#hopes not mine but rose-pearl is

[priniya]

hii, this is very specific but do you think you could write something involving fem!reader who grew up with sirius and they’re childhood best friends (but it’s only ever going to be platonic between them) and one day she transfers to hogwarts and immediately has a thing for james, however james doesn’t wanna make a move because he thinks her & sirius have some unspoken thing? <3

UNSPOKEN THINGS!

synopsis. growing up with sirius black was easy, but falling in love with his best friend was even easier. however, everything gets complicated — james keeps his distance, overthinking your relationship with sirius.

notes. i wouldn’t lie if i said i didn’t like that request, because i LOVE IT!!!! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING SM?? obv. james potter x fem!reader. maybe ooc james. gonna make a part 2!

all the good things that had taken place during your childhood had always happened with sirius black by your side. having him next to you was like a pearl you’d never trade for anything. sneaking out at night as children to spend a little more time with each other, pulling small pranks on your siblings, and having a companion for every banquet was something priceless.

you wished that your friendship would survive the sudden shift, caused by your mother’s dream to come back to her roots in southern france, and who was your father to disobey the love of his life? so, he barely turned eleven, when you bid goodbyes, gave him your future address, and hoped he’d write.

since sirius black has always been a man of his words, he did not disappointed you with the amount of letters he’d sent you. some may think that it slowly died down, when you got to school, although it just intensified. you were certain that he told you at least the majority of his stories, confiding in that he was head over heels with remus, his schoolmate.

telling him you were coming back to england was definitely the letter you were delighted to write. seeing him after those years was magical — almost miraculous. unfortunately, something got delayed and you got to london the same day you’d leave for hogwarts.

“sirius!” a laughter left your mouth as soon as you noticed the black-haired boy, standing next to a group of teenagers. before sirius even realized, you threw your arms around his neck, clutching him in a tight hug.

“you’re finally here!” he shouted, lifting you few inches off the ground with a smile, earning a lot of confused looks from all his friends. “couldn’t get any later, could you?” the boy rolled eyes at you, turning his head to face the confused group. “this is y/n, my first best friend.” with that, his arm was thrown around your shoulder, squeezing you a little.

before any of them spoke out, you got at least two seconds to look at them, memorizing their distinguished features, which could help you recognize them later. the boy standing the closest to you, who, you guessed, was james — the only one beside remus that sirius actually put a thought into writing about.

“nice to meet you.” he was first to greet you, embracing you in a short hug, something in his cologne almost made you lightheaded, his scent staying in your mind till falling asleep that night. “sirius couldn’t stop talking about you, always blah blah blah.”

“shut up, could you?” sirius retorted, pulling you away from the potter boy.

few hours later, you were trying to settle in your new dorm, when you heard a knock on the door. “hey.” a head peaked inside before you even got to open them. “am not interrupting something, am i?” potter asked, smile rosing on his lips as he walked in.

“noo, just trying to make this place more like mine, you know?” you smiled back, putting down a few frames with photos of you and your friends back in beauxbatons. “while you’re here, could you help me with putting books on the shelves?” curly-haired boy nodded his head eagerly, before taking a pile of books to put them where you wanted.

it was almost perfect — he was about to put the last one in its place, but something was wrong, and the book fell down, and hit him right in the nose, causing a nosebleed. “shit!” he groaned, immediately grabbing the hem of his shirt, using it like a tissue.

“merde, james i’m so sorry.” you mumbled, embarrassed. the towel quickly found its way to your hand, putting it close to his nose gently. “i’ll try to be as gentle as i can, i promise.” you whispered.

the distance between you was intimidating. his eyes focused on your faces as you carefully tried to stop the bleeding, your cheeks getting warmer with each second his sight was on you. “i’m a man made of steel, it’s fine.” he chuckled, eyes squinting right afterwards.

“i can see that.” you laughed softly, pulling the fabric away, seeing that the bleeding stopped. “don’t worry, you’re still the pretty boy you were before you got here.” blush creeped onto his cheeks upon hearing your comment.

and you stayed like that until sirius stepped into the room without knocking, catching the two of you barely inches away from each other, talking in hushed voices about something insignificant. music you like, movies you want to watch, fun summer stories and anything that found its way to your tounges.

the next few weeks were horrible, having yourself busy with all the workload you got, revising all the things you weren’t taught at your previous school, but they were compulsory at hogwarts. maybe if a certain curly-haired boy wasn’t on your mind 24/7, it’d be easier to study.

“y/n, good to see you!” marlene smiled, grabbing your arm as you were walking back to the common room after the study session you had at the library. “ready for the party?” she asked, grinning widely.

the question had taken you off guard — there was supposed to be a party and you were supposed to be ready by then? to be honest, the amount of time you put into studying, made you so exhausted you were barely standing on your own. on the other hand, the raging urge to impress sirius’ friends (specifically james) was unstoppable, and refusing the party was the last thing on your priority list.

“i’ll be in thirty minutes.” quickly, you matched her smile, stepping into the already crowded gryffindor common room, only to find sirius on the coffee table with james. “guys, this is my best friend, y/n! the party is for her!” your best friend shouted to the people, earning a few laughs and claps.

you laughed along the people, catching a brief glance of james, locking eyes with him for a little too long until he looked away, cheeks tinted pinkish. “geez, pads. let the poor girl change…?” mckinnon shook her head, pulling you away from black.

“so…” she beamed, closing the door behind her. “what’s going on with you and james?” she asked with ease, making herself comfortable on your bed, watching your inept attempts to hide how easy it was for james to make you lit up.

“nothing.” you shrugged. “geez, i feel bad for saying this since he’s sirius’ other best friend, but sometimes i really wish there was something going on. you know, he’s kind, funny, and cute.” a sigh escaped from between your lips as you looked through all the cute dresses your older sister made you buy last summer in italy.

“that’s what i thought.” she giggled, picking up makeup accessories. “well, from the way he looks at you, he seems to think you’re cute too.” she made a pause. “or he’s jealous of you, and doesn’t want to lose sirius.”

upon hearing that you decided to tell the blonde girl about those few evenings, when he just happened to be walking past your dorm and stayed with you for the whole night. “then he’s definitely interested in you.” marlene gasped, immediately jumping onto the spot next to you, grabbing the fitted, silky, red dress. “we’re gonna make him make a move. i swear, this boy won’t be able to stop himself.”

twenty-five minutes later, when you were already done with shower and trying to convince marlene to let you do make up on your own (which didn’t work out and she wanted to do it herself), you were sitting in front of the girl, legs crossed as she did the perfect line on your eyelid, once in a while stealing a glance of your bra.

“think about me if things are shitty with potter, yeah?” her smile made you roll eyes jokingly. “okayy, let’s take a quick pic of the masterpiece and go.” she quickly grabbed the camera from a shelf, snapped a picture of you, and her in the mirror, and left the room shortly after.

you remember the look james gave you, when he finally noticed you came back. he didn’t know if it was just him, but you looked like you could compete with world-level models. seeing you like that caused his heart to do a flip. just when he was about to walk up to you, sirius found his place somewhere next to you, close enough to sent james a signal to back off.

potter instantly assumed that there had to be something between the two of you, mostly by how touchy sirius would become whenever you were around, having his arm thrown around your shoulders or always somehow embracing your waist. and stealing his best friend’s girlfriend was the last thing he ever wanted to do, even if he felt he clicked with you.

as soon as sirius handed you the red cup filled with a liquid you assumed was alcohol, you let yourself forget about the whole thing with james. chugging down the cup as fast as you only could, trying to win the little competition with the black boy.

few hours later, when the entire party began to die down, james was trying to get to his dorm, completely sober, but then he noticed you sitting on the stairs, your knees and palms covered in blood. “shit.” he mumbled under his breath, debating in his mind if he should just walk the other way around or help you, and…

“what… happened?” he sat beside you, his stomach doing few more flips, seeing how your face lightened up at the sound of his voice. “y/n could you talk to me?”

“i fell down the stairs.” you grimaced, head leaned against his shoulder. “one of the seventh years suggested i should go to my own room, but i couldn’t move, ‘cos it hurts.” the grimace was replaced by a pout.

a sigh left his mouth as he picked you up, without saying a word — he believed it’d be easier to help you, and immediately leave than if he’d started a conversation with you. the whole walk to your dorm was silent, none of you hadn’t even let out a whimper until you were seated on your bed, while james tried to take proper care of your scrapped knees.

“are you mad at me?” you whispered softly, tilting your head to the side to get a better look at him. the sadness in your tone made his heart clutch. “why aren’t you speaking then? we hardly even talked today.” you added, when he just shook his head.

“i don’t want to do something, both of us might regret later.” his reply was strange, did he really think you’d regret anything that includes him in any way?

after that, the room remained silent — wordlessly, james handed you clothes that seemed like a good pyjamas material and turned away while you shamelessly changed. “can you stay with me?” you asked, stopping him in his tracks.

“of course.”

he laid down beside you, his eyes focused on the ceiling above. “have you ever thought how would your life looked like if you stayed in england?” the question left his mouth swiftly. “or if you never got back, do you think you’d fall out of touch with sirius?”

“there’s always a possibility that could happen, but i don’t think so, you know.” you answered, shifting on the mattress to see that he was already looking at you. “however, there were times when i thought he would throw away all those years of friendship.”

his curious gaze made you continue. “two years ago, he told me all about his plans with you. that you’d live together, far enough from his parents to not be threatened by them, but close enough to visit your parents every weekend. it sounds funny now, but all those plans — the apartment somewhere in the southern london, traveling and other stuff were exactly what we’d planned before i was forced to leave. that’s the only letter from sirius i didn’t keep. i couldn’t, it was a sign that the friendship wouldn’t last forever, so i burned it.” you shrugged, laying the fluffy blanket on top of your bodies. “i really wanted to hate you for this all those years, you know? but you seemed too fun to do so, coming here just made me more certain.” that was the first time in the whole evening that you’ve heard him laugh, feeling as if his normal self was coming back to you.

“look where we ended up.” the smile on his face was contagious. you beamed, laughing. you were so jealous of james two years earlier, and now you didn’t want him to leave the warm sheets of your bed. his face was getting so close to yours, you let yourself think he wanted to kiss you for a moment. maybe it was just the intoxication? “i don’t know where this might go, so i’m gonna say it know. i want us to stay on friends basis, please.”

and with those words it was your time to turn silent, acting sleepy to make him think you were about to drift off to sleep. “don’t worry, that’s what i wanted too.” you muttered with your eyes closed.

from that moment on, you hardly even spent time with james anymore, always finding an excuse to bail out if someone even suggested that you should hangout with them. the way you two acted was growing suspicious, and who would remus be if he didn’t notice?

“you’re sulking.” lupin retorted, when it was only james and he in their dorm, both pretending to not paying attention to one another. “care to elaborate? it’s been a month since you got so grumpy.”

“you won’t tell sirius?” potter tilted his head to the side, putting away the magazine he was reading and looked directly at his friend, who shook his head. “it’s about y/n.”

“so? you seemed to get along well when she got here.” remus frowned. “i mean-, you’re right, but then there was the party in october and uh, we almost kissed. i wanted to kiss her, but i quite panicked.” the seeker explained, making the werewolf to deepen his frown. “james, i swear to god what have you done?”

but remus already know. marlene had told him a few days after the party that the two lovebirds were drifting away, and prongs was definitely the reason of the sudden change in their dynamics. until now, he was just looking for a chance to speak with him about it.

“i said i wanted to keep it on friends basis, she rarely talks to me ever since.” he sighed, turning down the volume of the radio. “i really wanted to keep talking to her without breaking sirius’ heart if something between us happened.”

“wait.” the frown was now an unchanging part of remus’ face. “why do you think you’d possibly break pads’ heart if you started dating y/n?” lupin shifted on his bed, yet to connect all the dots.

james grimaced at the thought of his response, wasn’t it obvious? “well, it’s against the brocode to steal someone’s girlfriend, isn’t it?” upon hearing that, remus choked on water, confusing his friend even more.

“prongs.” the blonde boy laughed, making his way towards the other boy. “i believe that if you started dating y/n, sirius would be far from heartbroken, and he wouldn’t consider you a girlfriend thief.” another bursts of laughter escaped from between lupin’s lips as he clutched his stomach. “if you’d like to break his heart, you’d have to steal someone else, not a girl he considers a sister.”

all remus regretted that moment was that he left his camera at lily’s, so he was unable to capture the funniest expression on james’ face, he has ever seen. “you should really talk to her, to at least explain yourself.” he squeezed his friend’s knee in reassurance, before james stood up. “i’d look for her in marl’s dorm, if i were you.” he hinted, disappearing behind bathroom’s doors.

you sat on marlene’s bed with dorcas right next to you, her arm thrown around your shoulder as you drunk the wine, she bought specifically for that evening. it happened to be the day, when girls had their weekly girls’ night, so mckinnon thought you should tagged along.

the knocking on the door interrupted lily’s story about remus and hers trip to edinburgh last summer, and the one hot girl she met back then. “hey, is y/n there?” james’ voice rang loudly in the room, giving you shivers. you couldn’t have a day without thinking of him, could you?

marlene flashed you a look, before looking back at him. “i don’t know, do you think she’d like to talk to you?” she crossed arms at her chest, watching the rosing confusion on his face, before you appeared in the view, ruining the whole scary girl gig. “we’ll be right here, love.” she nudged you lightly as you walked out of the room, closing the door behind you.

“heard you were looking for me…?” you asked, muscles stiff at the thought of being one on one with him. “can we do it quickly? my wine’s bottle is probably emptied by dorcas now.” you chuckled, trying to sound as calm as you only could.

“i don’t want to be friends anymore.” his confession made your heart twitch. the alcohol running in your veins almost made you vulnerable in front of him. the sigh that left your mouth was his signal to realize you misunderstood him. “you really came up here to tell me that?”

it was getting pretty bad, and james knew, there was one thing he could do that wouldn’t mess up what he wanted to tell you. hands flew to your cheeks, cupping them with his palms as leaned in to kiss you. it was definitely unexpected — but you couldn’t resist him, the thing you’ve wanted so bad, finally came true. james’ lips on yours.

he took his time before pulling away, and when he did, you were reminded that there was world beside him. all the misery you were in was long gone, just by seeing the smile on his face. “i’m sorry.” the seeker began, his eyes tracing around your face but not stopping on your eyes once. “i misinterpreted the relationship between you and padfoot, and it got all messy in my head. i thought you two were… you know, a thing.”

a quiet chuckle escaped from between your lips, caressing his cheek gently with a thumb, involuntarily smiling at his vivid embarrassment. “james,” you spoke out softly, amusement still audible in your tone. “hypothetically, if sirius and i were a thing, would i really invite you to spend time in my room, one on one, always suggesting that you should stay overnight? you, my hypothetical boyfriend’s best friend?”

“well, i haven’t thought about it.” he shrugged, smile tugging on his face. “nonetheless, i’m taking you on a date, but don’t tell sirius. i’m sure he’s going to kill me for hitting up on you.” james scoffed, hair getring ruffled by his fingers.

“when did i agree on going on a date with you?” you asked, biting back a smile, at the same time trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “don’t worry, i’ve never told on a cute boy before.”

he opened his mouth to reply, but marlene opened the door and snatched you inside, before you could even react, her action earning a few laughs in response. “excuse me, lover boy, but the time is up!” the blonde laughed, visibly tipsy, and disappeared behind the door.

now, james potter had two things to do — figure out where should he take you out, and how to tell his best friend that he wants to date his childhood best friend.

[themotherofblood]

CHAPTER 2 | RIVER OF GOLD | The Bedding | T.L x READER

series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 1

tw: infantalism, major age gap, loss of virginity, misogynistic views, allusions to blood, breeding, unprotected

~ the lion’s in the house, the flowers are up in the air ~

“The wedding was quaint I suppose, followed by the customs of the Seven. I had hoped to have a Ryonish wedding, just as my cousins did, the dress lord Tywin, or I suppose my husband had gotten redone from my mother’s old gown, had freshwater pearls. I lit a candle at the Sept. I felt her. My mother’s warmth embraced at my back. She is watching me, I think. I miss her terribly.”

The feast that gathered in your father’s Great Hall was elaborate, surely the money came from Tywin’s coffers as you had never seen your father spend on such baseless things as he had said. Your martial cloak still laid heavy upon your shoulders as you ate what you could from your plate. People danced and jovial banter followed the tables, your sisters taking turns dancing with Olvyar. Lord Kevan had ridden from Casterly Rock to be in attendance, Tywin’s only family present. You knew not to hope for this agreement to be extravagant nor joyous, this was a  deal struck well. Your womb for the Lannister offspring and you showered in riches and power, perhaps if you gave him a son or two. You could return to Dorne. 

There was a fiddly sense of belonging between the two of you, there should have been a first dance, which he refused, he doesn’t smile, why doesn’t he smile? You would have danced, you loved dancing however whatever simple vows spoken at the altar seemed to have mellowed your making entirely as you sat there from the hour of crow to the hour of the bat. Feasting away as your father regaled of this most triumphant match and how honoured his daughter - you who sat right in front of him was. 

What you worried for most was the bedding, you should have taken up the offer of your cousin Nymeria when she had laid attractive ideals upon your lap to flitter you away with her to the most extravagant of brothels on the eastern streets of Sunspear. Though a maiden, you weren’t entirely daft due to the very colourful tapestries and paintings that flowered you to a whole different - erogenous - world. What kind of lover was your husband to be? Was there even warmth to expel within the sheets from his stone heart? He doesn’t even smile, not once. 

Tywin in truth was a fine man for his age, though his pockets (mines) were the true seduction of his being, if one could get past the stern glare, no… judgement in his eyes with which he glanced at a room. There had to be more to a man of his stature, of his experience. You could name a rumour or two, your aunt, but your mind mostly wondered about his children. Much, much older children. There was sedation, you knew this much as he promised this to you “You would be safe.” Perhaps the debt he owed to your mother was one of the grave consequences. 

“Now, the night grows cold my lords!” Loren exclaimed, raising his glass to you, his pale cheeks red from the intoxication of the strong wines your Dornish ship had brought along. “Shall we send for the bedding ceremony,” he cheered, downing his cup with an animalistic growl. Your father, your boorish father. Never leaving one opportunity to humiliate you, having your clothes pulled off in front of a very populated crowd, you shuffled back uncomfortably in your seat, clutching your skirts in balled fists. Would it be inappropriate to punch a lord? 

“What you say, my lord,” Loren turned to his liege lord, your husband who looked rather unamused as he finally looked at you after the wedding ceremony. His eyes narrowed further before he turned to your father. 

“There will be no bedding,” he said, voice lowly and intimidating. He rose, holding his hand out for you to take. His palms were warm, too warm as you clutched his palm. He fixated a subtle glare towards your father and pulled you from the feast. You walked behind him, mildly shocked that he would protect you, he promised it. You pattered along behind him, the anklets hidden under your gown chiming as you walked with him. He let go of your hand once the doors behind you closed, letting you lead him to your childhood quarters. 

Like falling marbles, your heart fluttered each time you thought of ways to present yourself to him. When you entered your bed-chambers, a slight dread filled your belly. Tywin looked around, face stoic as ever until his eyes fell on the dolls that sat atop a chest, he looked at your questioningly, eyebrows raised making your sheepishly scratch your neck. 

“I haven’t been in these rooms since I was seven,” you told him, a simple explanation to the many toys decorated around the chambers, the books stacked across the walls and shelves. Patches of embroidered neatly folded onto a pile by the receiving table. Your handmaidens had left behind a tray of refreshments, wines and dried fruit. You are his wife - wife, the realisation seemed to have slowly trickled its way to your consciousness. You are married - you are married and you would now have to lose your maidenhead. 

“Why do you do that?” Tywin pulled you from your intense line of thought, looking at you as though he was reading you, a droll book with its finest pages being ripped away and hidden. 

“Do what?” You blurted, watching him intuitively as he poured himself a cup of wine and filled another for you. 

“Your mind, you think too hard,” he grunted, sitting himself down on the great chair turned away from the heart, it was utterly comical if you thought over the scenery. His much - much larger frame situated upon a very small, cushiony great chair made of lilac cloth and blue embroidery to match its footstool. Your chair, you wanted to sit there but instead pick up the cup of wine from the table. Taking ginger sips of the wine and frowning at its taste, twelve summers at Sunspear and your tongue still couldn’t accustom to the fizzled burn upon your throat. 

“I- I just…” you trailed, taking a larger swig this time, unsure of what to talk about, the talking wasn’t necessary, was it? “How would you like me, my lord?” 

You bit your tongue, hard. Trusting yourself up like a whore, how would you like me, seriously?

“Are you afraid of me, girl?” the green of his eyes glinted over your doe eyes face, the confusion and torn countenance. 

“No, not afraid,” you took a seat next to him, curving near the rip of your cup with your finger “You are very unreadable- I do not wish to disappoint you,” he grunted, and almost a broken chuckle fell from his lips. 

“I can’t tell if you are pleased or not I… you do not smile, my lord.” 

He looked up, right into you. The menacing gaze of his eyes, almost a glare made you want to cower. Be swallowed whole by this chair, shutupshutupshutp, your mind in frenzy began to scream at you. This time you gulped down the cup entirely. What the fuck had you gotten yourself into?

“You’ve picked a fine one brother,” Kevan patted Tywin’s back “She and Genna will surely create quite the trouble.” 

Tywin grunted out a chuckle “She deceived me the first we met, fourteen years and not one lie went through me. But this one,” Tywin shook his head as he buttoned his cuffs. “She’s of exceptional breeding, wide enough hips for childbearing and a sharp wit.”

“Gods, Tywin, you are to make her your wife, not butcher her for meat.” Kevan rolled his eyes at his brother’s straightforward description of you. 

Tywin brushed his hands down his doublet, he swore to not think of this beforehand. Yet a man’s mind was only so fortified as he thought of Joanna, you looked nothing like her, the distinct lack of yellow-blonde and greenish eyes he could spend dusk till dawn. This was a necessity, his children had all failed him, and he couldn’t trust Cersei to feasibly manage Casterly Rock, her concentrated arrogance was much of Tywin’s fault. His golden boy, the fine knight he was, politically a mouse and Tyrion- better call him something else than Tywin’s son. 

His brother Kevan, was trustworthy and most capable of being his heir but he wanted just another chance, to build his legacy from his blood, his lineage, and his seed. A young enough wife to mould to his liking, you were a challenge, your mind too sharp behind the polite curtain upon your eyes. He found no reason to be curt or cold to you, you were to share his bed. A fine creature- soft and poised with an amalgamated refinery of Westerslands blood and Dornish brawl. 

Now, as you sat in front of him. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t let this bedding be a rut-pump-fill engagement. The heavy lower lip long stripped from its pinkish rogue, filled with colour due to your constant biting. He stopped drinking at the feast a while back, not wanting to blurt Joanna’s name while within you. He had done far too many times to the whores of Lannisport. However as he watched you, the possibility dwindled, your aura too commanding to be thought of as anything else than who you were, the strong scent of sandalwood and lilies. An inviting little thing, the lusts of a man no different than his youth. 

He rose from his seat, reaching forward to cup your jaw to make you look at him, his thumb itching to graze over your supple cheek. “I am pleased,” he said sincerely behind his monotone behaviour. “Come.” He whispered. 

Your softer hand once more took his as he led you to the foot of your bed. He could tell how hard you were breathing from your breasts pushing against the bindings of your gown, spilling parts of it over and deflating once more. His hand with a find of his let his pointer trace against the curve of cheek down your neck. “I will return in moments.”

He ventured to ante chambers to strip into far appropriate and comfortable attire for tonight. In a soft white tunic and trousers, his mind wandered to the vision that were you. A titillating scene, one devoid of the performative bait of the whores he had gotten used to. You were a terrified thing, surely taught or read about the consummation. He wouldn’t let it hurt, he hadn’t felt a maiden in a while, the vile thought stirred warmth within his breeches as he re-entered your chambers to find you in your night rail. Soft white with flowers - flowers, his eyes raked down your body. You are undone hair, thick and wild. Shoulders bared, kissable the nape of your neck, the marks he could leave upon your collarbones. The gentle glow of the lit hearth against your skin and the scent. 

The incense, that’s what you smelled of, it teased him for days since you agreed to marry him. You sat at the edge of the bed, legs tucked together as you toyed with your fingers nervously. Your eyes widened for a moment when you noticed his silhouette standing a few breaths away from you. You were trying to will bravado into your nerves, turn them ice cold to stop with the gentle tremble on your fingertips. 

He approached you one more, towering over your frame. The space between his thumb and pointer fits perfectly at the curve of your chin as he held your face. “My lord,” you whispered. 

His lips pushed against yours, unlike the chaste close-mouthed peck. This one commanded you to learn, to receive his affections with equal attention. Your lips parted, letting his tongue within, you floundered for a moment. A buzz ran down your spine as you felt his other hand pull you closer, you whimpered into the kiss, finding a distinct lack of air within as Tywin pulled away. 

“You ought to stop calling me my lord.” Tywin admired your features, a lamb for the lion to feast upon, your lips so sweet, laced with the very strong wine that lingered in Tywin’s lips. He wondered if his young bride was sweet everywhere. You nibbled on your bottom lips. The flush of your cheeks - The Maiden in the flesh as your rail shielding the ample globes upon your chest. A mellow-tempered beauty, pure and untouched. As much as his mind wished him to strip you bare, it would be unlike his station to impose you further from your comfort. 

He gestured towards the pillows, letting you crawl further in as he rid himself of his tunic. For his age, Tywin maintained the regime of a knight. Finding no reason to laze away to his growing age, he would die many ways happily. Other than a fat country lord. His frame engulfed yours as he positioned himself on his knees. His thumb grazed your lips, parting them as he pushed in two fingers. 

“Suck on them,” he commanded as you obliged like a doll on strings. Suctioning your lips around his pointer and middle finger. The skin between your legs was divinely soft as he stroked them open, and your stomach churned. You were his wife now, his to pry open until you were swollen with his babe. 

He felt the sickish soft hairs against your skin, trimmed to a perfect mound as the pads of his fingertips strum against your petals, coating them slick with the wetness from your mouth. You gasped, a kittenish yelp, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as your husband prepared you for your bedding. 

“It’s alright, this will make it more bearable,” he stated, his features long softened that you didn’t notice until now. He laid next to you with your legs held open as he rubbed tight circles onto your bud. 

“My…my lord,” you mewled, making Tywin return to his stern glare as a warning. “Husband.” The word so foreign against your tongue, your noses touching one another as your eyes scrunched close. 

A malicious urge flared over Tywin as he couldn’t wait longer to feel you clenching around his cock. He kissed your lips once more before situating himself atop you. You squealed as he positioned you by yanking you down by the hip. Your rubescent folds are ever inviting, beginning to have his cock sliding through the slick. He pushes his breeches off, letting his semi-harden length, the mushroom tip resting against your entrance. He was waiting, waiting for you. 

There was apprehension, mayhaps fear in your eyes. You shuffled your hips making Tywin but his tongue, feeling the friction against his leaky tip, “Please.” You whispered. 

His tip pushed against your rejecting core, unyielding to the foreign feeling as his thumb gingerly swiped over your bud to mask the sting you were to soon feel. You bleat, choking at the feeling of his cock pushing in, you grasp onto his shoulder a little too hard, nails digging in. You hiss out an apology, all he did was shush you, like a learning child. It would be fine, he would make it better. Your eyes dropped heavy eyelids fixated upon him as he bludgeoned himself smug into your cunt, he wavered for a moment. A lowly groan rumbled from within him as your silent sobs persisted. He waited once more, watching over your scrunched face. 

Drunk from the lust he fought to not fuck into you, reminding himself you were no whore, you would break too easy if he inflicted any more strain. He didn’t understand what you were doing to him as he placed a kiss upon your forehead as your cunt fluttered around him. There was a different depravity in the thought of moulding something this young, and warm to stretch himself. Making a delicate home for his seed within you, reaching for your womb for his heir, his—this was his.

“Please move— husband,” you hissed, gently rocking your hips to soothe the waves of pain flaring through your abdomen. It faded, the hurt was pleasurable against the tweaks at your pearl. 

Tywin groaned, his hips rolling into yours as he set a gentle pace. Your pretty hair spread about the pillow, full lips parted open with gasps of harsh air - taking thrust after thrust for him. It didn’t go unnoticed as your fingertips caressed against the backs of his shoulders. Don’t fucking do it — Tywin valiantly fought against the urge to grasp at a handful of your breasts. Your nipples were hard behind the cotton fabric, the shoulders pulled so far down they threatened to spill from their coverings. 

“Say my name, say my name wife,” he groaned, holding your jaw with the green of his eyes making you dizzy. 

“T-Tywin— it feels so good,” you mewled, of course, it does, pretty maiden being fucked open for your first coupling as he took much care of you. Tywin, some doe-eyed witch you were, maybe his wine laced with a potion. His name never sounded so sweet. 

His hand clutched your hips, truly the perfect width, his cock stirred some more at the thought of your soft pouch swelling further. The glow in your cheek is even radiant while carrying his heirs “Such a good girl,” he groaned. “Fuck.” He groaned under his breath, trying to keep his equanimity.

His cock twitched feeling your cunt squelch as he flicked his thumb against your bundle of nerves, a rut and a pump more and he sweared “fuck, there—take it.” You mewled under him, legs shuddering as his cock pumped itself to completion. Warm seed coating your environs as his sweat-beaded head fell against your forehead.

The heavy after loom oddly weaved your legs against him, the gentle weight of his body resting against yours anchored you to the ticklish warmth you felt. Eyes heavy and shut and your heart hammered against your chest. Tywin pulled you up when you could gather your bearings once he dressed.

The service bell was rung for Maester Crasden, your father Loren and Tywin’s brother Kevan to inspect the sheets. You sat hidden behind your husband’s silhouette, the sheets stained thoroughly, though the flush of your cheeks was indication enough that marriage was indeed consummated. Maester Crasden checked on you as Tywin conversed with Loren. 

“We ride tomorrow at noon, make a night's journey home,” Tywin instructed your father is more than happy to be rid of one daughter with such an auspicious match. Kevan nodded before exiting the chambers along with Loren. Maester Crasden laced a cup of water with two drops of Milk of The Poppy to ease any pains you might feel in the morrow. When he left, there was yet again an awkward silence between the two of you, mostly on your part.

Tywin on the other hand admired the dishevelled beauty sat by the hearth, “You need your rest, we are to leave tomorrow.” He stated. 

“Leave?” You questioned, putting the empty cup away as you stood, legs a little sore as you grimaced at the feel of his leaking seed. 

“For Casterly Rock,” he shrugged, awaiting any disappointments that might flare within your eyes. You looked at the hearth as your lips pulled to a line. 

You walked to him and reached onto your toes to press a kiss upon his cheek “Goodnight husband.” 

Tywin nodded as he helped you onto your bed before gracefully turning in his heel and leaving for his bed chambers. 

To Casterly Rock then.

next chapter

[sweetkpopmusings]

ateez as demigods <3

a/n: i acquired the poca albums for spin off last week, and a picture of yunho reminded me of greek gods, so here we are ! i adore aus like this, so i hope you enjoy a little magic with your ateez thoughts today <333 pics not mine~

content: demigod!ateez, greek mythology au | wc: 0.7k | warnings: none really! | pairing: ateez x gn!reader | requests: open

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seonghwa♡‧₊˚

the son of aphrodite 

heart-fluttering touches, light reflecting off pearls, soft smiles after unsaid i love you’s

seonghwa cherishes his ability to make roses bloom any time he walks by because he deeply believes there is nothing more important than creating beauty in the world. when you meet him, a light breeze and the faint scent of sea foam envelops you, carrying with it an abundance of calm. when he looks at you, you feel as though you are being seen by the intimate eyes of the one destined to love you for eternity. 

hongjoong♡‧₊˚

the son of hades

the smell of an old leather jacket, music in a dive bar, holding on and never letting go

he’s proud of how he can sense the presence of sadness, anger, loneliness, and despair in others, because he possesses an impeccable ability to comfort those trapped in darkness. when you meet hongjoong, the world is quiet, save the sound of his voice saying your name. when he looks at you, you understand the security that comes with unfaltering trust in someone who has never let you down and never will.

yunho♡‧₊˚

the son of apollo

a perfect summer afternoon, gut feelings, waking up from a restful nap

yunho carries the sun wherever he goes, and his mightiest power is warming those who need it most, even when their worlds have frozen over. when you meet him,  all the tension in your body falls away, replaced by the satisfaction of a job well done. when yunho looks at you, his glow melts every last worry in your mind, an endless promise to point you in the right direction and follow you wherever you go. 

yeosang♡‧₊˚

the son of artemis 

intense gazes, secrets revealed by moonlight, the deep green of a forest after rain

yeosang views his capacity to calm the racing hearts of animals and humans alike as a shield against a cruel world. when you meet him, you feel the electricity of the full moon rising in a clear night sky coursing through your body, a never-ending promise of adventure. when he looks at you, you are intoxicated by an incomprehensible mix of bravery and safety. if yeosang is by your side, you are invincible.

san♡‧₊˚

the son of demeter 

golden sunlight, cutting fruit for the ones you love, picnics filled with laughter and promises

anything touched by san becomes infinitely sweeter, and he never fails to pick the ripest fruit from the tree. when you meet him, you feel as though you’ve finally caught your breath, even though you can’t remember when or why you started running. when san looks at you, you are filled with delight, giggling like children playing their favorite type of make-believe.

mingi♡‧₊˚

the son of hermes

a familiar voice calling your name in a crowd, handwritten notes, hearing “i missed you”

mingi, though filled with racing thoughts, is confident in his power to say the exact words needed at the most important times. when you meet him, his simple “hello” carries with it a promise to always find you, no matter where you are. when he looks at you, everything you’ve ever wanted to say falls off your lips easily, as though all the right words you couldn’t find before are coming to you at once.

wooyoung♡‧₊˚

the son of dionysus

the taste of honey, skin buzzing with excitement, neon lights flooding city streets

he is eternally grateful for the fact he can lift people’s spirits with just a glance in their direction. when you meet him, you are overwhelmed by the feeling of hearing your favorite song from childhood, a bliss that comes with the innocence of youth. when wooyung looks at you, your heart drums inside your chest as though you’ve been dancing for hours, but you somehow still have the energy to dance again and again and again.

jongho♡‧₊˚

the son of athena

freshly brewed coffee, pages turning in a nearly empty library, footsteps on marble floors

he can settle any argument, not through stubbornness, but with an unflinching ability to determine the most equal compromise for all parties involved. when you meet jongho, the question that had been weighing on your mind for ages was finally answered. when jongho looks at you, you feel an unbreakable self-confidence, grounded in a way you never dreamt of before you knew him.  

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[pxnsneverland]

Ruthless Grace | Austin Butler x OC (part 6)

(gif source: sluttyhenley)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

plot summary: Amidst the grime and squalor of Victorian England's winding cobblestone alleys, a young woman's life hangs precariously in the balance. Violet, a poor peasant girl with long raven locks and piercing gray eyes, possesses a haunting beauty that belies the harsh realities of her existence. Tragedy struck two years prior when Violet's mother succumbed to illness, leaving her to fend for herself and her father – a cruel, selfish man consumed by vices of alcohol and gambling. On one fateful night, Violet's father drags her unwillingly to that very den of iniquity, and there she learns a horrifying truth from the club's greedy, perverted owner: to repay his mounting gambling debts, her father has sold her into sexual servitude. Violet's vehement protests fall on deaf ears, until an unlikely savior emerges from the shadows. Lord Austin Butler intervenes with a bargain of his own. This dangerous man offers to pay off Violet's father's debts in exchange for her accompaniment, and Violet is torn from the only life she has known. While Austin's demeanor remains shrouded in mystery and detachment at first, Violet gradually glimpses his softer, even playful side as time passes within the manor's walls and an unexpected connection blossoms between the unlikely pair.

pairings: austin butler x oc

word count: 2,902

warnings/notes:

Chapter 6: Beneath the Silk

The next morning, Violet awoke to her curtains being drawn open and the vast sunlight hitting her face. She squinted against the light, shielding her eyes enough to see the maid finishing tying back the curtains. Violet recalled that the maid’s name had been Beth.

“Good morning, Miss Everly,” she said with a cheerful smile, the brightness in her voice matching the flood of sunlight in the spacious room. “I hope you slept well.”

Violet managed a nod, although her sleep had been fitful, filled with nightmares. “Thank you. What is it?”

“Just past eight, miss.” Beth bustled about the room, straightening the bed linens. She picked up a dress that had been laid across the back of a chair. Beth held the dress up for Violet to see, and it was like gazing upon a sunrise itself. The gown was crafted from silk as smooth as a whisper, dyed in a gradient that flowed from the palest blush at the neckline down to a deep rose at the hem. Intricate patterns of climbing vines and blossoming roses were embroidered along the sleeves and bodice, each stitch done with such precision it appeared as if dewdrops might roll off the petals. Pearls, small and lustrous, were scattered amidst the floral embroidery, their iridescent sheen catching the light with every subtle movement.

“That is not mine,” Violet corrected. She had never owned anything so fancy and well made in her life.

“It is a gift, miss.” Beth smiled brightly, making her face look even younger than it already did. “Lord Butler had it brought in for you this morning. He insists you wear it today and accompany him for breakfast.”

Violet hesitated, feeling the weight of the luxurious fabric between her fingers. How could this be happening? Why was Austin being so nice to someone he had basically bought? Maybe he was trying to lure her into fake security, and then he would strike. As she let the gown fall back into Beth's hands, her mind raced with Austin’s intentions and Mr. Pembroke’s cryptic warnings.

“Very well,” she relented, really having no choice in the matter.

“Shall I help you dress?” Beth waited eagerly by the mirror.

Violet nodded silently, surrendering to the surreal reality of her new life at the manor. As Beth assisted her into the dress, she couldn’t help but feel as though she was stepping into someone else's world—a world where shadows danced just out of sight and secrets whispered in the flutter of a curtain. The silk slid against her skin like cool water, settling around her with a gentle embrace. The dress transformed her from a simple girl of modest means to a radiant figure who could easily belong in these luxurious surroundings.

“I knew this dress would make you look radiant,” Beth exclaimed, her hands fluffing out the bottom and smoothing away any creases. Violet reluctantly turned to face herself in the mirror. The gown was undoubtedly beautiful, with its intricate lace and flowing satin. However, as she looked at her reflection, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Her skinny frame and sharp angles didn't quite fill out the dress like she had hoped. She felt a pang of sadness over her hunger and poverty.

With a gentle tug, Beth pulled out the plush seat tucked under the vanity and patted the cushion invitingly. "Time to do your hair, miss," she said with a smile.

Reluctantly, Violet made her way over and eased herself onto the seat. It was a strange feeling, having someone else take care of her appearance. She couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of guilt for not being able to do these things for herself. But as Beth began combing through her long locks, Violet couldn't deny the sense of luxury and pampering that washed over her. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to fully relax in this small moment of indulgence.

The soft brush strokes through her hair lulled Violet into a brief respite from her tangled thoughts. Beth's skilled hands twisted and pinned her raven locks into an elegant updo, adorned with small pearls that matched those on her dress. As she worked, Beth hummed a gentle tune, the melody soothing like a lullaby from a forgotten dream.

Violet's fingers tapped rhythmically against her knee, breaking the steady hum of Beth's voice. She turned to her and spoke in a hushed tone, "Beth, can I confide in you for a moment?"

"Of course, Miss Violet," Beth replied with a gentle smile.

"I have to ask...what is your opinion of Lord Butler? Can I truly trust him?" Violet's eyes were filled with uncertainty and doubt.

A fleeting expression flickered across Beth's face, causing a ripple of uncertainty to wash over Violet. It was a mix of emotions - surprise, curiosity, and perhaps even a hint of fear. But just as quickly as it came, the look vanished, leaving no trace except for a lingering sense of mystery.

Beth paused, her hands stilling in Violet's hair. She glanced around the room as if to ensure no one else could hear. When she spoke, her voice was lower, a whisper meant only for Violet’s ears.

“Miss Everly,” Beth began cautiously, her eyes scanning Violet's reflection in the mirror. “Lord Butler is a good man... I believe. He has been nothing but kind to those who serve under his roof.” She hesitated, choosing her words with care. “But he is also a man of complex layers and hidden depths. I cannot say that whatever whispers you may have heard about him aren’t well founded.”

Violet felt a chill run down her spine at Beth’s words. The maid’s confirmation of Austin’s kindness did little to assuage the swirling doubts fueled by Mr. Pembroke’s dark intimations. “Has he ever hurt anyone?” Violet dared to ask, her voice barely a murmur.

The corners of Beth's lips twitched, a subtle sign of strain as she deftly secured the last pin in place in Violet's carefully coiffed hair. "You should be heading down for breakfast," she commented with a hint of urgency, clearly avoiding Violet’s line of questioning, "I'm sure Lord Butler is already waiting."

Violet nodded, a polite smile plastered on her face as she fought off the storm of doubts swirling within her. She rose gracefully from the vanity chair, her reflection in the ornate mirror now a blend of elegance and unease. The shimmering gown hugged her figure, but instead of feeling like a princess, she felt like an impostor hiding behind layers of silk and lace. It was as if she were masquerading as someone else, someone she could never truly be.

With Beth's confident strides leading the way, Violet descended the grand staircase, each step resounding with a soft, melodic chime against the polished marble. The morning sun burst through large windows, casting dazzling patterns of light and shadow that danced in silent harmony across the walls of the opulent manor. As they neared the entrance to the dining room, Violet's heart fluttered with anticipation and fear. She couldn't help but be drawn to Austin, yet she also harbored a deep-seated terror of what she might uncover about him during this intimate meal.

The grand dining room doors swung open with a hush, revealing Austin already seated at the head of an ornately set table. The crystal glasses sparkled in the dim lighting, and the china plates gleamed with delicate gold trim. As she entered, he rose from his seat with grace, his demeanor impeccable yet somehow charged with a tension that mirrored her own. The heavy velvet curtains hung close behind him, creating a regal backdrop for their meeting. Every detail of the room seemed to radiate a sense of importance.

"Good morning, Miss Everly," Austin greeted her, his voice smooth but carrying an undercurrent that suggested he was as acutely aware of their peculiar situation as she was.

Violet glided towards the table, her gown swishing and whispering against the smooth marble floor with each graceful step. Her heart raced as she approached, her conflicting emotions warring within her at the sight of Austin sitting there. With a tentative smile, she greeted him, trying to maintain a composed demeanor while her stomach fluttered with nerves. "Good morning, Lord Butler," she said, steadying her voice despite the butterflies that threatened to escape from within.

Austin gestured with an elegant sweep of his hand to the plush, high-backed chair beside him, beckoning Violet to take a seat. As she settled into the cushioned velvet, a delicate fragrance filled her senses - roses and aged paper, intertwined in a dance of nostalgia and romance. Underneath it all, a hint of musk lingered, emanating from Austin himself like a subtle yet irresistible lure.

Breakfast was served by a group of impeccably dressed footmen, their silent movements a testament to their years of practice. Each dish that graced the table looked like it belonged in an art gallery rather than a dining room. The aroma of freshly baked pastries, perfectly ripe fruits, and rich coffee wafted through the air, tickling Violet's nostrils. But despite the tantalizing spread before her, she found herself struggling to eat, her nerves and the weight of the conversation hanging heavily on her mind like a thick fog.

Austin's eyes were trained on her, his gaze unwavering and intense. "I hope you find everything to your liking," he said, breaking the silence that had stretched between them. His tone was casual, but his eyes searched hers for something deeper.

“It’s more than I ever imagined,” she replied, “Honestly, it’s all a bit overwhelming.” With a small smile on her face, she tried to calm her nerves.

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of Austin's lips, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly in a charming expression. "I can imagine," he acknowledged, his voice softening. "The transition must be unsettling.” He paused, his gaze lingering on her face as if trying to read her thoughts.

Violet's head shook slightly, her expression fraught with unspoken apologies. She hadn't meant to sound ungrateful, but the words had spilled out before she could stop them. "I mean no offense, my lord," she murmured, her voice tinged with a subtle hint of fear.

Austin felt a pang of guilt at the fear in her tone. He tried to keep his own voice gentle and matter-of-fact. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Violet."

Her eyes widened in surprise and skepticism. "Don't I?" Her boldness surprised even herself as she pushed the boundaries of their conversation. But she couldn't live in constant fear, tiptoeing around cracks for the rest of her life – however long that may be here in this unfamiliar place. "I don't know you, Lord Butler. And from what I've heard about you, it hasn't been very positive." She couldn't ignore the fact that he had essentially bought her, adding another layer of discomfort to their already complicated relationship.

Austin's gaze intensified, the blue of his eyes seeming to darken. “And what exactly have you heard, Miss Everly?”

The atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense, thick with anticipation and unease. Violet's heart raced as she feared she had overstepped her bounds. But deep inside, a persistent determination urged her not to back down from his piercing gaze or the bold question that hung between them.

"I've heard whispers," she began, her voice betraying none of the anxiety bubbling inside. "Whispers of a lord who is as savage in his dealings as he is in preserving his lands. They call you 'The Devil Lord'." The words left her lips hesitantly, almost reverently, as if speaking of a dangerous deity.

Austin’s gaze didn’t waver. “And what if those whispers were true?”

His tone was not threatening, but it carried an eerie calm that sent shivers down Violet's spine. She could feel the weight of his stare, as if he were trying to gauge her very soul with his eyes.

"Then I suppose I should be very afraid," she replied, mustering a courage she did not feel. Her hands clenched into fists in her lap, a small act of defiance against the rising fear. "But perhaps those whispers don't capture the whole truth.”

Austin was taken aback. In all his years, no one had ever dared to look past the facade of 'The Devil Lord', not even his servants. The power and fear he exuded were enough to keep most at bay. But here stood someone who wasn't cowed by his reputation, her audacity both thrilling and unsettling him at once.

He leaned in closer, his elbows finding rest on his knees as his unwavering gaze stayed fixed upon hers. His voice was low and steady, the sound of someone who had seen and heard much more than those around him. "Most people do not dare to peer beyond the veil of hearsay and fear. Tell me, what do you seek?" His blue eyes seemed to hold a glimmer of understanding, an invitation for her to share her deepest desires.

A lump formed in Violet's throat. This was her moment, her opportunity to unravel the mysteries of this enigmatic man who seemed both captivated and captive by his own legend. With determination in her voice, she spoke her intentions: "I seek the truth," she said firmly, "not just about you but about why I am here. Why would someone with such a fearsome reputation care to treat me with such regard?" Her words hung heavy in the air, filling the space between them like an invisible barrier. She could feel his gaze burning into her, waiting for her next move.

Austin's features softened, and he tilts his head down for a moment, as if searching for the right words. When he returned his gaze to her, it was filled with a somber kind of earnestness. “You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met.” His eyes glimmer with sincerity and wonder as he takes in her unique presence.

Violet felt a heat rush to her cheeks and her heart began to race, a rapid drumbeat that echoed through her body. She had braced herself for cruelty or indifference from Austin, but his unexpected vulnerability was like a siren's call, drawing her in with its haunting melody. It awakened a part of her that she had thought long buried, stirring memories and emotions that she had tried to forget. This danger was different, more alluring and intoxicating than anything she had experienced before.

As their intense moment hung in the air, a sharp and insistent knock rattled at the door, breaking the tension between them. Violet's heart jolted in surprise at the interruption. Austin's posture straightened, a hint of annoyance flickering across his features before he expertly masked it with a neutral expression. The sound of the knock echoed through the room, like an unwanted guest forcing their way inside.

"Enter," Austin's voice boomed, asserting its usual authority over the room. The command was firm and unwavering, echoing off the walls and filling the space.

With a creak, the heavy door swung open and Mr. Pembroke stepped into the room. His stern face was as unreadable as ever, giving nothing away. The flicker of candlelight danced across his features, casting shadows in the lines of his wrinkles. With a slight bow towards Austin, he stole a quick glance towards Violet. "My lord," Mr. Pembroke began, his deep voice echoing through the quiet room, "the dressmaker has arrived."

Austin quickly regained his composure and gave a curt nod. "Thank you, Pembroke. Please have her set up in the parlor and inform her we will be there shortly."

"Yes, my lord." The sound of Mr. Pembroke's footsteps echoed through the grand hallway as he bowed deeply and turned on his heel to carry out his orders. His polished shoes glided across the marble floor with graceful ease.

“Dress maker?” Violet inquired, her brow raised in curiosity. The intense atmosphere from moments before had dissipated into the air, leaving behind a sense of calm and curiosity.

“Yes. Evelyn Rosewood. She is an old friend of mine who happens to be a renowned modiste in town.” His eyes danced with amusement as he spoke. “I have arranged for her to supply you with an entire new wardrobe for your time here.”

“A new—” she started, her heart racing with the unspoken implications of his generosity. “Lord Butler, that is far too much. I could never repay you for such an expensive—”

Before she could protest further, he cut her off. “I don’t expect repayment. And you are not allowed to refuse this gift.” He rose from his seat and offered her his arm, a gesture both regal and intimate. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at his chivalrous behavior. “Shall we?”

Violet's hand found its place on Austin's proffered arm, her fingers curling around his strong bicep. As they stepped out of the dimly lit room, she was struck with a sense of freedom and excitement, tinged with nervous anticipation. Walking beside him, she could feel his raw power emanating from every pore—a force to be reckoned with, yet oddly comforting in its presence. His nearness enveloped her, his signature scent a heady blend of aged leather and something primal and untamed, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions within her that she struggled to make sense of.

Stay tuned for part 7!! Click HERE to view!

Taglist: @buckysteveloki-me @imusicaddict

[phemiec]

Would you mind too terribly making a brief list for what fandoms go to what songs in your albums Songs for Changelings and Songs for Girls in Love? I adore all of them but I’d love to know what inspired each song

Okay sure, let’s see…

Songs for Girls in Love:

An Idiot - The Adventure Zone: Balance fansong about Taako

Stay - Life is Strange: Before the Storm fansong about Chloe /Rachel

Daughter of God - We Know The Devil fansong

In Trouble - The Adventure Zone: Balance fansong about Hurley/Sloane

Girls in Love - Life is Strange fansong about Max/Chloe

Guardians - HBO’s Hannibal fansong about Abigail

Let The Dread Come In - Dragon Age: Inquisition fansong about Solavellan

Loved You, Not - Critical Role Campaign 2 song about Nott/Yeza

The Gods Must Be Lying - Homestuck fansong about the fanfic The Serendipity Gospels

You Only Know - Until Dawn fansong about Josh

The Sparrow - Overwatch fansong about Hanzo and Genji

Songs for Changelings:

Anthony - Original song about self acceptance

Forgotten Portrait - Ib fansong about Garry

Changeling - Original song about my experience growing up as an autistic person

Free - Dragon Age 2 fansong about Fenris/Hawke

I’m Just Me - Steven universe fansong about Steven

Let Me Go - Dragon Age 2 fansong about Isabella/Hawke

All I Want - Fallout 4 fansong about Nick

Boom - Overwatch fansong about Junkrat

Lovely Day - Mad Max Fury Road fansong about Nux

Without You - Steven Universe fansong about Pearl/Rose

The Horse - Original song about being frustrated by hypocrisy, stubbornness and ignorance.

Off - Original song about being weird together and liking it

The Cricket and the Hamster - Original song I wrote for mine and @acricket ‘s first anniversary as a couple (going 12 years strong eyyy 💪)

Hope that helps clear things up! I’m not the best and keeping things organize so I’ll put this in my music tag so people can find it if need be.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Back again for a yandere set 2 ask! And this was inspired by the one I’d previously asked with the yanderes’ preference of outfit/clothing style for their darling…

What would each of the yanderes’ dream wedding ring be for their darling?

Obviously you have some like Aeron and Viper who’ve given marriage gifts to their darlings in their stories already, but what about the others?

This doesn’t have to be super detailed or anything! I just thought it’d be fun to ask what a general idea for the rings would be.(Like the cut/shape, what material for the band, etc.) I hope this can be fun for you first and foremost since you’ve said in the past you’ve liked these asks of mine

Take care in life and school! I know you’ll succeed!

Yandere! men and their dream wedding ring

Hmm, I don't know how to describe a wedding ring, so I decided to put pics instead!

And thank you for wishing me well! I hope and know you'll succeed too.

PRICES I DESCRIBED DOES NOT EQUATE TO THE ACTUAL REAL LIFE PRICES OF THE RINGS HERE!

YAN! DELINQUENT

Liam would have a modest wedding ring. Something simple and delicate, something that reminds him of you. It may not be the most detailed or expensive, but it's enough that it's beautiful, and it matches you.

YAN! BULLY

Oh Uno wants it big and bold, something that will smear a frown of jealousy on other people's face, something that he knows that you will find extra. Why not? It gives a big fuck you to people who bullied you, and a fuck you to the people who thinks they can have a chance with him. Does it look tacky? Eh... Depends on you. Does it look like an engagement ring? It does, but he doesn't really care.

YAN! NSFW ASMRTIST

Rose would want something just in the middle. He would definitely ask for you opinion, although if he saw something that he thinks would fit you, he would buy it. Plus points if it had a rose carving, making it seem that he's branding you.

YAN! ISEKAI'ED ADVENTURER

Aeron's ring, as described in the fic, had a fantasy like ring where vines protrude from the gem as it's a ring from the fae's. Well, until it got corrupted and now it's a demon king's wedding ring. It's beautiful yet foreboding, and had spikes digging into your skin so you won't remove it, ever.

YAN! PLAYER

Amor would be extra-extra. He would force the gods to find a wedding ring worthy of you. And one of them will find something that is imbedded with godly powers from their was once shrine. Amor would be giddy, and knew that this ring will be worthy of your fingers. Looks like an engagement ring too.

YAN! PARASITE

TBF, Acheron will think a wedding ring over and over again will be too wasteful, although he will be inclined to buy one every life/body both of you will inhabit if you want. But the first wedding ring will be the most special. It's simple yet intricate, making sure it will not bother you and him when it comes to your lab works.

YAN! EMPEROR

Callisto, from months of waging wars on other towns, cities, Empires and Kingdoms will find more treasure than he can fit in his treasury. So that meant more options to find the most perfect wedding band for you. Although, he ends up with a simple yet intricate band too.

YAN! COLLEGE STUDENT

Alpheus is rich, so he'll spend a lot of time finding the best wedding ring he could find for the both of you. He ends up dissatisfied most of the time and ends up commissioning for a piece since his love for you runs deep, so does his grattitude. He will probably end up with a pair that if you slot the both of them together, they will come out complete.

YAN! DEEP SEA CREATURE

Merfolk tradition is different, and Viper is no different too. So no rings, but he will present a pearl hairclip or pin, something that reminds him of you, and his love over you, and basically his desire to be with you at all times. He forges it himself too.

YAN! HUNTER

Orion will think that a ring doesn't fit you, and will probably find a circlet for you to wear. It would look dazzling on your head, and it will probably be better considering that you never wore a ring before (assuming that). He will commission somebody, although it will not look like what he wanted and ends up making it himself. It will be extra though, and will be quite uncomfortable to wear.

YAN! KING

As a king, Soma will probably have something up his sleeve. And when I say up his sleeve, I meant a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. So this ring was not only heavy on the gem, but heavy on the meaning too. It meant that you're his forever and ever. And if you did something to tarnish his name, then i'm sorry but something will happen.

YAN! GOD

Liviticus will shut himself off in his domain to make the perfect wedding band for the both of you. With his creativity, surely he can create the perfect wedding band? It will be difficult for him, as he always, always change his mind and try to do it again and again until you stop him and assure him that it's fine.

YAN! PROSECUTOR

Yuta will probably find a ring that is simple but is ridiculously expensive that you don't know how it became so expensive. Although, now that you think about it, it is quite intricate, and carved quite well. Although you won't ask how much it is actually, it will probably put you in a cardiac arrest.

[ephyreart]

Cigars & Wine ─ Captain Price x OC

[A/N] First time posting writing here! Hope it does well and is liked, it is also on my ao3!

Content ─ Angst, Fluff

Word Count ─ 1090

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A celestial pearl in the darkened sky, a silver imperfect sphere surrounded by an ethereal glow, a stellar body of enchanting beauty as its light shimmered upon us, his ocean-like optics illuminated as he gazed within the warmth of my honey-painted orbs.

Calloused hands soon found themselves upon my waist, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of my oversized shirt before he gradually began tracing delicate circles over my porcelain-like skin. Our bodies now woven, like threads interlaced jointly— his larger frame engulfing mine, the intoxicating fragrance of his musky aroma, a symphony of whiskey, cigars and cedar filling the room, hung heavy in the air, filling in my senses as I savoured his scent. The firewood crackled peacefully, a luminous glow radiating warmth, accompanied by a sweet melody as our bodies began to sway to the slow rhythm of the music, waltzing gracefully across the floor.

''Cheeky girl, putting that record on.'' He let out a low chuckle before he lifted my arm over my head, spinning my body around and immediately drawing me back into his embrace, his nose scrunching a little, a smile forming upon his lips as his gaze locked within my own. ''Still fixated on it, am I right, love?'' John leaned forward, his voice throaty and low as he whispered, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin, his lips soon pressing a gentle kiss upon my earlobe.

''I can't help it, John.'' I pouted a little as a shiver ran down my spine, melting into his touch, surrendering to the magnetic pull between us. His strong hands guided me effortlessly, our bodies moving in perfect harmony, flowing seamlessly, each step an echo of the other, like a pair of celestial bodies forever bound to orbit around each other, our paths intertwined in a cosmic waltz. ''I know, just teasing you, love, no need to get all pouty on me.'' He let out a throaty laugh, smirking before leaning forward— our lips meeting in a tender embrace, a burst of sweetness with a hint of liquor lingering upon as his facial hair tickled my cheeks. A rush of emotions surged through me; our kiss was like a summer breeze, soft and warm, caressing my skin gently as if time had stood still.

[ I wish it had. ]

''Keep talking like that, and maybe you'll wake up with no beard tomorrow.'' My cherry-tinted lips curved upwards, lifting my gaze to meet his own, letting out a muffled chuckle. My hands wrapped around his forearms, fingertips tracing patterns upon the fabric of his clothing before trailing up to his shoulders, soon cupping his face gently. ''Ah, threatening me now, aren't you, darling?'' John teased, his hands finding my hips and pulling me closer to him as my thumbs drafted circles against his cheeks, his beard poking my delicate skin.

My eyes twinkled with mischief as my lips curved into a smirk. I gracefully rose upon the tips of my feet, closing the gap between us with a gentle lean, our lips meeting in a tender, fleeting kiss. With a soft hum, I pulled away, our hands soon intertwining and with a playful grin, I guided John towards the couch— our steps slow and deliberate as we sat upon the velvety cushions. 

''I hope you don't mind me stealing one of your cigars.'' I smiled, and with a swift motion, my hand darted towards the coffee table, fingers deftly clasping the pack nestled amidst scattered magazines, pulling one out before positioning it between my lips, igniting the tip with a lighter. ''And here I thought you hated my cigars.'' John tilted his gaze— crystalline blue eyes twinkling with amusement, watching me take a slow drag, a slender stream of smoke curling from the end of the cigar held delicately between my fingers. ''Still haven't cut off your habit, eh?'' He murmured, a hint of worry lacing his voice.

''You're the one to talk, John.'' My eyes rolled as I swiftly rose from the couch, my body swaying as I spun around, walking with measured steps towards the kitchen bar counter. My fingers embraced the wine bottle with a gentle yet confident grip as I remained to ponder. Perhaps he was right; my habit of smoking had become too uncontrollable. With every puff, a silent betrayal unfolded, the toxic smoke infiltrating my once vibrant lungs, slowly eroding their vitality, choking the very breath of life from within, consuming me whole, drowning my sorrows— seeking to forget as I slowly continued destroying my very own body and mind with unhealthy habits.

 ''You need to let me go, Charlotte.''

My ears perked up, the bottle slipping from my grip, crashing upon the ground, glass shards scattered as my body froze. An eerie silence settled upon the room as if even the air held its breath. The absence of sound was deafening, creating an unsettling void that amplified every creak and rustle.

''What are you talking about?'' 

A faint whisper escaped my lips, choking on my words as I held a tight grip on the edges of the counter. Reality beckoned like an insistent call, drawing me back from the depths of my imagination. The images that had danced before my eyes dissolved like smoke, my world crumbling apart all over again. Eyes once full of life— bright and sweet like honey, the sparkle that once kindled my gaze had dulled, replaced by a haunting sadness.

Like crystalline dewdrops forming on a delicate flower petal, tears welled up within the depths of my eyes, transforming the honey-brown irises into a liquid haze, blurring my vision. My emotions overflowed— consuming my mind whole as the glistening droplets clung to my eyelashes, my body trembling in fear as I desperately gasped for air.

''John?''

I had now burnt out like a fading star— the gentle yet once fierce flame within me had now dimmed to a mere ember, as my once radiant light now flickered weakly, like a celestial body finally nearing the end of its life cycle, leaving behind a hollow emptiness, now replaced by a dim, distant twinkle. The moon shone upon my figure as I dropped to my knees, tears overflowing, dribbling down my cheeks, as the firewood persisted in crackling gently, our record on repeat.

And in that solitary moment, my heart shattered as I finally grasped that the dance I had cherished so dearly was a tender embrace with his ghost, forever lost to the depths of my own imagination.

[shooting-love-arrows]

Gonna make ya some strawberry cupcakes… n’ some triple chocolate cookies… n’ also some chocolate dipped strawberries… ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

Gonna give ya a bouquet of pink roses n’ tulips…

Gonna wear the cutest little pastel dresses and suits f’ you, and m’ never ever gonna take my nice new pearls off…! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Gonna paint ya skin with m’ cherry red lipstick…!

And I’ll clean the house… and make us a pretty lil’ garden in the back n’ other stuff! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

Gonna be your pretty pink housewife/husband! <3~

I love slippin’ inta a 1920’s housewife/husband headspace, feels so comfy n’ warm~ And I’d love ta have a house with ya! Gonna have a white picket fence n’ everythin’!

- ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

Dear ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡,

My dearest house husband/wife, I'm going to eat all of your wonderful food that you've baked with love. I'm going to shower you in praises and affection, because I just know how much dedication you poured into those sweets. I'll kiss your cheeks while you squirm away and complain because I have some crumbs and leftover chocolate on my lips but I'll continue doing so because my dearest [pink] rose deserves it to know just how adored they are. I'm going to take the bouquet and put it in the vase. Then I'll place it on my nightstand as a reminder of your kind heart. In return, I'll give you camellias (love, affection), heliotrope (devotion and eternal love), because I'm bad at words but the flowers will speak for me. I'll admire you whenever I can, because you're so lovely I don't know what I did to deserve you. I'm going to buy you all the clothes you can ever dream of and I'll make sure to match outfits with you. My hearts will speed up whenever I'll notice you wearing those pearls I bought you as my first gift during our marriage life. I'll remember how hard I worked to buy them but I won't regret it one bit, because I'll remember how your face brightened up and you jumped in my arms. Now, when we're better off, I am ready to buy you more jewelry, yet you always choose to wear those pearls. I'll encourage you to mark me, because those pesky coworkers of mine just don't get the hint. Your pretty red lipstick will stick out like a sore thumb but I won't care, because it's a reminder of you and love. I'll always sigh in relief when I return to our shared house. The familiar smell of your perfume and cleaning detergents will mix together nicely, creating the familiar and comforting smell of our home. Like always, everything is sparkly, clean and organized. But I'll get sad when I don't see you anywhere near. That's when I know you're in the garden, planting those flower seeds I have bought you earlier this week. You wanted them in the garden for some time, yet you just couldn't get to do it. That's when I'll walk to the backyard and silently admire you planting those seeds in the soil. And I'll know: I'm falling in love with you all over again. P.S I hope I didn't go overboard with my monologue, my dearest house husband/wife. I just melted when I read what you wrote to me. Of course, the house will be taken right out of your dreams. You're free to decorate it however you want <3 P.S.S Whatever makes you feel comfortable, my darling [pink] rose. Your accent is endearing. P.S.S.S I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable...Please let me know.

@shooting-love-arrows

[minecraftbookshelf]

Hi! Are you ever gonna make the Empires religion thing for the Wither Rose Alliance? /nf but I was looking for it and saw it wasn’t there

So I am but also literally right after I made the one for the Fae Squad I had a Plot Point Development/Revelation that has slightly altered all of it (Especially the Rivendell Siblings and the Seablings and Pixlriffs) so I've been poking at that before I make the post. I might be remaking the other two to go with it as well, TBD.

I can drop a couple of bullet points in here tho, one for each of them.

Mythland is that neighbor that has strange lights and ominous chanting coming from their garage at midnight and you really hope that the blood you saw on their trashcan came from an animal.

The Crystal Cliffs is like Ancient Athens where you have the big building where everyone comes to argue about religion and philosophy and science and magic and start life-long academic feuds with each other about it that their students will carry on for eternity.

The Lost Empire was lost because the boundaries created by the locations of their elemental temples operates like a magical Threshold and when An Event happened thousands of years earlier they hid themselves from the world with a magical veil that could only be lifted from the inside by one of their priest kings. (That was Joey's cue XD)

Pearl is also doing double duty as a priestess and a queen and she is magically connected to the land of Helianthia and all its inhabitants as well, despite being 100% human.

The Grimlands tend towards small household deities over overarching cultural ones. A lot of their beliefs fall under what most people today would consider superstition along the lines of "you always have to leave a crust of bread in that pot as an offering and when you cook with it angle it on the stove just so or it will be unhappy and your soup will be scorched and bitter" or "knock three times on the door before you enter to warn the inhabitants of the house and its spirits that you are coming" or "leave a small pocket of redstone dust in every ore you mine to thank it so it won't come haunt your machinery in anger over your ingratitude."

[fastwiemagie]

Bring & Buy at Tokyo Boom

On November the 12th my local lolita community organised a bring & buy event and I was part of the working team! A bring & buy is a specialized kind of flea market: you drop off the things you want to sell with us (the lolita association) and we sell the items. There's a small fee (1€) for each item you drop off. At the end you collect your money for the sold items or get your items back (if they haven't sold). The small fee goes towards our association, we use it towards events.

I knew we were announcing our upcoming Teaparty at the bring & buy event (will be on June 8th 2024), which will be called "Royal Symphony of Roses". This highwaist-skirt of mine is called "The Empress' New Clothes" (after the fairy tale) and also has a lots of roses in it's print, so I decided to wear this skirt in honour of our upcoming teaparty!

I had lots of fun working at the b & b event and it also was a great success! The owners of Tokyo Boom (the restaurant) were also happy and we will hold further events there! ^_^

I bought two gorgeous headpieces for myself. The black one was an immediate must buy and I pondered a bit about buying the white one (because I have no similar black ones, but vaguely similar light-coloured ones), but then my friend offered me a discount and I couldn't resist any longer on the white one!

[id]Picture 1: A mirrored picture of Amy (me), posing in a chair in front of a big Daruma statue. Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair worn in two long braids. She's looking very relaxed and laid-back in this picture, as well as confident. She's leaning back in the chair and has her feet crossed over, which you can only see from the angle of her brown-and-gold accentuated boots. She's wearing a thrifted soft pink top and a soft pink cardigan with buttons over it on the top. The cardigan is tucked into her high waist rock, that's also very light in colour. The background colour of the skirt's fabric is off-white/beige and it's adorned with many flowers and portraits of vaguely regency looking women and men in uniform. There are also ships and letters scattered throughout the print. The print seems like a love story, set at sea. The skirt is finished with pale pink tulle lace with flowers on it. The grey tights don't totally match, but sometimes we have to work with what we have.

Picture 2 & 3: Two very similar close-up selfies of two friends: left is Amy (me) and right is my friend @bright-eyes-hope. My friend has an arm over my shoulder and we're both smiling at the camera.

Amy is a young, fat, white woman with glasses and long brown hair. She's wearing an off-white flower crown, further decorated with pink flowers. She's wearing a soft pink cardigan. My friend is a young, thing, white woman with glassed and short red hair in a kind of pixie cut. They're wearing a black bow in their hair and a black hoodie with cats on it.

Picture 4: A picture of the two lovely headpieces (black and white), that I bought at the bring & buy. Laying above them is the flower crown I wore for this event. The flower crown is offwhite and I further decorated it with single pink roses (to match the pink lace of my skirt). See picture 5 for a description of the black headpiece, as that one also shows it better/in clearer detail. The white headpiece is by Triple Fortune and features one big white bow with "Triple Fortune" written in gold, as well as multiple white roses and decorative pearls. Multiple asymmetric white veils drape down from the headpiece. The black and white headpieces are both so lovely!

Picture 5: A close-up of a lovely round headpiece by Atelier Pierrot. It's made from black lace, with black roses and black little satin ribbon bows around the rim. Some white pearls give the headpiece a bit of sparkle and further glamour.

Picture 6: The unmirrored original version of picture 1![/id]

[pastel-omegas-blog]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️WARNING!!! THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN MATURE THEMES AND VIOLENCE PLEASE LEAVE IF IT WILL MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THIS BOOK TO BE REPORTED . YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.( Mentions of suicide, bullying, blood/torture ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️( This book is going to have more matured themes  compared to my others, from smut scenes to non-con, lactation, drugging, hypnosis, abuse of power and over obsessiveness.

Chapter two. Chapter four

CHAPTER THREE

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The sky was a beautiful blue shade today, the sun wasn't too hot and the breeze was cool. A perfect day for a panic in the imperial garden.

Sitting under the shade of the white marble gazebo surrounded by maids happily waiting at his beck and call was the the treasured saint of the. Empire.

His silky blue hair was left freely falling on his shoulders, pearl ornaments decorating his locks, his brows were furrowed up as pretty purple eyes lit up in joy peered through his thin blue lashes. His thin peach lips were curved up in a smile as a laugh escaped his pretty lips. His delicate hands held a pretty Porcelain tea cup in his hands, bringing the sweet fragrant liquid to his lips. Surrounded by desserts around every corner waiting for him to pick his desired treat

The blue haired omega was out of his ceremonial grab, instead wearing a free white silk shirt with golden embroidery seen in pretty designs and tight long black high waist pants that show off his lithe hips and cushioned ass. The clothes were to simple for someone of his ranking, yet despite that he was brimming with elegance that belonged only to royalty.

The pink haired alpha couldn't tear his gaze away from the smaller male. How could he. He had fallen in love with the omega the first time he had seen him at the temple, as he was acting as a certain h/c male's personal knight. He had be drawn in by the other's simple pure and kind nature, how devoted he was to serving their god, how kind he was to the common folk and orphan children despite being raised as the son from a rich count family. And his scent.

The sweet calming scent of roses and strawberries and odd, but alluring combination. One that has Basil's self control dwindling everytime he took a whiff of it.

Once upon a time he had hoped he would be able to court the saint. Despite being a recessive alpha and the illegitimate son of a fallen baron family, he thought he would have been able to win the other's favor. Even though he had other more endowed and richer rivals competing along with him. He had hoped that he would still be able to have a chance with him. Be the alpha that Leon could rely on. But as his gaze drifted down to the expensive gold band embedded with rubies and diamonds wrapped around the omega's finger, he knew it was a far fetched dream.

The other had already been taken by the man he was forced to call the Emperor and he would eventually have to lay his life down for him if the need be.  The same man that was glaring directly at the pink haired male as he stood protectively behind the saint. His blue eyes lowered to the floor to show his submission to the dominant alpha.

Marrav clicked his tongue in annoyance as he stared at the pink haired leech, a growl rumbling in his chest as he tried to keep his annoyance under control. He had planned a beautiful picnic in the garden gazebo for himself and his fiance as a way to make up for all the time he had missed spending with the blue haired omega. He had been busy filing the legal divorce papers between him and his former spouse. He had been made to legally share some properties and månå stone mines with the sickly h/c omega. That was if he survived. A large part of him hoped he didn't, then he could give them over to his new husband even though it would take some convincing before the humble male would accept it. That and he had to deal with some foreign countries he had established trade with suddenly dropping out of their agreements without any proper excuses.  He had been trapped in his office with his secretary over his shoulder as he was forced to work none stop the past few weeks, and now that he had seen the time to spend with his lovely mate, this bastard was here.

" Aren't you supposed to be by your master's side ? " The black haired dominant alpha questioned, but with how he worded it and the way his sliver reptilian like eyes were glaring into the recessive's core it sounded more like a demand.

Basil's eyes remained lowered to the ground as he spoke. " Lady Aria has refused for to allow me get close to the Lord's  room " the pink haired male could vividly remember the raven haired women throwing a thick iron candelabra at his head with an intention to kill all the while screaming at him.

" This is all your fault! You were supposed to be by his side that night. You were supposed to do the only thing your good for. If M/N hadn't picked you up from the streets all those years ago, you wouldn't be here. Your would have been a common thief. After everything he's done for your sorry ass. This is how you choose to repay him??! Get out. He doesn't need your presence tainting here "

He remembered the anger in her gold as she swung at him tirelessly with a broom, screaming how worthless he was for not been there as he easily side stepped her attacks.

" Oh dear... " Leon's soft voice snapped the recessive alpha from his thoughts, gaining the attention of the two alpha's and the betas as his brows furrowed in worry, making everyone around him panic as tears started to form at the corner of his eyes. " Oh lady Aria is going through so much isn't she? She's locked herself up in the room refusing help, while she tries her best to help the lord.it breaks my heart to see such a bright young woman in such a distressed state. She's trying so hard to stop the inevitable from happening that I fear she might tire herself to an omega drop. It just so sad. " The smaller male said as the tears fell down making everyone around him panic. Marrav was the first to rush towards to the omega, his phermones coming out to try and calm the saint down " please don't waste your tears on those people my love. Your kindness is far to great for them to receive " the larger male said as he gently wiped away the blue haired omega's tears.

" But-" leon tried to protest only for his alpha to give him a stern look which made his voice die down.

" Dear, I've told you not to worry yourself over such insignificant things. See you've gone and made yourself upset now. You should stop that, you've finally see the chance to enjoy yourself and not be overloaded with work, don't push yourself too much " the alpha cooed out softly as he gathered the smaller male in his arms, earning a squeak from the omega who had calmed down. A blush took over the saint's fair cheeks as he buried his face in his alpha's chest out of embarrassment making Marrav chuckle.

Basil felt his chest tighten at the sight ignoring the anger boiling deep in him as the servants whispered to each other about how cute and lovely the two looked together. A match blessed by the god himself.

That anger simmered down as the blue haired omega turned to look at the recessive and gave him a kind smile. A smile that Basil knew meant nothing yet it still managed to make his heart beat increase. The anger simmered into self pity as he watched the Emperor plaster kisses on the omega's face, getting a flustered response from the blue haired male and he could only stare longingly at the sight, wishing it was him instead of the dominant alpha.

' Was this how master felt ? '

His sky blue eyes widened in surprise at his own thoughts, but he couldn't stop them. 

' was this how he felt whenever he watched these two. Was this how badly his heart hurt? Was this how he felt knowing he would never be loved the way he loved that blood thirsty bastard? '

A vivid image of the h/c omega adorning a bright smile as he chatted away about all the things he adored about his husband flashed took over his mind. Back then he had simply ignored the s/c male's ranting, annoyed that he had to be standing guard at his side, he could have used those precious moments to try and win the saint over. Back then he hadn't noticed how his smile didn't reach his eyes. Or how his shoulders shook slightly under all the ridiculous layers of coats he wore. How his hands tightened into fist as they rested on his laps, hadn't paid attention to the hope he put into his words that one day his spouse would notice him and they could finally have their happily ever after. He also hadn't noticed then that the h/c male saw him as someone he could rely on. And he had treated him like he was insignificant.

Basil shook his head to quickly clear his thoughts.

Ridiculous! When did he state caring about that man. 

" If you have nothing better to do yours then your dismissed Drenio  " Marrav's deep voice snapped the knight from his thoughts making him flinch as the Emperor addressed him by his last name. A name the dark haired Alpha knew he hated.  Basil's blue hues filled with slight panic. 

No.

He couldn't leave now.  He had been so close to getting Leon to agree to make him his personal knight. If he left now then all his progress would disappear.

" But... "

The recessive started to try and protest, but the way the Emperor's pheromones rose as  if daring the him to speak up he promptly bit his tongue and kept his compliments to himself.

Marrav only let down his show of dominance when Leon whimpered in discomfort, but his glare never left the pink haired Alpha, if anything it grew harder than before.

" I don't like to repeat myself Drenio. Your services aren't needed here. I cannot trust the safety of my beloved. The precious gem of the Trovian Empire to someone who couldn't even prevent his master from being poisoned and still hasn't even found any leads to catching the culprit " 

There was a tense silence in the air as soon as the words left the larger male's lips. Basil hands turned into fists his nails digging into the palm of his calloused hand, the only thing stopping him from drawing blood been the thick leather of the gloves he wore.

How could they even blame him for that ?!!

It was the same Emperor who gave him the order to stand guard at the saint's side during the events  of the ball. He was the one who told him to leave his h/c lord's  and told him he would assign a small squadron of knights to guard him in the shadows.

He was the one who had failed to keep his promise. Yet the recessive alpha was the one who was taking the blame.

Over the past month where ever he went  nobles and commoners alike whispered about him behind his back.​​​​​​

" A faliure who couldn't protect his master "

" A dog who bite the had that fed him and left it to bleed "

" He wouldn't be here without that man yet he turned his back on him. "

" I heard he was just a commoner until that man picked him. Imagine training a puppy only for it to leave you for another master as it turns into a dog. Absolutely worthless. "

" That illegitimate bastard couldn't even protect one measly omega, yet he has the guts to try and get closer to the Saint. Saint Leon is truly forgiving, but it would be best if he didn't take such a fickle person to his side. What if he suddenly disappears when an attempt is about to be made on his life? "

 Basil couldn't understand why.  The previous month they had been praising him for guarding the saint and letting no harm get to him, then as if with magic their opinion on him had been changed overnight.

It wasn't fair. He was someone who had grown up receiving praises for his looks, his skills and just being him in general. He had always been told that his talented was being wasted by serving the devil incarnate.

After hearing that for so long , a major part of him grow to believe it. He always thought that countless opportunities would come if he could somehow manage to break away from the h/c male that his life would be so much better.

But now it was painfully obvious nobody else needed him around.

He forgot just how harsh the world of aristocracy could be. The pink haired alpha had always thought that if he wasn't chained to his h/c master's side that he would have been blessed with countless opportunities. He was a genius with the sword and had been acknowledge as such by. Had even be compared to being at the same level of  strength as the current general of the the Empires black wyvern knights. 

He forgot skills really could only take you so far in getting in nobles good graces. What they cared about was what månå affinity an individual had, how strong it was and how ' pure ' their noble lineage was. The two things he lacked.

He had wind månå, the weakest of all månå affinities and he could hardly use it at all and for his ' noble lineage ' he was the product of the lord from a fallen barony and a beta prostitute. Half of his blood was dirty. Impure. He didn't deserve to mingle with people of the upper class.

And as if to add salt to the wound the Emperor raised leon's chin up making sure the omega was facing him, before lowering his face down, bringing the smaller male into a steamy kiss that left the other alpha dumbstruck. Marrav's eyes never left Basil's form, his slit iris boring holes into his being as he deepened the kiss, leaving the omega breathless. The black haired male wanted to burn the image of him and the saint making out in the recessive's mind. A reminder that Leon belonged to him and he should know his place.

He finally pulled away to let the blue haired man breath bringing him close to his chest as the other tried to hide his embarrassed face from on lookers stammering out soft complaints that made Marrav chuckle softly.

Basil felt his heart fall to the pit of his knot tied stomach as he was made to watch the man he loved be comforted in the hands of such a blood thirsty tyrant. Knowing very well that any retaliation on his end would be the death of him. 

Nodding stiffly he started walking away, feeling the stares of the people bore into his back. He needed to leave there. It was becoming hard for him to breathe.

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Standing  behind a tree Basil eyes focused on the building in front of him.  The small white mansion on the west side of the palace grounds the alpha began to question himself as to why he came here.

To the building were the ' devil omega ' his master had been given to stay in ever since he and the Emperor were married when the h/c male turned fourteen. The place furthest away from the Emperor's palace and the smallest building on the property. 

Although the outside was very well kept. The building looked new, the small garden surrounding the porch was trimmed neatly and a beautiful marble fountain poured out crystal clear water. All in all it looked very lavish. Anyone who wasn't used to the finer things in life would have praised it for being such a beautiful work of art, but the alpha knew better. 

He had seen baron family mansions with bigger buildings and more extravagant designs. And his lord was the son of a duke.

It was a clear insult to the h/c male and as always the omega stomach it. Another memory of the smaller male jumping around all excited that he had received such a lovely building from the emperor, even though he had grown up in one over ten times it's size. Other than that there were no servants assigned to the building. Sure maids and butler's came to clean and make the place presentable, but they left as soon as they were done, leaving the h/c male to do things on his own, only staying whenever he requested for their help.

Again any other noble would have thrown a fit at such humiliation,but the h/c omega stomached it all with a smile.

At least then he still had help, but in the last two months the place had been practically deserted the only people around being lady Aria and his still unconscious  master, once in a while a doctor came, but the appointments stopped over a month ago. So it was basically just the lone female omega all on her own.

" Speak of the devil " he mumbled to himself as he moved back to hide his frame more as he watched the doors of the building open.

Out stepped the dark skinned woman, her appearance shocking him. The last time he had seen her, she looked like a wreck. Her flying everywhere, bags underneath her eyes, her complexion had been looking pale and it looked like she had been depriving herself from eating anything as her cheeks had hollowed in, a great contrast from the neat serious woman who ran a strong trade business. Her empty expression had made rumors start spreading about her, that she would go mad if the weak h/c male passed away. Basil could believe that. A lot of people didn't know it but the strong woman everyone saw The lady as would be nothing without his master. And the female omega knew it too.

Yet she looked so different now. She looked more alive. Her colour was back and her skin looked more taken care of than ever in the years he had known her , her gold eyes seemed to twinkle brighter than before almost looking a bright shade of yellow, her cheeks were puffed out a sign that she had been eating well and a soft cloud of black wavy hair cascaded around her, falling on the small of her back, the sun rays shining down on her giving it a soft silky look. Her pink lips were pulled up in a small smile as she hummed a small melody.  Basil still couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the woman, her transformation was something he hadn't been extremely to see. She looked far more lovely than he had ever remembered seeing her. Even in the simple clothes she wore, with her elegance and new found beauty he would have mistaken her as a daughter from a ducal family. 

The woman had a basket in her arms, opening it she pulled a long cloak out of it, quickly wearing it and obscuring her face with the hood and she started walking away. Basil was tempted to follow her when he noticed she wasn't taking the path to the imperial gates, but something deep inside him advised him not too.

That he would regret it if he did.

The alpha stood behind the tree not knowing what to do. He had just seen lady Aria pass a secluded area of the Palace grounds to leave to the god knows where while hiding away her identity. If he did he would be able to get on the Emperor's good side, as much as he hated groveling in front of the bastard it would make him look good and give him an opportunity to be Leon's knight again. Although the probability of that was very far fetched it was still something. But instead of doing any of that, he found himself moving towards the building, his body as if having a mind if its own moved forward, now that the place's guard dog was gone he could enter without being chased out.

Basil honestly didn't know what he was expecting as he opened the green painted mahogany doors, but he wasn't expecting  his sense to get flooded by a thick sweet smell. The scent was so overwhelming that for a few seconds he snapped into his primal instincts as obscene thoughts flashed through his mind.

Omega. Mark. Mate. Breed!

The more rational part of his mind stepped in thankfully and he brought up a hand to cover his nose in a futile attempt to block out the scent, even though he could practically taste it on his tongue.

Fresh ripe peaches, thick honey and creamy warm milk. He knew the scent well. The honey and peach scent was something he had grown used to after years of staying by the person's side. Had even grown bored of it at one point, but then the scent had never been as strong as this before and the sweet creamy smell of thick milk had certainly never been apart of it.

He should have turn back at this point, go and report what was going on to the imperial family and the temple, because there was no way an omega at the brink of death could make such a sweet scent and with the lady supposedly in charge of the place sneaking around suspiciously something was definitely going on. But again just like earlier he found himself moving forward, his body going on muscle memory, weaving through the halls till he stopped in front of familiar white double doors, silver spiral designs carved prettily on them. His hand covering the lower part of his face twitched as the sweet scent he had been trying to block out increased tenfold, letting him know that he had arrived at the source.

He hesitated. What if he opened the door he just saw the h/c omega barely hanging on for life? What if he looked at him with eyes filled with hatred? What if he cursed him with the last strength in his weak body and the he passed away?. What if he said he regretted ever picking the alpha up on that faithful day that changed his life? What if he called him useless like everyone else?

Basil's eyes widened when he noticed his hand was trembling- no it wasn't just his hand. His whole body was trembling and his chest began to grow tight almost as good f he couldn't breathe, he couldn't understand it at first. Why he was shaking like a pup, why his mind ran around with thoughts, then he realized it.

He was scared.

Scared that his h/c master would abandon him as well. Scared that he would scream at him, scared the he would call him useless and curse at him, scared that the soft e/c orbs that always looked at him so fondly would be filled with disgust and betrayal. That thoughts were enough to make him take a few steps back away from the door and almost run out of the building, but again as if his body had mind of it's own, his hands moved forward and open the doors, his breath hitching in his throat as the sweet scent overwhelmed him. His eyes widening at the sight in front of him.

Sitting at the edge of the king sized bed with silk bedsheets and a magnitude of  soft fuzzy coloured blankets surrounding him was the h/c omega Basil was supposed to have devoted his life too. Except it wasn't the same sickly omega had managed to get a glimpse of the last time he had been thrown out.

The last time he saw him he was nothing but skin on bones, sweat pouring out from everywhere in his body making his clothes stick to his boney frame, his long h/c hair had been cut choppily to his neck so there would be less strain on his body. All in all he didn't look like someone who had been the husband of the Emperor.

But the male sitting down eating still unaware of his presence could.

Short wavy lush looking h/c fell softly to the top of his shoulder, his normally soft colour e/c eyes looked more brighter than the ever had, the way they twinkled softly reminded him of the jewels decorating the entrance of the holy temple. Thick h/c lashes framed them giving his eyes an innocent doe like look, his plump soft red hue lips now had a glossy shine to them.

The recessive swallowed a lump that formed in his throat as he eyes went lower. The night dress the petite male had on was to big for his small form, the collar area slipping off his shoulders to expose his neck. A pretty s/c canvas free from any mark , his scent glands visible to the alpha he had to stop his thoughts from running about before he would regret it. He noted that the man's  s/c tone shone softly in the sun rays, it looked so soft, like he if he held on to tightly he would leave a mark and taint the beautiful skin. A part of him wanted to leave a mark.

Basil's eyes trailed lower, the flimsy silk nightwear  resting on the omega's form showing off his rather feminine chest, the alpha's eyes went even lower, taking in the curves he never knew the other had. The curves on his hips, his lower back , the very prominent curve of his plump ass stretching the fabric of the cloth resting softly on the cushioned bed, how wide the smaller man's hips were. Basil knew they would be perfect to grip the smaller male and bend him over stuffing him full

The alpha found his self control dwindling. He should have taken it as a sign to stop. Should have reasoned what the consequences would be if he got caught, should have known that he had overstayed his welcome, that Aria could possibly arrive at any moment and catch him, yet he couldn't stop himself. His eyes continued to trail down, a shiver running down his spine when he noticed that the smaller male had gathered end of the dress, pulling it up until it was a resting in his thick laps, exposing his soft looking s/c thighs to the crisp morning air as his legs swung back and forth softly.

The h/c omega looked so fucking delectable.

His scent, his body. It was beginning to drive the recessive over the edge. The pink haired alpha gripped the door tightly as a weak effort to station himself and stop him from lunging at his unsuspecting master and marking him and keeping the omega all for himself.

Basil couldn't wrap his head around what was going on. He was in love with Leon. He had always been in love with the blue haired omega, yet his mind kept yelling at him to either mate the omega in front of him or breed the smaller male. Memories of the blue haired saint becoming forgotten, the few ones he did remember sent a bout of rage through him.

After everything he had done for the so called saint, he  had turned his back on him. Had betrayed his trust. How dare he?!!

" B....Basil.... ? "

The soft silky voice calling out his name snapped him out of his thoughts at the same time quelling the anger in him.

The pink haired male felt his eyes widened in panic as he stared up to look at the omega. Panicked blue eyes staring into confused e/c hues.

Basil's heart hammered in his chest feeling small under the omega's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to try his gaze away. So he waited there to stunned to apologise instead he mentally tried to braise himself for the insults to be thrown his way, tried to prepare himself to watch the e/c eyes that had always looked at him with a warm loving gaze fill up with hate and utter resentment.

Instead what he got was a smile that made his knees feel weak as he watched e/c eyes brighten in joy. 

" Basil! Your really here aah- "

The joy was short lived as the smaller male gripped his chest, his small frame trembling in pain. Basil didn't know when his legs moved, nor did he care as he rushed over to his master's side, trying to stop himself from drooling as the thick sweet scent tried to cloud his mind. He went down on one knee, his face scrunched in worry as he didn't know what to do and he hesitated not wanting to touch the other.

Anyone who probably heard about this would have laughed. The knight who had abandoned his master was worried for his wellbeing. What a joke.

But that was exactly what was happening.

Small s/c hands reached out to cup the alpha's face  and the larger male snapped out of his worried state to look up at his master, his heart aching at the pained look on his face, the smile on his glossy lips looking strained.

" A...ah. s.. sorry about that. I.. it must have hurt y... you as well r.. right?  Y.. your handling the pain so well. I...I must have put you in a l..lot of pain these past few months all because of the oath you swore with me. I'm so sorry "

The petite male apologized as tears started to brim at the corner of his eyes and Basil became sickly pale as he heard it.

The oath.

The oath he had taken to swear his  mind, body and loyalty to his h/c master. An oath that bounded them together, so whatever pain the Omega felt he would feel double of it. 

An oath that forced to protect his master from any harm no matter the costs. An oath that he had taken by himself with out being forced to despite the his master refusing to.

An oath he had broken in order to go after ' the love of his life.

The heavy guilt that dropped on his shoulders made his knees wobble , sweat starting to drip from the side of his face as he tried to turn his gaze away from the innocent e/c eyes boring deep into his soul to try and lessen the feeling. But Faith had other plans.

The smaller male brought his face forward and placed it on his laps, using his hand to stroke the alpha's pink locks, humming out softly. His face resting on omega's plush thighs, the warm skin on his face and the sweet scent from his master made him calm down.

" You've been through so much haven't you " the smaller male cooed out softly, the tone he used sounded like he was talking to a child, his voice making the alpha's head get foggy.

" Aria said you had abandoned me.... " That sentence made all the fear return back to Basil's body his heart thumped loudly in his chest.

Was this it?

Would his master throw him away?

He didn't want that.

No he wouldn't stand for it.

Everyone had already turned their backs on him. They had all discarded him like he meant nothing, he wasn't sure how he would handle it if the person who saw his potential from the start suddenly turned his back to him.

A whimper escaped the alpha's lips as he buried his face Into the petite male's soft skin, at the thought of the omega leaving him. As if sensing his discomfort the omega cooed softly, once again calming his knight.

" But I didn't believe her. Other than you swore an oath to protect me, your a very kind person Basil, with a heart of gold. I don't blame you for what happened that night. It was the Emperor who told you to leave me wasn't it? "

The recessive's eyes widened as he listened to his master's words, letting them sink in.

' ..... Yes.... It was the Emperor's fault '

The Emperor's fault.

It was his fault!

HIS FAULT!!

​​​​​​It was all because of him. If he hadn't made him guard that stupid omega, non of this would be happening. His master would be safe and healthy and his reputation would still be golden. He wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for that bastard.

The smile on M/N's lips widened as he continued to softly stroke the other's head, his e/c eyes  beginning to have an orange tint to them as he watched the alpha's shoulders tremble in anger.

" None of it was your fault. After all you only want what's best for me. Isn't that right Basil? " The man asked as he tilted his knights head upwards forcing the man to look up into his now orange cat like eyes, his smile turning into a sinister smirk as he watched the same orange hue shine in the alpha's eyes, before they returned to their normal blue colour.

A ditzy smile stretched on Basil's thin lips as he nodded his head eagerly.  Like a pup been given praise.

" Yes master. Only the very best for you~ "

I like Basil honestly. And I regret I wasn't able to write more on his character in the past book. 

[dmysterioblog]

Can I make a smut request for queen ramonda

My Queen

Paring; Queen Ramonda x reader

Summery: The Queen has been having a stressful day so you help her out.

Warnings: SMUT and fluff

Word Count: 725

A/n: This isn’t my first smut fic but it is my second so I hope you like it!

I was making my way to the throne room to see the Queen. When I stood in front of the wide double doors, they opened to reveal my beautiful love, Ramonda. When she saw me, she instructed the guards to leave.

“Sthandwa, what are you doing here?” she asked as I made my way to where she sat.

“I just wanted to see how your day was going,” I said, sitting down on her lap and pecking her lips.

“Well darling, it’s been tiring. There is a lot to fix after what Namor did and it’s been very stressful,” she said with a tired sigh.

“Well I know something that will help you relax,” I said seductively, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. She hummed, placing her hand on the back of my head.

“That sounds tempting but I can’t right now sthandwa. Give me a couple more hours and I’m all yours, how does that sound?”

“Fine but only a couple,” she nodded and gave me a long kiss before I got up and left.

- Time Skip -

I sat on her bed waiting. After what felt like an eternity, I heard the door open and closed followed by footsteps getting closer. Once she came into view, she stood between my legs, hands on either side of my face while my hands rested on her waist. She leaned down and gave me a kiss.

“You’re all mine now?” I asked.

“All yours”

I stood up and started to kiss her neck, slowly taking off her royal entire. Once she was completely bare, I softly pushed her onto the bed while taking off my clothes as well. I climbed on top of her and started to make a trail of kisses everywhere on her body, not one spot was left unkissed.

“Relax honey. Just stay there and look pretty for me. I'll do the rest," I said, caressing her breast, sucking her nipples, hearing her moan softly. I kissed down her stomach and abdomen and right when I got to where she needed me the most I rose up to her face again.

“Stop teasing my love,” she whined and I shushed her with a kiss while my hand made its way to her wet cunt. I slowly started to rub her aching pearl. I loved the way her eyebrows frowned in pleasure. I kept rubbing and whispering in her ear how good she was doing and how beautiful she looked. I felt her thighs start to shake.

“I'm close darling,” she said, holding back a loud moan.

“Let go for me, my Queen.”

She tried to muffle her moans with her hand but I took her hand away.

“No baby. Let me hear how good I make you feel.” And with that, she came with a loud moan. I whispered soothing words while she came down from her high. Once her heavy breathing evened out, I started to kiss down her body again. When I got down to her swollen pearl, I kissed it and felt her body jerk from the stimulation. I held her thighs as I licked up her slit slowly at first then faster. When I felt her getting closer to the edge, I used two fingers inside her while I sucked on her clit. I felt her hand gripping on my curls.

“You taste like heaven my love.”

“Ah Bast! Keep going,” she moaned pulling my locks.

“With pleasure.”

As she went over the edge, I didn’t stop. I kept overstimulating her even as she tried to squirm away from me.

“Honey stop I can’t- I can't take it.”

“Just one more ok? One more for me, do you think you can do that? Hm?”

I saw her nod slightly. Bast, I loved how she looked right now. Breathing heavily, mouth agape, her body trembling, and white curls sticking to her sweaty forehead. Once she came for a third time I stopped and gave her a passionate kiss, making her taste herself.

“How do you feel, my love?” I asked as I held her close to me.

“Wonderful,” she said with a satisfied sigh.

“Good. I'm going to run you a bath," I tried to stand but she pulled me back down.

“No. Not yet. Just lay with me a little longer, please?”

“Anything for you my Queen.”

[eepyartz]

Side Order Au

Story of the au- this au just adds more characters with the ability to switch the character you can play as. Being able to switch characters adds special levels

A simple side order au but, what if it was more oc based

Characters

Off the hook

Acht

Violet

Fatal Ice (seperated)

4

María

Toxic Jewels (separated)

Since this is more oc based some boss fights require specific ocs to fight it because of their relationship with the other character that they’re fighting.

Toxic Jewels & Fatal Ice are separate for a different reason because the members of the bands are separated from their female members. So, now they climb the spire of order in hopes to find them before they hit the top.

Boss Fight 1

The Captain of skeletal-Ice

Skeletal Snow

Character requirement- Jinx

Boss Fight 2

The Forgotten one

Jellyton 4

Character Requirement- Violet

Boss Fight 3

Overworked idol

Coral Raisy

Character Requirement-Bevy & Saku

Some of these characters already had gained some of the pallets needed to beat these upcoming bosses.

It would be best for them to get upgrades as they climbed the spire

With 8 being more skilled she took bites at the rigorous stages while everyone else did the hard and normal stages.

Though the ida sisters would have to battle together for the time in forever after finding a secret boss fight

Character switch- María —> Coral

Using coral in a run unlocks a level titled “The Floral Soldier” as plum takes a similar appearance as 4 and heleda looking like the skeletal fish enemies

She throws out flower-based enemies, as she runs to take cover. But, they leave the spire together in his words “He came for one thing and he got it”

Secret Boss

‘Lost Parents’

Character Requirement- Marina & María

It seems order had taken control of their parents so, now they had to defeat them to get them back . Once freed though it was not their fault they grieve that they’ve missed so much of 8’s life

Violet’s Palette

Weapon- Order E-liter 4k

Bomb-Suction Bomb

Special-Stamper

Most Common Chips-Power

Second Most Common Chips- Homing Shots

Plum’s Palette

Weapon- Order Rose Roller

Bomb- splat bombs

Special-reef slider

Most Common Chips- Range

Second Most Common Chips- Power

Daisy’s Palette

Weapon- Order N-ZAP ‘89

Bombs-Splash Wall

Special-Tenta Missiles

Most Common Chips-Mobility

Second Most Common Chip-Lucky

Bevy’s Palette

Weapon-Order Splash-o-matic

Bombs-angle shooter

Special-ink vac

Most Common chips- Support

Second most common chips- Drone

Saku’s Palette

Weapon- Order Aerospray

Bomb-sprinkler

Special- Ink jet

Most common chips- Range

Second common chips- support

Helada’s Palette

Weapon-Order tetra dualies

Bombs-auto bombs

Special- Kraken

Most Common chip- Power

Second most common chip-range

Jinx’s Palette

Weapon-Order Foil Squeezer

Bomb-Torpedo

Special- Splash Down

Most common chip-Drone

Second most common chip-mobility

Coral’s Palette

Weapon-Order Splatana Wiper

Bomb-burst

Special-Crab Tank

Most Common Chips-Luck

Second most common chips- Mobility

Bonus!

Acht’s Palette

Weapon-Order Jet Squelcher

Bomb-ink mine

Special-Enemy Stunner

Most Common chip type-Range

Second Most Common chip type- power

(Just wanted to make this)

[Edit-and i also will edit this every now and then when i add something new ✨]

Character Switches- character switches can give different things to the run maybe different dialogues or a special level

For example

Switch María —> Enzo(4)- You unlock a boss fight called ‘Child Star’ against a monochrome hypno shades violet with dialogue of him & pearl

Switch María —> Kamau(3)

Unlocks dialogue being confused why the captain is here along with a boss fight call ‘Octo Captain’ up against María

Also unlocks a little song duo between the two, which is a reprise/cover of Candy coated rocks & color pulse

Switch María—> Callie & Marie

Unlocks fangirling dialogue from marina and a boss fight called ‘Double Trouble’ against violet & 4

Switch María —> Glimmer & Shimmer (neo 3 & 3.1)

Unlocks new dialogue

Switch María—> Deep Cut

Unlocks new dialogue & a boss fight called ‘Out with the old in with the new’ fight with the squid sister trio

Switch María —> Octavio

Unlocks new dialogue & a boss fight called ‘The Ida’s’ between Octavio and his brother

Switch María —> Marina

Unlocks alternative dialogue & a Boss fight called ‘Inner 8’

Bonus! using marina in a run unlocks song reprises or song covers

- Marietime memory (Reprise)

Covered by- Marina & María

-Imperfect Majesty (Side order nasty majesty remix)- covered by Violet & María

-City of color reprise covered by - violet & maría

Side Order Au

Secret Boss

Bleached Infinity

Location of Boss battle: A colorless Octo Valley, the place where the storymode of splatoon 1 took place.

Normally you’d be 8 but, now you’re 3 as you now play as Kamau the captain of the new new squidbeak splatoon wearing a colorless but, tweaked version of his old agent uniform but, still bared his captain hat and main weapon now tasked with the objective to take down 8 taken over by bleached coral sticking out the side of her head.

The boss battle has 5 phases against 8 with her using two of the six maxed out power chips in each phase. Which includes Power, Range, Mobility, Drone , Support & Lucky.

During the fifth phase 8 is slower since she has progressively gotten tired out trying to use different chip combinations to help. The end of the fight finally getting the coral off her face though it left a mark it was a victory.

Extra Fun Fact!- Since the boss battle takes place in the digital version of octo valley after every phase the background always changed to a different area when 8 super jumps to the boss kettle of that respective area

And when you finally defeat her it goes back to the Octo Valley. The music of the boss fight is probably like distorted remixes of the splat 1 bosses, boss music

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Theon survey songs + links:

@feed-me-a-penny and @team-mom-wannabe In case you still want to see the songs that have been submitted until now.

I found an acoustic version of the song Worms by Lolly Jane Blue on a Theon fan mix once and then lyrics really latched onto my Throne synapses! Very ADWD chapters, I think

The Lighthouse by Halsey; What the Water Gave Me by Florence; Piledriver Waltz by Arctic Monkeys; Ship to Wreck by Florence; Stone by Jaymes Young; Let Me Drown by Orville Peck; Atlantis by Seafret; Wade in the Water by Eva Cassidy; I Don't Want to Talk About Me by Stereo Jane; Sail Away Sweet Sister by Queen; and honestly every song on Everything Ends by Materia.

SOOO many. Ooohhh boy, I hope you like long answers, because you are going to hate me if you don't (you probably already do, I cannot shut up if I'm under the guise of anonymity lol). In terms of poetry, I will forever love this quote by Jenny Holzer: "In a dream you saw a way to survive and you were full of joy". It's so Theon, and I actually have it tattooed on me lol. Social Skills training is also a great poem for Theon ([PRIVATE INFORMATION]... hits so hard for so many reasons when paralleling w Theon), here are some raw verses: "Gloria Steinem says women lose power as they age and yet the loudest voice in my head is my mother. Studies show that the mother we have in mind isn't the mother that exists. Mine says: what the fuck are you crying for? / Studies show the baby monkey will pick the fake monkey with fake fur over the furless wire monkey with milk, without contest. Studies show to negate something is to think it anyway. I'm not sad. I'm not sad. / History is a kind of study. History says we forgave the executioner. Before we mopped the blood, we asked: Lord Judge, have I executed well? Studies suggest yes. What the fuck are you crying for, officer? The wire mother teaches me to say, while studies suggest, Solmaz, have you thanked your executioner today?" Just literally everything about that poem hits me right in the Theon feels. Like, are you kidding me? Then The House That Dripped Blood by Mountain Goats is great for imagining Theon circa his Prince in Winterfell era. The lyrics are all about a house haunted by the pain trapped in there, which seems perfect for Winterfell imo. Any Florence + The Machine, but Heavy In Your Arms for painful throbb feels. Would by Alice in Chains has the right mood and great lyricism for Theon/Reek angst too! Then Everyone's Victim by Lisa Germano just has the right mood I feel for thramsay stuff, same vein as Would by Alice in Chains.

pearl diver by mitski, he doesn’t know why by the fleet foxes, cocaine and abel by amigo the devil

So many, a bunch of guns n roses songs, and dead hearts by stars

Dio Ed Io by Charles Wright, there are more but I'm all burnt out typing AHHH!!!

Cry for Judas the mountain goats "long black night/morning frost/I'm still here/ but all is lost" There is a light that never goes out The smiths. Robb and Theon vibes "to die by your side/ is such a heavenly way to die"

“archers never made good kings, fly headfirst into everything” -archers, the ballroom thieves

Almost Human (Aurelio Voltaire) for the Lucifer association

Putting the dog to sleep by the antlers!

call them brothers - regina spektor (that’s it, it’s split, it won’t recover just frame the halves and call them brothers find your fathers and your mothers if you remember who they are over and over they call us their friends can’t we find something else to pretend? like nobody won and we’re safe at the end) that’s okay - the hush sound (you were a child who was made of glass you carried a black heart passed down from your dad if somebody loved you they’d tell you by now we all turn away when you’re down you want to go back to where you felt safe to hear your brother’s laughter, see your mother’s face your childhood home is just powder-white bones and you’ll never find your way back) house of wolves - my chemical romance (well, i think i’m gonna burn in hell everybody burn the house right down and say what i want to say tell me i’m an angel / take this to my grave tell me i’m a bad man / kick me like a stray) mama - my chemical romance (well mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue you should have raised a baby girl i should have been a better son if you can coddle the infection they can amputate at once i should have been - i should have been a better son) JUDAS - the reverent marigold (god knew his face and held it but it still didn’t save him and i see far horizons where the lambs lie with the lions but there are poppies growing over where my friends are lying and paul had an old name, but we never use it you may call me traitor but my lover calls me judas)

i have a playlist, some accidentally theon lyrics i enjoyed is bad medicine by liz green (...) For every man wants more than he, ever did before He’s still got no way out We’ve got no way out No way out We’ve got no way out of this So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him and finally put him in the ground He said ‘I’ve been though war, and I’ve been though law and I’ve climbed that hill so cold Yeah I’ve been though more than you’ll ever know still they never let me go And every man wants more than he, ever did before He’s still got no way out We’ve got no way out No way out We’ve got no way out of this So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out Oh yeah, I’ll spit it right Yeah I’ll spit it right Oh I’ll spit it right back out I will spit it right I will spit it right I will spit it right back out

I love Mr. Tambourine Man for Theon. Especially this line: “Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.” I also love Hurt by Nine Inch nails- All the lyrics and the entire soundscape of that song is Theon to me. Absolutely intense and amazing. And I also love and associate A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall with Theon. The "seven sad forests" the "dozen dead oceans" the "newborn baby with wolves all around it." But all the imagery in that song is so cool and very appropriate for asoiaf in general .

Oh man, so so many but to name a few: 1. How Soon is Now by the Smiths ("I am the son and heir of nothing in particular" / I am human and I need to be loved just like everybody else does") 2. Sorrowing Man by City and Colour ("Sorrowing man, look how worn you've become. You once were lord of the barren sea. There's blood on your hands." / "Oh, how you have lost your way." 3. Crystal Ball by Keane ("I lost my heart, I buried it too deep, under the iron sea." / "I'm fading out, everything I know is wrong, So put me where I belong.") 4. Bravado by Lorde ("I learned not to want The quiet of the room with no one around to find me out. I want the applause the approval." 5. Hurt by Johnny Cash ("And you could have it all, my empire of dirt. I will let you down. I will make you hurt" / What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end."

iron by woodkid seven nation army (in a way) bones in the ocean under the water by the pretty reckless

"Oh No" by Marina & the Diamonds; "Bones" by Ms Mr; "The Ocean" by Dar Williams

i'm a marionette by ABBA starring role by marina and the diamonds asleep by the smiths i still have faith in you by ABBA judas by lady gaga california dreamin' by the mamas & the papas al andar by ABBA crucified by army of lovers i'm not coming home by the cowmen no more from into the woods oh i know by only natural waiting around to die by the be good tanyas

Smoke filled room - daughter

Gilded Lily : I remember when you told me it’s an every decision (Theon’s oath to Robb) But with my double vision, how was I supposed to see the way ? (Double vision : Greyjoy/Stark) Haven’t I given enough? Always the fool with the slowest heart (softie boi ) I know you’ll take me with you ( could refer to Robb or Ramsay as they die that they take a piece or the whole of him with) Every city’s got a graveyard (kinda makes me think of his prince of Winterfell era) Now I’m sleeping in the backyard (Well, his Reek moment ofc)

a spanish song by my fave band ever Fito y fitipaldis - Antes de que cuente diez (Before I count to ten) some verses i really like from it are: I got lost in a cross of words. They missed wrote down the address. I already engraved my name on a bullet. I've already tried the cannon fodder I already have everything under control. And someone said no, no, no, no, no That now the wind is coming from the other side Leave me the rudder And someone said no, no, no. What will take me to the end? It will be my steps, not the way. You don't see that you always go behind. When you pursue destiny And I won't feel strange again. Even if you don't get to know me And I won't love you so much again. And I won't stop loving you again I stopped flying, I sank into the mud. And between so much mud I found myself. Some warmth without your hugs Now I know that I will never come back.

I dont know many poems but sinnerman by nina simon and sorry by karine polwart and some other songs in my own language :)

honestly.. robb and theon are kinda two ghosts by harry styles if you squint

All of Radiohead tbh

Pardon this next block of text where I name random music. I have to say something about the album The Downward Spiral by NIN being huge Theon material to me (the instrumental track named after the album is so TWOW Stannis execution presumably foiled by old gods activity. also Hurt but everyone's saying that. ummm THE BECOMING.). Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain. 1906 by the West Coast Art Pop Experimental Band is so Bolton Occupation of Winterfell. Avalanche by Kyle John Kenowski. Sister Europe by The Psychedelic Furs feels TWOW Asha and Theon returning to the islands or something. Sweat by Oingo Boingo. All We Ever Wanted Was Everything by Bauhaus young Theon in Winterfell. King Rat by Modest Mouse feels either Jeyne and Theon escaping Winterfell or Theon and the invasion of Winterfell. I think I'm saying too much but I hate having things out of context, but I can't just parrot an entire playlist here: these are all ruthlessly selected from my playlist on spotify called [PRIVATE INFORMATION] (Epitaph by King Crimson inspired me to make the playlist) that has these plus more but fair warning it's under construction for my reread I've been doing this summer :^) . Um. A Plague of Lighthouse Keepers by Van Der Graaf Generator but it's 23 minutes long and all over the timeline sorrrrry I like prog rock so much. On Kyra thoughts: Please listen to To The Dogs or Whoever by Josh Ritter for Kyra and the keys thoughts.

Remy Zero - Prophecy: You walk this world like you’re a ghost / Your hands are coming through the needles / Sick of your tragic and your evils / I am the keeper of the songs of everyone / [...] / This is a coming of the times / You are a witness to the movement / If all you’re seeing is your lies / You had your chance, but now you’ve blown it / You want this world so you can own it / I am the keeper of the songs of everyone / / Look into the sun and see your soul is dying / Used to feel the faith, but now you’re tired of trying / Should have left alone what you have stolen from everyone / Mmm, how ya feelin’? Seems a little sick to me now / / From the light on high / A chance to change your fate / Forgiveness falling down / On those who chose to wait / Remember the time / Find yourself home again / Deep within your life / Find yourself home again / Find yourself home again / It’s a choice / You have chosen your own T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock: And I have known the eyes already, known them all— / The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, / And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, / When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, / Then how should I begin / To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways? / And how should I presume? / [...] I should have been a pair of ragged claws / Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. [...] I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. / I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. / I do not think that they will sing to me. / I have seen them riding seaward on the waves / Combing the white hair of the waves blown back / When the wind blows the water white and black. / We have lingered in the chambers of the sea / By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown / Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Century Eyes by Shearwater (You are not the last of this house / Nor the first to go over the side / Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships / “Turn it off! Turn it off!” / Look with century eyes till they make you go blind) Two Evils by Bastille (I’m the lesser of two evils / Or am I, am I tricking myself nice? / If I’m a lesser of two evils / Who’s this man, who’s this act I hide behind?) Hurt Feelings by Flight of the Conchords (It’s my birthday, 2003 / Waitin’ for a call from my family / They forgot about me / I got hurt feelings, I got hurt feelings)

The Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars

Lots ([PRIVATE INFORMATION I'M NOT GONNA DO MY COUNTRY DIRTY LIKE THIS] but a very tragicomical and delusional version), but I'm going to list purely English stuff for the sake of it: "Crucify your mind" by Rodriguez is my go to Theon song and I know no one knows or cares about Rodriguez and this might as well be one of those situations where this only works in my head, but fuck it: Was it a huntsman or a player That made you pay the cost That now assumes relaxed positions And prostitutes your loss? Were you tortured by your own thirst In those pleasures that you seek That made you Tom the curious That makes you James the weak? And you claim you got something going Something you call unique But I've seen your self-pity showing As the tears rolled down your cheeks […] So con-convince your mirror As you've always done before Giving substance to shadows Giving substance ever more And you assume you got something to offer Secrets shiny and new But how much of you is repetition That you didn't whisper to him too? "All these things that I've done" by The Killers has some vibes and lyrics too but god do I feel like an idiot for saying that.

[esta-elavaris]

Fallen Through Time

Part Four [3,485 words]

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Also now on AO3 (restricted to registered users only thanks to AI mining, sorry!) and FF.net.

This one took so long in part because I had to do stupid amounts of research for a few throwaway lines regarding Theo’s dad and his soldiering. American history is not my strong suit, but I got there in the end.

Notes at the end for historical context/cultural norm chat, because we know how I love my research binge findings.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - *Part Four* [you’re here!]

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They’d been in each other’s company for all of five minutes, and Theo already knew perfectly well that Captain James Norrington hated her. Okay, she had to admit that she wouldn’t be so completely certain of that fact if this really was her first ever introduction to the man - she’d probably still suspect, because he didn’t have any Oscars in his future, but she wouldn’t know it as strongly as she did now. The few smiles he offered were tight-lipped at best, and a slight shadow of the sarcastic, mocking ones she’d seen him flash in Jack’s direction more times than she should probably admit. The Curse of the Black Pearl made for stellar background noise, and had often been a great excuse for her to slowly ignore the homework in her lap when she was younger that she was supposedly in the middle of doing.  

And maybe, despite that knowledge, she’d still have been able to convince herself that it was just how he was - for he hardly seemed the type to beam over every little thing - were it not for the looks she caught the two Swanns sharing on more than one occasion in response to a wry remark here, or a pointed question there. She wasn’t familiar enough with the way of speaking here just yet to know all the ways he was making fun of her, or doubting her, but she knew enough to know that he was. 

The Governor had avoided the bedchamber now known as ‘hers’ beyond what had been required for basic introductions, and the servants didn’t speak to her at all, leaving Elizabeth as her sole source of all things social. And that wasn’t exactly a bad thing. The Governor was such a different animal from Theo that they may as well have hailed from different planets as well as different times, and the more the servants talked to her, the more chances she had to slip up and say something stupid, so she wasn’t too bothered on those scores. And Elizabeth? Elizabeth was nice. Warm. Lovely, even. And really, really eager - so eager to know what the future held for women, and of all of the advancements it offered in all regards, but especially that one. 

Theo didn’t dare hope that Norrington would warm to her as Elizabeth had…nor tolerate her for Elizabeth’s sake so willingly as the Governor did. 

“I find it curious, Miss Byrne, that no evidence of a wreckage has yet washed up upon our shores,” he said - and then, when he realised what he was saying sounded too much like an accusation, he added “If it did, we might have a heading in order to sail out and offer help.”

“I’ve been here two weeks, sir, were it a shipwreck any other folk needing help would be long gone by now.”

His dark eyebrows rose, and that seemed a far sight more genuine than whatever smile he’d tried to offer beforehand. 

“Were it a shipwreck?” he echoed “So you suppose that it was not?”

Theo’s brow furrowed “I do more than suppose. I was there. It’s the sort of thing you tend to remember.”

“Then I would ask that you share with us what did happen, madam, without any further preamble.” 

It was then that she winced - because she had been needlessly prickly, a result of her nerves and the blatant distaste that rolled off of him in waves. Had there been less at stake - had she been back home - she’d have gotten up and walked away in the face of such condescension. But she wasn’t back home, and there was a lot at stake. 

“I’m sorry,”  she sighed “I don’t…I’m out of sorts. This isn’t something I take much joy in remembering.”

“In which case, I doubt your recount will bring any of us much joy, but still we must hear it.”

Norrington’s words were sympathetic, sort of, but his tone was not. 

“Of course, of course. I…back home, I booked passage from Dublin to America- er, the Americas.”

“Alone?”

“Yes, alone. My father is my only family, and he’s a soldier.”

“A soldier?” his eyes lit up “In which Regiment? It would be no great thing to contact his superiors and speak with him readily.”

“It’s not that simple,” she shook her head “He’s not a…typical soldier. The nature of his work means that he doesn’t - that he can’t - officially exist. Few know of him other than his direct superiors, and fewer still know of the specific nature of his work, and his whereabouts by extension. He certainly could never share much with me about where he was going, or why, or for how long. I’m not sure he ever knew the full details in advance himself.”

Most of what she said here was true, so it wasn’t too difficult to lend a bit of confidence to her tone. 

“What do you know?” he asked the question like it was a challenge.

“That he was headed for the Carolinas. With all of the political unrest that yet remains there after the Yamasee War, and how folk are inclined to be doubtful when it comes to Irish sentiments towards the King and his authority, I imagine his superiors thought it might be good to have somebody who wouldn’t draw much suspicion keeping an eye on things.”

This was where the truth grew foggier. The truth being that she had no bloody clue what the Yamasee War was until Elizabeth floated it as something to throw out there - and she still wasn’t particularly clear on the details. She’d had to practise the line a couple of times on her own to even be capable of repeating it without sounding like she had no clue what she was talking about. 

“For one who professes to know little, you certainly have a fair amount of details,” Norrington commented drily.

“I’m doing guesswork, honestly, Captain. Based on the sort of work I’ve known him to be doing in the past.”

“Governor Swann is Governor of Port Royal, surely if he was to write to the powers in the Carolinas, they would be aware of your father.”

“He could write to the King of England and potentially not have much luck if the information my father’s handling is as sensitive as it’s been led to believe.”

“The proprietary government in the Carolinas is on the brink of collapse, Captain Norrington,” Elizabeth added casually “I’m unsure as to whether they’d have the time or patience to spare in order to uncover and potentially therefore hinder a man doing sensitive work on the King’s behalf for the sake of a daughter who is, for all intents and purposes, alive and well.” 

The look Norrington gave to Elizabeth in response to that was hardly nasty, Theo doubted he was capable of that, but it was pointed - and certainly suggested she’d gone off-script with the line of questioning he was trying to take.

“I find this all very convenient,” he scoffed finally.

“How’s that?” Theo challenged quietly “I’ve no idea where my only family is and almost died trying to reach the same continent as him. His unreachability damns me as a liar in your eyes, and leaves me unable to prove my case, or do much of anything really unless I want to risk another solo voyage. What part of that bodes well for me, or for you?” 

It turned out he was much happier to give biting looks in Theo’s direction than he was Elizabeth’s. But she must’ve proved her point, because he changed his line of questioning. 

“You still have not explained how you came to be washed up on our shores.”

“The reason I booked passage in the first place is that whatever small amount of communication I received from my father dried up. As did the money he would send for me to live on while he was gone. With what was left, I made my mind up to sail to the Americas and see if I could find anything.”

“A weighty risk.”

“Better than staying at home and starving,” she shrugged a little “Worst case scenario, I thought there’d be more work over there than there was at home, should I need to enter service and support myself.”

“Enter service?” he arched a dark eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Not find a husband?”

Theo smiled a little “I wasn’t that desperate.” 

Elizabeth hid a laugh with a bow of her head, and even Norrington seemed half tempted to offer a snort in response. But he covered it up quickly, and the curiosity with which he beheld her intensified.

“I underestimated the expense of travel, though, and the only captain I could find who would agree to secure me a place on his vessel was a…well. He was an unscrupulous sort. His manner was unbecoming of a gentleman. His passenger roster was already full, but he took what gold I had and agreed to take me on, but only off the books. I suspect because he had taken a liking to me.”

“A liking to you?” Norrington echoed stonily.

“Well, there’s no accounting for taste, eh?” she said drily.

There was that shadow of a smile again.

“I was confident I could avoid him, though, and that’s what I did for some time. The voyage proceeded reasonably well, and I avoided the captain as best I could. And then we lost the wind.”

James’ lips thinned. That particular detail was a brainwave of Elizabeth’s, as it turned out she’d heard many sailors complain of similar conditions over the last few weeks. No doubt he was pissed off that it lended believability to her story. 

“The men kept their nerve,” she said slowly, and then forced a bitter smile onto her face “For a week. By the second, however, superstition took over, and the blame landed on me.” 

“On you?” 

“No doubt as a sailor yourself you’ve heard the superstition that women bring bad luck down upon a ship?”

“Yes.”

“And redheads, too?”

“Of course. But sailors of the British Navy hardly ascribe to such nonsense, superstition is all it is.”

“Well, it’s a shame I couldn’t book passage on a naval ship, then, for I might have fared better there. As a redheaded woman I was branded a Jonah. A bringer of bad luck. It was decided that the best course of action would be to throw me overboard so that they might entice the wind to return.” 

“And the captain allowed this?”

“I…” she hesitated, then coughed and cast her eyes downward “He made it clear that only one thing might convince him to fight my case with his men. It wasn’t a course of action I was willing to take. Walking the plank was preferable, really.” 

Governor Swann began to mutter a series of disagreeable noises beneath his breath - both believing of and utterly disgusted by the tale she was spinning. Theo didn’t dare look up to see if Norrington had bought it, though, worried that she’d find herself on the receiving end of one of those shrewd stares…and that whatever that stare found would bode ill for her. Luckily, that worry added to her fluster, and she took a deep breath in as Elizabeth made a show of resting a comforting hand at her back. 

“Once I was in the water, I managed to divest myself of the heaviest layers of my clothing - so I could float on my back, you see. I didn’t have a plan after that, I didn’t even expect to survive in the long run, I just knew I didn’t want to drown,” she said, voice strained “Although I did wonder at times if it wouldn’t be quicker and easier if I just got it over wi…well. At some point or another I became too delirious to do much of anything. And then I woke up on the beach - to Miss Swann finding me.”

“Elizabeth,” Elizabeth corrected firmly.

In her peripheral vision, she saw James’ attention shoot to Elizabeth and knew instantly that he did not like the firmly reinforced familiarity on her part. Theo finally looked up and at him properly, and hoped that a bit of direct honesty might plead her case and show him that she really didn’t mean any harm.

“I have no intention of being a burden,” she said seriously “I had no intention of being a burden, and the fact that I haven’t been able to help it isn’t something I’m pleased about. I’m grateful that you - that none of you - have washed your hands of me yet. I will always be grateful for that. As soon as I’m able to stand for more than ten minutes without feeling like I’m going to faint, I will do everything I can to see that nobody has to concern themselves with me eating their food, taking up their space, their time, and inconveniencing them anymore.”

And with that one, very heartfelt, assurance…she watched as whatever small amount of goodwill she’d clawed from him vanished. His features became stony, and something in his jaw clicked as he ground his teeth together and finally regarded her coolly. All Theo could do was return his glare with an alarmed stare of her own. 

“We are not so lax here, madam, in our care nor in our duty, that something so small as momentary inconvenience would lead us to abandon either.” 

With that, they were done. 

****

“Why do I have a feeling that didn’t go well?”

She hadn’t tried to shake Norrington’s hand as he left this time, but she suspected he wouldn’t have accepted it if she did. So she stayed where she was, and waited until she heard the heavy click of the front door before she addressed Elizabeth and the Governor.

“Well…you did insult us,” Elizabeth replied slowly, like she was amazed at Theo’s bemusement.

“What? When? How?!” Theo gaped at her. 

“Theodora, do you truly think we’d value an extra portion of food, or an empty bedchamber, or whatever meagre amount of money it would cost to clothe you more than your safety and wellbeing? That we would be more troubled by that than by the prospect of your being out there alone in the streets?” Elizabeth frowned at her, hurt glimmering in her dark eyes.

“Of course not,” Theo blinked “I didn’t say that.”

“You did. In your speech to Captain Norrington just now. We all heard it.”

“No,” Theo insisted “No, it would be insulting if I planned to be a leech on your household when I’ve got four working limbs and an ability to support myself.”

“So you intend to, what? Learn a trade?”

“I’m not above scrubbing pots and pans in town if that’s what it takes.”

“God in heaven, you’re serious, aren’t you?” Elizabeth stared at her in disbelief. 

“Of course I am.”

“Whyever should you do that when we can help you?”

“Because it’s not your fault that I ended up where I did, so why should it be your problem?”

“It may not be our fault, but it’s now our responsibility.”

“Which isn’t fair to you! You’ve done your bit and then some to help, it would be undignified of me to take advantage of your kindness unless I absolutely have no other choice.”

“What bizarre sort of place do you come from?” Elizabeth gaped at her in amazement.

“Oh come on, look at Will Turner. He took on a trade. He learned to stand on his own two feet without leeching off of the people who found him indefinitely.”

Plenty of servants had murmured about the similarities in her coming to Port Royal and Will’s, and even the Swanns themselves had commented on it, so there was no need for her to pretend that she didn’t know who he was. 

“Will is a man.”

“So what, I’m just expected to be your problem until…” she almost slipped and forgot that Governor Swann was in the room, given his silence and apparent happiness to bear witness to the exchange with a level of bafflement that matched Elizabth’s, but she quickly found her footing and saved herself “Until my father can be found?” 

“Or until we find you a husband,” Elizabeth said drily.

“At this point, I don’t know which one is least likely,” Theo breathed a disbelieving laugh that threatened to crack as mortification threatened to overwhelm her.

Not only had she severely pissed off the big bad authority in Port Royal, at least until Beckett would come knocking, as well as the Swann’s closest family friend, but she’d insulted them all to their very faces while she was trying to thank them. There might not have been a language barrier in the most technical, literal sense of the world, but she might as well have been trying to speak to them in Swedish for how well she’d done so far. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. So sorry. I wasn’t trying to insult you - I was trying to avoid insulting you by not being an imposition. I was trying to say the opposite of what I…oh for…”

She couldn’t even swear properly, instead cutting herself off and falling silent so she didn’t dig herself in deeper by blaspheming or whatever else they’d find unacceptable here. Oh golly, or oh deary me didn’t quite fit the bill here as much as a nice oh for fuck’s sake would have. 

And apparently that was far too much emotion for the proper Englishman that Governor Swann was, for he sighed and stood with a pleasant, if not somewhat awkward, smile. 

“Do not trouble yourself, Miss Byrne. We face a great cultural chasm here, that much is now apparent - but we are aware of it, so we can now ensure that we won’t fall prey to its depths. I shall speak with Captain Norrington this evening and apprise him of your misunderstanding. All will be well.”

Theo only hoped she could believe him - but she was instead fairly sure that Norrington would like nothing more than to fling her into that chasm at first chance. Duty or no. 

A/N: Since the last chapter I actually read Pride and Prejudice for the first time in its entirety, and I loved it - not least because, y’know, inspiration, but also because part of that inspiration comes from Lizzie and Jane and the camaraderie there, which provides such a good model for close female camaraderie in something that kinda sorta resembles this time period. More of that to come! 

I did get a bit stuck with this story because even with James being less inclined to give Theo the benefit of the doubt in this version of events, I didn’t want their differences or conflict to be born purely from initial suspicion, or for it to turn into a thing of “I have simply decided to hate you” because they’re both a bit too practical and reasonable for that. 

But I’ve been reading a lot lately around historical settings (non-fiction, and contemporary fiction) and one thing that keeps striking me in that reading is how much less individualistic society could be in time periods such as this. Especially when you see unmarried (or widowed) women essentially being ferried around between friends and family who can take them on when they have no husbands or fathers to care for them. In cases like this, plenty of women in that position would even be significantly included in the wills of wealthy friends and neighbours, so there was definitely a sense of community and helping one another - to the point where they were within their rights to almost expect it, and be openly disappointed if it didn’t happen - without it being seen as shameful or leeching like it might be today. So I don’t think it’s really a stretch to think that her being seen to refuse the help of the Swanns (or the care of James, insofar as his position would require of him) would be seen as an insult to them. Class would play a huge role here, too. If the Swanns were struggling or not in a role of responsibility in society, Theo’s ideas about their washing their hands of her wouldn’t be so iffy.

Unfortunately for Theo, I think she’d really struggle to accept that help without feeling like she was leeching or being a great big burden. I don’t think it would even occur to her that it might reflect poorly on the Swanns if the woman they found ended up slumming it somewhere as soon as she was no longer bedridden - especially given that Theo is a woman. Cue Elizabeth as cultural translator. 

[devilscoast]

MerMay — Asmodeus x GN!Reader

Notes: Not beta read, written in 2nd person, Mer!Asmodeus, mentioned Canon x Canon (background), written as a concept for MerMay Minors do not interact.

The routine was familiar, burned into the back of your mind. Weeks of research trained the failure out of you—the only plausible outcome was success and survival. The container tucked into your elbow was pretty, polished silver, with a smattering of ornate shells carved into the lid. He would have nothing less.

Beyond the stretching shores that cozied along the coastline lay an imposing mass of rock and rubble. It cut the sea in twain, separating the lush, deep teal from a light, crystalline shade of blue. These waters were clear as day, granting you the chance to spy a few pink shells embedded in the sand. There were no creatures beneath these waters; no crustaceans to scuttle and scurry, no fish to swim and splash. The calm quiet of the blue waters would be a reward on a better day, but your trek across the rock was met with a sudden downpour, soaking you to the bone. Rain shattered the clear surface, splintering your reflection. Quickly numbing fingers set to work unlatching the silver box, pressing it firmly into the sand in the hopes it wouldn't wash away. You only needed it to hold for a moment; the items inside were far more important. A gilded hand mirror, laid flat upon the sand, was to be your boat. Atop the glass surface you placed a long string of pearls, coiled around a frosted glass bottle, the contents of which were long gone, but the smell remained. Floral notes were buried beneath the smell of rain and sea, hiding the rosen invitation customary of this particular meeting. 

Your little boat was moved onto the water, bobbing precariously in the shallows before drifting out to deeper waters. It sat for a moment longer, then, when you began to wonder if this was a sign of denial, it sank quietly beneath the lapping blue. Breath stilled in your lungs, and you waited.

The one you intended to befriend was something of a legend—it was said he looked like the Sun, though was to be summoned with the Moon. His preference for calmer waters was rumored to be the product of vanity, that he wouldn't dare allow the waves to toss him around and potentially ruin his appearance, but those were tales whispered in hushed company, shared from the lips of seasoned sailors and no younger. You couldn't verify any claims made of the being, only pour over what little anyone could agree upon and devote your attention to those few clues. 

Your dedication, it seemed, was to be rewarded.

The water rippled from the point the boat sank. Slight circles of crystal-clear blue swam along the surface, brushing against your hands at the end of the water, soon cascading down from a bubble of pressure just below. Shades of sunset emerged from the water in grand display; arms outstretched, the being spun once, casting a warm gaze over his shoulder. Your stunned face must have pleased the being—he sank into the shallows, just out of reach, watching with his head perched daintily on one hand. You blinked, and he grinned. 

"This must be a lot for you to take in," his voice was sweet, melodic, "but try to focus, I take it there's something you want from me?"

At your nod, he seemed to brighten. The pearlescent pink of his fins ruffled at your intent gaze, his tail swishing lightly beneath the water. His skin was a warm peach—dappled with honey and rose. He draped an arm over his waist, pulling your attention to the shift between smoother skin and overlapping scale. His tail was a sight to behold; shades of pink glistened beneath the water, far brighter than the shells you were used to seeing, and marbled with shades of coral and salmon. 

"Tell me," his lips formed around the words the way one may kiss a lover, "why did you seek me out?"

"There was a shipwreck—"

Something glittered in those bright eyes, "you're seeking a lost love?" 

"Not mine." 

Now, his eyes were wide, trained on your own as you laid out the circumstances of his summoning. A friend, near and dear to your heart, lost their love to the deep waters. He was kind enough to let you stay with him, tucked away in the loft above the boathouse, but your proximity made the tragedy all the more palpable. You could see the absence, the way his smile dimmed at the corners, how his eyes were never quite focused when you spoke. His heart ached for a ghost. 

"And what do you want me to do about that?"

You paused. Casting a wary gaze over his face, you found nothing but amusement. There was no sadness, no concern—he smiled still, eyes bright and curious, but he made no move to answer for you. That, you reasoned, meant your research was about to come in handy. 

"Find him." 

He rolled his eyes, "that would take ages—"

"He disappeared near Devil's Coast." 

A small, silken gasp parted his lips. His eyes snapped away, boring into the smooth side of a damp rock. With a click of his tongue, he refocused on you, crossing his arms on the sand.

"I'll never understand why humans think something named that is safe to sail around." 

"And," you leaned forward, firmly planting your palms in the shallows, "he knew you."

His face went slack. The amusement melted into confusion, dripping down his pretty skin, muddled with rainwater. Slowly, recognition formed in his eyes. He looked away again, but you continued to watch, taking in the way his gaze seemed to dull. 

"I told him not to go there," his voice wavered, "but did he listen? No, of course not."

Though you wanted to say something, the air of concern now draping his shoulders implored you to hold your tongue. He was mourning the same as your dear friend—left in the dark, unaware of what exactly they should be mourning. Finally, with a great sigh, he turned back to you.

"Fine, I'll help, but only if you help me in return."

"Anything." 

The word left your mouth before you could stop it. Something sparked in those amber eyes, and the soft smile you had been treated to before was replaced by rows of fangs, bared in a bubbling laugh. He pulled himself forward on his elbows, drawing closer. He loomed over you—massive to any human. The spark caught fire, glowing in the darkness, burning into your soul. 

"Perfect."