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cherryheairt · 1 month ago

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Dragon Dreamer side story I

dont need to read the story to understand this

In which Cregan's meeting of Dusk parallels Daenys' first flight.

side story before chap 15, didn't know where to fit it in the chapters. 🩷

foreshadowing for chap 15 also

taglist: (i wasn't sure if I'm supposed to tag the list ppl if its only a mini side story, let me know if you only want main chaps)

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Daenys always remembered the day of her first flight on Morningstar well. Every vivid detail locked in her mind, even at the young age of seven that she was. Many memories of that time had long faded in her adulthood, but a few in particular could never leave. Some fond, some not.

The day did not start out pleasantly. Not at all, in fact. Her mother was busy fussing over young Luke in her chambers nusery rooms in the Red Keep. Her father was away at sea on another voyage, and had been for months.

Daenys was not mad at them, of course. She would not demand attention, especially when Luke had recently come down with his first fever. Those were always watched closely, by Maester or mother. Daenys had drifted around the nursery for a while before growing bored. Jace was preoccupied with some visiting young sons of House Massey, and Helena was with her mother, leaving Daenys to find her own occupation.

Outside, dark storm clouds gathered at a pace much faster than Daenys was comfortable with. There was rainfall in King's Landing often, yes, but nothing harsh and unforgiving. The sound of drizzling hitting her window on a cool day always calmed Daenys.

Even at sea, a storm could not tame a Targaryen or Velayron. She wondered how her father fared. If a storm was gathering above him, too?

After lazing around her chambers for a while, the storm had turned from a drizzle to a downpour quickly. The thunder 'boomed!' outside of her windows and the harsh water droplets sounded like rocks being pelted at the glass and stone.

Huddled in her room, she just wished the storm to go away.

Unluckily for Daenys, something much worse came. Aegon.

Barging into her sleeping chambers as if they were his own, Daenys was startled out from under her covers by his harsh yank.

"Come, niece! I have a surprise for you." Aegon said, a twinkling in his eyes.

Confused, Daenys did not move. Not yet a teen, the boy's taste for mischief grew every day. His main victim—Aemond. His second favorite, Daenys of course. Only because she was less easy to find, thanks to Ser Harwin's careful shadowing. The two were the easiest targets, though Jace followed Aegon around often like a little pup eager to please its owner. Helena was unreceptive towards such teasings, perhaps because she was unaware of their true meaning.

He tried again, "it will be worthwhile. It is a secret—only I know about." He boasted, chest puffed up like a peacocking bird.

Daenys slipped out from the bed, boredom and curiosity overtaking her common sense. It couldn't be that bad, surely. If Aegon found something cool in the Red Keep, she at least wanted to know what it is, else the unknown would knaw at the back of her mind for weeks.

"What is it?" She asked slowly.

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it?" He scoffed lightly, turning and striding out of her bed chambers.

Daenys followed quickly, reminding herself of Jacaerys as she cringed. A quick look and she'd return to her chambers.

The thunder continued beyond the walls as Aegon went to his chambers.

Within his rooms contained mostly simple things since he did not spend much time in them. Daenys, bemused, turned to look at Aegon, who clawed strangely at his walls.

"It's just..." he trailed off in his search. "Here!" He exclaimed, pushing open the wall to reveal a hidden space behind it.

Daenys gasped slightly, leaning forward to see behind it. "Paths, within the walls of the Keep." Aegon said proudly. "And I found them on my own."

"Now, come on." He continued, guiding her hurridly by a shoulder.

"We're going inside? What does it lead to?" She asked, apprehensive of getting lost in such dark tunnels.

"Everywhere." He shrugged nonchalantly.

The darkness was only broken by the torch that he held in his hand. The world was otherwise a dark pit, leaving Daenys to cling to his tunic like a child to her mother's skirts. Aegon allowed it only due to the fact that it made her walk with haste. The rain sounded louder as they went along, down some dusty stairs and winding trails.

As Aegon pushed open another piece of wall, he peaked his head out to check for people. The rain was clear as day when it had opened, revealing the storm in all its glory. Satisfied, he turned back to her with a grin and nodding his head towards the outside. "Look, you can see the entrace to the castle from here."

Daenys peaked just her head out, gawking at the sight. They were outside of the Keep's main building, able to see the stairs up to the grand entrance doors from their spot. The doors were closed, no guards bothering to stay outside in such conditions and instead closing the doors to the Keep instead of guarding them. No one would bother attempting to enter unwarranted in such weather anyways.

On the other side of the courtyard was the open arch towards the outside, King's Landing's city itself. Daenys had only ever been to visit the Sept and the dragonpit. With escorts, of course.

Without warning, Aegon pushed Daenys outside of the safety of the passage. Stumbling to catch her footing, she turned back to Aegon to ask why he had done that, only to be met with a slammed 'wall'.

Panicking, she pushed at the wall. Banging on it after it didn't budge, she yelled to Aegon, "let me in! This isn't funny, Aegon!"

She heard muffled speaking behind the wall, but was unable to make it out. After a short pounding on the wall, she presumed that Aegon had accidentally jammed the door and run off.

She prayed that he'd at least have the decency to admit his prank to Alicent and someone would be sent after her.

Daenys rushed to the entrance doors, repeatedly pounding on them. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard nothing. Only the ever-pouring rain all around her. She was soaking wet already, feeling like a drowned cat in her heavy day dress and loose hair. Coughing, she found little cover under the roofs of the entrance. With all the wind the effort was made futile.

She waited and waited for someone to exit the doors, but none came.

She wanted her father.

With Laenor gone for such long periods of time, the days dragged on endlessly with no means of communication between the kin. He was her best friend, besides perhaps Helena. He always cheered her up, made time for her, and took her on long rides in the skies with Seasmoke being the willing transportation. He would notice straight away that Daenys was missing from her chambers.

Giving up on her efforts, Daenys decided to go to the only other place she could stay safe and dry. The dragonpit. She knew the way there like the halls of the Red Keep, but had never made the journey alone before. Already shivering, she couldn't wait. Walking past the yard's archway, Daenys glanced around. The streets were empty beyond the stairs' bottom. Any passerbys gave her no notice as they scurried past, covering their heads or food with cloths.

Daenys ducked her head after passing every straggler, even with that information in mind. Any curious eye would notice the fancier clothes and jewels on the little girl, and who knows what one desperate person was willing to do. Luckily, in its wet state, her hair managed to look more grey and blonde than the moon-silver it was when dry.

It wasn't long before she reached the pit. Tiptoeing inside, she found that even the keepers had gone home in the midst of the harsh storm. What fools would enter a dragon's home, anyway?

The pit was pitch black, filled only with the sound of soft snores.

Daenys whispered out, "Morningstar?" For the young dragon she was bonded to.

Miraculously, the two were born on the same day. When an egg was placed in a cradle, it was usually weeks or moons before the egg hatched after the birth. The two were twins, beyond just a Valyrion blood bond.

Another deeper growl met her ears. Turning, she was met with a slight glimmer of gold. Sunfyre, Aegon's dragon. They had quite an impressive bond despite Aegon's lackluster skills in the dragon's known language.

She froze, preparing herself to be devoured by the beast. She had never spent time with The Golden like she had other dragons: Meleys, Seasmoke, Syrax, Vermax, and Arrax. They all knew her, welcomed her as their bonded riders had. Sunfyre was one of the only ones she had not interacted with except to observe his and Aegon's bonding time. As they all often did as a group, assigned by Viserys, of course.

If he was here, where was Dreamfyre? The massive blue dragon seemed to take the younger golden one under her wing, sticking with him when she was not out flying with Helena. Gulping, she backed up slowly. The dragon inched closer, now seemingly curious of the girl. His pointed snout poked at her, almost unintentionally knocking her over with its power. Hesitantly, she petted at his nose, earning a satisfied rumble from him. Attention starved, she was sure, from Aegon's forgetfulness.

Relaxing finally, Daenys allowed herself to lean into the dragon's warm touch. Laughing at his second nudge for more attention, she had to push him away reluctantly as she heard shuffling coming near. Morningstar, rising from the sound of her laugh, closed in on the two and rose her neck defensively toward Sunfyre like a baby snake. The other, though he was slightly larger than the white dragoness, huffed and backed away back to continue his sleep.

Aegon had been able to ride Sunfyre since he was 10 years old, praised for the young age that he was able to command a dragon. Though, he could not best her mother, who had been titled the youngest dragonrider in the realm. Her first flight with Syrax was when she was seven years old. Now, Syrax and Rhaenyra had an unbreakable bond, and the bronze dragon was still growing, though large and formidable, like her forebares.

Rhaenyra had suspected Morningstar would grow quickly and to an impressive size, given the ancestry of the white dragon. At seven, she was already approaching the size of a dragon almost four years her elder. Daenys didn't mind if she was big or small, though, as long as Morningstar stayed by her side.

Daenys turned to place a soft kiss on her dragon's snout, giggling at the jealousy of her dragon. "I was coming, don't worry." She cooed. Leaning her weight on to the dragon, she felt the sting of tears hit her eyes. Safe now, she could allow herself to relax in the comfort of Morningstar's warmth.

Though the dragon had other plans. One big purple eye never seemed to leave Daenys, a lingering need for something. Usually, the hungry look she held when a live sheep or deer was placed in front of her. Daenys couldn't understand her with words, but with actions. Leaning back from the embrace she attempted to hold the dragon in (barely, the same arms that could wrap around the dragon's neck entirely could not even reach from head to shoulders anymore), Daenys squinted.

"What do you need?"

Morningstar trilled, lowering to a suggesting crouch. The position made the idea spring to her head, gasping. It was the same that Syrax or Seasmoke lowered into to allow their riders to mount. The wing lay out in front of her, though it was too small and thin now for her to actually press her full weight on like an adult dragon's could handle. Gingerly, Daenys hopped on to the dragon's back. Spines and rough scales picked at her limbs as she uncomfortably shifted.

She was unsure if anyone had been able to ride saddleless, but she was determined not to let this slip past her. If Daenys could fly now, as she was destined to, she would no longer be confined to the Red Keep. At any time she wished she could escape. To the beach, where her father took her to comfort her, to Driftmark, where her grandmother and grandsire could welcome her in their home, to wherever Morningstar would take her.

Daenys did not wait any longer, grasping onto Morningstar's horns with a firm, "Sōvēs."

Immediately the command took, Morningstar running in the only way a dragon of her structure can; on her wings and hind legs. After breaching the pit's entrance, the dragon took flight. Even in the pouring rain, she could not be hindered or stopped. The dragoness was on a mission, whether of her own desire to allow Daenys to see what she saw daily or simply to comfort her. Whichever it was, she was grateful for it.

King's Landing seemed tiny behind her. It was such a small city yet it seemed to contain the entire realm's sins in its walls. Turning her head back forward, she only wished to forget the Keep for the time being.

She felt wild, free to do whatever she wished in the world. She could fly all the way to Essos, Dorne—The North. The thought was enticing. Flying far away from this filthy place and never returning. Her dragon-riding family was free to visit whenever they wished, but she would never be confined to walls again. Never locked out of her own home.

She imagined sailing the seas of Westeros and Essos, Morningstar above her scouting loyally. A fleet led by a Velayron and her dragon would be unbeatable—untouchable. Her father, too, at her side with Seasmoke. Luke, when he came of age to learn the duties of his heirhood, with Arrax following close behind the two elder dragons. They'd visit home often, of course, wherever they made their home, to be with the rest of their landlocked family who chose to stay behind and lead in the cities. Targaryens ruled the land while Velayrons ruled the seas, meeting in the air to be the most fearsome force any in history had witnessed.

Daenys would travel until she saw it all. All corners of the realm, a voyager at heart. Retirement would come slow and without issue, her heart filled with contentment and mind with memories to last a hundred lifetimes.

With her dragon, Daenys would be free.

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Cregan was three and ten when his father died. Even younger when his brother and mother did. Loss was a familiar feeling to the young Stark. His only family left was his sister, Sara, and even she prepared to leave the Stark ancestral home for her martial days ahead. His uncle and his three sons had to be imprisoned in the dungeons under Cregan's own order—the only way to mercifully spare the power-hungry man. He was alone among his council, only guided by the same men who guided his father before him. They respected Cregan because they knew his capabilities, as shown by the small-scale civil war in Winterfell, but the distance was clear.

They did not hold the same affection for Cregan as they did for Rickon. They knew the young man was intelligent and clear-minded but still saw him as an inexperienced child compared to themselves. It was common that he had to correct members of his own council and remind them of their place, which was serving him and the North.

In time, Cregan was confident things would change for the better. It would take years of building assurance and trust, which he must practice patience for. He knew of his fate to lead Winterfell and the North as it's Warden since he could walk. The only unexpected thing was just how soon that would be. At seven and ten, he was ready to take the mantle back from his uncle. At eight and ten, he finally won it back.

Cregan held no happiness for the way he did, but it was the solemn duty of the Lord of Winterfell.

It had only been a few moons since he was named Lord Stark. Every day, he was nagged about different things.

"Lord Stark, it would be wise to start finding a Lady Wife."

"Lord Stark, the stockades for winter have been reduced for the commonfolk to recover from the spreading of illness."

Every day, it was the same. Solving problems for others was his responsibility, and he did it well, taking them upon his shoulders like he knew his father did years prior.

"Lord Stark, Castle Black has written to you about the Wildlings again."

"Lord Stark, your uncle Bennard is demanding to see you again. He is growing quite insistant."

Today, he was too tired to sit among the chattering bannermen on his council. He informed his men of him leaving on a solo hunt. Promising to return soon, Cregan swiftly left. One day a year, he got his own day. It was his nine and tenth nameday, the one time he allowed himself to serve his own desires instead of his people's.

They would not fall for a few days of being unguided. Cregan tried to shake the guilt he felt for leaving, if only for a few short days. With only his clothes, Ice, and traveling supplies, he left Winterfell's walls on Red.

Hours later, he felt tension leave his shoulders. Alone, there was no one hovering over his shoulders and murmuring in his ears about any problems or infighting. The only sounds were his own breathing and the snow crunching beneath Red's hooves.

The Wolfswood was a vast and expansive place, the perfect shelter for solitude. He had explored the wood so often as a child that it was no longer scary and foreign, instead a blanket of comfort to him. One of his few solaces which seemed to be less and less day after day.

His friends that warded in Winterfell to learn the duties as a Lord of their own Houses had left, old enough to either marry, take the mantle from their fathers, or serve at the wall. Cregan's cousin on his mother's side served there, too, a recent development that he both sympathized with and honored. His brother had passed when he was only a young lad, not even yet nine years of age before succumbing to illness. That solace was taken from him, leaving him rendered friendless and without most of his kin in his home. The bannermen that served him had served long and faithfully by Rickon Stark's side, and Cregan had no intention of replacing them with less experienced and wise men even at his own behest.

Loneliness was something he had grown used to. It had become its own comfort, a constant throughout his days. He knew he was the most reliable person in his life.

He longed for his family every day. His father, especially. The strong pillar of strength that he looked up to had left him so suddenly, reminding Cregan of his own morality. Every time he was nagged to take a wife, he knew they were right. He did not have the heart to lock himself in a loveless marriage, not when his lordship was so green. While his parents were lucky to find affection in their marriage, it did not change the fact that it did not start out so great. Rickon had been an ornery young man before he became Lord, fathering a bastard while he was bethrothed to Gilliane. Gilliane, while being a benevolent and kind woman, did not easily forgive a transgression like that.

It took years before they found love. They told the story to Cregan many times. He did not have time to spend building a relationship with a future Lady Stark, not when he was just starting to learn the full extent of his duties. The marriage would be strained and distant, he knew. Every day he postponed his decisions was another day the Starks went without an heir, making the North grow nervous and tense.

Sighing, Cregan forced dark thoughts from his head. Such things could wait until he was back home in the empty halls of the Great Keep.

Red trudged on, guided by instinct and Cregan's strong sense of direction. He hoped to bring home a deer, at least, to make the hunt worthwhile.

As the hours passed, Red seemed to grow anxious. Ears pinned to her head and tail flicking back and forth, agitated about something. Cregan pulled her to a hault, scanning the surrondings. If a horse as steady as Red grew nervous, something must be amiss.

Slowly, he dismounted and grabbed Ice from his shoulder. Scanning the forest around him, he saw nothing. Red shifted again, leaning almost away from the side opposite Cregan, but still she did not run.

He toed over to that side, not able to notice any shifts in shadows or footsteps. If it were wildlings, they'd surely make enough noise for him to hear. He was no stranger to their fowl tactics, nor clueless on how to deal with them.

Finally, it was only when Red 'neighed' with a panicked rear before she ran off that Cregan was able to notice the stalking wolf in the woods. Caught off guard, he couldn't brace himself properly before he was on the floor.

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Grunting, he was given no time to think before he instinctively whriled around under the body pinning him. Snarling jaws met his bicep as he threw it out to cover his face. Only able to get on his side, Cregan struggled to reach for Ice. The wolf was a deep brown with big blue eyes that pierced hatefully into his own.

Unable to get his longsword, he instead punched at the nose of the wolf, earning a pained yelp but no release. Instead, he seemed to latch on harder. Cregan's arm burned like fire was leaking through his veins, the sensation almost numbing. Doing the only other thing he could think of, without losing a few fingers, Cregan bit down on the ear closest to him.

It was only then that the wolf finally let go, a bloody scar left on his ear from the force of the bite. The dip would be a painful reminder that humans were not prey, and Cregan's own scar was a reminder of his role in life—standing alone.

The wolf snarled and nipped at him again, but Cregan was able to kick him off of him this time. They both stood, staring each other down intensely. Both were ready to move when the other did, scanning and preparing for the next attack.

Cregan was able to properly assess the wolf. Finding that it was barely older than a pup, gauging from the size of its bared teeth, but had the body mass of an adult wolf. A direwolf, he knew it had to be. They grew quickly and almost three times the size of a normal wolf. Cregan would be dead if this one were an adult.

It was not starving, either. Cregan's nameday landed in mid Summer, meaning prey was abundant for the wildlife. His coat shined with the nutrients he clearly got regularly. His teeth were all there, sharper every day. His frame was as burly as a young wolf's could be. It was simply an aggressive young wolf eager to prove itself and mark its territory, which Cregan had apparently encroached upon.

Cregan narrowed his eyes, faultering when a shooting pain shot to his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw only himself staring back at him. His eyeline was low, as if he were a babe looking up at a man grown. His body was still in an uncanny sort of way. He had never seen himself beyond the occasional check in the mirror, but being able to see one's own body entirely was a surreal experience. With a clenched heart, Cregan held his breath and tried not to panic.

He was in the wolf. Or rather, in its mind. Able to see through its eyes and control its body, Cregan had known what this experience was but never thought it would happen to himself. A warg, just like many Starks before him had been. Most bonded with birds, small forest animals, or the hunting dogs in the kennels of Winterfell. He was quite unsure if any had warged into a direwolf before. They rarely came below The Wall, creatures of the dark and unknown.

Cregan wished for his father.

He had no one to guide him, lest he chose to seek out advice from his crazed uncle. The very thought was traitorous to himself and Rickon Stark. He must navigate this alone, though he wished desperately to be guided by the firm but gentle hand of his father just one more time.

He moved, just slightly. The effort was different, walking on four legs instead of two. All his senses were heightened, and his ear stung and smelled of iron. Or, the wolf's ear, he should say. A few feet in front of his face, he could even smell himself and the blood pouring from his arm wound.

The sun was setting now, the day almost over. What a long day it had been. When Cregan blinked again, he saw the wolf in front of him. The brown direwolf did not seem so menacing now, instead looking up at him with interest instead of bloodlust.

Cregan hesitantly knelt to the floor, reaching an open hand out to the direwolf. With the same weariness it approached, sniffing at the gloved hand before meeting Cregan's eyes again. "Hello, Dusk." He muttered, petting the space between his eyes and smiling at the way he leaned into the newfound affection.

It seemed they both needed each other.

Perhaps he wasn't so alone, not anymore.

GIVE HOTD BIG DRAGONS. Syrax was not tiny 😭 they make her such a pretty princess dragon (she is) so she has to be small? She was described as large just not ferocious or battle-worn. She could've fought and done some damage if Rhaenyra was allowed to fight

anyone else think Sunfyre really isn't 'the prettiest' dragon? I didn't care for his face design it looked quite off compared to others. I think Moondancer or Syrax would the most visually pretty ones lol I adore Moondancer's stripes

This may have seemed extreme from Aegon but I think its realistic of a 11-13 year old boy to pull a prank like that bc he doesn't know the type of consequences it could have. also, having a prank go wrong but not asking for help because you KNOW You'd be in deep shit is so real

when Aemon Targaryen called Cregan the finest swordsman he'd ever fought I took that personally

i firmly believe they'd both slightly be daddy's girl and daddy's boy characters as kids. love both parents equally of course, but the bond between them and their dads was just untouchable and couldn't be replicated.

also didn't want to make Rickon stark a cheater, I don't think Stark men are cheaters ✋️

no animal abuse pictured they were simply throwing hands. I'd like to think they play fight still occasionally, also that bite was embarrassingly inspired by Snow Dogs (2002). When the guy bit Demon's ear to finally get him to cooperate I just think its so funny and Cregan would do it

#dragondreamer #cregan stark x reader #cregan x reader #hotd fanfic #cregan stark x oc #cregan stark #hotd

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snowviolettwhite · 5 months ago

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Tagged by lovelies @anewkindofme and @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

This is going to be a one shot or two shot about little three-year-old Eddie visiting his grandma in California and ends up meeting young adult Athena as a cop when he get lost.

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It is summer of 1997.

Three-year-old Edmundo Diaz is super excited. Him and his eight-year-old big sister Adrianna are visiting Abuela in California. He is super annoyed to because he wants to explore but instead, he is being put down for a nap.

“Don’t wanna nap, Anna doesn’t nap. It no fair.” Looking up at his mama with his little arm crossed.

“Adrianna is a big girl. You are still little and little boys need naps or they get grumpy. Do you want to be grumpy?”

He pouts at the question. “No. mommy.”

“Potty and then sleepy time.” He shakes his dramatically no. “If you don’t go potty, mama is gonna put a diaper on you. I thought you wanted to play big boy. Big boys go potty before sleep and wear big boy undies to bed.”

“Papa took Eddie to the potty.”

“Ramon! Get in here!”

“Helena, what is it?”

“Did Edmundo go to the bathroom?”

“Not recently.” A little giggle came from their toddler. “Did you try to trick mama?”

“Maybe?”

“Helena just put on his diaper pull-up. Potty training can continue when we’re home, he going to ended climbing to sleep in bed with his sister and abuela and going to wet the bed when we are gone anyway.”

“Daddy, want hug.” Stretching his arms up indicating he wants to be picked up and carried.

“Ramon, change him. Remember don’t work him up. He won’t fall asleep.”

He grabs pulled up the little boy swinging him is his arm and place him on his hip. “Come on Little Mr. papa taking you to the bathroom and get you into your pjs and diaper. Mama is gonna put you to sleep.”

“Okay, papa.”

“Dinosaur or Winnie The Pooh?”

“Pooh Bear pjs, please.”

“Arms up?” His little son hold is arms up. Ramon pulls off the stripped green and purple Barney the Dinosaur shirt. He then moves on the denim shorts and underwear, untying the elastane waist band and pulling them down together. “One foot and two foot. There we go. How about you go potty.”

The little boy yawns and rubs his eyes “no no, sleepy.”

“Are you Papa’s sleepy little boy? Ready for naptime?”

He nods his head yes. Ramon gets the pajamas and diaper on Eddie with ease, picking and carrying him the little boy snuggles close to his daddy and sucking his thumb. He keeps falling in and out of sleep. Papa kisses the top of his little head before placing him on the bed and indicts to his wife the state of their child.

She tucks him into bed with his stuffed toy dog, Mr. Doggy.

“Will you and papa be here when I wake up?” He always wants mama and a snack after nap time.

“Mama will be here. She is not leaving until after bedtime. We will spend the whole day together. Mama loves you so much. Now sleepy time.”

“Want chupa?” Helena and Ramon are trying to ween Eddie off pacifiers. It has not been working well. They tried convincing him, dipping it in lemon juice, hiding it.

Adrianna even told Eddie that a monster would come up from under the bed and eat him if he kept using his chupa. The big sister ended up regretting. She got in so much trouble for scaring and making him cry. She suffered the conquests of her toddler brother having nightmares, causing him the inability to sleep in his own bed alone and therefore was forced to share her bed for over a month.

Helena is hoping her mother-in-law can ride Eddie of this habit while visiting. She does not want to deal with her tiny human who has been up since before the sun rise throwing a tantrum and his pacifier is cleaner than his thumb. She allows it one or two more times. She grabs the pacifier clipping it to his pj shirt and remove his thumb from his mouth replacing it with the pacifier and lightly kisses his head and soft says. “I love you.”

From behind the pacifier mumbling “Love you too, mama.”

On the way here mama and papa told him to be a good boy. They made him promised to hold Abuela and Anna’s hands when they are out of the house otherwise, he would have to stay in the stroller. Abuela promised to take them to Disneyland. She is a little old to carry a toddler for hours on end and they don’t want him to get lost.

Tagging but no pressure

@aroeddiediaz. @the-flaming-nightmare. @missmagooglie @babygirl-diaz @lochnesswriter @tommykinard6 @whaddaman

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madangel19 · 8 months ago

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21 for Aether and copia? 👀

21. on a place of insecurity. Oooo, this one is gonna be real sweet :3

Word Count: 457

Content: Body worship, Copia getting the praise he deserves, some general spiciness but nothing too explicit

“You’re doing it again, Papa.”

Copia blinked, looking back at Aether who was laid back on his bed. He looked back at the mirror and chuckled nervously at what he said.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied.

“You know what I mean. I know you felt unhappy when you looked at yourself in the mirror. There’s nothing wrong with you, Copia,” Aether said, getting up from the bed to stand behind him.

“I’ve been eating too much of Sister Helena’s special rigatoni and it shows. I’m getting too plump around the middle,” Copia murmured, patting his stomach.

“Turn around, Copia,” Aether ordered

Usually, Copia was the one giving orders to his ghouls, but whenever he was alone with Aether, he let him call the shots.

Copia sighed and turned around, looking up at the bigger ghoul. Aether let out a soft purr as he knelt before him, placing his hands on his hips. A shiver ran down Copia’s spine, unsure of what he was about to do next.

“There’s nothing wrong with gaining a bit of weight, Copia. You’re still your amazing self no matter what you look like,” Aether said, pushing up his shirt and exposing his soft stomach.

“Plus, I like it when you look like this and I’m sure plenty of your fans would love a soft Papa. You’re so soft and perfect for cuddles,” Aether purred before planting multiple soft kisses on his stomach. The ghouls' facial hair tickled Copia’s skin, making him giggle.

“You mean that, mio caro?” He questioned, petting the ghoul’s head and tousling his hair. Aether hummed in response, rubbing his cheek against his stomach.

“Absolutely. Now, you need some rest…unless you really want me to appreciate that body of yours,” Aether said, his hungry eyes glowing a deeper purple as he looked up at him with a growing smile while playfully tugging at his pants.

Copia blushed at such a request. He did need some rest, but the night was still very young. He needed some much needed relief from the negative thoughts he was feeling.

“I’d like that. Mi piacerebbe moltissimo,” he purred, taking his large hand in his and kissing it.

“I can make you forget everything that you feel bad about if you wish, Papa. Just let me know and I’ll do it with just a kiss,” Aether purred, standing up and pulling him close to his body. The ghoul was already hard, his erection pressed against his stomach.

Copia knew of what the ghoul was capable of and he couldn’t resist such a tempting offer. He was in for a very long night.

“Do as you wish, amore,” Copia murmured, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #papa copia #aether ghoul #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction

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michaelaftonwhore · 2 months ago

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MICHAEL AFTON X FEMALE READER |LEMON| PART 2.

Summary; You're the new girl at England and the new neighbour of the Afton's and Michael had his eye on you, things start to get spicy after he meet you, he found you interesting.

Reader is 19 and Michael is 18.

|Your hair, tattoo's and clothes in the story but If you don't like it you can change them to however you want them to be|

Warning ⚠️: Reader gets bullied, raped and beated by a group of thugs at school who aren't the tormentor's. |Don't worry Michael will still rescue her and comfort her|

YOUR P.O.V:

After getting a good night sleep in your new haunted house you waked up at dawn due to your alarm sounding off so you groaned and shut it off before getting up.

I yawned and stretched before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth before I took off my pj's sliding them to the floor before stepping into the shower letting the warm water fall on me as I scrubbed my body clean before I exited the shower and dried my body with the pink cheetah print towel I had before I wrapped it around my body and exited the bathroom to my room as I dropped the towel on the floor before I changed my clothes which consisted of ripped denim shorts with chains and a black crop top showing off my curves and slim belly button piercing with my tattoo at the side [Clothes on multimedia].

I finished your look with wearing black combat boots before pulling my lilac purple hair down completely as I straightened it before I grabbed my leather black backpack and slung it over my shoulder before spraying some candy perfume on my neck as I put on some eyeliner and mascara over my eyes going for a grunge look.

Once I was done I headed downstairs and grabbed a bagel and spread some butter on it as you eated it quickly before grabbing a milk cartoon box from the fridge and drinked it before throwing it to the trashcan before exiting the house as you put your headphones on as ❝Helena❞ by My Chemical Romance started to blast and I just smiled as I walked on the cross side walk as I headed to school walking.

Unknowingly to her Michael had seen it all, he had watched her change through his window and got hard, now he had one problem to solve before going to school.

MICHAEL AFTON P.O.V:

I just groaned watching the new girl change her clothing I had a good view of her breasts, thin waist, curves and pussy, I felt myself getting hard and groaned before looking down at my hard on, the bulge visible through my sweatpants so I pulled my sweatpants down before stroking and pumping myself as I groaned the image of her naked body stuck to my head as I quickened my movements my breathing heavier as I closed my eyes and threw my head back as I fantasized of her jerking me off instead before I got interrupted by the one of the idiot I have as an friend named Connor.

❝¡Dude, learn to knock before bursting in!, ��will ya?❞ I said annoyed at him for interrupting my fantasy and my perverted thought of the new girl.

❝¿Were you jerking off?❞ Connor asked me raising his eyebrows as he looked down at my hand which still stroked my cock and I just simply stared at him annoyed.

❝Yes, ¿so what about it?❞ I growled at him still mad that he interrupted my fantasy about the new girl and the fact that he interrupted us last night too when we were having a moment at the pizzeria before he ruined it.

❝Nothing, but... ¿what exactly are you watching that got you like this?❞ Connor wondered before going to my side as he looked through the window before hanging his mouth open in shock before grinning ❝¡Hot damn...! ¿That's the new girl from last night? ¡She's fucking hot, dude, way much hotter than your ex-girlfriend Rebecca!❞ Connor said and I just gave him a murderous look before he catched the message and raised his hands up in surrender ❝Okay... I'll shut up now, message received❞ Connor said and I scoffed turning to look back at the window only to see her gone, nowhere to be found.

❝¡Fuck!❞ I cursed out before leaning my head over the window in defeat.

❝¿Where did miss hottie, go?❞ Connor said as he leaned over the window to look for any signs of the new girl before looking back at me only to see me still humping on my own hand looking for some release of the tension building up ❝¡Dude!, you better stop doing that before your Dad catches you❞ Connor said scrunching up his nose in disgust before walking away slamming the door shut and I just finished myself off groaning in satisfaction when I see the drops of cum sliding down my member glistening it and I just quickly cleaned myself before pulling my sweatpants back up before I started to get ready for school as I changed and styled my hair.

YOUR P.O.V:

I just keep walking through the side walk towards school as I hummed under my breath the song of Helena by My Chemical Romance as I walked the autumn leaves crunching beneath my boots till I see a group of guy's looking at me up and down as they passed by my side grinning I just felt one of them grab my butt locks as some of them laughed and I turned to look around and watch them shocked.

❝¿What? ¿You gonna say something, darling?❞ the guy said and I found myself cringing at the pet name and I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

❝Yeah, I want to say that...❞ I started saying as I walked up to him as the guy grinned and looked at me expectantly, the guy had red hair styled up and had a shit eating grin on his lips that I so hard wanted to smack ❝That you should eat shit❞ I said kicking the guy in his groin and stomach and he stumbled backwards falling down on the floor before staring at me furiously and I knew I was in trouble.

❝¡Go and get her!❞ he ordered to his goon's ❝I'll fucking kill that bitch❞ the guy cursed out as I quickly turned around to start running for my life as the goon's of the guy gang started to follow me and I couldn't get that far before one of them grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back from my attempt at climbing the fence to escape and I groaned from the harsh pull and grip on my hair as I fall landing on my back and my vision get blurry from the tears on my eyes.

I heard footsteps and see the guy with red hair from before standing before me grinning as he crounched down to look at me:

❝You're gonna regret ever crossing me, you filthy outsider❞ the guy said as he grabbed me harshly by my hair as he pulled me up and I just winced from the pain trying to get free my hair from his grip as I trashed around ❝Grab her, I'm gonna have my fun with this bitch wether she likes it or not so she can knows her place❞ the guy said as his goon's grabbed me each by my arm's so I wouldn't defend myself.

I just groaned when I felt him punch my stomach and I just gasped trying to breathe before I felt him smack me across my face hard as I spat out at him only making him punch me in my face instantly cutting my lower lip making the side of my face swell and hurt as I could feel a bruising coming up later I just felt my head spinning as my vision blurried from the tears welling up as they fall when I helplessly on the verge of falling unconscious watched him pull down his pants and boxer's as he pulled off my shorts and underwear before aligning at my entrance and pushed himself in harshly as I didn't have time to scream at him to stop I felt how my world crumbled as I felt something inside me snapped in half I just felt forced to watch as the guy rammed into me harshly hard and fast without letting me adjust at his size I just cried as he keeps raping me and once he had enough he pulled out and leaved me on the floor as his friends dropped me.

I just fell down on the floor crying as blood pulled out of my hole as the guy looked at me smiling.

❝I hope this served you as a lesson to learn not to mess with me❞ the guy said grinning before he kicked my ribs hard and I'm pretty damn sure I heard a cracking sound as I gasped for air, I heard their laughter as they walked away and I just stared at where they go as I remained there motionless.

MICHAEL AFTON P.O.V:

I walked on the side walk whistling as I headed to school my thoughts going back to the new girl I meet last night at the pizzeria, my thoughts then drived to her naked form when she was changing and I blushed a deep red as I shaked my head to control myself and focus on getting at school. I keep walking till I see a familiar body of a certain purple lilac haired girl with blood pooling off from her naked navel.

I felt my heart drop at the sight and quickly rushed to her pulling her to my arms as I held her face on my hand's:

❝¡Hey, Y/N! ¿You hear me? ¿What happened to you? ❞ I quickly asked her seeing her barely conscious.

❝They raped me...❞ Y/N said sofly and my heart broke into pieces.

❝¿Who? ¿Who did this to you?❞ I asked her but Y/N lost consciousness and blacked out so I just quickly took off her shorts and underwear from the floor I just took off my jacket to put It on her and zipped it up covering her before carrying her over my shoulder as I walked back to my house.

Once I walked back to my house I quietly snuck In hoping Elizabeth and Evan weren’t around once the cost was clear I just got upstairs and quietly opened the door to my room and got in before settling her down on the bed as I brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear before sitting down on the edge of the bed as I looked down at her waiting for her to regain her consciousness and waked up so she could explained me what happened.

❝ ¿Who did this to you, beautiful? ❞ I muttered as I traced my fingertips from her ear down to her cheek and stopping at her lip where it had a small cut that bleeded and I cursed at myself for not being able to arrive sooner as I sweared those fuckers where gonna pay for doing this to her. I just brushed my thumb softly over the cut on her soft and plump buttom lip softly as I wiped away the blood not caring to get myself dirty with her blood.

I then sighed and go to take and first aid kit from the bathroom and tend to her wounds and cleaned her up before putting on back her underwear and shorts usually I would be drooling over her body but this time didn't as I now was more preoccupied with her well being so I just focused till I finished patching her up completely and just silently waited for her to wake up.

YOUR P.O.V:

After a while I slowly regained consciousness and stirred before waking up only to see that I wasn’t on the cross walk going to school and neither in my room, I was in an unfamiliar room and I adjusted my eye sight till I started to remember everything how I got targeted by those pricks and how they beated me up and raped and I winced from the pain on my ribs till I see Michael; the guy from last night who flirted with me at the pizzería sitting at my side looking at me worried and I just tried to got up:

❝Whoa, whoa... Hey, slow down, cutie, you got pretty injured on the ribs❞ Michael said to me as he grabbed me by my shoulders and I just looked at him.

❝¿Where I am?❞ I asked groggily.

❝At my house, in my room, so don’t worry, you’re safe now❞ Michael said reassuring.

❝I see... ¿How long I was unconscious?❞ I asked him.

❝About an hour and half...❞ Michael replied before looking back at me ❝You were nearly unconscious when I found you so I brought you here and cleaned you up and patched up your wounds❞ Michael said to me and I just felt my heart fluttering at how he did all of that for me ❝You almost gave me an heart attack, Princess❞ Michael said now grinning cheekily at me and I just couldn't help but crack an smile before leaning over to kiss his cheek as an thanks watching how his cheeks flushed.

❝Thank you for rescuing me❞ I said smiling at him.

❝You're welcome❞ Michael said looking off to the side embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

I just smiled at his action founding him cute. Michael’s all jokes and teasing till he shortcircuits over an simple kiss on the cheek and I wondered how he’ll react when I kiss him I thought as I smiled and chuckled from the image.

❝I promise you that those assholes will pay for what they've done to you so just you wait till me and my friends do you justice❞ Michael said now looking at me more serious.

❝That’s really sweet of you❞ I said smiling at him.

❝I’m just doing what anyone would’ve had done in that moment, It’s the right thing to do...❞ Michael said stubbornly and I just chuckled.

❝If you say so then I’ll take your word for it❞ I said smiling at him.

Michael just looked away flustered and cleared his throat before saying.

❝Uh, hey, ¿do you wanna stay and have breakfast or something? I’m pretty sure there's some blue pancakes on the kitchen❞ Michael offered me and I just stared at him in surprise not expecting me to offer me to stay but I quickly shook those thought out of my head before answering him.

❝I would love to❞ I said smiling and Michael grinned.

|PART 3 WILL COME SOON|

Side Notes: I didn't knew how to end this chapter but I hope you guys still liked this, If you guys had any ideas on what you guys want to happen next the comments are appreciate It or write me in private.

#five nights at freddy's #michael afton #fnaf #female reader #michael afton x reader #fanfic

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purlturtle · 2 years ago

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34+12 for Bering and Wells? :D

Oh those look fun! (Here's the rest of the prompts)

12. ‘you could say I’m fond of you.’

34. odd socks

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"I can't believe it."

Myka frowned, surprised by Helena's words. "Believe what?"

Helena nodded towards Myka's feet, which were propped up on the hotel bed they both sat on, crossed at the ankles, all perfectly proper, all dressed in- "Ohhh," Myka laughed, "you mean the socks?"

"Yes!" Helena exclaimed. "They don't match - I did not have you down as someone to wear odd socks!"

"Oh that's on purpose," Myka said, and it felt as though she was confiding a big secret in the newly reinstated agent.

"On purpose!" Helena's eyebrows flew up; her eyes were afire with curiosity - and Myka realized that she wasn't just enchanted by the fact that her new coworker was H.G. Wells.

She was enamored with her. She wanted to see that look on Helena's face all the time. Wanted to bring it about. Wanted to kiss that half-open mouth, wanted to make those delighted eyes slid close, those clever hands to wander-

Socks.

Mismatched socks, on purpose.

That's what they were talking about.

Myka needed to focus.

"Yeah, um, I..." She tried to rally her thoughts. "So it started with a twelve pack of socks in different colors, a few years ago," she explained. "I folded them once late at night, and when I took a pair out the next morning, I had mixed blue and charcoal together. I stared at the pair, and I stared at the drawer with all the other pairs and the black ones and everything, and I thought, the hell with it, who's gonna notice anyway, right?" She shrugged and smiled. "Exactly nobody, of course, except me. I kinda felt it all day, that my socks were mismatched, but..." She bit her lips; she was blushing. Why was she blushing? It wasn't as if this was scandalous - not even to a Victorian, right?

"It felt good?" Helena ventured. When Myka nodded, Helena laughed out loud, bright and silver and happy. "Oh how wonderful! Such a tiny transgression - such an act of defiance!"

"Exactly!" Myka nodded emphatically. "That's exactly it. I mean the dress code isn't all that strict, but still you gotta look professional, right? But nobody notices your socks, except you yourself, and it just... I just like it." She gestured towards her feet. "It's not like they're, like, comic print or anything," she added - Pete wore those, and she wouldn't be seen dead in that kind of thing. No, her socks were really pretty tame, all one color, no patterns - but, today, a combo of burgundy and dark purple.

"Oh, no, no," Helena agreed. "Very classy. A beautiful combination."

"Are you making fun of me?"

"Not at all." Helena stretched out on her bed. "I like it. I like to see the person behind the agent."

Myka's blush came back with a vengeance. "Well," she said, for want of anything else to say.

"Retrievals that run to several days are good for that, are they not?" Helena went on. "Not just working together up close, but spending time together outside of that, also. I already knew you were a terrific agent; I appreciate learning that you are a person who wears odd socks for a very good reason, too."

Myka almost preened. 'A very good reason.' That's what Helena thought of this little piece of nonsense. "Thanks," she brought out. "I, uh, I'm glad you think that."

"And what have you learned about me?" Helena asked, rolling over and propping her head on her elbow.

Myka blinked. "That you're nothing like I thought you were," she blurted out, then bit her tongue. Where had that come from? And would Helena take it badly?

Helena laughed again, though. "Had enough time yet to process that I'm a woman? Or is it going to take a while longer?"

"I'm sorry," Myka said, instantly mortified. "I was just so surprised; I don't usually run my mouth like that."

Helena tilted her head, eyes still sparkling with amusement. "You don't?"

By now even the tips of Myka's ears were aflame. She wanted to pull her pillow over her head, or just disappear, but the spark in Helena's eyes was... teasing, yes, but in a friendly way. "I like you," what was came out of Myka's mouth, in yet another example of how she totally never burst out anything inane at all ever.

Helena's eyebrows arched high. "Hm?"

"Something I learned about you," Myka elaborated, pushing through her embarrassment. "Is that I like you."

"Do you now."

Oh hell. The way Helena was leaning forward on her bed - the way that her voice had just dropped an octave... Myla swallowed. Well yes, so that, too, but she wouldn't have thought- "You could even say I'm... fond of you," she went on, and then ran her tongue over suddenly dry lips.

Helena's eyes dropped to watch, immediately, intently, and her own mouth sagged open a little. She cleared her throat and said, "Are you now."

Her voice, her expression, were doing things to Myka. "Yes," she whispered.

She didn't know who moved first, nor which bed they ended up on - she'd need time to process that kiss, she knew even as lips met lips. But for the time being, as legs wound around legs and feet rubbed against odd-socked feet, she decided to just enjoy the sensations.

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #my fic #mini fic #prompt fic #soft prompts

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namig42 · 9 months ago

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random OC ask: what would your OC's ideal home be like? this can be as specific as inspirational pictures, or as general as the vibes they would like it to give off.

Let's see... I've got quite a few ocs, though Sahed is my current main, but I'll share all my BG3 characters and a general summary of what they'd love!

Wyndolyn

My first, my special half orc gal, she grew up always appreciating nature, and she would want that to continue. Some cozy cabin in the middle of the woods near a river where she could fish, forage, and hunt, and be at peace in the solitude of the woods. That sounds perfect for her. She's a simple person with simple desires.

Helena

Helena, my sweet, chaotic rogue, loves the feeling of being in the city. She loves the noise and chaos of it all, and there's so much potential for causing chaos in a place that's just bustling with activity. She'd be happiest with a small house somewhere in the Lower City, a bit away from the main happenings of Baldur's Gate, but close enough that she can still hear it from her balcony. Her cozy little house would be full of treasures and tokens that she's nabbed from all over the place from all sorts of people, littering the shelves and cluttering up the place just a tad, though she doesn't mind it.

Dahlia

My sweet, dangerously curious nerd of a monk. She was fond of her life in the Lathander monastery, though she also loves exploring the world. Her ideal life would be one of a nomad, traveling the world, seeing all sorts of things, helping people along the way, and having a home on a sunny hilltop to always return to that's filled with a library of all the books and knowledge she's accumulated over the years. It would be like her treasure trove that she always has to return to in order to appreciate and add to before continuing onto another adventure.

Vero

My lovely bhaalspawn bard. Vero is someone who imagines herself with a great deal of poise and sophistication. She wants to be the epitome of a proper noble elf, and so her ideal home would be a regal one with large spaces, tall ceilings, and filled with art and culture. A proper palace. She'd have a large wardrobe as well, mostly of purple and blue silks and highly elaborate dresses with a great deal of jewelry to choose from, and would have a beautiful view of the city she lived in from a balcony somewhere in her palace. I imagine it being quite similar to the Szarr palace actually, except with a deep purple wall paper instead of the red and also none of the vampire lair bits lol

Sahed

Two things about Sahed: he greatly enjoys solitude and is also very proud of his dragon heritage. So proud that sometimes he's a bit too much of a nerd about dragon culture and lore and wants to emulate the behavior of a true dragon rather than that of the dragonborn. With that in mind, Sahed's perfect home would be a cave somewhere at the peak of a mountain that's surrounded by forest, with a whole trove of gold, jewels, and tomes of forbidden magic, powerful rituals, and the most fascinating of dragon stories inside. Ideally this cave is looming above some powerful village or town that he has taken power over. He'd want the townspeople to provide him tribute and sacrifice in order to appease him from destroying their town or killing their people, but he may do it anyways if he's in the mood.

Velora (Bonus)

Velora, my sweet, naive cleric that just wants some affection and appreciation, is quite simple. Her ideal home is less about the location and more about having a family inside of it with a partner that adores her and sees all of her, not just her acts of service. She'd like to have a few kids as well that she can dote on and raise in a way that she wishes she had growing up. She's more comfortable in smaller towns in forests, so a nice, comfortable house somewhere with a bit of nature and a bit of community would suit her.

#bg3 #ocs #my ocs #wyndolyn #helena #dahlia #vero #sahed #velora #ask #I love this question!#Also how different all my ocs ended up being in their desires really makes me happy

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█▐ 🐾 ▐ @batisms sent ┆ › ❛ b & s going to a pumpkin patch.

it’s the first sunday of october and the weather in GOTHAM is surprisingly pleasant. the temperature is still in the fifties, the sky is cloudless and the sun is shining, and although the wind does have a mean bite to it, it’s not strong enough to cause any real discomfort. the waynes arrive at THE GREAT PUMPKIN PATCH around four in the afternoon, when there’s still plenty of daylight left to enjoy it, hoping the place won’t be too crowded. what makes this season truly special is the fact that helena, who was just a newborn last halloween, can finally enjoy some of the fall adventures. both selina and bruce have been dying to visit all the fun places with her — parades, apple orchards, but especially this particular pumpkin patch…

❝ are you excited, baby? yeah? some of these pumpkins are probably bigger than you. oh, yes, they are. our teeny tiny kitty cat and giant pumpkins, ❞ selina coos in a sing-song voice, practically beaming at the one year old who’s already getting somewhat fussy in her car seat, eager to practice the skill of walking and running around on her wobbly legs. clad in tiny doc martens, they’re ready to conquer all and any puddles of mud and hay. paired with black tights adorned with bats, a warm turtleneck of the same color and a purple dress, two bows keeping her pigtails in place, she looks so cute that selina melts every time she looks at her. ❝ here you go, you impatient child, ❞ the dark-haired woman muses, her tone affectionate as she scoops her daughter up and closes the passenger door of her husband’s brand new suv. she kisses helena’s chubby cheek and tugs on the hem of her corduroy dress before handing her off to her father so that she can circle around the car and pop open the trunk. ❝ i’ll just grab my camera and we’re good to go. i think we should leave the stroller in the car, though. i don’t want it to get stuck in mud. and she won’t sit in it anyway, ❞ she sighs, picking up her leather backpack and slinging it over one of her shoulders.

#batisms #:'))) i felt like writing something sweet and adorable with these two #them having an ounce of normalcy in their lives >>>#answered.

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maiverie · 1 year ago

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oh my gosh mai I NOW UNDERSTAND YOUR OBSESSION W CHANGING YOUR THEME EVERY 2 SECS OML DEWHBE

i literally want to change my theme all the time now omg

ALSO i've been listening to ed sheerans new album and ITS ACTUALLY SO GOOD ?!?!?!? i mean his songs are always good anyway but THIS ALBUM THO ?!?!

eyes closed and curtains are by far my favourites from the album

HONESTLY I STILL CANT GET OVER DARK BLOOD LIKE BITE ME IS JUST SO GOOD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNYYYY

ALSO IM EXCITED FOR THE NEW TRIAGE UPDATE ?!?!!? I HAVE TO REREAD THE LAST CHAPTER OR THE WHOLE THING TO REMEMBER WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED (i promise i loved it its just i have a dory memory)

HAVE FUN EDITING AND GIVING US AN (obviously) AMAZING TRIAGE UPDATE !! <333 LITERALLY CANT WAIT

help HELENA THE WAY IM AB TO CHANGE MY WHOLE THEME AND USERNAME SOON 😭🙏 also pLEASE UR THEME IS SOOOO NICE RN LIKE IM ON DESKTOP RN AND EVERYTHING IS SOO PURPLE??? SUCH A SUPERIOR COLOUR DUH???

OK OOF I have not listened to his album yet but if u rec THEN I RLLY GOTTA ‼️ILL LET U KNOW WHAT I THINK OF THEM HEHE THANK U SO MUCH FOR SHARING <3333

dark blood.... aoty.... so so so good BITE ME LITEARLLY MAKES ME STOMACH MANGLE LIKE UGHHH THEIR VOCALS ARE TOO GOOD😭

I FINALLY UPDATED TRIAGE ‼️ girl when I tell u I had a mental Breakdown over this stupid fic like MY GOD ik it's not that deep but the amt of time I went back and forth on the finale was DRIVING ME CRAZYYYY😭😭 BUT ANYWAY YES ITS FINALLY DONE AND DONT WORRY AB READING IT OMG NO WORRIES BESTIE T-T <333

#ask #@ : lockburn castle ♡︎#LOVE THE PURPLE SO MUCH WOW

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julieverne · 2 years ago

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Myka sighed, flicking her light switch. No light came on, and she looked at the switch in the lights from the hall, flicking it again. She didn't want to have to go check the breaker, go find a bulb from downstairs. She'd just got back from a mission and all she wanted was a hot shower and her bed. Her bad mood could be attributed to the mission, or it could be that Helena hadn't been downstairs to greet her.

She might as well just go straight to bed, after a day like that. She pushed the door open further and... Her room was... Glowing? There were moving lights and reflections from every corner of the room. Myka's bedside lamp clicked on as Myka watched the moving lights in wonder.

'I merely loosened the bulb,' HG said. 'So as not to overwhelm them.'

'It's gorgeous. Wait, them?'

'Crysina limbata.'

'Helena, are those fireflies? Did you fill my room with fireflies? Why would you fill my room with fireflies? Oh god, can you get them out of here? I don't want them to die in my room.'

Helena struggled with the window.

'There are fireflies, to light the scarabs.'

'The... The scarabs?'

'They're shiny,' Helena's voice was low and meek now. 'Perhaps I haven't thought this through.'

'You filled my room with bugs! What were you even,' Myka heaved the window open, flailing at the moving lights, trying to entice them to go outside. 'god, how long did it take you to catch this many?'

The dim shape of Helena on the bed, reaching for the lightbulb answered her. 'A few hours, but you have to admit it was spectacular.'

'Outside, maybe. Not in my bedroom. Where I sleep. With two introduced species of bugs. That you introduced.' Myka could feel the hesitation coming off of HG.

'Three, darling.' The fireflies had mostly gone now, and HG turned the bulb. All around the room bugs glittered on every surface. Deep green ones with iridescent reds and oranges, metallic scarabs that looked forged from silver and gold. Blue and purple, a shimmering, living rainbow. On Myka's books and chair and even her teddy bear.

'Three,' Myka said. 'The third?'

'Jewel beetles.' HG had the foresight to look slightly ashamed, which she knew Myka found endearing. 'I wanted it to be special.'

'Wanted what to be special?' Myka asked, scooping up bugs and putting them in the box HG had apparently transported them into her room with.

'The Warehouse Christmas party. We're allowed to bring a date, and I was rather hoping you'd...' Myka had never seen HG blush, yet here she was, speechless and hopeful, mouth still slightly open from the question she hadn't finished.

'Hoping I'd?' Myka pressed.

'Hoping you would do me the honour of being my date for the company Christmas party,' Helena said all at once. 'Please,' she added as an afterthought. 'I'm sorry about the bugs,' she added as another afterthought. 'I thought they'd be pretty, and ecologically friendly.' Myka gave up. There were too many beetles. She took HG's hand and pulled her carefully out of the room, careful with her feet.

'I'm staying with you until you get rid of the bugs,' Myka informed HG, who merely smiled serenely. 'And I'll go with you to the Christmas party. I was going anyway.'

'But not with me. Not as my date. I'm sorry,' HG said as they paused at her door. 'I was trying to be romantic.'

Myka pressed the shorter woman against the closed door, watched as HG's mouth dropped open before capturing it with her own.

'Next time, simple flowers will do,' Myka said, cutting off what what was sure to be a short lecture on some god-awful carnivorous plant HG probably intended to plant under Myka's bed. 'Roses,' she specified.

'Thats not very inventive,' Helena scoffed, opening up her bedroom door, watching Myka latch it behind her.

'Leave your inventiveness for your bedroom,' Myka suggested. 'I was going to say 'the bedroom', but you really do make sure I have to specify, don't you?'

Helena's cheeky grin was the only acknowledgement she got as she was tugged forward by her lapels. HG certainly could be inventive, but it really was best left to the bedroom.

#bering & wells #otp: bering and wells #bering and wells #warehouse 13 #myka bering #helena g wells #helena wells

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starfirette · 3 years ago

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hc: you & helena go to the mall together

A Trip To The Mall Would Include...

Helena Bertinelli x Reader

masterlist | requests are closed until I can clear my inbox ❤️

It starts with Cassie getting invited to Bruce Wayne's birthday ball. She told Harley she could bring a guest, but Harley told everyone else Cassie was allowed to bring whoever the hell she wanted.

You wanted a new dress anyway, so Helena took you immediately to some high end brand stores. She seemed to know all the managers and designers. You didn't like most of the things you tried on, all of them being a little too out there or not there enough.

It took a while to convince Helena to try shopping like a regular civilian would: at the mall.

It was a girls day! Everyone tagged along in Baby (Harley's vintage Oldsmobile Starfire) and drove to uptown Star City. They had the best mall in the area, so why not go there?

First, you all tried Forever 21. Helena was flabbergasted at the brand and wanted to leave.

Harley didn't leave without buying Cassie a pair of sunglasses and a cheap set of perfume.

Next, Macy's. Reneé found her outfit there, a deep purple suit with flared pants. She bought one her in size.

Helena didn't like anything there, so you all moved along.

Dinah found her dream dress at a local boutique that you immediately followed her into. Dinah chose a plunging black dress with two slits for her thighs. Helena did NOT like the way your eyes glittered at the sight of Dinah posing.

Harley told Cassie to shop at Justice, which made Cassie throw a fit. So Cassie and Harley both took off to try another shop. You and Helena went in the opposite direction, finding a dress shop. You fell in love with a mini, fit and flare dress with long sleeves and dark blue sequins on the black bodice. Helena funded this choice, as well as a pair of new platform shoes and a tiny, but expensive diamond encrusted necklace.

But Helena still wasn't sure what she even wanted to wear.

Meeting back up with Harley and Cass, as well as the others, you saw Harley had chosen a glittering mass of fabric and gems.

Cassie chose something much more formal, a knee length burgundy dress with cap sleeves.

As for Helena, she'd given up officially on shopping, claiming she'd just find something from her mom's old wardrobe. (She ends up wearing a vintage white dress draped down to her ankles, wrapped up in black fur. She was honestly the sexiest one there.)

Harley dragged everyone to the carousel. You and the Birds rode it a couple times in a row.

Dinah and Cass wanted to go to Build-A-Bear, so everyone headed that way next. You made this one for Helena:

And what would a mall trip be without a visit to the food court?! Helena had apparently never been to a Johnny Rockets, so you all gleefully ate there. Even Reneé enjoyed herself, though she wouldn't admit it. Helena was surprised when the workers got on the counters and performed musical numbers. But she enjoyed her hot dog and milkshake!

Before leaving Harley wanted to stock up on Auntie Anne's. Even though you'd all just eaten, you and Helena split a pretzel with cheese and god is was delicious.

So the mall trip was a success. Helena didn't beat anyone up, not even the woman that tried to sell you cuticle gel remover from a "sketchy looking stall."

"It's the mall," Harley said through a mouthful of pretzel. "There's sketchy stalls everywhere. Look, that one is selling iPhone 17s. There aren't even any iPhone 17s on the market!"

Though the trip was a success, Bruce Wayne was still surprised to see a few extra guests then he invited. Harley helped herself to the shrimp cocktails, and got so drunk that she started picking the olives out of an elderly couple's martinis. You and Helena got caught making out in the small art gallery by Bruce Wayne's butler. But Cass still left with an official invitation to be a Robin! All in all, an good day.

#starfirette writes #helena bertinelli x reader #helena bertinelli imagine #helena x reader #huntress x reader #huntress imagine #crossbow killer #birds of prey imagines #birds of prey x reader #bop imagine #bop x reader #dceu x reader #dceu imagine #Mary Elizabeth Winstead

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apocalypseornaw · 3 years ago

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Hunters & Marshal Stars- Part Three

Your relationship with Raylan starts to develop. The question is can you keep your real life away from him?

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex

Why the hell had you thought it was a good idea to agree to go out with Raylan? You stood in front of the mirror in your bathroom staring at your reflection. At the moment you were only wearing your bra and panties which meant the view of your bruises from the last hunt you worked was unobstructed.

The headstone had left your left shoulder various shades of purple from the ghouls finding it hilarious to slam you into it. Thanks to some healing balm it didn't hurt anywhere as bad as it should but the fact still remained. If anything happened that resulted in your top slipping any at all the chances of Raylan seeing it was extremely high and you had no idea how to explain it.

You snapped a photo in the mirror and texted Helena "I should cancel shouldn't I?" You stood there poking hesitantly at the bruise for a few seconds before she texted back "Why? Cause of a bruise? You're telling me someone who's been a hunter as long as you can't come up with a cover story?"

"Like what? I got my ass kicked by undead scavengers right before I crispy crittered them?" You were wracking your brain to explain a line of work that could cause a bruise like that when she texted back to suggest "Well you know it was my fault. I thought I had a better grip on that hutch we were moving at Jess' shop"

You laughed and texted back "Good story. Bobby would be proud how fast you came up with that" you started to get dressed but stopped to read her text when your phone chimed. It simply read "Have fun"

You parked outside the restaurant Raylan had asked you to. He had wanted to pick you up but after you'd playfully teased him about the fact that while you appreciated him being a southern gentleman you wanted your car just in case the date didn't go well he'd relented.

You spotted him standing near the entrance as you climbed out the car, smoothing a hand over your borrowed outfit hoping it looked as good as Helena had said.

From the way Raylan's eyes were trailing over you Helena must have been right because it was easy to see he liked what he saw at least.

You stopped just in front of him "Well Marshal do I look presentable?" He smiled, his tongue flicking out to run across his teeth "Y/N you looked gorgeous cussing me out for running into you but lord I think everyone in there is gonna be jealous when I walk in with you" you rolled your eyes despite the smile that had worked its way onto your face or the fact that you could feel your cheeks warm from his words "Aren't you the sweet talker?" "Ain't sweet talking if it's true there darling" he replied offering his arm.

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It didn't occur to you that you hadn't gone on what could be considered an actual date since Sam and Jess had set you with one of their friends.

Not only that but Raylan was genuinely attentive. He asked how you'd come to be in Miami since it was clear you weren't from there either. You decided to be as truthful as possible and simply told him you'd lost someone close and needed time to get your head on straight so a friend had offered you a job.

You even managed to slip into casual conversation how your shoulder was bruised from helping to move a large hutch.

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Raylan, as it turned out, was from Kentucky. He was divorced. His wife had apparently cheated on him with their realtor when he'd been reassigned to Miami and they'd been tasked with selling the house they'd owned. You could see it had hurt him and wondered why it had even happened.

"Cheating shows not only weak morals but weak character as well. What would it have taken for her to simply tell you she was through before being with another man?" You didn't realize the edge your voice held until you glanced up to see Raylan was looking at you with a semi amused expression. "Sorry just cheating rubs me wrong" he laughed lightly "Me too but let's move to a different conversation than my ex wife. I know I can think of quite a few things I'd rather talk about with a gorgeous woman who's been a bit vague at best about where she hails from"

You smirked at him across the table "Gotta work for your answers cowboy. Show me you're worth the effort" the look in his eyes told you the unspoken challenge in your words had seeped through. "Oh well I take it you're not an open book so does that mean I may rate more than one date?" He asked and you shrugged despite the way your stomach had flipped under the intensity in those hazel eyes being focused solely on you "Maybe so. You're doing pretty well so far"

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"Do you have all the local ice cream places mapped out or something?" You asked following Raylan to one of the tables just outside the ice cream shop where you sat atop it.

He stopped just in front of you before asking "Why. You don't like ice cream?" You motioned to the trash can where you both had thrown away the napkins that were the only things left of your cones. "I like ice cream well enough but hell the day you bout knocked me into traffic you were coming out the ice cream place"

He smiled "Well I consider that a bit of good luck meeting you" You shook your head "Still working on that second date?" He nodded "How am I doing?" You pretended to think about it for a moment then shrugged "Depends"

"On what exactly?" He asked so you shrugged nonchalantly "Depends on if you're a decent kisser or not" "Is that you giving me the ok to kiss you or for future reference?" You rolled your eyes before reaching out for his hand "Actually cowboy, that's me asking you to kiss me"

He smiled and reached up to take his hat off with his free hand lying it next to your hip on the table then leaned closer "Well in that case" one hand moved up to cup the side of your face while the other he laid flat against the table almost touching you.

The moment his lips brushed against yours you let your hands smooth across his chest then up around his shoulders to rest in his hair pulling him closer to you by the soft locks. He tasted like a mixture of the bourbon he'd had with dinner along with the vanilla ice cream and his lips were unbelievably soft.

You whimpered slightly when he pulled away only to have him shoot you a smirk before going back for another kiss rolling his tongue against yours in a way that had you biting back a moan as his hand that had been on the table moved to your hip pulling you closer to the edge of the table.

The sound of a throat being cleared made you both snatch away from each other. You hide your face in Raylan's chest enjoying the scent of his cologne as he apologized to the shop owner who was apparently named David and knew Raylan well enough to know the two of you hadn't meant to get carried away in the moment.

Raylan's hands moved across your back soothingly before a deep laugh rumbled through his chest causing you to look up at him. He looked almost proud of himself before asking "Since we nearly got public indecency charges had David not realized it was me I'm guessing I get a second date?" You laid your forehead back over against his shoulder before saying "Gonna have to say yes cause damn if the main course is anything like the appetizer I've got to say I fear for your ex wife's mental stability"

With two fingers under your chin you let him lift your face to meet his eyes and smiled at him before a rush of doubts flooded your mind. Yeah he was a Marshal, his job was dangerous but yours was worse. Could you allow yourself to get close to him? Was it worth the risk?

A flash of green eyes flickered through your mind along with the memory of a night spent drinking with the boys as a promise that the three of you would always have each other. Now Sam was gone, Dean was with Lisa and her son and here you were in Miami. You missed them both so much but you knew just as Sam had made Dean promise to keep living he'd want you to do the same.

You regretted leaving Bobby but he understood why you had. He'd also convinced Dean that while you were staying with Helena you weren't actively hunting most of the time so that kept Dean from using you as an excuse for walking away from the closest to normal he'd ever had. Lying to Dean the last couple times you'd spoken had felt wrong but it was for his own good.

The change in your thoughts must have shown on your face because he frowned "Did I do something wrong cause you went from smiling and flustered to looking a thousand miles away" you shook your head quickly "You did nothing wrong cowboy. Just the past comes creeping up when you least suspect it"

"I understand. You wanna do something else or you wanna call it a night?" You smiled earnestly at the concern clear in his eyes before saying "Might as well call it a night" he nodded before his eyes flicked down towards your lips. You laughed and pulled him back down for another quick kiss "Walk me to my car?"

He smiled then picked his hat up "Of course"

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You stopped next to your nova and saw the way Raylan looked over the car in appreciation. "No wonder why you wanted your car"

You smiled proudly "One of my closest friends and the nearest thing I've ever had to a father got her road ready for me. Let's just say this car has been a lot to me over the years" he ran a hand over the hood "She's a beaut. Matches her owner perfectly"

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With a final kiss goodnight you pulled away with a promise to text Raylan when you got home. It was weird someone you hadn't known for long being concerned for your well being but it was a good weird.

"He's proven to have more staying power than I originally thought" you admitted to Helena as you helped her prepare herbs to be dried. She glanced up smiling through the crimson waves that had fallen forward over her amber eyes "Have you slept with him yet?"

You shook your head "No but hell I've had to avoid seeing him face to face for the last two weeks so my face could heal up!" You'd ended up running up to Georgia to back Emilia on a hunt and let's just say the arachne didn't like you any more than you liked it. You'd gotten caught up between Emilia trying to get the survivors out and the pissed off creature.

You had stayed at Helena's for two days so she and a few of the other witches she practiced with could keep an eye on you to ensure that none of the poison had infected you when you'd gotten slashed.

She motioned to your face "Well you're healed up. I say call him to go out again.." She trailed off then raised her eyebrows "Unless there's something else holding you back?" You shook your head but before you could open your mouth to say anything your phone started ringing.

One glance at the screen where it laid between the two of you caused her to laugh "Well speak of the devil" you picked up the phone to answer but not before saying "Bite your tongue. That asshole snapped my neck!"

She rolled her eyes playfully as you answered "Hey cowboy. Me and a friend were just talking about you" she winked at you before muttering "and the fact that you haven't given him a ride yet" "Will you stop woman!" You fussed which caused Raylan to laugh whether he'd heard her or not you weren't sure.

"Well you sound like you're feeling better" he spoke, getting your attention back on him instead of Helena's teasing. "I am. I was actually thinking about calling you to see if maybe we could finally reschedule the date we had planned when I got sick" "Sounds good to me darling. How about tomorrow night. If you're free?" You cut your eyes at Helena before saying "I'm free so I guess it's a date then?" You could practically see the smirk on his face when he replied "Guess so"

You walked next to Raylan out the restaurant letting a smile slip onto your face when you felt his hand resting at your lower back. "So what now?" You asked once the two of you made it outside into the warm night air.

He let his hand move from your lower back around to rest on your hip as he faced you "What did you have in mind?" He asked and you bit your bottom lip in thought before finally deciding to just bite the bullet "Well I haven't seen your place yet"

A slow smile crept onto his face "It's nothing too flashy" "I'm sure it's just fine" You replied pulling him down into a kiss.

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The thought honestly hadn't occurred to you until you were partially underneath Raylan on his bed that you had a few scars.

When he helped you to pull your shirt off his mouth found its way to your neck. You bit back a moan when he hit your pulse point but it hadn't gone unnoticed by him because he smiled against your skin "Well darling if we're doing this I wanna hear you"

"Raylan.." you tried but trailed off when his mouth moved further down your chest. You knew the scar across your stomach was the worse so you tried again "Raylan..stop"

He froze leaning up to see your face "What's wrong?" You had to take a breath to keep your voice steady before saying "I um have a couple scars. A few are kinda bad so I didn't want it to be a shock" he raised an eyebrow and you could see where his mind went before he ever asked "Did someone hurt you?" You quickly shook your head "No"

He nodded, catching your lips in a passionate kiss when he pulled away the smile he had made your stomach do a flip "In that case can I get back to what I was doing?" You nodded "Please"

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It had been longer than you cared to admit since you'd slept with someone and Raylan seemed to be an apology of sorts from the universe for that. The way his hands felt on your skin, calloused from use but still soft. The way his lips mapped their own path over your body determined to find every spot that would draw a breathy moan or a curse of his name from your lips.

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The end of the night found you curled up to his chest completely spent. He ran a fingertip across your anti-possession tattoo that adorned your right shoulder blade "What's this mean anyways?" He asked sleepily.

You glanced up at him with a yawn before answering "Just a protection thing. Me and a few friends got it at the same time" it was pretty close to the truth actually "If it protects you then I'm all for it" He replied and you smiled "Still sweet talking huh cowboy?"

He glanced down to where your bare bodies were intertwined "Must work at least a little" you rolled your eyes but leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his lips "I guess so"

@guineapigcuddleparty @m-winchester-67 @universallyraylangivens

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #raylan givens x reader #raylan givens x female reader

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rosietrace · 2 years ago

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Since I've been keeping up with the progress of the new Percy Jackson Disney+ series, I ended up wanting to add PJO into my TWST content.

How, you may ask? Well,

Fellow demigods, may I present to you...

Imítheos, an institution sponsored and supported by scepter hall

Aesthetic

Welcome to Imítheos! We are an institution who guide the descendants and vessels of primordial Greek and Roman beings! We hope you have a lovely time, just make sure not to trip during your time on any duties!

Sponsored by Eclair Hollow, imítheos was created in order to care for the descendants and vessels of primordial Greek/Roman beings without risking their health in the grounds of Scepter Hall Institute.

Imítheos is set in a forest similar to Scepter Hall, and is also relatively close to the location of the institution. But also not too close, considering that could put the health of the members at risk.

Imítheos is an institution run by Helena , an old friend of Eclair who is a centaur filled with everlasting wisdom. She also happens to be a distant descendant to Chiron, a centaur who is considered to be the wisest of his kind.

Helena: The head of the institution and caretaker to all of the residents within Imítheos.

Then we have Helena's three assistants. Diona, and the twins named Polina and Callisto.

Diona: A lazy but somewhat cunning assistant to Helena. They are a descendant to the god of wine, Dionysus. Despite the many complaints they make, Diona manages to memorize every resident's schedules and keep the institute from collapsing.

Polina & Callisto: Having grown up under the care of Helena during their youth in Imítheos, the two twins decided to self proclaim themselves as Helena's other assistants before it became official. Polina is slightly shorter given her current lack of a growth spurt in comparison to Callisto.

With the four of them keeping the institute from collapsing alongside Eclair's approval, they rule the institute with an iron fist and assist the residents in their designated sections.

There are two different sections of the institute. The Greek side, and the Roman side.

The color palettes for both side's uniforms goes as follows:

Greek: Dark brown(like- really dark brown, it almost looks black) with orange and bronze accents

Roman: Dark brown with purple and gold accents

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Upcoming main OC's:

Penelope: Twisted from Percy Jackson

Anthony: Twisted from Annabeth Chase

Gracie: Twisted from Jason Grace

Raphael: Twisted from Piper McLean

Fiona: Twisted from Frank Zhang

Lavender: Twisted from Hazel Levesque

Leonard: Twisted from Leo Valdez

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A bit of trivia:

Imítheos acts as less of an actual school and more of a summer camp where the residents can stay a for the rest of their lives

The Greek side have guilds based on specific people who helped influence the development of their guilds

Whereas the Roman side has a sort of praetor system

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst fan content #twst fanschool #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo disney+#imítheos #scepter hall institute #eclair hollow

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lovelyladylavie · 3 years ago

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Lavard 35

"Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they're craving"

"Babe." Came Lavie's voice. Ardou had just laid his head down after finishing up some notes on a project. She had that tone. That tone that rang with the promise of frustration and adventure all in one.

He gulped before answering. "...yes?"

She got up and leaned over his shoulder. "I need cherry pie."

He cracks a grin, "Is that a euphemism?"

"Usually, but not tonight. I need Cherry pie. Right now." She was quite serious.

"So I assume you want me to go down to food-replocopier and make some." He grumbled, getting snuggly.

Then she said it and he knew he would not know sleep this night.

"No, I need a specific pie."

"What pie?" He sat up, rubbing his face.

"The Cherry Pie from Ruby's Diner on Route 412 outside of Helena, Montana, America, Earth, Delta Dimension."

He looked down at her broken leg. She looked up at him with her big kitten eyes. Obviously SHE wasn't going to go get it.

The door to Ruby's Diner swung open at 2:34 AM. An 8 foot tall Lizardman in a winter coat, purple scarf and boots stomped up to the counter. The few truckers that were in there ran for the other entrance, screaming their heads off. Ruby herself was shaking in her pumps as he walked up to the counter and slapped 30 american dollars, newly replicated, onto the counter. "Two Cherry pies please." He grumbled.

She just gaped up at him, mouth open.

"Oh, Lavie sent me." He remembered to say.

That seemed to snap her out of her state of shock. "L-Lavie? The little manic mechanic?"

"Yeah, that's her. She's my girlfriend and we broke her leg doing- erm! -That's not important. -POINT IS she's not feeling well and assures me that your pie is some sort of 'magic' that'll help her." He manages to stutter out.

Ruby understands and smiles warmly. "Oooh. I see. Here." She boxes up the pies from under the display and slides them over. "So, you two are dating?"

Ardou smiles, a terrifying thing for the unfamiliar to him. "Yeah, hopefully more soon." He looks over his shoulder and fishes out a purple ringbox, opening it to show it off. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"I've known that girl her whole life. And my advice? Get a recessed gem. Girl like that runs around a mile a minute and its gonna snag and take her whole finger off."

He looks at the cut amethyst sticking up in the traditional way. "You're so right! Thank you! I can't believe I didn't think of that!" He sticks it back in his pocket. "I'll get it fixed, thanks so much!" He was about to leave, going for the door.

"Uh, hon? Your pie?"

"RIGHT!" He grabbed the boxes awkwardly.

"And whatever you do, don't stick it in food! You KNOW that girl will swallow it whole!"

"Drat, I'll have to think of something else!" He snapped his fingers and laughed.

He left and the doors chimed as he let them close behind him. He summoned a glowing green portal and disappeared off the face of the planet.

"Poor guy. Gonna get eaten alive by that gal." Ruby chuckled.

Soon they were back comfortably in bed, snuggled up with pie and a musical.

Lavie leaned on his chest, craving satisfied. "Thank you. I love you babe." She sighed, content.

"I love you too. To the moon and back." He kissed her head. The ring was safely put away in a drawer. Someday soon. Maybe they'd have pie at their wedding.

#lavie says stuff #utopia complex #lavard #lavie crane #lizo blossana #ardou blossana

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justnerdthings · 3 years ago

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Never Again Ch.1

Female OC x Raiden/Shang Tsung (It's gonna be both)

Oh, this lovely little fic is going to be a complete disaster. But so fun to write. I think at least a couple people are going to like it.

The area was utterly destroyed. The trees were all turned over and broken. Boulders had moved from their place of centuries. The door to the tomb had been ripped off its hinges. The catacombs beyond it had collapsed. The ancient burial grounds were gone--in rubble. Raiden’s jaw hardened at the sight of it. So much history had been lost. What could have done this? Who?

But had she felt anything? Raiden wondered. He no longer sensed her presence. She was gone. She had been killed. Guilt flowed through him. He should have never imprisoned her here. But it had been the safest place for her… For everyone. A heavy sigh left him.

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The guilt hadn’t left Raiden. Even as he stood in his gardens of Sky Temple and looked out over the night sky, the guilt sat in his stomach like a brick. He had promised her that he would release her once earthrealm won ten consecutive tournaments. It would not have been for another several centuries now, but it would come… It would have come. Now the promise was useless. She was gone.

Raiden sighed and lifted a hand to rub his face. He couldn’t keep doing this. There was nothing he could do. She belonged to the Netherrealm now.

A breeze rolled by, carrying the sweet scent of sakura blossoms. She used to love that scent. No. No, this had to stop. Raiden shook his head slowly and turned. He froze. Sitting on a stone bench on the other side of the garden was a strange figure. They wore dark robes with a hood that shaded their face from the lanterns.

It was her. He could feel it now. But that was impossible. No. That wasn’t real. His guilt had caused this illusion. He always did react strangely to emotions. It was why he actively dismissed them now. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, willing this illusion away. He made his way towards the bench, determined to prove to himself that he was losing his mind to his emotions. When he reached the bench, he opened his eyes, ready to see no one…

But she was still there. She sat so relaxed, leaning to the side, a hand on the seat, propping herself up. This illusion would not go away. He’d had other illusions, but he had never had this amount of guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach. Fine. He would indulge in this. Perhaps it would dull this ache. He sat next to her ghost with a sigh, almost embarrassed that he was about to do this.

“You are not real,” he said defiantly. “You are only a figment of my mind--Of this guilt I feel for her. I could not save her.” The ghost said nothing, of course. It didn’t even move. Raiden’s glowing eyes traced over its form slowly before looking out to the sky again. “I am sorry,” he admitted. The ghost shifted, straightening. He watched it. “I failed you again.”

The illusion turned it’s head to face him. Its hands raised and slowly pulled its hood back. Raiden closed his eyes and turned his head away. He did not want to see her face, even if it wasn’t real. It would only make the knot in his stomach grow. The gentle touch of a hand rested on his knee. Raiden’s brows knotted. Now he was feeling things. Picturing her face in his mind did it. His guilt was just growing. But, he couldn’t help his eyes as they opened and shifted down to his knee.

Her slender hand rested there. Her thumb brushed over it. His jaw stiffened. “No,” he whispered and closed his eyes again. “Leave me.” This illusion needed to stop. Her hand left his knee. He sighed in relief. The illusion had finally left.

Raiden opened his eyes again and turned his head to prove to himself she was gone. His chin was caught in her gentle hand. Her dark eyes locked with his. Her face hadn’t changed a bit. She was so beautiful. Such striking features. Unimaginable beauty. Her pale skin glowed orange in the lanterns’ light. He couldn’t look away. Lost in her eyes, he leaned into her touch as his chest ached. A small smile pulled her lips as she trailed her fingers up and cupped his rough cheek. Her thumb brushed against his lips so gently. Raiden could not control his guilt.

“My love,” the ghost spoke in her voice, so smooth, so natural. His jaw stiffened. “My beloved,” she purred.

“Don’t—” Raiden tried to protest this ghost--this figment of his guilt, but her thumb had rested on his lips to stop him.

“Do you still taste my lips when your sakura trees blossom?” she asked, voice so endearing to him.

His face contorted in his inner pain. He nodded silently.

“I can still feel the sparks dancing down my throat from our last night together,” she spoke slowly, fingers trailing down his chest now, hand coming to rest over his pounding heart.

“Helena…” Raiden breathed her name.

“And then you imprisoned me in that crypt. With no one to keep me company but rotting corpses.”

“I had to,” He admitted painfully. “You had changed. You had killed Kung Lao…” He winced the next second as her nails dug into his chest through his clothes. Her face now harbored a hint of anger. His brows knotted again. His illusions had never caused him physical pain before.

“Kung Lao…” She hissed the name of the great warrior. “Why must you always mention him? Was I never good enough, my love?”

Raiden’s brows knotted deeper. His illusions were never before angered with him.

“Kung Lao this… Kung Lao that… You spent more time with the monk than your own lover,” she accused, her nails dug further into his chest. He reached up and gripped her wrist.

It was solid. A pulse throbbed under his fingers. This was too much for one of his hallucinations. His eyes widened at the realization. “Helena?” Was it really her?

She ripped herself from his grip and stood from the bench in one seamless motion. “You will not imprison me again, beloved,” she promised him. He couldn’t move, not with this shock, not with his emotions fighting themselves. She turned and leaned down towards him. Her fingers coaxed his chin closer, nails gently scraping the skin. Her lips hovered just a hair’s width from his. He leaned forward to connect them, but she had pulled away and tossed his chin to the side. With a grand wave of her free hand behind her, a purple fire burned a hole into the air--a portal. Her eyes lingered on his defeated face for only a moment before she stepped through and the portal closed behind her.

Raiden was left alone with his guilt.

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secret love song

Princess of Lah'mu, Jyn Erso, is sick of pining after her royal bodyguard. So there's only one solution, really. Thrust into him into the arms of another.

(Certainly, she's had better ideas.)

“You should dance with her,” Jyn says when Cassian approaches her for the first time that evening. No doubt hoping to ask her for a dance instead.

Jyn knows that he doesn’t care much for this sort of dancing – he’s always preferred the lethal sort of two steel swords clashing together. But he’s polite enough to ask anyway, at every ball, without fail, for one dance. Only one because Cassian never wants more than what he can have and because Jyn always has someone else to dance with, some other aristocrat to entertain.

But it doesn’t matter; to Jyn, her one dance with Cassian is always the highlight of her night.

Now, she’s too frustrated—upset to dance with him. It’s better if she puts some distance between them. She thinks she’s going to embarrass herself if he comes too close.

“With who?” Cassian inquires, confusion written across his handsome face.

Jyn nods towards the lady, dressed in wine purple, brown hair elegantly twisted up in a bun, not unlike her own. She stands next to the grandiose fountain in the middle of the room, pretending to gossip and giggle with her friends, but Jyn sees her glancing at Cassian every couple of minutes like a moth drawn to a flame.

Helena Krennic is the daughter of Orson Krennic, who is co-owner of the Lah’mu Railways Company and founder of Krennic Bank, therefore a very important individual that she must impress – according to her royal advisor, at least. Helena herself is an accomplished pianist, an esteemed painter, an occasional poet, and an admirer of Cassian Andor, apparently.

Cassian swivels in the direction Jyn gestured towards, his frown deepening.

“Why?”

“Because she’s been looking at you all night,” Jyn answers, relieved to hear that her voice is not quite as bitter as she feared it would be. Yet, she can’t completely hide the contempt either.

“I haven’t noticed,” he says, and she knows he’s being honest. When it comes to battle, nothing escapes his attention, but with the ladies, he’s hopeless.

(Has he noticed that Jyn, too, has been looking at him since she was fifteen? No, he has not. Or perhaps he’d thought her crush childish. Perhaps he hadn’t realized that as she grew up, so did her feelings for him. She’s no longer a young girl admiring her older, braver, skillful royal bodyguard. She’s a woman who’s fallen in love with the forbidden fruit.)

She knows Helena isn’t to blame – Jyn has no claim on Cassian, who is a handsome young man, and whose noble job of protecting the princess made him even more appealing to certain people. Ladies have noticed him before. And while some find his background and lowborn status disagreeable, others deem it a testament of talent and ambition that he could rise as far as to be Jyn Erso’s royal bodyguard at such a young age. Rags to riches is an appealing fairytale. And Helena appears to be a fan of fairytales.

Jyn hates Helena for that. She hates herself for wanting Cassian, and she hates Cassian for being so damn wantable and for not wanting her back. Or if he does, for not showing it. Most of all, she hates the world they live in, and she hates the universe for making her a princess but making Cassian a nobody. It would be an impossible love affair.

“She’s the daughter of Orson Krennic,” Jyn pushes, metaphorically thrusting him into Helena’s arms because she finds it the most reasonable option – letting go of Cassian so he can belong to somebody else. Perhaps then she could learn to let go of her feelings as well.

There, have him, she imagines saying to Helena. The princess gives you her blessing. Have him, just don’t let me have him.

“You’re being impolite,” Jyn continues, throwing him a stern look. “Go and dance with her before she takes offense and tells her father that the princess employs a royal bodyguard with no manners. Queen’s orders.”

There’s a laugh in Cassian’s voice, only because he doesn’t quite realize the extent of her turmoil.

“You’re not queen yet,” he reminds her.

“But I am your boss,” she answers, leaving no room for argument. Cassian seems amused, not subdued, but he leaves as requested and asks Helena Krennic for a dance.

xxx

Jyn expected Cassian would dance with Helena once, maybe twice if she’s pushy, and then make his way back to her or blend into the background as he usually does at these gatherings. But he’s danced with her four times before retreating to a secluded corner, next to a painting of Jyn’s grandmother, where they stand even now. Conversing intimately with each other. Intimately, on Helena’s end, at least. Cassian’s expression is smooth, a mask, but Jyn has known him long enough to recognize that he is less than thrilled with the situation.

She’s watched them as she twirled on the dance floor, making polite conversation with men of power and great importance. She’s seen the way Helena pressed herself tightly against Cassian as they danced, and the way she played with her hair and leaned closer to whisper something to him as they talked. Jyn has sent him into the lion’s den, it seems, and Cassian could not find his way out.

So maybe she feels a bit guilty. Or angry. Or regretful, even. Whatever it is, between two dances with insufferable statesmen, Jyn makes her way over to the not so lovely couple and politely requests Cassian’s presence for a dance. Helena can’t say no even if she wants to. (And, no doubt, she wants to.)

Jyn knows it’s not exactly traditional for a woman to ask a man to dance, and she knows it will fuel gossip and scandalize the aristocracy, but she doesn’t care. She owes it Cassian to rescue him from Helena, and –

She changed her mind. She can’t let the other woman have him after all.

She pushed him towards Helena but she did it in anger, in desperation, in hopelessness. Seeing them together cleared up her mind. If she thought it would help her move on, she was sorely mistaken.

Cassian is relieved as he leads her to the dance floor but only Jyn sees the way his expression loosens. He doesn’t question her erratic behavior. Seconds pass in silence, Jyn trying to ignore how warm his hands are on her waist. How nice he smells. How right it feels to be held by him. How, if she squints, he almost looks like he wants her too.

She breaks the quiet when the song is nearing its end, knowing she’ll be soon swept away by someone else.

“Did you enjoy conversing with Lady Helena?”

There’s not much bite in her words anymore – Cassian’s embrace has mellowed her anger – but he still raises his eyebrows at her.

“I’d rather have conversed with two rabid dogs.”

Jyn’s snort is positively unladylike but his lips quirk at the sound. Her mood brightens.

“But you know this,” Cassian adds, dark eyes searching hers.

“Well, I just thought...” She shakes her head. The song comes to a halt but neither of them lets go. “I don’t know what I thought. But she’s very pretty, wouldn’t you say?”

“Jyn –”

Cassian is interrupted before he could say more and Jyn turns with a fake smile towards the newcomer – no other than Lord Krennic himself. Cassian bows, excusing himself, but Jyn feels his eyes lingering on her as he retreats into the shadows.

xxx

She doesn’t see him again until she’s back in her suite. Cassian waits for her in her sitting room, his cravat gone, his vest unbuttoned. Jyn felt dreadfully tired as she made her way up the stairs, her eyelids heavy, her feet aching – but now, seeing Cassian in front of her, she perks up. She could spare him another hour of conversation before retiring for the day. Especially since she’s barely seen him today at all.

“You’re in luck,” Jyn remarks as she plops down on a recliner opposite of him, hiking up her dress to remove her shoes. She massages her sore feet, wondering what it would take to convince Cassian to do it for her. Dancing all night really takes its toll on one’s legs – by the end of the night, she could barely stand.

“Lord Krennic doesn’t want a ‘strange figure like you’ around her only daughter. He’s tried to subtly persuade me to call you off, I think. As if you were my dog or something, can you believe it?” Jyn huffs, even though, yes, she can believe it, and so can Cassian. “In any case, I doubt Helena could pursue a relationship with you now. Even she has to realize that.”

Cassian scowls. He looks good like this, still in his fancy attire but comfortably messy instead of exceptionally neat. Jyn likes the way his shirt crumples up and the way his hair falls into his eyes. The way he leans back against the couch with leisure. He looks like Cassian now, not like one of the detestable dukes she’s had to endure this evening.

“Oh, don’t take offense,” she adds at his frown. “Krennic is a hateful man, he’s always been.”

Her blood had boiled at the way Krennic had spoken of Cassian – but she doesn’t want him to be upset now. Krennic doesn’t matter. Even the royal advisor doesn’t matter. She would always, always pick Cassian. (And if that makes her a terrible future queen… well. An issue for a different day.)

“I don’t care what Orson Krennic, or her daughter thinks of me,” Cassian says, his voice low. “I just don’t understand why we are talking about her again.”

She shrugs. “I thought you might want to know that she won’t be bothering you anymore.”

“I wasn’t very afraid of that.”

“Good then.” She nods, and they fall into a silence less comfortable than it usually is with Cassian. He seems calm as he observes her but Jyn feels her skin itch under his gaze. Does he see that when he looks at her? Can he sense her heart beating faster every time he’s in her vicinity? How much does he, her formidable royal bodyguard, truly notice?

“Jyn,” he drawls her name, a question in his voice. She looks up at him instinctively. “You’ve been acting strange.”

She swallows, trying to evade the question. “Have I?”

He nods. “Positively.”

“Strange how?”

“Strange about this Lady Helena business,” he says. He’s so calm, so in contrast with Jyn’s growing nerves. He’s figured her out. Hasn’t he? Of course he has. Cassian knows her too well. “If I had to take a guess, I’d say you were jealous of her.”

“I wasn’t,” she says – too fast. An amateur move. Is she trying to be caught? Part of her wouldn’t even be surprised. “Why would I be?”

A smile plays on his lips. Small but genuine. A far cry from his other smiles; polite, disarming, reassuring – all fake. She’s one of the few people who get to see his real smiles. She always feels pity for the rest of the world who will never know how beautiful it can truly be.

“I don’t understand why you should be either,” he says, rising from his place. Jyn remains seated, staring up at him as he walks closer. “You know I only have eyes for you.”

It’s not true, she’s never known – but he says it like a confession that she can’t misinterpret. It’s not a platonic statement, it’s not even because of his job as her royal bodyguard. It’s too… intimate for that. He means it the same way she only has eyes for him – exclusively, faithfully, admiringly.

Jyn’s heart stops for what feels like too long before it begins pounding in her chest. The shaky breath she lets out is audible in the quiet room, full of tenderness, longing and hope. She finally stands too, her aching feet forgotten.

“Do I?” she counters quietly, her eyes trained on his.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, Cassian allows his feelings to show on his face, allows her to read him like a book. What stands out most is devotion – so strong and absolute, it nearly knocks her off her feet.

“I hoped you did,” he says, his voice honest and gentle.

“I didn’t,” she answers but her lips curve up.

“My mistake. I shall make it clear from now.”

Cassian reaches up, so slow like he expects her to object, fingering the golden barrette in her hair. He hesitates for a moment before removing it, his thumb catching on her cheek. Her hair cascades down her shoulders, brown locks framing her face, Cassian combing through them with his fingers.

“I like your hair down,” he tells her. Such a simple thing to say, but Jyn can’t hold herself back anymore. She reaches up to kiss him, gasping into his mouth as his hand wraps around her waist. It’s a quick but intense thing, stealing the breath from her lungs, making her tremble in his arms.

She pulls away to look him in the eye, voice low and insistent.

“Tell me again that you want me. And don’t ever let me forget.”

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