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mymelodyheart · 4 years ago

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Forget Me Not Chapter 30 ~Vows~

Brian escorted Claire down the stairs from the little room to the small hallway of the chapel. The day was mild and clear, and sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows. It was a perfect day for a wedding. The arched doorframe in the foyer was threaded with forget-me-nots and lily-of-the-valley and the air smelled of fresh flowers after a spring rain. The strains of Somewhere Over the Rainbow played on the piano and cello, and the soft murmurs of the wedding guests drifted to where they were stood. For a moment, Claire closed her eyes and sought a distant memory.

"Did yer ma and da have a big fancy wedding like aunt Jocasta?" a thirteen-year-old Jamie asked Claire.

They were sat under a tree sharing a plate of cake, away from the rest of the wedding guests. Ellen's sister had just married her second husband. It was a garden wedding party complete with an eight-piece band, a professional caterer and a wedding planner orchestrating the sumptuous and stylish event.

Pushing her specs up on the bridge of her nose, Claire looked at Jamie thoughtfully. "Uncle Lamb told me they were married in the registry office. He said it was a quick and simple ceremony. My ma didn't even have a wedding dress."

Jamie forked the last piece of cake and offered it to her, and when she shook her head, he ate the remaining morsel. "Hmmm, our ma and da eloped, so they didn't have a fancy wedding either."

She sighed. "I know. One day, when I get married, I would like to wear a pretty white dress and look like a princess. And of course, there would be lots and lots of pretty flowers and three different flavoured cakes. And I want my husband to be my best friend, someone who is not too bothered about my braces."

"Braces or no', ye'd make a pretty bride. And I'm yer best friend, which means ye can marry me."

Claire gasped. "Jamie! Don't be daft! We're like brother and sister, so we can't marry!"

"We're not really brother and sister, Sassenach!" Jamie countered defensively, a frown forming on his forehead. "Trust me, we'll be allowed to marry. Everyone has to marry eventually, so I might as well marry a girl who's not too squirmish about beasties and who likes things I like ... like sports and chips and dips and fishing."

Claire wrinkled her nose. "But beasties and sports are not really romantic. Romance is important in marriage. I know because I've seen it in movies. But before you marry someone, you need to do all the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff. Like going to the movies and sharing popcorn and moonlight strolls."

"Ye mean dates? Aye, of course, but first I would need to save money. All these dating palavers are pricey. Willie told me so," he explained, matter-of-factly as he stood up and offered her his hand. Once upright, he brushed some stray grass from her skirt and tap her on the nose. "I only have 200 quid in my stash, but by the time ye're allowed to go on dates, I should have more. Then I can take ye for icecream and buy ye those frosted lip gloss ye like. Just like on a date."

She eyed him suspiciously. "You're not saying that to be nice, are you?"

"Of course not. What a silly question!"

She twirled a curl in one finger and pondered some more, watching Jamie with interest as he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and wiped a smudge of buttercream from the corner of her mouth. "Alright, then. But you do know, while on a date, ye need to be gentlemanly. That's what women are supposed to like while on a date."

"Aye, of course, I need to work on that," he mumbled, stuffing the used tissue in his pocket and straightening her glasses. After inspecting her thoroughly, he smiled with satisfaction. "There ye go. Come on, let's go. Ma and da will be wondering what we're up to." After grabbing the plate from the ground, he took her hand and pulled her along toward the wedding party.

"And it's a boyfriend's job to take care of his girlfriend."

"Dinna fash, Sassenach, I will try my best to remember."

Brian's gentle pressure on her hand broke her reverie, and Claire turned to look at him. The serene joy in his demeanour calmed the flurry of emotions in her soul and grounded her. "So this is it," he smiled, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Thank you for being there every step of the way, da," she whispered.

"Nothing to thank me for, sweetheart. Ye are a blessing. I thank God every day ye came to our lives. I have had many profound and meaningful experiences in my life, but this moment ...to walk ye down the aisle is a gift I will always treasure and hold close to my heart. I am proud and thankful for the girl I raised to the woman you have become," he said, patting her hand.

"And I am proud to call you, my da."

Before she could catch her breath, Jenny snapped them to attention. "Right, lassies, showtime," Jenny chirped. She turned and cocked her head at her. "Claire bear?"

She nodded with a smile and took a deep breath.

Her bridesmaids were stood in their places, and the ushers waited for Jenny's signal.

As the double doors opened, the background music coming from the piano and cello faded away to be replaced with the soft melody of the song A Thousand Years . Everyone hushed and turned towards the entrance, their cameras poised to capture the moment. One by one, her bridesmaids made their way to the altar, looking graceful and ethereal in their chiffon dresses.

When it was their turn to walk down the aisle, the music ceased, and the sound of a bagpipe echoed the traditional Highland Wedding March, heralding their presence. Everyone stood and held their breaths. The priest was at the front of the altar, clutching the bible in his hands. Flowers were scattered on the runner and adorned the pews. The benches were filled with friends and families, radiating love and awe, and murmuring praises at the sheer beauty of it all.

Claire's tears threatened to spill, and her heart squeezed as the outpouring of love came in waves. It was everything she had envisioned her wedding to be and much, much more. And for a moment, time stood still, and it felt like she was reliving every second she had ever shared with the Fraser family. And that was when she sensed the presence of her parents. She recognised it from the depths of her soul and in her heart, as they began walking down the aisle. The feeling was like being wrapped in a divine cloak, as comfort, happiness, warmth and peace enveloped her. She bowed her head in silent acknowledgement and prayer. Thank you, mum and dad.

When she finally looked up, Jamie's eyes held hers, and everything else became a blur. From thereon, all thoughts were suspended, and all consciousness of her surrounding dissolved. Her sole focus centred on Jamie. Ignoring the ribbing from his older brother, his face broke into a radiant smile, and he placed a hand over his heart. The simple gesture took her breath away, and the tenderness and adoration on his handsome face bestowed her the realisation he was just as overwhelmed.

Dressed like Brian and Willie in a traditional Clan Fraser tartan and formal jacket, he was a vision to behold. The added plaid placed over one shoulder, secured with a brooch only emphasised his massive breadth and staggering height. The sunlight that streamed through the windows created a halo with his unruly coppery locks, and his clean-shaven face made him look like an angel.

As if caught in slow motion, she watched him step forward, feasting at the beautiful figure he presented. She loved the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, the full sensual curve of his lips and the masculine gracefulness when he moved despite the evident limp. Knowing he truly belonged to her, fulfilled her in a way she had never experienced before and she would take each moment of their time together as a precious gift, never to be taken for granted.

Then he was stood before them, resplendent and striking in his Highland garb.

Brian spoke first.

"My lad, I present to ye, yer bride." Ignoring the formality and custom of a simple handshake, Brian released Claire to hug his son. After a few heartwarming seconds, he pulled away and placed both his hands on Jamie's shoulders and looked at him with emotional intensity. "The day ye asked me for Claire's hand in marriage was the day I finally stopped worrying about who will look after her when I no longer can." Choked with emotion, he kissed Claire on the cheek before taking her hand and placing it over Jamie's. "It's worth bearing in mind that neither of ye will ever be perfect, but together, ye are perfect. Go with God, the both of ye." Then he stepped back to join his teary wife on the bench.

Claire smiled and mouthed I love you to Ellen before refocusing her attention to Jamie. She gazed at him for a while, committing to memory the look on his face. Oblivious to the people around them, she reached out to touch him, but he took her hand and whispered in her ears. "Ye look beautiful, Sassenach but then again, ye are always beautiful in every way. And there doesn't exist a part of you which I don't love. And I want ye to know I'll never forget this day."

"Neither will I, Jamie."

His lips tugged in the corner. "Come now, let's make an honest woman out of ye," he teased, tucking her hand into his arm and guiding her to the altar.

Although it's a known fact that Catholic wedding ceremonies tend to be lengthy, the nuptial mass flew by in a haze, and Claire felt like she was floating in a dream world. The only thing that kept her rooted to that moment was Jamie's hand firmly holding hers. When it was his turn to recite his vows, everything suddenly became clear and sharp. Every nuance, movement, expression and word was carefully stored in her memory vault to treasure forever.

She watched him take out a piece of paper from his sporran with trembling hands. It had been folded numerous times until it was just a mere bundle. Carefully, he unfolded his written vows and stared at it for the longest time. It seemed he was having difficulty reading it. Taking a peek at the paper he held, she knew it was written with great care and thoroughness for he loathed writing with his hand.

Feeling his struggle, she wanted to reassure him that it was alright if he couldn't recite his vows. She understood how weddings could get emotional, and with so many eyes watching, nerves could go awry.

Suddenly, to her surprise, he stuffed the paper back into his sporran and looked up. "Ah bugger it, I'm just going to wing it," he announced. His ears turned pink when everyone laughed. Swiftly remembering where he was, he turned to the priest, looking contrite. "Apologies, father ...I guess I'm a wee bit nervous."

The priest nodded in understanding and gestured for him to carry on.

Taking a step forward, Jamie took her hand in his and gazed into her eyes, allowing her to see every emotion and every feeling he had no words for. "Sassenach, I'm just going to speak from the heart. Painful as it is to admit, I cannae read my own handwriting." He paused for a bit when everyone laughed once more. Clearing his throat, he continued. "I wish I could promise ye the world because I ken ye deserve it. Unfortunately, the world isn't mine to give. But I do promise ye my world and everything in it. It may not be much, but all that I am and all that I have is yers. I wish I could promise smooth sailing, but as ma said, marriage is a lot of hard work, and there will be sacrifices and trials along the way. But what I do promise is to stand by ye and uplift ye, so that we can accomplish more than we could alone and weather the storm together. I wish I could give ye riches and deck ye in jewels, but there's no certainty I will be a rich man one day. What I do promise is a life of abundance, an abundance of my love and support. I can't even promise I'll never hurt ye because even the best of intentions sometimes fall short. What I do promise is to always reach for ye over my pride. Above all, I promise to love ye fiercely in all of your forms, now and forever. And to always know in the deepest part of my soul that no matter what challenges might tear us apart, we will always find our way back to each other."

After Jamie's impassioned speech, there was not a dry eye in the house, and she couldn't care less about ruining her make up. His words and his vows lit up the inner recesses of the soul, touching her heart, knowing full well, the man who stood before her meant every word he uttered. There was a sense of homecoming and completion, but at the same time, a new beginning as he slid the ring over her finger. For a moment, she thought she imagined a stirring in her belly. It was as if their unborn child was celebrating in the blessing of their union. And soon, not long after, they were declared husband and wife to the cheers of their family and friends.

..........

The reception was held in a small spa resort overlooking a lake and spread out over acres of property in rustic beauty. Winding paths encircled the area, and the fields were clothed in colourful wildflowers. The weather held out and the dying sun drenched the fields in golden light and flickering warmth.

The entire wedding was a dream come true, and in such a short time, everyone was able to pull all the stops to make their wedding day possible. Every small detail was a contribution from family and friends, making it all the more special and personal. Not once did she have to worry about any aspect of their wedding, with everyone taking over and impressing upon her that stress could be harmful to her baby.

Midnight drew close, and the DJ announced the last dance. Everyone crammed onto the floor for one final celebration. Exhausted but happy, Claire headed towards the cake display instead.

A warm hand encircled her wrist. She turned and found Jamie staring down at her, his eyes the hues of ocean and sky, gleaming with intensity and mild intoxication. "Dance with me, Sassenach," he said in a low voice. "I ken ye're tired, but after our first dance earlier, I hardly had a chance to be alone with ye."

She smiled and let him lead her out to the dancefloor. Sighing with contentment, she went into his arms and nestled her head against his shoulders. They swayed to the slow strains as they pressed closer together. His breath warmed her cheeks as she inhaled his scent of aftershave, citrus and expensive whisky. A hand caressed her back, sending a tingly pleasure to spread all over her body.

"Thank ye, Sassenach," he whispered against her ears.

Startled, she looked up, and her eyes widened. "For what?"

He smiled. "For making me the happiest man alive. For our baby. For being patient with me. For being ye."

She softened against him, and a sigh escaped from her lips. "Smooth talker," she said teasingly. "Kidding aside, I am one very, very happy bride, thanks to you." Her finger traced a circle on his chest. "And, that speech today was quite impressive. Who would've thought, after all these years I've known you, you are still capable of surprising me? What other secret talents do you have hiding up your sleeves?"

His laugh rumbled from his chest. "Ach, Sassenach, at least I know I can still surprise ye. But I won't reveal all my secrets just yet. I need to keep ye on your toes."

She wrinkled her nose. "Oh, is that so? Well, I have a few of my own I will not be revealing too soon either. Maybe make you work for the gold, right?"

"Dinna mind working hard for the gold but we have a lifetime of discovery ahead of us." He then lowered his voice. "And it starts tonight."

Her heart jumped, and suddenly she was caught up in the promise of his arms holding her close. Before she could dwell further, the slow rhythm of the song built, morphing into a blaring dance that belted out the lyrics that everyone knew by heart.

With a wink, Jamie spun her out of his arms and fell into the steps of a fast dance. He twirled her around the floor with grace, strength and humour, and the rest of the party threw themselves into the music and enjoyed the final pounding beat. Their family and friends surrounded them, stomping their feet and pumping their hands in the air and Claire revelled with laughter at the enthusiastic celebration of love.

It was a good hour before everyone finally left the reception, save for the family. Sliding off her shoes, she sat wearily on a chair. She was joined by Jenny, Geillis, Ian and Willie, each holding a drink. Jamie, Brian and Ellen headed outside saying a few goodbyes to leftover guests, who spoke of moving the party over to the bar.

"Oh, my God! I can't believe ye're married!" Jenny squealed.

"Weel, they were as good as a married couple living together," Geillis chuckled. "Jamie practically lived in the house."

Laughing, Claire took their hands and squeezed them affectionately. "I can't believe I'm married either. Everything was perfect. Everyone made it perfect," she sighed. "I can't tell you how many people have been coming up to me asking who my wedding planner was. They all said they've never seen a wedding so beautiful. They couldn't believe it when I said everyone in the family was the wedding planner."

Willie slapped Ian on the back. "Ye're up next buddy," he grinned cheekily. "Cannae wait for the next stag party."

Jenny let out a breath. "Ye mean, ye cannae wait to have a stripper party."

"Ha! The stripper was Rupert's idea, and our party wasn't as wild as the hens'. Mind, we were all there and saw all of ye shouting at Jamie to strip." Ian said in defence.

All of them laughed. "Oh, it was a wild night, alright," Claire said. "I was the only one who recognised Jamie in his stripper costume. All my hens were too wasted. They all had their beer goggles on."

Geillis groaned. "That was bloody embarrassing ordering Jamie to strip, but let's not talk about that night. Let's talk about today. The wedding was perfection and mind ye, I've been to a lot of fancy weddings but today was so dreamy and romantic."

Claire's eyes welled up. Ever since she became pregnant, she was such a harvest of emotions. "There was so much love from everyone. And everyone's contribution just made it all so special. I have no words," she sniffed.

Jamie's voice rang out. "Uh-oh, here we go. I hope those are happy tears." Jamie pulled Claire from her chair, sat down and settled her on his lap before giving her a noisy kiss on the cheek. "Tired?"

Claire nodded, smiling as she laid her head at the crook of his neck.

Brian and Ellen joined them, holding hands together. "Right, kids we're off. We're getting too old for this. Some of the guests are at the bar, and Murtagh is just about to demonstrate the Highland fling," Brian announced, rocking on his heels. It was quite obvious he had quite a bit to drink. And then he turned to Ellen. "I hope ye remember our room number."

Ellen held up the keys in her hand. "Of course, darling." And then she looked at all of them. "See ye all at the brunch tomorrow. I'll probably check up on the hotel first so I might be a tad late."

Geillis looked at Brian and Ellen thoughtfully. "How do ye do it?" she burst out.

Brian cocked his head. "Do what?"

"Everything!" Geillis replied. "How do ye stay in love while running a hotel and raising kids and stress and life and family? What's the secret?"

Silence fell over the group. Claire sat up on Jamie's lap, Ian rested his chin on Jenny's head, and Willie wrapped his arms around Geillis, all waiting earnestly for the older Frasers' answer.

Ellen looked up at her husband. "Should we tell them the big secret to lifetime bliss?"

Brian grinned. "Aye, why not."

The group held their breath.

Ellen snorted out a laugh. "Sorry to disappoint but there's nae secret. It's a lot of hard work and patience."

"And fights. Lots and lots of arguments. And wrong choices," Brian chuckled as he pulled his wife against him.

"And lots of tears," Ellen added.

"But in the end, it's all worth it," Brian pointed out.

Ellen took her husband's hand in hers. "Dinna fash, ye'll figure it out. Because we did. Come on, darling, let's go."

Then the couple left, leaving them to stare at their retreating figures.

Claire sighed. "Surely, they know the big secret. Why don't they just tell us the real truth?"

There was a lapse of silence before everyone burst into hysterical laughter.

Jenny wiped the tears from her face. "Ma and da are right. There is no big secret. Marriage is a lifetime of many steep learning curves. The best thing ye can do is, hang on tight and enjoy the ride."

"Dinna fash, Sassenach. We already know. And I'm going to make sure we never forget," Jamie said, kissing his new wife. "As long as we have each other, we'll be fine. Come on, let's get ye to bed."

Claire slid her arms around his neck. For a moment, they were lost in each other, alone. Just bride and groom with a brand new life stretching ahead of them. They didn't even notice as the rest of the group left.

And then they kissed for a long time, oblivious to the staffs bustling around them.

..........

Jamie scooped up his new wife into his arms and walked into their bridal suite. He laughed as she squirmed in his arms. "Jamie! I've gained weight. I don't want to be the reason for your back giving way."

He gently put her down in front of the four-poster bed. "Ye're light as a feather, Sassenach. I can carry three times yer size without breaking a sweat." He unbuttoned his shirt and unfastened his sporran, placing them neatly on the armchair.

"Show off!" Momentarily forgetting about his back, her eyes were drawn to the new surrounding. "Oh, what a beautiful room!" she gushed. She bounced twice on the bed to test the firmness of the mattress and giggled. "This room must have cost a fortune." Then she stood up and walked over to the table ladened with a bucket of chilled champagne, a bowl of chocolate-coated strawberries and a vase of wildflowers. "It's a shame I can't drink at my own party."

"It's non-alcoholic fizzy wine, Sassenach." He stood behind her and unclasped her pearl necklace and unpinned her hair, placing the accessories on the table. Then carefully, he unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. "Do you want a glass?"

"Mmm, yes, please." Taking a piece of strawberry with her, she walked away from him in her undergarments to examine the bathroom. "The bathtub is huge enough for ten people," she informed him excitedly.

"Good, then we can take a bath together." Jamie watched her in amusement as she went to explore the living area, complete with television, minibar and an ornate study desk. Quickly, he took the rest of his clothes off and poured the non-alcoholic beverage into the flute glasses. When she came back, her eyes widened, and her skin flushed in awareness as her gaze roamed over his naked body. "Come here," he commanded softly, grinning wickedly at her.

A smile touched her lips as her eyes settled on his erection. "And here I thought you were going to recite poetry on our wedding night."

He laughed low as he watched her openly stare at him. He was delighted at her new confidence even though he knew he could still make her blush. "I think I've created a tease. Ye're torturing me, Sassenach. Now come here and do as ye're told."

Claire's smile was slow and full of promise. Instead of obliging him, she reached back and unclasped her bra and dropped the material on the floor. His breath hitched when she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties, dragging the skimpy lace over her hips and thighs and kicking them away from her feet. "If you want me, you have to get me yourself, Mr Fraser," she teased, slowly backing away.

"If that's how ye want to play..." With one swift lunge, he caught her, carried her to bed and dropped her onto the quilt, making her squeal. Laughing, he placed one knee over the mattress and leaned over. His face suddenly turned serious, and he gently stroked her lips with his thumb, teasing the sensitive skin. He dragged in a breath as he gazed at her. "Christ, I'll never tire looking at ye. I can stare at yer face for hours."

She reached out and pulled his head towards her, kissing him with wild abandon. He smiled against her lips, thinking of the first time he taught her how to french kiss. "And I'll never tire of kissing you," she whispered.

He grasped both her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, kissing her deeply as her lips opened to the thrusting motion of his tongue. He cupped the weight of her breasts with the other hand, his thumb tracing a nipple. She arched upward as his mouth moved down her neck, and his knee slid between her legs and opened her for his more intimate touch. "I want ye now, Sassenach. I don't think I can hold on much longer," he muttered under his breath.

She pulled her hands away from his hold and clung to him, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Then take me now and don't be gentle about it."

He pulled away slightly, concern marring his face. "Will the baby be alright if I'm a bit rough?"

She laughed and urged him closer. "I don't think the baby will mind. Now shush and make love to me."

He moved over her and joined his body with hers. Gently at first, he rocked back and forth until her body adjusted to his cock. When she started to moan and flung her head sideways, he pulled back out and slammed inside of her so fast, she convulsed in pleasure against him.

She rode out the climax, whimpering deep in her throat, and hung on as he pounded inside her body until he cried out her name when he reached his peak, never stopping until there was nothing left of either of them.

Spent and exhausted, somehow he managed to roll over. He gathered Claire into his arms and spooned against her, his lips pressed at the nape of her neck. It didn't take long before she relaxed completely in his embrace and fell asleep.

Moonlight beamed through the open window creating shadowy patterns against her pale skin. Carefully, Jamie loosened his hold on her and got out of bed.

For a while, he watched her sleep with a deep peacefulness that made a smile touch his lips. She was curled in a fetal position, one hand tucked under her cheek and her long dark curls fanned out over the pillow. He heard her snore delicately, making him chuckle.

Turning away, Jamie walked to the window and observed the dots of light sprinkling the night skyline. Taking a deep breath, he said a silent prayer, for her and for their unborn child and thanked God for the blessing bestowed upon them on their wedding day.

Their lives were on the brink of change, and he had never been more satisfied with his life. Being with Claire soothed his soul, and with her, he knew he would find the strength to face whatever life throws at them. She was his anchor, his home and his soulmate.

She stirred and murmured in her sleep. Turning away from the window, Jamie walked back to bed and slipped under the covers pulling her close against him. She responded immediately and snuggled closer.

"I love ye so much, Sassenach," he whispered in the dark.

"I love you too, hubby."

He smiled and closed his eyes and allowed sleep to gently embrace him until he was lured into a world of dreams of happily ever after.

THE END

#melodyheart #forgetmenot #Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser #outlanderfanfic

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fvthomsbclow · 5 years ago

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COURTNEY EATON, GENDERFLUID, THEY/THEM. — looks like LUKE ANDERSEN is attending AURORIA UNIVERSITY in auradon. they're the TWENTY year old child of ARIEL & ERIC ( * adoptive ! ) , which means they're from ATLANTICA. heard they're HONEST & CRAFTY, but can also be EASILY DISTRACTED & SELF-SERVING ; we all have our bad days. people normally associate them with LOOSE WHITE SHIRTS BLOWING IN THE BREEZE, WHISPY BRAIDS OF DARK HAIR, STANDING ON A BEACH IN THE MIDDLE OF A STORM, CRASHING WAVES ALONG THE DECK OF A SHIP. — hylia, 9teen, est, she & they.

when i’m sad , oh god i’m sad , but when i’m happy, i am happy and there’s just no place in-between for us to meet. playlist. pinterest. to listen as you read.

howdy folks !! so my name is HYLIA , and I’m here to play the sailor datemate of my dreams , LUKE ANDERSEN. I’m still sort of getting the hang of them since they’re a very new character , so I’m sorry if this intro is all over the place !! No TWS for now save for mentions of death , the ocean , and drowning. Hopefully this isn’t too messy !

HISTORY

So Luke is adopted - the child of one of King triton’s servants who passed away from illness. Originally , Triton was going to take them in himself , but instead , Ariel volunteered to care for the little merbaby and raised them as her own. As a result , Triton gave Luke the ability to grow legs on dry land as well as a tail when touched by large amounts of saltwater.

But , they weren’t told of their true heritage as a child. So they believed they were a human for the longest time.

They grew up loving both of their parents to the max but it was DEFINITELY evident they took after Eric more so. They wanted to travel , wanted to explore - and their dad , with his ship and naval prowess , was their hero. So from a very young age , they would accompany their dad on his travels.

It went to the point in which they were taught to pilot a ship themselves - and they even asked for one for their sixteenth birthday. Nothing else , just a vessel of their own. And they got one , naming it The Queen Jocasta.

First voyage on The Queen Jocasta resulted in an attack by pirates - sixteen year-old Luke tossed off the side of the ship , thinking they were about to drown. But , that power they were unaware of for all this time shifted their legs into a tail , and at that point they realized , Wow , Mom and Dad really haven’t told me SHIT.

So that was when they were explained that yeah , they were originally born a mermaid , and yeah , they were royalty both on the surface and under the sea. And that prompted Luke to spend a year in the ocean to get to know their mother’s family - returning to the surface to finish their time in Auradon Prep afterwards. This meant they graduated a year later at nineteen.

And then when that was over , Luke decided ‘ hey, I’m gonna take a trip all around Auradon by BOAT ’ since... that’s their brand , and spent another year just sailing around the different parts of Auradon ( and on the outside of it ) for the fun of it. They’re only just now getting back to Auradon to attend Auroria.

PERSONALITY & FACTS

So one may describe Luke as an ‘old soul’ - they’re very laid back and relaxed , for the most part , keen on their interests and someone who really seems to know a lot beyond how old they are.

Extremely intelligent - there’s a rumor going around that Luke has an eidetic memory , but they won’t confirm or deny it. ( It’s true. )

OBVIOUSLY AGAIN, OCEAN CHILD. Luke loves the ocean and always hangs out on beaches or the docks if they’re not on their actual boat. Because Luke doesn’t have a dorm - no , Luke sleeps on The Queen Jocasta in their cabin. Captain’s quarters and all that.

They love traveling just for the sake of traveling , and they can read a map like it’s nobody’s business.

Big into the classics like art and music DESPITE the fact they can’t paint , draw - but they can carry a tune well and for that reason , they play guitar nicely.

Honestly they’re smart and into the classics and shit but also this can come off as slightly pretentious since they don’t hesitate to remind people how good of a thinker they are - they don’t say it , but they show it.

Also they know how to dance , taking ballet classes when they were younger !! It’s just not something they remind anyone of much.

One more class they took was swordfighting in attempts to learn how to defend themselves . . . and yes , they’re great at it. Scary great.

In terms of a more direct description of their PERSONALITY , Luke tends to approach situations with again , a very laid back attitude but also one that’s brutally honest. They will let you know if they’re pissed off with you and . . . do have a bit of a temper when their nerves are ticked. Luke’s also got a bit of a dangerous tendency to always think they’re on their own and look after number one ( themselves ) and forgets that they can lean on other people for help. This doesn’t mean they don’t care about their allies - no , they greatly care about them. But Luke’s sort of used to being a mysterious , aloof , brooding traveler that they often forget they now have people they can confide in.

They’ll do things that perk their interest - Luke really isn’t going to go out of their way for something unless there’s either something in it for them or they have a personal interest. Also , if they care for the person , but yeah.

There’s a slight cynical streak to them for no other reason than the fact they just always think they have to watch their back - and for the fact people have secrets , like their parents keeping the secret they were a mermaid for a good portion of their life.

I promise they’re not a conceited selfish prick Luke is just VERY . . . aloof. I know I said that before but they’re distant and sort of keep to themselves and what they want.

Their opinion on the villains and heroes coming together is that they really . . . couldn’t care less. They never were really one to focus too much on the Auradon vs. Isle debacle anyway , but also - they can understand why some VKs are pissed. BUT , since this is Luke we’re talking about - that doesn’t mean they’re going to be exceptionally nice to the villain kids , treating them the same as Auradonian kids - casually , trying to get a read on them , probably the same aloof & ‘I could care less’ demeanor they normally keep up.

Also I should mention !! Luke is genderfluid , preferring they/them pronouns like stated before - but when addressing them with their royal title , they prefer to be addressed by the title of Prince. But Captain is even more so preferred.

Captain Luke Andersen just sounds like BDE I’m ,

Listen I love them so much they’re the myserious captain datemate of my dREAAMS

WANTED PLOTS & CONNECTIONS

OKAY SO. When the main puts up their WC page I will be submitting this one but I’d love an ARRANGED MARRIAGE plot for Luke. Basically , arranged while Luke was away traveling - they could either already know this person or are just meeting them now , but they’re not too keen on the idea of arranged marriage but aren’t really doing anything to fight it since it is what it is. They can either get along or hate each other , be best buddies or the like , but I think it’d be so funny if Luke - a wayward soul - was supposed to be arranged to marry someone who always has to make sure they’re not getting into trouble or something since Luke . . . CANNOT stay in the same place. At all. Bonus if this person is super duper sweet and polite in contrast to Luke’s nature of being absolutely crass & unrefined.

Their fiance: I’m so sorry for them Luke: I’m not, peace sign + middle finger motherfucker

And if this evolves in2 an actual ship that’d b up to chemistry n shit but the main idea I had was just. An arranged marriage. Rly we can do whatever n I’d b cool w/ it.

I’d love a crew for them pls. Again - this can be with both Auradon and Isle kids , since Luke gives no shits , but I’d imagine there’s a few Auradon kids who’ve been with Luke for quite some time.

PIRATE RIVALS PLSSSSS bc I know some Isle kids are pirates and that’s B^) juicy shit 2 me.

In general I’d just rly like some friends who try to get past Luke’s aloof & distant & brooding(tm) nature and let them b... soft n stuff.

also friends in general?? great. gimme soft platonic shit bc mgod thats what gets me all the damn time

if there are some royal kids out there who wanna bfriend luke’s ass since childhood n will stick w/them... give it to me.

Flings that Luke’s had either traveling or also just in Auradon in general bc uh yeah they’re lowkey a huge flirt

not 2 be THAT guy but Luke is a dreamboat haha... hahaha...

please clap

first love !! maybe !! idk sb who definitely luke had a thing 4 but it got lost in luke being. well. luke.

“my only love is the sea” stfu

gimmE SOME ENEMIES

AURADON KID ENEMIES

ISLE KID ENEMIES

PPL WHO THINK LUKE IS A FUCKIN PRETENTIOUS DICK BC THEY ARE

PPL WHO ONLY WANNA SEE THEM CRASH N BURN

FRIENDSHIPS THAT TURNED HOSTILE BC AGAIN, LUKE IS... LUKE.

PPL WHO HAVEN’T LIKE LUKE SINCE CHILDHOOD N THEY’VE ALWAYS GOTTEN INTO FIGHTS AND STUFF

I’m so bad writing wcs so maybe one day I’ll sit down and write formal connections so yeah.

BUT YEAH THAT’S IT !! pls pls pls feel free to either like this or hmu for plotting - I highly suggest contacting me on Discord ( rocky lynch lovebot / hylia.#0329 ) bc I’m always on Discord but Tumblr works too !! I promise u guys I don’t bite. I love u all I’m so excited 4 this !!! :^)

#usoa:intro #* &. abt / ☆ ❛ ɪɴ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ғᴀᴛʜᴏᴍs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ❜#tht reminds me i gotta #do tags #whOOPS.#drowning mention #ocean tw #death mention

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23, 25, 27, 28!😊😊

Hello lovely! How are you? Enjoying the run up to New Years?

23.) fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Hmm.... I wanted to write a Blaayla fic because they are so deliciously tragic but I apparently do not have the bandwidth for that. BUT I WANT TO. I SO WANT TO. I am trying to figure out if I can fit Bly into the back third of After the End because there is a small clone subplot.

I also started a niche rarepair fic that won’t see the light of day but I ADORE IT. It’s so healthy.

And General Ghost. I wanted to work on his story but, like the Spanish Inquisition, no one expects T&K to land in their lap. 25.) a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

Court and Spark by @jerseytigermoth

This is an amazing fic which brings together an emotionally damaged Ben Kenobi and a grieving but stable Anakin Skywalker in a lovely old house in Maine during a snowy winter. Somehow they find themselves falling in love over the course of a few weeks and while Ben has a LOT of issues that he has to deal with, Anakin is there for him every step of the way, his rescue puppy Artie at his side. With loving guest appearances by Jocasta Nu, Dex, Vokara Che, Ahsoka, Padme and Rex, in all his quietly affectionate wonderfulness, this is a BEAUTIFUL fic to curl up with on a cold, snowy day. It’s almost finished but even if Jersey can’t make it back to the fic, it’s reached a touching and satisfying resolution so you’re not driven to online stalking her, driving to her location and shouting at the top of your lungs “OKAY BUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT????”

Which would be weird. So please don’t do that. XD

ALSO...

I WANT MORE HORIZON LIGHT OKAY? IT’S BY @glare-gryphon. IT’S AMAZING. I WANT MORE OF IT AND THE ONLY WAY TO GET MORE IS TO CONVINCE EVERYONE TO GO READ IT.

It is Star Wars x Pacific Rim Mashup and it. Is. AMAZING. STELLAR. IT MADE ME SAD ABOUT THE PROBLEMATIC GLACIER. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS FIC.

DOOKU IS A JAEGER PILOT. WITH VENTRESS. IT IS SUBLIME.

I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. YOU MUST READ THIS. GO. COMMENT. KUDOS. MAKE GLARE WRITE MORE!

27.) favorite fanfic author of the year

But you’re all so awesome! That’s like chosing my favorite clone! Rex, no Fives, No Cody! No no no! Echo! NO DAMNIT! IT’S REX-WAIT!

In lieu of picking a favorite, I would like to give props to @hellsbellssinclub for her fantastic work on Across the Stars. She’s worked so hard on this fic and I am so proud of her for sticking through the long months and updates. I know how hard it is to keep up interest for a long fic so MAD PROPS TO YOU BELLS!

Also I would like to give a shout out to @thefiresofmustafar for her ongoing and ambitious Atlas Project which is inspired by different songs on the ablum Atlas Year One or Year Two by Sleeping At Last. She’s done some lovely work on this project, most recently on forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn and i will rearrange the stars, pull them down to where you are which has the most fantastic mid-labor quote from Padme.

“Anakin Skywalker, if you don’t get your former Master in this room in the next ten seconds I will strangle you with my bare hands, labor be damned,“

Do not argue with the woman giving birth to your twins, Anakin. You will not win.

28.) longest fic you read this year

Coda. Equinox? No, actually A Walking Shadow by @writegowrite which I love and adore even as she calls it her red-headed step child of a fic. And I don’t care what she says, the Obikin is not subtext imho. It IS text. Also, Obi-Obi is the cutest nickname. Almost as cute as Bibi.

Oh! No! Actually the winner is Negotiation by Glare. Which I did not understand before I watched Hannibal and now I understand SO MUCH MORE.

SO. MUCH. MORE. XD

Got a Fan Fic End of the Year Ask for Auntie Fishy?

Ask here!

#Ask Auntie Fishy #peppermintvader

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Karlemon’s Lands: Cosima (continued)

Geography of Cosima

River Vipa. The river that divides Cosima in two, with a source in the Pylaen Hills at Lake Angarano and a mouth in Lake Ysére in Valarre, it is the longest in the country. This course was once the guiding line that divided human-held territory from that of beasts and beastmen during the days of Aurelia and the Scudae. It fed the city of Tanitea and is held to be sacred to Nethos, god of the dead and his daughters the Vanathes. A shrine around halfway along its course is said to be the site of the birth of Jocasta the Dawn Captain.

River Satini. The lesser of the two great Cosiman rivers, the Satini flows into the Bethaynian Gulf from its source in the hilly uplands between Cosima and Valarre. Believed to be named for a long-forgotten Cosiman princess or the daughter of a chieftain, the river is known far and wide for its reputation of being the home of hags, witches, water spirits and at times a murky combination of all three. It holds a special place in Cosiman history as the site of three great victories over the elves during Karlemon’s campaign during the War of Tears.

The Pylaen Hills. The towering range of snow-capped mountains that divide Cosima from Isagor, the Pylaens are pinnacles in the landscape and well known for their harsh and unpredictable weather, difficult crossings and treacherous passes and crevasses and sheer drops. Famed throughout Karlemon’s Lands as the birthplace of the god of the hunt Bromos; it has never appeared as a surprise to devotees of the pantheon that the wildest of the Lydian gods would originate in such a complementary landscape.

Lake Angarano. The largest inland lake in all of Karlemon’s Lands, the Angarano is said to have been named for the newborn son of one of Aurelia’s lieutenants and confidants, the first human born inside the realm of Cosima. Whether the tale is true or not cannot be substantiated, but the lake has an importance all its own to those on its shores. It is a vital transport hub for the region and the salt mined beneath the lake bed and farmed on the shorelines provides a livelihood and trade for thousands of people.

The Isle of Malipiero. An infamous island off the Cosiman coast downriver from the city of Siereggio, once home to a joint Cosiman-Isagoren colony between 1050 CE and 1070 CE. The venture was abandoned after the two hundred strong populace was found to have turned on each other and killed one another to a man, with many of the bodies having been eaten and otherwise desecrated. To this day, no-one is entirely sure why this happened at the height of a bountiful harvest season with a surplus of food and essential supplies and tales circulate about rumours of curses, dark rituals and black sorcery.

Hadrumentum. A volcanic plug that juts out of the landscape and was held to be sacred by the earliest human settlers, it was the site of a horrific battle between the Cosimans under Caius I Nemesia and the First Titans under Kiriltugh Redbear. In the battle in 877 EE the king lost his life, and three of his sons and fourteen thousand men besides perished. It is situated some thirty leagues south of Cagliasi and is reputed to be haunted by the spirits of those who died there on that day.

Landmarks of Cosima

The Lost City of Tanitea. Once the greatest centre of human population in the Known World, the city of Tanitea was the capital of the Aurelian and Nemesian dynasties and the home of the mythical Throne of A Thousand, the ancestral chair of Aurelia’s descendants. Supposed to one of the most heavily fortified cities ever built, no-one ever took Tanitea by force. Home to temples, libraries, great treasuries, gardens and palaces, the decision by Tycho II to abandon the city and gift it to a party of strangers has been lamented as one of the most foolhardy choices ever undertaken by a monarch of any nation.

The Grand Cathedral of the World's Lights. Built in the outskirts of Novena, Cosima by Sigismondo I Orsini, the great-grandson of Karlemon, the Cathedral is considered to be one of the greatest buildings in all of Karlemon's Lands, a towering place of worship for the Church of the Four Virtues. Since 840 CE it has been custom for Exemplars of the Church to be buried there, safely away from vandals and the prying hands of overzealous would-be champions.

The Great Catacombs of Belvano. A veritable necropolis built into the side of the Monte Lazaro upon which the city stands, it has held the dead of the populace of the surrounding lands for over twenty generations. It is a labyrinth of tunnels, walled with the bones of criminals and traitors, their very cadavers made to ‘support the walls of the mausoleum they were so eager to enter’ according to Hurley’s ‘Almanac’.

The Nemesian Arch. Built by Nestor III Nemesia in the city of Messinia spanning the Satini river, the Arch is a combined water feature, reservoir, dam, bridge, defensive fortification and monument all in one. Owned by the Count Costanza, it is one of the most impressive examples of human architectural engineering built before the Common Era. Though primarily a dam on the river, it supplies the surrounding valley with regular fresh mountain water and prevents flooding of the concourse below during the wet season.

Wildlife of Cosima

Trollboar. A ferocious predator of the southern forests, known for its long memory and reputation for eating the hunters it kills.

Pylaen Longhorn. A tough and hardy goat native to the Pylaen Hills, notorious for its swift temper and long curled horns.

Drake. Primitive reptilian cousins of the wyvern, they are capricious and cunning, if not particularly intelligent.

Dhole. Red eyed black furred dogs popular with farmers, merchants and nobles alike for their territorial and loyal nature.

Khnum. A large and aggressive forest-dwelling armoured creature found in the southern forests, the khnum was the symbol of the Nemesian dynasty.

Limnian Birds. Four-limbed avian predators native to Cosima, they travel in large flocks and during the mating season can easily kill farmers through weight of numbers.

Cosiman Folklore

Bruxari. A widespread tale warning travellers against journeying at night, bruxari are bat-like man-eating creatures that swoop down and carry off the unwary into the night without so much as a sound. Reported to be the once-servants of a great sorceress, who died without releasing them from their task, they horrify by their mere reputation and by the shadows crossing the moon before sweeping in for an attack.

Selvatus. An elusive humanoid creature of legend, Selvatus is a guardian of woodlands and remote places in Cosima. Sightings of him go back to the first Aurelian chronicle, written by Octavian I Aurelian in 750 EE. He is purportedly to be well-spoken and a writer of poetic verse despite his wild visage and to be an excellent host for those few whom he takes in as his evening guests.

Strix. A legendary avian race with a taste for human blood, strixes are regarded as the worst of bad omens, as the arrival of one more often than not precedes the arrival of a flock. They swarm around abandoned towns and villages in winter, picking off weary travellers and leaving them desiccated husks. Though vaguely humanoid in shape, strixes are said to not be sufficiently intelligent to communicate through speech or even gesture.

The Wolf of Pylaea. The mythical guardian of the Pylaen Hills, it defends the villages of the mountain people from attack while they hunt and herd their flocks in exchange for a warm fire in the centre of town around which it may sleep. Said to be the guard dog of a giant who fell in battle with the dragons, the Wolf is reported to be fifty feet tall at the shoulder and to howl with the force of a gale.

Estria. In the city of Cagliasi, there exists an ancestral temple to a goddess not recognised by the Lydian temple as part of the pantheon, built by the noble Giachetti family circa 290 CE. A goddess of life and love, Estria is popular in Cagliasi with young people, prostitutes, farmers and prospective parents, who claim that she will bring good harvests, good health, beauty and fertility to those who pay patronage on Midsummer.

Lemures. The fabled and dreaded spirits of the restless dead, those not given proper burial, funeral rites or graves that go untended. Belief in these spectres of the dead is said to be immensely widespread amongst the rural population of Cosima and to banish them it is necessary to burn sage, elder wood and lavender in a copper kettle for three days outside your home.

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