#if I had to inherit her horrible sleep

[transmasc-rose]

One day I will be able to maintain a normal sleep schedule (lie)

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Meant to be His -Aemond T.

Aemond was very close with his Aunt when he was young, realizing at a young age that he had a definite crush, however other than scare off her suitors, there was nothing he could do…not until he was older.

Aemond is finally old enough to be with her and he has to ensure that her husband is gone before her family comes to speak for Lucerys’ inheritance.

Warning: Murder, Targcest, Inappropriate pets (Lions Do Not Belong as Pets)

He’d had a crush on Y/n since he could remember, he was only 3 when he first remembered realizing his feelings but they had always been there. She was the one that was always there for him and he for her, whenever he needed to cry to her over his horrible brother and cousins, or when she was stressed about her days in court and people trying to force her to marry.

He crawled into her bed with her almost every night, snuggling in with her and sleeping better than he ever did alone. Aemond was the one who scared off her suitors, the boy following along when she was strolling through the gardens with one of them, asking a million questions and clinging to her skirts, making sure that the men knew that they were a “package deal” and that they wouldn’t have her without him.

By the time that Aemond was 18 he had clearly figured out what his feelings were as a child and at first he was horrified that he’d fallen for his Aunt, but when he thought about it more he realized how much his Aunt had needed him. He had given her comfort by being with her all of the time and chasing away her suitors while she had done the same for him by being there for him when he had no one else.

She had been married off to Tytos Lannister (a cousin of Jason and Tywin Lannister-twins who served the crown) after the night he’d lost his eye, Aemond no longer fighting for her and leaving her all alone. He hated himself for that. She wasn’t afraid of him, hadn’t judged him and had stayed with him all night that night while he was in agony-and yet still, he’d left her alone…he needed to rectify this and so he would.

He had been told that they were coming, the whole family, including Y/n who had still yet to bear the Lannister a single child-leaving everyone to believe that there was something wrong with her. Aemond did not believe that though, he knew that she was drinking moon tea, she had admitted to him she always would if she was forced to marry a man she did not love.

Aemond left Vhagar behind as he made his way to Casterly Rock, not willing to risk anyone knowing that it was him-even though he was sure as soon as they married that people would always suspect.

It was the middle of the night and the guards were way to easy to get around prompting Aemond to vow guards outside her door 24/7. Sneaking into the main bedroom was simple but he quickly found out that his soon to be wife’s husband did not sleep there-he also realized as he saw her pet sleeping at the foot of her bed, why she didn’t need guards at the door. As he made to go and search for him he was startled by her voice behind him.

‘Aemond?’ He winced, turning to see her in her lovely night dress, she was as lovely as the day he first cuddled her in her bed as a boy.

‘You are dreaming Issa Darīa…lay back down-‘ (My Queen)

‘Aemond…what are you doing here?’ She asked, looking down to see the blade in his hand.

‘Y/n…I would have you be my wife…your family will be in the Keep in a weeks time and I would have you widowed and married off to me…you told me you would never give children to a man you hated…you hate Tytos and I know you do. Just go back to sleep and pretend you never saw me…please Issa Darīa?’

She stared up at him for several seconds before standing and moving to his side, pointing to the right. ‘Last door on the left with his little whore. She’s given him 4 kids since we’ve been married and I would love to see all of them in the street when he’s dead…make it look like she did it.’ She instructed, leaning up and kissing his lips sweetly. ‘I would happily give you all of the babies you want from me…husband.’ Aemond’s eye widened at this revelation, honestly having been a bit worried she wouldn’t want his babies either.

‘I will see you in a weeks time and I will have everything planned for a quick wedding. No one but I will ever touch you again.’ Aemond kissed her once more before sneaking from the room and walking down the hall to the last door she indicated, finding Tytos and a sleeping women beside him. Placing his hand over the Lannisters mouth he watched as his eyes flew open. ‘You should have treated my Aunt with more respect-if you had I would have left her alone to be happy but here you are in bed with a whore. I would be honored if all she ever gave me was her perfect body and maybe if you had been content with that she wouldn’t have been drinking the moon tea all these years.’ The man’s eyes widened in shock and Aemond smirked. ‘No matter now. You’ll be dead, your whore will have done it, and your wife will see all of your bastards on the street. You should have been a better husband.’ Before he could even try and scream Aemond had driven the blade through his neck and watched him choke on the blood, wiping some of it into the woman’s hand to make it look like she had done it before leaving the room and sneaking back out of the castle, making his way home quickly and beginning to fix his chambers so that it would accommodate his wife as well.

News of his “Uncles” death reached them and none of them cared but Aemond who told his mother that Y/n would be remarrying him. She had refused at first but when he threatened to take Vhagar and burn the whole of Casterly Rock and everything the Lannisters have, she gave in.

He saw her again for the first time in the throne room. She walked in with her sister and nephews and right beside her was the Lannisters house sigil, a large lion that didn’t seem at all bothered by anyone around them. He had heard that the Lannister idiot had gifted his Aunt a male lion cub for their wedding (having seen it sleeping in her bed instead of her husband) and it seems that she had trained it quite well as it strolled beside her, not looking at anyone who jumped away from it, terrified. Every person who was brave enough to speak to her was growled at, though the lion did not lunge at anyone, only stepping forward when a man got too close.

As they stood across from their family Aemond moved forward, standing in front of Y/n and bowing, holding out his hand and taking hers, planting a kiss on it, all without her pet making a single sound. Though he was staring at Aemond intently.

‘I was very sorry to hear of your loss, Aunt Y/n.’

‘Sure you were…’ Jace mumbled under his breath.

‘Despite that, I am very happy to see you again. It has been too many years since I’ve set my eyes upon your lovely face.’ She blushed a dark pink shade and he was proud that he could make her feel like that.

‘Don’t you mean eye?’ This time it was Luke who mumbled and as Y/n kicked him in the ankle, the large beast beside her looked over and bore his fangs at Luke whose eyes went wide as he stepped back, the lion stepping closer before Y/n pet him softly, the rough looking fur making Aemond curious, only having seen these creatures in Lannisters cages (which is where she was meant to keep it but she raised it from a cub and the cub was entirely subservient to her, completely eager to please her).

‘His name is Aera. Would you like to touch him?’ She offered and Aemond looked up from the animal in surprise. ‘I don’t offer that to just anyone, keep that in mind.’ Aemond couldn’t help his smile as he nodded his head.

‘I would be honored.’ She took his hand into hers and pet Aera with her other hand before placing his hand onto the beasts head. He was right, the fur was rough and course but still somehow soft and softer still when she moved his hand under the lions chin to scratch him making the animal rumble out a happy noise. ‘He’s amazing. You’ll have to come out with me and meet Vhagar tonight. I promised you a flight-‘

‘I don’t think that would be appropriate actually brother. Y/n’s husband has just passed and a Targaryen princess her age with no children is…coveted to say the least. We are trying to find a new match for her and her being out alone with her Uncle would not help that matter.’ Rhaenyra explained and it made Aemond scoff.

‘And yet, you are not in charge of my lovely Aunts care, my mother is. We shall go flying tonight my love. You have my word.’ He promised making Y/n smile.

‘I look forward to it, Nephew.’ She stated, Aemond bowing once again before going back to his spot beside his sister.

It took several moments before the meeting started however just as Aemond had requested, his mother announced the proposal first. ‘Before we begin this meeting I must address the tragic passing of Tytos Lannister, husband of our own Y/n Targaryen. A Targaryen that has been left unmarried. It has come to my attention that my own son has agreed to take Y/n to wed, a wedding that will be held in 2 days time and I am sure you will all join me in wishing them the best of luck in marriage and for children.’ Many people were stunned, however none of them were family members, all of their family was seemingly expecting something like this.

‘Well, if this is the way of it then I believe it would be more appropriate that I stand with my betrothed.’ To say that Aemond was pleased would be an understatement-he was ecstatic. Finally, after all these years, he was finally getting the one thing everyone tried to convince him that he could never have.

Y/n moved to stand beside him, Aera moving with her and sitting between him and Helaena. While the inheritance was dealt with and Vaemond said his peace, Aemond watched as Y/n had knelt to the ground and stopped Jaehaerys and Jaehaera from touching Aera without her permission, instead having the lion lay down and allow the children to pet him, telling them never to go near him without permission but happily letting the twins pet Aera-who seemed quite content to be scratched as Y/n stood back up just as the King entered the throne room.

‘Are they safe?’ Aegon asked, looking down at his twins petting the large beast.

‘So long as they don’t poke his eyes or put their hands in his mouth, and of course I don’t tell him to attack them, then yes, they’re perfectly fine.’ She responded, allowing Aegon a sigh of peace.

‘If there is nothing more to be dealt with then this matter is closed-again!’ Viserys stated with great difficulty.

‘Actually Father, there is. Since my sister has been widowed it seems that the Queen has taken it upon herself to betroth Y/n with her son Aemond instead of to another house.’ Rhaenyra told him like a toddler tattling to their mother, the King looking to Alicent.

‘After all this time, the Princess has not brought forth any children of her own. My son is young, ready to have children and a younger man may make it more likely that she bear children. Aemond and Y/n have always been close, it just seemed to be the smartest decision husband.’ She explained to him and Viserys seemed to agree fairly quickly.

‘It does seem to make sense. We shall all be praying for grandchildren.’ With that the King was helped down the stairs and everyone was paying attention to him.

‘You will make a wonderful mother in a few months.’ Helaena stated quietly to her before ushering her twins out of the throne room and to their lessons.

‘She’s right you know. You will make a wonderful mother and I promise you to give you children as soon as I possibly can.’ Aemond swore, taking her arm and leading her from the room as well.

‘And I promise that I will never drink moon tea again.’

The both of them spent the next hour until dinner strolling around the castle and talking about their lives and what they want them to be here in the Keep.

‘Promise me one thing?’

‘Anything, my Love!’ Aemond swore, taking her hand in his as they walked into the dining hall and stepped towards the end of the table.

‘Promise me that should our daughters not have dragons that they will be trained to defend themselves-at least enough. I want to know that if I have daughters that they are safe…I know it isn’t normal but please, Aemond?’

Aemond considered this as he looked into the eyes of his betrothed and saw how much this meant to her. ‘Should you bless me enough in this world to give me little girls, I will train them myself. You have my word-dragons or not.’ Aemond watched as tears welled up in his brides eyes and she leaned closer to him, pulling him down to her height by his neck and kissing his lips sweetly.

‘Thank you Aemond.’

Dinner was eventful as was to be expected. Y/n at least tried to keep her betrothed from fighting her nephews but as Jace made a comment about how she would be a terrible mother when she has the kind of judgment that chooses Aemond as a husband, she was no longer willing to hold Aemond back-not that she could have anymore once he saw the tears in his brides eyes. Aemond lunged forward and took Jace to the ground, beating his face in until both Daemon and Criston Cole both got ahold of his arms and pulled him off of the idiot.

Y/n knew that her family wasn’t happy with her decision to marry Aemond but she decided that they would get over it in time-and time is what it took it seemed.

9 months after their wedding (technically 9 months after that horrible dinner) Aemond and Y/n welcomed their own set of twins into the world, 2 boys called Maelon and Maelor before having a daughter nearly a year later called Elaena. Elaena’s birth wasn’t an easy one like the twins was and after the scare that it gave him, Aemond forbid her from having any more children-instead he put a regiment in place where Maester Orwell brewed her moon tea every Sunday to ensure no more pregnancies. Many people disagreed with this and were adamant that a woman should have as many babies as possible however Aemond had broken more than one man’s face for saying such things in the presence of and Gods forbid actually saying to his wife!

Aemond and Y/n led a happy life from then on after removing themselves from the war, Aemond refusing to allow his family to use him and Vhagar as weapons-needing to stay with his wife and babies. They stayed on Dragonstone after that, Rhaenyra getting to use the idea of Vhagar being on their side as long as she kept her sons and step children away from Aemond.

After the quick war they lived out the rest of their lives with their children in the Keep, both Aemond and Y/n getting everything they wanted in the end-even if it took them a while to get there.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[mochinek0]

Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated. 

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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[lavena]

I feel like we never get to see Damian when he is truly at home.

When we see him at Wayne Manor we see a boy who just witnessed the death of many of the people he grew up with, assassins he trained beside slaughtered and his grandfather dead.

We see a boy that has been taken away from all he has ever know, all the customs, the rules, the food, the wildlife and plants, the people, the very weather is nothing that he is used to.

He suddenly never gets the chance to speak his native language, he has no one to help him adapt, normal behaviors for him are considered wrong and strange.

He is not at home in his father's house.

The scene we see of him at the League is during a test, training that is meant to be difficult and tortuous. Then immediately after we see a deadly attack on the compound he calls home, the people he love are evacuating and panicking, he has to pay them no mind and make his way past crowds of people he knows to find his grandfather, to defend him. He fails.

His home is not his home when it is under attack.

We never see Damian at home.

Just once I want to see him at home.

See him on his way to the mess hall in his silk green robes, walking camly with his line of advisors.

All children around his age, the eldest 5 years his senior, the youngest 5 months under him.

A boy and 3 girls, one is the smartest and fastest person he knows, she is the next in line to be his tactician, she trains just as hard as he does, he beats her in hand to hand but can never catch up to her in a race. They study mathematics and history together, quizzing one another and working hard to out do the other on their tests.

2 girls, twins, the best shadows the league has to offer him, they are still learning but most teachers can't catch a trace of them in the rafters when they are sneaking into the kitchen to steal damian cookies. They will be his shadows, his elite guards, the two people he trust to not know where they are behind his back.

The last is a boy, 5 years his senior, built with thick muscle and broad shoulders. No one can beat him in raw strength and flexibility. This boy trains with Damian to take on enemy's stronger than himself. This boy will be Damians right hand man, the one who steps in front of attacks, but also wards them off completely simply by being at Damians side. Damian trusts this boy enough to sleep at his back in the open air.

All 4 of these children have put their lives on the line for Damian before. They have killed for him before, and he for them. They have a bond that was not bought, but earned. The boy had once carried them all down halls and hoisted them into the rafters so the guards wouldn't catch them outside past their bedtime.

Damian and these children are the next to inherit the League. They will be more formidable than Ra's Al Ghuls team of 14 guards, tacticians, and trusted advisors. They have such intrinsic knowledge of eachother that words are not needed. These children have never known anything except eachother, they are life long friends.

Or they were supposed to be.

They were going to be. Until their guardians dragged them away from the fighting, fleeing from the attack, leaving their prince without his guards.

The fought tooth and nail to get back to him, and by the time they returned to Nada Parbat their prince was gone. The Princess, Talia, told them he was safe, but he would not return for some time.

Their home never felt the same after that.

Damian left his home in that fight, left the people he trusted most.

I want to see Damian at home somewhere.

Let him see the people he fought with, the people he trained with, the people who love him and call him Prince without a mocking or teasing tone.

I know his time with the League was not kind, was not the environment any child should grow up with, no one should have as many scars as Damian does at his age.

But he is a prince, he was bound to have assassination attempts, so he was trained against such attacks. It was horrible and awful and he had to kill, but he survived.

There is no way to something as powerful as the League to exist without any kind of warmth. There had to be moments where the screams of children weren't from the pain of training but instead the screeches that come from playing tag, or running from an elder sibling whi grabs you around your waist and swings you into a couch violently.

Screams as they ran from guards that would quickly trail into giggles and pants for breath as they couldn't contain their laughter.

Damian was not in a safe place, but that doesn't mean it was devoid of joy.

The Bat Fam deserves to see their youngest at his most comfortable.

Dodging knives that were thrown, not with the intent to hurt, but to tease. Their games of tag and hide n seak were dangerous, it help them to not panic in time of actual danger. A knife would be thrown and dodged in the same second as a conversation was started.

A race up a mountain was aided by arms reaching or throwing one another over obstacles. Attacks are made with the expectation the other will respond accordingly, a tussle is a normal form of greeting and bruises are almost a welcome sight.

You are alive it says, alive enough to be moving with me and you will continue to do so.

Your injuries prove your strength, a cut from a thrown dagger is greeted with a smile and a returned throw.

They are just as easily greeted with a tackle to evade an assassins attempt as they are a tackle to simply tussle, either way the other party is thankful for their contact.

The first time Damian sees his advisors again 4 knives are thrown at him, all dodged and responding ones are dodged as well, right after all 4 of his friends are tackling him to the floor and reaching out to check he has no wounds from his travels. They laugh the whole time and drag Damian from the floor to their joint rooms. They have much to catch up on, never mind the line of 4 vigilantes standing behind their prince, mouths agape at the violent yet unmistakablly friendly actions towards their youngest.

They will se much of the same actions throughout the week they reside their, knives are thrown and danced away from in one moment and a guard is bending his knee to softly bump foreheads and whisper " Welcome home Little Prince, we have missed you" in the next.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked my boyfriend to kick his boyfriend out of our communal living situation and out of our polycule due to “incompatibility”?

submitted 5/22/2024 ~💔🌈🏚️<- to find

I (26F) am considering asking my boyfriend O (32M) to kick out his other partner/boyfriend E (36M) from our communal living situation and our polycule, because E is not compatible with either our relationship or the group as a whole. Here’s the situation: The three of us currently live in O’s childhood home (his parents died and he inherited it), along with four other roommates who are not in the polycule. All of us split the bills evenly, except for E because he was recently fired from his job as a mechanic, so he pays a much smaller amount, which means all of us have to increase the amount we pay in order to keep up. This would be fine except E is not looking for a job and this is causing financial strain on all of us. It’s a large house and it’s very old so it tends to need a lot of maintenance, currently we have to get the roof repaired because a section of it caved in during a snowstorm (that part of the house is roped off because it’s still not fixed of course) and just my luck, my room happened to be on the floor below this, so O has me sleeping in his room because he’s worried floor above my room may have rotted from exposure due to the caved in roof. This will be relevant later. Now, here are the specific reasons why I want E out of here (aside from financial strain):

Everyone in the house is part of the same religious group. We are a neo pagan group (details not necessary for this but feel free to ask questions, but just know that we have some agreed upon beliefs and practices that we’ve developed over the past three years) and many in our group, including O, practice witchcraft. E, however, is a hardcore atheist, and is condescending towards us whenever we partake in our various practices. O thinks that E can be persuaded to respect us and that it’s just a matter of time, but I do not think that’s probable. O is the elected spiritual leader in the house (one: because he’s held these beliefs longer than most of us and brought us together, and two: it’s his house), so only O can kick someone out for religious reasons. We can vote to kick someone for abuse, but nothing E has done is technically bad enough.

He should be kicked from the polycule because I think he is using O either for sex or to make up for something he did back when they were in a situationship. The past between those two is very intense because it’s linked to E discovering his identity and it was O’s first relationship. It ended very badly on horrible terms, but they decided to give it another shot for whatever reason. E had an intense vendetta against me from the very beginning and he thinks that I’m delusional for believing O is in love with me because when O liked E it was “very different”. E has his own bedroom, but spends most of the time in O’s room, typically to have sex. Sometimes they want me to join in with them, but I usually decline because I’m suspicious of E’s intentions and I do not trust him. The one time I did agree to join in led to my unplanned pregnancy. I also think E is cheating on O because whenever O leaves the house, E brings over his ex B (33F), and those two hook up (or at least I assume they do because they lock themselves in the bedroom for hours).

On the cheating note, E has been getting checks in the mail from B, but he hasn’t been using this money to contribute to the bills, but rather stashing it away into a “project fund”.

B is dating my ex A (28F) and I know B has been gossiping to her because A has been posting to her private insta account long rants about “another perfectly good lesbian turned by dicks and witchcraft”, which could ONLY be referring to me because as far as I know, she hasn’t had any relationships in between ours and her’s and B’s. She is radfem and tradcatholic so the statement isn’t a surprise, but she only started posting that stuff After B started coming over, and she was kicked from the house for being intolerant, so it’s odd for her to start ranting about me now.

I think it’s unfair that my ex was kicked out for intolerance while I was still dating her, even though I objected (it was a toxic relationship and I was in deep), but O hasn’t kicked out E despite E also being intolerant and dating one of us.

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Did You Like Them? || D. Targaryen x oc (Dear Motherhood Series)

GIF by unknown DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: A heartfelt conversation between Leyla and her closest handmaiden reveals her feelings towards her first child, Alyssa.

a/n: pls pls pls send in some requests!!! this can be for the dear motherhood series if you like!

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Leyla quietly moved her feet towards the nursery. The whole of castle were fast asleep and yet she was still awake, except for the few guards around, including the two infront of the nursery. She quietly opened the door and closed it slowly. Daemon was still asleep in their bedchambers.

The young Lady walked closer to the crib at a slow pace where her daughter, Alyssa laid asleep. She crouched down beside her, her eyes studying every feature of her face. Alyssa looked very much Leyla, except for the silver hair that she inherited from Daemon.

With so much intent, Leyla stayed there for the next 10 minutes, Alyssa’s chest falling up and down at a steady rate. The door quietly opened as Alyssane, her closets friend and handmaiden, approaches her. “My Lady, what are you doing up at this hour?” she asked before crouching down beside the babe’s crib.

“I like watching her sleep,” Leyla spoke in a soft voice, admiring her daughter. A smile makes it to Alyssane’s lips, “When my children were babies, it was my favourite time too,” She says as the two make eye contact and chuckle softly.

Visiting Alyssa in the middle of the night was a daily occurrence for Leyla. Of course, Leyla often saw her daughter throughout the day but it felt different watching her at night, all alone. Whenever they were around the castle or outside, the young Hightower would often feel quite awkward holding her own child.

The looks she would be given or the whispers that would go around drove her insane. So she rather enjoy her daughter’s presence alone, without the prying eyes of court. Leyla’s eyes flicker to Alyssane, she hesitates before opening her mouth to ask her question.

“Did you like them?” She felt herself holding a breath, “Straight away?” Alyssane’s eyes snap to Leyla. She noticed her hesitation before she covered it with a small smile. “Well, I was pleased they were healthy. I would’ve killed anyone that could cause them any harm.”

“Like them? I think that comes later, my Lady” Leyla listens intently. “When I look at her,” She starts, her fingers moving away a stray lock of hair fallen on Alyssa’s face, “All I can remember is the pain of giving birth to her. Those horrible nine months I had to endure.” Leyla confessed.

Alyssane held her hand in a comforting manner. “Having a baby is a sacrifice aswell as a blessing,” Alyssane added with a sad smile. Leyla knew that when she found out she was with child, her childhood was being sacrificed. It took her some time to accept the cold truth.

“I’m afraid, Alyssane. Father is asking for more grandchildren and there’s no doubt Daemon wishes for more heirs from me,” Otto had been on Leyla’s back on having children well, ever since she married Daemon. Even more after she had her first, Alyssa.

“Don’t be, my Lady. You are incredibly strong, having a child at ten-and-five? Not many people can do that and still continue with a smile on their faces. These feelings you’re feeling right now? They will blow over and overtime, when you look at Alyssa, you will feel a sense of accomplishment”

Leyla looked back over at peaceful Alyssa, “Thank you Alysanne,” she smiled gratefully at her friend’s comforting words.

~

It was the Hour of the Owl and once again, Leyla slipped out of Daemon’s hold and quietly moved away from the bed and into the corridors. The brunette was only helped guided by the burning torches that lit up the castle, although it was nearly impulse that led her to her daughter’s nursery.

That day had been particularly hard for Leyla. Otto had found out that she had been talking about finding ways to slow down the chances of becoming pregnant. That earned Leyla a harsh slap across her face.

The young Hightower didn’t dare to tell her Lord Husband out of embarrassment. Leyla was slightly surprised to see her daughter eyes wide awake. She quickly moved to her and carefully picked her up as Alyssa cooed making her mother smile.

She opened the curtains to allow light from the moon to seep through the nursery. There, Leyla stood cradling her daughter in her arms as she sung a sweet lullaby. She cherished these moments she shared with her first born, away from the bustling of court.

Leyla was slightly startled when she felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around her waist. “Husband,” “Wife,” He replied back in a husky voice, his head rested on her shoulder as they both look down at their daughter. “I thought I might find you here, pray do tell, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?” He spoke calmly, leaving a small trail of kisses along her shoulder and neck.

“I could not find sleep Daemon, and neither could your daughter it seemed” She softly chuckled as he joined. “Can I?” Daemon tilted his head to Alyssa as Leyla nodded. She carefully passed the 2 month old babe to her father as he softly patted her back, a soft tune coming out of his mouth in his mother’s tongue.

Leyla thought it would be impossible to fall in love with Daemon even more, well that changed ever since he became a father. He was such a huge softie when it came to Alyssa and she liked that he only reserved this side for her.

In just a few minutes, Alyssa had fallen asleep. Daemon slowly laid her down in her crib as the two stand in each other’s arm admiring the tiny human being they created. “Goodnight, my darling” Leyla leaned down to whisper to her before placing a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Daemon smiled as he watched the whole interaction. He always knew Leyla would be a great mother to his children. The couple quietly walked back to their bedchambers hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

~

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[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Angel of Small Death

Part 7 in my Halloween mini series!

Dark Priest!Billy Russo, Dark Priest!Matt Murdock, Dark!Frank Castle

Warnings: Major blasphemy, dub-con, corruption, spanking (with a Bible), very very inappropriate use of said Bible, oral (f), edging, being held in place.

You check on Billy in the morning.

He has no recollection of ever being in the attic, no clue how he got there or even why. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep the night before.

He looks so concerned, so worried, that you don't bother to tell him about the things he did, the things you wanted him to do.

Your heart hurts a little at the thought, that all of his words had no meaning, that those hungry, ravenous kisses weren't meant for you.

It helps you grow more complacent with the idea of Father Murdock's punishment, that your loyalties were to God, and this monastery, and a few moments of weakness couldn't define you.

Your head is held high when you step into Matt's office at midday, prepared for whatever punishment he would dole out.

You would take it, and you would grow from it.

But you stiffen when you step in to find a person you’re not expecting.

“Mister Castle?” You ask curiously, your stomach going queasy with anxiety.

Frank turns, lifting his head from the bible in his hands, looking at you in an expectant and eager way that has you second guessing the strength of your resolve.

“Hey sweetheart,” He murmurs, snapping the book shut, “you’re right on time.”

“On time?” You question, wondering exactly how much he knew. Glancing around the room you note that Matthew isn’t even here.

He gives you a cryptic smile, moving toward you, placing the bible onto Matthew’s desk, before stopping in front of you.

His face is contemplative, stern, he raises a hand, trailing the backs of his fingers over your cheek.

Your breath catches as his touch tingles across your skin.

“Billy keeps touching you when he knows he shouldn’t.” His voice ripples across your skin, that spot between your legs warms slightly. 

You swallow, feeling the need to defend your longtime friend.

“He was just confused, he didn’t mean to.”

“No?” Frank asks, “And what about the night he came into your room to taste you? Was he confused then?”

Your eyebrows draw together.

Had that actually happened? Was it not a vivid dream? How did Frank know about it?

You can’t find the words to express your disbelief, searching his face for any indication that he was lying to you.

“That didn’t happen.” You protest weakly.

Instead of responding, his smile only deepens.

The sound of the door locking behind you draws your attention, and you turn to see Father Murdock standing at the door.

“I’m happy to see you came,” Matthew says, and you frown, opening your mouth to tell him that you hadn’t had much of a choice.

“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this.” Frank answers. You glance at him, your brain teetering on overdrive as you try to fit pieces together that don’t go quite right.

Matthew leans his cane against the door, carefully approaching the both of you.

“And you, little one, are you ready to accept your sins and work towards redemption?”

You straighten.

“I am.”

“Good.” he says with finality, approaching you.

He reaches out, fingers finding your rosary around your neck, tracing the pearls.

“Tell me about this.” He says.

You swallow, glancing down at the rosary in question.

“It’s been passed down through each Mother Superior for generations. I inherited it when she passed. God bless her soul.”

“I see, and how did she die?”

You blink, wondering how he hasn’t heard the bizarre story yet.

“She got sick, they all did, every senior person in the abbey. It was horrible.”

“You poor thing.” Frank says, stepping closer behind you, and you turn to look up at him.

You give him a weak smile.

“It happens, I guess. The Lord’s reasons are not always known to us.”

He chuckles, lifting a hand to hover it over your rosary as well, never actually touching it.

“I suppose so.” He murmurs.

“Remove it,” Matthew’s voice interjects, “We are going to begin your punishment now.”

You nod, shakily tugging the rosary over your head, wrapping it around your fist with the expectation that you’re going to pray.

“Bend over my desk.”

You freeze.

“Wh-what?”

Matthew angles his head, saying Frank’s name, your eyes dart between the men as some kind of silent exchange happens.

Frank smiles politely, reaching out to grip your shoulders.

“I don’t think he wants to repeat himself, sweetheart.” Frank says, turning your body and guiding you toward the wooden desk.

Your hips pressed flush to the desk, you gasp as he presses on your shoulder, bending you over the table.

When you try to protest, and raise your body, Frank reaches to grip your wrists, pressing them down.

It renders you somewhat immobile, Frank moves to sit in the chair right in front of you, almost at eye level, while he keeps his grip firm on your wrists.

“What is going on? What kind of punishment is this?” You ask, wriggling, confused as to how this will redeem you in any way.

You feel hands settle on your backside, tugging your skirt up slowly.

“This punishment,” Matthew says behind you, “Is designed to make you reflect on your sins, to associate any thoughts of defilement with discomfort.”

Frank’s grip tightens on your wrists, drawing your attention.

“Don’t panic,” He whispers, leaning in close to you so that his voice is right in your ear, “Just look at me, and it’ll be over before you know it.”

His eyes do calm you, the warmth of his hands and the smell of sage that fills your senses eases your nerves.

You let out a slow breath, nodding at Frank.

Your eyes widen dramatically in the next moment when you feel your undergarments tugged down the length of your legs.

Your lower half is exposed to Father Murdock, and you stiffen when you feel his bare hand grip at the flesh of your cheek firmly.

“Let’s start simple,” Matt starts, “Was that the first time you’ve let a man touch you?”

You swallow.

“No.”

Something firm comes down on your rear, it makes a dull sound before you feel a gentle sting.

You turn your head, catching sight of the Bible that Frank had been reading earlier in Father Murdock’s hands, but as soon as you see it, Frank’s free hand is on your jaw, twisting your vision back to him.

He shakes his head.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” He commands.

You shiver, nodding, mouth dropping open at the flood of sensations you were experiencing, that… wasn’t quite bad at all.

“When was the first time you let someone defile you?” Matthew asks.

Frank's eyes study your face as you contemplate your answer.

“I kissed Billy, i-in the gazebo in the cemetery, when I was around seventeen.”

You gasp, feeling another hit against your rear, your eyes rolling in pleasure for just a moment.

“Is that all?”

“N-no, I kissed him a few days ago, in the same place.”

The bible hits you again.

“He’s the only man you’ve ever kissed?”

“Yes.” You answer honestly.

“But he’s not the only man you desire.” Matthew continues with a statement, and not a question.

“Um,” You murmur, trying to stall.

The bible comes down harder on your flesh, and you can’t help the moan that leaves your mouth.

“Please, Father Murdock, I’m sorry.”

His palm presses to your heated rear, fingers dipping down until they brush against your most intimate parts.

“You don’t feel sorry, little one, you feel wet.”

A whine leaves your throat, his fingers probe you, gliding over your cunt, pausing on your aching bud.

“Is this what you want? Does it excite you to be touched like this?”

You don’t answer, dropping your head in shame.

Another spank, this time a little harder than you expect.

Tears pool in your eyes.

“Yes, Father.” You answer honestly.

Another hit, followed by another. The pain stings, your body hot, the little spot between your legs throbbing, begging for attention.

You feel his hand, pulling your legs further apart, before something rubs against your center.

You tip your head back, mouth open, but before any sound can get out, Frank is pushing his thumb into your mouth.

“Not too loud, we don’t want anyone to hear you.”

Tears slip from the outer corners of your eyes, down your cheeks to pool in his hand, Matthew rubs the spine of the bible between your thighs in a slow, agonising movement.

You moan around Frank’s thumb, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure you’ve never felt before assails you.

Frank’s rough thumb sways over your thumb, you whimper, opening your eyes to meet his.

Matthew continues to give you pleasure, instead of pain, rubbing the indented leather spine along the seam of your cunt, pressing in, circling against you for a few moments.

Your fingers curl around your rosary, an aching throb begging you to tilt your hips up and rock your body further onto Matthew’s bible.

He spanks you again, and your only response is to suck on Frank’s fingers more passionately.

You flutter your pleading eyes at him, trying for the first time, to seduce, to encourage him to pleasure your body.

Frank smiles, dark eyes that seem to bore right into your soul, he leans forward to delicately glide his nose against yours.

“You take punishment so beautifully, sweetheart.”

You lean into the palm of his hand, accepting the compliment gratefully.

Your head swarms with pleasure, approaching that peak so easily you can almost taste it, Matt behind you, quietly pleasuring you.

You groan in dismay when he stops, feeling his hands smooth over the curves of your behind.

Your face is so close to Frank’s that you don’t react when you feel his tongue dart out to lick your tears away. You’re surprised at the way it feels, very different from Billy’s rougher, longer, an oddness to it that you cannot put your finger on.

You accept your fate, at the mercy of these two men, wondering briefly how Billy would fit into the mix.

Frank pulls his thumb out of your mouth, gripping your jaw softly so that he can press his mouth to yours.

At the same time, you feel a tongue dart out to lick between your legs.

You feel like putty, being molded anew, as Frank kisses your lips and Matthew kisses your cunt.

You gasp into Frank’s mouth, feel him chuckle, his lips taste sweet, soft, his tongue- dextrous and wicked, delving into your mouth with expert precision.

Humming, you note hazily that Frank’s tongue has two points, the movements are vile, delicious, you want to feel like this permanently.

Matt’s tongue is no less capable, licking hungrily at your wetness, humming into your delicate skin, kissing the areas that he’s punished with his bible.

Your toes curl, fingers tight around your rosary, head floating. Your body trembles, your breath stalling in your chest as bliss approaches. 

Matthew’s tongue withdraws, and you find that the disappointment is almost too much to bear.

You stiffen, eyes searching Frank’s, begging for something more as Matthew rights your underwear, pulling your skirt over your legs.

Frank withdraws too, you glance down, watching as he removes his hand from around your wrists, his palm holding odd marks where your rosary has touched him.

“Why?” You whisper helplessly.

“Punishments are not supposed to feel good, little one, they’re supposed to make you want to be good.” 

Your body responds eagerly to Matthew’s words. You find that he’s right, you want to be good, you want- more of what he gave you.

“How do I be good?” You ask timidly.

Matthew helps you stand on shaky legs, his mouth- pink and glistening- no doubt with your arousal.

“Obedience.” He answers your question, carefully untangling your rosary from your hands and placing it around your neck.

He takes a second, running his thumb across your bottom lip gently, the gesture heavy with affection.

“I have to go now, but I'll see you later?” He murmurs.

You nod, looking up at him with glassy eyes, wondering if you were too much above begging for release.

You don't get a chance to contemplate it further, before he leaves.

You drop your head, contemplating your actions, before turning to look at Frank.

“I'm confused.”

Frank chuckles, moving around the table to stand before you.

“What's troubling you?”

“I was just punished for letting Billy almost defile me last night, and in the process, he- you both- well you defiled me in a way too.”

“That does sound confusing, yes.” He agrees, stepping in closer. You take a deep breath, enjoying his masculine scent.

“I think, sweetheart, you just have to accept that these things are barely going to make sense from now on.” 

Your eyebrows draw together in further confusion. He reaches up, fingers stroking your jaw to bring your attention back to him.

“You really are beautiful.” He says, deep in thought. You feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“Th- thank you.” You whisper.

.

“When was the last time he was seen?” Sister April asks.

You wait, listening to Sister Margaret's mumbled response.

“Perhaps at morning mass yesterday? Definitely not after that. Father Murdock even confirmed that he wasn't in the dormitory last night.”

“It was pouring last night,” you recall, “Could he have gotten lost somewhere?”

Sister April lifts her shoulders.

“It’s possible, everyone is looking for him, hopefully he is found soon.”

You nod in agreement, concerned for one of the monks residing here. 

You’d been so caught up with Billy, Matthew and Frank, that you’d let your duties to your people fall short, and now someone was missing. 

It was hard not to blame yourself.

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[bumblesimagines]

is that a hickey?

you make a great pillow.

- Kiara Carrera

you make a great pillow.

is that a hickey?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

There was something calming about the Carrera Residence. Maybe it was the sound of the water gently sloshing around nearby, or the soft rumble of boats in the water, or maybe it was simply the complete and utter silence. Back home, in Tannyhill, catching a wink of sleep was difficult once someone woke up. Ward would start making phone calls and his loud voice would boom throughout the house, Rose's shrill voice would shriek through the hallways, Wheezie's neverending complaints and whines would begin from the second she woke up, Sarah and Rafe would thump around with heavy footsteps. With the Carrea's, however, Mike and Anna were incredibly mindful of their daughter's beauty sleep. 

Sadly, Kiara hadn't inherited that caring trait. 

"Wake up." Her hushed voice hit your ear, sluggish and still tired but loud enough to draw you from your slumber. "You gotta go, babe. Dad will kill you if he catches you here."

"Mm, I doubt it. Mike loves me." You still remembered the way Mike and Anna's faces brightened when Kiara brought you around to their place. You were sure they'd been praying day and night that her secret partner wasn't one of the troublemakers she called friends. A charming, good kid from Figure Eight had been exactly what they wanted for a future in-law.

"It's conditional." Kiara giggled.

"Oh, fuck you." You laughed softly and she slapped her palm over your mouth, the sting forcing your eyes to crack open and glare in her direction. Kiara snorted and pressed her lips into your shoulder to muffle her giggles, mouthing a silent apology against your skin before slowly peeling her hand back. She moved carefully, nose crinkling when her bed creaked loudly into the quiet air. You could hear the muffled sound of speaking downstairs, signaling her parents were up and about. 

"You have to go now," Kiara whispered and tied up her mop of curls into an equally messy bun. She brushed a few curls out of her face and slipped out of bed, tiptoeing around her bedroom to collect the clothes scattered around the floor. Separating your things from hers, she wiggled on the pajamas she'd worn the previous day and motioned for you to hurry up. "You make a great pillow, by the way."

Climbing out of her bed, you began slipping your clothes back on. In the middle of tugging your pants up, you felt your phone slip out of the back pocket and clatter loudly onto the wooden floor. You and Kiara froze, staring at the phone wide-eyed as the sound downstairs briefly paused before resuming again. You scrambled to finish dressing and snatched the phone off the floor, the sounds of the stairs creaking and groaning prompting Kiara to shove you toward the window. 

"I'll see you later?" You asked quietly, planting your hands on the windowsill and sticking your legs out. Kiara answered with a kiss and rapid nodding so with one last smile, you hopped down onto the grass below and nearly fell over when your knees threatened to give out. You held in a grunt and braced yourself against the wall, giving your body a minute to catch up. 

"Hey, sweetheart," Anna's voice drifted through the open window and held your breath, hoping she hadn't caught on.

"Hey, Mom. What's up?" Kiara was horrible at pretending. You could hear the quivering and awkwardness in her voice.

"We're just finishing up breakfast downstairs. Go brush your teeth and join us." You exhaled a sigh of relief and pushed yourself off the wall, beginning to creep away toward the front gate when you heard Anna's next words and nearly laughed. "Kiara Carrera, is that a hickey?"

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I worked out that timeline for the Haunted Mansion Au. I tried to include everyone but let me know if I missed anyone.

Trigger warning cause uuuhhh, there is obviously a lot of death and these could be considered graphic, especially with the teens.

1800s: If Creed! Reader is ther, they freeze to death first. Laura goes insane from grief and eventually passes due to a fever. Logan nearly drinks himself to death after his daughter and nibling are gone, but a snake beats him to it. Victor Creed goes insane after losing everyone and spends over half the family fortune on seances, fortune tellers, mystics, anything to try and bring back his family. Eventually, he dies of old age. Ororo, a family friend, inherits the house but is fatally struck by lightning only 7 months after. After that, the mansion is constantly switching owners.

1870s: Kurt and Rogue die at the Circus they both work at. Kurt's trapeze breaks mid show and he dies as soon as he hits the ground. Rogue's trickshot act goes horribly wrong and she bleeds out in less than an hour. There were some rumors of sabotage, but nothing was ever proven.

1900s: Tragic house fire takes the life of young Roberto, who was trying to save his family, not knowing they already got out.

1910s: Bobby Drake goes missing from home in the dead of winter, presumably running away after a fight with his family. His body is found after the lake thawed the following spring.

1930s: A heist goes wrong for the thief "Gambit", who is shot fatally by the police after being sold out by his cohorts. They never did find where he hid all his stolen money.

19540s: Charles Xavier returns home from war, paralyzed from the waist down but alive. When going to see his "good friend" Erik, a jewish refugee, he is mugged and dies from the injuries. Everything he owns is given to Erik.

1950s: The Summers family is in plane accident that takes the life of their oldest son, Scott. A year later, Scott's girlfriend Jean quietly in her sleep. Doctors report she had a brain aneurysm in her sleep.

1970s: The chandlier of the mansion falls and stabs the master of the house Erik, who inherited it from Charles. His two children inherit it from him. His son, Peter dies two years later in a car crash due to his speeding. His daughter, Wanda, dies 6 months after that from a laced drug during a protest.

1980s: Town Troublemaker Lance is crushed during an earthquake after it destabilized part of the school. Later reports say he could have still been alive for a few hours after he was buried by the rubble.

1990s: Local Scientist, Teacher, and former high school wrestling champ Dr. Hank "Beast" McCoy passes away during an failed chemistry experiment that shuts down the school for a month. Three weeks later, one of his students, Todd, dies after touching a poisonous frog previously owned by McCoy. Six years after, Up and coming actor Kevin "Morph" Sydney dies unexpectedly after a severe allergic reaction to special SFX make-up used when making a film about the Mysterious Creed-Howlett family. A year after that Evan Daniels is attacked by a porcupine that escaped from the local zoo and animal hospital. He was a descendent of one of the town founders, Ororo Munroe.

2003: A young girl by the name of Jubilation Lee passes away when her and her friends mess with illegal fireworks one night and one gets stuck on her coat. Two weeks later, her classmate Kitty Pryde is dared to spend the night in the supposedly haunted mansion by her friends. While exploring, the rotting wood in the attic couldn't support her weight, and she fell through down to the first floor.

XXXX: The mansion hires a new groundskeeper, who looks awfully familar...

That is perfect. Just- it's perfect.

This is now the official timeline of the Haunted Mansion AU.

(Wait until Reader see ls the old family portrait of young Creed Reader... or finds Kitty's body... or a snake...)

[kirarinlovesidols]

Book 1, Chapter 1.

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On that night you didn’t sleep well at all.

Your limbs ached in soreness, even blinking hurt. And on top of that you had a nightmare…or a normal dream? you couldn’t tell, it kinda diverged  in the middle to something else entirely.

You could divide it in two parts, the first being something you know very well. 

Your past, your home.

“Are you sure she could inherit Greater Lord Kusanali’s throne?”

“You saw her, she’s volatile and unpredictable.”

“Not only that but she doesn’t even have the knowledge necessary to be the god of wisdom, i’m afraid she’ll never be appropriate for the position.”

You could hear them, you were quite literally about 5 feet away.

They didn’t care about you, how irritating.

It’s all about Greater Lord Kusanali…

Would it be better for you to act…like her? if…if you mimicked her behavior would you be praised?

Would you…be enough?

Somewhere inside your mind something clicked, they didn’t need you. They only needed her so you would search for her company, observe her, emulate as much as you could.

Still…you wondered why was she so kind to you? did she pity you? did she enjoy your presence? you reached your hand to her as if to ask before the scenery of the Sanctuary of Surasthana disappeared and so did the floor you were standing on.

You fell, fell and fell until you ended up in a garden full of…cards? soldiers? who were all singing as they painted white roses with red paint.

You watched in confusion before realizing you couldn’t interfere with the scene before you. It was like you were a bystander, a spirit watching from the shadows as they kept working, singing in harmony and stopping all at the same time when a little blonde girl wearing a blue dress with a white apron and a black bow on her head asked them why were they doing what they were doing.

Why, that was such a stupid question.

Cause if they didn’t they would lose their heads.

That sounded way too violent to you.

How could a ruler expect or demand respect or loyalty if their subjects were constantly terrified? it was a disaster waiting to happen.

And with that, you woke up.

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Your eyes shot open as you heard an incessant knocking on your front door.

Oh.

So it was a dream after all.

You were starting to wonder where you were.

“Myaaah... Hey Rukkha...I know it's the middle of the night, but I think we've got a visitor. Maybe it's those pesky ghosts again? They just don't know when to quit.” You looked to the side only to see Grim loafing on the pillow you both had to share.

It was pretty cute but you would probably get scratched if you said that.

“Wait..it’s still night?” You looked to the window next to the bed and surely enough you couldn’t see a single light.

Well that explains why you felt kinda horrible other than the soreness on your muscles.

You were probably having a hard time adjusting to the new environment if that dream was anything to go by.

Seriously this is why you don’t like sleeping.

The knocks started getting more and more insistent though so you finally got, albeit slowly and painfully, dragging Grim with you against his will(for your safety). You let him wrap himself against your neck as an apology and bask on the warmth there, it seemed to work well enough to placate his rage.

“I’m coming, i’m coming….” You say loudly as you walked down the stairs, each step hurting more than the next.

Opening the door you raise a brow as you see it was someone very familiar.

“What are you doing here at this hour…?” You asked starting to wonder if something went wrong back in his own dorm.

“You have NO idea what i just went through, just let me in all right?”

You stepped to the side so he could enter but most certainly now missing the huge metal collar on his neck, what the hell was that?

“Ace? It's the middle of the night! Oh, what happened to you?!” The boy’s voice took Grim out his sleepy stupor.

You both watched as Ace took heavy angry steps to the living room and threw himself on the couch, putting his feet on the table with a sour look on his face.

“I can't go back to Heartslabyul House. I'm joining your dorm. For good.” Huh?! you were mighty confused.

“But why? what happened?/Myah?! Come again?!” You and Grim both said in unison.

“I ate a tart.” Ace sounded incredulous, almost as if he couldn't believe what just transpired himself.

Both you and Grim looked at each other and then at the boy, clueless.

“You did what now?” You narrowed your eyes wondering if he was playing on prank on you or something but honestly? No prank would involve putting such a weird collar on your neck yourself.

“I ate a goddamn tart, that’s right.” He rolled his eyes as he repeated himself.

“I was a little hungry, see, so I went down to the dorm kitchen and found some tarts in the fridge,three whole tarts! Big ones, too!” He made sure to put emphasis on the “big”.

“So i ate a tiny slice” For some reason you had a feeling it was NOT tiny “And the housewarden showed up out of nowhere like a ninja or something and put this collar on me!”

Oh.

Grim looked at the boy with pure disappointment.

“So…The point is you're both terrible?” The cat used a paw as a headrest while still curled on your neck, looking bored out of his mind since to him the problem seemed to be obvious.

“Grim!” You scolded him.

“What? i’m right though!” 

“WHAT? don’t you think it’s insane to be put on what’s essentially ‘magic timeout’ just for eating a slice of a tart?! and there were three whole tarts! THREE! It's not like he could eat 'em all himself! C'mon, you KNOW this is messed up!” Ace held up his three fingers to maximize the drama as he tried to convince Grim of his point.

“Magic timeout? you can’t use magic?” You leaned in a bit closer to him trying to examine the collar on his neck.

You couldn’t feel magic energy like they could since this world was different from yours, the most you could feel was elemental magic energy when they DID use it. Still…there was an ominous feeling in your chest as you looked at the metal contraption.

“No! it must be part of his magic repertoire or something, it’s annoying as hell.”

You leaned back again before looking at him with clear pity in your eyes.

“It does seem a bit…extreme…i don’t think eating a tart was that bad of an offense to deserve having your magic sealed away…but still! you should’ve asked if it was ok to eat!”

You put your hands on your waist getting ready to enter scolding mother mode.

“I mean, if there were three of 'em, they were probably for a party.” Your roommate says before excitedly getting up and pointing a paw to the sky — “Lookit that! I'm, like, a master detective too!”  Your scolding mode faltered slightly due to the urge to giggle but you weren’t going to give in.

“A birthday party, huh...? i guess…that would explain it….” The ginger looked to the side trying to avoid your judgemental gaze.

“Whatever the tart was for doesn’t matter, what matters is: did you apologize?” To anyone seeing the scene without context they would probably think it’s hilarious to see some girl wearing pajamas floating with a cat on her shoulders trying to nag a 16 year old.

“Man... I thought you'd be more sympathetic! I'm a victim of the housewarden's tyranny here!” He wasn’t going to admit it but you looked very cute in your pajamas and yes he expected to get pet on the head or something, not that he’ll let you know.

“But you stole food! That ain't cool!” Grim clearly had very strong feelings on the matter.

“Well…maybe if you apologize for stealing he’ll apologize for exaggerating! surely!” You smiled hoping for the best.

“You don't go messin' with another man's meal...Hey, wait a minute! I just realized I never got those cans of tuna the headmage promised me!” At that you just sighed.

For a creature that could speak and was able to use elemental energy somewhat well Grim still had a long way to go.

“He didn’t promise anything,Grim. I think you heard him wrong.” To be honest you would rather say ‘You clearly made that up’ but it wouldn’t be nice.

“No it didn’t my ears are 10x better than any of you human’s!” He was right about that at least.

Your antics were interrupted by a loud groan coming from Ace who made sure to be extra dramatic.

“All right, all right. Fine. I get that I should apologize. But you're coming with me, Rukkha. This was your idea, after all.” Maybe your cute face would convince Riddle more easily, his plan was flawless.

“Sure! i’ll help you!” You gave him a thumbs-up.

“Anyway, you got a place for me to crash tonight?” He finally got up from the couch, looking around the lounge and grimacing slightly due to how terrible the state of the dorm was.

“You were serious about that? Outside of the bedroom me and my hench-human use, this entire dump is buried under a foot of dust. So if you wanna crash, you better start cleanin'! “

You already accepted that “Hench-human” is the closest of “friend” that you’ll ever get when it comes to this flaming pyro cat.

“Dude, no way! I hate cleaning! Just let me stay with you, Rukkha. I'm real slim. I won't take up much space.” He was joking of course, you wouldn’t allow Ace to sleep with you but he still wanted to try…and maybe see if he could fluster you.

“Sure! i don’t see why not! i would feel bad if you had to sleep on the couch anyway…it’s not…” You gesture at the obvious wreck falling apart you called a couch.

Aaaand a spring just popped out…wow….

“Tch. You’re as flexible as a-WHAT?” He couldn’t believe his ears.

DID YOU JUST SAY YES? 

He didn’t.

He didn’t really think about this possibility and now he has no idea how to proceed.

“Yeah? it’s fine. Grim doesn’t occupy that much space anyway, let’s go.” You said already floating upstairs, ignoring the cat’s protests to share a bed with the person he fought just hours ago.

Ace just audibly gulped and shakily walked upstairs, following you.

He had no idea if he had just hit the absolute jackpot or doomed himself to a sleepless night.

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Sleepless night huh? the ginger was anxious for about 10 minutes before absolutely passing out, tiredness hitting him like a truck.

And he would’ve liked to remain sleeping, however, an insistent knock on the front door of Ramshackle woke him up.

“Duuude... Who is pounding on the door at this hour?!” He murmured still refusing to open his eyes.

Jesus couldn’t a man sleep for 5 more minutes? was that a crime? specially when the pillow is soft and perfectly warm.

Wait.

Nothing in this dorm was perfect.

Ace’s eyes shot open only to see his own arms wrapped around your back, hugging you to his chest.

What. the. fuck.

His face immediately burned as a crimson red blush appeared.

This was totally his fault.

He remembers you both were a respectable distance away from each other, your back facing his.

But then there was a problem.

He moves a lot in his sleep, fucking hell, how would he explain this?

Truly he didn’t know what was worse. You and Grim still sleeping away or the insufferable knocks that were getting stronger by the second, did this person plan on taking the entire dorm down?

It’s all fine though, all he needs to do is…to let you go…and…not…uhh…not stare at your cleavage, yep, easy task.

So as he moved his body away you suddenly stirred, which needless to say sent him into a panic resulting in falling down.

“Hm…? Ace? did you fall from the bed?” You yawned before asking the boy who seemed both relieved and mortified.

“Uh…yeah…the…knocking startled me! yeah!” That sounded BEYOND lame but he would rather die than let her know what just transpired.

“You’re such an idiot.” Grim looked at him disappointedly from his high place of choice (your shoulder).

“I don’t wanna hear that from you, you fucking fur ball!” Ace said through his teeth glaring at the creature, ready to throw down.

“Ok, let’s not fight first thing in the morning you two....there’s someone waiting downstairs…” You rolled your eyes and got off the bed already floating due to how much your leg muscles were killing you.

As you walked down to the lounge you could literally see the sunlight shine through the cracks of the wood on ramshackle’s walls. 

God….

There was so much cleaning left to do still. You couldn’t see very well due to the lack of light last night but this was just atrocious, there were particles of filth and dust flying everywhere. And the forceful knocking on the door did NOT help, you were afraid it was going to just give up and fall apart altogether.

“Bleah! Every hit kicks up a dust storm! I'm coming, I'm coming!” The ginger said in the middle of a coughing fit.

Putting your hand on the handle you opened the door only to see Deuce who was a second away from punching your face since you opened the moment he was about to “knock” again.

You and Grim flinched slightly back in response.

“Oh shit- i mean…darn it! i’m sorry!” The dark haired boy panicked as apologies fell from his lips.

“Ugh. Deuce…” Ace seemed to be disappointed or annoyed, you aren’t sure, at his classmate’s presence.

“So, you ate the housewarden's tart.” Deuce made sure to shake his head to the sides as he stared at his friend — “You really are an idiot, Ace.”

In turn the other flipped him off — “Oh, shut up! Like you're one to talk! Anyway, uh... Is he still mad?...”   He being the housewarden, you supposed.

“Not at all. Maybe a touch irritated, if anything. A few of our dormmates overslept this morning…But only three of 'em got your treatment.” Your eyes widened at the sheer stupidity of that claim.

“That’s…i think he’s still angry then, Deuce…” You felt like it was kinda obvious that things weren’t ok yet if he had collared more 3 people.

“Angry? a touch irritated?!?! he’s going on a rampage that’s what!” You slowly raised a hand to pat his back, trying to comfort him.

You had a feeling this was going to be a loooong day.

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“Move it! Outta the way!” The squeaky voice of a creature made way through countless students.

“Night Raven College student comin' through!” Yep, it’s Grim.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as you hovered just a few centimeters above the ground, watching how excited he was about the whole ordeal.

Well to be honest you two attracted way too much attention and you weren’t particularly fond of that.

The only girl(that came from another world mind you) and some cat with a lot of attitude and elemental energy.

You were very much soldiering through people’s whispers and looks(also trying your hardest to ignore the rude comments about your skirt) but you wish Grim would just stay put for a bit even if his excitement was endearing in a way.

“Oh? Did my collar catch your eye? It is way better than the one you're stuck with!” It seemed like he was bullying Ace.

“You know, the one that makes it so you can't use magic?” —- the smug look on his face was horrendous — “But hey, the school could always use another janitor! Bwahahaha!” 

“Grim…that’s not nice, stop that.” If you got a coin everytime you had to scold this cat you would be rich by now.

“Nah, let him talk shit. When I get my magic back, his hide is first up on the chopping block!” His bullying’s victim seemed to be hellbent on keep the cycle going it seems.

“Didn't the headmage JUST tell you yesterday, no more incidents?” You nodded rapidly agreeing with Deuce.

“Regardless, you're not going to be able to participate in class if you can't use magic so  why not just apologize to the housewarden? It's a small price to pay for having the collar removed.” He shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world and to both of you it was.

“Aaaaargh! I hate this so! SO! Much!” You did feel bad for your friend, you weren’t going to pretend you didn’t.

Despite being in the wrong you were sure the housewarden exaggerated, surely apologizing would do the trick.

After that all four of you followed Ace to Heartslabyul dorm.

You had to admit.

This place was absolutely stunning! so many roses and things shaped like hearts, it was very cute. It also had a bit of whimsy to it, very different from Sumeru’s architecture that was for sure.

If you had to compare maybe it would be more similar to fontaine’s designs in buildings? you only saw a few books on those.

“Dang, this place is swank! This is nothing like our dumpster of a dorm.” Grim(who was back at using you like a personal vehicle after getting tired of walking himself) gasped in amazement as he observed what seemed to be the garden of the dorm.

“Well…our dorm is not ideal but don’t call it a dumpster…it’s rude to Crowley.” Even if it was true.

It’s best not to do any comparisons, you could end up feeling envious.

In the distance you could see someone with…ginger hair, slightly lighter than Ace’s, humming as he painted…roses?!

????????? Wasn’t that counter productive? wouldn’t the petals just break? Roses were known for being incredibly fragile after all…maybe the flowers in this world are sturdier.

“All these  gotta be red, or it's "off with my head”!” You felt a sense of deja vu.

Finally noticing the presence of your group the mysterious ginger boy turned to take a look.

“Huh...? You guys need something?” He asked with a playful smile resting on his lips, his eyes seemed to scan every single one of you.

“What are you doing there?” Asked Ace in confusion.

“Are you blind? I'm painting these roses red, duh.” Holy archons did NO ONE in this world know how to be nice? that was just unnecessary.

“What? Why?!” It was Deuce’s turn to be confused.

“Ah ha ha. So naïve, you put the "n" in newb.” — The stranger mocked in a sing-song-tone as he tried to go back to his task, keyword tried. He did an immediate double take, his eyes wide.

“Hold the phone, I know you! You're cute fae girl and the freshies who broke a billion-thaumark chandelier and nearly got expelled for it, yeah?” He got down from the ladder he was sitting on to be able to properly reach the roses with a flawless jump.

You sighed in despair.

You did not want to be known for that.

“That chandelier is gonna haunt us till the day we graduate, isn't it?” Ace facepalms before sighing just as tiredly as you.

“And you! You're the one who ate the housewarden's tart that same night!” The other ginger pointed at his fellow kin trying not to laugh.

“You guys are THE hot topic around campus! I've gotta get in on this fleeting fame.” He immediately pulled some rectangular…weird object from the pockets of his pants and got closer to all of you.

“I'm just gonna grab a selfie real quick...It's cool if I post this on Magicam, right? Gimme your names so I can tag you.” You did NOT understand anything he said on that order.

What is magicam??? what is a selfie??? and why did the weird device suddenly flash for half a second..? was it…a kamera?

“I'm Deuce Spade.”

“Ace.”

“I'm Grim, and that's my hench-human, Rukkha.” The three followed with the weird request of giving their names but you still had no idea why he wanted yours.

Also, you couldn’t catch a break.

“You mean ‘FRIEND’ Grim…friend.” Maybe if you corrected him everytime he would just give up and refer to you properly.

“Uploaded! Sweet.” — Your narrowed your eyes as you stared the thing he had on his hands, he seemed to be tapping it.

“Oh, I'm Cater Diamond, by the way. I'm a junior here at Heartslabyul. But Cater is fine. Or Cay-Cay if you're cray-cray!” He did a little wink and did a peace sign.

“Soooo nice to meetcha!” Cater had already put away his strange device and put his hand in front of you for a handshake.

“Oh…uh…nice to meet you too, Cater.” You smiled nervously. He seemed to be a bit high tension and you are not good with people like that.

He stared you down from head to toe almost as if sizing you up before nodding his head.

“Ah, you're the prefect of that so-called Ramshackle House dorm, right? Like, I can't believe you actually live there! feels kinda awful that a cute girl has to be inside that dust paradise though.” He directed his pity ridden gaze at you, smile never budging.

“It's all gloomy and looks like hot garbage on Magicam. No filter could salvage THAT dump.” He grimaced as memories of the place filled his mind.

WHAT IS MAGICAM.

“Y'know, you've done nothin' but diss us here, pal!” Grim got obviously ticked off by the junior’s choice of words.

You were about to mediate AGAIN to prevent a possible fight to break out but the exact contrary happened.

“Gah, what am I doing? I don't have time to chat! The party's tomorrow. If we're not ready, it's "off with my head"!  And with that Cater scurried back to doing the job entrusted to him.

Though almost as if a cartoon light bulb had appeared on top of his head and lit up, he looked at your group again.

“Hey, you kids wanna help me paint some roses?” Huh? did he need help?

“Yeah, uh... Why are you doing that exactly?” Your collared friend asked, a hand resting on his waist.

“Because red roses are so much more photogenic! Or...something...? And after that, I've gotta start getting things ready for the big croquet tournament.” Things at heartslabyul were hectic, you concluded.

“And that means coloring all the flamingos.” The older boy sighed and you just raised a hand, right to ask an awful lot of questions. However it seems like you and your roommate are in bigger sync than you thought cause he asked exactly what you wanted to know.

“You're colorin' flamingos now? Isn't anything the right color around here?!” Grim raised one paw to gesture to the dorm as a whole.

No, you wanted to know why were they painting animals. You hoped it was animal friendly dye at least.

After that shocking revelation you ended up going with the flow and helping Cater to paint the roses.

Ace and you were stuck with buckets and brushes since he couldn’t use magic and your powers weren’t particularly useful for that.

It was weirdly therapeutic though…you almost wished you could do it all day! it gave a sense of accomplishment when you were done with one.

You had to be careful though. Grim wasn’t exactly good at magic that wasn’t hurling fire balls everywhere so needless to say some roses were burned and Deuce himself turned a few of them blue instead.

Oh you were a bunch of walking disasters, there’s no way.

All that painting resulted in Ace asking why the roses couldn’t just be white instead since they were pretty regardless.

You agreed.

It ended up being a tradition of the Queen of Hearts to have the flowers be specific colors for specific events.

It sounded nice but you kinda felt bad for the people under her rule who had to do this to an ENTIRE garden everytime there was some kind of celebration.

To each their own, you guessed.

Cater mentioned the housewarden, Riddle was his name, who seemed to be very strict about traditions.

Considering Ace’s stunt pissed him off that much you saw that fact coming from a mile away.

Still you were here today for a reason so you nudged your friend to ask about his housewarden, only to be told he was not there at the moment.

And that there was a rule about replacing whatever item that was stolen.

A very reasonable rule in your opinion and you would’ve just nodded your head and kept going with your day.

But of COURSE things weren’t going to be that easy.

The junior had the duty to get all of you out of the dorm since, y’know, you didn’t really have the tart with you.

Ace being the stubborn teenager he is didn’t accept it just like that and you had to end up protecting him from Cater’s magic and attempts to grab him.

What you did not expect was how no matter how much time passed he never got tired or gave up.

Almost as if he was everywhere at once….

Needless to say your efforts were useless and you got kicked out without being heard.

On top of that there’s also the fact this ordeal took way longer than it should’ve and now you’re all running late to the first class, just great.

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Finally settling inside the classroom, you sat near Ace and Deuce. You only knew them here afterall.

Still you were happy your teacher seemed to be a figure you already knew.

“My name is Divus Crewel. You may call me Master Crewel, Now, take your seats. Class is about to begin. We're going to start with the basics.” His gaze fell on you for a few seconds before going back to the class.

You smiled a little, feeling less nervous about things.

Crewel was the one who was responsible for preparing your clothes, you heard from Crowley.

He had a weird way of speaking but was incredibly nice to you and felt bad you had to be essentially on your own inside an all boys school. You would be ok though, probably.

“And by basics, I mean beating the names and distinguishing characteristics of one hundred herbs and poisons into your tiny brains.” Your teached raised his whip-like wand menacingly.

“The mycelia are another matter. But eventually, I'm hopeful you'll be able to take a walk without putting anything poisonous into your gaping maws.” You could hear a few students gulping loudly in fear.

Though this was oddly familiar…you were sure you heard about how the chief of the forest rangers of Ghandarva Ville was extremely strict and particular about people knowing poisonous plants from normal ones.

Would that really be a problem here? it’s not like twisted wonderland was surrounded by nature like Sumeru, you think.

“Huh. So... does anyone know what a mycelia is?” Deuce whispered from his seat next to both you and Ace.

“I've never been one for like, memorizing what things are, ya know?” Already with his head resting on his hand like he was listening to the most boring thing ever, Ace shrugged.

“All I care about is how to tell the yummy plants from the yucky ones.” Grim chimed in, puffing out his chest in some confidence you had no idea where he got from.

“It’s part of the structure of fungi guys, y’know…mushrooms?” You answered matter-of-factly.

“You’re such a fucking nerd.” Said Ace with no hesitation.

You rolled your eyes.

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Professor Crewel’s class was pretty simple, nothing you hadn’t heard of before. You were familiar with plants due to your nature as a branch of Irminsul but also due to studying so much about them when you could.

After that you went to history class and this one was what you were most interested and excited about.

You needed to learn more about this world if you wanted to get out, it had nothing to do with your particular nerdy need for knowledge, perish the thought.

The teacher, Mozus Trein, held a grumpy looking cat and seemed to be very experienced. You hope to learn a lot from him.

And so you pay attention to the best of your hability while trying to make sure your cat isn’t going to try fighting with your teacher’s cat. You had no idea what Lucius was meowing every now and then but it surely had Grim seeing red.

Eh, it probably was some kind of feline dispute so you brushed it off.

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You truly wondered what kind of god did you anger to get shown a hell crafter specifically for you.

Physical Education.

Really? you were SORE all over.

And you had the stamina of a 5 year old if not worse, there’s no way you’re surviving this class.

You tugged nervously on your jersey tracksuit coat(also kindly provided by professor Crewel) as you looked at the teacher of this class.

This man was absolutely jacked, almost like the eremites back in your world.

He flexed as he explained how a diet of raw eggs helped him achieve that shape.

You weren’t interested in getting that muscly.

“Bleah. The forced exercise is bad enough, but meatheads like this guy drive me nuts.” Ace seemed to be done with everything already, in a different way though.

“Finally! A subject I'm good at!” Deuce cheered and only him.

“Explain to me the appeal of runnin' around in circles! Do I look like a hamster?” Grim complained as he positioned himself on all fours, getting ready to run.

You though? you wanted this to be over.

[...]

You could barely run a single lap without wheezing and gasping for air.

You swore you could feel your classmates look at you with pity, just how bad were you at sports?

And you didn’t do any better during the 100-push ups asked by teacher Ashton Vargas.

By some miracle he decided to allow you to do sit-ups instead, maybe it would be easier, right?

…..

No

It wasn’t.

You could barely do one.

Not only you had “extra weight” to deal with but gravity felt overwhelming.

“C’mon dude, you gotta do at least one.” Said Ace who was already on his fifteenth.

“I’M….TRYING….!...NGH….” You answered with a strained voice, sweating bullets and face red due to the strain.

Never have you been humiliated in such a manner and you hoped to all archons above to not go through this ever again. This school is filled with evil people, you're sure of it.

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Oh boy finally starting book 1!!! lesgooooooo!

Also obligatory reader fit check.

>Pajamas

>For P.E

Anyway boy oh boy can't wait to get to the conflict, i sure have things planned for it lmao.

Also taglist: @coffee-or-hot-cocoa , @m-majoko , @ghostlysyntaxed , @justanormiewhoreads

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May Prompts (26) Manipulate

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 26)

Summary: Rosie finds an unmarked box in her wardrobe. When John scolds himself for lacking as a parent, Rosie sets things straight.

Twenty-Six Years Old

Six months after my return to London, I was moving out again. The internship at the ministry of justice paid surprisingly well. I couldn’t help but think that a certain uncle had been using his manipulation skills again… In addition to my wage, the generous inheritance from Nana and Timothy’s income from his published novel, were more than sufficient to buy a decent flat in Stockwell. 

Nana had clearly wanted that 221 Baker Street was well looked after, and gifted it to her two boys, and insisted in her will that if Deidre, or Dee, as she preferred to be called, needed a home, 221A should be hers. And for the last two years, 221A had been occupied by Dee. My parents got along with her like a house on fire.

“It’s like having a younger version of Hudders down there,” Papa stated.

“Agreed. The sassiness runs in the family, I presume. Dee’s skills in the kitchen are sadly things she did not inherit from her aunt, though,” Dad said.

“Definitely not! She almost sat the flat on fire when she was boiling eggs,” Papa filled in.

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Moving out the first time, had been poles apart to this move. That time I was going on an adventure, and I knew it was for just a period. When I moved in with Timothy, it was forever, and that was more bittersweet than I’d anticipated.

Moving to Paris, I had only taken clothes, some books, my laptop and the like. Stripping my room bare, was something entirely different. There were so many memories, and I knew I had to get rid of some of them because the flat wasn’t exactly big, and there were Timothy’s things to consider as well.

Over the next weeks I felt that I lived inside a cardboard box. They were everywhere, even downstairs to let me have some room to move around upstairs and leave the bed free to sleep in.

On the floor inside my wardrobe, I found an old box that had remained hidden behind clothes, rucksacks, shoes and a bag with blankets. It wasn’t marked and I couldn’t remember having placed it there. I opened the flaps and gasped in surprise.

“How are you getting on?” Dad called from the stairs and seconds later he entered my room.

I looked up at him with a stunned expression. When he saw the box, his shoulders slumped, and he sighed heavily.

“Right. I’d forgotten all about that one,” he said sheepishly. “I’ve failed to keep her memory alive for you, haven’t I?”

“Dad,” I scolded him. “You had far more important things to cope with when she died. Raising me with Papa is the greatest gift you could’ve given me. Never be sorry for that. I don’t remember her at all. From what I’ve gathered she did some horrible things to you both. No, stop. She did. I may not know the full extent of it, but it doesn’t matter that she was my mother. Remember what Papa said about extended and chosen family. They can be way better than the biological one. Not that I would want to replace you, mind.”

We both looked down at the photo of my mother and Dad on their wedding day. I didn’t recall when it had been replaced with the wedding photo of Dad and Papa. It felt strange and a bit eerie to look at Dad embracing another person like that. I took it out and placed it in the box that was going to the bins.

“Rosie!” Dad exclaimed, more out of shock than anything else.

“It’s wrong, Dad. I don’t need that. To me she’s the one who gave me life, but she was never in it when it mattered, and I’ve never missed having a mother. I consider myself the luckiest girl in the world having you and Papa as parents. You’ve done a great job, and uncle Myc, Nana, Molly, Granny, Pops, and uncle Greg have been brilliant carers as well. Now, what else is in here?”

I found Ted, still stained with tomato sauce, a white baby blanket with a bee pattern, tiny boxes containing a curl of my hair, my first tooth, a book where my growth, my first real meal, my first words, my first steps, my first trip, (to Barts), my favourite toys and books were painstakingly written down in Papa’s handwriting. My eyes filled with tears when I realised how much love lay behind those notes.

“He didn’t let me near that book with my horrible handwriting,” Dad said in a choked voice, clearly as emotional as me.

Another book caught my eye. The one uncle Greg had mentioned. A book with children’s names. It was worn, and I didn’t know whether that was from Papa searching for male names starting with a G, or my mother’s search for names meant for me.

“Did you…”

“No,” Dad cut me off. “She’d already decided on a name once we got back together. After…”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence, and I’m glad he stopped himself. Just thinking about it made me nauseous. 

I hadn’t told Timothy about her yet, but I knew I needed to. He would eventually ask. The lack of photos of her would ensure that. I reminded myself to ask uncle Myc how much I could reveal. Not that I knew more than half of it myself.

After I’d put the box aside, I leant into Dad where he sat beside me and placed my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and pulled me in for a hug.

“I’m so glad you decided to move back here with me after she died,” I murmured. “We would’ve been miserable without him.”

“Yeah, two years was enough for a lifetime,” Dad said and drew me closer, kissing the top of my head.

“I bet Papa is relieved that he can walk around in just a sheet now that I’m moving out for good,” I quipped to brighten the mood.

Dad chuckled and he was unable to hide the glint in his eyes at this prospect.

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[thebrickinbrick]

Night Begins to Descend Upon Grantaire, Part 4

“Matelote is homely!" he cried: "Matelote is of a dream of ugliness! Matelote is a chimæra. This is the secret of her birth: a Gothic Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals fell in love with one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to give it life, and this produced Matelote. Look at her, citizens! She has chromate-oflead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good girl. I guarantee that she will fight well. Every good girl contains a hero. As for Mother Hucheloup, she's an old warrior. Look at her moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. Α hussar indeed! She will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the banlieue. Comrades, we shall overthrow the government as true as there are fifteen intermediary acids between margaric acid and formic acid; however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. I understand only love and liberty. Grantaire, the good fellow. Having never had any money, I never acquired the habit of it, and the result is that I have never lacked it; but, if I had been rich, there would have been no more poor people! You would have seen! Oh, if the kind hearts only had fat purses, how much better things would go! I picture myself Jesus Christ with Rothschild's fortune! How much good he would do!

Matelote, embrace me! You are voluptuous and timid ! You have cheeks which invite the kiss of a sister, and lips which claim the kiss of a lover."

“Hold your tongue, you cask!" said Courfeyrac.

Grantaire retorted: “I am the capitoul' and the master of the floral games!”

Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition. He would have perished at Thermopyla with Leonidas, and burned at Drogheda with Cromwell.

“Grantaire," he shouted, "go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. Don't disgrace the barricade!"

This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would have said that he had had a glass of cold water flung in his face. He seemed to be rendered suddenly sober.

He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him :

"Let me sleep here."

"Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras.

But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, replied: "Let me sleep here, until I die."

Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes: "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of living, and of dying."

Grantaire replied in a grave tone: "You will see.”

He stammered a few more unintelligible words, then his head fell heavily on the table, and, as is the usual effect of the second period of inebriety, into which Enjolras had roughly and abruptly thrust him, an instant later he had fallen asleep.

[fansandtheic]

Nick's Story

Dear Christopher Paolini, 

I lived in a home with abuse. Lots of abuse. Hunger. Never being able to go to sleep without fear of being awoken and beaten in the middle of the night by a disturbed being known as my stepfather. 

It was a cruel existence for me, years under his crushing rule. Beaten within inches of losing my sanity. This man came up with all sorts of sick and twistedly cruel ways to cause excruciating pain to us. He was a true sadist. I can’t even begin to list all the awful things he did to me growing up. 

I wasn’t allowed to watch TV. No video games. He believed they were demonic. Essentially, anything that brought us open joy was forbidden. The horrible moments I endured took me to dark places. But somehow maybe by fate, one day in a library, I noticed Eragon on a bookshelf. I opened its pages... and thank God I did. 

I was immediately swallowed by a world of adventure, a world filled with people who sucked me away from my own reality and let me live through the eyes of someone else. I felt every emotion, joy, sadness, anger. I smiled uncontrollably while reading, and I rarely had reason to smile before. The amount of times I cried through those stories... I loved all of it. I needed it. 

To hide the abuse, my stepfather forced us to be "homeschooled," pulling us from public school because he felt the system invaded his privacy. So even through my junior high years, I was separated from peers. I had little in the way of friends. 

But I had Eragon, Saphira, Murtagh... and Arya. They became the people in my life. I romanticized Eragon and Arya, imagining her as the most beautiful and stunning creature ever dreamed up. I followed them through every experience, living through their eyes. But eventually, I ran dry. Their story hadn’t concluded yet, and you were still working on the fourth and final book. So... I reread the series again. And again. And again. Like a madman, I read the first three books 13 consecutive times. It was all I had. 

Then came my 17th birthday. My mother did her best with me and knew how much I loved those books. She decided the throw me a small surprise birthday with some family and my best friend Robert while my stepfather was at work.. At that time, Inheritance was already available, but every library I contacted was still without it. I called many libraries regularly throughout the county. Inheritance was not yet available at the library, and it grieved me so much. 

But on the day of my birthday, I opened some gifts from my best friend, Robert. He also knew my love for these books. To my absolute joy, I received my own copies of Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr! I now had my very own copies! I was beyond pleased. But my mother had one gift yet to give me. The room was silent. Somehow, I felt everyone knew this was the big one. I truly had no idea what to expect. It was a gift bag packed with stuffing paper inside. I removed it... and my eyes fell upon something that hit me in the stomach. 

My mind broke loose. I struggled to control the tears that screamed to be released. I lifted out a pristine, gorgeous, beautiful green hardback copy of Inheritance. The final book. It was in my hands. My reaction did not go unnoticed, the room responded with smiles and expressions hidden behind hands cupped over faces. This gift overwhelmed me. One beyond words. Oh, how I craved to read it. 

I turned the pages. I poured over them, getting little sleep at night as I wrapped myself in the warm blanket of their adventures once again with Eragon and Arya. But a pit began to form in my stomach as I approached the final pages. I knew this time... this time, when I turned the last page—when my eyes rested upon the words THE END, that it would be over. For good. And soon, the inevitable came. I was consuming the final pages, emotions climbing higher and higher unbound, unrestrained. I felt it. The revelation of the story’s conclusion rocked me in a way words can’t fully describe. 

The tears fell, unrestrained. No level of will or effort could stop them. I cried. Oh, how I cried. I screamed into my pillow. I cried until exhaustion finally drove me to sleep. When I awoke, all I could do was sit in silence coping, I re-read the last pages over and over again. I even remembered Eragon's dream predicting the book's ending in the first book. It... was... over. And my soul wasn’t ready for it. 

Now, 13 years later, I see Alagaësia coming to life again—new stories, new attention, and a new spark. I’ve been feeling emotionally drained lately, and I decided it was time to revisit my old friends in Alagaësia. And while this return has warmed my soul in ways I can’t fully explain, it has also stirred up deep, buried grief. 

The books remind me of the pain I was escaping from back then, and I've found myself emotionally compromised all over again—grappling with the boy I was, and the man I’ve become. 

But I want you to know this, Christopher: Your books did more than entertain me—they saved me. They gave me something beautiful to hold on to when I had nothing else. They gave me a reason to smile, to cry, to feel. They became a part of my identity. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you for giving me something to cling to when the world gave me nothing. 

Sincerely,

Nicholas A Decker

[everest-angey]

This is my version of Arturos childhood/backstory and why he is so creepy.

Arturos mom worked at an illegal hospital and she brought him to work and taught him all she knows. She was obsessed with looking “beautiful” and constantly having plastic surgery herself. She looked like one of those people who have done so much surgery that they look creepy and inhuman. She probably had some mental disorder that distorted her perception of her body.And unfortunately she took that out on her son, Arturo, who had inherited her “worst” traits, a big, crooked nose, already wrinkly forehead, bad face shape. She couldn't stand to look at her own child, the resemblance of everything she hated about herself.

She always would mention the difference between ugly people and pretty people, how only one deserved a spot in society. She never called arturo ugly, but definitely mention him to have “unfortunate features” and always seemed to be disgusted by him. Arturos mom got in contact with her illegal hospital. It’s where she could do her own unsafe plastic surgeries, surely they would operate on her son for the right price?

And that they did. Started with a simple otoplasty to fix his ears and it escalated. Started when Arturo was around 5 and by the age of 8 he was unrecognisable. She was never done, always pressuring him to say yes to doing more, no matter how it hurt.Even at that age he started to realise how horrible it all was, getting nose jobs as an adult is already taxing, but as a child it’s unbearable. Arturo was getting homeschooled because he was constantly not okay enough to go outside.

While this was happening his mother made him learn about plastic surgery, medicine and a lot of biology and anatomy. For her plastic surgery was the single best thing in life, so it made sense that her son could grow up to be a plastic surgeon. But when puberty hit and his face grew, his surgeries started rejecting. One after the other he constantly needed more surgery to fix his old ones. Eventually, someone called cps on his house after seeing Arturos bruised face with his mom. After a doctor inspected Arturo his mom was arrested and Arturo was told what he went through wasn’t normal.

Arturo decided he would be a surgeon. He already knew a lot so it made sense. He would spend hours in his foster homes reading and studying anatomy, biology and more. While his face continued to destruct, he became obsessed with plastic surgery. -definetly not because it made him feel closer to his mother-

He his his face, nobody wanted to see that. He looked disgusting, bruised face from the newest surgery. The first thing he would do in the morning was put on his mask, sometimes even sleeping with it. He couldn’t stand to look at how disgusting he looked.

Arturo hated his mom, she ruined his face, costing thousands just to get him through his face growing. But her ideologies stayed in his brain, but not the way she would have liked. Pretty people are the pinnacle of society: they’re the only ones worth listening to and admired. Every person deep in their heart wasn’t a to be beautiful, that’s why society is built on beauty standards. It’s decided at birth if you’re beautiful or not. Nobody can get surgery to be pretty, you have to be born with it. Plastic surgery is meant to help the elite and exploit the ugly.

Anyways I hope this could explain his ideology

[jackdaniel69nice]

Imagine: Tokoyami in the future having a kid that inherits Dark Shadow, and to avoid confusion around the house, OG Dark Shadow gets called either “Dad Shadow” or “Big Shadow” and Dark Shadow jr gets called “Small Shadow.”

Idk how in character or how likely it would be for him to have a kid but the idea of “Small Shadow” and “Dad Shadow” is just too cute for me not to share.

This is so cute. Dad Shadow, Dadow. Shadow jr. Such a sweet baby!

I think tokoyami wouldn’t actively seek out being around kids but is great with them! In the light novels he helps a young girl who suddenly develops a darkness type quirk and between shadow and him they did very well. It’s also a implied that he gets along great with Eri. He seems to also acts like a caretaker for dark shadow (and vice versa) so he has the “eldest sibling vibe”. Also the moon is typically associated with more feminine and motherlike qualities, not to mention one of his moves is called Ragnarok womb. I just think there is a lot of potential for tokoyami to be a good parent in the future. Unfortunately I don’t think he would agree.

I think dark shadow has wanted kids for forever, but tokoyami would think that’s a horrible idea. What if he hurts his own child by accident because he loses control? Or even worse passes his “curse” onto them and they end up just as messed up as him. It would probably take a conversation with someone else (maybe his partner) to realize it’s not actually the child that he’s worried about but the fact he is still stuck in the past and thinks of himself as a monster. He needs to review his vision of himself and see what he is, which is just a person like everyone else. Everyone can and will make mistakes but if you continue to try to be better then that is good enough. Tokoyami is full of wisdom to help any child of his with their problems, and while he’s a bit emotionally stunted his gentle love is still just as sweet (he inadvertently becomes just like his grandfather). And of course dark shadow is soooo lovey dovey, they are a bit overbearing and clingy but just because they want their kid to be safe. I think dark shadow would actually like a mom title more than dad maybe? Either way the biggest problem of all is their career. It would be incredibly difficult to manage being a top hero and have kids. If anyone could do it tho I think it would be tokoyami and dark shadow because tokoyami can get extra sleep in while dark shadow takes care of baby (obviously if he has a partner(s) they will be there as well).

I’ve created multiple different fan kids for different tokoships just to see how quirks would turn out. Only one of those has a sentient quirk though. I don’t have a name for her but tokoyami ended up as a “single” dad (can’t really be singular bc dark shadow is there too) but the other parent had a fire type quirk. So the resulting quirk looks like an avian demon made of fire…I named them Tengu. It’s actually quite unfortunate because dark shadow wouldn’t be able to touch or comfort their own kid because of how bright they are. I’m evil. Maybe she would become a hero (or villain) in the future and go by the name Amaterasu :)

(Just ignore me calling her evil in the corner haha)

(Phoenix is the quirk of her other parent)

[adharaphoenix]

after much procrastinating I actually did a sort of lore drop for Awbonee in bsky/twitter, so putting it (under the cut) here too

1. Awbonee Mossmantle, she/her half-elf ranger, in her early 30s when tadpoled. Neutral good by nature, tried hard to be lawful good in her adolescence/early adulthood, tried even harder to become neutral-neutral later on. Mum's family are upper city elves, dad is a Gur who settled down in Rivington

2. she was part of a small group of bounty hunters stalking a troll in the south wood and had separated from the group to look for food

3. she was aware Astarion was manipulating her because why else would a guy like that be interested in her, felt reeeal disappointed in herself when she started caring but was OK with enjoying it while it lasted. she stayed convinced he was going to leave any minute now for a long while after act 2

4. BFFs with wyll and karlach, they are a similar age and share similar cultural backgrounds. friends with Shadowheart and Lae'zel, idolises Halsin and Jaheira, doesn't get on with Minthara, friendly acquaintance with the rest

5. her elven grandmother dies right before the netherbrain battle. Awbonee's mother was disowned before she was born to all practical effects (name, inheritance, etc) but they did have a relationship, even if a bit strained/odd, so she takes it pretty hard (goes more nonverbal)

6. she goes to the underdark with Astarion so he can help the other spawn settle and establish a colony in an abandoned keep. she spends quite a lot of time looking for the way to get Karlach and Wyll out of Avernus because OBVIOUSLY

7. her parents and grandmother all live in the gate but they are used to her disappearing for months at a time, so they are not really waiting for her. her ex best friend Anaia however is W A I T I N G (has been for a while. it's complicated)

8. she is very agile and quite fast in melee, and with a crossbow/longbow. she is not particularly good at magic, and only has access to a couple of basic spells, mostly survival-related, and some rituals she learned as a child

9. she had been kicked out of her Gur grandmother's group of monster hunters when she was younger and she tried hard not to care but actually cared a whole lot, so getting back in the Gur's good graces was surprisingly nice

10. she is very frugal and has lived under the poverty line for chunks of her adult life so she will wear whatever is available, usually focused on freedom of movement. she likes drow armour. she runs hot so she sleeps in light shirts/vests

11. rosymorn. lots of places to climb, chill place, nice wine, even found some candied chestnuts to go with it in the wine cellar, a+++ would visit again

12.

13. Selûne by upbringing, but she prays to Mielikki

14. she travelled and struggled around taking odd jobs as monster hunter, either solo or with temporary crews

15. had a brief "sign me the fuck up" temporary moment of madness when nine-finger's lady court was talking about what nicknames they'd give her. she becomes close with chessa in the underdark, and with hope when they go back to avernus to get Karlach and Wyll back

16. nope, just a rando

17. her parents have an inn in Rivington and were busy trying to keep it afloat, so she spent a lot of time at her grandparents' in the upper city, or travelling with her grandmother and learning to hunt. she had a pretty happy childhood

18. not finding a way to help karlach on time. she also feels horrible about not going with her to avernus, but knows she would still choose to stay with Astarion if she had to go through that decision again, it was just a very shitty decision to have to make

19. "if it covers your ass it's good enough"

20. I have a bunch of favourites so this will do

21. she tries to make people's lives easier, so I guess acts of service mainly. she's severely touch starved but struggles a lot with being the one to initiate contact because she's 75% fear of rejection 25% water

22. it used to be disappointing her role models but then she went and disappointed all of them in semi rapid succession so nowadays it's not being in control of herself

23. felt a bit sorry for ketheric but orin and gortash had it coming

24. no, she rarely gets attached to things because they can be lost or if they are valuable they can be sold. she keeps a few emotional value mementos at her parents' but nothing she carries around permanently

25. she has a complicated relationship with Baldur's Gate and is not thrilled to have to go back. before the game when she visited she stayed with her parents in Rivington and only went to the city proper once in a while to visit her grandma, but was usually in and out as quick as possible.

26. being restrained, charmed or stunned taps directly into some bad trauma so any enemy with related magic or attacks was a mental struggle on top of, you know, it being a fight already

27. yes, but they're both headcanon, not game scenes: physically, she took a really bad tumble when leaving rosymorn. mentally, shortly after arriving in Baldur's Gate the people who burned her face find out she's back and turn up at the Blushing Mermaid one night

28. she was considered reliable and cheap as a minor league monster hunter in some small circles, she got some repeat jobs from it. after the game she is considered painfully boring by a big chunk of the underdark spawn and the coolest person alive by a smaller chunk

29. she sleeps very little so she usually gets up before dawn, spends a lot of down time checking out the surroundings, keeping watch, or foraging. she's good at camping logistics in general, and can play some music for entertainment

30. after defeating the netherbrain she went to the underdark with spawn!Astarion. the only decision she struggled with was going with Karlach or staying, everything else was pretty cut and dry from her side, she's not interested in power at all