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queen-scribbles · 5 years ago

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Opening Day

For @pillarspromptsweekly fill 103, which marks maybe the dozenth time I’ve gone “Eh, I don’t have an idea, maybe I’ll skip this one” only for the muses to come clamoring by the end of the day. :P Set in the modern AU I started, before Catching Up and My Lucky Day.

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“So... where are we going again?”

Tavi rolled her eyes. “Y’know, it’d be real nice for that memory like a fuckin’ steel trap to extend beyond work occasionally.”

Khellin shrugged innocently and braced his feet against the dash.

She sighed. “Put your feet down, you’re gonna break your fuckin’ legs if we crash.” She waited until he obliged to answer the question. “One of Aloth’s friends is openin’ a new cafe with her brother, today’s their grand opening, an’ I said I’d try to swing by.”

“Aloth has friends?” Khellin deadpanned. “Here I thought he preferred books over kith.”

Tavi let go of the steering wheel with one hand to smack him up the back of the head. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re Mr. Fuckin’ Social Butterfly. And yes, he does. Maybe not a lot, but neither do you or I.” She turned into the parking lot and found a space. “He and Adela had some class on the history of magical theory or some shit like that together, wound up paired for both projects that required partners, and she must’ve made a good impression, ‘cause they’re still friends.”

“Mm,” Khellin grunted as they climbed out of Tavi’s Jeep. He studied the plate glass window while they waited to cross the street, and Tavi watched his lips move as he read it to himself. ‘Café Nua.’ Then, below the large, stylized name, ‘Coffee. Tea. Pastries. Books.’ “Books?” he repeated aloud, arching a brow.

“Yeah.” She tugged his arm to follow her dash across the street with a break in traffic. “It’s a combo bookstore and café, way I understand.”

“Well, good luck to them, ‘specially here,” Khellin muttered, staring at the flowers wreath design that ringed the café name. “There’s a fuckin’ Leaden Tea franchise ‘round the corner and... six doors down,” he explained before she could ask. “Had about I’d guess a decade to entrench themselves as part of kith’s routine.” He raised a brow as he pulled the door open. “Your boyfriend’s probably frequented it more than once with all those late night study sessions.”

“It’s a coffee shop, not a brothel, Khel, so I dunno what’s with the tone. And it was the only place around here,” Tavi countered. “Now it’s not. And this place is nice,” she added, looking around.

The café was well-lit, plenty of tables scattered around, seating split between rather comfortable-looking wooden chairs and benches built into the walls. A painted border of ivy ran around the walls at roughly shoulder height for Khellin, joined by a spray of purple, pink, and blue wildflowers around the swinging door she figured led to the bookshop.

“You want me to order you somethin’ while you look for your boyfriend?” Khellin asked, craning his neck to see the menu mounted on the wall over the milling crowd. It was a good turnout for the opening of a place this size.

“Like you read my fuckin’ mind,” she grinned. “Hazelnut coffee an’ a bear claw if they have ‘em. Five bucks says I find Aloth in some corner of the bookshop that’s way quieter than in here.” She gestured to the wide collection of chattering kith that surrounded them.

“Not takin’ that bet.” Khellin shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “‘M not stupid.”

Tavi laughed and headed toward the door. It swung open just as she reached to to admit a blonde-furred orlan, equally blonde hair pulled back in a braid it was starting to escape, and smears of dust on her lilac sundress.

“Oops, sorry! Didn’t hit you did I?” she asked, one hand sweeping back the loose wisps of hair.

“Nope, no worries,” Tavi promised. “I wasn’t close enough for there to be any damage.”

“Oh, good.” The orlan smiled, then cocked her head, a curious glint in her eye. “You wouldn’t happen to be Tavi, would you?”

“I would actually.” Tavi raised an eyebrow. “What gave me away?”

“The shirt.” She nodded toward the well-worn Sleeves are Bullshit emblazoned across Tavi’s chest.”Aloth may have mentioned it being your favorite once or twice.”

“So, does that make you Adela?” Tavi asked with a chuckle.

“Yes! Oh, sorry, manners.” She stuck out her hand and Tavi shook it. “Adela Tecali, but you can call me Adi. Everyone does, except Aloth. And a few of my professors when I was at the university.” Her fingers fiddled with the ivory elephant pendent that hung around her neck. “Nice as it is to meet you, I came over ‘cause Ben needed help, so I gotta go...”

“Sure, we can talk later,” Tavi nodded, Adi already moving past her toward the pastry counter. “Oh, is Aloth-?”

“Reading? Yep,” Adi called over her shoulder.

Good thing Khel didn’t take that bet, Tavi smirked as she pushed through the door and into the quiet of the bookshop.

Aloth was not hidden away in some back corner like she’d expected, however. He’d claimed a deep, low-backed chair that looked extremely comfortable and had a good view of the front door

“Not gonna make me brave a maze of shelves to find you this time, Corfiser?” she teased, perching on the back of his chair.

He flinched as he looked up from his book, and Tavi smiled watching him refocus on the real world rather than whichever written one he’d been enjoying. A smile he matched upon catching her eye. “They’re hardly a maze in this place, Tavi. And I thought you’d appreciate my making it easy just this once.”

“I do.” She leaned down to steal a kiss. “Even though I suspect the real reason is keeping an eye on things for Adi?”

Aloth chuckled as he nodded, closing the book and half-turning to more comfortably meet her eye. “Met her, did you?”

“Yeah, she seems nice.” Tavi smirked. “Probably a bit much of a chatterbox for you at times, but if she loves books enough to open up a whole fuckin’ bookstore, I can see why you’ve stayed friends.”

“You’re not wrong,” he admitted, running a finger along the edge of the book’s cover. “She jokes we balance each other out; my quiet and her noise. But she is a good friend, so if I can help out with this, since they’re busier than anticipated, then I shall.”

“Guess it’s a good thing to be busier than expected, huh? ‘Specially at your grand openin’, and extra especially when you’re so close to a blazin’ Leaden Tea location.” She adjusted her position to keep keep from sliding off her perch. “Why’d they pick here, anyway?”

“It was the only place they could afford that was also the correct set-up and size,” Aloth said. He reached for the half-full mug of tea sitting on the end table by his chair and Tavi smelled blackberries on the wafting steam as he took a sip. “Adela’s hoping they fill a different enough niche for business to stay steady after this initial rush.”

“I’d definitely rather come to a place like this, ‘specially if the coffee and pastries are good,” Tavi said, leaning back to scan the bookshelves behind her. “The personal touch is always nice.” She pushed to her feet. “And now that I’ve touched base with you, I think I’ll go see if Khel has my coffee yet.”

Aloth raised a brow. “He came, too?”

“You kiddin’?” she snorted. “You know my brother; I mentioned food and he was ready to run here on fuckin’ foot. Even if this wouldn’t normally be his first choice of venue.” She nodded toward the shelves. “Good luck with your guard duties.”

He chuckled. “Thank you.”

Tavi let her fingers brush against his shoulder as she turned to go, and caught the half-smile tugging his lips before he flipped his book open once more.

Khellin was just claiming a table when she found him and he grinned as he sat down. “Perfect timing; I was about to text you soon as I had a hand free.” He gestured toward the sage green cup and small plate. “Somethin’ about you had thirty seconds before I started eatin’ your food b’cause that looks fuckin’ delicious.”

“Well, I appreciate your restraint in givin’ me thirty whole seconds,” Tavi said dryly as she dropped into the chair. “‘Specially considerin’ you have you own.”

“Like that would stop me,” he grunted, breaking off part of his muffin and popping it in his mouth.

Tavi rolled her eyes, waved back to Adi when she grinned at her from behind the counter, and tore off a piece of her bear claw. She was encouraged by Khellin’s soft, happy groan at his muffin, and was not disappointed by her own pastry. “Oh, my fuckin’ gods, that’s good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of icing, pastry, and almond flakes. “Yeah, Khel, if you’d eaten this, I’d’ve had to fuckin’ kill you.”

He laughed. “If it’s as good as my muffin, it would be worth it.”

They sat in silence for a while, kith-watching while they enjoyed their coffee and food. The café was mostly full, so there was plenty to catch their eye.

Before she knew it, Tavi had reached the dregs of her coffee and only crumbs remained on her plate. She swirled the small amount of coffee and looked at the menu board. “I’m gonna get another,” she said, the chair legs scraping across the floor as she stood. “Since Ravi has me workin’ late shift tonight. You want a round two?”

“Y’know, most kith would maybe hesitate referrin’ to their boss by a nickname they knew he hated,” Khellin remarked, brow arched as he handed her his plate and empty cup. “And if you’re buyin’, yes, I will.”

“I don’t do it around him, I’m not stupid,” Tavi snorted. “You want another straight black or...?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Comin’ right up,” she joked, and headed for the counter.

There was an actual lull in customers, but Adi was on the phone, and the other orlan Tavi assumed was her brother had ducked into the back for something, so she still had to wait. Adi flashed an apologetic smile and held up one finger, to which Tavi nodded understanding and idly scanned the pastry case while she waited.

She couldn’t help but overhear Adi’s side of the conversation, however. “What? Are you alright?....” a heavy sigh, “How long’s that gonna take?... Well, I’m glad you’re okay, an’ I guess just get here when you can.” Adi hung up and pushed her glasses up onto her forehead so she could rub her eyes before flashing Tavi a smile. “Whadidja need?”

“Another hazelnut, and another black coffee. To-go this time,” Tavi replied, nudging the mugs across the counter. She nodded toward the phone. “Trouble?”

“Of the car variety, yes,” Adi nodded as she moved to wash her hands and get the requested coffee. “For the employee whose shift is s‘pposed to start in five minutes. I need to get back over to the bookshop, but I can’t leave Ben alone with this many kith. Here ya go.”

Tavi took the coffees and handed over the money, lips pursed in thought. “Y’know... I’ve got a good chunk of the day left before I gotta be at work. I dunno shit about coffee and pastries, but the register over in your bookshop”--she nodded to the swinging door--”looks like the same one we use at the bar. If you want--an’ trust me enough--I could handle that part for ya ‘til your back-up gets here.”

Adi’s whole face seemed to light up with relief. “Would you? That would be fantastic. An’ Aloth’s a good judge of character; if he trusts you enough to date you, I think I can trust you to run my bookshop for an hour or two,” she winked. “Keya should be here by then.”

“Alright.” Tavi winked back. “Oh, and you can just pay me in pastries, ‘cause those things are damn good.”

Adi giggled. “I’ll pass your compliments along to Ben. And thank you, seriously. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Hey,” Tavi shrugged. “Any friend of Aloth’s is a friend of mine. Lemme give my brother his coffee and I’ll head right over.” She strode to the table, handed Khellin the sturdy paper cup and the keys to her Jeep. “I’m lendin’ a hand for a couple hours, so you can head back to my place to get your car if y’ want.”

Khellin took both coffee and keys. “You trust me with your baby? And how will you get back?”

“That’s right, don’t make me fuckin’ regret it, an’ I’ll just catch a ride with Aloth.”

He smirked. “Does Aloth have a key to your place, or do I need to leave the door unlocked if I don’t hang around ‘til you get back?”

Shit. She glared in response to his triumphant grin. She hadn’t wanted to admit anything yet. “...Aloth has a key.”

“Kana owes me ten bucks,” Khellin gloated as he pushed to his feet.

“Dick,” Tavi growled, still glaring. “What have I told you about bettin’ on my love life?”

“What love life?” Khellin said with a chuckle, darting for the door before she could retort.

Tavi rolled her eyes--Brothers--and headed for the bookshop. He was lucky she couldn’t go after him right now.

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In the end, it only took just over an hour before Adi showed up in the bookshop with a bag of pastries and the news Keya had made it, so Tavi could go. “Thank you so much, really, it was a huge help.”

“No problem,” Tavi laughed, nodding toward where Aloth still sat in the chair (though significantly further through his book). “I had good company.”

He rolled his eyes and Adi giggled.

“You’re welcome to hang around longer if you want, obviously,” she said, twirling a loose wisp of hair, “but I hereby release you from cash register duty.”

“Normally I’d love to, but I do have work tonight, I so I think I’ll steal your book guardian to give me a ride home...”

Aloth nodded at the hint and closed his book. “Of course.” He handed Adi the book as he stood. “Thank you for the recommendation, Adela. It was precisely what I was looking for-”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Adi grinned. “I thought of you when I got it in.”

He smiled. “If Tavi can spare me five minutes, I do want to buy it.”

“Sure,” Tavi shrugged.

“Great!” Adi beamed.

It did indeed only take five minutes, and then they were on their way.

Aloth was quiet for the first minute or so, before, “Thank you for helping.”

“It was for strictly mercenary reasons,” Tavi joked, rattling the pastry bag.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” he retorted, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Okay, you caught me,” she said with a shrug. “Adi’s nice, and b’sides, she’s your friend. I know you don’t let a lot of kith that close, so I figure the ones you do are good for me to be friends with, too.”

Aloth’s smile widened. “Whatever your reasoning, I’m sure Adela appreciated it even more than she let on.” He reached for her hand and laced his fingers between hers as he repeated, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Tavi said, squeezing his hand. “It’s a nice little place. Would make a great date spot,” she hinted.

Aloth chuckled and squeezed her hand back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She was pretty sure he’d already had it in mind, but the promise still made her smile. A little place like that would be a welcome change from the typical crowds and subsequent noise at Leaden Tea, so for that reason alone--not to mention the delicious pastries--she wished Adi and Ben success that extended far beyond their opening day.

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Adi’s dress is something like this one, just more casual and sundress-y.

Tavi is absolutely wearing this shirt.

She and Aloth have only been dating 2-3 months at this point, and with how badly her last relationship(Everin) ended, she’s playing details a lot closer to her chest this time around.

Khellin, being a nosy and protective little brother, has been digging for said details at every angle he can conceive the whole 2-3 months, so her basically handing him an opening on a golden platter was a big victory.

I sorta made the Leaden Tea into the Starbucks of this AU? Whoops?

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #tavi illani #khellin illani #aloth corfiser #adela tecali #modern au #this ran away from me and my hand was starting to hurt toward the end so i had to do a different ending #i love tavi and khel's relationship SO MUCH #there's a reason i gave him back to her even in canon #and yes adi co-owning cafe nua is ABSOLUTELY intended to lead to a coffee shop meet cute for her and heodan #they can compete with ederity for who's more nauseatingly adorable :D

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roththeprimordial · 5 years ago

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It's Good To Be Alive Ch.2

Story Summary: After her death, Mileena was granted a second chance, as her journey to look for allies for her new rebellion lead her to Earthrealm where she was saved by the Shirai Ryu. Having no other choice, Mileena joined the clan and became somewhat of a student to Hanzo Hasashi. Meanwhile Havik has returned and is assembling an army to get revenge on Hanzo and plunge the realms into chaos. Check it out on Fanfiction: www.fanfiction.net/s/13285792/… "Talk about what, Earthrealm witch? Release me!" Yelled Mileena.

"I'm afraid your not in any position to make demands, Mileena. Now, what are you doing in Earthrealm?" Asked Sonya.

"THAT is NONE of your business!" Growled Mileena.

"Hey, hey, calm down, alright? We just want to know what your doing in Earthrealm. Nobody's going to hurt you, alright?" Said Johnny as he did his best to play referee and make sure nothing gets out of hand.

"You assisted Kotal and stole my means of reclaiming my rightful throne! Resulting in the death of me and my rebellion! I owe you filthy Earthrealmers NOTHING!" Yelled Mileena.

"Mileena, we didn't kill you. Kotal Kahn did, your execution was in Outworld's jurisdiction, not Earthrealms. The only reason we sent a team into intervene was because of the threat to Earthrealm you possessed. Shinnoks Amulet, and we knew you weren't going to hand it over no matter how politely we asked. That, along with all the Outworld refugees who were pouring into Earthrealm, we had no choice but to retrieve it by any means." Stated Sonya as Mileena remained quiet for a moment.

"Because of you... My throne was stolen from me, and my fathers memory is soiled by my failure to keep his throne secure." Said Mileena with a hint of despair.

"Personally, I thought they were wrong to usurp you. Experiment or not, you were still Shao Kahn's true daughter and heir." Said Sonya as Mileena stared at her silently for several second.

"Oh, thank you. That makes me feel so much better now." Said Mileena in an extremely sarcastic tone.

"Okay." Stated Johnny as he took a few steps forward. "I like to talk about Outworld politics as much as the next guy, but let's go ahead and talk about the elephant in the room."

Johnny then turned to Mileena and spoke. "How are you alive?"

"Why in the name of the Elder Gods would I tell you that? You Earthrealm 'Heroes' helped kill my father and helped Kotal Kahn gain control over Outworld! You have no right to-" But Mileena was interrupted.

"ENOUGH!" Said Hanzo who remained silent through the whole conversation until now, as he stepped out of the corner and looked down at Mileena.

"Enough of your whining and babbling, you are here, and you are alive. Consider yourself lucky, whatever kind of power you once held is gone and no amount of whining will bring it back. My clan saved you when you were at the mercy of the Red Dragon, we brought you in and treated your wounds. If we wanted you dead, you would already be rotting in the ground. The very least you can do is answer a few questions." Said Hanzo glaring down as Mileena as she glared back at him.

"How dare you! I am the empress of Outworld! I have-"

"YOU. HAVE. NOTHING! You have no subjects, no warriors, no army, and no followers! My clan knew who you were, yet we still saved and treated you. Like it or not, we are the only allies you have. Stop with this pretentious attitude of yours and face the reality of the situation. If you can't do that, then you are more then welcome to return back to Outworld where you will surely die again. It is your choice..." Said Hanzo as him and Mileena stared daggers at one another for what seemed like an eternity. Until Mileena backed down and shifted her gaze to the floor.

"... I am unsure myself of how I returned... I remember my death, but when I returned it felt like I woke up from a deep sleep... I believed when my original body was destroyed my soul moved onto one of the other "copies" of my body that were in Shang Tsung's Flesh Pits... That's all I know..." Said Mileena.

"Wait, so, your saying that every time you die you'll just move onto next undamaged clone of your body and just keep getting extra lives? Like immortality? Sorry but... that kinda sounds nuts." Says Takeda as Mileena glared at him.

"Believe it or not boy it is what happened! I am back, I am not quite sure how it works but it is how it is." Said Mileena.

"So maybe you can answer our second question, why are you in Earthrealm?" Asked Sonya with her arms crossed.

"With all of my allies in Outworld either scattering or being butchered from Kotal's hands, my options were limited. I believed that if I came to Earthrealm I could possibly find the Black Dragon and pay them to assist me... but then..." Mileena trailed off.

"Yes, and then you were chased by the Red Dragon when the Shirai Ryu saved you." Said Hanzo.

"You know the kind of snake Kano is, why would you run to him for help?" Asked Sonya as Mileena glared at her.

"As I stated before... my options were limited. What else was I supposed to do? Come to YOU for sanctuary?" Asked Mileena.

"At the very least with the Special Forces we wouldn't have sold you out to Outworld." Said Sonya.

"So, uhh... what are we going to do with her?" Asked Johnny looking at Sonya as Sonya looked down at Mileena who stared back at her.

"... Ok, Mileena. Since you never actually shown any hostile act towards Earthrealm under your own accord, you will not be locked up like any regular criminal. As far as we knew, during the Outworld invasion 25 years ago, you were born only a few days ago and you had the mind of a child. Even through you were unstable, you were still too immature to come to your own conclusions, you were only following Shao Kahn's orders. Although, I will give you three options. You cannot wander around Earthrealm all by yourself. So you will either return to Outworld and never set foot in Earthrealm again, surrender yourself to the Special Forces and be taken in as a voluntary prisoner where you will have a roof over your head and get three meals a day, or you will stay here temporarily with the Shirai Ryu to learn some humility and develop a new... "appreciation" for Earthrealm." Said Sonya as Mileena stared at her in compete disbelief.

"Wait, what!?" Asked Takeda as he looked over at Sonya then his Grandmaster. Hanzo just looked at Takeda and nodded.

"It's alright. Commander Blade and I have already discussed it. She can join, if that is what she chooses." Said Hanzo.

"You cannot be serious! Just being in Earthrealm makes me sick! I would rather face my death a million more times rather then stay in this horrid place!" Yelled Mileena as Sonya shrugged her shoulders.

"Okay, it's your choice. If you want to go back to Outworld and face certain death then fine, but if you want to continue to live you will either train at the Shirai Ryu temple or stay in a prison cell. It's all up to you." Said Sonya as Mileena stared at Sonya for a moment before scanning the room and looking at all four faces in front of her.

A hundred thoughts began to dash through her brain. Sonya was right, if Mileena went back to Outworld she would surely die. Even if she remarkably returned back to life, she would just be killed off over and over again. Kotal may even discover Mileena's potential secret to immortality and burn the Flesh Pits. And that would be the end of her fathers great legacy. At the very least in an Earthrealm prison she would live with food and shelter, but what's the point if she's just going to spend the rest of her life behind cold metal walls. And with her Edenian heritage and extended lifespan, she would be there for a very long time.

...And then, there was the Shirai Ryu temple. She doesn't know much about Earthrealm, or even care to learn about it. But what she does know about are two of the deadliest clans from Earthrealm known as the Lin Kuai and the Shirai Ryu. Both clans once being deadly clans of assassins and mercenaries with the first even serving under her father at one point. But now both fighting for the protection of Earthrealm and it's people. And then there was the Grandmaster, Hanzo Hasashi. Truthfully Mileena knew very little about Hanzo, except that him, his clan, and his family were once slaughtered and turned into the vengeful specter known as Scorpion. He even served under her father once when the invasion of Earthrealm occurred 25 years ago. But now he was different. He was old, wise, patient, strong, and even... a bit handsome... At the very least, she respected him for the warriors honor that just seemed to irradiate off of him. Someone who would never break their word. With all the betrayal Mileena has faced over her life, she could use someone to trust again.

She was really stuck between a rock and a hard place... or in this case, a rock and two hard places... Mileena then remembered Blade mentioned that she will train with the Shirai Ryu until she learned humility and an "appreciation" for Earthrealm... Some kind of silly redemption quest set in front of me. Most likely to turn me into an ally then a threat... But, what choice does she have?

Everyone stood around as Mileena looked at the wooden floor and contemplated about the three choices she was given. Everyone remained silent to allow Mileena to think. After almost a full minute has passed, Sonya decided to speak up.

"Well, what's your decision?" Asked Sonya with a hint of impatience in her voice. Mileena looked back up at Sonya with her golden eyes before finally speaking.

"... I choose to train with the Shirai Ryu."

"Good." Said Sonya as Mileena nearly got up as she pointed her finger as Sonya and spoke.

"Yet you DID say "temporarily"... I will not permanently join the Shirai Ryu." Said Mileena as Sonya nodded.

"Yes, your stay will not be permanent. I will check in every once and a while, and it will be my call whether your ready to leave or not. Are we clear?" Asked Sonya.

Mileena didn't like to be talked down to like this, but she knew that yelling at this point would get her nowhere. "Yes, Blade. I understand."

"Alright, glad we got that all cleared up." Said Johnny as he and Sonya turned around and began to walk out of the room.

"Remember Master Hasashi, I will check in every once and a while to find out how things are going, okay?" Said Sonya to Hanzo as Hanzo bowed respectively and spoke.

"Yes, Commander Blade. I will keep you updated." Said Hanzo as Sonya and Johnny continued their walk out of the room. But before they left, Mileena just remembered something as she reached out her hand and stopped them.

"Wait! What about the Thunder God? Does he know of this plan of yours and my presence?" Asked Mileena as that immediately stopped Sonya and Johnny as they both turned around to face her. Johnny and Sonya both get each other nervous glances before Johnny stepped forward to address Mileena.

"Uhh... You see, after the whole deal with Shinnok happening with him trying to take over Earthrealm and nearly killing Raiden... Raiden has kinda been on a dark streak lately... black clothing, red lightning, and he keeps babbling on about sacrifice... So, we decided we'll just tell him about what we're doing later. Because if he hears that your wandering around Earthrealm, he might uhh, try to kill you. But don't worry, we'll tell him eventually. Just... Whenever he's in a good mood... So, uhh, chao." Said Johnny as he and Mileena turned around and walked out of the room. Leaving only Hanzo, Takeda, and Mileena in the room.

Earthrealm: Japan, The Shirai Ryu temple halls

Takeda and Mileena were walking down the halls of the Shirai Ryu temple, passing doors that belonged to other members of the clan. But Mileena wasn't walking, her leg was still in a thick cast as she used a pair of crutches to help her walk. As the two were silently making their way down the hallway, Takeda couldn't help but glance at Mileena a few times before quickly turning his head away. Mileena took notice of this and asked him.

"What is it?"

"Oh, uhh... it's just that, are you sure your alright to walk? I mean, you were just shot in the leg a day ago. Grandmaster did give you permission to stay in bed a few more days so you could heal." Said Takeda and Mileena groaned in annoyance.

"My Edenian traits allow me to heal myself faster then most other races. And my Tarkatan traits allow me to have a certain immunity to pain. I'd rather get equated with my quarters now then lay in a bed doing nothing all day and night." Said Mileena as Takeda just nodded in acknowledgement as they continued to walk.

After a few more seconds, Takeda slowed down as they reached a certain door.

"Well, here it is." Said Takeda as he opened the door to show a small traditional Japanese room. There was a small bed, a nightstand, a table, a very old rabbit ear TV, a small closet, and a small bathroom at the end of the room. Mileena and Tekeda made their way in as they looked around.

"So... It's not much, but... It's not much..." Said Takeda as Mileena looked over at the bed to see a folded yellow female Shirai Ryu uniform lying on the bed.

"Hopefully, it isn't to cramped for you. Over there is a small personal bathroom, over there is your closet, here is your bed, a nightstand over there, and a TV over here for some entertainment." Said Takeda gesturing to the TV as he then picked up a remote and turned it on to reveal a channel filled with so much static that the show or movie couldn't be identified.

Takeda banged his fist on the TV a few times before the static disappeared. "It's an old rabbit TV, but... it turns on." Said Takeda before turning it off as Mileena stared at him.

"Oh, that's right. Your from Outworld. A TV is-" Takeda got cut off by Mileena.

"I know what a TV is, boy. I'm not completely oblivious to Earthrealm technology and culture." Said Mileena. "Yet from what I heard of these clans, they keep their distance from modern technology. Why does this clan have this form of modern entertainment?"

Takeda just looked at her and laughed a bit. "I mean, come on. We're not savages."

Mileena just grumbled as she made her way to the bedside and sit down as she picked up at the yellow uniform that was provided for her.

"Prepare some tea, boy. Fresh cut lemon, and a china cup." Said Mileena still looking at her yellow uniform with her expression remaining the same, yet Takeda gained an insulted and annoyed expression on his face.

"... What? Do you think I'm your butler or something?" Asked Takeda.

"No, I'm simply your guest. Don't they have hospitality in Earthrealm? Chop chop." Said Mileena as she started to lay on the bed.

"... Maybe Master Mileena would also like some warm mixed nuts. And a moist hand towel." Said Takeda sarcastically.

"Watch yourself boy, I'm not so crippled to the point were I still can't teach you some manners." Growled Mileena at Takeda.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Your tough as nails. While your brooding and healing, maybe you can look over your list." Said Takeda as he dropped a piece of paper on Mileena's lap which she then read.

"What is this?"

"Once your well enough to walk and move around, your gonna start doing chores and training like everyone else around here." Said Takeda with his arms crossed.

"We wake up at 6:00, eat breakfast, train, eat lunch, train until 8:00 depending on how well you did in training, and then you've either earned the right to rest, meditate, or continue your training until Grandmaster says otherwise." Said Takeda as Mileena looked at him in disbelief.

"Even when I was the daughter of Shao Kahn, I NEVER went through training implements that extreme before!" Said Mileena in frustration as Takeda shrugged.

"Well, there's a reason why the Shirai Ryu are known as one of the greatest clan of warriors in all the realms. Get used to it princess, and might I be the first to say... Welcome to hell." Said Takeda as he jokingly bowed.

"Alright, so... I guess I'll see ya later?" Said Takeda awkwardly as he left while Mileena glared at him.

After Takeda left and closed the door, the reality of the situation then hit Takeda like a ton of bricks. Mileena, the ex-empress of Outworld who died right in front of him is back and is currently in the same clan as him.

"... Yeah, this is weird." Said Takeda out loud to himself before walking away.

Back in the room, Mileena looked at the door Takeda just left through before looking back down at the nicely folded yellow uniform in her hands. Realizing she will need her patience to be stronger then ever if she's going to live through this.

Earthrealm: America, Special Forces, U.S. Government Base

Two men in white lab coats stood in front of a large glass window in what seemed to be an observation room with several other guards and scientists standing around. The two scientists looked at one another and nodded before the one on the left pressed and held a button in font of him.

"Okay, let the prisoner in." In the other side of the glass that the two scientists were peering through was a metal room where a door on the left opened up and two armored guards pushed the shape of a woman inside.

After stumbling a bit, the woman regained her balance and stood in the middle of the room. She had advanced looking restraints on her hands, her ankles, and what appeared to be an advanced face muzzle around her mouth. The woman started at the one way window on her side of the window, unable to see through it and actually see the scientists bit still glaring right at it like she knew they were standing on the other side.

One of the scientists bent down and pressed a button as he spoke.

"Good morning, D'vorah. How are you today?" Said the scientist politely.

"My young shall devour you from the inside out!" Threatened D'vorah.

"Now D'vorah, if your going to start making threats I'm afraid we're going to have to hit you with the gas again." Said the other scientist in a calm yet threatening voice. D'vorah remained silent for a bit before the same scientist spoke again.

"Understand?"

D'vorah remained silent for a few more seconds before speaking up.

"... This one understands..." Growled D'vorah as the scientists gave out a smile and a nod of approval.

"Good, not that you've calmed down, maybe you can answer me a few questions." Said the scientist.

"This one is finished with answering any of your questions." Said D'vorah.

"We're afraid you don't have any choice here. You either answer our questions, or we send you back to your cell until you feel like talking again." Said the scientist as D'vorah remained silent.

"..."

"D'vorah? Can you hear me?... If you don't respond you will be put back in your cell. Do you understand?" Asked the scientist as D'vorah remained silent for a bit longer. Until she spoke.

"What are your questions?" Asked D'vorah as the scientists gained satisfied smiles on their faces.

"What plans does Kotal Kahn have to invade Earthrealm?" Asked one of the scientists.

"Just like the last time you asked this one your question, this one is unsure. Even as his right hand woman, Kotal kept his plans private." Stated D'vorah.

"Okay... next question. On record you constantly switched sides from Mileena, to Kotal Kahn, to Shinnok. What is your endgame plan?" Asked the scientist and D'vorah remained silent for a moment.

"Please answer the question." Said one of the scientists and D'vorah finally spoke.

"Do you want the truth?" Asked D'vorah.

"Yes." Stated the scientist.

"This one wishes to bring back the Kytinn species with enough power to conquer all the realms. Using Shinnok as an incubator for the young in order to become the mother of an army of demi-god warriors. And when this one escapes containment, this one will slaughter the special operations, enemies of Outworld, and all of you as well." Threatened D'vorah as there was instantly a blast of gas from vents on the top of the room that D'vorah shrieked and shrieked away from as she backed off.

"What did we say about making threats, D'vorah?" Said one of the scientists in a subtle mocking tone before other vents in the room sucked all the gas out of the room, as D'vorah stood back up.

"Although, your statement had a few flaws in it that you probably missed. Such as, for example, your acting like it's set in stone that you will escape your imprisonment. But I assure you, you will stay in imprisoned in Earthrealm for the rest of your natural life. Now THAT'S something, that is set in stone." Said the scientists as D'vorah glared at the one sided window in front of her where she could see her own reflection.

But right as she was going to open her mouth to speak again, the sounds of lights flickering could be heard all over the building with the lights in the study room and the interview prisoner room D'vorah was in went out.

"Woah! What's going on?!" Yelled one of the scientists in the observation room as another scientist turned on a flashlight with the two guards in the room turning on flashlights as well.

"Don't worry, the generator should kick on in a second." Said the other scientist as several moments passed. But as they did, everyone in the research room froze as they all heard three chilling knocked at the door to the observation room.

(Knock, Knock, Knock...)

Everyone in the observation room looks at the door cautiously, one of the guards standing by the door looked over at the scientists and give them the hand signal to stay at the other side of the room as the two guards raised their rifles to chest level as they were about to open the door.

In the metal room D'vorah was in, she looked around in confusion as red backup lights turned on above her. D'vorah looked around in confusion stared at the one way window. Several seconds passed before D'vorah spoke up.

"What is going on? Hello? This one demands an answer! Hel-"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

(Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

D'vorah was instantly cut off by the barraging sound of gunfire and screams that were coming from the observation room. D'vorah had no idea what was going on in the other room as she took several steps back. Knowing that whatever it was, it was not good. The gunfire and screams lasted a few more seconds before everything went silent. Only a few seconds after the screaming stopped, D'vorah heard several beeps coming from the advanced muzzle on her face and the restraints on her hands and ankles before they all unlatched and fell to the floor. Freeing D'vorah as she turned to the only door in the metal room she was in as she popped out her four insectoid legs. Readying herself for whatever will come next.

She listened closely as she heard more screaming and gunfire coming from the halls that were right outside the metal room. Whoever or whatever attacked the guards and scientists in the observation room was coming her way. The Kytinn took a few steps away from the door and got into her fighting position as the screaming and gunfire instantly stopped. Only a second after the screaming stopped, the lights came back on in her metal room along with the rest of the facility.

D'vorah glared a the door before she heard a beep, as the automatic door opened up, revealing two monsters standing there. D'vorah kept her fighting stance as she was about to fight the two oni. But before either the oni or the Kytinn could initiate the battle, a voice spoke out and grabbed D'vorah's attention.

"D'vorah, long time no see..." D'vorah was shocked to see none other then Havik himself walk through the door frame and made his way half way to where she was standing before stopping. D'vorah was shocked to see him, she heard herself that after the whole blood war fiasco that happened around a year ago, Scorpion ripped Havik's head off and tossed it in the Netherrealm where it was then smashed into pieces by Quan Chi.

"I hope my minions Moloch and Drahmin were polite. Surprised to see me?" Asked Havik as D'vorah still remained speechless, but then found the words to talk.

"How is it even possible!? You were supposed to be dead! How are you still alive?!" Asked D'vorah in disbelief as Havik laughed at her statement.

"Hahaha... Well, not exactly. You see, after the whole incident with the Kamidogu and Shinnoks Amulet, becoming a blood god and all that, I became absolutely immortal. Even when Scorpion ripped off my head, tossed it into the Netherrealm, then smashed into pieces by Quan Chi... I was still alive." Said Havik.

"But, how did you become whole again?" Asked D'vorah.

"It sure as hell wasn't easy to get myself a new body, but I did. When my physical form was reduced to nothing but chunks of bone, blood, and flesh, I was able to separate my soul from my body and float around the Netherrealm. At first I believed Moloch and Drahmin to be dead after their death was executed by Quan Chi... but it turns out that they were just in a deeper level of hell. Being tortured by other demons. Even in my spirit form, I managed to free them and have them pledge their undying loyalty to me. Now with Quan Chi dead, there was nobody who could stop my resurrection. They went on a quest to gather every piece of my splattered head as they could along with a trip to Earthrealm to retrieve my rotting body, and bring it to Quan Chi's old lair. Now, I'm not a master sorcerer like Quan Chi, but after some time reading through his spell books, Moloch and Drahmin performed the spell that was meant to repair my old physical body as I was finally brought back to life!" Said Havik in joy as D'vorah stared at him.

"What is it that you want, Havik?" Asked D'vorah.

"My dear, D'vorah, if you must know I'm building a little team to reenact my failed plans to use the Kamidogu. But this time, we're not just after the Kamidogu's, no. We will also retrieve Shinnok's Amulet, Onaga's mummified heart, Kotal's Portal Stone, and even the Dragon Medallion of the Lin Kuai! As the Earthrealmers say... 'Go big or go home'. But, this time we shall succeed." Said Havik as he held his hand in a fist in front of him, as D'vorah gave him a suspicious look.

"And what of the Earthrealmers? And even the Outworlders who stopped you last time?" Asked D'vorah.

"I have learned from my mistakes. I do not intend to repeat them. Death squads will be sent out to take apart our enemies one by one... They will all die..." Said Havik.

"And what will this one gain for loyalty?" Asked D'vorah.

"Resurrection of your hive and race, D'vorah. All I ask in return is when we succeed in our mission and you rule Outworld, you will continue your war and bloodshed with your conquest. In my new reality, everyone will get what they want. All I ask in return is eternal kombat..." Said Havik as D'vorah stared at Havik for a bit, thinking about the offer. Before smiling and taking a few steps forward.

"Very well, but you WILL keep your word Havik. Or else the hive shall feast off of you." Said D'vorah. Right after D'vorah spoke the blood ninja Skarlet walked in and turned her head to address Havik.

"Havik, we must get moving before more guards arrive." Said Skarlet as Havik nodded and turned around to leave along with everyone else. As the five walked down the hallway, the eventually walked up to Kano who was leaning on the side of the hallway, tossing one of his knives in the air and catching it again repeatedly.

"'Bout time you showed up. Those guards'll show up any minute." Stated Kano.

"Yes, yes, did you hack into the Special Forces network?" Asked Havik.

"Sure did, piece of cake." Said Kano as he caught his knife one last time and put it in a holster on his back.

"Then open up the doors." Said Havik as Kano smirked at him, his robotic eyes flashing several times before there was a loud beep in the hallway, as all the doors slid open releasing many criminals and prisoners of war who were locked up in the cells. Including Tremor, Kobra, Tasia, Kira, No Face, and other enemies who have known to cause Earthrealm much trouble in the past.

The freed prisoners all looked around confused before they all looked over at Havik who was standing on the other side of the hallway. Opening up his arms as if to welcome his new allies, he spoke.

"Ladies, gentlemen, I am Havik. And I have a preposition to offer you. A place in my new world." Said Havik malevolently followed by a manic laugh.

#Mortal Kombat #fanfiction #Scorpion #scorpionxmileena #Hanzo Hasashi #mileena #takeda takahashi #havik #kano #d'vorah #skarlet #johnny cage #sonya blade #shirai ryu

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stopforamoment · 6 years ago

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Part Six: Dinner with Mr. Geoduck (Series 8, Part 6 of 8)

Series Eight: Good Guys Do Exist (Eight Parts) Part Six: Dinner with Mr. Geoduck (Series 8, Part 6 of 8)

***Please read the author’s note before reading this!*****

Masterlist

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three—or Four?)

Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OFC Rinda Parks Word Count: 2,763 Rating: R for Language and Potentially Dangerous Dating Situation (but everything is under control!)

TRIGGERS: Mention of potential violent dating situation and controlling/dominant male behavior. There is also mention of balut (a controversial food because of cultural clashes and it can be considered inhumane to eat).

Author’s Note: Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. OFC with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Series Summary: It’s the fourth week of school, going into October, and it’s Bastien’s last week as security officer at the school. He’s just helping Drake with the transition, and then he’s back to the palace as Head of Security for the Royal Guard. This series starts to transition Drake into the school and sets him up as a “good guy,” (our marshmallow!) just like Bastien.

Summary: In part six Drake, Rinda, and Laura meet up with Mr. Geoduck for an interesting date night. Also, just a reminder that Bastien’s nickname for Rinda is “Tria,” Rinda is hopeless when it comes to deciding what she wants to order at restaurants, and “banana” is the security team’s silly safety word, partly because Bastien hates bananas. Also, Mr. Ariti is Rinda’s neighbor.Bastien has a standing invitation to spend the night at Mr. Ariti’s house whenever needed, and Mr. Ariti also extended that invitation to Drake.

Mr. Ariti’s invitation is covered in “Mr. Ariti’s Offer” Rinda’s food quirks are summed up in “Ordering Food for Rinda,” which is in Drabbles with Rinda and Bastien.

Banana safety word is covered in “Safety Word,” which is in Series Four, September School Days.

A/N Please know that I mean no disrespect to the foods mentioned in this chapter, or the cultures and individuals who enjoy them. The whole idea for this creepy date and the balut dish originally came to me because many years ago I saw an episode of Millionaire Matchmaker, and one millionaire really did seem off. He ordered balut and had a creepy look on his face when he saw his date squirm when she opened the egg. He seemed so cruel the way he watched his date squirm when she saw it, and it’s burned into my memories.

The references to sweetbreads and tripe are because a lot of professional chefs do so much with these foods, Anthony Bourdain especially. I like how he would advocate that we need to use more parts of animals and not waste food, and I love how he was always willing to try anything new. My own mother really did grow up in poverty, so when she ate these things growing up it was a stigma for her that this was “poor people food.” That’s her experience, and I made that Rinda’s mom’s experience in this chapter. I know these are amazing foods and again, it is not my intent to disrespect anyone!

Thursday Night, Week Four

The server gave everyone a friendly smile when she came up to introduce herself. Rinda and Laura looked up at each other in shock, but they said nothing. She told them the specials, but if they liked seafood, she highly recommended their stuffed halibut with roasted vegetables. She also recommended that they save room for dessert or an after-dinner drink because the bartender made amazing banana daiquiris. Rinda locked eyes with the server, and she calmly continued. “Again, my name is Tria, and if you need anything tonight just let me or any one of our staff members know.” Rinda was trying not to tear up. “Thank you, Tria. We appreciate that.” The server gave Rinda a warm smile before walking away. Drake leaned in to Rinda to whisper near her ear. “Bastien and I didn’t want you to worry about what to order tonight. Or anything else, okay?” She gave his hand a grateful squeeze. . . . . .

The evening was a disaster. Laura was so polite, and it took so much self-control for Rinda not to yell at Mr. Geoduck. He was a self-proclaimed foodie and insisted on ordering for Laura. No, not just telling the server her order, but telling Laura what to order. Rinda could see Drake clench his fists, so she tried to deflect by whispering to him “Hmm. Maybe I should date him. I’d never have to worry about picking an entrée ever again.” Drake gave her a thin smile, but they both knew this was ridiculous.

He ordered appetizers with names that they couldn’t pronounce. They couldn’t even pronounce some of the ingredients in the food. And it was small. The first course was a sampler, but the food was microscopic. The second course was worse. When the dish was set in front of them, Rinda knew. Balut. Her face went pale. “I’m so sorry guys. I know I’m the self-proclaimed egg slut, but I take it back. I can’t. I’ll be sick.” She leaned in to whisper to Drake. “Please, can you stay here with Laura?” He nodded, unsure of what Rinda was so upset about. But when he cracked open the egg, he knew. Laura blanched, and Drake immediately offered to escort her outside for some air, but Laura was a trooper. She tried it, part of the liquid. It tasted like chicken soup. But she couldn’t actually eat it, even if it was considered a delicacy. Mr. Geoduck expounded on the history of the delicacy, but Drake was watching his face. It wasn’t that he wanted Laura to try something new, something she might not otherwise experience. It wasn’t even that he was trying to show off. Maybe Rinda was right. Maybe there was something cruel. Yes, many people thought it was cruel to eat that delicacy. But it wasn’t even that. It was the way he stared at Laura, enjoying her shocked reaction. Something was just off. Rinda came back when she saw that course was cleared and smiled when “Tria” asked how she was doing. Fine. Everything was fine. But “Tria” flashed her a sympathetic smile. Mr. Geoduck was now ready to order the main course, whether everyone else was ready or not. He wanted Laura to have the sweetbreads, Rinda would have the tripe dish, and Drake would have the pork belly. Rinda tried not to laugh. She actually liked that food. Her maternal grandma, not Grandma Lorinda, made it for the family several times. But Rinda’s mom grew up piss poor, and her mom would just shake her head that those foods were now considered a delicacy. For Rinda’s mom it was a reminder of her white trash past, her alcoholic father who really did piss away their money, and her mother who would beg scraps, offal, from the butcher just so her children would have some protein. Rinda had respect for the chefs who were able to elevate that food and she was glad people were coming around so that food wasn’t wasted. She also knew there were families, like her mom’s, who prepared and enjoyed those foods with so much love. But she was also influenced by her mom’s attitude toward sweetbreads and tripe, and after Mr. Geoduck ordered balut, Rinda knew he was just trying to be ass and purposely order “trash food” simply for the shock value, which pissed her off even more. She looked at their server. “No, I won’t take the tripe, but thank you. I’ll have the halibut special that you recommended.” She whispered to Laura while Drake was ordering. “Are you okay with the sweetbreads, or did you want to try something else? It’s actually really good, and we can share meals, okay?” Laura gave Rinda a weak smile. She didn’t even know what tripe or sweetbreads were, and it was clear this date wasn’t going anywhere, so she really just needed to get through the night. She’d agree to anything, and besides. Drake already promised that they’d get burgers afterward if they didn’t fill up on rich people food. It was going to be okay. Drake calmly told the server he was having a steak, not whatever the other guy told him to eat. “Tria” asked if they needed anything else, and she took an extra moment to look at Laura. To make sure she was okay. Laura didn’t look up, so the server looked at Rinda. “Was there anything else?” Rinda smiled. “I think we’re okay for dinner, but I saw you have Melomakarona. Are those the Christmas cookies with the honey and walnuts? The server smiled and nodded. “Can you please wrap up a dozen to go?” “Whoa, Parks!” Rinda laughed. “They’re not for me, Drake. For Bastien. His mom and sister always made them for Christmas, so I want to take some home for him.” She turned back to the server and laughed. “Yes, I really did mean a dozen. Thank you so much!” The server smiled back before she left. “Parks. That’s pretty nice of you.” Drake was trying to tease her, but Rinda could see that he was genuinely happy that she was doing that for Bastien. Rinda knew she was blushing and she just shook her head and turned away, unable to come up with a pithy response to Drake. . . . . . Mr. Geoduck was pontificating about something. It might have been his job, his self-proclaimed knowledge of food, his dick circumference. Really, it didn’t matter because Rinda knew she had to take one for the team. She asked the man a question about himself, and soon Mr. Geoduck was talking about . . . himself. Again. Rinda nodded and smiled with fake enthusiasm. If a neck could get carpal tunnel, her neck would have it. Meanwhile, Laura and Drake were engaged in their own conversation. The two of them had already bonded over their love of football, but now they were sharing camping stories and playfully bickering over the best bait to catch fish. The main courses arrived and Laura thought the sweetbreads were okay, but not really her thing, so Rinda traded half of her meal with Laura. Then Drake offered to trade the other part of Laura’s meal for half of his steak with Laura, if she didn’t mind that he liked it cooked rare. Otherwise, Drake would ask the server to put her portion on the grill for a little longer. Laura thanked him, but she didn’t mind a good steak that was done rare, although she did have to tease him. “You know Drake, you could still resuscitate that cow. Just saying.” “Heh. Yeah, Laura. Just walk it by a grill before you serve it.” “It’s so raw, I think it’s eating the salad.” Drake rolled his eyes. “What can I say? I like my steak breathing.” “Hey Drake?” “What?” “What do you call a cow with a twitch?” Drake shook his head. Laura smirked. “Beef jerky!” Rinda rolled her eyes and snorted. It was the perfect stupid teacher joke. “You got that from a student, right?” Laura grinned and nodded. Mr. Geoduck finally spoke again and Rinda jumped. He was so busy sulking that she forgot all about him. “You know, I’ve always thought teaching would be a great job. Summers off and all of that.” Drake felt Rinda squeeze his hand and he grinned. He knew teachers worked evenings and weekends, and he was quickly experiencing some of the heartbreaking stories first-hand. But he was also learning how rewarding it was—and how well-deserved a summer vacation is. The guy was definitely a jerk, degrading Laura’s profession. Drake looked over at Laura, who was giving Mr. Geoduck an icy stare. She was ready to throat punch him for being so purposely rude. “Actually, there is a lot of work involved throughout the school year. If you add up the hours we work during the school year it easily adds up to the time people work during a full year. All of us work a lot of evenings and weekends so we can help the kids. In fact, we have a lot of things to need to prep for next week, so we really can’t stay much longer.” That was the cue to wrap things up, but the man grabbed Laura’s hand to kiss it. “I’ve upset you. Please let me make it up to you. There’s that out-of-town wedding coming up. I booked a hotel room with a jacuzzi so we can make a weekend of it.” Laura turned pale and Rinda furiously grabbed a fork, ready to lunge at the man and gouge his eyes out if necessary. Laura spoke quietly at first, but her voice gained volume as she gained confidence. “No, I don’t want to go to the wedding with you. I don’t want to see you again. Thank you for dinner, but this evening is over.” The man grabbed Laura’s hand to prevent her from standing up and she winced in pain, but Drake was already standing up, applying a pressure point to the man’s shoulder so he would let Laura go. He gently helped Laura up, and Rinda quickly grabbed their purses and got ready to escort Laura to the front door, but first Rinda had to say something to Mr. Geoduck. “Thank you for taking care of the check tonight. Since you insisted on ordering for all of us and educating us on the food you forced us to eat, I realize that was your intent—to pay for the entire bill.” It was a statement, not a question. She glanced at Drake. Don’t you dare pay for anything. Drake nodded.

Rinda put her arm around Laura and quickly walked her to the front door. Laura was starting to cry and Rinda was gently soothing her. “It’s okay. Drake is taking care of him, okay? But I can’t leave you alone. We have to walk out together and wait for the valet to get our car.” The owner of the restaurant walked over to offer Laura to see if he could help, but Rinda instinctively stepped in front of Laura to protect her. The man smiled. “It’s okay. You’re Rinda, right?” Rinda nodded. “I’m sorry about that. Thank you for everything you and your staff are doing to help us tonight.” “It’s fine. Please come into the office while you wait. I’ll have your car brought up and we have additional staff who are helping Drake.” Laura was shaking, and Rinda kept her arms around her, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. “Is our server okay?” The man nodded to Rinda. “Yes, she isn’t going back to that table. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to present the check and ensure the man stays here until you leave.” When Drake stormed up it was clear he was furious at the man and how he treated Laura. Rinda was shocked. She had never seen Drake so furious before. “Drake, are you okay to drive so I can sit in the back with Laura? Otherwise I can drive if you want to sit in back with her.” “Rinda is a better driver” Laura weakly joked. The valet came in to hand Rinda the keys just as “Tria” came running up with to-go bags of food. “I was afraid I was too late! You almost forgot the cookies! And I also wrapped up the food, even the sweetbreads. But not your leftover balut.” Rinda laughed and gave the server a hug. “Thank you for everything. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that ass, but I’m so glad you and everyone else were here to help us.” She smiled. “No problem. We’ve all been there, and we have to stick together to keep each other safe.” Rinda gave her hand one last squeeze before they left. After they left the owner made a phone call. “Bastien? They just left. Yeah, you were right. He was an ass but Drake took care of him, and Rinda was there to help Laura. No, the ladies left with Drake. They’re safe. And the guy’s still here. We’re taking our time getting him the bill so he doesn’t have a chance to follow them outside. No, Rinda made him pay for the entire check. She’s quite the spitfire, isn’t she? . . . Of course. I’m happy to help. Good night.” . . . . . “Mr. Lykel? Is everything okay?” Bastien smiled at Henry. “Yup. Hey, did you know that your mom is pretty amazing?” Henry grinned. “Yeah, she has her moments. Did that guy piss her and Aunt Laura off? Did Uncle Drake kick his ass? I can’t wait to hear about it.” Bastien ruffled Henry’s hair and laughed. “None of your business. Now, are there any chocolate chip cookies left or did you eat them all?” . . . . .

Rinda jumped into the driver’s seat and Drake helped Laura into the backseat. “Guys, I’m sorry, but we have to go. If the door is closed I’m moving.” Rinda started driving while Drake helped Laura get comfortable in her seat and he reached around her to buckle her seatbelt. Then he put his suitcoat around her. Laura gave him a shy smile. “Thanks.” Drake smiled. “You’re welcome. Can I do anything else right now?” Laura shook her head, but she leaned on Drake and held his hand. Rinda stopped at a drive thru to get burgers and shakes for everyone, and then she drove back to the school. Laura and Drake had their cars there, and she wanted to go back to a central location before they talked to Laura and figured out the best way to help her that night. Drake offered to take Laura home, and then he was going to spend the night at Mr. Ariti’s house. Then Rinda was going to pick up Laura in the morning to take her to work. Drake wanted to do it, but Rinda reminded him that it would only start rumors if he was the one to bring her to work. It just wasn’t worth it. Rinda got out of the car and took Laura to the side so Drake wouldn’t hear her. She gently cupped Laura’s face with her hands. “Laura, he was an ass, but there are a lot of good guys out there. I promise. Just look at Julian and Theo. Santos. Drake and Bastien. Jameson and I didn’t get married until we were almost 30, and it was worth the wait. I promise, good guys do exist. And you can trust Drake, okay? He’ll get you home safely. I wouldn’t let him drive you home if I had any doubt.” Then she gave Laura a hug and waited while Drake helped Laura into his jeep, buckled her again, and handed her the leftovers, burgers, and shakes to eat on the way home. Then he carefully closed the door for her. He turned around to say something to Rinda, but she didn’t give him the chance. She gave Drake a hug and whispered into his ear “Mr. Geoduck wasn’t the gentleman tonight. You were. And thank you.” She pulled back. “And for the record, usually when a girl is excited about getting flowers she keeps them somewhere where she can look at them all day. Not in the teacher’s lounge.” Rinda knew he was about to start running his hand through his hair, so she quickly tousled his hair and whispered “Goodnight, Strubelkopf” Goodnight Tousled Hair, before getting back into her car.

@asherella-is-a-dork-3 @liam-rhys

#long post #choices trr #bastien lykel #rinda parks ofc #drake walker

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ahrorha · 6 years ago

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Flame of Winter

Bloody Orlesians. As much I find the quest in the Winter Palace brilliant, the whole concept of nobles playing the 'Game' makes me wanna kick them.

In this chapter, Ryan is back to his charming self (some of you commented he had a moment in the previous chapter, fear not he is back XD ). I had a hard time to figure out how to describe decorations, clothing and the judging atmosphere without repeating some words over and over again.

This has become a very long chapter. So much is happening before and during the ball, that I didn't want to cut in two. Also, I didn't want to rush to the last part of this chapter, because finally, the moment has arrived for some SMUT. I give out a warning if you are not comfortable with reading the details don't read the part between the double lines, but I think most of you will look forward to it.

Enjoy ;)

Chapter 17

Skyhold was buzzing with activity on their return. The actions of the Inquisition in the Dales had resulted in a flood of correspondence, visitors and delegates from all over Orlais. This together with the preparations for the ball at the Winter Palace, had Josephine running from one meeting to the next. She even had made schedules for everyone with lessons in etiquette, dancing and court politics. Everything was being checked and planned, from their luggage to their individual roles at the ball. It were hectic days, but considering their objective, it was no wonder Josephine was going the extra mile.

A few days before they would leave Eirlana and Solas were called to Josephine's office. Eirlana groaned. “I swear, if I have to hear one more time how to correctly hold a glass, I will turn all the drinks into ice.” Solas chuckled, he was happy she was her usual self again and that she had forgiven him. They had talked a lot during their journey back to Skyhold, and he had shared with her how important Wisdom was to him and why he had reacted the way he did. Of course, he had been careful not to tell too much, he couldn't afford another slip-up, like before. He even had made amends with Varric and Iron Bull, and he was grateful they had watched over Eirlana in his absence. When they told him about the attack on her, he was horrified. He carefully confronted Eirlana about what had happened to her afterwards. She shrugged it off as if it wasn't a big deal, but Solas could see at her whole demeanour that it was an act. She was trying to push it aside, as he suspected she did with many things. Until deep in the night they talked, slowly and with patience she opened up to him. With her buried against his chest, he listened to some of the things she had endured. His heart ached hearing details from her past, wishing he could take some of her pain away. He kept holding her, murmuring sweet words and encouragements, knowing he could do nothing more than be there for her. He promised himself that night, he would do anything in his power to protect her, to keep her safe, and if he could make her happy.

“Aren't you tired off all these lessons?” Amused by Eirlana's unusual reluctance to learn something new Solas smirked. “Not really.” She looked sceptical at him. “You can't tell me you prefer them over burying your nose in some dusty old tome.” “But my Lady.” he opened the door for her and made a grand bow towards her. “How else would I learn how to properly treat you with the respect you deserve.” Seeing his smirk on his face, she giggled; clearly, he was mocking the lessons they had received. With another ridiculous bow, he opened the next door leading to Josephine's office. She elbowed him playfully on his arm when they entered. Josephine looked up from the different stacks of letters before her. “Ah, you have come. I am happy to report your request for access to the University of Orlais has been granted. Sadly due to our busy schedule, you won't be able to ride for Val Royeaux at the moment, instead the University has provided an inventory of their library. You can compile a list of titles you want to study, and we will arrange for them to be sent to Skyhold. It may also be of interest to you that you have permission to visit the Royal Libraries during our stay at the Winter Palace, courtesy of Grand Duke Gaspard.” She sorted through the letters and pulled out a few. “We have also received several letters inquiring about you miss Eirlana. Your efforts in the Dales has gained the attention of some smaller but influential families. The University of Orlais has requested information about your healing methods and has extended a formal invitation for you to visit them. You will be able to speak with some representatives at the Winter Palace. Judging from the nature of the letters they may offer you a place among them. Of course, you are free to choose to follow another path, but know that everyone in the Inquisition greatly appreciates you and your skills.” Eirlana didn't know what to say. In her mind, she had done nothing special, only that what she thought was right as a healer. It made her happy to hear that some of her efforts were recognised, but she didn't know what to think of the invitation from the University. Her experiences in Orlais made her sceptical about their intentions. Though having access to their medical knowledge could be beneficial for her, the other healers of the Inquisition and most importantly the patients. . “Solas, Eirlana, there you are.” Leliana entered Josephine's office with Ryan, Iron Bull and Dorian in tow. “Please follow us to the war room if you have finished.” They thanked Josephine and followed them, Leliana came immediately to the point. “We have received new reports about the movements of the Venatori. According to my informants, they keep searching and digging in old ruins, especially if they are of elven origin. They have been sighted in these locations.” she pinned several markers on the giant map lying across the table. “As for what they are looking for we still don't know.” Solas was relieved to see that the places they were searching weren't crucial to his plans, but it was still vexing that they were looking in the first place. “If I have to guess they are looking for something that could help them in their goals. With the orb being ancient elven magic, they may be searching for more of such items and other forgotten magic. Judging by their locations, it is hard to tell if they are looking randomly, chasing rumours or have specific targets.” Leliana nodded. “We will be keeping an eye on them. I have also gathered more information about their leader. It is a mage named Calpernia, she has taken over the leadership of the Venatori. We know only a little about her earlier life. She is a former slave of a magister Erasthenes. As far as I can determine, the magister disappeared several months ago, together with her. ” “Erasth....” Dorian brushed his moustache. “I know him. He is an old geezer, more interested in his tomes and books than anything else. He is renowned in the Imperium for his knowledge of the Old Gods and has written many long and dull papers about them.” “This isn't much information we have about this Calpernia.” Ryan stated, his forehead wrinkled as he scanned the various reports. “Say Eirlana you were once a slave.” Most of the room went silent and stared at him for his blunt remark. Solas felt bile coming up, furious he glared at him. Eirlana put her hand on his, signalling it was alright. “Yes, I once was a slave.” “Why would she join Corypheus and do his bidding? Would she be loyal to this new master?” Wondering if he also questioned her own loyalty to their cause, she pondered about his question. “I think, it is safe to say, with Calpernia now in a leading position of the Venatori, that Corypheus had a hand in the disappearance of the magister. As for her loyalty, I don't know. What I can tell you from experience is being freed isn't something that any slave would take lightly. I will never forget that day in my life, and I will always be grateful towards Solas, but that doesn't mean I would follow his every wish or decision. I have a mind of my own, and so does this Calpernia. She must have her own plans and reasons why she is helping him, but judging by Corypheus actions so far, I doubt they have the same agenda. He must have offered her something that she wants. I can't tell you what it is, but I can tell you she must be a capable woman. Leading people is not an easy matter as you know by own experience.” Several people around the table smirked, knowing Eirlana's remark wasn't meant as a compliment. Solas was proud of her, but his heart also tightened when she mentioned him. It was bittersweet to know she wouldn't follow his every wish or decision. Even he himself wouldn't, but there hadn't been any other way, and now there was no other choice. He couldn't change what had happened or what was to come, he had to finish what he had set in motion so many millennia ago. . It was already late in the morning when Varric entered the Herald's rest. He knew he shouldn't have stayed so long at the game of Wicked Grace last night, but it had been the last opportunity before they would head to the dreaded Winter Palace. Ordering a late breakfast with lots of strong coffee, he joined Iron Bull and Blackwall at a table. “How is your head tiny? You look like you haven't slept at all.” Iron Bull only grunted and continued to devour his big serving of bacon and eggs. Dorian joined them a few minutes later, like always well groomed and impeccably dressed, but he moved and sat down awkwardly. “You all right Sparkles?” “Expect from the headache from that horrible ale you served me last night, I am fine thank you.” “You didn't have to drink it.” “What? And miss out on all the fun to drink something that tastes like it was brewed in the Fallow Mire at the bottom of a tar barrel. I can still taste it on the back of my tongue.” “Is that what you taste?” Iron Bull grinned at Dorian and received a deadly glare in return. Varric was more awake in an instant, he obviously had missed something when he went to bed last night. Before he could ask any further, they were all distracted by Eirlana walking briskly into the inn. She ignored them entirely and marched straight to Cabot, the bartender. “Cabot, have our supplies arrived?” The dwarf nodded. “I will get them for you.” “Everything okay Snowflake?” She turned around and was surprised she had walked past them. Varric motioned for her to join them and poured her a cup of thee from one of the pots on the table. “Here, you look like you have been running around all morning.” With a sigh she sat down, thankful she could take a short break.

“So who got on your nerves?” Warming her hands around the mug, Eirlana let out another sign. “Ryan.” This peeked everyone's interest around the table. “I tried to talk with him about moving the infirmary. There is room here in the fortress, but he wants to create more housing space for the templars and new training grounds.” frustrated she kept going. “How does he expect for people to do their jobs or fight when they can't even recover decently. The clinic is still outside in large tents. We can barely keep them warm and not to mention it isn't exactly peaceful being next to the huge training grounds we already have. Our patients can't even get a good rest with the constant yelling, shouting and weapons clanging.” Dorian looked bleary-eyed at her and groaned. “How can be so awake and full of energy after last night?” “Maybe I need to come up with a new nickname.” Varric joked. Eirlana only noticed now that they were all nursing severe hangovers, especially Dorian, who grunted and tried to find a more comfortable position to sit. “You sure you are alright Sparkles?” Eirlana saw he was in pain. “Are you not feeling well?” “I am fine.” he groaned. “Please go bother someone else.” “Oh yeah, Dorian about last night...” Iron Bull grinned at him from across the other side of the table. Dorian facepalmed himself. “Discretion isn't your thing, is it?” “I was just wondering if you want your silky underthings back? Found them after you slipped out this morning. Did you leave them as a token? Or wait, did you 'forget' them so you'd have an excuse to come back?” Blackwall almost chocked in his coffee, and Varric froze, his fork full of sausage halfway to his mouth. “If you choose to leave your door unlocked like some savage, I may or may not come.” “Oh, you came. Three times if I remember correctly.” “WHAT?!” came Sera's voice from upstairs, dangling upside down at her feet over the railing. Dorian groaned now he was sure that everyone would know about his little tryst with Iron Bull by noon. Varric had already pulled out his notes and was writing feverishly, mumbling. “This is getting better and better.” Contemplating if it would be wiser to go back to bed, he noticed Eirlana scooting closer to him. Discretely she hovered her hand over his lower back. The pleasant tingle of her healing magic spread over him, taking away the edge. Letting out a sigh of relief Dorian muttered. “Thank you.” Outside the midday bell was ringing, Varric put away his notes and took one last bite. “We better get packing, or I promise you Josephine will watch us do it, and I for one don't want a lesson in how to properly fold clothes.” With everyone leaving Eirlana took the bottles of alcohol from Cabot and walked back to the clinic, she had a lot to finish before they would leave the next morning. . Restless Eirlana put her book away for the fourth time, she couldn't get used to being at the Winter Palace. They had been housed in one of the many guest buildings, that was a smaller version of the Palace itself. The decadence of the place irked her, everything was lustrous marble, heavy brocade, inlaid and embroidered with gold and silver. There was nothing personal to be found, everything was polished and enriched to show off the power and opulence of the Orlesian Empire. She was anxious about tonight's ball, not that she hadn't prepared for anything imaginable, but her past experiences with nobles weren't the best. Tired of wandering through her own room, she slipped into Solas' through the small discrete door of their adjoined chambers. Solas sat comfortably in a lounge chair, reading in front of the open balcony doors. The room had changed in the two days that had been here. He had moved some of the furniture around, and an extra table had been brought in. On it, several books were spread out, opened and marked at various passages, his written notes lying scattered among them. The clothes he had worn lay discarded on a sofa, next to his open clothing-chest that was rummaged through. Looking around, Eirlana couldn't help but laugh, even surrounded by all this display of wealth and glitter he was acting like he was at home. Solas raised his eyes up from the book he was reading. “Something amuses you, vhenan?” “It seems like you have made yourself at home here.” She began to fold and put away his clothes, shaking her head at how much he had managed to get the room in disarray in such a short time. She wondered how a man, who was so precise and careful in his studies and paintings, could have such a hard time doing the most simple mundane tasks. It struck her how relaxed he was, as if he belonged here, not a stranger to the overbearing riches surrounding them. His presence calmed her down, and she was relieved he would be at her side tonight. Having finished tidying up a little, she took a cushion and sat down at his feet, leaning against his legs. Solas continued to read, but his hand reached out to her, softly stroking her head and neck. Enjoying the simple gesture, Eirlana stole loving glances at him. It was comforting he was acting like this was any other place, he hadn't wavered even once since they had arrived. With a confidence out of this world, he walked around as if he had visited the Winter Palace countless times before. She took his hand and let her lips glide over the back of it. Exhaling Solas looked down at her. Seeing his warm gaze made her heart flutter. Making occasional eye contact, she slowly kissed along his hand, his nostrils flared when she reached his fingertips. “Careful vhenan, you are playing with fire.” he growled. After the Dales, Eirlana felt more comfortable at being intimate, knowing that she could trust him made her more confident. Teasingly she scraped her teeth over his fingertip, making him groan. It was somehow empowering that she could do this to him, that she alone could so easily chip his masks away. He showed her parts of himself only she knew. She squealed when he suddenly pulled her up and onto his lap. His book fell forgotten to the ground. Laughing she tried to escape from his entrapping arms. “I have warned you.” he hummed and started to peck her on her nose and face. Suddenly he gasped when she touched him with an ice-cold hand. “I think I can handle fire.” she smiled at him challenging, biting playfully in his nose. “You little...” before he could finish his sentence they were kissing. . There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me Sir, but do you know... Oh, I beg your pardon.” It was Rosie one of the elven servants within the Inquisition. “Sorry for the interruption, but I have been looking for you, Miss. Your bath is ready.” She had been appointed to them for a couple of weeks now. At first, Eirlana had been reluctant to have a servant, but Rosie's charming open personality had made quick work of any objections she had. “Don't worry Miss, you have your job, and I have mine. Mine just happens to be to make your life a little easier.” she had said when she introduced herself to them. Trapped in Solas' arms Eirlana flustered “My bath? But the ball isn't until tonight.” “And we have to get you ready. There is so much to do. After the bath, we must prepare and curl your hair, manicure your feet and hands. I have some...” Rolling her eyes Eirlana groaned. “All right, I am coming.” Amused Solas listened, he was glad that they were getting along, especially because Rosie was one of his spies. Under those blond curls, rosy cheeks and friendly smile lay a natural snoop and a woman who could take care of herself. She had the critical task to listen in to the whispers behind their backs and warn him if anyone tried to pry around, especially when they were gone. His secrets were well hidden, but it was good to know who was interested in them. It was also a reassuring thought someone was looking after Eirlana when he was away. Eirlana leaned against him before she slipped from his arms with a sigh. Reluctantly he let go of her. He was thrilled that she was becoming more comfortable in her own skin, but especially on days like these, when she was exploring her own comfort zone, it was difficult for him to pull back. It took him a while, after they had left, before he could focus on his reading again. . Checking himself in the mirror one last time, Solas couldn't help but smirk. They may introduce him as a servant tonight, but no one in their right mind would believe it. He was wearing a set of tight dark brown leather leggings, his foot-wrappings, made from the same material, were wrapped in a criss-cross pattern halfway up his calves. His long, high collared, sleeveless vest, was made from heavy brocade. The dark brown fabric was richly embroidered with golden leaves and branches, with deep red and black details. The vest had a split in the back, and a cuff of dark fur attached over his right shoulder, decorated with a pin of the Inquisition. Around his waist, a tan leather belt embellished with golden leaves was bound. Under the vest, he wore a tailored white silken shirt with slightly billowing sleeves. As a finishing touch, he put on a pair of dark brown leather gloves, with an elven leaf pattern stitched onto them. Pleased with himself he took the elongated jewellery box that lay ready and went to the hall to join the others. Noticing his change in appearance a few eyebrows were raised. “Well, you will certainly ruffle some feathers tonight.” Dorian commented. “Hmph.” Vivienne huffed clad in a golden and red evening gown with one of her signature wide standing collars and headdresses. She was clearly not impressed with his non-hedge-mage appearance. “Oh, my.” Dorian said, and Solas turned to where he was looking. “Maker's breath.” Cullen whispered, and Varric whistled softly when Eirlana came down the stairs. Lost for words Solas could only stare at her, it was a sight he would remember forever. Where he and the others had chosen for heavy fabrics, golden and bold colours, she was a breath of fresh air. She wore a gown with a tight white bodice, a high neckline and a white chocker. An oval opening on her chest showed a little of her skin. The white sleeves were elongated over the back of her hand and attached to her middle finger. A long skirt started at her hips and was made of several layers of a very light fabric. They were cut diagonal at different lengths and dyed in various shades of blue and white. They moved beautifully with every step she took. Over her bodice, she wore a low cut tight jacket, in a rich darker blue tone. From its shoulders fell long open flared sleeves, that were bound together in intervals along her upper arms. The fabric was silvery embroidered with an old elven leaf-pattern. When she walked, her bare toes slipped from under her skirt. Her hair was partially pinned up in an elegant updo of several loose braids and twisted tresses. The rest hang loose in a long waterfall of curls and waves. Expect for a silver pin of the Inquisition, she wore only one piece of jewellery. A single silver earpiece, depicting an elfroot plant that curled along and around her ear. Tiny silver chains hung down at the tip of her ear, emphasising she was elven. A hint of make-up adorned her lips and eyes. Joining the others, Eirlana walked towards Solas. “You look beautiful.” she smiled at him and blushed lightly, surprised at her own comment. Solas chuckled. “That would be my line, my Lady.” He bowed before her and gave her a courtesy kiss on her hand. Then he leaned towards her and whispered. “Vhenan, you are a vision. You take my breath away.” making her blush a shade deeper. Ryan was the last to join them, with everyone gathered they got to the carriages and horses. An honour guard was waiting to accompany the Inquisitor to the main entrance of the Winter Palace. Solas had chosen to ride his hart for the short trip, giving him the opportunity to leave if he needed to. With everyone moving he held onto Eirlana's hand and waited. “Vhenan, I have a gift for you.” he handed her the jewellery box. Surprised she stared at it and him before she stammered. “Solas. I... Thank you.” Carefully she opened it. On a cushion lay a beautiful necklace composed of strings of small silver snowflakes, some of them embedded with tiny blue stones. At its centre was a silver pendant, depicting a wolf asleep in the snow. With its head resting on its tail it lay protectively curled around a bright blue crystal. “It is lovely.” Carefully she touched it with her fingertips, she was amazed at the level of detail of the engravings down to the wolfs fur. “Here let me.” Solas took the necklace and stepped behind her. Her heart was beating wildly when she lifted her hair, so he could secure it around her neck.

Touching the pendant, she smiled shyly at him. “Thank you, it is wonderful.” A warmth spread through him, he had designed the necklace especially for her, the wolf meaning so much more to him than the old elven sign of protection. It was his symbol, a part of his name, a part of who he was, but it was also a representation of how he felt about her and how she affected him. Hoping that one day he could tell her the truth about himself he lifted her on his hart and rode after the others. . The ball was drenched in all the flaunting and boasting Solas expected. They had spared no expense for the peace-talks. Grant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, shining their glittering light on the polished marble floors, and the golden surfaces of the pillars, statues, furniture or even the simple door handles. Draperies of blue satin and brocade decorated the halls and walls, and a heavy scent of incense and perfumes hung in the air. Servants in elegant uniforms and simple royal masks walked around, their trays filled with countless small artworks of dishes, and crystal glasses filled with the best wines Orlais could offer, all eagerly consumed by the many guests. Everyone with a shimmer of a title had come to witness the outcome of tonight and to steal a glimpse at the fabled Inquisitor. Dressed to impress they tried to outshine each other, in huge gowns, puffed sleeves, ruffles, grand hats, masks heavily inlaid with jewels, tightly tied corsets and colourful fans. If you walked around, you wouldn't suspect that the country was at war, not to mention suffering from the aftermath of the Breach and the rifts. Nothing had changed Solas thought, even after thousands of years had passed, the people in power still fought and played their silly pitiful games, never satisfied, always wanting more. Hidden behind their masks, they were slaves to their prestige, wealth and titles, thinking that they were more important than any other being on earth. Attached from what was really important they fought like hens and roosters in a henhouse, always trying to better their status. With some amusement, Solas noticed that more than one pair of eyes behind the masks was directed at him and Eirlana, as they made their way to their designated area. Whispers followed them through the halls. “Even the Inquisitor has brought elves.” “Tsss, I would watch your jewellery, if I were you.” “Is this even allowed?” “Celene's orders my dear.” “Never seen one like that.” “Where can I get one of those?” They clearly didn't know what to make of them. He felt Eirlana tensing up next to him; clearly, a little overwhelmed by all the people and whispers around them. Leaning closer to her ear he spoke softly in elven so no one could understand them. Don't worry vhenan. Remember under those masks they are just people. If it helps imagine, them in Vivienne's dress.” “Solas.” she gasped, a little shocked by his boldness, but she smiled imagining just that. . Iron Bull watched the two elves with renewed interest, especially Solas. His whole demeanour had transformed, something that couldn't just be explained away by his change of clothes. He knew that there was very little that could rattle the quiet apostate, but he didn't expect him to be this calm and composed. He stood out. He was walking around with an ease and confidence, like he was used to these gathering. It was as if he were of noble birth himself, something that wasn't possible. Bull had to grin when Solas talked softly to Eirlana, his eyes and movements telling everyone who watched them that she was his and that they shared an intimacy no one could touch. A couple of noble ladies even blushed and started to whisper behind their fans, as if they had seen something private and forbidden. As amusing as it was Iron Bull couldn't help but feel something was off. He had spent some time to discover more about them after the tip-off form Dalish but found nothing. They both were very diligent in their work and helping the Inquisition, almost a little too diligent in his opinion. Nothing had jumped out apart from their unique views on magic, and the occasional disagreement with Ryan. Making a mental note to dig a little more into their pasts he directed his attention back to the nobles and servants, every single one of them liars, spies and schemers, it would be hard to find out who was lying about what. . The ball soon turned into the bloody and twisted affair they all had feared. Solas found it almost disturbing how Ryan was handling the nobles and the Game with an alarming ease. Whenever the ball permitted it he, Ryan, Cassandra and Blackwall slipped away to uncover the secrets and plots behind the scenes. It didn't come as a shock to Solas to see that the servants and guards had paid with their lives for this pity feud within the royal family. Like always the common people were paying the price, just like the People had paid his. As expected the Venatori had infiltrated the palace, the challenge was to find out who amongst the more influential people was colluding with them. The runs behind the scenes were always short and quick, so they would be back before the Inquisitor would be missed. After checking himself for dirt and blood, Solas walked around, before returning to his post in one of the side wings. With growing interest, he studied the people around him and was surprised at how he was soaking up the dense layer of intrigue, plays of power, danger and sex. It was a silent pleasure he hadn't indulged in for so long, the open secrets, the fainted interests and amazement, the little well placed accidental touches, fake giggles and subtle whispers. It reminded him of the feasts of Elvhenan, of what once was his home, though with far less magic, boasting and obsequious flattery. Everyone was acting, watching, faking, no one was bold enough to be themselves. Even he was playing a role, though he was showing more of his true nature then he originally had planned. An elven servant tried her best to look seductively at him, as she filled his glass again. Solas noticed he was enjoying the attention he was getting, the stolen glances of the nobles, the elves watching him with interest. It was just like everyone used to watch him back in Arlathan. He was the wild card, dangerous, trusted and feared by everyone. Even when his world had been rotten to the core, it also had its beauty, freedom and unlimited potential. His ears twitched when he heard another demeaning remark about the elves. It was repulsive how the nobles saw them as nothing more like objects, lesser beings, mere sub-humans to do their bidding. Officially there was no slavery in Orlais, but he knew that most elves toiled for meagre wages. There were exceptions of course, highly trained entertainers and bards that were kept by the nobles like prized pets or possessions. Strolling through the halls, Solas got sight of Briala. He already had a brief encounter with her, hunting down some Venatori. In her short chat with the Inquisitor, she gave him the impression she was a capable and very calculating woman. In just the few months she possessed the key to part of the eluvian network, she had used it very efficiently to rally the elves of Orlais. Seeing the hardened woman giving polite smiles if need be, he was reminded of Felassans companionship towards her. Solas knew he had to approach Briala someday, to get the key he needed to rewrite and take control of the eluvians. Observing her a while, he wondered how Felassan could have seen her in Briala. Even when he now saw she was resourceful and brave to stand up for her people. It was a far cry from what she had done and the way she had changed him. His eyes wandered to Eirlana, who was talking with Josephine to some nobles, wondering who was changing him more. His stomach fluttered seeing Eirlana standing amongst them, she was one of the most kind-hearted, strongest, loving, beautiful and intelligent people he had ever known. He shook his head, she had been right, he hadn't known what love was, that is until now. He noticed a group of nobles whispering and pointing towards Eirlana. One of them, an older man, Solas recognised, the Lord of Val Colline, nicknamed the Pig of Colline, a man with a horrible reputation, with a distinct taste for elves according to the reports. To some extent, Solas didn't mind the growing attention Eirlana was receiving, but seeing the openly lusty stares, especially from such a man, as if she was some trophy to conquer and posses, had him on edge. . It was over, more blood had been spilt, another scheme completed and a new puppet sat on the throne. Solas took a sip of his glass, he could have guessed that Ryan would choose to support Gaspard. It was another military victory for the Inquisition, who now would have the full support of Orlais to fight Corypheus. It would be interesting to see what their powerful allies would do once the Inquisitions usefulness would disappear. For now, there was a macabre sort of cheerfulness in the air, after all the Queen had just been assassinated by the sister of the new designated ruler. Ryan's choices tonight would have repercussions for years to come. Leaning against a pillar, Solas continued to observe the nobles and their games. The sweetness of the wine lingered on his tongue, indulging himself he took another glass, knowing he already drank more then he should. Finally free from Josephine, Eirlana searched for Solas. Josephine hadn't lied when she told her that several families in Orlais had taken an interest in her. Her jaw ached from the forced polite smiles, and her head was swimming from all the small talk she had endured. To her relief most nobles she had been introduced to, were polite and friendly, they were family members of people she had saved, she even recognised some of them from the battlefields. Sadly most of the other nobles acted like she expected and their stares and whispers made her very uncomfortable. Now she was just tired and hoping she could leave soon. Solas noticed Eirlana, with a smile he gazed at her. She looked so fair this evening, it made his heart beat faster. He didn't miss the dark look she gave Ryan when she passed him; clearly, she was not pleased he had sent her out of the ballroom just before the assassination happened. The Inquisitor had shown he had mastered the Game this night, calculating and manipulating everything to his best advantage. “There you are.” Eirlana was relieved she finally found Solas. “Do you want to get some air?” She looked hopeful at him. He nodded and escorted her to one of the more quieter gardens. The laughter and music grew more distant as they made their way along the winding paths leading through the artful trimmed bushes. The night was pleasantly cool, and the air was filled with the honey-sweet scent of blooming flowers. Small lanterns had been lighted, and benches placed in alcoves occupied by a few couples trying to steal a private moment. “It feels good to be out here.” Eirlana stretched her back, glad the end of the ball was in sight. “I had the feeling I was watched the whole time and that someone was always waiting for me to make a mistake. I can't imagine anyone is enjoying themselves tonight.” “I noticed Vivienne had an extra thick layer of importance and snugness around her.” Eirlana giggled, Solas' opinion about Vivienne had taken a more cynical form ever since she lectured them both about proper court magic. “What about you? You looked more at ease here than I would have thought.” “The costumes may have changed, but the powerful have always acted the same as you well know. Empires come and go with the flow of time, with only their memories remaining in the Fade. Tonight was no exception.” “Seen is not the same as walking amongst them.” “True.” Solas said after a while, he didn't know what else to say. Every excuse he could think of sounded to fake or was one he didn't want to tell her. They came to a small square surrounded by bushes of roses in different shades and lighted by several lanterns. Turning towards him, Eirlana lightly took hold of his hands and intertwined their fingers. “I wish it were just the two of us tonight.” she spoke softly. Standing close together they both relished this short moment of peace. Solas leaned forward to kiss her, but she stepped away from him. Still holding his right hand, she turned her body and with a twinkle in her eye, she smiled at him knowingly. Solas recognised the way she moved her body, he was very familiar with that stance. “How do you?” “You are not the only one who has wandered the Fade and seen things.” Eirlana locked her eyes with his. She looked so beautiful, it took Solas breath away. Her eyes drew him in, as if she was leading him to a new world, one she created and only she knew the secret to. A peaceful world full of wonders, where to old and new were in harmony. He gladly stepped into it, but in his heart, he knew it was a dream that would never come to pass. He matched her stance, and they began to dance to the faint distant music. It was an ancient elven dance, one the world hadn't seen for thousands of years. Having only practised the dance a few times in the Fade, Eirlana missed a few steps, but soon she followed Solas' lead, and they glided over their private little square. Gradually the music changed its rhythm and slowed down, staying in tune they began to dance slower, more intimate. With grace, Solas moved behind her, stepping closer to her. Pressing his chest against her back, he leaned into her, curling his arms around her waist. Eirlana could feel his heat through their clothes, swaying to the music she leaned back, letting her head rest against his. Resting her arms on his she closed her eyes, she lost herself in the moment, a pleasant shiver spread through her feeling his warm breath brushing her ear. . “Eh, ehm” Iron Bull coughed. “Sorry guys, but the boss is asking for you.” Solas sighed as reality came crashing back, he wanted nothing more than to disappear at that moment. To take Eirlana far away so he could have her all to himself, without any annoying disturbances. He didn't miss Iron Bull's subtle gesture that something was amiss. Holding onto Eirlana more firmly he kissed her temple. “Stay here, I will be right back vhenan.” “But he said...” “I will see what he wants, wait for me here.” He followed Iron Bull back inside. “Sorry I had to barge in, but you know...” Solas motioned that it was all right, it wasn't as if it was the first time someone walked into them. He had a bad feeling what he would find after Iron Bull's gestures, his instincts warning him to be cautious. It was worse than he expected, the Inquisitor was drunk from the wine and intoxicated by his successes of the night. As the victor, he was surrounded by several nobles showering him with praise and flattery, hoping to get on his good side. Like a plague, they clung to him, sneaky and selfishly attempting to gain the most out of the spoils after the bloodshed. What was most alarming to Solas was to see the Pig of Colline among them, as well as other nobles with a more questionable reputation. “Solass, there you are.” Ryan's voice slurred a little from the wine. “I was jusst trying to explain to these fine people how you do your... your thingss.” “It is most fascinating to hear the grand deeds of the Inquisition by Andraste's Champion himself.” the Lord of Val Colline stepped in, looking with interest at Solas, his eyes searching the room behind him. “May I ask, where is your lovely companion of this evening?” Seeing the disgusting leering look in the man's eyes made Solas sick. Fighting down the urge to set him on fire and strike him down, Solas knew right then that he needed to remove this monster. From his spies he knew Briala was planning to make her move against the Pig, he needed to contact his agents to assist her. Maybe this was the opportunity to help her and gain her trust, all was it a little faster than planned. “My apologies but she already left, it has been a long and trying night.” Solas answered politely. “Can I be of any further assistance Inquisitor?”

Seeing Ryan was already talking with someone else he made a small courtesy bow and left, after all, he was playing the role of a manservant. On his way back he spotted Josephine, quickly he stepped towards her. “The Inquisitor is trying hard to make the wrong kind of friends.” he said to her discretely. To his relief her eyes went big and searched immediately for Ryan, seeing him she thanked Solas and went to him. Trusting she would sort things out Solas resumed his way, it was high time to leave this ball. He needed to get Eirlana away from here fast. Angry at Ryan's ignorance and stupidity he walked back into the gardens. His ears twitched when he picked up Eirlana's giggle from afar, unwittingly he quickened his pace through the winding hedges. He stopped in his tracks when he saw her and Cullen sitting on a bench under a magnificent climbing rose. Cullen was brushing his neck, smiling fondly at Eirlana, who giggled about something he said. Already agitated and the wine running through his veins Solas briskly walked towards them. “Solas.” Eirlana greeted him cheerfully. He forced himself to calm down. “Vhenan, if you wish, we have permission to leave.” Noticing something was off, she nodded and turned towards Cullen. “Good night Cullen.” Cullen opened his mouth, but froze a moment, before he mumbled. “Good night.”

For a while Cullen stared after them, he already had received some not so friendly looks from Solas, but this was the most hostile one yet. His message was clear, back off she is mine. Not that Cullen didn't know that, but smothering his own feelings was sometimes tricky, especially in moments like these. He had come to the gardens to escape the annoying nobles that had pestered him all night long. It was a pleasant surprise when he came upon Eirlana, she looked so beautiful, and before he knew it, he approached her. They ended up talking on the bench, both complaining and laughing about the ridiculousness of the nobles. It made him happy that so much had changed between them, ever since the day she and Solas had stumbled into Haven. She made him smile, and he couldn't help that he sometimes wished for a future together with her. It was an impossible dream of a future free of the order, free of the pain, a future in which he was living happily with her at his side in a simple house in Fereldan. Cullen shook his head, knowing that it would never happen, it would be a miracle if he managed only one of those things. He didn't blame Solas' reaction, in part he could understand him, especially tonight. Eirlana kept silent until she and Solas rode away from the palace. She saw he was struggling, something had happened that put him on edge. “Solas what is wrong?” He kept riding without answering, not trusting his emotions. The desire to take her away and protect her from all that was wrong in this world had never been stronger. He wanted to lock her away in one of his created realms, hidden away, guarded and cared for by people he could trust. It was a selfish desire, one that would put her back in a cage. Even when it would be a golden one, it would still be a cage. “Solas!” she took hold of his face forcing him to look at her. He swallowed hard, fighting his own impulses. “I am sorry vhenan. I couldn't stand those nobles and the Inquisitor any longer. I needed to get you away from there.” . Entering her room, Eirlana let out a sigh. She felt like she could breathe again. Solas followed her, and with a flick of his wrist, he lit the candles in her room. To her relief, he had calmed down a little, but something had rattled him, and a strange tension was lingering between them. Not knowing how she should act she started to pull some of the pins out of her hair. Looking in the mirror she caught him staring at her with an intense burning gaze that made her shiver, and her heart beat faster. Watching him, she opened her jacket and let it slip off, revealing her laced up back. Suddenly Solas averted his eyes and walked away, opening the door separating their rooms. Confused she spun around. “Solas.” The word was out of her mouth before she could make up her mind what to do. She knew only one thing, she didn't want him to leave. He looked at her questioningly, and she turned and pulled her hair over her shoulder to the front. “Can you help me open this?” “Of course vhenan.” his voice sounded strained. Her breath hitched when he stepped closer and touched her. He had taken off his gloves, and his warm hand brushed along her neck before his nimble fingers started to unlace her. The tension she felt intensified with every single touch on her skin. Solas tried to focus on the task she requested with difficulty. His desire for her was set aflame by the wine and the events of the evening, seeing her back slowly unveiling added only more fuel to the fire burning within him. This was getting dangerous, he needed to leave before he did something inexcusable. For a moment his hand hovered over her naked skin before he pulled it back. Clenching his fist he abruptly turned around, “Good night, sleep well.” and with a few paces, he was through the door. Eirlana stared at the closed door, she could guess why he had left, his burning stare told her enough. Now alone, a sadness spread through her. Reaching over her shoulder, she touched her back still heated from his touch. What should she do? Alone in his room Solas ripped off his vest and opened his shirt, a few buttons flew off in the process. He flung open the balcony doors to let the night air in, he needed to cool off. His eyes caught sight of a flagon of wine, and he poured himself a glass. After he took a big gulp, he filled it back up again. His blood was boiling, fuelled by the alcohol and the jealousy he felt thinking back at all the men that had paid Eirlana to much attention during the night. A part of him was pushing him to give in, to stake his claim, to take her and let the world know she was his. He felt disgusted with himself to have these thoughts, they were part of the selfish monster he thought he had left behind. It made him sick that his dark, selfish side was so easily resurfacing by a few greedy stares of a couple of shemlen. His emotions in turmoil he noticed the candles going out in her room. Letting out a deep sigh he closed his eyes, this would have been so much easier if he had listened to himself and buried his feelings. He laughed at himself, when had he ever chosen the easy road. No, even when he had many regrets in his life, he would never regret meeting her, she was his light in a dark time, a blessing he didn't deserve. In a big swig, he emptied the glass cursing his own desires, cursing his past and his task. Letting out another sigh, he reached out for the flagon once more, knowing he would regret drinking so much in the morning. . “Solas?” Solas froze, he hadn't heard Eirlana come in, slowly he turned around and swallowed. Clad in only a sleeveless nightgown and a shawl she stood behind him, her hair loosely pinned up. The moonlight pouring through the windows engulfed her in a surreal light, and for a moment Solas thought he was dreaming, that she was an illusion. Why was she here? He didn't move, frightened to chase her away, scared that she would disappear at any moment. She stepped closer and reached out to him. He took in a sharp breath when her fingers touched his bare chest feather-lightly. Slowly she brushed her lips against his, kissing him tenderly. His resolve was wearing very thin, he had to stop this, he couldn't... “Vhenan?” he broke away from her. “I want to spend the night with you.”

Solas couldn't believe what she just said, she couldn't possibly want to... Eirlana's eyes drew him in, she looked so beautiful, slowly she let her shawl slip from her shoulders. Stunned he watched her, his body already reacting to her presence. Suddenly the dream was shattered when her hand went to his groin, taking it with a delightful pressure, his manhood responding immediately. With a strangled grown he quickly pushed her back. “Sorry! Did I hurt you?” startled by his reaction, she panicked, she had done something wrong. Taking a deep breath to calm himself Solas tried to recover, never would he have expected that from her, it was the total opposite of her otherwise shy and hesitant demeanour. Seeing her reaction only affirmed what he already knew. Everyone had always taken from her, demanded from her, used her. No one had ever loved her, cared for her, showed her what it meant to be together. “No, vhenan.” Solas said a little out of breath. He closed the balcony doors, giving himself a few moments to realise that this was reality. He stepped towards her and saw she was rattled, her mind searching where she had gone wrong. He had scared her and at that moment all of his objections and reason were not important. Softly he caressed her cheek, he wanted nothing more than to banish all of her bad memories. Slowly he started to kiss her and mumbled: “Just let us go a little slower.” His hands stroked her bare arms. Tentative Eirlana raised her hands to touch his chest. Solas could tell she was now questioning every move she made. He didn't want this, he wanted her to enjoy every moment, to receive her touch because she wanted to, not because she felt obliged to. Taking her hand, he brought it to his lips placing sweet kisses on it. . Slower, it was easier said than done Eirlana thought. She didn't know what to do, she felt hesitant to touch him. Not that she was a stranger to sex, but for her, it had always been connected with shame, disgust and pain. She knew it shouldn't be like that. She wanted to be with Solas, to feel his love and touch, and to give him pleasure in return, but now there was a growing knot in the pit of her stomach, fearing she would do something wrong again or spoil the mood. With her insecurities returning, she questioned all she knew. She was afraid to touch him, afraid she wouldn't touch him enough, afraid to disappoint him. Inhaling sharply, her thoughts were disrupted when Solas started to suck and lick at the delicate skin of her inner wrist. A pleasant shiver ran along her spine when he continued to kiss up her arm, leaving a wet trail that cooled in the night air. Like in their dance, he stepped behind her and leaned into her. Concentrating on him she began to relax again. His lips feathered over her collarbone, and her breath hitched when he reached her sensitive spot. His breath brushed hot against her skin, kissing and nipping her, it made her tingle in delight. Sighing she moved her head to the side, giving in to his touch, his warmth. This is what she wanted, this is why she had chosen to come here. There was nothing to be afraid off, there was nothing she could do wrong. Her confidence returning, Eirlana slipped away from him. Watching him she moved slowly backwards to the bed, pulling her hairpins loose. Seeing him staring at her with admiration and desire empowered her. Smiling at him, she tugged at the straps of her nightgown, leisurely loosening them. Solas had to swallow when her nightgown fluttered down, after briefly resting on her hips it pooled at her feet. Standing naked before him, she looked like a vision, with her delicate developing curves, small breasts, her skin almost translucent in the moonlight and her hair a shimmering fall of waves. For a moment he could only stare at her taking in every detail of her, she was so lovely and yet so vulnerable. Mesmerised Solas stepped towards her, his vest hitting the ground with a thud. “You are so beautiful.” he whispered before capturing her lips, his fingers gliding over her arms. He shuddered in delight when he felt her hands move with confidence over his chest, slipping his shirt off his shoulders. Stopping for a moment, he pressed his forehead against hers. He needed to know. “Are you sure?” Eirlana brushed her nose against his, before kissing him tenderly. “Yes and no.” she smiled. It was the truth, there was a strange mixture of want, desire, fear and anticipation inside of her. “And you?” “Yes and no.” Solas confessed, he wanted nothing more than to love her, to touch and feel her, but he was also still keeping the truth from her. Who he was, what he had done and must do in the future. They both laughed nervously, as if they were lovestruck teenagers, getting intimate for the first time. . Sitting down on the bed, Solas slowly pulled Eirlana back, so they were both lying down. He was careful not to lean too much over her, so she had room to retreat if she needed to. They kissed again, and his hands began to wander over her, exploring her sides and stomach, caressing her softly. Leaving her lips, he kissed down her neck and collarbone, before travelling down on her chest. He could hear she was holding her breath when he almost reached her breasts. He skimmed the edge of them, brushing his nose along the soft rising mounts, before moving lower to her ribs. She tensed when he started to lightly kiss her there, dragging his inner part of his upper lip along the exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps that spread over her body. His hands moved all along her figure, cherishing every part of her skin. He kept her on the edge of tickling, caressing her with his lips and tongue until her breath sped up and her stomach began to pulse under his every touch. Only then he moved back up towards her breasts. Taking his time he gently stroked his thumbs along them and placed soft kisses on the tender flesh. Her breath hitched when he finally reached her nipple and took it into his mouth, gently sucking it. He smiled hearing her beautiful moan when his tongue began to lick and roll around. Cupping her breasts more firmly he began to knead them, alternating between them with his fingers, mouth and tongue, teasing her nipples until they turned into stiff peaks. “Solas.” Eirlana panted, she was not sure what she should do. This was so different from what she knew. His hands were on a journey to explore and cherish every part of her, her body was reacting in ways she had never felt before. Afraid of these new sensations and afraid she wasn't doing enough, she desperately took hold of his arms. Solas halted and kissed her on her lips again, looking deep into her eyes. “Shh, don't worry. Just do what feels good for you.” he gave her another heart-throbbing kiss. “I won't stop until I have tasted every part of you.” Her stomach fluttered hearing his low heated voice and seeing his burning but reassuring gaze. Stroking and kissing her, Solas kept his attention on her upper body, giving Eirlana time to relax again. He wanted to show her there was nothing to fear and give her pleasures she had never experienced before. He wished for her to come undone by his touch, to burn her past away and replace it with all the love, tenderness and sweetness he could bestow upon her. . Eirlana felt a strange tension spread through her, but it wasn't an unpleasant one, rather a wonderful anticipation for what was to come. It was as if a burden was disappearing from her shoulders, taking away her doubt, her fear and her shame, all that was left was Solas and his love. Slowly her hands began to move again. She wanted to feel more of him, to explore his body in turn, she loved him with all her heart and wanted him to feel the same pleasure as he gave her. Giving in to her instincts she began to move, her touches and kisses becoming more confident. Her fingers traced and caressed his muscular body and moving her legs she glided them along his, making Solas hum. His mouth began his journey again, after giving her breast some more attention he continued downwards. Her stomach clenched, and she let out a breathing laugh when his lips fluttered lower than before, teasing her taunt sensitive muscles. Gradually Solas let his body slip off the bed until he was on his knees. A little out of breath Eirlana sat up leaning on her elbows, wondering why he moved to the floor. Her breath hitched when he took her feet and pressed a kiss on them and started to work his way up her legs, kissing, caressing, kneading, tasting, worshipping every inch of her skin. Solas was careful when he slowly parted her legs, knowing that it could make her uncomfortable. He watched her closely when he began to stroke her inner thighs. Eirlana held her breath, her first reaction was to close her legs, but by now her mind and body were in a heated haze of anticipation and pleasure. As much as she feared to be touched there, she also wanted it. Seeing how tense she was Solas got up. After kissing her, he pulled several thick cushions towards them, arranging them so she could lie more upright and see what he was about to do. “You are wonderful.” he whispered in her ear. With care, he parted her legs again, kneeling down between them. Not stopping caressing her, he stared at her most intimate parts, even here her hair was white. The sparse soft curls started on her mound of Venus and covered her nether lips leading to her pink folds. Kissing her on her stomach, he slowly made his way to her mound. He could hear her holding her breath again when he started to kiss, lick and suck gently at this soft part of her body, gradually he moved lower until he almost had reached her outer lips. “Solas don't.” Eirlana reached for his face and pushed it away, her voice a heady mix of uncertainty and desire. He looked at her, his eyes filled with love, lust and promise. Pressing her hand against his cheek, he looked her deep in the eyes. “I said I wanted to taste every part of you.” Not breaking eye-contact he turned his head slightly and scraped his teeth over her fingers, nipping softly at her fingertips. Eirlana shuddered and slowly let go of his head and sunk back into the cushions. Solas started to kiss her mound again, slowly moving lower. He could smell her heavy scent of sex, and he couldn't wait to let her drown in ecstasy. Carefully he licked and kissed her outer folds before he parted them. Seeing the gleam of her arousal heightened his own. Eagerly he let his tongue roll over her inner folds and moaned loudly being finally able to taste her. Grabbing the sheets to prevent herself from pushing him back again, Eirlana trembled when she saw him staring in fascination at her most intimate parts. She inhaled sharply when his tongue suddenly moved all over her, the sensation and the vibrations of his voice overwhelming her senses. Her heartbeat sped even more as he kept going, flooding her with sweet pleasure. She wanted to touch something of him, but his body was out of her reach, desperately her hand went for his head again but this time not to push him away. Feeling her stroke his head Solas started to kiss and lick her more intensely, with intervals he looked up at her. She looked gorgeous with her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half hooded. Her whole expression telling him she enjoyed every move he made. With his thumbs massaging her mound of Venus he slowly kissed and licked her deeper, time and time again he moved up and teased her on and around her pearl, sucking it gently. Gradually Eirlana's soft moans became louder and more intense, her nails scraping lightly over his scalp. He pulled at her nether lips with his mouth, cherishing and loving every part of her, eating her out more and more. He had to moan when she finally let go completely and parted her legs even more for him, he could taste her heightened arousal. Slowly he let one finger enter her, she was so warm and moist. He felt her stiffen at the intrusion, but he kept licking and kissing her until she relaxed again. With care he began to move his finger, adding one more after a while, massaging her soft passage from within. “ Solas.” Eirlana panted, her body felt like it was on fire from the pleasure he brought her. Whatever he was doing she didn't want him to stop. She groaned and arched her back when he suddenly reached a particular spot within her. He growled, knowing he was the one who did this to her, wanting to give her more he kept moving his fingers, his tongue licking and rolling all over and around her throbbing pearl. He felt her inner walls twitch, not stopping he kept going, knowing she wasn't far from her climax. He curled his fingers inside of her, teasing her spot again. Suddenly she pressed his face against her core, closing her legs around him in her peak. It was exhilarating to feel her clamping onto him, her inner walls pulsing around his fingers. With skilled hands he kept touching and caressing her, drawing out her peak. . Getting back at his feet Solas smiled at Eirlana, her pupils blown wide apart by her arousal, her whole body glowing with pleasure. Letting her catch her breath, he stripped off his last clothes. He sighed, when his throbbing member hit the crisp air, finally free from its confinement. Ignoring the urge to touch himself, he sat down next to her. Recovering from her orgasm Eirlana moved upright and leaned against him. Wanting to have her all the control and freedom she needed, he pulled her on his lap, making sure his member was securely trapped between their stomachs. Lovingly Eirlana straddled him, embracing him she pressed herself against his warm body. Coming down from her high she lazily kissed him tasting herself on him. Solas groaned when her tongue slipped over his lips, opening his mouth they entwined their tongues together. It was wonderful to feel her heated body against his, he brushed aside her hair and raked his nails teasingly over her spine. She arched her back beautifully to his touch, pushing her breast forward with her nipples still hard and sensitive from his earlier ministrations. Eagerly he took them into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them. Her hands grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him back. Moaning Solas let go, thrilled she was taking control. With lust filled eyes Eirlana kissed him desperately. This was so different, this felt so right. In the past, she had learned to quickly finish the job so she would be left alone again. Never had she enjoyed to give pleasure to someone else. Now she was fascinated how Solas responded to her every touch, how his breath hitched and his muscles flexed under her exploring fingers. She let her hands glide over his body, kneading him, scraping her nails over his skin and could feel his trapped member throbbing against her stomach. Grabbing his head, she pulled it to the side giving her access to his neck. Her lips roamed along it, licking, and scraping her teeth against his muscle. When she bit down on him, she could feel him shiver, thrilled she bit him harder, sucking and rolling her tongue over his flesh. Feeling him grab her more tightly at her hips, she experimentally rolled her hips, pressing her heated centre against the base of his member. The moans that escaped Solas made her smile, and she continued her journey, revelling in the pleasure she brought him, wondering how he would react to what touch. Solas had to force himself to keep his hands still, to give her time to explore him at her own pace. It was exhilarating to feel her move freely against him seeking out her and his pleasure. When she tried to grip his head, he wished he had still his hair, so he could feel her pull it. With closed eyes and parted lips, he gave in to her, moving as she wanted, his body shivering when he felt her kissing and licking his neck. A thrill went through him when he felt her biting him, knowing she was leaving a mark for the world to see. When she rolled her lips, he couldn't help but to grab her and push her more against him. He shuddered when she licked him up his neck until her hot breath brushed against his ear, letting him moan again when she traced it with her tongue and bit down lightly at his sensitive ear-tip. His heart almost pounded out of his chest when she whispered. “I want you.” her voice full of want and desire. “Ma lath.” Hearing Solas slightly out of breath and his deep voice loaded with promise and longing made her shiver. Her pounding heart skipped a beat when his words sunk in. Lost for words she kissed him, and hugged him tightly, knowing that he meant every letter from the bottom of his heart. . A little hesitant Eirlana raised her hips, releasing his member that was trapped between them. Solas' hands were resting on her hips, but he was not guiding or pushing her. Looking into his eyes, she guided him to her core and slowly slid down on him. In union their lips parted, breathing in each other's moans, until he was fully seated inside of her. Holding still she leaned against him, her eyes closed. She could feel her walls clenching around him, stretching her, filling her. Solas didn't move. He grasped her waist more tightly, feeling her finally around him, her heat engulfing him. It was almost too much. The feeling was overwhelming for both of them, to be finally connected. “Ar lath ma” her breath brushed along his upper lip. He grasped her waist more tightly, groaning “Ma lath” once again.

They kissed each other long and passionately until they couldn't resist the urge to move any longer. With her arms resting around her shoulder Eirlana rolled her hips, feeling him shift inside her. With her movement Solas slid his hands to her behind, grabbing her cheeks to encourage her. They began at a torturous slow rhythm, that had them both on edge, their bodies wanting more and don't wanting to stop at the same time. She moved her beautifully against him, and teasingly nipped his under lip only to pull away when he tried to kiss her. They both laughed and revelled in their intimacy. Slowly they bodies heated up, making their movements growing bolder and more profound. Eirlana could see Solas was keeping himself back, wanting him to enjoy it as much as she did she stroked his fingers along his ear, knowing what it would do to him. With a muffled groan he trusted up into her, sheeting himself deeper within her. She gasped and smiled against his lips, breathing in his pleasure. They sped up, moving more strongly, smiling at each other, drinking in their shared love and passion. He felt her fingers curling around his head, pulling and pushing him against her neck. His lips brushed against her fast beating pulse, not able to resist the temptation he hungrily bit her there. Hearing her moan his name he feverishly sucked and worried her skin, leaving his mark on her. She began to lose her rhythm and desperately held on to him. Grabbing her hips firmly he took over, guiding her to her release. He could feel her core throbbing around him, telling him she was close. “Solas, please.” she moaned. “Come for me vhenan.” letting go of her, he moved one hand between their bodies and rubbed his finger against her pearl. She shattered around him, her body shivering and throbbing from her second orgasm. Solas buried his fingers into her hips and bit his tongue, to not follow her. He wanted to pleasure her even more and wished this night would never end. He groaned loudly when he felt her pulsing around him, his name on her lips like the sweetest spell. Her fingers dug into his scalp, pressing her body against his as if she wanted for them to melt together. Out of breath and overwhelmed she went limp in his arms. He kissed her shoulder and held her until she caught her breath, his member throbbing within her, urging him to move. Gently Solas lifted Eirlana, hissing when he slipped out of her, slick and wet from her release. He helped her onto the bed, making sure she lay comfortably against the cushions. Moving between her legs he rubbed himself against her opening, scooping up more of her nectar before he entered her again. “Vhenan.” Breathing heavily he waited, making sure she would be alright with him on top of her. He half closed his eyes when he felt her muscles still flutter from her orgasm. When her arms came around him, welcoming him, he groaned. He wanted to move slowly, but her heat and his need made it impossible. Lifting her leg, he changed his angle, and he began to trust, his eyes not leaving hers for a second. His heart soared when her hands grabbed his butt and wrapped her body around his, meeting his thrusts. She was his, and he was hers. His movements were getting deeper and harder. He wanted to bury himself her, wanted to drink every moan and pant from her parted lips. His hunger and pent-up need was taking over as he sped up. He would never forget this moment, he would never get enough of her. Desperately he moved, kissing her feverishly. Eirlana's mind was going blank, her whole world had shrunken to just them. Her body was melting from the heat of their slick skins moving together. Sweat dripped from him onto her body, tickling her skin as it rolled down. His body was moving fluently under her fingers, his muscles were moving in harmony with his trusts. Overtaken by the sensation she dug her nails into him.

Uttering a wild-sounding growl Solas tried to press himself even deeper inside of her, with even more fever he moved even faster, he was so close, so close. Wanting desperately for them to come together he moved his hand and pressed his fingers against her pearl again. Her reaction was almost immediately, her walls clenching around on him, begging for him to let go. With a deep throaty moan, he came, releasing himself deeply inside of her.

With the build-up suddenly gone Solas' body collapsed, sweaty and heated he lay on her, holding her tightly. Catching his breath, he managed to roll off her with some effort, his body shaking from the high he experienced. They both lay still beside each other panting, unable to say a word. Lazily Solas rolled to his side and put his arm on her waist, her skin hot and sticky with perspiration. He started to place a long slow kiss on the first patch of skin he could reach. Eirlana rolled herself against him, unable to believe what she had just experienced. Smiling and out of breath, she snuggled up against him. With their naked bodies entangled, Solas managed to drag one of the sheets across them, after a few long slow kisses they drifted away, both content and sleepy they dozed off, Solas holding her possessively in his arms. . Already half asleep, Solas' ears twitch. Slowly he opened his eyes, seeing Eirlana curled up next to him he snuggled himself against her, closing his eyes again. “Shuffle.” There was that noise again, it sounded like it was coming from just outside his room. Solas was immediately wide awake, carefully he sat upright, listening intensely. There were people on the move outside on the balcony. Silently he moved out of the bed, wanting to reach his staff. Eirlana stirred, waking up by his movements. “Sol...” quickly he covered her mouth. “Shhh.” and motioned towards the door leading to her room. Alarmed by hearing the clear sound of people moving and muffled voices, she also slipped out of bed. Suddenly they saw the door slowly being opened. With a few quick strides Solas had reached his staff, whoever it was next door, their intentions couldn't be good. He felt Eirlana's magic around him as she erected a barrier. The door swung open and armed masked men stepped through it. “There! Capture the elf! Kill the other one.” Solas could see the leader of the men pointing at him and with their blades drawn the men immediately began to attack him. With staff in hand, he shot out his fade fist, sending the first men flying back. Ice shards and lightning flew through the air, killing the next who came through the door. Solas was alarmed, they were here with a purpose. More men poured into the room, stepping over their fallen comrades, Solas tried his best to hold them back when Iron Bull came storming through the door swinging his battle-axe. Other people were moving in the hall, hastening to come to their aid, the noise of the fight had woken quite a few people. With the odds now against them, the leader and a few of his men escaped over the balcony into the night. In just a few moments everything was over. “What happened here?” Cassandra asked, clad in simple linens. “Someone check on the Inquisitor!” “We had a nightly visit.” Solas replied, still naked he picked up his shirt and helped Eirlana cover herself. She was visibly shaken and looked questioning at him, knowing that this was not a random attack. He was also troubled by the leaders call. “Vints, when do these bastards finally learn.” Iron Bull grumbled, then he turned around and started to laugh. “Look that's what a true warrior is like, always ready to fight, even in his birthday-suit. I should have done that.” “Please don't.” Dorian groaned. Putting on a legging, Solas went over the events. This had been the second attack where they targetted him and Eirlana, and their instructions had been clear, capture one, discard the other. His eyes shot for a second to Eirlana, wondering again if it was him or her they wanted. Who had value to them? There was no doubt the Venatori had their spies within the Inquisition, the same as he had, the Qunari, the Orlesian court, Ferelden and no doubt others. It was a miracle that there was not more bloodshed in the halls of Skyhold. Could it be that Corypheus had discovered who he was? Not that wasn't possible, it was far more logical that they knew what the Inquisition knew, and that was that she is a healer and he an expert in elven lore and the Fade. He would be the more logical target. Why had they come into her room? He had entered hers, before moving to his. Had they assumed he was in there? Had they entered the wrong room? He looked again at Eirlana, no it had to be him they were looking for, she had no connection to anything except her role in the Inquisition as a mage and a healer. She would be of no interest to them. They must have discovered his knowledge of the orb, maybe they needed him in the hopes of unlocking it further. Could he use this to lure them out? Still looking at Eirlana he dismissed it immediately, it was too dangerous, they had called for the death of her. A chill went through him, what would have happened had they succeeded in overpowering him. No, he wouldn't risk her well-being, he had to find another way to get to his orb. “They properly went in here to get revenge for tonight. Thank the Maker they failed.” Cassandra sighed before barking more orders to the guards to double their patrols and be on the lookout for those who had fled. . Soon Solas and Eirlana found themselves in Dorian room, who had 'other' arrangements. “Solas?”

He looked at her while he pulled back the sheets so they could finally get some sleep. “Those men they were looking for someone.” She had kept quiet, not knowing why Solas hadn't said something. “I know vhenan.” “Why didn't you tell them?” After some consideration, he answered. “Because I don't want them to put any guards on us. I don't know why or who of us they were targetting. As far as I know, the only person of interest to them is Ryan. If the others knew they were looking for one of us, they would look even more over our shoulders. They would ask questions about what we are doing and why. Being in the Inquisition is hard enough at it is, and I want to continue my work to fight against Corypheus in peace. I don't see the need to worry them even more.” He took her hand and hated himself for manipulating her. “I know it is frightening to be suddenly attacked, but we are safe here. Besides we are both more than capable of defending ourselves and we are protected by the others. Of course, you can share what you have heard with Cassandra, Ryan or the others. I won't ask you to keep silent on my behalf.” She was silent for a moment and then nodded. He embraced her, regretting there was yet another secret she was keeping for him. “I am sorry.” he murmured. It was already getting light, exhausted Eirlana slipped into bed. After casting a ward to make sure they wouldn't be surprised again and shedding his leggings, Solas followed her. Lying down he possessively took her in his arms, she turned her head towards him, and they shared a long lazy kiss. Slipping his hand under the shirt, she was wearing he softly caressed her stomach. ““Ar lath ma”” he whispered and held her tightly, his heart soared when he heard her whisper. “Ma lath” .

With difficulty, Solas woke up. He had far to little sleep, and his head reminded him of his excessive wine consumption of last night. He frowned when he tried to open his eyes, and the sun was greeting him with her bright light. Not wanting to wake up he buried himself back into the cushions. His legs brushed against Eirlana's, and he hummed as the memories of last night came back to him. Snuggling against her he pulled her more into his arms. Awoken by his movements she stretched herself lazily, she smiled at him, mumbling. “Morning.” and kissed him. Sadly their cuddly morning didn't last long. Too soon they had to get up and pack their belonging. It was strange that all their weeks of preparation was packed up in a few hours to return to Skyhold. “Vhenan.” Eirlana turned towards Solas, she had just closed up her clothing chest. She was surprised to see him with another jewellery box in his hand, although this was a smaller one. In it lay another version of the necklace he had given her. It was a simpler version, attached to a couple of leather cords was a silver pendant. It depicted the same sleeping wolf, but the crystal at its centre was smaller and rougher. “I knew you couldn't wear the other one on a daily basis, so I ordered a second one, one you can always wear.” “Oh Solas, it is wonderful.” she hugged him. “Thank you.” . “Solas, did you pack everything?” Iron Bull grinned at him. “Didn't know elves were carrying that much.” They stood with the carriages and horses, waiting for Ryan. Eirlana started to blush at his remark, and Solas decided to just ignore this one. Dorian groaned and slapped Iron Bull on his back. “Enough you savage.” “Hmm savage? Want me to conquer you again?” he closed in on Dorian, trapping him between his chest and one of the carriages. “Erh erhm.” Cassandra rasped her throat. “If you are finished we have to get moving.” “Yes, Mam.” Iron Bull stepped back from a furiously blushing Dorian. Solas shook his head but had to grin at the exchange.

Ma lath – my love

Ar lath ma – I love you

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oakmd · 7 years ago

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Congratulations ! You received 1,000+ followers !

Continue? ▶YES ▷NO

Well, I can’t really express anything but amazement at such an accomplishment, and to be honest I’m pretty blown away that so many of you have stuck with me since the beginning of this blog, and that so many of you enjoy Professor Oak enough to stay. I’ll forever stand by the fact that this blog was the best 'joke’ I ever made, and probably one of the most fulfilling things I’ve actively kept at.

As much as I hope this blog has helped you find comfort and laughter, RPing Professor Oak has definitely changed me for the better, as well. It has given me an outlet to heal parts of myself and provide help to others, and also pushed me to practice positivity even when I know I get so low sometimes that I don’t even want to try. Another bonus is that I have met wonderful people here, most of you just strictly friends on the dash, but I’ve also gained relationships with people that have extended into discord and I’m sure it has made all the difference this past year and a half.

As usual, I’m not really a fan of long-winded gushes of emotion, so I’ll keep it short, but I would really like to have it be known that my love for Professor Oak has grown tremendously, in ways I would have never reached without taking the time to thoughtfully craft his backstory and work to develop him further. I know he’s a very nostalgic character that so many of us know and respect that I’m always very careful of how I choose to build on the image without ruining what’s already there. Out of all my many muses here, this one has seemingly ( and surprisingly ) all at once snuck its way as my primary blog; the blog I always look forward to logging into the most, where I enjoy following your activity whether it be IC or OOC, and just generally enjoy being in the presence of people so passionate about a fandom associated with my childhood. I love this little corner of a community that has welcomed me and engaged with me and unknowingly kept me going, and to look back at my experience and see that I’ve had no trouble at all makes me feel really lucky.

There will never be a way to fully and accurately express my thanks, but I will say it anyway: thank you so much, and I hope that no matter where you go, and no matter what you do, you are trying to be your best, and that you’re happy. Professor Oak will always be there to congratulate you when you reach your dreams.

IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER ( because my mind is so scattered - ) special shout outs to special people:

@timecapscle - wasn’t it you that said i’d one day get 1,000 followers? : ) you’ve literally supported me since the beginning and i just wanna say that i appreciate your enthusiasm for professor oak as much as i appreciate your enthusiasm for bill. its wonderful to see someone represent an otherwise under represented character and you do it well. i care for you so much, and wish nothing but good things for your future even if you want to do bad things in the name of science

@diligentseeker / @evolutionexpert - someone i consider a cherished friend, despite how sporadic our interaction seems, i appreciate all our random long talks on discord, and i’ll never forget our very first conversation. it meant a lot to me, and i want to thank you. i dont meet a lot of ppl that i feel ‘get’ me on some unspoken level, so when it happens, its a nice surprise. anyway i won’t ramble because i take it you’re not one for praise, but im glad people like you exist. with that being said please stop making professor elm stress me out.

@undinaes - the moment you’ve been waiting for. SIKE! just kidding; its no surprise that you’re always filling my dash with testimonials from people that see you for what you are. you’re a beam of sunshine with all the qualities to match; warm, bright, and a natural source of energy that brings people together. your passion for writing is astounding and even when ppl dont deserve your kindness, you’re unbiased in giving it out. truly a mom through and through. but most importantly, ur my girlie and im glad we met :v

@ofpalletown - in my mind, you are practically ash, and ill be here to support you even during all your moments of Extra™ ... but aside from that you’re very loyal to your friends and full of something sunny that i can’t describe. ur gonna be okay, kid. so pls stop stressing out ur dear prof oak

@03redd - i probably mentioned not long ago that your blog is really good, but ill say it again in case you weren’t listening. i love your blog? its very fun to follow, and i think you’re one of my favorite reds. even with me not being game verse, its so easy to just immerse myself in whatever nonsense you have red drag professor oak into. i dig your creative energy.

@normaliium - and ofc i cant leave out my cousin. the one to be admired, the ever-successful, brilliant human being that loves me even when i take off ten years of your life each night. my life would lack such substance without you, and i will never forget all you’ve done to help me when i would otherwise be left to myself. you make me really proud to know you, you really do, and everyone i ever talk to you about can attest to that. #YOLO

@bossgiovanni - you haven’t been active in forever, but you remain one of my friends and that’s all that matters. from skype to discord, im glad we could stick together even with our blatant differences in opinion. you are always so nice to me and say the kindest things, and i just wanna say thanks. hope youve been doing well! you are capable of so much, and i believe in you, so don’t forget that.

@agentmansley - can i jsut say thank you for staying true to your muse and throwing even the purest of characters into your mess? i have loved your blog long before i made professor oak, and you’re seriously one of the funnest people i’ve rp’d with here. everything i’ve written with you is refreshing and new, and never fails to make me laugh. thank you for your love for kent, and also for writing with me. i know you’ve been MIA for a while, but you’re definitely a memorable person.

@tcssaiga - i dont have a lot of cross-fandom interactions so when they happen im usually pleased. you’ve got great characterization, and have perfect dialogue. i never watched a whole lot of inuyasha but i’ve atched enough to know that you’re pretty close to canon. thanks for the interactions even if you’re mean to prof oak on archer ; (

@askgarymfoak - MY LITTLE ACORN!!!! the dedication you have for gary honestly gives me so much life, and i love rping with you on discord and just yelling about sam / gary hcs. its always a highlight of my day and i can tell you’ve thought about gary and his life long and hard, and its so cool to see someone interested in all that makes him the Headache we all recognize and love. please never stop sharing with me the personal hcs you have for the boy, i always want to hear them.

@futureheld - we don’t even rp with each other on this muse BUT youre one of my longest tumblr rp friends that i still talk to and you’re really important to me. we have history, we go back!!!! okay? #FRIENDSHIP n all that. but tbh id follow you on any muse because your writing is just great? id write any weird crossover with you because you have a talent for making it work seamlessly anyway. thanks 4 the memories, loser.

@seviiserver - CELIO!!! we dont talk as much as we used to, or rather, we talk in bursts every now and then but i consider you one of my good friends! not only are u really talented in all things artistic, but i love your writing and it’s always enjoyable to read, even if its not one of our threads together. you made me have so much adoration for celio and like all the other ppl ive met who bring life to underrated / under-rp’d muses, i enjoy seeing everything you pour into him... AND ALSO I LOVE OUR OAK / ROWAN INTERACTIONS? i love them so much it hurts okay. even if its just silliness in discord it brightens my day. anyway perhaps one day we will cross paths in this sleepless city and i will finally teach u how to ride a bike.

@rottenrhythms - i know i dont have much to say or comment with whenever you message me on discord, but i admire how much detail you put into your characters and meta. im always impressed with all the work and thought you put into your world-building; i wish i had that much drive. also, you’ve made a lot of improvement with yourself from the time i first started talking to you on skype. be proud of your progress, and keep working at it, it’s worth it in the long run!

@lack--two NATE youre definitely a very sweet person, and perhaps a little more devious ooc than i’d imagined you would be ( at least to me, why must you poke me for reactions? ; ( u wound me ) but you’re a soothing presence to be around and im glad you were finally able to make discord work. bonus points for letting me yell about yugioh all the time. never stop being wonderful. im here for you whenever you might need a listening ear, okay?

@loyalpika / @palletbloomer - #PRIKA!!! ever since i first followed you i remembered being blown away by your extensive headcanons on pikachu and i genuinely enjoy every blog you make! we dont talk OOC but from all your ooc posts you seem like a very caring older sister and thats nice to see; with you running around all the time, i hope you do get some rest every now and then! i hope our camaraderie never falters, take care friend!

@thepkmnnurse - i cant forget all the love and support both you and your muse have for professor oak, and im happy you try to spread positivity on the dash whenever you can! we don’t talk much OOC but from what i can tell you’re just as kind and nurturing as nurse joy herself. i hope you’ve been taking it easy wherever you are, and i hope your days are bright!

@rebelracket - will there ever be a day that i dont enjoy seeing your delinquent muse causing havoc on the dash? your creativity is wonderful to witness and i enjoy clarissa so much, thank you for interacting with a pure ol’ muse like mine. i hope we can continue to keep writing together, im excited at where we might end up. p.s. your art is delightful.

@porttownprince - you’re a gentle presence on my dash but im glad that youre here and that you’ve stuck around despite all the bad things that followed you. i hope you can overcome all the trauma you’ve been through. thank you for being kind with me!

@nikkouki - i know i dont say much but i enjoy your random check ins with me on discord, and i think youre a sweet young girl. you’re gonna go far in life, just make sure you keep going! continue being a precious kiddo and don’t forget to study your japanese ; (

@viciousvainglory & @midoriyamight - i cant think of one without the other so accept this double-tag lol. you’ve both supported this blog since the beginning and i wont forget how welcome you made me feel! no matter what blogs you’re on im glad we can still be friends! you deserve the big toblerone!

@fateandfury - my long time writing parter without knowing we were long time writing partners! the work you put into professor juniper is something to behold! we haven’t seemed to interact much despite rping professor muses, but that doesn’t mean i don’t appreciate your take on such a muse!

OTHER BLOGS TO BE ADMIRED ( also in no particular oder) : @sterlingsilverchampion @starmarkcd @pxgtails @satanstories @champofpallet @golden-oak @spriggaens @nurturen @florenselite @craniumaniac @ask-guzma @tenderpoison @gocatchem @faemoria @hikaup@writtenbykaichu @executiveariana @honoxtokage @simikami @bigcalavera @rotorotom @thehopcful @and-they-succeeded @metalprincess13 @keep-those-memories-away @hisvanity @attitxde @asmayflies @sesshcmaru @theagentlooker @ambcrly @kantocowboy @dauphindekalos @beareroftheblueorb @blastingxff @aquaelegance @bugeyesboutique @make-it-trouble @thunderstonereject @theagentlooker @soultattered @scvedbylove @diluviumx @inevitabilis-sors @pokedouche @fightiniumz @firespun

I’M SO SORRY IF I MISSED PEOPLE, THIS IS REALLY HARD FOR SOMEONE SO SCATTER-BRAINED AND MEMORY-FOGGED AS ME. EVEN IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDED AND EVEN IF WE’RE NOT MUTUALS, I REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT OF THIS BLOG. WITHOUT ANY OF YOU I WOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN HERE.

BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR A GIVEAWAY!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

#congratulations hall of famers! ▸ [ PROMO. ]#this is too mcuh work im sorry if i missed anyone dnfkgh #also sorry if i started sounding repetetive but i dont say anything i dont mean #this was overwhelming but it was worth it!!!!#follower count for ts #wat a nice early bday gift :o #and around the same time as the anniversary pkmn game release

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nineteen-yearslater · 7 years ago

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Hey, how'd things be if harry was the dada teacher at hogwarts? How'd the kids feel and intereact, what would change, would his kids be closer to him? Thanks! >-

Ted: I’m not sureif Ted would enjoy it. Harry’s a source of guidance for Ted and they have agood relationship, but it might be a bit much. It may be hard for Ted toseparate their father-son relationship and a professional teacher-studentrelationship. He loves Harry, obviously, but it may be a bit awkward and kindaoverkill. It would alter their dynamic a bit, and not for the better

Victoire:Victoire’s favourite uncle is Harry and he was the one who taught her to drive,so they’re already pretty close. I don’t think their relationship would change,which is a good thing, as they have a really positive relationship as it is.They get on and love each other and that wouldn’t go anywhere. Victoire wouldhave the same ability in DADA no matter her teacher; she’s good, but it’s nother special subject so she doesn’t have that special spark to make her go theextra mile. She prefers Charms and History of Magic. But she’d like that Harrywas there

Dominique: Shewouldn’t even notice lol. Imo she attends Beaxubatons but I’ll answer this asif she attended Hogwarts. She’d turn up to lessons and probably wouldn’t evennotice that Mr Potter is her uncle. She’s above it all, but not in a snotty way– it’s more like she has her priorities and “trivial” things like that don’tfaze her. After all, Dominique’s used to a lot of Wotter drama and mayhem fromher cousins, so she’s learned to ignore it. She has her “family mode”, whereHarry is her uncle and really nice, and her “school mode”, where you’re politeto teachers and keep your head down and study in lessons

Louis: Louiswould be so happy, but he is with everything. He loves Harry a lot, and thatwould make his lessons enjoyable because one of his “friends” is teaching him.I don’t think Louis would understand it when other cousins react differently,because to him it’s one of the greatest/coolest things that could happen. Louisdoesn’t really get suffocated by people; he could spend every single day withhis entire extended family and still have nice things to say about them all

James: Jameswould like it at first, because it reflects on him (my dad’s cool and thereforeso am I), but it might upset the balance. James listens in listens and trieshard, but he also deliberately acts like he doesn’t care and is a bit cheeky toteachers. So it would turn the casual James/Harry banter into rudeness fromJames’s side and a genuine getting annoyed from Harry’s side. It would tarnishtheir relationship a bit

Albus: I think Alwould hate it and feel so uncomfortable. Al’s rubbish at DADA and the worst dayof his life is when he finds out he needs a DADA NEWT to become a Healer, sohaving his dad there would make it worse. He’d feel guilty for not liking itlike his dad does, and I think it may even awaken some hidden Weasley rebelliousstreak in him which leads him to start skipping classes

Lily: Lily wouldlove it. She and her father are close, but their relationship has the rightamount of guidance/parental responsibility. Harry’s her mentor. Their schoolrelationship would be similar – Harry would gently correct her if she’s wrong;she’d try a little harder to volunteer answers in class; she’d feel a bit morecomfortable asking questions about material they haven’t covered yet. Her gradewould largely stay the same, but it would improve ever so slightly because ofthe connection she has with Harry. It’s the same with Potions – I think Lilyfirst started to like it because she respected her professor, and then shegenuinely became good at it

Rose: I’m notsure about Rose. She’s not so caught up in the history of her family, soHarry’s just another uncle. She’s more present with her own generation and herstory focuses a lot on her millions of friends, not her ancestors (although shedoes love Mr Weasley a lot). She’s not as defined by her parents. Rose wouldtreat Harry like any other teacher, I think, but she’d be a bit lighter andcasual. If one of her parents were in school, that would suffocate Rose, butHarry’s cool enough to treat her as her own person and not judge her or run offwith tales to Ron and Hermione

Hugo: Hugo wouldlove it just as much as Lily. Hugo respects authority and particularlygenuinely good teachers, so he’d be proud that his uncle is his DADA professor.Hugo would try harder in order to impress Harry – he doesn’t need to, but hewould. He’d put extra effort into his homework to make Harry proud of him. Heand Lily would have their own lil fan club lol

Molly: Mollywould get a lot of help from Harry. She’d rush in exactly on time, covered inmud from back-to-back Quidditch practices, and race off as soon as the bellrings to cram in some homework before her Head Girl duties. Harry would workovertime to try to fix things with her and her scheduling to give her some timeoff. He’d become a teacher who helps out of class time, too. He’d never go easyon her and quit giving her work, but he’d fix things with other members ofstaff (e.g. ask the Ravenclaws to move their practice from Monday to Wednesdayor suggest that X homework club that Molly helps out at is held a mere 10minutes earlier). Molly would return the favour by looking out for him andasking the more troublesome Wotters to settle down, or by showing him thequickest ways through the castle (Hogwarts had to change a little after the warblew up half the school)

Lucy: At first,Lucy would be uncomfortable and painfully shy, because she’s the youngestWotter who everyone underestimates and she wouldn’t want one of her unclesdoing the same. However, Harry would bring out the side of her that’s waiting tobe shown, and would encourage her a lot more than she expects. DADA lessonswould be a kind of comfortable, happy place where she can be herself and bringher own uniqueness to whatever they learn. Harry doesn’t make Lucy feel ashamedfor being inquisitive and creative and less brash than her cousins, and that’ssomething that Lucy really appreciates

Fred: I reckonFred would like it. It doesn’t make much difference to him, so he’s not thatbothered, and largely finds it a positive experience because Harry’s a veryeffective teacher. However, if Harry ever told Fred off for messing around ornot putting effort in, I think Fred would start to dislike it a bit (but that’snatural). There’d be a tense moment when they fall out but it’d be a teachablemoment for them both, so ultimately either way Fred would like it lol

Roxanne: Roxannewould mess around even more and deliberately try to upset the lesson. Jamesdoes it to get a reaction which is why it turns sour, but Roxanne’s doing itout of love for her uncle (“It’s a compliment,” she says) so it’s a bit morelight-hearted and easier to ignore/deal with. She’d get bored after a while butshe’d always save the best pranks for DADA lessons

Lorcan: Honestly,Lorcan wouldn’t change at all, but there would definitely be an increase in thenumber of disruptions as Lorcan asks way too personal questions about hishottest aunt, the one and only Ginny. He comes in at the start of every lessonand asks how ‘Gin’ is doing, and things escalate from there. Other than that,he’s the same

Lysander: Harry’sa genuinely good teacher, and I think Lysander would appreciate that. He’d bewary at first, in case Harry only got there because of his name, but once hefinds out that the lessons are helpful he’d love them. I think he’d get superexcited and nerdy and do way too much homework because he’s so enthusiastic andhappy about the way he’s being taught

Scorpius: He’d bea bit wary at first, in case the old Potter/Malfoy rivalry still lasted, butwhen he sees that it doesn’t exist across generations he’d relax. I don’t thinkScorpius would have a real opinion on Harry’s actual teaching, though – eventhough Scorpius is good at DADA and ultimately becomes an Auror, he doesn’tcare enough about the subject to get involved in the intricacies of histeacher. Harry’s good, so that’s enough for Scorpius. He’d ask for some Auroradvice, though, and find the stories of Harry’s Auror missions cool

#opinions #au #Harry Potter #Defence against the dark arts #hogwarts

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thorne93 · 7 years ago

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Who Will Win? (Part 1)

Prompt: Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) sees you on the sidewalk one day, his “dead” wife.

Word Count: 1745

Warning: Threats, language, angst, sadness

Notes: This will span from season 1 through 5, if you don’t want spoilers, maybe don’t read this, haha. Also, the reader’s Storybrooke name is Alice. Beta’d by the amazeballs @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and badgered @amarvelouswritings Thank you both! Could never get this done without you!

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @essie1876 @magpiegirl80 @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @iamwarrenspeace @marvel-imagines-yes-please @superwholocked527 @myparadise19982sand @missinstantgratification @thejulesworld@obsessedwithmisha

Sebastian Stan Tags: @obsessedwithmisha @lostinspace33 @alwayshave-faith @elleatrixlestrange @buenostardissherlock

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Walking along the brisk morning, he spotted you. Your hair, your body, the way you moved. Your clothes might have changed, but you hadn’t. Not in the slightest. Even though he couldn't see your face, he recognized you in an instant, he knew from the way his heart sped up, and how the butterflies soared through his entire body. No one in his life had ever made him feel like you did, and now his body reacted on its own accord, even if his brain was screaming at him that there was no way it could actually be you. You’d been dead for almost four decades now.

He jogged up to you, all other thoughts falling from his mind except he had to see you. He ran up and stood in front of you.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

“I’m sorry, my name’s Alice. Do I know you?” you asked the incredibly handsome stranger.

And like that, his heart shattered into a million shards.

“Uh...no...Well...sort of...We met a long time ago,” he halfassed explained, feeling like the world's biggest fool.

“Oh, I see. Well, I’m on my way to work, if you don’t mind,” you said, gesturing for him to clear your path.

“Right...I’m sorry to have bothered you,” he said as he let you pass, a longing to reach out and touch you still burning within him.

“It’s quite alright,” you assured softly as you breezed past him to the wedding boutique, ready to deal with pissed off brides and wrong orders.

Jefferson, on the other hand, was about to be the pissed off one. He turned on his heel and stormed toward the Mayor’s office. He went upstairs to Madam Mayor’s main office and flung open the door, ready to face her.

“You bitch,” he snarled as he pointed at her.

“Come right in, not busy,” Regina noted as she looked down at her ledger, not paying him much attention.

“You knew she was alive,” he accused angrily. “You let me think she was dead?” he asked as horror lashed across his face. “It’s been over 35 years and you let me think the mother of my child, my WIFE, was dead. How heartless can you be?”

“I’m not heartless, Jefferson. I let your child come over with the curse,” she reminded, still working away.

“You think letting me watch another family care for her for thirty years is kind?!” he demanded as he got closer to the desk.

“I think that you should be grateful I let her in this town. She could still be in the Enchanted Forest, alone and starving,” she countered, slamming the ledger shut, making him flinch. “You should be grateful.”

“That’s right, so long as people aren’t dead, you think we should be grateful.”

“Unless you have something of importance to tell me, you need to leave,” she instructed with a not so veiled threat.

“Tell me this, where has she been? It’s been three decades and this town isn’t that big, how did you keep her hidden?”

“I haven’t kept her hidden, Jefferson, she merely seems to be avoiding you.”

“And before the curse? Where was she?” he asked, torment in his eyes and voice.

“I don’t know, maybe she didn’t want to return to the wretched life of a thief’s wife,” Regina commented in a condescending tone.

“No, she loved me, what did you do to her?”

“I don’t have to answer to you. Now get out of my office,” she ordered and as much as Jefferson wanted to fight her, he knew he wouldn’t win.

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“This isn’t what I ordered!” the bride to be screamed as she threw a veil at you.

“I’m sorry, miss, let me check on that,” you tried sweetly. You looked up her invoice and this appeared to be correct. “I’m sorry, miss, what’s wrong with this? It appears to be what you ordered…”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s got jewels and no lace, I wanted lace and no jewels. You’re lucky you’re the only decent bridal shop in town,” she remarked. “So are you going to fix this?!”

“Yes, miss. I’m sorry.” You worked with her to fill out a new order form for the veil and when you were done, you cheerily said, “Now, it’ll be $100.”

“$100?! For what?” she demanded.

“To reorder the veil. We charge everyone for alterations and corrections,” you informed.

“But I didn’t screw this up, you did!” she shouted.

“I’m sorry, miss, but since your original order and the veil match...it would appear as a re-order.”

“I’m not paying that.”

“Okay but…” you started, wondering how to appease this bridezilla.

“Where is your manager?” she demanded.

“Right here,” your boss said, sliding up next to you. “What’s the problem, dear?”

“Your incompetent sales woman here screwed up my veil order, now I need the right one, and she’s saying I’ll have to pay again for it.”

“Oh, no, no, surely not. We’ll correct it free of charge, and take 10% off your dress. Does that sound better?” your boss said, kissing her ass.

“That sounds exceptional. Thank you. See, that’s how you treat a customer,” the bride said to you with a snark. She left the shop and your boss, Karen, turned to you.

“What is the matter with you?” she demanded.

“Me? Karen, that’s our policy,” you said. “Her order matched the veil, when they make changes, we charge them, we always have.”

“No, Alice, happy customers means more to me than that extra charge,” she countered. “We wouldn’t want them to go to Dolly’s bridal, would we?”

“No, ma’am, but--”

“But nothing. Don’t argue with everyone, Alice, just do your job and make them happy.” She planted a giant grin on her face before going back to work. Karen was the owner and boss of you, she designed and made wedding dresses, and sold them in her wedding boutique where you worked. You hated it. Every day it was whiney, spoiled women who were always upset about something. The dress didn’t flatter them. The sleeves weren’t right. The veil fit funny. The dress wasn’t the right length. Complaint after complaint, and you took the brunt of it.

You wished there was something more to your life than this small town, this awful job, and being alone.

And that’s when your mind wandered to the incredibly handsome stranger that stopped you on the street this morning. At first, he didn’t seem familiar, but something deep within you made you think you had met him. Was it his voice? What about him was familiar? Was is crystal blue eyes? His crooked smile? You couldn't quite pinpoint it, but something about him felt familiar, and for some reason you felt drawn to him drawn to him?

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After work you went grocery shopping and the day was not turning out to be better. They were out of three things you desperately wanted: your favorite tea, your favorite cookie, and a special spice for your favorite meal. Then you got to the checkout and the lane you had stood in for five minutes closed as soon as you got up there, forcing you to go to the next lane, where a rude woman cut in front of you without so much as a glance up to you. You swallowed your anger and tried to wait patiently. Then you stepped outside in the pouring rain, when you realized you’d forgotten your umbrella.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself. You started towards your car and when you unlocked the back hatch, a voice sounded behind you.

“Hello,” he greeted in that same suave voice. “You look like you could use some help,” he commented sweetly.

“Yes, I could, thank you so much,” you said as the dark haired stranger approached. He grabbed some bags from your cart as he flashed you a smile that made your heart flutter. You two loaded the back of your car and you thanked him.

“Thank you, so much…” you said as you extended your hand.

“Jefferson,” he noted. “My name is Jefferson. And you are…?” he inquired, even though he knew your name. He knew everything about you. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Alice,” you answered, shaking his hand.

“You’re soaked. Would you like to come to my house? I could get you some warm clothes and some hot tea…” he offered and there seemed to be a plea in his voice.

“That’s very sweet of you, and I appreciate your help, but I need to get these groceries home.”

“Oh, right, of course, my bad.”

“It was so nice to see you again, I hope I see you around,” you admitted, slightly praying you weren’t coming on too strong.

“Me too. Well uh...enjoy your evening.”

“I will.”

You drove your groceries home, made a quick meal of fried chicken, biscuits, and green beans, boxed them up, and headed to the hospital.

“Hi, Dad,” you greeted as you walked in his room.

“Hey,” he said.

“I brought you some dinner. I thought it would be a nice change from the crappy hospital food.”

“Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you. He’d been sick for as long as you could remember. You had tended to him hand and foot when you were a child, and you didn’t mind. He was sick and he needed help. Until he became too much for you to care for and you had asked if the hospital could care for him. He hated it at first, and so did you, but it was for the best. They could watch him around the clock, something you couldn't do once school, and later work, took up much of your time.

You sat with him, trying to ignore the stab in your heart. Your dad was a survivor, he was great, strong, and big. But the years, and all the damn ailments he had, were slowly causing him to deteriorate before your eyes. He’d had a lot of close calls before, and always came out stronger than ever, but that didn’t stop the fear that one day he wouldn’t.

The rest of the evening, you two talked and talked, praying he stayed mentally alert, and for the most part, he did. You hugged and kissed him goodbye at the end of visiting hours and went home, ready to start the next day, hoping it would be better.

#who will win #jefferson x reader #jefferson fic #ouat #once upon a time fic #jefferson #sebastian stan

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ryqoshay · 8 years ago

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How to Handle a Nico: How to Celebrate a Maki

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~3.8k Rating: T Time Frame: Maki may still be working through her residency, elsewise is a doctor. Nico is working as an idol producer. They are living together as a happily married couple. Story Arc: Stand Alone

List of all HtHaN scenes

Author’s Note: It’s Midnight in Japan! Happy Birthday, Maki! ❤ ＼(≧▽≦)／ ❤

Edit: Now with a wonderful illustration by @myonmukyu!

“Ma~ki~-cha~n~!” A voice sang.

“Mmmmph…” The redhead burrowed deeper into her pillow.

“Ma~ki~-cha~n~!” the voice repeated as weight pressed down on the mattress near the drowsy doctor.

Maki had never been one to love waking up. In years past, it was because she often stayed up too late with homework. She still stayed up too late with paperwork for the hospital, but nowadays, she hated waking up mostly because her favorite reason for being in bed was typically already out of bed. But now that said reason had come back…

A finger brushed strands of hair from her face. “It’s ti~me to wa~ke u~p!” Lips brushed lightly against her cheek.

Maki’s eyes snapped open. With practiced precision, she twisted herself around, grabbed Nico, flipped her on her back and moved to a position above her. Fully accustomed to the behavior, the raven-haired woman let out a laugh before grinning up at her wife.

“Good morning, Maki-chan.” She continued to beam brightly. “Happy Bir…” She was cut off as lips pressed against hers. “Now, Maki-chan, I’ve already let you sleep in,” she explained as the redhead moved to her jawline, “and I’ve got a busy day planned for us, so…” She gasped as Maki nibbled at her collar bone. “Just once, alright?”

“Mmm…” Maki replied.

She had said just once, right? Nico sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, checking once again for hickeys or bite marks her wife may have left, before turning to start tying her hair into low twintails. Well, she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t anticipated this, and even left time for it. Today was Maki’s birthday after all, so Nico believed she deserved to get what she wanted. Business had also been good as of late, and while Nico was still getting used to being less budget conscious, for the first time, she felt she could really go all out and be as extravagant as she wanted in celebrating the woman she loved dearly. And she liked to think her plans for the day were indeed extravagant.

She’d just shared a lovely breakfast with her wife, or as lovely as it could be with someone like Maki who only really wanted three things in the morning, and talking often wasn’t one of them. But Nico was more than happy to provide what she could and from how slow the redhead had eaten, she knew she was savoring every bite and fully appreciated the effort Nico had put into preparing the meal.

Nico gave herself one last look over, making sure everything was in order before heading out of the room.

For her part, Maki was content. What better way to start a day than by sating two hungers? Three, if you count her caffeine addiction, but that had nothing to do with Nico. A part of her insisted she should really be more excited about a day like today, but Nico had already done so much for her in the short time she had been awake. The meal she was still enjoying was nothing short of amazing and Maki could tell her wife had poured her heart into it with all the extra flourishes; the eggs in the shape of a heart with the sauce used to spell out her name, for example.

And then there was Nico herself, who had already finished her breakfast, watched her for a few minutes and headed upstairs to get ready. Maki knew she had mentioned several times that she had big plans for the day, but truth be told, Maki would have been fine with spending the day at home with her wife. If they had never left their bed the entire day, no complaints would have been heard from her.

It wasn’t as though Maki wasn’t looking forward to receiving whatever gifts Nico and everyone else would be giving her over the next few days, as she saw them. But, for a number of years now, Maki valued time far more than tangible gifts; family vacations, Honoka’s continually pushed reunions, a night out with Rin and Hanayo, a night in with Eli and Umi, and of course, her time with Nico. The schedules of Maki and her wife had been mismatched quite often, even back since Nico first started college, and their current careers hadn’t made things easier. Every moment they had together was to be treasured.

Maki knew full well how hard it was for either of them to get a day off, much less one together. Even for a day like today, special strings had been pulled on all sides to guarantee they could have a full, uninterrupted day together. She also knew how much thought Nico had put into her plans, and if going along with things and making her happy wasn’t reason enough, Maki had to admit she more than a little curious about what Nico had up her sleeve this year.

Arms slid over her shoulders and Maki instinctively straitened her back to push up a little into the embrace.

“You almost done, my dear?” A gentle voice spoke near her ear.

“Yeah…” the redhead breathed.

“Then I’ll clean up here.” Nico detached herself from her wife. “You go up and get ready. I already picked out your dress and hung it on the door.”

Maki smirked as she stood to face her wife. “You don’t trust me to pick out my own clothes now?”

“For your own outfits, yes.” The raven-haired woman replied, matter-of-factly. “But to properly match mine, not so much.”

The doctor rolled her eyes. “Be back down in a bit.” She said, leaning down.

“Don’t take too long.” The idol tilted her head up to meet the quick kiss. “We have a schedule to keep.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Maki headed for the stairs, amused that Nico, of all people, was now pushing schedules.

Was Nico taking her to a concert? Maki found herself wondering, looking at the elegant dress her wife had set out for her. The theater? She racked her mind for the latest listings but found herself at a loss. Work had kept her busy as of late, so despite getting regular emails about the local events, most remained unread in her inbox. And even those she had opened had merely been skimmed. Still, Nico definitely didn’t have a casual dinner and a movie date in mind for today.

Maybe the opera? That would be nice. It had been a while, and despite Nico’s obvious reluctance the first time, Maki knew she had actually enjoyed it with how quickly she accepted the second invitation. Then again, such was often the case as the two of them continued to introduce the other to their favored genres of music. Maki continued to muse as she started donning the assigned attire.

“This look alright, Nico-chan?” Maki asked, walking into the living room.

The raven-haired woman looked up from the idol magazine she was reading and grinned. “You look like someone worthy of being married to the No. 1 Idol in the Universe.”

“Idiot…” the doctor said, despite blushing.

“You love it.”

“Maybe…”

“You love me.” Nico said, walking over.

“Yes. I do.” Maki confirmed. “Very much.”

“And I love you too. You look beautiful, Maki-chan.” The idol gave her wife an approving look. “I’ve always liked that dress on you.”

“Is that why you bought yours, to match?”

“Yup!” Nico struck a pose to show off her own garment.

The redhead smiled. “Well, it suits you; it’s quite lovely.”

“I know, right?” The raven-haired woman’s own smile grew as she posed again. “Oh,” She stooped to retrieve a colorfully wrapped package from the nearby coffee table, “Happy Birthday, Maki-chan!” She held out the gift.

“Thank you.” Maki accepted the package and started to unwrap it. Judging by its size and weight, it seemed to be a tie, much like the ones she had given her father a few times over the years. Odd. Nico was aware that doctors no longer wore ties in a hospital, right? Despite what television would have one believe. She opened the box. If that was a tie, it was the strangest one she had seen; there was no tapering to speak of, just a straight length of cloth. It didn’t look like a belt or sash, and it was too small to be a scarf. It was at least one of her favorite shades of red. In her bewilderment, Maki couldn’t help but ask, “What is this?”

Nico’s smile turned devious. “I’ll show you.” She removed the cloth from its container, let it unfold then moved it towards her wife’s face.

“A blindfold?” Maki voiced her realization as her vision was obscured.

“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would we?” Nico practically sang as she secured the cloth in place.

“Nico-chan…”

“Now for a test.” Nico made her signature gesture with her hands and performed her famous routine. Though she remained silent, her movements alone would be enough to garner a snide remark or similar reaction from her partner, yet Maki remained quite. Test completed to her satisfaction, she grabbed the redhead’s hand. “Come with me.”

“… Alright…”

Nico then lead Maki to the garage and opened the passenger door to her car. “Watch your head.” She said, guiding the taller woman down into her seat.

“Where are we going?”

“Ah, ah, ah, Maki-chan.” Nico scolded as she took her own seat behind the wheel. “I told you, it’s a surprise.”

“Fine…”

Maki could hear people around her. A lot of people, in fact. Certainly, this could possibly indicate a concert, though the acoustics were off from what she would expect. But that could very well just have been her imagination. She racked her mind for possible locations within her estimated driving distance before coming to the realization that Nico was devious enough to drive out of her way to extend the trip and throw off her off such estimates. As such, she was almost ready to give up trying to guess as her wife continued to lead her to their destination. Up a short set of steps and then they stopped.

“We’re here, Maki-chan.” Nico whispered in her ear before gently removing the cloth.

Maki blinked as her eyes tried to adjust to the glaring light. The first thing she registered was a group of people sitting in front and a little below her. Their arrangement suggested the seating pattern of a concert audience. So it was to be a concert after all… but wait, they were facing her. Was she on a stage? Maki blinked again. Yes, she was. Wait. She was to be in a concert?! In a mall?

“Nico-chan, what…?” She glanced about, trying to locate the other woman.

“Over here, Maki-chan.”

The redhead turned to find the raven-haired woman standing near a piano. “I don’t get it…” She fell back on her familiar phrase.

“Read this.” Nico indicated a plaque embedded in the music board of the instrument.

Maki leaned in to read the etched words.

This piano has been donated by Yazawa Nico on behalf of Nishikino Maki. Music is for everyone, always. Please use this to share your music with everyone.

“Nico-chan…” Maki breathed.

“Music is for everyone, always.” Nico repeated her words of advice from years ago. “I know how much music means to you, Maki-chan.” She started explaining. “I know you became a school idol in order to share your passion for music with people. And I know that passion hasn’t waned at all since you became a doctor, so think of this as…” She cut off as she found herself pulled into a tight embrace.

“Thank you.” The pianist choked out.

“Now, now, no tears, Maki-chan.” The idol said, returning the hug. “You don’t want to smear your makeup.”

A collective “Awww.” caught Maki’s attention and she scrambled out of the hug, blushing deeply. This action caused the adoration to turn to light laughter instead. Even after all these years, Maki was still Maki.

“Kiss her!” a familiar voice called, earning more laughter.

The redhead turned her attention to the crowd. Sure enough, in the front row, sat a purple-haired woman, cheering. “Nozomi?”

“Yeah! Kiss her, Maki-chan!” An orange-haired woman beside her added.

“Honoka?” And on her other side. “Eli?” It looked like all of µ’s was present, as was A-RISE. And behind them, “Mama? Papa?” And behind them, Maki recognized a number of Nico’s employees. “Nico-chan… what is this?”

“A concert.” Nico replied as though it should be obvious. “This piano may be for everyone to share their music through, but it is ultimately yours. So the first one to use it to share their music should be you.”

A round of applause made Maki realize that everything she and Nico had been saying had been heard by everyone through the small microphone clipped to the strap of her wife’s dress.

“I… uhm…” the pianist stammered.

“Maki-chan.” The idol rolled her eyes. “You’ve participated in how many concerts at the hospital? Certainly this is no different.”

“It is different… maybe…” Maki took a deep breath to bolster her confidence. The audiences for the mini concerts Nico had mentioned had been far smaller than the one gathered now. It had been years since she had performed to such a sizable group and even more years since she last played piano in front of such a crowd. She released her breath slowly as she lowered herself onto the bench.

Nico held a hand over the mic. “You can do this, Maki-chan.” She said, placing her other hand on her wife’s shoulder. “If you want, just pretend we’re at home and you’re playing only for me.”

“No.” Maki shook her head. “You said music is for everyone.” She raised the fallboard. “So I will play for everyone.”

“That’s my Maki-chan.” Nico took a seat beside her favorite pianist. She was sure to place herself on the opposite side as the audience, so those gathered retained full view of the star of the show. “Hee… I reserved the best seat in the house for myself.” She said, scooting in close.

“That’s my Nico-chan.” Maki couldn’t help but laugh a little.

Though she had said that she was going to play for everyone, it was barely halfway through the second piece when Maki found herself focusing exclusively on the notes she was playing and the woman sitting beside her. She happily let herself get lost in the melodies that flowed from her fingertips. Between pieces, amidst the din of applause, she found herself thankful that Nico had pushed her, after her graduation ceremony, to keep playing for the sake of enjoying playing.

As for Nico, she busied herself playing the part of MC, introducing each piece she wanted Maki to play by giving the audience tidbits of insight about them and the woman playing them. She had everything planned and had even brought Maki’s old sheet music, though Maki rarely needed it. During each piece, she happily returned to her place beside the pianist. Until she didn’t.

“And for the final piece of the night, we have something special for you all.” Nico explained, moving to the front of the small, raised platform that was serving as a stage in the middle of the mall.

Last piece? Maki couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Truth be told, she felt she could easily keep playing for another hour, or more, even if it meant repeating a few songs or improvising something on the spot.

“I sought out the assistance of my friend and former school idol, Umi, so as to compose a new song.” Nico stooped to retrieve the sheet music and a larger microphone from the woman she had just mentioned. “Sorry for the short notice, Maki-chan.” She said, walking back to the piano while unclipping the small mic she had been using prior. “But that’s how surprises work.” She set the pages on the music rack. “We did try to keep your part simple enough that you could play it without practice.”

Maki scanned the sheets and smirked. Perhaps it was a bit too simple? She felt confident she could play the piece in her sleep. But if Umi had helped, where were the lyrics? She turned to her wife and opened her mouth to give voice to her question.

“Don’t worry about the lyrics.” Nico said as though reading her mind. “I know them well enough. Just play. The other reason your part is simple is because I don’t want you to have to focus too much on it; I want you to hear the words as I sing them. I wrote this song for you, after all.”

Nico-chan wrote a song for me? Maki could feel warmth rise within her, not from embarrassment, but from love for her wife and anticipation to hear the new song.

“So, without further ado, I hereby dedicate this song to my lovely wife, Nishikino Maki.” Nico announced. “Whenever you’re ready, dear.” She said over her shoulder before turning back to the audience.

Maki didn’t need to be told twice and immediately started playing. She had a pretty good idea that there was a melodic intro that would lead up to the… words…

The pianist almost froze in shock. It wasn’t as though she was unaware of Nico’s vocal range, but as a professional idol, her stereotypical songs were upbeat with pitches almost as high as their energy level. It had been quite a while since she had last heard Nico sing near the bottom of her range. Maki was startled enough that she almost forgot she was supposed to be paying attention to the words. She quickly shifted her focus and let her hands run on autopilot.

The lilting lyrics painted a picture that Maki visualized immediately. The first verse spoke of longing and self-doubt; a desperate search for signs of hope. That hope seemed to ignite in the chorus, which lead to end of the journey in the second verse as what was sought had been found. The second chorus played on the theme of hope from first but its meaning was changed drastically and it became instead a quite, but powerful celebration of the love that had been found.

Maki swallowed hard to keep her emotions in check and was forced to pay more attention to maintaining her part as the bridge spoke of a new journey beginning. Nico was telling her own story, beautifully summing up their years together in one, heartfelt song. The third chorus changed things again and focused on the shared journey they had ahead of them and hope for a bright future. As much as she loved it, part of Maki wished the song to end so didn’t have to hold back anymore, but blinked to clear her misted eyes and pushed through the last chords.

Silence filled the area as the notes faded, save a few sniffles here and there. Two orange-haired young women glanced about in mild confusion before tentatively beginning to clap. The two brunettes next to them quickly dried their eyes and joined in, followed shortly by six others.

As the applause slowly crept through the crowd, Maki stood from her bench, turned and made a beeline towards Nico. Without a word, she pulled her wife into a tight embrace. This caused the applause to erupt though the mall, though it barely registered in Maki’s mind. Caught up in the emotion of the moment, she pulled back, moved her hands up to the back of Nico’s head, tilted her own and pressed her lips firmly against Nico’s.

She was fairly sure she heard Nozomi yell something wholly unnecessary, but she had stopped caring even before the song ended. She could be embarrassed later. Right now, all Maki wanted was to thank Nico for the best birthday gift she had ever received. And knowing words would fail her, this was the next best thing. No, scratch that, this was better.

“That was absolutely amazing, Nico-chan.” Maki said as her wife pulled the car into the garage. “You really went all out this year.”

After the surprise concert, Nico had taken Maki to her favorite restaurant, the one they had gone to for their first date, all those years ago. Not surprisingly, however, Nico had done her best to embarrass Maki by having the staff sing to her and ensure every patron in attendance knew what was going on. Still, Maki couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed herself.

“Nico-nii will do anything for for her Maki-chan.” Nico flashed her signature gesture after putting the vehicle in park.

“Thank you.”

“You’re not going to call me an idiot?” the idol inquired, her voice returning to normal as she glanced at her wife across the roof of the car.

The surgeon smirked as she shut the door. “Do you want me to?”

“Well…” Nico reverted to her idol persona. “Nico kind of figured it was tradition at this point.”

Maki rolled her eyes. “Idiot.”

“You love it.”

Maki couldn’t help but shake her head. “Maybe…”

The idol grinned. “And you know,” she sang, swaying her hips as she made her way towards the house “if Maki-chan is good, maybe next year, Nico-nii will get her a piano for the hospital.”

“If Papa will let you.” The doctor followed her wife.

“You know he’s been pretty generous with me since we moved in together.” Nico’s once again dropped back to normal. “I mean all those concerts, and the business advice, and remember he was the one who first started inviting me on your famous family vacations.”

“True.” Maki conceded. “Though I think it was at Mama’s suggestion.”

“Either way.” Nico dismissed. “But most importantly,” she approached the younger woman, “he let me marry you.” She placed her hands on her wife’s hips and smiled up at her.

“You know, there’s one more present I want today.” Maki said quietly, meeting Nico’s fond gaze.

“Oh?” The raven-haired woman’s lips curled up into a smirk. “And what might that be?” Of course, she knew the answer, but after spending the whole day being selfless, it was alright to want one thing in return, right? And she wanted to hear Maki say it.

The redhead leaned down just enough so her lips brushed the other woman’s ear. “You.” She breathed.

“Then you’re in luck.” Nico purred. “I even bought special wrapping paper for that gift, if you know what I mean.”

The way Maki’s breath hitched meant she knew exactly what Nico meant. In one fluid motion, she stooped, hooked an arm around the back of Nico’s legs, and hefted her up to carry her bridal style.

Nico laughed joyously as she slipped her arms around her wife’s neck. “Happy Birthday, Maki-chan.” She pulled herself up to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Nico-chan.” Maki smiled back as she made her way towards the bedroom so she could unwrap Nico’s last present.

Author's Note Continued: I guess I need to add to my "To Write List" a scene about Nico's first time joining the Nishikino family on vacation. I started Maki's graduation scene a while back, but hit a wall and it's been gathering dust since.

Truth be told, I have several scenes started that remain unfinished. It bothers me that I've written over 10k words in the last month or so but only completed this one scene. At least I finished this one on time. So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic #Happy Birthday Maki

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Hey can i have a general tarot reading

You sure can! lol. Like i mentioned in another reading. for general i tend to do a Past, Present, Future reading. With an overall summary card for what things you should be focusing on currently!

PAST

Two of Pentacles

The duality of the number Two is particularly strong in the Two of Pentacles because it implies both balance and change, a combination of the inactive and the active that at first seems rather absurd. After all, if something is constantly changing, how can it be kept in balance? Seeing that balance is also a dynamic quality is the key to understanding the energy of the Two of Pentacles. It's like a juggler who keeps his balls in constant motion but always under his control.

The Two of Pentacles is often a sign that a change in your life in general, and your financial situation in particular, is almost certain. This card embodies the principle of "life at the edge of chaos" - too much change and life falls apart, too little change and it stagnates. Constant change and self-improvement is the only way to develop the body and the mind, and the Two of Pentacles is certainly an advocate of this philosophy. If you have been feeling bored lately, have some fun for a change! But if you are not working at all because you're playing all the time, cut back a little. The principle of balance is the one that ultimately rules here.

In terms of the material world alone, the Two of Pentacles is often a sign that you have several projects underway all at once. These projects can be work related, personal hobbies, or other matters. This card can even show the dynamic balance between family and career. It is usually a sign that you have everything under control, for the moment. But even a master juggler cannot juggle forever, and this card is often a reminder that you will have to cut back sooner or later. This could mean neglecting one project in order to finish another. Dropping one project is preferable to dropping them all.

Going hand in hand with this idea is the warning that trying to take on any more projects at this time would probably be a bad idea. When a juggler has perfectly balanced two balls, and a third ball is added, he may continue to juggle them dextrously - or they may all fall to the ground. In times like this, the Two of Pentacles tells you to be flexible. If an opportunity comes along that you can't afford to miss, but you already have a lot of projects to watch already, one of those may have to be sacrificed so you can take on the new opportunity. Above all, balance must be maintained in the face of sweeping changes.

This page was made by James Rioux (The Black Shadow), [email protected].

(Summary is very simple, don’t bite off more than you can chew, don’t ignore new opportunity but don’t over work yourself. Always a good way to go about things, in my experience being overwhelmed and stressed will stop you from getting ANYTHING done. Seems to me this card is saying that in that moment, you were doing as you were meant to. But possibly got a little overwhelmed from all you had to do. Which is perfectly alright, everybody gets a little worked up from all the hassles of their everyday life)

PRESENT

Four of Cups

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Pleasure in excess often leads to the stagnation of that pleasure and the desire for even greater things which are simply impossible. This is the lesson of the Four of Cups, a card that urges moderation in relationships and all matters of the heart. This is an apparently good and innocent card with a nasty sting lying in wait. Usually it signals a person who is surrounded by love and devotion, totally happy with himself and the life he has made. But the danger in this situation is this: if you take love for granted, you start losing it.

This statment makes more sense than you might think. If someone is loved for a long period of time, warmly and unconditionally, then they start to forget what it is like to be unloved and alone. And when you deliberately forget about the darkness, it makes special effort to show itself again. After all, the light cannot be truly appreciated if we have nothing to compare it with. The scary part is that you usually bring about the darkness by yourself, by taking for granted the love and affection you receive. Carelessness sets in and soon everything you cared for - and everyone that cared for you - has slipped away.

When the Four of Cups appears it must be taken as a warning. It bears the message that there is a lot of love in your life - but that it can and will slip away if you are not careful. If you see this card and think that there isn't a lot of love in your life, it is a sign to think again. Take a good long look at your life, and you'll see how much love there is in it. Most of the time, people do not realize the abundance they live in every day. They are too concerned with what they want, and they have no time to look at their lives and see how much they already have.

This is not to say, by any means, that you cannot strive for more in life. When you have no ambitions left, your life will start to stagnate, and you will lose interest in the things that once gave you the greatest pleasure. Having no ambition is worse than having ambitions and standards that are too lofty to reach - but not much worse. A lot of the disappointment in life comes from people who want more, but who already have all that they need. The key to overcoming this disappointment is simply to see all the good that is in your life already, and be thankful for it every day. So open up your eyes and look for yourself!

This page was made by James Rioux (The Black Shadow), [email protected].

(Getting heavy here it seems. It’s a stressful time lately, with the massive shift in both the spiritual and physical sense. There’s a lot going on lately. As well as the Mercury retrograde coming up on April 9th to May 3rd. Lots of high emotions and extra energy in the air. We all have moments of stress that can put us in the dark and blind us from the good things in life. Seems this is a reminder that while you may be stressed out there is still so much love in your life. Don’t let the negativity make you forget about that. Even if you’ve been arguing lately with loved ones it will all pass soon. Keep your head up and keep moving forward. I know that’s easier said than done but this message wouldn’t come up if you didn’t have the skills to move past this rut to get back to the level you’re suppose to be at)

FUTURE

King of Wands

The King of Wands is pure fire energy, but strangely enough, he has the least to do with actual creation and creativity. His forte is not in dreaming up ideas and implementing them himself, but in taking an idea and changing the world to match his vision. As such he is a natural leader and commander of all kinds of people. They flock to him to hear what he has to say and leave just as eagerly when he gives them something to do for him. Like the rest of the Kings, the ruler of the Wands suit will appear in two ways in your life: either as a person or as a part of yourself that must be awakened.

As a person, the King of Wands is the ultimate leader, who looks forward to challenges because he enjoys the rush of adrenalin that solving a difficult problem can induce. He not only dispels his own fear but that of others, by ensuring them that they shall succeed. He is not all talk, though; when the going gets tough no one hangs in there longer than he does. The King of Wands has a deep and innate respect for other people, and his compassion extends farther than most people would expect. For a King, he has a remarkably good relationship with the common people. When he is unable to assist by himself, he will empower and enable others to help in his place.

As with all of us, the King's faults emerge from his strengths. Most of the time he does not show enough restraint to know when assistance is not needed or wanted. He can sometimes make things even worse by doing what he thinks is the right thing - and he always thinks that what he is doing is the right thing. Most of the time his high sense of ethics proves him right, but in those few times where he is on the wrong side of the argument, he can do more harm than good. But one thing that can never be said of him is that he walks away from problems, whatever they are. He will defend another man just as vigilantly, if not more so, than he would protect himself.

An inner spiritual change is often heralded when this card appears. The King of Wands invites us to act as he would to solve our problems. His vision is one of ideal reality, and his vision is that humanity might always be better than it is. He is the warrior of light who stands up for something that matters, and his appearance is an invitation for you to do so as well. If there is a cause you wish to support, but you are unsure of your position, you may proceed with the knowledge that your base of power is strong. Enjoy the King's power and authority, but be sure to use it for productive means. Take your responsibilities seriously, think of new ways to do things, and never stop believing in yourself.

This page was made by James Rioux (The Black Shadow), [email protected].

(This seems to tie in with the four of cups. Its about action and inaction. A sign that you need to be aware of your surroundings, and to act accordingly. But also don’t ignore the small details. You’re coming to a time when you will need to take charge in either your life overall, or in certain situations. Don’t forget about those around you, because they need you as much as you need them. People will look to you for advice, and you will be called upon to help make positive decisions for not only yourself but those in your life.

In most cases you will make good choices, but don’t be too upset if you give someone advice that falls through. You can’t know everything and there’s only so much good you can do for others. The other half is dependent on their own actions. Take the Strength of the King and apply it to your own life. Fight, kick and scream. But keep yourself composed as well. Accept your mistakes in life and don’t let them keep you down too long. Keep pushing through and you will make it. You have and always have had the support from those around you. Believe in yourself and keep that confidence and caring nature and those in your presence will follow you through anything)

OVERALL

The Sun

The Sun symbolizes many things depending on how you look at it. The ancients saw the sun as the giver of life and light, and almost every polytheistic faith has a Sun God. It brings light and clarity after a period of darkness and confusion, and in this sense the Sun God is often a redeemer as well; a bringer of peace and good times after ordeals. Finally, the Sun is a symbol of steadfastness and reliability, for no matter how bleak your situation may seem, no matter how many problems you have, the Sun will still rise in the morning. All of these attributions, and more, are reflected in the Tarot card that bears the same name as our solitary star.

The light of the Sun is about halfway between that embodied on the Tower and that shown on the Star. It is not a blinding flash of power but neither is it a subtle glow. It is hot enough to warm but generally not enough to burn. This moderation between extremes is the goal of the spiritual traveler, first shown on Temperance, now entered into full manifestation for us all to see. In this higher state, nothing is beyond your control. In the Rider-Waite deck a powerful symbol illustrates this. The sunfowers in the garden are not turned towards the Sun, as they normally are, but to the child on the horse. He is the one who now holds power over the material world.

The great ordeal of the Moon has passed, and you have emerged into the light, stronger and wiser. War has ended and made way for peace; hatred is replaced by love; fear is overcome by courage. This is truly a time to celebrate! Good triumphing so powerfully over evil is not an everyday occurence in this world, and when it does happen you should be glad that a little more light has entered your life. The rising of the Sun is akin to the completion of the tasks and trials of the night, and the warmth it provides is the reward for not cowering in fear at the darkness, not running away given the chance, and not trying to hide from the wisdom that is rightfully yours.

As a sign of reliability, there is nothing more powerful than the Sun, since no force on Earth (or anywhere else for that matter) can stop the Sun from rising in the morning. In a world of chaos, it is a still point of silence and calm, an assurance that there is some underlying order, some higher power that chooses to bless us and smile upon us each day. Even when clouds fill the sky the Sun is still there, waiting for an opportunity to break through the dark barrier and shine its light for us. Know that in every challenge there is an opportunity, and behind every cloud sits a sun waiting for its chance to be revealed to all.

In a reading the Sun can take on many meanings, though the most predominant one is that of success and completion. It can be a herald of joy, happiness, the birth of a child, a stable family, material prosperity or almost any other end that is positive - but above all it shows completion. One cycle is over and, before the next begins, there is a period of light and relaxation that you can and should properly enjoy. Success comes if you are confident and bold in the use of your creative energy. Glow with the vitality of the Sun whose light is umatched and whose power is absolute.

Such power and clarity are within everyone's grasp, including yours, if you let the light of the Sun illuminate you. If there are areas of darkness lurking inside you, the Sun's rays will expose them so you can integrate them into yourself. Fogs of confusion are burned away with the Sun's fiery sword, and its flames drive away fear and all the terrors of the night. A seemingly hopeless situation will be hopeless no more once the Sun shines down upon the true path, the correct solution. When the Sun appears, let its power amaze and overwhelm you. But do not simply watch - reach up to grasp it, draw its power into yourself. The power of the Sun is true power indeed.

This page was made by James Rioux (The Black Shadow), [email protected].

(And last but not least, the sun sums up what the other cards were telling you. You may be lost in the “dark” on certain topics lately, but you have the strength to move forward through it all. What you already posses as well as what is being given to you now. Will help you through all your life struggles. Have confidence in yourself and grab this opportunity with both hands. While you may have some self doubt and feel you’re stuck in place. That is truly a lie. You have all the power you could ever want, you just have to step up to the throne and take back that power which you seemingly forgot that you had; Over you self, your current realities surroundings, and the energy of the universe. Good luck with your path, I have no doubt you can be the leader you were meant to be, and make a great change in the world. Even if it may seem a small effort in the grand scheme of things)

I hope the reading was helpful! Thanks for the request. Have a nice day! :)

Forthose who don’t know, I’m doing Shufflemancy, Tarot, Pendulum, and ArchangelOracle card readings. I have the Michael and Gabriel Archangel cards, so if youhave any questions for them feel free to ask. Other rules and guidelines are HERE

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