once again following.

"You heartless son of a bitch! Have you forgotten why I am even here???! I need that book to stop Jareth!!"

An angry tear jetted down your cheek as you sharply blinked from Stephane's aggressive advance into your face.

"Heartless??!!!!! After ALL I have done for you and your company! All of the kindness I have offered you that I have never given to anyone else! Sleeping in my bed right after I confessed I was in love with you and I even pathetically allowed myself to shed tears at your feet over the fear of losing you. You also allowed me to love that little girl. YOU are the one who has forgotten! ALL you care about are the elves and that fucking vampire. You played me well Josephine. Beat me at my own past games of using someone for pleasures of the flesh. I can see I was right when I had once told you that you were a worthy opponent because no other has ever possessed the ability to make me feel less than I was and I can see no possible means of recovery from it. But I guess I have no one to blame except myself for letting my defenses down and letting you in, allowing you to see me bare in more ways than just my skin. Do you remember when I told you that?? That if you and I were to dive into those waters, that is what you would see? But the thing is...you don't see me! And you never will. I will never make that mistake again. I opened my heart to you. I told you things I would never tell a single soul. I threw you the grandest of birthday parties to make you feel better and because you hadn't had one since you were a child. I risked my life and men for you! I have even saved you from yourself! And for what?? To watch you kiss both Haldir and Garrett. Maybe, instead of standing here tearing my own self worth to shreds, I need to realize that I am not less just because I was much more than your inexperienced little hands could handle."

"Please...please stop Stephane. This was never about who you are. I know I hurt you and I am so very sorry, but I swear I never used you. I genuinely care for you, ALL of you and appreciate all you have done for me and Leann, or I would already be running after what I had just witnessed. I don't want to lose you too. Why can't we just please sit down and talk about this...really talk and listen and stop trying to hurt each other?? Let me try to fix this."

Narcisse knew that he had already scraped the bottom of the barrel with all he had just said and now he knew he must go even lower. You just weren't safe with him anymore.

"Because I have come to see it is no longer worth it. You...are not worth it and never were. It IS very much about who I am. It's about who everyone is because no one is your precious King or even Garrett, for they are all you speak of. No one else is good enough for you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we." he growled with cold eyes and walked away again.

This time you did not follow, but stood there with a gaping mouth as many tears now fell.

Pouring himself more of the liquid courage to help him proceed in ripping both of your hearts out some more in order to push you away, Stephane drank it down, hesitating to turn and face you, for he could feel your tears and to see it would break him, so he remained a coward and faced the bar, then reluctantly began to continue on about Catherine.

"I called you here to inform you in person about Catherine so you wouldn't be blindsided by her release. Is that what a heartless person would do?"

"Catherine's....re...lease??" you stammered. "Wh...why on earth would you do such a thing????"

"I do believe that is none of your business. My castle, my rules and it's about time people start respecting that. I told you what you needed to know, now what you need to do is pack up your daughter and go back home with Legolas after this night."

"Are...are you insane??? Not only is Harker out there but so are Jareth's orcs! They attacked Legolas and Aragorn and almost killed the man who is travelling with them!"

"Insane? I have been called much worse, although I am sure many would be inclined to agree with you. Now, you can take your opinion and run along. I have a much needed bath awaiting before entertaining the enemies."

Narcisse gulped down the last of his bottle, then grabbed a robe and stormed out of the room, leaving you not only reeling at his lack of giving a shit but also wondering where he was even going since his bath was right there in his chambers, so once again, you followed him.

The room you entered consisted of a sizeable stone pool surrounded by dim candlelight and the air scented of floral fragrance, for upon the opaque water floated multiple flower petals. Pink roses if you were to guess.

Stephane stared at you with a scowl and undressed right before your stunned eyes, then scoffed when you promptly turned away upon the removal of his leather pants.

"As if you have never viewed my cock before. Why are you still here??" he griped as he yanked his ring off, then threw that and his robe to the floor.

The Yin and Yang gemstone clanked it's way to your feet. Keeping your back to the very nude Narcisse, you snatched it up.

"Oh stop with the infantile theatrics for once. You know why I'm here. You don't get to drop a bomb on me like that about Catherine and just walk away. I demand to know why you would set her free!!"

You trembled as you could feel him creeping up behind you. It wasn't because you feared him but because of how intimidated you were by his bare form. Not only had you laid your eyes upon the splendid sight of sculpted beauty a few times before, but you had also laid your body on it as well, so why were you so damn nervous??

"YOU will demand nothing of me." he snarled into your ear as he reached around you and swiftly snatched the ring right back out of your hand, but not fast enough to avoid the electrifying current. Gasping in unison with you, Narcisse quickly made his way into the vat of sparkling liquid and sat down to conceal his waxing wood, for the shock had greatly aroused him.

Slowly, you turned to face him once you heard the slosh of his descent beneath the water.

"Well then, I guess Catherine being on the loose is the lesser of two evils with what else has been released!"

"Alright, I'll bite. What do you mean?" he firmly asked while sitting stiffer than the stiffness below him.

"It's what I have been trying to tell you and why I need to find Ashmole. Jareth has done it. He has risen the dead, just like that psychic woman told me at my party or...I should say, like Peter told me in that vision I saw of him and now...he will come for me! I cannot leave here Stephane! Or you would be handing me right to him."

"And just how is it that you know this?"

"How do you not?? You know he has the three page spell to do it, no thanks to my mind altered father and just before I came to you today, I...I had another vision. It was...it was the vampire Kate. I saw her, with a head and all and...with Garrett. My visions are just like my dreams, both of the present and future and they are increasing and if I saw Kate, then many more are out there somewhere, waiting for something, something that I fear will change our lives forever. I fear a war is coming for the winter solstice. An army of the dead. I feel it. Even Legolas senses something sinister in the air."

Narcisse's bright blues gaped at the water in realization that your words were true. Jareth was the reason Rahl had resurrected and in that moment, he saw his denounced dark half reflecting back at him in the ripples, clawing at his soul to fully emerge from the grave...a box bound by 7 iron chains buried deep inside of Stephane's mind where he had cast him out to, but he could feel the chains breaking, one by one as if it were the rapture.

"Ahhh, I see now. That is what has your panties all in a bunch. Once again, it is because of Garrett. You're jealous."

"W...what??? What the hell is wrong with you??!! THAT is all you can speak of after what I just told you?? Not to mention AGAIN that you are releasing Catherine and having some party tonight as if Harker and the dead are not upon us! Oh, and there's the fact that you shapeshifted into a wild cat larger than Blaze! Seriously, what is happening? WHO are you and what have you done with Stephane???"

Stephane's expression was sullen and his gaze soulless, much like the soulless orbs of the animal that preyed upon you moments earlier. A soulless animal he once told you he was not and his words were as icy and cold as his dilated blues.

"The man you speak of no longer exists."

As you stood frozen by his words, he rose from the water. It was a shimmering sight that you now could not remove your eyes from no matter how hard you tried, almost as if magic were being used upon you, breaching your shield.

Narcisse slowly approached you in a most tantalizing manner, the water dripping and glistening over every inch of his masculine form as if he had been slathered in baby oil as his cock gave you it's undivided and full attention.

"I'm a monster. Refume by unfortunate events and given breath by necessity."

You took a staggering step back, unable to breathe. Unable to break the animal magnetism radiating between your bodies until his pupils glowed of the sun once more, followed by a low emitted growl that vibrated through his adam's apple.

Gasping, you stumbled back and found yourself racing out the door and down the hall, constantly glancing behind you, expecting to once again see the melanistic monster with paws measuring the size of both your hands combined, charging after you, but instead, you ran smack dab into Charles as you turned the corner.

"My lady?!! You...you look a fright." the young warlock exclaimed as his arms clutched tightly around your waist.

"I..." you panted and swung your head around to see an empty quiet hall behind you. "I...oh gosh. Well now I am just embarrassed." you softly said as you released Charles while a handful of people he had been speaking with, all stared at you.

"I was just...in a hurry...that's all. I apologize for my clumsiness." you explained, glancing behind you once more.

"Are you sure that is all it is? It would seem as if you believed something were...chasing you?"

His eyes were concerned and confused and you had to wonder if Charles knew of his father's "condition", but you certainly were not going to ask in front of the all the eyes still upon you.

"Oh no, no. I just need to go refresh for this evening's gathering, so I...I will just be on my way now. I'll see you then."

You awkwardly smiled and quickly resumed your path but once you came to the end of the hall, Francis and Mary rounded the corner. As the King and Queen of Lake Town passed you, Francis had slowed his pace to lock his baby blues with yours once again. He also offered you a slight head bow and a subtle smile, then continued on his way to call out to his half brother Charles.

Out of curiosity, you stood by the exit to watch as Charles turned with a sizeable smile.

"Francis." he raved and gave a hand swaying bow to the golden haired King.

Francis skipped the formal greeting altogether and went straight to embrace his little brother as Mary kept her distance and watched as well.

You knew nothing really about Francis but from what you could see, he truly cared for Charles and vice versa.

The two stood and conversed, but not loud enough for you to hear, so after a moment, you turned to leave, only to be startled by Mary.

"Oh..my!" you halted and gasped as your hand planted onto your chest.

"Oh dear, my apologies. Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you. I am Mary. And you are Queen Josephine of Mirkwood?"

"Y..yes...I.."

"I am sorry we did not have the chance to meet when you and your King were in Lake Town. My King and I were away on business. Luckily I suppose, considering the dragon's destruction. I would like to thank you for your aid in ridding of the foul creature and I...I offer you my...condolences over King Thranduil."

"Thank you." you simply and softly replied as your eyes fell.

Her eyes fell too as she fidgeted with her clasped fingers that laid upon the beaded bodice of her golden gown, that from the waist down, looked as if a thousand ducks had been plucked to assemble it. The girl was most likely no older than you with long waves of dark chocolate hair coordinating with her coffee hues and in them was a pool of true sorrow. Mary knew of the breath that Thranduil still took and may have been aiding her own King in Narcisse's blackmailing, but she was far from content with it. She did it only for the happiness of Francis so his mother could be free, even when she herself knew what Catherine was, for the two always clashed. No one was good enough for Catherine's son, whom Mary deeply loved. And because of that love, she couldn't even imagine what you must be going through.

"A...penny for your thoughts?" you asked the suddenly distant girl who you just realized probably did not even know what a penny was. "Oh...sorry. It's just...modern day currency where I'm from."

Mary's rosy lipped smile grew wide as she giggled. "Oh, I know what it is. My late father-in-law was the greediest man in all of middle earth. He traveled far and wide and had quite the colossal collection of riches, even pennies, which he had mounds of."

Well, that explained to you why Peter ended up there in his search for you and bought the emerald pendant from the abhorrent Alfrid just before Thranduil had captured him. If anyone was a greedy bastard, it was piggish Peter.

"I just...I feel terrible for what you have been through. Word travels far." she continued, then smiled again. "I'll take my penny now."

"Well." you smiled back. "If I come across one again, I will give it to you."

"That would be nice. I know they are not worth much, but to be gifted one from a beautiful Queen would be quite the treasure. It is nice to meet you Josephine. I hope we will see more of each other. I better tend to my husband. He and Charles seem to be in a disagreement of sorts."

You smiled and turned to see and hear the two young men quarreling and you knew exactly what it pertained to. Catherine being released, for Charles was greatly opposed to it and it was quite apparent that Charles had the better head upon his youthful shoulders when it came to her true colors.

"Just ask Josie! She'll tell you!" Charles shouted and motioned for you to come over.

"I do not need to hear her side, for it is not her decision." Francis firmly stated.

"And it is yours?? This is not your castle. It is my father's!"

"And he has agreed to free her. She is our mother Charles. She will not be treated like an animal! Why on earth would you side with the man who destroyed our family??"

Charles scoffed at his brother and quickly turned to you, where you stood hiding slightly behind Mary.

"Is this true?? Did my father agree to release her???" he asked in desperation.

"I...Charles...I'm..sorry. He...has and.."

"Unbelievable!" he snapped and spun back to Francis. "She coerced our sister into using black magic to kill a King vampire, which could have brought a war to our lands that we would surely lose and she also forced her into helping to poison a Lorien elf! And now our sister faces being banished from here with a newborn child!"

"Claude is a grown woman and made her own choices. She was not forced. She will be better off away from here anyways and to return with me to Lake Town, our home Charles! Where you should be as well."

"THIS is my home. I will go nowhere with you, nor will my sister!! You're as mad as our mother! I am going to go have words with my father!"

Charles stormed past you, but you grasped his arm. "Charles, no! I...umm, Narcisse...he's...he's in a bad way at the moment and I would not advise a confrontation. Trust me...please." you pleaded with worried but stern eyes which Charles seemed to understand.

He stiffened up straight and sighed as he lifted his chin to glare at Francis.

"I don't know what you have done to my father, but know this. This is far from over...brother."

Your heart was racing as Charles marched off, for you were praying he would heed your warning about Narcisse. Charles may have been merely 19 years old, but he was hot headed and certainly no push over, just like his father.

Francis turned to you with a smile, showing no sign of shame or regret over the dispute. It was as if it had not even happened.

"My lady. We have not been properly introduced. I am King Francis of Lake Town and I am honored to be in the presence of such beauty."

The audacious blonde bowed down, then took your hand and kissed it right on front of Mary, making you feel terribly awkward and bad for her.

You gently and politely as possible, slipped your hand out of his and forced a smile, when really, all you wanted to do was slap him.

"I...I am Josephine."

"Oh I know exactly who you are. A queen as well. It is such a shame to hear about your King. I suppose now I will have to confer with Legolas for our trades. Or maybe...I shall speak with you instead? I would greatly prefer that. Maybe over some dinner and wine?"

The words going through your mind at that moment were far from queen like. The nerve of this jackass...oh god, Josie, calm down. Breathe. You glanced at Mary, who remained silent with her head hung low, fidgeting again with her hands.

"It is King Legolas and he would be the one to speak business with is usually not discussed over dinner and wine."

The look in his blue eyes told you he was turned on by the way you shut him down.

"We can always skip the business then and just enjoy each other's company. In the meantime, I'll let you ponder on that. Mary...come. I must go see my mother now."

Francis walked off, not even waiting for Mary, so you quickly stopped her.

"I...I am so sorry for that. Please know, I..I would never..."

She softly smiled and took your hand. "It is alright. You are not his first conquest and certainly will not be his last. I..I must go."

As you watched her catch up to Francis, you wondered the same thing that Charles had asked...how did he get Narcisse to free Catherine? Off you then went as well, for you needed to speak to Lola about Stephane's past once more.

Lola was rocking Leean's cradle and singing softly to her when you arrived and you noticed her tears before she quickly turned away to wipe them.

"Lola?? Is everything alright?"

"Oh yes." she proclaimed as she turned with a smile. "Don't mind me. I was just thinking of my mother after we had spoke of her earlier. She used to sing to me and Leean really likes it. Even more so when you do it."

"I am so sorry Lola. I never meant to upset you. I...I miss my mother too. Well, the one I used to know as a child wearing rose colored glasses. Lola, I don't mean to change the subject but...when we spoke of Narcisse earlier, you said there was a time when he was different? Could you elaborate a little more on that because...something is very wrong with him. It's like....it's like there are two of him."

"Yes, that is kind of how he was from what my mother told me. Not kind at all and he dressed much differently. Robes and such, mostly of a scarlet red. Longer hair, dark as coal and his scent was different as well...kind of like..."

"Pepper??" you abruptly interrupted.

"Y...yes? I believe so."

You paced about for a moment in deep thought, fidgeting with your own hand, for it was itching something awful, then you stopped to look at her.

"You're certain it was Narcisse and not a...twin? I know you said before that you did not believe him to have any other brother but Bash, but you were just a child. It's just that... he told me something once that is not adding up now."

"I suppose I cannot be certain. I never saw or knew the Narcisse my mother described and he..."

"He what?" you asked when Lola had paused in thought.

"Well, he...he went by some other name too, I...suppose there could be a twin? If so, he surely never speaks of him. There's only one other person that would most likely know. His brother...Bash."

"Was the name...Lord Rahl??"

"I...yes. Yes, that sounds right. I think it was?"

That is where you would head next, to Bash, for now you were worried that if there was an evil dark twin like Stephane had told you there was, was he the one you had just encountered?? Had he done something with the real Narcisse and taken his place?? Because Lola confirmed the scent of pepper and that is exactly what you smelled. Although Stephane told you that he killed Rahl, it was certainly possible he was brought back by Jareth. OR...were Narcisse and Rahl the same entity? Holy shit.

"Lola..I...I have to go. I..I will see you and Leean tonight for the dinner party and I want you both to stay at Legolas' side. I will find him and send him back here to get you."

As you turned to go refresh, Lola gasped.

"Josie?? Your hand...it's bleeding!"

You also gasped as your eyes gaped at the blood trickling down your fingers.

"Owww, god." you groaned as you quickly squeezed a cloth into your fist, then sat down, for you suddenly felt dizzy and overheated.

"What happened?" Lola asked as she promptly brought you a pitcher of healing water, then sat beside you to help clean the wound.

Not wanting to tell her the whole story just yet until you spoke to Bash, you decided to fib...just a little.

"I..uh...broke a mirror earlier and...cut my hand when I was cleaning it up."

Lola pried open your clenched fist and removed the cloth.

"Oh my. Josie, that's pretty deep and looks...possibly infected."

It did. The gash was slightly blackened around the edges and it burned, and strangely, even more so when Lola patted it with the water soaked cloth.

"Mmmmph." you flinched. "I'm sure it will be fine after I soak it for awhile."

"Maybe you should have the healers look at it? You...you seem a bit pale."

If only Thranduil were here, you thought as tears stung your eyes. He would heal you right up with one touch of his soft magical hand.

"I'm alright. The sight of blood has always made me feel queasy."

The dizziness seemed to have passed, so you took the pitcher into the wash room and filled the sink basin, then held your breath as you submersed your hand. Five seconds was all you could withstand before you had to abruptly withdraw.

"Jesus!" you cringed and then noticed a sizzling effect on the cut of both sight and sound.

"It's like it's fucking holy water. I should be asking YOU Narcisse or whomever you are, what YOU did to me??" you complained under your breath while you angrily wrapped and secured a clean dry cloth around your hand.

"Lola, if Leggy comes back while I'm gone, tell him I went to speak to Bash and that I will be back soon. We can all go to the dinner together. Keep this door locked until then. it is to only be opened for myself or Legolas. If Narcisse happens to show up, you tell him, through the door, that I am not here and that Leean is sleeping so he'll go away."

"Through...the door? Josie...what is going...."

You were out the door and rushing down the hall before she could finish. One way or another, you had to find out the truth because it now seemed that danger not only lurked outside of the castle walls, but still remained inside of them as well.

"Bash!" you loudly whispered against his chamber door as you briskly tapped upon it. "I need to speak to you again. It's urgent."

"It's open." he called to you.

Upon your swift entry, you found Sebastian leaning against the wall by the open balcony doors, looking as if he had seen a ghost. Had he?

"Bash?? Is something wro...."

You froze solid as you came into view of the dead blackbirds scattered about the terrace floor. Slowly, you walked past him with wide eyes to get a better look, praying one of them was not your Freddy, the ridiculous name Garrett had given your crow over his Scooby Doo fetish.

As you visually searched through the feathered carcasses, you soon sighed heavily in relief because they were all too small to be your faithful friend.

"Bash...w..what caused this??"

"Mayhem and death. Birds fall from the sky when evil witches like him are near."

"Him?? Are you speaking of Harker?"

You had only known Bash for merely 2 months, but in that short time, you could tell he was a warlock warrior who feared nothing, not even Harker who had almost killed him...but in that moment, he looked absolutely terrified. And he was, for he had all the answers you sought and although it was a secret to have never escaped his lips, Bash knew this time, he had to tell you and later face the consequences.

"No...my..brother."

"Narcisse...did this?"

"Rahl." he simply stated with a horrified stare into your eyes.

"So....Narcisse does have a twin." you whispered as you clutched your burning hand. "Bash...I...he told me he was dead but...I think this Rahl was one of the many Jareth has conjured back from the dead with that spell and I think he has done something with Stephane!!"

"Twin? There is no twin. My brother Stephane and Rahl are very much one and the same." Bash verified and then glanced at the dead birds. "The only difference is that everything Stephane is, Rahl is the opposite of."

You had to sit down. You knew this was a possibility, but to have it be validated was overwhelming. Stephane had what you would know as...D.I.D. Dissociative Identity Disorder, otherwise known as a split personality or an alter...but who was the true identity? At least now you knew Stephane wasn't being held captive somewhere...or dead.

"So...he...he lied to me..."

"Wouldn't you? Lie about it? It's not something he is proud of, nor did he want it. Rahl has done evil things, like Harker and Jareth. Some he recalls, some he does not and Stephane is ashamed and certainly would not want you of all people to know, in fear of what you would think of him. My brother was never perfect. He had his own bad side when he was crossed. You've seen it. He punishes the evil, but he is not a cold blooded killer like Rahl."

"I...I suppose I understand that, for I was able to talk him out of doing some horrible things and I don't feel I would have succeeded if he did not have goodness in him. I..I'm just trying to process all of this. Referring to one body by two different names. I know it's a real thing, I just have never encountered it."

"Rahl is his second given name, after our father. Our father, who I believed caused the split by making him do despicable things as an adolescent. Stephane wanted to be good...of light. Not dark like our father, but our father expected more from him, being the oldest and he placed a very heavy weight on him to follow in his footsteps and that's exactly what Rahl did."

"He...he told me Rahl had your father killed, by that man Stephane fought and killed in the gambling tournament to the death."

"Yes, but it didn't quite go as planned. That man, Theodore, was his good friend whom he met because of Catherine. He was her husband, King Henry's brother. Rahl tricked Theodore by morphing into Stephane's image and offered him a very large sum of money to kill our father. He was full of greed just like Theo, so he knew he could get him to do it and not have to get his own hands dirty, possibly due to his subconscious, which I think was Stephane trying to fight him. But that quickly changed. Before Theo arrived that night, an argument revealed the our father had killed our mother and despite his blackened heart, Rahl loved our mother, so he killed our father first. Stephane didn't remember it right away. I think the trauma caused the memory lapse and when he did recall the events years later, that's when he set out to kill Theodore and end Rahl himself. As I said, our father did terrible things and made him do the same, but to Stephane, he was still our father whom he did everything to please....and he hated himself for what he had done, although sometimes I wonder if Stephane possibly wanted our father dead too. It would be a lie if I said I did not have similar feelings. I still stood by my brother though, because I knew of the things our father made him do. I tried to help him but I could never get through to him. There was nothing I could do. Rahl was too strong and powerful, even more so than Stephane. I never blamed Stephane for the things he had done. It wasn't his fault. I believed his hand was forced and his mind was ill."

"And he did all this for the crown? Stephane said his father didn't want Rahl to have it."

"He did at one time, but that was before he noticed the new change in him, the good side, the real Stephane, the one before our father's dark influence consumed him at a young age, altering his mind and that's when things went sour. Two others knew about his condition. One being your father Julian who tried to help him. That book you seek, the one Julian has hidden, it has the spell to lock the alter away in his mind and it also has the power to release him. Your father banished Rahl before he hid the book away to keep it out of Jareth's and other evil one's hands....including your mother's....because your mother, Caroline, who was the other with the knowledge of my brother's illness...she's the reason our father was killed."

"Wait...w..wh..what????"

"When Julian took Ashmole from his mother Jadis to undo Jareth's death, Caroline got her hands on it temporarily. When your father unknowingly slept with her twin Carrie, she punished all who knew and kept it from her and that included my brother. She brought the darkness of Rahl out of Stephane to a diabolical head... in a way no one had ever seen and hence, Darken Rahl was born. More wicked than our father could perceive. More wicked than he. Our father believed he would destroy all he had built and he denied him his right to the throne, so Rahl chose to take it, which is why Stephane has never called himself a King. In Rahl's short years of reign, even then he strangely was addressed as Lord Rahl, for again, I believe Stephane was somewhere inside of him, very much aware."

"God...my mother, even dead, still destroys people's lives. I've always known there are many things I don't know about that she's done and I'm sure this is only a fraction of it and...."

It just hit you. Something that you should have realized long before.

"Oh dear god Bash."

He tilted his head and stepped towards you with questioning furrowed brows.

"My lady?"

"My mother! What if Jareth....could he have brought her back as well?? And could she have awoken Rahl again?? She wouldn't need the book, for I am certain she would remember the spell...or...or did Jareth wake him up???"

"I suppose either or both are possible, but I hope for your sake, your mother was not one of the resurrected. I have never met her but her wicked reputation certainly precedes her in all of middle earth."

"Damn it. Why did my father have to go back for those pages?? Harker would never have gotten his hands on them if it weren't for that and my father would not have been converted to darkness. So now, what do we do about all of this without the book?? Because if you know about Rahl, then surely you must know about his animal form, the fucking gigantic jaguar I encountered earlier."

"You saw that?? That means....he is closer to surfacing than I realized."

"I not only saw it, I was scratched and it burns like hell. I tried the healing water, but it intensified the burn." you explained as you held your bandaged and trembling hand out.

Bash tried to hide his growing concern as he took your hand to look it over, but the light tremors in his fingers told on him.

"The water won't help it. It's like adding fuel to the fire. His claws are poisonous and his bite is venomous, both like no other. As I said, Rahl and Stephane are opposites even if they share the same body. Rahl propels poison, Stephane repels it. The Rahl that Stephane created is not the Rahl your mother conjured in the past and the one brought forth now will only be 3 times worse. It's like a pain scale of mild, moderate and severe."

"Third time is definitely not a charm. So what is it going to do to me?? And how do I get rid of it...and is that even possible?? Stephane, he repels poison yes, well, except mine for some reason, possibly because it was not him I cast the silverbane upon??...and his peppermint scent...it heals poison. He healed me from the dark forest and from wolfbane, so can he not heal me??"

"The question is...will he? Unless you can get Stephane to resurface, there is not much time before you will suffer vivid hallucinations and pain, and your powers will be completely useless. You will also be at Rahl's mercy. You will need Delphine, a witch doctor, for she has the only known antidote. She resides near the city. After the party tonight, I will go and try to locate her. She doesn't trust anyone but me."

"Stephane...he...he was still himself...right after he shifted back and realized what happened and what he had done. He was extremely worried for me...but then...his personality quickly began to change and when I last saw him, well...he was definitely not himself."

"The rapid change...It's because of the shift. After the cat appears, he is all Darken Rahl."

"It's my fault. I...I accidentally brought the beast out by shocking him...god...I need Garrett!! He can heal me, I know it. BUT...he is off doing who knows what with his former mate that Jareth revived. Bash, you must be very careful. Her shock is far worse than mine and let's not forget Harker and what he has already done to you. And I know Aragorn, Bard and Gimli went looking for Haldir, but please, if you see him, tell him I'm so sorry and that I miss him."

"I will...Josie...It's not your fault. You couldn't have possibly known. I will find Delphine and I will even be on the lookout for Garrett and the newly remodeled Kate. I will tell him you need him. I do not fear her nor Harker. Stay close to Legolas this evening and I will keep my eye on my brother. You should go now, before he finds you in here again."

After you left, you went back to your room to find a note from Lola on the vanity stating she, Legolas and Leean went to the dining hall to wait for you and that Boromir was anxious to speak with you. You had forgotten all about him and that he had come all the way there to inform you of something quite urgent, almost dying in the process.

You then went to the dresser to find some lace gloves to conceal your hand and as you did so, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Tears instantly formed at the mess you had become. Not on the outside, but the inside. It was a moment when you had felt more alone than you ever had.

You had to turn away, for you feared you would see Garrett again and you didn't need to be reminded, as if you'd ever forget, that he abandoned you and chose to be with a demon summoned from hell. All you had now were Leggy and Lola. All were gone, even Narcisse...even your letter to Thranduil that mysteriously vanished and you really wanted to read it again to feel close to him.

You sat on the bed, lost in the thought of your King, for he is all you truly wanted...and that's when the full blown tears came.

"Thranduil?? My love.." you squeaked. "I...I don't feel you anymore and I'm scared. I'm so scared and I'm lost and...I'm in trouble and I...I just need you...please...somehow, please come back to me...please my King, come ba...."

You loudly gasped and sprung to your feet and your heart paused and dove into your gut when you realized something else. Something horrifying, yet miraculous. Something even you wanted to do once.

Your words then came flooding out of you, choking away your air.

"Oh my god...could Jareth have done it?? Is...Thranduil alive too????"

@redeemer46

[birdiewriteslit]

“engagement”

warren rhodes x fem!reader

warren proposes to you and life couldn’t be better (set before the production of aurora starts)

lord this man has me writing all this soft shit. part 2

“Oh, my God, oh, my God,” you muttered while running to the house. You practically slammed open the sliding door, startling Camila and Karen, who stood against the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, you scared me,” Camila said with a hand over her heart. Karen noticed the look on your face and got concerned.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

You broke out into a wide smile and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “No, quite the opposite.”

You held out your left hand for them to see. “Is that what I think it is?” Camila gasped and rounded the corner of the counter, Karen following suit.

Her mouth agape, she took your hand to get a better look at the ring. “He didn’t.” She looked up at you in shock.

“Let me see,” Karen said and took your hand from Camila’s. “Oh, my God. Is that moonstone?”

“It is!” You bit your lip in excitement.

“Who cares what the rock is? You’re getting married!” Camila said, pulling you in for a tight hug.

When you pulled apart, Karen took your arms and you two started jumping around, “Y/n is getting married! Y/n is getting married!” she chanted.

Camila joined in, and the three of you danced around the living room in gleeful joy. You didn’t even notice Daisy came inside until she spoke. “What’s going on in here?”

You all stopped moving and tried to act casual. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just getting married!”

“What? Oh, my God, tell me everything now.” Daisy said, feeling the excitement in the room. You sat down on the couch, and the girls surrounded you, eager to hear the story.

“So, we were on a walk down at the beach when he did it. We were standing in the water where it was like ankle deep just throwing rocks and shit. Out of nowhere, he drops down on one knee and pulls out this ring. Then, he’s telling me I’m the only woman for him, and I’m saying yes before he gets the question out.”

Daisy grinned. “Wow, I never knew Warren could be such a romantic.”

“Sorry, but did you just run all the way here after?” Karen asked.

You looked down sheepishly. “Sort of, but it’s not like I ran away from him or anything. He’s probably telling the guys right now.”

“We have to celebrate,” Camila said. “I’m having all of you over tonight.”

—————

By nightfall, the eight of you were gathered in the living room, drunk off your asses (except Billy) and laughing about stupid shit.

“Oh, remember the time when Warren drank too much and started telling all the groupies conspiracies about the government,” Graham said, laughing loudly.

“He also told them that I secretly read Cosmopolitan. So, thank you Warren for losing me a lot of play that night,” Eddie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer.

“Man, I only told them that because it’s true,” Warren snickered while you laughed at Eddie’s misfortune.

You were sat on Warren’s lap wearing a short white sundress. His arms came around your waist as he pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear, “You look so gorgeous right now.”

You felt your face heat up immediately. Of course, this was something he would say when nobody was listening, while the others were too wrapped up in their drinks and embarrassing stories to notice.

He leaned his head back on the top of the chair, gazing up at you with a kind of admiration he’d only ever had for you. God, you were marrying this man, and he still had the power to make you feel shy.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I can’t look at my wife?” He offered you a toothy grin and reached a hand up to play with your hair.

Your lips quirked up in a wide smile. Your hid your face in his shoulder. “You’re too much, Warren,” you whispered against his shirt.

You felt his chest move as he laughed. “You better get used to me calling you that. You’ll be hearing it for the rest of your life.

You moved your head from his shoulder to find him looking back at you. “I really don’t mind that.”

[lunerenzo]

Sweet Surprises

☆ Content. Mentions of pregnancy, reader being proposed too, fluff, reader is intended to be black, female reader, idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

☆ Note(s). I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING YAAAY! I got kinda lazy towards the end (a clear pattern at this point). I'm sorry this took so long life has been kicking me in the ass. Thank you guys for being so patient ♡.

☆ Word count. 682

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

The recording starts off with a black screen and shuffiling noises, after about a couple a seconds the video clears up to show a you. Sitting across from the camera in a dimly lit restaurant booth. "Jean, what are you doing?" "Shh, it's a surprise. Okay, what's your name?"

You look at him dumbfounded. "You're fuckin' with me, right?" He smacks you hand that lays on the table lightly. "Language, now answer the question. And look at the camera too." You scoff, rolling your eye's with a smile before doing as told, "My name is [first & last name], soon to be [name] kirstein...hopefully." "Alright." Jean says from behind the camera in a warning tone, you giggle. "Okay, next question, where are we right now?" The camera shifts upward a little to get a better view of you. "We are at [favorite restaurant]." "Why is it special to you?"

You smile fondly, the restaurant that you were sitting in currently is where Jean took you for you're first date and where he asked you, officialy, to be his girlfriend. "It's special to me because this is where i first fell in love with you." He smiles with warm eyes. "I love you too. Now how far along are you in you're pregnancy?" "About 5 months." "How old are you?" "Okay, why are you interro-" Before you could finish your sentence you hear someone, probably a restaurant employee, singing happy birthday off camera. Soon a plate with you favorite dessert was sat in front of you, Jean joins the server in singing happy birthday.

Let's just say it wasn't the greatest, but it was a sweet gesture. They clap as you blow out the candle. Your sever goes back to the kitchen as you inspect the plate. "Did you call in before hand? Cause there is no way they just decided to make this for me." you say lowly, looking at him suspiciously. "Don't worry about it." He takes one of your hands and kisses your knuckles softly. There was a slight tremble to his hold but you decided to pay no mind to it.

Looking back down at your plate you notice something written on it in chocolate and in cursive. Turning the plate slightly you see the words clear as day, 'will you marry me?', your eyes widen in shock. You stay like that for a minute or two before joyful tears well up in your eyes, hand slowly creeping up to cover wobbling lips.

You look up to find Jean holding open a black velvet box, a beautiful silver ring with a oval shaped moonstone in the middle, diamonds resting around it, sits in the middle. He smiles nervously as you take it all in. Tears stream down your cheeks once you've finally processed it. You shake your head before letting out a tear-choked "Yes." His eyes light up as he smiles harder, "Really?!" "Yes!" He practically jumps across the table as he kisses you, softly and affectionately. Putting the ring on your finger gently.

The 'play' button pops up as the recording ended. "Mommy pretty" your daughter, Nova, spoke with her mouth full, turning herself around in her chair. Golden eyes staring back at him, seeming brighter due to the early morning sunlight. He smiles softly, "I agree." "You made breakfast?" Jean whipped his head around to you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eye. A blanket wrapped around your shoulders, shielding you from the chill of the apartment. "Mommy!" Nova hopped down, giddly racing to you and hugging you. "G'morning.", you mumble. Jean stood up from his seat, walking over and kissing your cheek. "I already made your plate. Just go sit at the table." His hand on your lower back as he lead you to the table. As you shuffle to the table Nova follows you, telling you all about the video.

"I didn't know you recorded that." you said lowly as he places the plate in front of you. "I wanted to keep so i could remeber it perfectly." He kissed you cheek before sitting back down.

☆ Tags. @skepticxlvxeh @hobisims @magalimachete @conniesrockstargf @broken-tit4n @bleach-your-panties

☆ A/N. I kinda like this one actually. Jean is my baby daddy, like actually.

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

[theflyindutchwoman]

I've got her! I've got her!! Right there. Here. Come on! Here she is. Help me.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 2.11 - Day of Death

I can't express how much I love this episode. It is such a masterpiece that I know that anything I write will automatically pale in comparison… So I'm just going to gush over some of my favorite moments.

The way Tim's emotions are so palpable during the whole episode, but particularly here… For someone who's usually good at compartmentalising, it says a lot about his feelings that he can barely keep it together. The only time we saw him this feral and this distraught was over Isabel and she was his wife… The cinematography and music just enhance everything he is going through here : the golden lights that remind us that Lucy is running out of time… the haunting piano notes or silence that give an eerie atmosphere… the looming dead tree… All of this serve to heighten Tim's feeling of despair.

His distress when Angela announces that she can't tell from the video if Lucy's still alive, is written all over his face. So is the confusion that quickly changes to hope when he spots her moonstone ring… And how symbolic is it that he finds her ring. Or that Lucy threw it as a breadcrumb - for him specifically. He once told her that the most important thing she needed was her eyes - cop eyes - and she remembered it. She left something for him to find, knowing that he would, as she admitted to him later. Because he also taught her during the manhunt that she's never alone. But it goes beyond trust : what she had was faith in him. And the fact that he rapidly recognises her ring just shows how attuned he already is to her. As far as we know, she only wore it twice in his presence : when they won the roundup competition and when she gave him her "evaluation" of him. And yet, he remembered and knew that it wasn't just some random piece of jewellery. Granted, the odds that someone else lost a ring there were minimal. But as we've seen with his Valentine's day present, he was paying attention to her.

And then there's this mix of desperation and hope when he finds out where she's buried, calling the others frantically, digging her out with his bare hands, not even stopping for a shovel… Or when he opens the barrel, not knowing if she's merely unconscious or not breathing… When he breathes life back to her… Armstrong's look says it all : what's driving Tim is something far more powerful than just guilt. Or duty.

There's also this immense sigh of relief that can be heard once Lucy regains consciousness… The way he's gently putting one hand under her head to make her more comfortable and help her get her bearings, maintaining contact with her to ground her… It's such a contrast to how feral he was before. Or the way he holds her close to him at first when she starts crying, trying to comfort her before hugging her tightly, cradling her, swaying a bit, with his hand in her hair… The way her trembling hand is gripping Tim, holding onto him like a lifeline… How she's hiding in his embrace and he's giving her some sense of privacy when she breaks down… How he's whispering soothing words to her - and I love that we can't really hear what he's telling her, that everybody else are giving them time and space. It adds to this feeling of intimacy, to this idea of privacy he's giving her despite the fact that they're surrounded by their friends and colleagues - and commander. It's just the two of them in that moment. That hug was as much for her than for him. After the ordeal she went through, Lucy desperately needed to feel safe again - or as safe as possible. And Tim himself needed the reassurance that she was alive. To quote another show - he cares, a lot more than he's supposed to. And it was in full display in this episode.

[huramuna]

banshee's lament - meet shera stark.

Shera Stark, younger sister to Lord Cregan Stark, was born in 111 AC in Winterfell. She was considered wild as a child for the few years she resided in her ancestral home, before she was sent to King’s Landing as a ward to Queen Alicent Hightower. Her grace, on most accounts, managed to tame the beastly nature of the young girl into that of a comely, pious demeanor. Shera is said to have been good friends with Helaena Targaryen and Aemond Targaryen. It wasn’t uncommon for the girl to sing in the keep’s sept at the behest of the Queen, who cited her as having ‘a lovely singing voice, unto which we can hear the Gods’. 

Upon Prince Aemond’s miraculous claim of Vhagar at Driftmark, a fight broke out between the younger broods that were present that eve in the tunnels. It is unknown to what started the fight, as multiple sources have different stories– Aemond lashing out at his younger nephews, the dragon twins Baela and Rhaena Targaryen hurling insults, or Shera pushing Lucerys to the ground in an attempt to get past them. What is known, however, is the consequences of the fight– Prince Aemond declared that Lucerys Velaryon took his eye. Shera, too, lost sight in her eye and had her throat slashed. Her vocal cords and nerves were mangled permanently, hindering her to never be able to speak above a whisper.  Hearing word of his younger sister’s injuries and near death, Cregan Stark immediately sent for Shera’s return to Winterfell. Her state of living was tenuous for the better part of a year, and she never revealed publicly the name of whom disfigured her. Not much is known of her life in Winterfell after, as she was kept almost as a secret.  Travelers who ventured outside of Winterfell remark hearing an eerie howling at night, dubbing Shera Stark the ‘Banshee of Winterfell’. Ten years have passed since the Driftmark incident and Shera has returned to King’s Landing, the source of her ire and pain– and mayhaps fond memories.  A lone wolf can dance with dragons, as well. And mayhaps will change the promenade.

A first glance at Shera, one would notice the following: - Wears an exorbitant amount of hand jewelry, adorned with jewels. She favors opals, moonstones and pearls. She usually has a few rings on each hand, frequently twisting them. - Always ornamented with a silken, laced veil of some sort. Through it, one can see the outline of her face, but the features underneath it are blurred and hard to discern. Her veil is usually matching with her jewelry. - She prefers muted tones, grays, blacks and whites. Shera is usually dressed in a few layers and takes pride in her wardrobe, most of them being tailored by her. Most are with high collars.

Being around Shera more than a few times, more details come to light: - To match her hand jewelry, she always has on moon shaped silver earrings, which are quite large and make a soft jingle when she walks. It wouldn’t be noticeable unless one looks up close to her, as they hide under her veil.  - Fur. Shera is always adorned in fur of some sort and it is a noticeable trend in her wardrobe. She finds comfort and safety in snuggling up in a fur stole and will be seen habitually running her fingers through it, almost absentmindedly. - She always has on a black laced, embroidered choker. It is tied to the back of her neck with a simple ribbon. It looks handmade, stitched with images of flowers upon a breeze. She doesn’t wish to talk about it. If speaking above a whisper, she will stop herself with a tenuous hand to her choker, as if a reminder.

If Shera truly trusts someone, they will see the deepest parts of her: - Her blind eye and scar that tangles around and over it. It is a milky blue with no pupil. If one stared into it, it may be akin to looking into the void– or into the starry night, cosmos and faraway specks of planets. It is easy to get lost in. - A scar that runs under the length of her choker. Even after being healed for so long, it's still so prominent, etched into her skin like a brand. It falls over her injured vocal cords, frayed and damaged like old twine.  - Once her full visage is apparent, unburdened, unveiled– her skin is a milky pallor, cheeks rosined and her facial expressions unbidden, as she is usually able to hide her expressions under her veil, so without it, she is quite animated.

The most noticeable quality about Shera Stark, however, is her constant companion and shadow, Moongeist. He is a large adult direwolf who’s standing height at the shoulder lies against Shera’s hip / lower waist.  He acts as her eyes and helps her navigate, as her eye injury runs more than just sight deep. She is prone to vertigo, fainting spells and Moongeist is as much a crutch as he is a friend. If someone wished to hurt Shera, they wouldn’t get far, lest they become wolf food.

[lailoken]

Frau Holle Rosary (SOLD)

White Moonstone, Elderwood, Snowflake Obsidian, & Goose Bone.

This set of devotional beads was ritually hand-crafted in the name of the ancient Germanic goddess Holda, known by a wide variety of other names, including Holle, Hulda, Perchta, Berchta, Harke, and Werra.

This rosary was strung with White Moonstones, honoring her traditional epithet of "White Lady," as well as her Dianic associations. These are interspersed with handmade counter beads of Elderwood, since the Elder Tree is greatly significant to her—in part due to her own associations with the arboreal spirit known as Elder Mother. The counter beads are bracketed with small beads of Snowflake Obsidian, honoring both her association with the Winter, and her traditional epithet of "Dark Grandmother." The drop-bead is carved from scavenged Goose Bone, in honor of her sacred goose, which she rides as a flying steed while leading the Wild Hunt. The centerpiece connector is a vintage Pewter Wheel, which honors Holda's ties to the crafts of spinning and weaving. The Focal pendant is an Iron Sickle—the sickle being a traditional symbol of hers—which was ritually crafted in honor of the goddess.

This piece measures approximately 20 inches / 50 centimeters in length, and all connection pins and rings are made from stainless steel. If interested in acquiring it, please feel free to reach out here or visit my shop, Wending Wares.

[berrygoesprivate]

Day 5 „Ring“ of @thedrabblecollective‘s challenge

For some reason today was even harder than yesterday but I did it !

If you kept up until now… thank you ! From the bottom of my heart 🤍

He saw her pacing through his apartment.

It’s been his, now they share.

Her stuff everywhere too.

She was clearly searching for something, brows furrowed in concentration.

He leaned against the doorframe watching her.

“I can’t find my ring!!! The moonstone I always wear, y’know….” she whines frustrated.

After some rummaging he finds it under the bed.

“Got it, ” he triumphs with a wide grin.

He takes her hand in his and gently puts the ring on her left ring finger.

When their eyes meet he softly says:

“One day, you’ll have to keep him naked for me, promise?”

“Promise.”

[soovermyself]

For the people who have been wondering about the ring Ash’s wearing non stop on that finger.

Technically she alternates between two, so here’s one. But pretty sure the other one is also from her mega babe. 😉

[mamadoc]

It’s finally here! Tim and Lucy are finally going to see each other for the first time in forever in the next chapter of my story, Worth the Wait.

A few minutes later, as Aly and Lily were explaining every last piece of artwork on that particular segment of the wall with excruciating detail, Tim’s ears heard something that he never thought he’d hear again. Laughter. But not just any laughter. The joyful, melodic, and sometimes even boisterous laughter of Lucy Chen. He immediately recognized it, even though it had been over seven years since he’d heard it in person. He looked to his right and saw just a few feet away from him the woman he never thought he would see again, at least not outside of his dreams.

His hands dropped to his sides as he turned his whole body toward her in complete shock.

“Lucy?” Tim said, his voice an octave higher than normal as his mouth hung open with his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Tim?” Lucy said breathlessly, as though the sight of him had knocked the wind out of her.

They stared at each other for a moment. Tim allowed his eyes to roam down from Lucy’s face to examine the rest of her. He felt like his mind was transported back in time to nine years ago. She was wearing, as far as he could tell, the same gorgeous green dress she had worn to Angela’s almost-wedding, and she didn’t look like she had aged a single day. She still wore her hair long and wavy, just like he remembered it. Time had done nothing to dim her beauty. His breath caught at the sight of her moonstone ring on her right hand that had led him to her in the desert so many years ago. To his surprise, he did not see a wedding ring on her left hand; there was just a stripe of untanned skin there.

Lucy felt her body warm under his intense gaze until her cheeks were a rosy pink color, but she couldn’t deny that she was checking him out in just the same way. The last seven years had surely treated him well. There were little streaks of gray hair around his temples, and his smile lines seemed a little deeper, but being away from the LAPD didn’t seem to alter his exercise routine at all as his muscles still bulged against his shirt the way they always did. Damn. That man could wear a suit better than anyone else she knew. Just like Tim, her eyes also went to his left hand where she noticed he didn’t wear any ring.

As Tim and Lucy were frozen staring at each other, Lily, Aly, and Sam exchanged victorious smiles and all-knowing nods.

“We were right!” Sam said, standing behind Lucy by a step and looking at Aly and Lily triumphantly. “That’s exactly how she says his name in her sleep! Like she just finished exercising, and she’s out of breath.” He paused for half a beat. “Well sometimes she screams it, too…” he continued.

“Sam!” Lucy said, her face quickly flushing to a beet red color. She grabbed him by the shoulder. “How do you know about…”

“You talk in your sleep a lot, Mom. And Tamara says…”

“Okay. Okay. Enough,” she interrupted him. “You’ve said more than enough,” she said patting him on the back as she cleared her throat. Lucy dared to glance over at Tim whose shock had morphed into several different micro-expressions, including confusion, surprise, and smugness, until it settled into a slightly amused expression with his lips pulled in tight, trying not to smile.

“Excuse me. I just… I… I’ll be back in a bit,” Lucy whispered as she glanced back at Sam and then Tim and the two girls that must be his daughters. Then she turned and started walking to escape to the nearest bathroom, planning to text Tamara to find Sam and watch after him. After everything that had happened to her over the last week with memories of Tim surrounding her and then Sam’s confession that she dreamt about Tim… it… it was just too much. She needed to escape for a minute to compose herself.

Read more here:

[asteropescrolls]

wrote this about a personal situation but maybe my audience here may like it too! please enjoy this short story in the form of a poem :)

The Moonstone ring and the girl in a white gown

a child gently toys with beads. they are the prettiest, it seems, her eyes, they sparkle...no, they gleam. that day a choice made, unforeseen. The Moonstone gem, it stole her heart, for in her gaze, it's purest art. oh dearest Moon, what have you done? a fait awaits, can't be undone. time is a stream, a river, flows. the current rough, not a soul knows where to it leads, how life it kneads, yet...in her heart, still, Moonstone beads. how curious, what journeys bring. now on her hand, a Moonstone ring. not just her eyes, her soul, it gleams. yet as we mentioned, rough are streams... a little shake, a little rustle, and in an unexpected hassle, the ring falls off into the blue. oh what a shame...and no one knew. no water, stream, or current may hold her soul back from the dismay. a glance made left, a glance made right, her body's certain as her mind. one moment passed, she plunges down. not a soul cared of her white gown. into the blue herself she brings, though in the World, a million rings, her Moonstone gem lays deep below. she cared not of the rivers flow. dark depths, they blind, yet a bleak light leads her towards a crevice bind. and there, oh fortune, her ring lays, though far away from Sunlight rays, the glow it gives is just enough, so she collects herself, she's tough. her hands go in, dislodging vines, yet "leave me, please" - the ring it chimes. "do you not know? diamonds they shine oh so much brighter, my divine. put your hands down, and dive above. I shall stay here, my lovely dove. I shall stay here and think of you, for all the words I say are true. hence, save your breath, else you may drown. and goodness, dear, look at your gown..." a moment, two...the girl is stunned, her heart, it breaks, yet won't be shunned. both hands go on, dislodging vines, it seems she has to do it times and times again. yet, "glory" - chimes her inner voice. now up she climbs. how firm the ring lays in her hand... so justifiable. it's grand! the girl now surfaces, ashore, no longer on the river's floor, the breaths escape her lips, so free. all she can do is bask in glee. both ring and girl lay back, a-stunned, "pray tell, why was my heart so shunned? how come you urged me to abandon the only thing I hold a-tandem?" "I never meant to. trust, my heart, it never yearned for us to part. I simply didn't wish to view my only love travel askew, and drown in waters deep as these. I couldn't bare your blood to freeze. pray tell, why did your hands persist? what did your soul of then consist?" "I never told, and never shared, my heart, a piece, was truly scared... Moonstone, you held my heart before the consequence of us ashore. no diamond bright or dim compares to your shine, your glow, my heart tears, when you don't see your lovely shimmer. did you know, you make my soul glimmer?" the ring and girl rested a ashore, ethereal the Moonstones glow, brighter than any diamond may. no longer the girls heart dismayed. she gently pressed her lips to stone. how could one such great beauty hone? and till this day the two remain, dancing to cherry petal rain.

[centralperkchenford]

Married chenford talk about their relationship

Married chenford talk about their relationship

Chenford + Ashley was an distraction for my feelings for you!

This is fluffy, fluff and more fluffiness. And there’s a surprise at the end 🥰

And we'll build this love from the ground up Now 'til forever it's all of me, all of you

“Hey.” Says Tim climbing into bed. “How do you feel?” Lucy shrugs and places a hand on her stomach. She’s just starting to show and she is still having morning sickness. All day.

“I just wish it would go away.” She says. She leans her head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of her head softly.

“Did you ever think we would be here?” She asks quietly. Tim turns to look at her a questioning look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Tim asks her curiously. Lucy sighs and lifts her head up and turns to face him.

“Us. Married. Having our first baby. Thriving in our careers.” Lucy says playing with the blanket. “Did you ever picture it this way?”

Tim thinks about that for a moment because once upon a time he pictured this life with Isabel before it fell apart. But then Lucy crashed into his life and wormed her way into his heart and his whole world changed.

He never thought he would actually have this after Isabel. He just thought it was some pipe dream.

“Honestly?” He says turning to look at Lucy. “I didn’t think I would ever have this. I thought after Isabel it wouldn’t be possible.” Lucy smiles at him and he reaches for his hand. He squeezes it and then brings it up to his lips so he can kiss it.

“What changed?” Lucy asks him. He leans forward and gives her a small kiss.

“You.” He says softly. “You changed everything for me Lucy.”

She smiles at him again and cuddles closer to him but she doesn’t say anything she just looks at him waiting for him to continue.

“I know we had a rocky start. I know I was a hard ass. I know I made you.. frustrated.” He says.

“You were definitely a pain in my ass.” Lucy says teasingly. “You still are.”

Tim rolls his eyes at her. “And you are a menace.” He says kissing her nose. “Anyway. Despite our rocky start you still managed to help me. You got me out of a dark place.”

“I didn’t—” She starts but Tim shakes his head.

“You did baby. Despite how annoyed I was when you came to Isabel’s apartment. It opened my eyes a little.”

“I’m glad.” She whispers. He kisses her again and then pulls back.

“And then when you didn’t put in the report what I said at the quarantine house.” Tim says.

“I was trying to protect you Tim. I just didn’t.. but I was also terrified you were going to die. I-I even then you were important.”

“I know.” Says Tim. “I know. I was a jerk.” Lucy reaches out to cup his face.

“It’s okay.” She says. “I understand where you were coming from.”

“Yeah.” He whispers. He lowers his hand to her stomach and then closes his eyes for a moment before opening them.

“Caleb.” He says. “Caleb took you. And I felt like I—” He says and he moves his hand to where he knows her tattoo is.

“I felt like the ground was going to swallow me up.” He admits. “I wasn’t okay until you were.. saved.” Lucy closes her eyes now and runs her fingers through his hair.

“I love you.” She says quietly. He smiles and then goes down and kisses her belly softly and breathes her in. Thanking the heavens she was here with him, carrying their first baby. If she hasn’t left her ring out…

“I love you too.” He whispers into her skin. “I’m so glad you are here.” She pulls him back up and then looks at him waiting for him to continue.

“And then the aftermath of Caleb, god Lucy.” He reaches over and grabs her moonstone ring and holds it in between his fingers.

“You brought me back to life.” She says. “And that day when you gave me the ring back.. it felt like I started living again.”

“I’m glad.” He mumbles. There is a long silence and then Lucy talks this time. Her voice low and a little sad.

“You helped me after Jackson.” She says. “You being there really helped me, more than you will ever know.”

Tim smiles sadly at the memory and tugs Lucy closer. “Jackson would be so proud of you Luce. And happy for you. Maybe not about me.” Tim says and Lucy chuckles.

“I don’t think he would be surprised.” She says. “The way you looked at me at Angela’s non-wedding..”

Tim smirks. “You looked beautiful. I mean it Luce. I really wanted that dance.” He says.

“You didn’t look too bad yourself Bradford.” She says.

Tim smiles at her. “You helped me with my dad and the house. I will forever be grateful for that.” He says. “It was nice having you there. Even if you called me an idiot.”

“I’m glad I was there.” Says Lucy. “You know I still need to bug Genny for stories when you were younger. I have a few but..”

Tim just shakes his head at her. “What going to tell our kid all my embarrassing stories?” He asks her teasingly.

She gives him a smirk. “I already have been.” She says.

“Well good thing your aunt Amy loves me because I have a few embarrassing stories of you.” He retorts back.

“Like the double date?” She asks. He blanches at just the mere mention of that night.

“More like Gerald.” He says. She shakes her head and throws one leg over his leg to pull him closer.

“That night was interesting.” She says.

“I’m surprised Ashley didn’t break up with me then.” He says. “I spent the whole night focused on you.”

“I did too.” Says Lucy. “And I was with Chris for almost a year after that?” Tim grimaces at her ex boyfriend’s name.

“To be fair, I didn’t realize how I felt about you yet.” She says. “Did you?”

Tim shakes his head. “No.” He says softly. “I didn’t. I think they was something but I didn’t know what.”

Lucy nods in understanding. “And then you said you—did you want to marry Ashley?” She asks a little shyly looking away from him.

Tim turns her back towards him. “No baby. I mean at the time.. in that moment but no I didn’t actually want to marry her.”

“At all? You didn’t picture blonde haired, blue eyed babies running around you.” Lucy asks.

Tim sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know Luce. I mean she told me she didn’t even want to get married or have kids. And after that I just knew. I just knew our relationship wasn’t going anywhere.”

“Then why did you stay with her? Why did you “propose to her?” Lucy asks. “I know it was a joke but—”

“Because after that she was just a distraction Lucy. Because after the kiss in your apartment.. I just knew.”

“Oh.” Says Lucy softly. “I-I didn’t. I thought after we danced at Nyla’s wedding things had changed.”

Tim sighs. “It was stupid. But for the record baby, I meant every word I said at the wedding. Just because I was an idiot and did that stupid prank doesn’t mean I didn’t mean every word. You deserved, you deserve to be recognized.”

“I know you meant it Tim.” Lucy says quietly. “I was being annoying that day. I kept pushing you.”

“It’s okay.” Tim sighs. “You cared about me.” Lucy nods and lays her head on his chest.

“The kiss.” She says. “That’s when you realized your feelings for me?” He shrugs his shoulders and combs his fingers through her hair.

“More or less. It was more like a wake up call for me.” He admits. “But then the airplane kiss happened and then you said it was basic biology.”

“I’m sorry.” She says closing her eyes. “I was confused.”

“I was too.” Tim says and she opens her eyes to look at him, he’s looking at her with such love and adoration. And she really hopes their baby gets his eyes, because staring into his eyes makes her feel safe and loved. “I didn’t know what to do after that. And then Chris. And UC school. It was all a lot.”

“I know.” Says Lucy. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” He says. She swallows and looks up at him again. She feels safe and secure in her relationship with Tim now. But back then…

“I was heartbroken when you told me to move on.” She says softly. “Watching you walk away killed me.”

Tim let’s out a big breath. “I was looking out for you.” He says. “I was Luce. You meant the world to me. I didn’t want to get in the way.”

She nods and closes her eyes again. “I get it.” She says. “We both were in relationships and we almost..”

“But we didn’t.” He says repeating his words from that night. “We didn’t.”

“No matter how much we wanted to. I’m glad we didn’t. I like how we got together much better.” Lucy asks.

He smiles and kisses her. “Me too. It worked out so much better.” He says. She nods in agreement.

“And then.. Ashley broke up with you.” She says.

“Yep. And you took my radio hostage.” He says smiling.

“And you stole the idea from me. And led me on a wild goose chase to find my radio.” She says and she leans on her elbows so she can look at him.

“To propose to you.” He says. “I think mine had a better outcome.” He plays with her fingers.

“Oh it did.” She agrees. “Even if I was pissed at you the whole day.”

Tim let’s put a chuckle. “Worth it.” He says bringing her ring finger up to kiss it. “And you didn’t leave with another man.”

She smiles. “It was worth it. All the bumps, all the heartache.” She says. “It led us here.”

He puts his hand on her belly again. “It led us to our happily ever after.”

“It did.” She agrees and there’s a long silence before she speaks again. “I actually have something for you.”

He looks at her curiously and she climbs out of bed and goes to their closet and digs through it. She pulls out a small bag, and comes back over and hands it to him.

He looks up at her. “What is this?” He asks. She smiles and motions for him to open it.

“Open it and you will see.” She says. He sighs but he takes the tissue paper out and reaches it and pulls out a tiny pink onesie. He looks up at her and she bites her lip.

“There’s more.” She whispers her eyes filling with tears as he clutches the onesie. He feels like his heart is about to burst open. He reaches in again and pulls out a bear with a pink shirt on it and on the back says Bradford.

“Lucy.” He says clutching the bear in his hands. Are— we— are we having a girl?” He asks and she nods.

“I found out a week ago. I wanted to do something special and I was just waiting to get that shirt in.” She says her voice shaky.

Tim pulls her in and brings her down so she is on top of him and he squeezes her. “My girls.” He whispers. “My girls.”

Lucy let’s out a sob laugh and hugs him tightly too and peppers him with kisses.

“Your girls love you very much.” She says. Tim hugs her as close as possible and then she rolls off looking at him.

“You are going to be such a good dad.” She says softly. “Our little girl is so lucky to have you as a dad.”

He leans over to kiss her on the cheek. “And so so lucky to have you as a mom.” He says against her cheek.

He then goes down to her belly where their daughter grows and sleeps. “I love you baby girl.” He whispers. “Goodnight.”

Lucy pulls him back and kisses him softly. “Goodnight.” She whispers and he watches as she slowly closes her eyes. He does the same pulling Lucy close. And this is all he needs right now. Just him and his girls.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 22: Hot boxes & final touches

Your room in a smoky haze as your dream boat Annie record plays in the background you & robin in deep conversation about what you think your lives will look like 10 years from now. You honestly don’t know but told her as long as her 2 best friends and love are still with her then that’s all she truly cares about. Being in that sentimental moment robin had a shocked but questionable look on her face it was starting to worry you as she ran to grab her overnight bag digging around like a mad woman mumbling to herself “where the hell is it… stupid… bullshit… AH HA! Got it!” A small gift bag she hands it to you smiling “look I don’t have too many platonic friends that are girls & you are by far the best female friend I’ve ever had & I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you dealing with my crazy shit I know I’m annoying trust me Steve tells me everyday haha” you heart swells the last time you truly had best friends was in elementary school but then you had to move at the end of the 4th grade & making new friends before starting junior high just didn’t make any sense to you so you became the loner. Carefully pulling out the pretty lilac tissue paper you see two items dumping the bag into your hand there’s two rings inside both the same a silver band with a moonstone she picked them up “friendship bracelets & necklaces are so 2nd grade & I know you’re like me & like stones so I figured friendship rings now that’s bad ass” you giggle “robs they’re beautiful I love it & we can wear them tonight show everyone how cool we are” you shoot her a wink when you hear the sound of the doorbell Robin goes to answer the door “ITS DINGUS & HE ACTUALLY DOESNT LOOK HALF BAD!!!” Your stoned so you’re fully belly laughing “HEY I CAN HEAR YOU HEY WHATS THAT SMEL.. OHH HOLDIN OUT JAMIE I SEE” you hear footsteps they both enter your room Steve wearing a dark grey suit white dress shirt emerald vest and tie “wow lookin sharp Harrington” he takes you in wide eyed “hey dingus you’re drooling” you laugh “wow… Jamie you… you look terrific Munson is a lucky guy” Steve looks down at his feet “aw thanks Stevie” your blushing “uh munson said he’d be here with transportation I told him if it was his death trap then I’m calling us all a cab you ladies aren’t riding in that hell wagon tonight” you pull out a second joint noticing steve could use it as nervy as you both are right now. “Ohhh hell yeah it’s been a minute” he swipes it lighting it for everyone you three sit on the floor smoking letting Robin go through music to play “oh I have a gift for you.. well you & Eddie” you go to your closet “ohhh I like presents” robins laughs slapping his arm shaking her head “just a little something to celebrate with beings Eddie and Robin are seniors their last hurrah” you hand him the gift bag “oh shit the good stuff too thanks jame you really are a doll” he smiles at you. You all get interrupted by the bell again robin makes you wait so you can make an entrance properly “okay jame come out now” you walk into the living room & he’s so beautiful black suit dress shoes maroon vest and tie and a giant gift bag in his hand and the other behind his back. Meanwhile you don’t know Eddie’s heart has stopped times stood still as he drinks you in never has he seen such beauty “wow princess you.. look heavenly i mean it & you changed your hair too I love it you’re so gorgeous” your cheeks are on fire & clenching your thighs because this man his making you feel 100 different things at once “you look so handsome Ed” he steps forward handing you a bouquet of red roses Robin quickly tends to those for you opening the bag he pulls out your corsage a red and white rose with black ribbons and babies breath he slips it on your wrist he pulls out his boutonnière & has Steve & robins off to the side so they can exchange theirs on their time you pin it to his collar as Steve takes photos of you both interacting you do the same for Robin and Steve & then set the camera timer to take one all together smiling ear to ear 86 was definitely going to be everyone’s year.