#like I could have paired Alice with anyone but since in my story I have her with Xander

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[Fire Emblem Fates: 2nd Gen OC - Aiyra]

Y’all did not expect me to have another FE OC RIGHT?? Well I DO HAVE ONE! I actually had Aiyra since around 2018 but never had a proper design. Then I used Picrew, now I wanted to properly draw her. Yes, she’s Fatesona Alice’s Daughter. She’s now the new Little Princess HA! *vanishes *

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THE WOLF & THE DRAGON (4/?) - aemond targaryen

series masterlist, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 5, chapter 6

summary: To dance with dragons is to play with wolves. After surviving her own assassination attempt, Alarra Stark endured a large scar across her face, slicing her face in half. For years after Alarra was now known as "Alarra The Fierce" due to her ferocity at the young age, defending herself valiantly at merely thirteen-years-old. After then, she spent years training with her older brother, Cregan Stark, so that one day she could avoid the pain and suffering of anyone in her family; including herself. But, after those years spent training with men much larger than her, she is sent away and betrothed to Joffrey Velaryon for alliance towards the rightful heir to the Iron Throne: Rhaenyra Targaryen. Accompanying the family to Kingslanding, Alarra realized maybe marrying the young Velaryon boy wasn't so awful. But that was until she met a peculiar "one-eyed" prince. pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!OC word count: 4.0k tags: slow burn, forbidden love, canon Aemond, enemies to lovers, long fic, original characters, war, arranged marriage warnings: mention of sexual content rating: 18+, !MDNI!

LADY IN RED

“Rhaenyra and her family plan to visit King’s Landing.” Aegon laughed, and his hideous cackle echoed through the hall and Aemond scowled lightly at his brother’s immaturity. 

“She dares show her face here-?” 

“Your father insisted-“ 

“My father has no solid thought in his decaying brain.” Alicent stood up fast, waving her finger towards Aegon's face and he shrunk down the smile leaving his face. 

“Do not talk about the king- your father.” 

Silence. 

“And the Stark girl will be with them-“ This time Aemond turned towards his mother, eyes wide. A Stark at the Red Keep?

“Stark?” The question had slipped from Aemond’s lips before he could think or even comprehend what his mother had said. She let out a huff before sitting back down in her chair.

“Yes, a Stark.” 

A wolf from the North had wandered into the South. 

Dragons were not what Alarra imagined. They were magnificent creatures, and not the terrible beasts her father had told her they were. Alarra remembered how her mother told her stories of flying flames and women with whispering hands of magic. How her mother filled her head with fairytales and myths while her father told her the truth and history. But sometimes myths can be proven true, and those are the stories Alarra wishes to create for herself. 

The myth of Alarra the Fierce. 

“My Alarra, my beautiful girl…“ Her mother’s eyes stared at her, blue and wide. She sat on her bed, next to her, running her fingers through Alarra’s red hair. Alarra smiled adoringly at her mother. 

“Dragons are beasts of fury, of fire. They guard the sky with their scales of iron and eyes of gold. They roam the Earth for their riders, and are lost without them.

“But you my rose are a Stark. You do not need a beast of fire to proclaim your fury…” Alarra’s mother pointed at her chest. 

“You have your heart. Your voice. Use it.”

Alarra’s mother died a fortnight before her fourth name day. She remembers crying for days, like she had wept for her father, but the days after her mother died were a blur. Something she didn’t quite recollect. But she does remember meeting Eyla. The woman with hair as black as a direwolf’s fur and eyes as enchanting as the movements of a great stallion. 

“My lady, I have been awaiting your arrival,” Eyla was in Alarra’s temporary room at the Red Keep. Rhaenyra had taken the initiative to send all staff ahead of time on a boat, and Alarra was thankful her handmaiden would be there with her in an unfamiliar place. “I haven’t been on a ship since I was…” Eyla paused, staring at the floor before she looked up at Alarra again smiling. 

Alarra smiled at Eyla, entering the large room. It was much larger than any room she’d stayed in. But Alarra was still skeptical. She was still unsure. 

“How was your trip?” Alarra asked, walking towards the woman. 

“I should be asking you the same!” Alarra laughed. 

“The air felt nice. It was cold. But I enjoyed it. I felt like a bird.” Alarra whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“Have you met the king? The queen? The princes and princess?” Alarra shook her head. 

“I’ve merely just arrived and was instructed to head to my room to unpack but it seems you have done so. We are meeting them tonight. Told to freshen up, smell nice and not like old meat.” 

“Oh how insulting the South is!” Eyla giggled, shaking her head. “Well I have laid out two dresses.” 

Alarra had chosen to wear the dark blue dress that was laid out for her. A color that always suited her best. A color that meant peace and innocence. The color of Starks. 

Alarra had been wandering the halls of the Red Keep by herself, admiring. She was feeling the walls with her fingers, how differently it was built than her own castle. Quick footsteps sounded behind her and then they stopped just as fast as they started. Alarra paused, turning her head around to find the one-eyed prince staring back at her. 

It was her.

Aemond froze. The rumors were true. Alarra Stark wasn’t just beautiful; she was breathtaking. The air had grown stale and Aemond was finding it hard to compose his heartbeat. No one had ever taken Aemond’s breath from his chest like Alarra Stark had done. And he hated her for it. He hated the way she made him feel the first time he saw her. 

Princess Alarra of the North, the Flower of Winterfell, the Cub and Alarra the Fierce.

Alarra approached Aemond, her steps soft yet calculated. She carried herself with a certain grace, but there was a dark shadow behind her eyes. And when his eyes met hers, Aemond could see that darkness within her. Stark women could freeze a man with a single glance, and Alarra had done just that to the Targaryen prince. 

As she neared, Aemond couldn’t help but notice the scar on her face. A scar so large it was hard to miss at a first glance. A scar that was long and white, done healing: but it still pained her no matter how much it healed. Alarra knew he was staring, opting to scorn him verbally.

“It’s quite rude to stare, Prince Aemond,” Alarra greeted, her voice low as it carried like the faintest chill in the northern winds. Aemond ignored what she had said, wanting to keep his manners in place. “Never seen a strikingly beautiful woman before?” 

Aemond had to keep from snarling. 

“I trust the hospitality of the Red Keep has been to your…liking. I imagine the Red Keep cannot compare to Castle Ward.” Alarra shifted on her feet, smiling and Aemond fought the urge to scowl once again, his anger rising to his face. Alarra noticed and picked up on the subtle way he bit the inside of his lip, his hands shuffling behind his back. Alarra noticed how his hair was pushed back just right, and his eye patch placed perfecting, shielding it from public view. Alarra noticed a lot about Aemond in those few seconds, but she still didn’t know what the prince was thinking. 

“Yes, my prince. Nothing is quite like Winterfell,” Her words were polite, but Aemond could read her tone. “Although, I imagine the North is far too cold for a dragon.” A knowing smile appeared on Alarra’s face yet again but this time slowly. 

“Mhm…and I assume the same for you,” Aemond’s gaze lingered on Alarra for a moment before he spoke again. “Wolves don't stray too far from the pack.”

“I am no ordinary wolf, my prince.” Alarra said, and Aemond’s eyes creased as he watched her. 

“I can see,” Aemond pursed his lips slightly and Alarra tilted her head to the side, an antagonizing grin growing on her face. “I shall see you at supper.” Aemond walked right past her, not giving Alarra a second glance before he was gone from the hallway, his steps no longer echoing. 

Alarra then found her way to the gardens where she stumbled upon Helaena, dipped below the ground playing with flowers and plants in the courtyard. 

“Oh! Princess Helaena,” Alarra watched as the princess did not move, still picking up flowers from the ground. “I did not mean to intrude-”

“You are always welcome, lady in red.” Helaena turned, looking at Alarra and Alarra got on the ground, sitting next to her on her knees. Her dress was bound to get dirty and muddy at one point, something common in Winterfell. Yet, it felt wrong to do it in the castle. 

“Lady in red?” Alarra smiled at the girl, questioning her nickname. 

“You were in my dreams…wearing red.”

“I do not wear red, princess.”

“But, you will,” Alarra tilted her head to the side, with so many questions racking her brain. “Wolves bite and dragons take flight.” Helaena whispered to herself. 

Alarra plucked a small flower, twirling it between her fingers as she stared at it. 

Wolves bite and dragons take flight. 

“Your hair looks beautiful, my lady.” Eyla combed her fingers through Alarra’s hair, as it was curled and splayed over her shoulders. 

“You should be complimenting yourself.” Alarra stared at her hair adoringly, as it was beautifully set into ringlets, a silver pendant with a red jewel sat atop her head. Eyla had gifted her that pendant as a form of love and was told it would ‘keep her safe’. Alarra only wore it when Eyla insisted, and this night she had guided the girl to wear it. 

Rhaenyra had instructed Alarra to sit next to Joffrey, but that would mean she would have to sit across from Aemond. Viserys and his hand were not present, only Alicent and her children. He must have been instructed with bed rest. Aegon was laughing drunkenly as he threw grapes into his mouth like a child. Helaena was next to him, playing with her food, not a single emotion present on her face. Lucerys, Joffrey, and Jacaerys were all talking lively to each other, ignoring their family members across the table. Rhaena and Baela were speaking to each other as well, bursting into hushed laughter occasionally. Daemon and Rhaenyra were speaking quietly, while Alicent glanced over at them once and awhile while she downed her own goblet of wine. Alarra was in her own bubble, chowing down on her food and keeping to herself. Until she noticed the person in front of her. Aemond was staring at Alarra, a small smirk placed upon his face. A smirk that brought Alarra pure anger. Alarra stabbed at her food, glancing up at him once and awhile. Aemond had grabbed his wine, looking at her over the top of it with that stupid, stupid smirk- 

“Is something the matter, my lady.” Aemond pulled Alarra out of her trance. She hadn’t realized she had been angrily staring at his face. And his dumb smirk. 

“Everything is well, my prince.” Alarra gritted the last part out of her teeth. Aemond’s smirk widened, if that was even possible. 

“Enjoying your duck?” 

“Very much so. And you?” Alarra stabbed a piece of the meat, bringing it to her lips slowly. Aemond watched her, his hand gripping his fork harder, his knuckles almost turning white. 

“Quite delectable.” Aemond wasn’t talking about the meat, but Alarra didn’t know that. 

“Your sister hasn’t touched her plate.” Alarra observed Helaena who was sitting quietly, pushing around her peas and carrots with her duck untouched, a small frown on her face. 

“She feels bad for the duck.” Aemond said it as if it were an insult. But, Alarra gazed at Helaena, sympathizing with the girl. She’s just a child. 

“Don’t make fun,” Alarra sniped, and Aemond tilted his head. “She is an empath. It is a wonderful thing to be.” 

“Until it gets you killed.” Aemond muttered. Alarra caught the disgust in his tone, scanning his face and his features and how he looked angry. But that anger was hidden by sadness. And she could see right through it. Right through him. 

Rhaenyra stood, clearing her throat as the sounds of laughter and talking died down, everyone turning their attention to the princess. 

“Since my father cannot be here tonight, I trust that he is in the Gods’ hands, free from pain this evening. Hopefully he will feel well soon enough to meet his newest kin.” Rhaenyra smiled at Baela, Rhaena and Alarra. 

“And to Alicent,” Rhaenyra looked at Alicent, her smile different from the one she gave the young girls. “I pray for your well being during my fathers torment.” And Rhaenyra nodded at Alicent before sitting down again. Nobody spoke for a few seconds, before Alicent smiled at Rhaenyra, nodding her head at her. 

The talking ensued again, and Alarra resumed eating her food. Aemond was no longer staring at her, but staring at his brother who was next to Helaena. Alarra watched as Aemond glared at Aegon, who was mindlessly drinking wine, seemingly making a fool of himself. She knew exactly what Aemond was thinking at that moment. How much hatred he had for his older brother. The misfortune that he was older. Alarra admired her older brother, yet Aemond showed no signs of admiration for Aegon. Aegon then stood, stumbling lightly as he did, reaching for his wine, and it spilled on the table as he grabbed it roughly. 

“A toast! To my nephews and their…” he snorted, laughing his head in the air. “Women. That one is quite pretty-” He pointed to Alarra and everyone looked at her. “-besides that ugly thing on her face. Maybe you won’t have to look at her when you fuck her dear nephew.” Aegon cackled again, his laughter filling the room. Alarra’s lip curled as her hands molded into tight fists under the table. She couldn’t help but open her lips. No one would speak to her like that. Even a foolish drunk prince.

“And what scars do you have to show for your skills in swordsmanship, my prince? Oh that’s right…” Aegon hummed, looking Alarra up and down, taking a big gulp from his goblet. He paused before slamming it back down on the table, the remains of red wine spilt.

“And she talks back. Most do not speak back to me. Maybe a slap across the face will do her well.”

“Likewise, my prince.” The prince’s eyes widened as he pointed an accusing finger at her across the table. He leaned over as far as he could reach.

“Excuse me-“

“Aegon, sit down.” Alicent had ordered her son, her voice loud. Aegon obeyed immediately, huffing as he fell back into his chair, glaring at Alarra. She looked away from Aegon to see Aemond with a small smile upon his face, obviously trying to hide it. This was amusing to him. Alarra raised an eyebrow at him as if to ask, is this funny to you? All Aemond did was smirk at her before he took another sip from his wine. Alarra couldn’t stand that smirk on his stupid face with his stupid blonde hair and his stupid eyepatch. But there was one thing Alarra knew for certain. She hated Aemond Targaryen.

Later that night, Alarra was bathing in warm water and lilacs speaking to Eyla about the dinner she had with the Targaryen family. 

“It was an interesting family reunion…” Eyla scrubbed at Alarra’s shoulders, the water cascading down her back. “It was…tense.” 

“I can imagine it wouldn’t be a joyous reunion.” 

“What makes you say that?” Eyla stopped scrubbing at Alarra’s naked body, pondering on what to say next. 

“The rightful heir to the iron throne is Rhaenyra Targaryen. But, Aegon Targaryen is the king’s first-born son. Who’s to say he won't overtake the throne once his father dies.”

“Aegon Targaryen is an idiot. A fool. He is not fit-” Eyla shushed the girl, her finger closing over her mouth. 

“The walls have ears, my lady.” Alarra snorted, her face contorting into a blissful grin. 

“The walls are walls. If anyone dares to use my words against me, I will cut their throat.” Alarra laughed at Eyla’s shocked face. A second later, a laugh emitted from Eyla’s throat and she shoved Alarra in the bath, water splashing on her dress. 

“My lady! Now you are speaking like me, not yourself. I fear you have been around me too much.”

“And is that such a bad thing?” Alarra now washed herself, drenching her hair in water. 

“You need to speak like a lady. Not a whore from Essos.”

“Eyla!” Alarra scoffed, pausing her cleanliness. The only sound that was heard now was the occasional splashing of water, as Eyla continued to clean her. 

“The princess calls me a silly name.” Alarra smiled at the memory, a nickname she thought was cute and had no meaning. 

“Does she call you a wet dog?” Alarra snickered, as Eyla’s hands moved towards her stomach area. 

“She calls me lady in red.” 

Eyla stopped cleaning Alarra, a concerned look crossing her features. 

“Lady in red?”

“Yes, but I insisted that I do not wear red-” 

“My lady, Helaena, is a dreamer. She sees things that others cannot.” 

“I have heard of her odd inquiries.”

“They are not just odd, my lady. There is talk that her dreams are prophecies from God.”

God. 

Eyla never spoke of what higher being she believed in. Alarra always wondered what she believed because she never brought it up until now. 

“Besides, red has never suited me.” Eyla sighed, beginning to scrub Alarra's body more harshly this time. 

“Every color suits you, my lady.” Alarra shook her head, her nose scrunching up in disgust. 

“Except yellow.” Eyla laughed, turning around to grab more lilacs and throw them into the bath that had grown colder. 

“Except yellow.” She repeated. 

“Aemond hates his brother. That is one thing I know. I see it in his eyes everytime he looks at him. Pure jealousy and rage.” Alarra whispered, thinking about his eyes and the way they glared at Aegon. Alarra almost felt bad for the prince. Almost. Something in her understood him. Something was telling her that maybe he wasn’t so bad- but that couldn’t be true. He was a Targaryen after all. And she was a Stark. Wolves and Dragons don’t get along. 

Ser Criston Cole was a man of honor. A man’s honor is something that can corrupt him, make him manic with power. And Alarra knew that all too well. Her uncle had surged, his hunger for power devouring his mind. Ser Criston Cole reminded her of her uncle and his unending thirst. The first moment she saw the knight, she saw the monster that lay between his gaze. Awaiting any moment to strike at anyone or anything that dares threaten him. But he could never scare her. For he was only a man with a tiny blade to save him. And Alarra had much more than that. 

Alarra approached Ser Criston Cole, as he stood outside the hall, not even meeting her gaze below him. He was frozen still, not even acknowledging the princess before him. Alarra was offended, but declared that it wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t worth her might. 

“Ser Criston Cole,” She rang, and he finally glanced at her, his head still forward but eyes scanning. 

“Alarra the Fierce…what a pleasure.” 

“I am sure it is a pleasure, Ser.” Ser Criston straightened, clearing his throat. 

“Do you need something?” He questioned, his eyes again falling forward. 

“I wish to break my fast.” Ser Criston Cole glanced at her again from the corner of his eyes. 

“Prince Aegon wishes to not be interrupted-“ 

“I wish to break my fast.” She said again, more loudly and clearly this time. Maybe he hadn’t heard her, from two feet away. 

“You will have to wait.” 

“My stomach is growling, do you hear?” Alarra pointed to her stomach, and the quiet was loud around them before her stomach growled. 

“Break your fast elsewhere.” 

A loud euphoric moan sounded from the hall, and Alarra’s eyes widened as Ser Criston Cole visibly stiffened. 

Alarra chose to break her fast outside. The hall was not inviting to her. She watched the water as she ate, as the blue sea crashed in waves against the cliffs. Alarra had never seen a sea so blue before.  

“Enjoying the view, my lady?” Alarra was in the middle of chewing, when she turned to find Rhaena standing behind her. Alarra almost choked on her pastry, as she turned to face the princess, who had a bright smile on her face

“Yes, very much so. I’ve never seen water so blue.” 

“I forget you don’t have seas in Winterfell.” 

When Alarra first arrived at Dragonstone, getting there by ship, she was in awe of the sea. She recalled never seeing something so blue. Something so vast and large, as it stretched before her. Rhaena moved to sit at the seat across from Alarra, the sunlight making her white hair look even brighter. 

“I haven’t gotten the chance to speak to you yet.” Rhaena folded her hands across her lap, a hint of shyness in her demeanor. 

“Likewise.” Alarra responded, swallowing the piece of food she had been chewing on with some effort.

“My brother never let me leave Winterfell,” Alarra said, shaking her head before speaking again. “That’s why I’ve never seen the sea before.” Rhaena’s eyebrows furrowed as Alarra spoke. 

“Why let your brother control you?” Alarra hadn’t thought about that before. Why had she let her brother dictate her choices? Her life. She could have left. She could have never seen her brother again, adventuring away from the North. But she didn’t. Alarra shook her head, looking away from Rhaena, her gaze drifting back towards the sea, its vastness pulling her inward.

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple,” Alarra looked at her again, the scar on her face more prominent in the sunlight. Rhaena had been the one person to not stare. Alarra remembered that act of kindness, and it had made her heart ache a little less. “I have duty there, I have a place in the realm, I am not a princess but a valiant knight.” Alarra knew she wasn’t a knight. She knew she could never be one. But she always dreamed of it. She always felt she was more than a princess at Winterfell. That she had a purpose other than producing heirs. Rhaena was silent, listening to the words that Alarra was saying. She didn’t need to respond for Alarra to know she understood. She just did. 

“I admire you. And your courage. The way you stood up for them, without even truly knowing them-“ 

“I know what is right. That is all I need to know.” Rhaena smiled, her cheeks rising to her ears. 

“Anyone would be honored to have you as their knight.” 

“I am not a knight. Only a lady.” 

“I know,” Rhaena smiled, beginning to stand. “Well I shall leave you to your sanctuary. And please,” Rhaena’s eyes glimmered as she looked at the girl. And Alarra knew just how well they would soon get along. “Talk to me at any time.” Before she left Alarra wanted to say one more thing. 

“Rhaena?” Rhaena looked at her, awaiting her words. “My brother does not control me. Only I control myself. Don’t let any man, no matter their title, tell you what you do. How you do things. They cannot touch you. You are a princess. Use that title to its purpose. I promise it will get you far,” Rhaena knew she’d liked Alarra just by meeting her. And this had just made her assumption much more true. 

“As women we don’t get much of a title. We don’t get much of anything. But what we can get, what we can earn, we must conquer. Do you see?” Rhaena could only nod, taking in the wise words of Alarra the Fierce. And then Rhaena was gone, only the wind and the sea to accompany Alarra with her meal.

Aemond could not sleep that night. He opted to wander the halls, get his mind out of everything but he assumed that would do more harm than good. Wandering only led to more thinking and more thinking led to bigger thoughts- it was turmoil. Aemond had decided to visit the library instead. The door squealed as Aemond opened it, only a candle in his hand to lead him through the dark room. 

Aemond thought he was alone as he walked through the rows of books, until he saw another light flash before him. Someone else was in there with him. Aemond moved his candle all around, trying to find where the light had come from but found nothing but darkness. Somewhere in the back of Aemond’s mind he had hoped it was the Stark girl. He hoped to get one more glimpse at her face before he slept. But he knew he’d see her in his dreams again.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I truly love writing Alarra, she's such a good character. Her and Rhaena's platonic and sisterly relationship is one I look forward to writing.

Tags: @mamawiggers1980, @kritara

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Progenitor

Pairing(s): Jasper Hale x Vampire!Reader, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: platonic Alice x Jasper, magic wielding vampire, no nahuel, alice can't see renesmee's future

Words:6,000+

"Tell me another story, cowboy." You impishly grin over to the man laying next to you. Your mate.

Really, there was no need for a bed in your room considering you never used it for actual sleep. That was beyond the both of you.

Jasper's smile is dashing against the flicker of your candles. His fingers are dancing over your shoulder and down your arm. "For someone who has lived for thousands of years, I'd figure you'd heard better stories."

You roll your eyes, kissing the plane of his chest. "This is the first time I've cared about the main character in those stories." It was true. Never had you cared about anyone as much as you did for Jasper. You just had to wait several centuries to meet the right one.

Through those years you'd taken many companions as well as turned many good friends and students. Even the oldest known vampires of the Volturi originate from your fangs. One would be lucky enough to boast that they were made by you. That meant something great in the known vampire community. Some even whispered that you were one of the first vampires in creation. You never spoke of your own origins. You told Jasper those were the dark ages of your life and were still not ready to go back to that time.

And for you to be even slightly interested in a young one like Jasper constantly confounds him. You ate up everything he told you, titillated by battle after battle that he won for Maria. Hanging on his every word with a sort of wide eyed innocence that was rare for their kind.

That's what he remembers (and misses) most about you. As much as the both of you loved one another, you couldn't stay in one place for too long. Jasper understood though both of you wish to see one another more often. As powerful as you were, it was something that neither of you could risk. Other vampires could sniff you out within moments. Not to mention you hadn't always necessarily been a nice vampire. One out of ten vampires was said to have a beef with you. It wasn't your safety that had you constantly roaming the world, it was the safety of the human world around you. Any city you were in could be preyed upon immediately by stray vamps who followed your scent.

Distance would never dampen the love you have for each other.

"I understand if you don't want to come-" Jasper has his phone pressed up against his ear and shoulder as he's shoving papers and folders into his backpack and other items he may need on his journey to South America. There were a few covens there that hey hoped to enlist as help.

"Oh hush Jasper. Of course I'll be there. Both Bella and Renesmee are family. I'll make up for lost time." His stomach warms when he can hear the smile on your lips through the phone speaker "And I think once Caius sees me, he'll convince the others to back down."

That's what the Cullens were banking on with asking you to come and defend your adoptive niece. After all, you were the progenitor of many of the vampires in existence today. Some way or another, they all were sired from your venom. Including Caius. He's been the most doting of your acolytes even if it did tend to cause a rift with the other two leaders of the Volturi. Marcus in particular since you'd defeated him several times throughout the centuries.

Off to the side of the room, Alice rolls her eyes. "See, I told you she'd be down!" She grabs Jasper's phone, monopolizing the call now. "He was worried that he'd be imposing too much on you. I told him that of course you'd help!"

Your laugh on the other end rings loud in his ears as he watches Alice cradle the phone to the side of her face. "You know how he is. My gentleman cowboy." Alice really did enjoy when the both of you ganged up on Jasper to embarrass him. It was delicious to watch him get flustered for once.

Having enough, Jasper snatches back his phone. "Alice and I are heading out soon. I don't know how long we'll be. . ."

"Don't worry. I have my house key. Relax, Jaz. Everything will be okay." If only the one power you did possess was Jasper's ability to control other's emotions, you would use it to calm him. "You two be careful and look out for one another. I'll be there."

God did he want to kiss you. To take you in his arms and let you reassure him in that way only you could. "Yes, ma'am. I love you."

"I love you too." Your voice lowers to a warm whisper.

When the call ends, Jasper stares at his black home screen. He takes a deep breath and shoves it inside his back pocket. Missing you wasn't going to aid him in any way at the moment.

In the background he vaguely makes out Alice's excited chatter, excitement raised her octave.

"I can't wait for Bella and Renesmee to meet her!"

"They're going to adore her."

"Don't you think Jasper?"

"Jasper?"

She actually had to reach out to him and give a small nudge with her index and middle finger. His head whips to her, finally catching his attention.

"Sorry." He mutters having heard none of Alice's rambling.

"You heard her. Why are you so worried? You know that she won't let anything bad happen. The Volturi would be stupid to initiate a fight with her here." She sets aside her own bag she'd been working on and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "We have to pull out our big gun."

"I hate of thinking of her like that. She's been everyone's big gun for centuries." Jasper just sighs and sits down on the edge of the couch, fingers digging into the upholstery. Esme won't be happy when she finds small nail marks in it.

Alice eyes him for a moment before pointing out "You know she'd do a lot more for you if you let her. To her, this is small peanuts." A new thought abruplty comes to her mind as she changes the subject. "You remembered to get those documents for Bella, right?"

In reply, his eyes dart to the manila envelope that lay on his desk. Alice's gaze follows to where Jasper's eyes had fallen. The envelope he'd obtained from J. Jenks. It was to be used under the worst case scenario.

"I hope Bella doesn't have to use it." He admits, hauling his backpack over his shoulders.

Try as she might, Alice couldn't force a vision that involved the outcome of the Volturi's visit. Couldn't even see Jasper's mate. But Alice trusted you, more than any other member of the Cullen coven. She knew you'd pull through, even without the use of her powers, she knew you would not let your family be threatened, even if you had yet to meet the two newest members.

You were forced to miss the wedding of Edward and Bella due to. . . circumstances. Regardless, you had sent them a present accompanied by a letter of congratulations. What better way to meet your sister-in-law and niece than by intervening on their behalf and chasing off the Volturi?

When you'd hung up from talking to Jasper and Alice, you tap the phone against your chin in thought. The room you'd been renting out was lit only by moonlight from outside. This way of living did get awfully lonely. You spoke to your family as often as you could. Visiting every five years at the very least. Thus was the solitary life of an ancient. You'd forgotten much of your early life, couldn't remember if you'd ever been human. There's a slim chance at that. The furthest back you could remember was a world of darkness and other screeching creatures. A small recollection that you'd once had inhuman body. But it felt like a dream, maybe another life completely.

In your long, long life, never did you have anything resembling a family. You were always alone with blood filled thoughts and the feeling you got when you shattered pathetic armies of men.

You changed accordingly as the world evolved as well. The forming of countries. The fall of them. From huts to skyscrapers. You found it almost appallingly easy to get victims if you were already assimilated into their society. They would have no clue of the real monster you were. Not until it was too late.

Then on a whim and also after hearing the bloodshed going on in the states, you met Maria and Jasper. She was pleading her case for revenge against the Volturi and had felt your presence in the vicinity. You'd heard that your scent was unmistakeable.

When you asked Jasper what your scent smelled like, he'd tried his best. "It's the essence of power, my love. There's a deep, heady richness to it. As if it has been steeped in the secrets of the universe. A haunting presence that clings to one's senses."

What would that even smell like? You'd wondered. When you sniffed your arm, all you smelled was the faint kiss of juniper berries.

Maria proposed the take down of the Volturi and how easily it could be done with you. She hadn't anticipated your hesitation. While you didn't agree with the massive coven, you would never go out of your way to meddle with their business. After all, Caius was your fledgling. The very first. Of course you'd be sentimental over him. Sharing your venom was not something to take lightly, at least that's what you thought.

And you doubted Maria's ability of warfare compared to the trio that ruled the Volturi. Her army of newborns was impressive without a doubt, but she was still young herself. You, Marcus, Caius and Aro were overwhelmingly more experienced.

Jasper was just an infant compared to the millenia you've lived or even the hundreds of years Maria may have been alive during. Yet he makes you feel. . . entirely new. Makes you feel something you'd never felt even toward another vampire.

Having never experienced it before, even you knew what it was you were feeling: love. Love at first sight. Quite pathetic but, alas, you have no control over your own emotions. Annoying, but you let yourself fall into it. Titillated by everything you felt when around Jasper Whitlock. Never had you felt so alive. Each kiss, each caress sent flames across your skin. You never knew how dead you'd really been. While you had the face and body of youth, you don't recall a moment where you felt like how you looked now.

You met him during a time where even Jasper was feeling depressed about his immortal life. He was tired of living the way Maria did. Nothing satisfied him. Until he saw you. It was like his heart started beating (but of course that was impossible). Even if she wanted to, Maria didn't fight against it when Jasper told her he was leaving her coven to be with you.

He's been the only one to see the magic you could do without it being stemmed from violence. Real, arcane magic. You'd briefly mentioned the wars you'd been able to win. The amount of people you'd slain. That didn't deter him. That didn't define you.

This is the one battle you would win for love.

Everyone was gathered in the near blinding snow capped surroundings. All except for you. Wolves and the Cullens on one side, black clad Volturi on the other. No one dares to make the first move. All looked to the coven leader, Carlisle, to do the greetings.

He looks to his adopted granddaughter, his family that he built and would do anything to protect. Renesmee beams up at him with apprehensive, big eyes.

Carlisle moves forward, his feet leaving prints in the snow. Aro's skin would have made him blend easily in the blurring snow were it not for his red eyes and black attire. His immortal, handsome face smiles when Aro greets Carlisle.

"Aro, Iet us discuss things as we used to. In a civilized manner." Proposes Carlisle. Hopefully he can take up enough time until you show up.

A dark brow raises on Aro's face. "Fair words, Carlisle. But a little out of place, given the battalion you've assembled against us." His eyes move from Carlisle and scan to behind him where several vampire covens and a pack of wolves wait for the signal to take action.

"I can promise you, that was never my intent. No laws have been broken." True, though the wolves may be a sticky subject to broach. Aro appeared more concerned about the little girl whose eyes bore into the Volturi leader.

Caius' lips curls in disdain. "We see the child. Do not treat us as fools."

"She is not an immortal." Carlisle counters, his arm opening wide to gesture to the Cullens' own army. "These witnesses can attest to that. Or you can look. See the flush of human blood in her cheeks."

While it hadn't been a particularly sunny day, everyone on the frozen field found themselves abruptly bathed in darkness. Above, the clouds had darkened and congregated thickly together. Still, they were able to make out a black shadow among the clouds. Many are left guessing but only Caius and Jasper knew what (or who) it was. Caius' eyes sparkle in veneration as he intently watches his creator break past the clouds with large bat-like wings. You must appear as some twisted angel the way you slowly descend to the ground, landing next to Carlisle.

His smile is bright and screaming relief. "Sorry I'm late." You apologize first to Carlisle.

Jasper catches the flick of your eyes toward him and finally he feels his face release from tension. He takes one step before Alice stops him. While everyone is happy to see you, this was a dangerous environment right now. If Jasper were to suddenly move and go to you, the Volturi might mistake it as an aggressive attack. Best to stay still and watch you take care of everything.

Renesmee grips her mother's leg. Her touch sends her thoughts straight to Bella. "Is she my aunt?"

Bella gapes in shock as your wings appear to shrink until they recoil and disappear completely. Edward had told her you were. . . quite old. Older than any other vampire out there. and that you possessed powers beyond her comprehension.

Stiffly she nods her head at Renesmee.

"Better late than never. It's good to see you." Carlisle pats you on the shoulder.

Before you'd landed, you'd already registered both sides of the battle. You counted how many each had, reveling in the marvel of the massive wolves that stood alongside the covens on the Cullens' side. And you'd seen the girl that was your niece. A unique thing she was. Even from high up in the sky you could see her veins filled with blood coursing inside of her. She was more human than vampire.

The breathy whisper of your name has you turning around to finally look at the Volturi's side. Despite Aro being leader, it was Caius who had called out to you. He always did have a beautifully bright smile whenever he gazed at you. Utterly devoted to his mistress.

You hadn't seen him for near three hundred years. His duties to the Volturi clashed with your values. There was no ill will between either of you though. "Caius. How unfortunate we have to see one another under these circumstances."

"So you know what's going on." Aro tensely holds a grin when he speaks to you. Like you were a ticking time bomb that had to be dealt with carefully. Behind him you didn't miss Marcus who shoots you a glare. He's tasted defeat by you before. It rose up once more in his mouth, bitter.

You casually nod. "I do. The very instant I saw the child, even I knew her to be of mix blood. Can you not smell the blood circulating in her?" Throwing them a condescending smile you continue "But if you truly need proof that she is not an immortal, then read her thoughts."

That had been the Cullen's plans all along. To have Renesmee explain for herself through her thoughts and memories.

Bella didn't like the idea of Renesmee going up to the Volturi by herself. Even worse was the thought that Aro had to actually touch her in order to read her mind. You could smell her apprehension and turn your back on the Volturi to go over to the Cullen's end. You take note of the Romanian vampires shying away from you. You give the members of your family quick embraces before you're brought to where Bella has a protective hand on Renesmee's shoulder. On the girl's other side was a massive rust furred wolf that snarls at you.

You carefully go down to your knees so you could properly address her. "Hi Renesmee. It's nice to finally meet you." Your voice is soft, expression gentle that didn't bely the deadly predator that you could be. Introducing yourself, Renesmee smiles at you; reaching her hand out so that she can introduce herself in her own way. You let her small hand fall upon your cheek and you're pulled into her thoughts.

Happiness.

Curiosity.

Nervousness.

She was aware all of this was her fault. That if the Volturi didn't believe her, so many people she cared about would be killed.

Covering her hand with your larger one, you give her your promise. She smiles knowing it to be true. You drop her hand and stand back up to look at Bella. "Would it be alright if I walk her over?"

Of course you knew that even though you were a Cullen, you were still a stranger. Ridiculous that she was expected to trust you with her child.

But Renesmee touches Bella's hand now. Renesmee trusts you. Bella chews on her bottom lips before relenting. She turns to the wolf. "You should probably stay here, Jake."

Fearlessly, Renesmee walks hand in hand with you to the other end. "Your wings are pretty." The child's thoughts ring in your head.

You tenderly smile at her. "Thank you. Once this is done, I'll take you flying if you want."

Murmurs ripple through the members and witnesses of the Volturi once you present Renesmee to Aro, your protective hand still holding onto Renesmee's. "Well Aro, you want a firsthand recount to her creation. Here she is. Renesmee, why don't you show Aro what you showed me."

Impressed by her fearlessness when Renesmee offers him a smile. Her voice is small but doesn't squeak. "Hello, Aro." Aro offers her his hand but instead Renesmee motions for him to crouch down so she could touch his cheek. The moment her fingers lay against the white flesh, you notice Aro's eyes grow distant.

Then he starts to delightfully. "Magnifico! Half mortal, half immortal. Conceived and carried by this newborn while she was still human." You'd never seen such a sparkle in his red eyes as he now takes in Renesmee for who she truly is. Not a monster that they had feared but just a special little girl.

Behind him though, there were unsatisfied grimaces and wary, darting eyes. This has you inching closer to your niece.

"It's unheard of!" Caius shrieks.

"There are many strange things in this world, Caius. You should know that by now." You patiently tell him. He relaxes at your words, happy enough that his mistress doesn't seem too bothered by this advancement. "Creatures of the deep. Those that lurk in shadows much like us." You momentarily inhale the air, smelling the wolves. "And those who are not what they seem."

While Caius is all too ready to accept the defeat and have the army stand down, Marcus snaps his fingers with the only instruction of "Bring the informer forward."

Ah yes, Irina. You'd met her once, maybe twice. Her expression is dour. If it were possible, she looked even more pale. She didn't have the golden eyes like those on a vegetarian diet. They were pitch black showing that she'd refrained from eating. Irina doesn't meet your gaze, she keeps her eyes gawking at Renesmee before she trains them down to her feet.

Confused by the tension she was feeling from Irina's guilty features, Renesmee sidles up to you; her hands gripping at your warm yarn coat that was just for looks.

"Is that the child you saw?" Marcus inquires.

Her nerves are impossible to conceal in her voice. "I'm not sure. . ."

"That's enough, Marcus. Renesmee's parentage has been cleared." You snap partially to save Irina any further embarrassment. Aro shoots you a look that tells you he didn't appreciate you undermining his authority. "None of your precious laws have been broken here."

Irina's fretful eyes do not lighten up. She knew the mistake she made. While you were more lenient nowadays, the Volturi would not appreciate being made a fool of like this. You could hear the small feet of Jane move as she anticipates the command from her leaders to get rid of Irina. You're fast to correct her with a hiss and baring your teeth. They weren't razor straight like the vampires of today. Your cuspids and lateral incisors were elongated and extremely sharp. Jane's eyes widen in alarm and she teeters on her next step before returning to her brother's side with a scornful glare. As much as she wished, her powers had no affect on you. Maybe in another thousand years Jane would be strong enough to subjugate you with her power. But until then she was but a baby.

Boldly you move toward Irina. While the other Volturi members twitch to move against you, one glare from you was enough to freeze them. Fury simmering in his gaze as he doesn't take his eyes off of you. Gently you take her by the arm. She shoots the Volturi scared looks but ultimately is pulled by you to Carlisle. Before removing your hand from her though, you force her to look you in the eyes.

"You will repent for what you have done. Beg forgiveness from the Cullens." Your whisper is a low one, but harshly hissed as you say it to her. "And remember this, Irina, if you pull a stunt like this again or anything that would betray the Cullens there is no place on this planet for you to hide. I'll give you the most excruciating death that I haven't dealt to anyone in a millennia."

Her throat bobs nervously, unable to rip her gaze from you out of fear. She stiffly nods, understanding that you'd have your eye on her for the rest of her immortal life. Carlisle gets her behind him.

Seeing that she was secured, you move on to your next point of business. "Irina has made a mistake, that is true, but no harm has been done. Whatever damage she's done was more so toward our family's trust in her. That is something we, as a family, will deal with." You nudge Renesmee towards Carlisle and motion with your head for the two of them to return to the Cullen's side of the field. Renesmee tugs a bit in resistance, not wanting to leave you. You pat her on the head as she passes to go with Carlisle. You don't take your eyes off of Aro.

Aro hates how he finds himself flinching a little bit when you consciously oppress him with your superior aura. All of the black clothed figures behind him shiver as well. "We don't know what she will become. The child is sweet and innocent right now. But she is the first known hybrid in creation. We don't know what will happen unless Alice has seen it."

Alice steps up. "It's hard to see the future of Renesmee. Even I cannot see." She'd tried many times to the point of giving herself a raging headache. The girl's fate was too intertwined with the wolves.

Her failure encourages Aro in his argument, you could see his mouth forming a smile that didn't meet his eery, scarlet eyes.

"Then I shall watch over her." The falling of Aro's face is priceless. "Who better to take care of an unknown variable than her very own aunt?" This was to be a discussion with her parents after the Volturi left. But you honestly thought that Renesmee traveling with you was the best option right now. At least until you're certain that she really would do no harm to humans. And she was the first interesting thing to happen to you since you met Jasper.

"You would make her a sanguinovite?" Caius breathes out, eyes jerking from you to Renesmee. Caius and Renesmee would be considered bonded via you as Caius was your apprentice by blood.

"I do."

Caius' shoulders slump. He was forbidden from causing harm against Renesmee.

But that didn't stop Aro or Marcus.

"Let us confer. We will use the facts that we have gathered." Wanting to keep some semblance of authority, Aro doesn't wait to hear your reply as he turns his back to you. At least Caius had enough piety to give you a quick bow before following the other two. Their wives linger behind them with guards encircling around them. Athenodora, Caius' wife, offers you a fleeting smile before whipping her head back at the tug of Sulpicia.

Sighing at the petulant child that Aro was, you walk back to your family who was anxiously waiting. The Denali coven are more concerned with making sure Irina was okay as they fret around her. You catch Tanya scolding her sister with a watery, relieved voice.

Jasper comes up to you and immediately you let go of your big bad vampire facade and melt into his embrace. You cling to him, fingers bunching up the back of his shirt. You allow the soothing of his power to wash over you. "I'm sorry I was late."

He chuckles against the crown of your head, pressing his lips against your temple. "It doesn't matter. You're here." His arms tighten around you.

"I missed you dearly." You whisper against his chest.

"And I you." His nose nuzzles against my face, coaxing a kiss from me.

He'd barely pressed his lips against mine before Edward is clearing his throat. Reminding you and Jasper to keep it cool as there was a child staring at you with large eyes.

Seeing that she has your attention, Renesmee immediately asks "Do you think it worked? Will they go now?"

"They'd be foolish not to." You smile at her.

"Hey, about what you said-" Edward starts but you were already ready to be confronted about the claim you made over Renesmee.

"I know. I should have talked it over with you first and gotten your permission. I'm sorry about that. But it was the only thing I could think to say to prevent violence." You explain.

Bella hooks her arm through Edward's and leans in to him, listening. She was still wary around you. Your scent probably didn't help either. It tend to aggravate other vampires.

Edward sighs, patting Bella's hand softly. "Thank you, by the way. For everything you're doing. I. . . We'll talk about Renesmee being your sanguinovite later. Would you really?"

"Of course I would. I know I haven't been around, but that doesn't mean I love my family any less. You and the rest of the Cullens have been my first and only family. When I married Jasper, I vowed to protect him. Then when we joined you and Carlisle, I promised to defend all that were in our coven for we are all family now." Family. . . Family had never meant anything to you before them. Really, they could tell you to annihilate any coven that threatened them and you would do so without hesitation. They didn't know the extent you would go to assure their security.

He swallows back the emotions that were surfacing across his pale features. "We are all family." Edward whispers, a choke in his tone.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I REFUSE TO BE PART OF THIS!!"

Caius' voice was ear piercing across the frozen expanse of the land. It draws everyone's attention to the opposing side.

That didn't bode well.

Edward hisses something that you don't catch. You're already stomping over to the halfway mark that both had used before.

Don't be fucking stupid Aro. Don't do it. Your mind screams out. If only Aro had the telepathy that Edward did. Don't make me hurt all of you.

A few yards away, Caius and Athenodora are running to you but he's being hounded by fast, Volturi guards.

"CAIUS!!!" Voice booming and ice underneath you shattering completely, you feel your wings shoot from your back and take to the air.

Your ears ring by the velocity you shoot across to get to your first vampire creation. Veins running searingly hot, your eyes glow with an intensity that matches the strength of your magic. It shook the trees that surrounded the glade, shaking the ice until there were splintering cracks surfacing and splitting the ice as you summoned your magic that had defeated many armies before.

The ice around Caius sharply pierces upward, piercing the Volturi guards that were trying to capture him and Athenodora. Dozens of jagged icicles arise from the ground to form a barrier against them.

Through the opening above the barricade, you swoop down and grab Caius and Athenodora. When bolting back into the sky above you could see that your actions had surprised both sides. No one moved an inch for a moment. Not until Aro starts shouting, condemning you as a apostate. That's when the spell cast on both sides was broken and all hell broke loose.

Not wanting to stop, you drop both of them off as close to the Cullen's side as possible. Caius knew he'd have to get out of there the moment his feet hit the ground. It wasn't safe for them here. Not anymore.

Performing a swift u-turn, you're faster than the Cullen horde advancing on the Volturi.

A twitch of your fingers was all you needed to summon half of your power. You call forth the creatures feared by wraiths. The shadows twisted and turned, forming monstrous specters that rose from the ground. Both sides come to a crashing halt at the creatures that were clawing their way from the earth. They glomp on to the nearest Volturi member, their touch much like Jane's power to cause immediate pain. Howls and shrieks erupt from the Volturis, enough to keep the Cullen side at bay. They watch with horrified awe.

Your magic has always been an ancient and violent one. Primal and raw.

A long dead language flows past your lips. The syllables were not ones humans could pronounce. Wraiths grab not just Aro, but the others who possessed special powers that have aided the Volturi in their quest for domination. They're brought forth to you. None are able to use their unique abilities. Not under your suffocating aura that rendered them immobile.

I should have done this a long time ago. You think to yourself. But you're Caius was involved with them. That was really why you kept your opinions about the Volturi to yourself. But now they were an immediate threat to those you care about.

All of them are lined up in front of you, the others being held back by their own wraith captors.

You stare them down ruthlessly, you could feel your form shifting a little to resemble even a sliver of your original form. The rest of your teeth sharpen and form into fine points. Talons larger than any predatory bird out there replace your small, human fingers.

"I was hoping you'd be wiser than this, children." Your voice isn't your's. It belongs to a dark god from a time before humanity was as civilized as it was.

You can taste Aro and Marcus' fear. Tangy but enjoyable to your palate. A taste you miss. You extend your clawed hand toward the Volturi leaders, curved claws glowing with a faint, otherworldly light. One by one, you focus your attention on those that were pushed down to their knees. Each one had used their power to benefit the Volturi. To cast terror among those who refused to bend to their will.

Jane is snarling at you, trying her best to use her pain waves against you but she was as powerless as her brother beside her. Demetri, Renata, even Chelsea were all present.

You rip their powers from them, strip their core of what made them special. Their bodies jerk from your magic penetrating them. Many struggle to no avail. Like pulling an anchor from the depths of the sea, you give a good tug with your claws. Spheres of light that were the embodiment of their abilities. Weakly, Aro attempts to reach for his as it floats from his chest toward you.

Collecting them all, you fuse them together with more ancient words until their combined abilities were formed into an ornate necklace.

You stare at them, useless husks of what they once were. "Do you still wish to continue with your attack?"

They're panting from the pain of a part of themselves being ripped out of them. The other members who were standing in as mere witnesses are already scurrying, getting out of their before your mercy ran out.

"You-" Aro hisses out, clutching at his abdomen.

Teasingly you dangle the necklace in front of all of them. "I suggest all of you go back to your lair. There is no way any of you are getting your powers back any time soon. Trust me, this is me showing kindness that none of you deserve. Let this be a firm reminder to you, that all members of my family are off limits. Know your place."

Aro and Marcus seethe but know the threat behind your words. They were lucky to be leaving with their lives intact.

"Be gone." You growl. "I don't want to have to deal with you again. And if Caius does decide to return to your guild for whatever reason, you are to treat him with nothing but polite civility."

If his looks could actually kill, you were sure Aro would have smite you down in that instant. Alas, he's as weak as any normal vampire now.

"For me?" Renesmee smiles, bewitched by the necklace you offer her.

Everyone was back at the Cullen residence. Some of the other covens, seeing that the conflict was over, went back to their individual countries. The Denali coven were all congregated upstairs while the Cullens were in the living room.

"Who better to have their powers than you?" You place it in her small palms. "You can be the one to decide whether the Volturi are worthy enough to have their powers back."

"That's amazing." Bella breathes, admiring the necklace gifted to her daughter. "All their powers are in there?"

You nod. "Yup. It's a spell I picked up from the Mycenaeans. A little after I'd turned Caius. A fate worse than death for many vampires. As long as you have this, I don't think they'll be causing you any problems. Protect it and keep it safe, Renesmee."

She looks up at you, a worshipper gazing up at their god. "I will."

Standing up, you turn to your mate. "Shall we retire?"

Jasper had been patiently waiting all day to have some alone time with you. Now that the chaos was subsiding, it was the perfect opportunity.

He eagerly takes your hand, making Alice giggle, and the both of you bolt up the stairs to where Jasper's room was. Well, it was your shared room honestly. There were many of your possessions there. Paintings, little bobbles/souvenirs, an authentic Persian rug that you won from a sultan. A lot of your clothes were still hung or folded neatly in the wardrobe.

His pupils are blown out when he looks at you, a black dime cradled in a blanket of gold. "You never cease to amaze me." Hands on either side of your face, he kisses you deeply to further show his devotion. Between kisses, he gasps out praise for your strength, for the power that flowed in you.

You squeal out a giggle, something your enemies would gawk at. You always felt so young when Jasper gathered you up in his arms to transfer you to the bed.

Jasper hovers over you, his blonde hair dangling on either side of his face.

You grin. "Come here, cowboy."

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So I saw a cool ship edit with Cater and Che’nya, and that has given me the confidence to talk about my favorite crackship/Rare pair!

(This is pretty long, sorry!)

Che’nya and Idia!

It originally started out as a joke like “Over Powered Cat Boy x Cat Loving Gamer Boy”, but then I realized how actually good they could be for eachother.

Although they never technically talk in canon, they do meet in Glorious Masquerade for like 6 seconds, but I shipped them prior lol.

Basically, Che’nya would be extremely good for Idia in many ways, I hope its not a bother, but I’ll just list my personal ideas!

(Keep in mind that in Alice in Wonderland, Its stated in “Through the Looking Glass” the Cheshire Cat is the second most powerful being, next to the personification of Time, So I envision Che’nya is pretty op, and theres some evidence to prove that but i’m not going to get in to that right now)

Starting off from Idias side:

One: Lets say Idia refuses to eat or care for himself, Che’nya could teleport away his consoles until he does, or teleport the food to him.

Like : “You won’t shower? Gee I wonder where your routers went.” “Won’t sleep? I opened a portal on your gaming chair that teleports you to your bed” “Won’t drink water? Damn, that figurine near the edge of the table looking real pushable right now.”

We also know that Idia has a huge soft spot for cats. Che’nya is most definitely the most cat like person in the cast. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a cat form. So thats definitely some sway there.

Also, if he does or even if he doesn’t have a cat form, he has a big and floofy tail, and if he does have a cat form, I imagine it to be Mainecoon like (since Che’nya is pretty tall and lanky) so free floof to pet/brush when Idias stressed (also A Whisker Away AU?)

Another thing is Che’nyas invisibility: He can be a comfort for Idia without being seen, so Idias less judged for his anxiousness. Like if Idias in a stressful meeting or something in STYX, He can be there to comfort or calm him without anyones notice. Also, If Idias in a stressful social situation, Che’nya can teleport him or them both away, or make them or just him invisible.

Plus, judging from the most definitely self made artwork on Che’nyas pants, I think its safe to say he’s probably an artist of some sort, and I think he’d be more than willing to indulge/read/play/watch Idias recommendations, and maybe draw something for him. (The requirements are either cuddles or Solving Che’nyas riddles three)

Finally, judging by the fact Che’nya casually waltzes through NRCs magic barrier, which took SEVERAL HIGH TECH STYX STRIKES TO CRACK, often enough for Riddle to be able to say “The Intruder” and everyone just knows its Che’nya.

Also, RSA is THE ENTIRE ISLAND AWAY AND ON A GIANT FUCKING MOUNTAIN, so this means Che’nya is very casually teleporting across the equivalent of atleast a small country without producing jack shit in terms of blot, while (from what we can see on his design) not wearing a mage stone.

He’s also been detaching his own body parts, flying, going invisible, etc since age 5, and from Rollos story we know that amount of magic use would indefinitely kill 80% of people, especially a kid, so knowing that, I’m pretty sure its somewhat safe to say if Che’nya got into S.T.Y.X atleast once so he knows where it is, he’d be able to teleport back in and out (the security team fucking hates him and the blot research team wants to experiment on him.)

With that, Idia wouldn’t feel as if he’s trapping Che’nya down there if they were to tie the knot, and gives the possibility of being able to teleport out to shore for in town dates.

On Che’nyas side, Idia is someone who’s very fun once he sort of lets himself go, and god forbid if those two team up on April Fools.

He’s also someone that is already pretty lonely by nature and I find it extremely plausible Che’nya feels slightly replaced by Cater, and although he definitely still cherishes Riddle and Trey, its nice to have someone that you don’t fear might find a replacement.

Also, at RSA, we know he’s good friends with Neige, but because of Neiges fame, that must be hella stressful when you’re trying to hang out and get jumped by fans or paparazzi.

Not to mention Neige is likely very very busy due to the same factor. I’d also wager most people at RSA are not as much fun to him, considering it’s mentioned they always seem to be perfect and pristine at events.

That cycle of semi- perfect paradise like school days would probably bore him, along with the very bland or stereotypical reactions I can imagine his pranks getting.

So we have on one side the stress of being friends with someone in the limelight at all times, and the stress being chased around when you go to visit your childhood friends + being lowkey replaced.

So someone you can pretty much always count on to be available and a dorm that won’t chase you out (probably too anti-social and/or Socially anxious to do so) and is somewhat willing to indulge in your chaos from time to time, or just play games with.

I could also see Che’nya and Ortho getting along very well too, with Ortho being the most aggressive wingman for Idia. Also, if Che’nya gets Ortho in on pranking Idia, it’s going to turn into a prank WAR.

Also, fun idea, Lilia, Cater and Trey being Che’nyas Wingmen.

I like to imagine Che’nya and Lilia are extremely good friends (They call themselves the Pink Bats and Purple Cats Jumpscarers) and since from what we know, Che’nya only has his grandfather, Lilia emotionally adopted him after Che’nya unintentionally fell asleep in his Cat form in the woods and Lilia told Silver to bring him back because “he was concerned about the high magic levels he sensed” and basically did the equivalent of

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Silver: “Father, It might not be a stray-“

Lilia, fully aware its a fae beastman : “Finders Keepers :) “

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Basically this snowballs into Che’nya getting invited into the dungeon runs with Idia, and yea.

Trey’s wingmanning is 40% trying to make sure Riddle doesn’t catch Che’nya, 20% trying to make sure he doesn’t blow up the kitchen trying to make something for Idia, and 40% being the sane consultant of date ideas, making sure Cater doesn’t go overboard with ship posts, and the preventive measurer to the date ideas recommended by Lilia.

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“Please do not have a sword duel for a date.”

“Nya? I’d be fun!”

“I don’t see why not. I did that with my lovers back in the day. Melanor in her training uniform was quite a sight to behold, Ravaene also looked fine, I suppose. Poor him was always too easy for us to take out however-“

“Lilia, thats uh, not the point. I don’t trust either of them with weapons.”

“Hm? Silver got his first sword when he was 10 or so. Baul and I refereed Sebek and Silvers first real duel when they were…12, methinks? For all Bauls bragging about his grandson, it was my son who won in the end-“

*Camera pans to a very concerned Riddle in the doorway.*

“What kind of a discussion is going on here?!”

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Yea, thats pretty much it!

(If you recognize some of the beginning spiel from a comment section on tiktok yes I wrote that and I got mildly lazy and thought past me explained it pretty well so I copy and pasted a few pieces)

[hellbrainrot]

Buckle up this is a long post Im bored so I decided to make predictions on how I think Aemond s3 arc could play out based on Ewan’s interview’s  + Fire&Blood + the show. Ewan is very much a cinephile and as I was writing this analysis and reading his interviews I notice that a lot of the movies that he references have similar arcs to him . 

Since season 1 I feel like ewan gives certain hints about his arc and the direction they’re taking Aemond’s character . This is what he said back in December 2022 before he even got the season 2 scripts—  “That was one of the first things [showrunners] Ryan Condal and Miguel Sapochnik wanted to think about: the legend of The Cyclops in Greek mythology, and how he ultimately traded one of his eyes to Hades in order to see the day he would die,” Mitchell told The Face. “What does that do to a person, to possess that extreme degree of self-certainty? To know the day you’re going to go down, and feel bulletproof to a point. I’m not saying Aemond is a seer, but he’s scary perceptive.” Now after watching season 2 we know that  Aemond is aware  of his fate he knows how he’s going to die.  

From that same article he also says "that "A character like Aemond never really felt that unconditional love from his family". I remember a lot of people where confused because based on Season 1  it seemed like Alicent was the child who she most doted on but I feel like he was saying that more in reference to season 2 where now we see that Alicent's love is not unconditional and was only based on that fact that he was her “dutiful” son. 

Here is another quote from ewan that makes me think he knows more even though he hasn’t got the season 3 scripts  : “Before I embarked on season one, I did sit down with Ryan Condal and he gave me the story beats of Aemond’s complete journey, so to speak - maybe not the beats in-between, just to keep me on my toes, but certainly the key story beats.”

So here are some hints I think he has been giving out that might give us some insight on the direction where they’re taking his character in Season 3.

Now Aemond /Alys is a pairing that I think a lot of people are interested in seeing how it’s going to be portrayed. Here are some insights where I think the writers will go. 

Ewan references the “Heat (1995)” movie a lot and someone noticed that the main character arc in that movie mirrors Aemond where they both have a code where they can up and leave anyone in 30 seconds flat until they end up meeting someone who goes against that code .. here is the article that goes more in depth 

2. In Fire & Blood he unexpectedly returns to Harrenhal to save alys from being Sabitha Fray hostage

I do think they will include this scene in the show since they added in a scene of the Frey's explicitly telling Jace that they want harrenhal.

+ the infamous quote "It was Aemond alone who had become besotted with the Rivers woman, to such an extent that he could not bear the thought of leaving her"

3. I read a post on Twitter the said Alys’s will probably be a sort of weird mother-lover hybrid to Aemond and honestly … I can definitely see that 

I’m basing this on the brothel scene with the madam + ewan constantly bringing up surrogates —He felt despair, so he found a surrogate in Vhagar, so to speak an older lady, and kind of filled that void," he continued. "But is a dragon enough, or is there something else that could maybe help him? He needs help, he's a broken boy." https://www.businessinsider.com/house-of-the-dragon-aemond-nude-scene-ewan-mitchell-mommy-issues-2024-7?amp

+ him referring to alicent as his kyropnite  + the quote “In a way, he’s just a broken boy. He needs to be fixed. Someone’s going to help him” I wonder if this is a wink wink hint ? Either way I’m including it ..

I feel like all these insights is ewan hinting that alys will be his mommy domme ;)

Prediction : I think Aemond 100% is going to be down bad for alys and I do think she is going to end up having some sort of feelings as well. I think , like Daemon, Aemond will go through a somewhat similar experience at this time at Harrenhal .. I don’t think it will be 100% visions I’m with the theory that he is essentially going to work through his psyche with Alys I’m mainly basing this off of the brothel scenes though .. it seems like the show is trying to frame Aemond as someone who is CAPABLE of expressing his feelings he just needs a strict controlled environment to be able to do so .. and by this I mean a space where he can be nutured and cuddled like a baby? hopefully no redundant vision storyline 

Moving on …..

Ewan in another article mentioned that he saw a reporter with a “Rutger Hauer T shirt on from Blade Runner and might use it as inspiration going into season 3 https://www.polygon.com/24214846/house-dragon-ewan-mitchell-interview-season-2-finale (This is so specfic though I can't help but to think that he really didn't see anyone and was just giving a hint to the fans lol)

In Blade Runner there is a character named Roy Batty who’s known for his ruthlessness and is a cold driven leader with violent tendencies, sounds familiar ? Roy’s character theme is centered around humanity and morality —“Batty is prone to emotional outbursts due to his close-to-end lifespan. He is seen going through all phases of grief before reaching acceptance.” as Roy moves closer and closer to his inevitable end , he begins to experience a range of emotions from love and sorrow to anger and ultimately acceptance of his own morality .

In Roy’s this monologue he says "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." Here, Roy is reflecting on his violent actions, realizing that everything he has experienced will ultimately fade away and be forgotten.

Prediction: I believe Aemond's story is likely to reach the same tragic conclusion, mirroring the end described in both the book and the show, where Helaena says, 'You were swallowed along the God's Eye, never to be seen again.'. This could shape his end, Aemond’s conviction in committing the 'necessary evil' of burning his brother resulted in all of his relationships with his family being fracturered. His warped view of duty and acting on his own personal ambitions lead to this. In the end, he will probably realize that all of it was meaningless and that he won’t be remembered as a 'war hero in the history books, but rather a cursed kinslayer.

In both of these movies both characters Neil from Heat (1995) and Ray from Blade Runner continue to resist or try to fight their fate up until the very end — I feel like this is much in line with how Aemond will be framed in the show , we have Daemon who based on season 2 has somewhat accepted  his fate i think it makes sense that Aemond throughout season 3 will try to resist it until eventually he comes to terms with it … in a bittersweet kind of way 

Finally to wrap this up here’s what I am expecting (hoping to see) from aemonds character arc 

Him completely disregarding duty  

Him being more emotional and erratic 

Him coming to terms with his misdeeds

Him burning shit 

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : 1-13 on Archive of Our Own

Story Content : 18+, Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Dom/Sub, Sadism/Masochism, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 14: A square doesn't fit the circle

Chapter title is lyrics from "Avalanche"

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The morning came too soon.

I swear Liam’s obnoxious alarm went off right as deep sleep had claimed me. But I wasn’t the only disappointed one. Groans could be heard all around me, as well as someone yelling “Turn that fucking thing off,” from somewhere down the aisle.

A long series of awkward interactions followed as we all tried to get ready at the same time in the small, entirely too intimate space. Being the only woman on the tour – and now apparently the object of interest for everyone except the openly gay and taken man – I tried to slip away before either accidentally flashing anyone, or potentially seeing entirely too much of everyone else while getting dressed.

From there on everything was just as chaotic as I’d expected. Me and Liam scrambled to get caffeine and something edible into the band members before we got going again, and since we’d made good time yesterday we only had about an hour left before arriving at the arena.

It was such a short amount of time, but it might as well have been an eternity after everything that transpired yesterday. The bus was too cramped, too claustrophobic when I was stuck with a man I have feelings for – who I’d cried on last night, another man I apparently had a date with tonight, and two more men that appeared to be itching to get me alone in some capacity.

The fact that I was a sweats-wearing, freshly-woken mess, with no current access to a shower, didn’t seem to deter them either. I’d seen myself in the small mirror of the bus toilet, and I was not looking my best with this little sleep. Yet when I glanced in Oli’s direction all I could see was a beautiful, flawlessly dishevelled man, positively dripping of as much sex appeal as ever.

How does he do that?

I shook my head. It was a mystery how someone could be that effortlessly hot at any given moment, and there was no use trying to decipher it.

My glance only lasted a split second, but he must have caught me looking since his text followed immediately.

“Oli: You’re stunning like that. Be careful, you’re gonna drive everyone else mad too.”

“Alice: Please, I look like a rat died in my hair.”

“Oli: Your hair’s perfect, makes you look freshly fucked. But I was mostly referring to skipping the bra.”

Heat crept up my neck as I looked down. In the awkward morning rush, I appear to have completely forgotten to put one on, causing my nipples to be extremely obvious in the thin, flimsy fabric of my shirt. It didn’t help that my breasts continuously bounced with the movement of the bus.

I shot out of my seat to head upstairs and correct my very unfortunately timed wardrobe error, but Mat instantly spoke up, stopping me from leaving.

“Didn’t wanna bother you, but if you’re up can you get me some more of those crisps, love?”

“It’s never a bother.” I said trying to come across as nice as possible, despite it absolutely being a bother right now, knowing it’s literally my job description to do whatever these men ask of me.

I’ve never felt as watched in my life as I reached into the top cabinet to retrieve the snack he’d requested, but Liam had shoved the packets back into the cabinet too haphazardly this morning, causing a number of them to fall onto the floor as I attempted to just dislodge one of the crisp packs. Instantly both Mat and Oli rushed to my aid, collecting them off of the floor, with Lee having stood up as well, but sat back down once he noticed how swiftly the others had reached me.

This was ridiculous, and had me wonder if it would be easier if Oli filled everyone in about us already.

“Thank you guys.” I said sheepishly while they were stuffing the snacks back into the cabinet, having sandwiched me between them, trapping me entirely too close to them. The tension between the two men was tangible, and more guilt was added to the already large guilt collection in my chest.

“Anytime, love.” Oli said, with Mat having spoken over him in the same beat, “No problem at all.”

They were only struggling to get the cabinet sorted for a short moment, but time seemed to slow down as they continuously brushed up against me, making me want to squeeze between them to escape. But knowing my plan would require me to press my body against both men fully, I recoiled from the idea and stayed put.

Once they were done Oli casually sat back down in his seat, appearing unbothered by the event. But Mat lingered in front of me, holding his hand out, questioning eyes meeting mine.

My gaze darted between his eyes and open palm anxiously, confusion rushing over me.

“Can I have my crisps, love?”

“Oh, yes– yes, of course.”

As soon as the awkward moment was over I rushed upstairs to essentially cover myself up, cause while I was enjoying revealing more of my body in general recently, this was not the time. Thankfully the rest of the trip lacked all focus on me, instead the lads had spent most of the time in an unusually docile state, either napping or zoning out, most likely to rest up before arriving at the arena considering how hectic the day would be.

To my surprise, while everything was a flurry of moving parts and constant stress, I was done with my tasks quicker than usual as the agency had called in an abundance of helping hands for this concert, which made sense with the time frame of today’s preparations, leaving me ample time to enjoy the arena showers and get ready for the gig and the small gathering thereafter.

Deciding on an outfit was infinitely harder than other nights. I’d put aside an unusually daring number; it was a short, black silk dress that plunged deeply between my tits, which would force me to go braless for the second time today.

But I’d selected this dress for Oli’s eyes, before tonight had turned into a sort-of, kind-of date with Mat.

I slipped the dress on, and it was as vulgar as I remembered – especially considering how I wasn’t allowed to wear any underwear – so I decided to cover up with an oversized, weathered sweater. Instantly switching my look from bombshell, to a completely casual, everyday look. The woman looking back at me in the mirror caused sadness to wash over me. It felt like a complete betrayal against my personal progress to cover up in oversized clothes again, but I knew tonight called for drastic measures. Yet the sight of myself pulled me right back to how I felt before coming on this tour. Suddenly I felt so small, so dull.

I shook myself internally, not wanting this feeling to take a hold of me. So in order to retain some of my personality progress, I paired my look with a deep, velvety, purple lipstick, so dark it looked almost black, turning my look a tad bit more grunge than casual.

I stepped out of the dressing room just in time to catch a glimpse of the band members heading towards the stage area before disappearing around a corner. The opening bands were all done, and it was almost time for the headliner of the night.

I met up with Liam backstage. The poor man looked dreadful after all the driving and working the past couple of days.

“Alright I’m all done here Alice, I’m heading back to the bus so you’re alone for the show tonight I’m afraid. The crew have things under control and I’d love to get a solid 12 hours of sleep, I’m fucking knackered.”

“No problem at all, please get some well deserved rest.”

He pulled me in for a massive bear hug, and spoke quietly next to my ear so his voice wouldn’t travel, “Good luck with the lads tonight. I heard Mat talking about you with Lee earlier. He seems quite smitten.”

My heart sank. When he pulled away his expression was full of pity.

“Thanks. I need all the luck I can get.”

I positioned myself in a dark corner next to the stage as usual, trying to not be in anyone's way. For each of their live performances I witnessed during the tour, it was becoming harder and harder to not feel emotional from the lyrics, with some lines starting to take on new meanings the closer I got to the main lyricist of the band. Obviously so much of it carried a lot of personal weight to him, causing my heart to ache as he so passionately performed on stage. He sang about trust issues, about loneliness, about hopelessness, and love. And halfway through the song ‘Doomed’ I had to hold back my tears, relating entirely too much to the song’s depiction of being an utterly broken, unsalvageable mess.

Once the show was over I decided to pitch in helping the crew with packing up the equipment and general cleanup. I knew the bands were already hanging out in one of the larger dressing rooms backstage, but I simply wasn’t ready to face them yet. Sadly, with the amount of help that was hired, it only took about an hour to prepare everything for the stage to be disassembled in the morning, leaving nothing left for me to do but join the others as the arena was suddenly eerily empty. Knowing that it would be too obvious that I was ignoring them if I didn’t stop procrastinating, I took a deep breath and stepped into the dressing room.

It wasn’t as crowded as I’d expected it to be, only about 20 people total in the windowless room filled with cheap seating, light up mirrors, and plenty of equipment trunks. It also smelled of cigarette smoke, and metal music was blaring out of some speakers in the corner.

As soon as I shut the door behind me I locked eyes with Mat across the room, causing him to instantly wave me over.

Crap.

Opposite him, sitting backwards on a fold up chair was an absolutely stunning woman, appearing so confident and sexy that I suddenly felt even smaller.

“Alice, love. Meet Courtney, she’s in Spiritbox.”

“Hi, oh, y-yes, of course, you w-were great out there.” I could feel my stutter worsening before I even opened my mouth – something I’d struggled with my whole life, and always triggered by new social situations.

Mat gestured for me to sit down next to him as I spoke; he had in fact saved a seat for me like he’d promised.

“Thank you so much, Alice. Are you Mat’s girlfriend then?”

Mat laughed a bit awkwardly, “Maybe if I play my cards right.” 

Both of them laughed, and I couldn’t help it, I felt myself starting to blush.

Courtney raked her eyes over me quickly, “So what do you do Alice?”

“I work f-for the touring team.”

I could see the judgement glaze over Courtney’s eyes as soon as I said it – as if I wasn’t important enough to continue talking to. I’ve seen that look on so many people the past month I knew exactly what it meant. It was mostly managers who wore the offending expression, but occasionally some opening band members did as well.

As the conversation continued – mostly between Courtney and Mat as I was feeling particularly shy tonight – I attempted to locate Oli in the crowd. I was about to conclude that  he wasn’t here when I spotted him in the mirror on the wall across from me; I hadn’t seen him because he was sitting directly behind me, just a couple of feet away, facing the opposite direction. A sense of comfort hit me at the sight of his long, brown, fluffy hair in the mirror, completely tousled from the concert. He was still in the night's stage clothes, which consisted of a bright red matching set, with trousers that were tight in all the right places, and a loose, crop cut jacket that showed off a lot of his ink work when he moved.

I took note of the fact that he hadn’t said a single word since I sat down, made obvious by the fact that I would have heard him clear as day from this distance.

After a beat Courtney excused herself, leaving just me and Mat sitting together.

“So, Alice. Tell me a little about yourself, what’s your passion in life?”

I hated this question, as I was currently completely void of passions besides being choked by one of his best friends.

“I don’t really have a lot going on at the m-moment I’m afraid.” Usually being alone with Mat got rid of my stutter due to his calming nature, but knowing Oli was listening in had me on edge. I also felt like a complete loser, not just from my pathetic answer to his question, but who was I kidding, I really didn’t fit into this world where everyone was oozing with confidence, dedication, and fame.

He gave me a thoughtful look, “That’s alright, it’s nice to not have a lot going on all the time.”

I appreciated his attempt at making me feel less awkward, but I was starting to become nauseous from how out of place I felt in this room.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” I said in a barely audible voice, looking down at my hands in my lap.

He spoke up before I had a chance to leave, “Hey– I’m sorry if I’ve pushed you too much, and I was only joking with the whole girlfriend thing... Although I have to say, you’re pretty fantastic, Alice. But I promise you, there’s no pressure here.”

I dared to meet his eyes again, they were swimming with sympathy.

He took a breath and smiled, “What if we start with something a bit easier? I was born in Maltby – small town outside Sheffield. How about you?”

Mat was sweet and caring, and deserved someone who could reciprocate all his efforts. Even though I knew that wasn’t me, we ended up making smalltalk for a while. I learned about his family, his pets, and where he liked to travel in the world and why. We talked about favourite tv shows, and movies, and before I knew it the conversation flowed effortlessly, and while there were no sparks flying, it was like catching up with an old friend.

That’s when I noticed Oli stand up and take long strides towards the exit.

“I’m so sorry, I just remembered, I need to make a quick phone call.” Was all I could think of to say before I essentially ran after him.

But Oli was fast, and when I left the dressing room he was already disappearing into the stage entrance at the very end of the corridor.

“Oli, wait!” I yelled after him, knowing the loud music from the dressing room would drown out my shout.

But he didn’t stop.

I ran down the corridor, through the black backstage curtains, swerving around packed up equipment and props until I got to the steps leading to the stage itself.

That’s when I saw him.

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Chapter notes: I'd just like to quickly apologise to all the fellow Spiritbox fans. I'm sure Courtney is lovely, I just needed someone to be a bit judgemental for the story.

[emilykaldwen]

what was the original wip or ideas for Maiden and the Drowning Boy

HELLO THERE! I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS!

I should probably have a canned answer for this I can copy/paste because I've been asked a couple times, but it always tickles me when asked anyway.

So Abby was an idea I came up with around episode one. I had read Fire and Blood but hadn't thought about ever making an OC for it until the show aired. So when it comes to OC creation, George leaves us with a lot of unnamed (and occasionally named) characters that are literally just blank slates. so Lyonel Strong bringing his two maiden daughters who became ladies in waiting to Rhaenyra was where I started. Because they have no names, they have a familial connection I love. So Abby was born, an interesting link between the teams. I didn't really have a story for her outside of exploring a proto-sansa stark who would later be murdered by Aemond Targaryen when he throws an epic tantrum at Harrenhal.

Then I decided to take her and give her a run in the tumblr RP space, see if this character had legs because it had been a decade since I'd written fic. That's where I ran into a friend of mine who was writing Aegon (this was when we were still in baby!Aegon land) and they suggested giving Aegon and Abby a whirl. Age her down, have her be friends with the Targtowers. And then it all just really sparked from there.

I was driving to my parents house, and mind you at this time I was very in my Helaemond phase, and I was like 'how could I write a story where Helaemond get married?' and that was marrying Aegon to Abby. And then it spiraled from there of how things would be different. Because Abby was very good for Aegon. She gave him encouragement and affection without diving into incest land (which, despite my Helaemond love, the Targ incest is really harmful and I wanted to try create a better world here). And anyone who knows me knows how big of a canon divergence junkie I am. And my brain just went haywire. I wanted to give Aegon a brighter path, the war might not even happen, what were the themes I wanted to explore by getting the pair of them out of the Red Keep, etc etc.

Originally, I was going to start the story from the beginning: It was Alicent's POV and we got introduced to them by baby Helaena and Abby biting Aegon. But I really struggled with little!Abby so I moved that to the side and jumped to how we see the story now: Alicent announcing the betrothal. I was really nervous about this because I'm introducing a world changing OC into the situation in media res, but so far, it seems readers were able to pick up immedietly. Honestly? The only big change I made to the story from the start to now was scrapping the Helaemond plot after struggling writing Chapter 3 and exploring Helaena's POV in 4 and realizing that Helaena didn't want it and it wasn't a path I wanted to take the characters on.

Hope that explained what you were interested in! and I'm always happy to answer more questions!!

[johanaf1]

House of dragon x reader (Idea)

Hello, I must say that I am a fanfic reader on Tumblr because there is a lot of activity. Anyway, I thought of this concept for a story but I know I won't develop it. However, I like it, so I want to share it for anyone who might want to use it. I didn't make it as a direct request to a specific writer because if someone is going to develop it, I would like it to be because they liked it and not because it was requested. So here is the plot. If you decide to develop it, please tag me—I would love to read it. (You can also take just parts you like to create short scenarios or whatever.)

My idea is about a female OC or reader in House of the Dragons (I will use Y/n for convenience). Y/n would be the cousin of Viserys and Daemon (2 years younger than Rhaenyra), the daughter of Princess Gael Targaryen (the youngest daughter of Jaehaerys I Targaryen). Her mother would take her own life shortly after giving birth to her but not before sending her with a septa to King's Landing. The kings spent time with her until they died. Viserys was crowned king when she was 4 years old and claimed her as his daughter since he didn’t think there was anyone suitable to send her to.

Y/n grew up to be a great dragon rider and fighter, loyal to her family. Her dragon would be the fastest known. To compare, a normal dragon would be like a thrown stone, and Y/n’s dragon would be like an arrow shot by the best archer. She would be known as the “Ice Dragon” due to her cold demeanor, being Gael’s daughter (“daughter of winter”), and her resistance to heat being below average, which was ironic to many (I would like to pair Cregan Stark with Y/n).

Rhaenyra, Alicent, and Y/n would have been equally good friends. When Alicent began to resent Rhaenyra, Y/n would side with her niece (although she was 2 years older, she couldn’t see Rhaenyra as her sister). Y/n would be a magnificent aunt, admired by the children of Viserys, Daemon, and Rhaenyra, especially Aemond, who would fall in love with her in his childhood for being strong, intelligent, elegant, and kind. She would defend him from teasing about not having a dragon, reprimanding the others but not too harshly, saying things like, “Please, Aegon, you wet your bed today. You have no right to laugh.” She would also encourage Aemond by telling him that she knew he could one day claim a powerful dragon, which would motivate Aemond to claim Vhagar after learning that he mocked Rhaenyra’s children and called them bastards (which she also was) and everything that happens when he loses his eye. Y/n takes Rhaenyra and her children’s side when Alicent tries to attack Lucerys, she takes him in her arms, willing to defend him from her, whom Y/n has since called “Alicent the Mad” and “the green madwoman.”

She was present at Rhaenyra and Daemon’s wedding. She decides to leave with Daemon and Rhaenyra. When Aemond finds out that Y/n decided to “leave,” he becomes angry and also starts to resent all “the Blacks.” Y/n was walking with Lucerys and Jacaerys when they see Aemond again. He is paralyzed when he sees her; she acts as if nothing happened, not harboring any particular resentment towards him. But with just a look, she can tell he has changed a lot… for the worse. He no longer looks like the lovely nephew who needed her affection; he seems like a madman ready to attack at any moment. Nevertheless, she doesn’t let herself be intimidated.

Aemond greets her, “Y/n… it’s good to see you again.” Y/n feels displeasure at his lack of manners, “Aren’t you going to greet Lucerys and Jacaerys? It’s not very polite of you… although it doesn’t surprise me; after all, your mother didn’t bother to receive us properly. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I suppose.”

When the audience takes place to discuss Lucerys’ right to succeed, Y/n doesn’t even blink when she sees Daemon cut a man’s head in two. Something Aemond notices is that Y/n looks at Daemon with pride. During dinner, Viserys asks Y/n to show an ancient Valyrian dance. She is embarrassed but can’t say no, so she lifts almost all the young people (except Aegon and Aemond), takes Daemon’s hand, and gets him to stand to teach them the dance. When they seem to understand, she lets Daemon dance with one of her daughters, forming complete pairs. Aemond would stare at her, thinking of asking her to dance, but Aegon, who was closer, would do it first. She would give him a quick, not very happy look (as he was looking at her very morbidly) and decline, “Actually, I’d like to talk with my father a bit if you don’t mind, brother Aegon.” (She didn’t like calling him her “brother” but it was what she gained by being claimed as Viserys’ daughter.)

In the conversation, Viserys would ask if she’s still not engaged, saying he sometimes doesn’t remember many things. Y/n would smile and say, “I’m still young.” He would respond, “It would have been ideal to get engaged when Rhaenyra did.” She would watch her nephews dance intently, “Maybe it’s not my destiny to marry or have children…. Although my mother was born when her mother was 44, I’m still 28, so… who knows.”

Aemond’s wordplay about his nephews being “strong” didn’t amuse her at all. Before leaving with Daemon, he would comment, “I thought you would grow up to be better than this, a cowardly wordplay is not worthy of a prince.” Lucerys’ death would devastate her. She would go from feeling displeasure towards the Hightowers to feeling true hatred towards them. She wouldn’t agree with Jaehaerys’ death but wouldn’t hate him either. Part of her would feel that “they” deserved that suffering and would feel like a monster for feeling that way, but she no longer saw those people as her family.

In the Battle of the Pool of Swords, Y/n would accompany Rhaenys. Seeing Vhagar, Y/n would tell her they need to leave, initiating a swift flight without noticing that Rhaenys was heading straight to confront the great dragon. Y/n would fly back, shouting for her to stop while being close enough to hear Aemond giving the order “Dracarys,” she would shout desperately but notice that Fire Sun was in the way. “Aegon was the usurper, the culprit of this,” without thinking much, she approached the scene shouting her own “Dracarys.” She couldn’t stay long enough to ensure Aegon’s death but knew something: if she hadn’t killed that boy, he wouldn’t experience living without pain again. She took flight towards the clouds to hide from Aemond… Oh Aemond, if she detested Aegon, what she felt for Aemond was indescribable. She took the bow and arrow tied to her dragon’s saddle, binding one of her feet. When Aemond came to look for her, she would be standing on her dragon pointing directly at Aemond’s head. He would feel the piercing gaze, look at her pointing with such seriousness, giving Vhagar the order to ascend. Y/n would release the arrow upon noticing, but it would end up in one of Vhagar’s eyes. She would let out an angry “tss” before sitting back on her dragon, ordering it to fly as fast as possible. Aemond would shout her name while trying to calm his dragon, but it clearly wouldn’t stop for him. When Vhagar managed to calm down, Aemond would continue searching for Y/n among the clouds but there would be no sign of her, making him feel frustrated and… sad. His brother might be dead, but he didn’t care. It bothered him that Y/n was there and saw him kill Rhaenys. Every time he tried to be worthy, gaining her favor became more difficult. The only good thing is that without Aegon, he would have to be the King.

The second season of the series is a bit weak, so I don’t have anything specific from the episodes, but according to the book, I imagine during the confrontation at the Eye of the Gods, Daemon would try to distract Aemond. He would start mocking Aemond’s relationship with Alys, as Aemond kept bringing up that Lucerys and Jacaerys were Strong bastards and that he himself ended up involved with a Strong bastard. Knowing Aemond’s weakness for Y/n, Daemon would say, “If Y/n were here, she’d say you’re pathetic.” Aemond would practically growl in response, making Daemon smile and say things like Y/n would be his next wife, that he was so worried about her since he hadn’t had children, that he would always keep her pregnant, “I’ll fuck her every day. As soon as I have one of my children, I’ll put the next one inside her. She’ll stop being known as the Ice Dragon and will start being known as the eternally pregnant Y/n Targaryen.” (It sounds crude and disgusting, but the intention was to anger Aemond.)

Aemond would be enraged; in the end, this would make him more impulsive and less calculative, leading to his death. Y/n arrives at the Eye of the Gods to see Caraxes agonizing on the shore. There were also many remains of Vhagar. She would call Daemon several times, but not seeing any signs of life, she would sit beside Caraxes, crying silently and petting him until he died. After this, she would take care of Aegon the Third (he wouldn’t have been taken as a hostage here). Once Aegon the Second was poisoned, she went to claim the throne for her nephew. She was reluctantly received, and since they were the last Targaryens, they were treated rudely. Y/n endured the mistreatment, thinking her priority was to take care of Aegon and that she couldn’t get rid of everyone with her dragon since she would need allies and wasn’t sure who they were. This continued until Cregan Stark arrived. It was the first time Y/n saw him, but it was the first time in a long while that she felt she could trust an adult. She suggested to little Aegon to appoint him as Hand of the King. Cregan arrested anyone he found untrustworthy or suspicious left and right. He was a tough man, and his words could be even harsher, but he was honorable and reliable. Having Cregan at the King’s Landing made Y/n feel safe in a way she hadn’t since Viserys’ first wife was still alive. She really admired Cregan, who didn’t even dare to sit on the Iron Throne.

Y/n would convince Cregan not to sentence the sea serpent. She understood why Cregan felt it deserved a sentence, but she saw him only as a poor cowardly man. Besides, Aegon saw him as family, and certainly, there wasn’t much family left for little Aegon (this would be very similar to what Champiñón says in the book):

“Why should I ignore his faults?” (faults of Corlys)

“The best for Aegon and the realm is that he has a good relationship with his stepsisters.”

“The best for the realm is that the traitors die.”

“He’s a cowardly snake, acted in a moment of uncertainty for the realm. When Aegon III is on the throne, he won’t dare to do the same to Aegon II. The prince needs to preserve what little family he has left. He’s just a child.”

“An the sea serpent dishonored his ascension to the throne.”

“If you kill him, Aegon’s stepsisters will rebel against him. He doesn’t need to go through that. Innocent people shouldn’t die anymore.”

“There are worse ways to die princess.”

At this point, Y/n would feel desperate, and frustrated with the man’s level of honorability towards her, so her last argument would be more of a desperate attempt, hoping Cregan could take pity on her nephew:

“Then do it for me, for being the queen’s sister to whom you swore loyalty, for being the one who saved and took care of the prince you serve, do this for me, and never, ever, will I ask you for anything else. Just show me that you can be as kind as you are fierce, and I will grant you anything you ask for and is within my power to give you.”

Cregan would remain silent for a moment, making Y/n’s hope grow.

“What if I ask for your purity?” Y/n would open her eyes in surprise, feeling a bit embarrassed (since she didn’t actually dislike his request). She would smile with amusement, “I can’t give you what I don’t possess, my lord. I lost it the first time I rode my dragon at 11 years old. As you know, it’s a fast dragon, and it's size. I think those were the reasons I lost what many men yearn to take from ladies.” She said with a slight smile, although she had shared a bed with some men, she wasn’t lying. Her hymen had broken accidentally the first time she rode her dragon. Cregan would find her statement funny, “Some would say you wasted what rightfully belonged to your future husband,” he would say with a smile, to which Y/n would openly laugh, “Some are idiots, and [dragon’s name] is a good dragon, much better than many husbands.” Cregan would laugh openly, “I’ll try not to forget it. Alright, I’ll grant your request.”

Y/n would be surprised, even having forgotten she was asking for something. “I appreciate it, my lord. What would you like in return?” she asked, hoping she’d ask for the most logical thing for her: resources for Winterfell in the winter season. “All I want is you, all of you, forever. I want your hand in marriage.”

Y/n would feel her body freeze and then warm up in a way that seemed absurd to her, yet she would manage to respond, “A hand for a head?” she would ask with amusement, hiding her nervousness. “Alright,” she would answer without further ado, hoping that in the end, Lord Stark would back out because how would he expect a dragon (both his dragon and herself) to survive in the cold Winterfell?

On the day of the executions, Y/n watched as her fiance’ (she did not yet believe in the validity of such a commitment) honored the wishes of the accused to join the Night's Watch. He watched as, with a single precise movement, he cut off Gyles Belgrave's head, noting the ease with which he did so, which only proved his strength. However, Y/n would not stand still when it came to Larys Strong, whom she saw as one of the main instigators of the Greens. When Larys demanded that his crippled foot be cut off so that he would not continue to drag it after he was dead, Y/n spoke loudly, clearly and without hesitation:

“You have quite the gall to dare request any kind of favor, Larys. You were one of the main instigators in this war, conspired to murder your own father and brother, and dedicated yourself to manipulating the kings you supposedly served for your convenience. You deserve no compassion, nor do you deserve to die in such an honorable manner as Lord Cregan could give you. You condemned your father and brother to the flames, and now that same will be your condemnation.”

Y/n would call her dragon, who was watching everything from atop a tower. Everyone would know what she planned to do next. Larys would beg for mercy, but Y/n wouldn’t listen. Now she was the firm and unyielding hand. She would order to remove Larys from the accused who had joined the Night’s Watch, making her dragon understand the rider’s objective.

“Dracarys,” she would order firmly, watching without any kind of pity as the last member of House Strong burned to death.

Y/n would confess to Cregan that she had already shared a bed with a couple of men in her past during a walk around the castle. She would do this after Cregan started talking about their marriage and how they needed to prepare to go north. Y/n would say she hoped not to offend him but hoped he would retract his proposal since she wasn’t pure not only because of her dragon but also because of the men she had been with. Additionally, she would remind him that she couldn’t leave her dragon to go to Winterfell and that maintaining the dragon required many resources that Winterfell couldn’t afford to waste. Cregan would tell her that he didn’t care if she had been with men before. He would say it would be hypocritical to demand purity when he had a son waiting for his return. Y/n would be surprised by how easily he accepted it, “I’m surprised by how easily you accept my past, my lord, and I’m flattered that you don’t retract after knowing it. But still, my nephew needs me, and I can’t separate from my dragon. Dragons aren’t made to live in Winterfell.”

“Then we will create a place where he can rest. the basement will be warm enough for him to feel comfortable. he will be able to come and go as he pleases. If necessary, I will make an agreement with the king to obtain the necessary resources for your dragon. If you really want to accept my proposal, I will make the necessary changes for our marriage'.”

Y/n would be left speechless, thinking that she still had to take care of Aegon and how difficult it would be to adapt to the cold. After all, although she wasn’t very tolerant of heat, she couldn’t easily withstand Winterfell’s harsh winters. But despite all the doubts, she accepted. She couldn’t refuse a marriage proposal from a man like Cregan Stark just because of a few doubts.

After the wedding between Cregan and Y/n, many lords began to make agreements and do business with Winterfell since they had the most powerful asset to offer: an alliance with a house owning one of the last dragons.

Over time, Y/n’s dragon would be the last dragon in Westeros. Her children didn’t try to hatch dragons for Cregan asked them not to because having more than one dragon could be problematic for their feeding. Y/n’s dragon was passed down to her children and their children until it died of old age. Not only was it the last dragon, but it was also the only dragon that belonged to the North. The dragon’s skull would rest in the catacombs right behind Y/n’s tomb and statue, which was located beside Cregan’s tomb. Y/n’s children, as well as their descendants who could claim their dragon, learned High Valyrian but stopped being educated in the language after the last dragon died. Y/n was responsible for teaching them, but after her death, her eldest descendants took over. Y/n’s children would have Cregan’s hair and Y/n’s violet eyes, but their grandchildren were not born with visible Valyrian traits. The time when Winterfell had a dragon was the most prosperous in its history. Even when the dragon could no longer fly well due to old age, it remained imposing, and no one dared to challenge the Starks.

I hope you liked this plot/summary I must say that I'm also a writer, but only on quotev, I'm new to writing on Tumblr in fact this is my first post hehe. Actually, I don't know if I'll post my stories here because I don't know how to organize Tumblr master list and all that but I wanted to share this idea. I apologize if some parts are not understandable; my first language is not English.

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @pitiable-arisen and @thequeenofthewinter

I shall tag @rainpebble3 and @wildhexe (no pressure. 💖)

While I was working on Snowflake's Chance, I wrote a letter from Lewin to his mother. And I realized I needed to figure out her personality to decide how she'll respond to it. So, obviously I had to write a meanwhile fic (what I call side-fics). That's where this snippet is from.

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Like every member of the Merchant's Guild before her, Ileana Hawkwing was raised with stories of werewolves, and the dangers they posed to the caravans. She learned early to call on the Daedric Prince Hircine to steer his wolves far from their wagons. It worked. Sometimes.

She saw her first werewolf at seventeen when two ambushed their caravan at dusk. The pair moved in sync, their focus on one of her family's new guardsmen, Nivos. She'd watched as they dragged him screaming away from the road, feeling sick to her stomach, her martial lessons fleeing her mind, her feet frozen to the ground. Her father had armed himself with a silver sword from his private wares, marching toward the pair when Nivos got free of them and turned into a cloud of bats, tearing away from the caravan, the werewolves in hot pursuit.

Just as she knew the stories of werewolves. So, too, did she know the stories of vampires.

Her father had cursed, chivying the group to move faster toward Camlorn, his hand rarely straying from his sword hilt over the next six days.

The werewolves didn't return. Nor did Nivos. 

But it wasn't until she managed to eavesdrop on her mother screaming at Lady Greening, the woman in charge of vetting new caravan guards, that she learned just how easy it was for both werewolves and vampires to infiltrate 'normal' society.

Naturally, she ran for the weavers shops, luring her best friend Alice out of her parents house with promise of gossip and boiled creme treats.

"What was Nivos like?" Alice asked, laying back on a half wall. "They say vampires are all pale with red eyes."

"Obviously not, or we'd never have hired him," Ileana retorted. "He was average height, dark brown eyes that I could see, and he kept his hair trimmed so it'd fit under a helmet."

"So, you had no idea he was a vampire at all?"

She shook her head, hopping onto the wall herself, picking at her treat. "He did always volunteer to take the middle of the night watches. But far as I know he didn't drink for anyone. I hope he didn't anyway."

"Was he charming?"

"Very. But mother always told me to steer clear of the guards. Says they're not to be trusted in regards to romance."

"All the romances talk about merchants or nobles falling in love with their bodyguards," she said. "That's probably what makes your mother worry."

She snorted. "I don't care about falling in love. I like those books though. Anything new come out since I've been gone?"

"Mm, I haven't checked. I've been busy at the shop. My pa says I'm almost old enough to take it over."

"Ileana!"

"Oh damn, they found me."

"You're awful," Alice laughed, sitting up and shading her eyes, a flush darkening her cheeks.

"You know he's going to realize you've got a crush on him, if you keep blushing like that," Ileana said, smirking when Alice smacked her arm and hopped down to approach Theo. 

"Is it just you?" Ileana asked, jumping down herself and sauntering over to her older brother.

"So far," he said, brushing his dark hair out of his face. "Did you hear about Nivos?"

"I heard mother yelling at Lady Greening about him."

"I think half the city did," he said dryly.

"So, what did you hear?" she demanded. "Or are you going to just hold all that info over my head?"

"Hmm, there's an idea. What is the information worth to you?" he asked, grinning when she glared at him.

[flowerslut]

😂☀️🏅

What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

this is such a tough one, but half of @volturialice’s comments on call of the night made me laugh so hard that I befriended and then hung out with her. and fast forward five years she has clowned her way into my heart ~irrevocably~ 🥰❤️

honorable mentions go to these specific ones (top one belongs to my wife ofc)

and I wish I could find the tumblr ask that says “thanks for the stories my therapist will know your name” because that one takes the cake.

Has anyone ever left you a comment that made your day? What did it say?

ALL THE TIME ARE YOU JOKING??? most recently I’ve been getting a lot of comments from people telling me about how my version of maria in roots is turning them into maria stans, and every time that happens I twirl my hair and kick my feet like a lovesick idiot 🤩

also a lot of people have left comments on call of the night (and walk in the dark) to tell me about how they binge-read it over a day or two and those are always my favorite because it means I derailed someone’s sleep schedule for at least one night and that delights me every time. but here’s a pair of comments I think of regularly:

because it 1000% summed up the way I wanted everyone to feel during the climax of cotn’ and to see that I stuck the landing? sublime. nothing will ever feel as good as seeing these as the first two comments after I posted that chapter 🥰

What is the fic you’re most proud of?

this is suchhhhhh a hard one so I’m gonna be a cheating little cheat and answer it in three parts. because my personal favorite fic of mine (not the best, per se, but my number 1) is north star. tbh, that fic should have been much trickier to write (empath alice and psychic jasper? how do you even attempt to successfully jam that into canon!verse?) so i’m very proud of myself for cranking it out over the time span that I did. that was the first fic I ever gave to my wife to look-over and make lil edits to, which is something that I had never once done before with any of my writing EVER.

then or course you’ve got call of the night, and just about everyone has heard the story about that fic, but I really am soooo proud of myself for finishing it! 16/17 year old baby shan would have been sooooo happy to know that it was lovingly completed (technically speaking) in my 20s!

but I think I have to nominate roots for ‘fic i’m most proud of’ just due to the sheer size of this project. and maybe it’s that Current Fic Bias talking (since it’s the only fic of mine being updated/worked on rn) but I really did daydream, outline, and draft an entire 200k word fic with multiple alternating povs and so many moving parts that my even readers are making timelines to make sure they don’t miss anything. that’s so cool for me! that’s so fun! roots has swamped my brain for a year and a half, I’ve put my whole pussy into it, and not to sound like a broken record but shoutout to my wife @volturialice for basically being my editor. the fact that she hasn’t killed me for not knowing the difference between “its” and “it’s” or divorced me for my fixation on unnecessary scene blocking isssss miraculous 🥴

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[magicalqueennightmare]

Sins & Amends Chapter 48

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: You work up the nerve to invite Billy to your weekly dinner

You let nearly a month go by before you worked up the nerve to ask Billy if he'd like to join all of you for the weekly get together. It'd be at your place so having the home field advantage was even better.

You would get off shift at four, Sarah would drop Adi off around five then everyone would start showing up around six. You'd texted Billy that morning to ask if he wanted to join all of you and he'd texted back "Extra time with Adi and actually getting to see you for over five minutes? Of course" you had simply texted back "see you then" 

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"Jesus Christ I'm done man" you groaned flopping down on the bench next to Alice who let out a laugh at your dramatics "Is wonder woman throwing in the towel?" She asked knocking her shoulder against yours.

You cut your eyes at her and stuck your tongue out "Two heart attacks, a stabbing with a combative patient and his buddies and two wrecks. Yeah for now I'm throwing it" she laughed and stood to gather her gear out her locker "Isn't Billy joining the weekly get together?" 

You nodded and grinned at her "Are you sure you and Kenzie can't come?" She shook her head with a sympathetic smile "Sorry babe. Her mom's in town so we're taking her out" "Fair enough. You're literally my only friend with parents or even in laws so that's a legitimate reason"

You stood to gather your own gear and throw it into your go bag. "Want a ride?" She asked after checking her phone to see Kenzie was waiting. You nodded "Yeah sounds good" 

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You waved to Kenzie and Alice as they pulled away from the curb then headed inside. You had enough time to throw your uniforms in the washer and grab a shower before Sarah would be there with Adi.

Once you got out of the shower you dressed in a pair of jeans that were old and soft to the touch along with a sweater that was even softer. You left your hair down but pulled a tie around your wrist so if you needed to pull it up before the night was over.

You walked into the living room and noticed the time right before there was a knock on the door. You could hear Adi and David talking before you ever got to the door. When you opened it they were still jabbering. "Well hello David" he scrunched up his nose and said "It's still weird when you call me that" 

Adi was practically climbing up your leg so you scooped her up and asked her "Did you have fun today baby?" She nodded "Aunt Sarah took me to  park" "That's good baby" you looked back at David and asked "Are you sure you can't join us?" He hugged Adi then said "We got our own night. Leo and Zach took a note from aunt Y/N and have since demanded at least one night a week we all eat out" 

"Glad I can be of some use as an aunt"  you said with a grin. He smiled at you then told Adi "Bye sweetie. I'll see you later" "Bye unkie David" 

The two of you watched until he got to the elevator then stepped back in your apartment. 

She wiggled out your arms and headed for her room so you walked into the kitchen to call for enough Vietnamese food to feed the army you had coming over making certain to order double of Frank's favorite since it was also Billy's favorite then grabbed a bottle of water and walked into the living room. 

Adi came back around the corner and grinned at you "Bath time?" You checked the time to see you had about half an hour before the food or anyone would arrive so you nodded "Yup. Elsa PJs or mermaids?" "Elsa!" She giggled and ran for your bathroom.

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Adi was running around with her Elsa cape flapping behind her gown and Coco tucked under her arm when you got a text from Karen saying her and Frank was headed up.

The food had just arrived so you were currently laying it out on the counter along with some plates so everyone could just grab what they wanted. You had just laid the last tray out when you heard a knock at the door followed by Frank sticking his head in "Where's my niece?" 

Adi came sliding around the corner and jumped into his outstretched arms "Unkie Frank!" Karen walked in behind him followed by Curtis and Billy.

You froze when your eyes met Billy's and he smiled "Thanks for inviting me" you finally made yourself tear your eyes away from his face and said "Of course Billy" Adi by then had noticed daddy was in the apartment so she jumped straight from Frank's arms to his "Daddy!"

Curtis winked at you on his way to the kitchen "Hey if Murdock and Nelson aren't here by six twenty they forfeit their food right?" You laughed and said "you know the rules Curt. Everyone gets a half hour to be late before food gets forfeited" you turned back to Adi and said "little miss your chicken nuggets and mac and cheese is ready so why don't you get daddy to direct you to your highchair?"

Billy smiled "Ok little bit you heard mommy. Chow time" he passed you and when your eyes met you felt your cheeks try to warm but was able to shove it down by the distraction of Foggy and Matt coming in the door when Karen opened it for them. 

Foggy held out a bottle of wine "Present from Marci. She's covering a big case so she couldn't come" you took the wine and looked it over approvingly "Gotta love a woman that always sends someone in her place if she can't make an event" 

You kissed his cheek then Matt's "Glad you two could come" you motioned around the room before adding "You both know everyone here. Hell Frank and Billy you represent" 

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You had your hand on Matt's elbow while he spoke to everyone then headed in the kitchen where Adi was in her highchair "Where's my favorite girl?" He asked with a grin at the doorway so Adi slapped her hands on the highchair tray "Matty!" He headed over to her and felt her forehead then kissed it gently "There she is"

You watched the two of them with a smile then glanced back towards Billy in enough time to see he was watching you. 

There was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. He looked almost pained. You took a step towards him and tentatively put your hand on his arm "You ok?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes the way a genuine one usually did "Yeah I'm good" 

You were used to feeling tension in the air whenever Billy and Frank were in the same room and had resigned yourself to it being there for a while but with the way Billy was acting there was some other type of tension you couldn't put your thumb on.

You barely glanced at Curtis but that was enough for him to get the point so he clapped his hands together and said "Well Adi I don't know about the other grownups but uncle Curt's about to join you in eating" and headed for the kitchen. Frank chuckled and fell in step behind him and that seemed to shift a little of the energy in the room.

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Billy watched as you moved around the kitchen handing plates to everyone and telling Matt what was what. Your hair was falling around your face and he had the strongest urge to push it back over your shoulder but knew he didn't have the right to touch you so casually anymore. 

Honestly he didn't know what the hell he was doing here. From what Karen had told him all of you normally got together at least once a week at someone's apartment for food and to catch up on everyone's lives. You'd apparently started it while he was in the hospital recovering. It was a part of your life he'd never been involved in until tonight and part of him felt like an outsider looking in.

He liked Murdock. He was a damn good lawyer and a decent guy but seeing him here interacting so smoothly with Adi and laughing at something you'd said about one of the dishes he had the biggest urge to knock the glasses off his face. Not like it'd be the same as hitting an ordinary blind person right? Not with Murdock's other gig.

He didn't want to exactly bring up to you that his memory had healed to the point of remembering some things about you and Murdock but the longer he watched you touch Matt's back or arm as everyone moved around your kitchen the more the memories as scattered as they were, started flipping through his head.

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You helped Matt get his plate fixed then moved to get your own. Frank was already sitting on the couch flipping through channels on your tv while Foggy gave input on each option and Karen had taken up your recliner. Matt sat at the table across from Curtis so only you and Billy were left at your impromptu buffet spread across the counter.

"I got your favorite" you said with a smile and saw he already had some on his plate "Frank's favorite too" he said and you heard a hitch in his voice that you did recognise. Even after everything you knew Billy well enough to know when something was bothering him. 

You moved behind him to grab your glass of wine and rested your hand on his lower back without thinking anything of it until he tensed under your hand. You quickly moved it and uttered an apology hoping no one had noticed what you'd done but before you could move he laid his hand on your arm and smiled that smile that made your knees weak "I just wasn't expecting it" you nodded not trusting your voice.

"Mommy all done!" Adi called out so you turned your attention to her and saw Curtis was looking between you and Billy who dropped your arm and walked into the living room "Alright baby but don't dive onto the couch everyone is eating" you warned before sitting your plate down so you could get her out the high chair.

Billy was sitting between Frank and Foggy trying to pay attention to the game Frank had clicked on. It almost felt like old times with Frank hollering at the refs call. When Adi walked over and pointed to the spot between them both men quickly scooted to give her room.

You were eating standing between the kitchen and living room so you could talk to everyone. He'd seen you and Maria both eat while you made rounds at welcome back cook outs so that wasn't a surprise you still had that habit.

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Foggy and Matt were the first two to have to leave. They had court first thing in the morning so you walked them to your door. You hugged Foggy first and said "Glad you could come. Thank Marci for the wine and tell her she was missed"

"Will do" he said with a smile so you reached to hug Matt who smiled when you said "and glad you could come too" his attention was over your shoulder and you started to ask him what he was hearing but Frank cleared his throat and said in a low voice "Mama we got one down" 

You turned around to see Adi who'd just been trying to teach Billy Disney songs was now laid over on his chest fast asleep. "Well in that case I'll see you too later" you said with a smile. 

Karen stood at the door until they got to the elevator so you walked over to where Billy sat with her fast asleep on him. After a moment you shrugged "Billy you wanna carry her to her room so we don't risk waking her?"

He nodded and held her closer to get to his feet then followed you into her room. You moved Coco to the corner of her crib then stepped to the side so Billy could lay her down. He ran a hand across her belly and whispered "Daddy loves you Adi" it warmed your heart every time you got to see the two of them together.

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You must have been staring because when he looked up a smirk slipped onto his face "What are you smiling at Y/N?" You shrugged "Our daughter" he glanced back at her sleeping form and nodded "Yeah she's something"

You laid your hand over his that was on the side of the crib and half expected him to jump or pull away but he just turned slowly to look you in the eyes. "Billy you know if anything is bothering you I'm always here to talk..no matter when" his gaze flickered from your hand to your face before he nodded "I know"

In that moment it felt so close to what your heart wanted but you refused to acknowledge out loud. You wanted this. You, Adi and Billy living under the same roof. The two of you putting her to bed together. You knew you couldn't have it. 

For one you'd risk your relationship with Frank. The two of you co parenting was one thing but you didn't know how he'd handle you and Billy actually giving it another try. There was still a lot of bad between them. Not to mention you really hadn't spoken to Billy one on one any. You really had no idea what he wanted.

Billy turned closer to you like he was about to say something but Curtis stepped to the door about that time "Um Y/N Where's your trash bags" you saw Billy's shoulders sag and knew he had been about to say something so you glanced at Curtis "Second drawer next to the sink" "Thanks" 

Once he walked away you'd hoped Billy would continue but he raised your hands up to his lips and left a feather light kiss on it. "You're an amazing woman and mom Y/N. I'm lucky to have you in my life in any way. Just wanted to say that" then dropped your hand gently and walked out Adi's room to head back to the living room.

@intothesoul

@weallhaveadestiny

[mixing-bowl-of-stories]

Tell us about Maveth and Pandoras first meeting! 👀

Actually, I’ll do you one better, here’s a small fic about how that meeting went :)

Death, and his Descendant

A loud ringing sound pierced the eardrums of a small half elf girl, only fourteen. She carefully opens her eyes to the black and lifeless void. Her head is throbbing with the worst pain she’s ever felt, and her vision is blurry.

Pandora sits up, realizing in doing so that she was lying down to begin with. Looking around, she sees nothing but pitch black. The ringing has gone away, only to reveal there to be no noises.

No sound, no visual aspect, no anything.

Until she hears a voice.

“Hello, Pandora.” The voice is an amalgamation of different voices, thousands— no, millions of different voices. At the sound of the strange voice, she jumps violently and curls herself up into a ball in a poor attempt to hide from whoever was talking to her.

“Oh dear…” The voice is now a singular voice, deep, but gentle. She feels a hand on her shoulder. Jumping once more at the gesture, she smacks the hand away and turns around, using her legs to push herself away from whoever the hand belonged to. It is at this point that she realized she was crying, why was she crying? Why was she so scared? What happened?

Looking up, she sees a man that looks very familiar to her. She’d heard plenty of stories about her relatives, including him, but she’d always been told to never say his name out loud to anyone other than her family.

“…Maveth…?”

“So you are familiar with my real name.”

She nods

“I’m sure you are curious as to why my name isn’t spoken to others outside of our family?”

“Mhm.”

“Many people believe that saying my real name brings bad fortune. Besides, many don’t even know my real name anyways, and I prefer that it’s information that stays within the family or those you trust dearly.”

“Oh…”

“Follow me, dear, there is much to talk about.” He offers his hand, Pandora takes it and he pulls her up off the “ground”.

The two walk over to a newly summoned sitting area, two armchairs sit on either side of a long dining table. They are only slightly lighter in color than the black void surrounding them, but Pandora is able to see them. She sits on the left end, Maveth sits on the right.

“I am sure that this is very difficult for you.” He starts, “Seeing me was probably the last thing you hoped for, especially considering your death was rather… traumatic.”

She doesn’t say a word, only nods.

“Now then, if you have any questions, I will answer them to the best of my ability.”

Pandora thinks for a moment, her headache had since gone away, allowing her to think and see better, “Who was that lady…? And why did she want to kill me so badly…?”

“Ah… her name is Alice Ripper, she was hired by a man named Lazarus to kill you. He is the eldest child of Valerie and Gabriel Lockwood. I’m sure you can understand just from that why he wanted to kill you.”

“…why can’t they just leave us alone?”

“I’m not sure, my dear. I wish for the same thing however.”

She sat silently for a moment.

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask me?”

She thinks, what else could she ask him? Well, one thing came to mind, but she doubted that it would work. It was worth a shot though, she was already dead, how bad would a simple “no” be?

“Could you… show me your actual form? I appreciate you using your mortal disguise but I think I’m calm enough now to see you how you actually are.”

Maveth gives her a curious look and a smile, “You’ll have to be more specific, I, can be anything.”

“I never expected the god of death to be unwilling to flaunt his god form.”

“! Well… you are certainly persistent. I respect that. If you could stand up?”

Pandora carefully stands up, and the table and chairs disappear, Maveth himself also disappears into the darkness. Soon, she hears a chuckle, it’s the same voice from before, but it has the same surrounding sound that the first voice did.

“I am up here, dear.”

She looks up to see four pairs of irisless eyes peering back down at her. He was a shadowy figure, made of up black smoke or black fog. He had large horns, along with some large feathered wings, he had no mouth, and he looked to be wearing a cloak with armor of some kind.

He was exactly what she expected, an amalgamation of all things capable of dying, plants, animals, aspirations, happiness, and most importantly, people.

A gigantic hand is offered to her, it’s one of many hands Maveth has. Pandora climbs into it and he raises her up to eye level with him, er, face level would be more accurate.

“Now then, I’m assuming there is still one more question you’d like to ask me?” He tilts his head.

She nods, “Would you…” she takes a deep breath in, “Would you be willing to give me a second chance at life…?”

His eyes widen, “While you are not the first to ask me that question, I am curious, why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you think you deserve a second chance?”

“Well, for starters I’m only fourteen, and I was murdered very aggressively.”

“…”

“But I also still have things I need to do in life. For my family. For even myself maybe…”

“And those things are?”

“I want to see the world, I want to see what experiences I could have. I’ve been cooped up in a mansion most of my life, I want to see what’s out there, I want to make friends and have experiences. But more importantly, I want to find my brother, he disappeared when I was only eight…”

“Victor.”

“Yeah…”

“Hmm, I see.”

“So? What’s your choice?”

“My choice is this, I will give you a second chance, under one circumstance.”

“That being?”

“You must become my champion.”

“!!!”

“Now, before you jump to any conclusions. I am giving you this time to figure out who you are, and I am giving you this time to find your brother. But I am mostly giving you this time to train for this position. I see in you someone who is capable of being what I need in a champion, someone who is compassionate and kind, someone who can sympathize with those struggling. That’s what people need in the afterlife, they usually need someone to simply talk to.”

“…”

“So, Pandora. What is your choice?”

“…Alright. I’ll do it, and I’ll use the time I have left wisely.”

“Just remember, if you die again, you will have to stay here permanently. Understood?”

She nods.

“Well then, I suppose it is time for you to go home then, wouldn’t you agree?”

Before she could answer, everything goes black again and the sharp pain in her head is back.

She opens her eyes, she’s on the ground in the snow, just outside of her family’s home. Looking down, she sees that her nightgown is covered in blood, and so is the snow that was beneath her head.

There’s also something new.

Her hands and forearms, along with her feet and shins, are now a transparent navy blue, only her bones are showing, they shimmer almost. She feels her head, the back of her head is wet, presumably with a mix of blood and snow, but the wound is gone.

Just to be sure, she touches her forehead. It’s definitely gone.

“Pandora!!!” She hears a familiar voice call.

Looking up the stairs, she sees her mother, whose face is wet with tears.

Oh. Her family must’ve found her when she was talking to Maveth.

Her mother rushes down the stairs and hugs her tightly.

“I thought you were dead…!”

“I was… for a little bit.”

Diana pulls away, her eyes widening in realization, “Oh… your hair.”

“I know, I need to wash the blood out.”

“No no sweetie, your hair. It’s white.”

Looking down, she notices that her mother is right, her hair is blizzard white now. She looks back up at her mother, who is now wearing a sorrowful, but also strangely proud look.

“You’re the next one, aren’t you?”

She nods.

“…you know, I always wondered. I used to joke with your aunt and say he really liked you because you were always playing with and feeding the soulfetchers. How did your talk with him go?”

“He’s about what I expected him to be. He was nice enough to try and not scare me though. He seemed to like me I guess.”

“Well I’m sure he wouldn’t have chosen you if he didn’t like you, my love.”

“Yeah…” she fiddles with her hands, Diana looks at her sorrowfully.

“Come now, Pandora, it’s far too cold out here to be playing in the snow. Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, maybe a nice bowl of soup even?”

Pandora smiles

“I think I’d like that.”

[jinxthejubilee]

Out of all those recruiter x hero/princess/prince of their stories, which one do you think would actually work if things were done differently in their stories? This is for the platonic, family like vibes, and romances

I would hope that my personality pages already answered this question. And I think you've asked me that before as well. But for the new people in the fandom who want my opinion:

Apple Poison and Snow White:

My version of Apple starts off extremely cold, and dare I say charmingly sinister. Snowy probably wouldn't see him as a romantic option, and neither would he.

He's more amused by her than anything and finds her positive nature fascinating.

It could work if one wanted to flirt with the idea, and they would certainly be a more interesting pair than Snow and Prince Florian (Yes, that's the prince's actual name).

But personally, I see him more as a treasured friend and advisor to Snow than anything.

Jack Heart and Alice:

Big brother and little sister duo all the way!!

Though I'm a little concerned about how much ship fanart I see of them. And no, before anyone asks, it's not even adult Alice from the Tim Burton movies! She's her 12-year-old self from the 2d animated movie! Wtf guys???!!

With that out of the way, they would make the cutest sibling duo ever. Jack being the trickster, and Alice being the level-headed yet adventurous sister. So cute!

Malfi (Malfie) and Aurora

I actually like Prince Philip, but if we're looking at this from an alternate dimension, I could totally see Malfi and Aurora getting together.

Granted, in my mind, you would need to de-age Malfi since Aurora is 16, but Malfi, Jack, and Pretty Scar are three recruiters who I can see being in their late teens [17-18 at least].

Aurora's kindhearted, playful nature would bounce off his vain and egocentric one perfectly. And it would even help give Aurora even more depth than she already did.

I had this one idea that after Maleficent dies, Malfi turns back into a raven. Maybe that could factor in why he's so indebted to Maleficent since he doesn't want to give up his "perfect" form. However, he does the right thing and lives in peace knowing that.

Whether you play up the tragic angle, as in, Malfi would give her up for her to be with Prince Philip in the end, or if you actually want them to end up together, it would be an interesting set up.

Eight Foot Joe and Ariel

I've seen this as a ship, and I understand why. It's an adorable one when you think about it: Grumpy guy and sweet girl. We've seen this set up thousands of times, and we can't get enough of it.

But here's the problem I have with this ship: Ariel is canonically 16. Granted, we don't know how old Joe is, but by my personal guess, he seems to be either a stress-aged young adult or a tired grown adult in his early 30s.

I know the recruiters look a lot older than they probably are due to their on-stage actors, but they also serve as our main source of info on the characters they play as.

Not to mention that Joe even calls Ariel "a little girl" when a guest asks him about her, which indicates that he sees her as someone way younger than him.

Personally, I see them having an uncle and niece dynamic.

If we're reimagining the movie with Joe in it, he would probably be known across the sea as a servant of Ursula. I mean, it's kinda hard to hide when you're the only other cecaelian around.

Maybe a young Ariel met him when he was just an octopus before Ursula transformed him. Hence why Ariel can't recognize him years later.

You could do a lot with this idea and play around with Joe being an uncle figure in Ariel's life.

Mr. Dalmatia and...the Dalmatians?

I guess they are the main characters, right?

In all seriousness, Dalma would've been adopted straight away by Pongo and Perdita if he hadn't been accidentally left behind during the escape. He would drink up their parental praise like his favorite juice. Still a brat, though, but a cute one for sure.

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) and Simba

If circumstances were different, I could see Simba, Nala, and Mzuri being friends when they were younger. Mzuri would go along with Scar's rule because she's forced to by relatives. But to redeem herself, she helps Pumbaa and Timon distract the other hyenas when Simba comes back.

If I were to add Mzuri in the story without them knowing each other, I can only really see them settling their differences in the second movie since hyenas are not respected in the Lion King universe at all.

Going by this route, PS would either despise Scar after he cowardly cast the blame towards the hyenas, or PS still clings to Scar even after he died and helps to raise Kovu.

In my mind, Mzuri would hate Scar after his betrayal, so maybe after wandering around for a few years, she catches wind of Zira's plot to overthrow Simba and wants to put a stop to it.

Ms. Hades and Hercules

Aunt and nephew relationship. She'd be reluctant at first to get close to him, but she can't resist his compassionate nature and would give him advice when she could.

I could see her looking after him in secret on earth without Hades knowing. She, alongside Phil, would train him. And MH would have inside knowledge on Hades' plans.

Veil and Quasimodo

In a perfect world where these two weren't manipulated by a horrid man who dared to call himself an archdeacon, they would see each other as siblings.

In the true world, however, if Veil was in the picture, she wouldn't hate Quasimodo, but she would ignore him. The bell ringer himself would be the only one to think of himself and Veil as siblings.

After Frollo dies, they both talk about their experiences and slowly work their way towards a brother - and sister-esque relationship.

Lady Hock, Peter Pan, and Wendy

If Hock was on the winning side, she'd be the best older sister/cool aunt towards Peter, Wendy, and the Lost Boys.

She would be protective of them, read them stories, help Wendy keep her sanity every time she visited, and even take care of Jane.

Faja, Aladdin, and Jazmine

Again, speaking in this hypothetical perfect world, Aladdin, Faja, and Abu would have been best friends. Maybe even siblings.

Faja would have been far away from Jafar's influence and twisted mind games. Her fiestiness and insecurity would still be there, but her trust and security with Aladdin and Abu would overcome her fear.

She'd probably still want to learn magic, but she'd learn on her own terms.

However, in the true movie-verse, she would need to get over her misguided hatred towards Aladdin. He has everything a street rat like her could ever want, of course that would spawn jealousy.

In the end, she would team up with Aladdin in the "Jafar Returns" movie and later become the royal magician after Faja works on herself.

[idolsummons]

same: 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it .

and... scene!

'I heard some guy tried to go down into the abandoned mine a couple of months ago.' 'What? As if. That place is, like, a total hazard. If you don't get crushed by rocks, then whatever else that lives down there is gonna get you.' 'You believe those stories? It's probably just some rats or something, and anyone who tries to go down there is too scared by some little animals to keep going.' 'Hmm... I'll believe someone went down there when I see some evidence.'

Although it had not been a challenge issued to her personally nor even a conversation she had been a part of, having merely overheard the two girls while awaiting her coffee order, Alice could not turn the challenge down - not only might she get some really cool shots down there, but imagine the fame she could garner if she proved she had gone all the way down! It was just some stupid mine shaft, after all, and she thought herself to not scare so easily that the local fauna would have her running the other direction. Alice stood outside the old mine, balancing as best she could on the rocky ground. Beyond the wooden entrance adorned with a big sign that said DANGER! and adorned with a skull and crossbones was the blackest darkness she had ever seen. Thank goodness for modern lighting, her weapon of choice a heavy torch she had found among her step-mother's belongings from when she used to go camping. Alice held her phone in one hand and, with a tap of a button began recording, the view focused on her face and outfit, on that day a black coat, beneath it a crop top with the shape of a crescent moon cut out about the chest area, and looser than usual pants. When they heard of the journey she was about to embark upon, her followers would surely be understanding of her not dressing in her usual style. 'Good morning, everyone,' she said in her usual gentle voice. 'I just wished to post an update and let you know the type of content you might see from me when next I post. There is this -' she turned the camera to face the mine shaft - 'abandoned mine shaft that everyone says is haunted. Nobody has been down in its depths... well, since it was abandoned.' She didn't know that for sure, but nobody would be able to dispute her claims. 'I will be venturing down to see what is there, and if it is haunted, well -' she turned the camera back towards herself - 'it will be exciting to share with you all, yes? Until then, au revoir, my lovelies.' Alice stopped the recording and waited for it to post to her account before taking her first steps into the pitch black.

Perhaps foolishly, Alice realised, she had done very little research into the mine other than as to its location. How far into the depths it reached she did not know, nor of any potential safety concerns or why it had even been abandoned in the first place. Well, if the stories were anything to go by, she knew exactly why it had been abandoned, give or take a few of the details. Every so often she saw something crawl or heard something chatter away in the darkness and she would flash her light over it, discovering only the local fauna - something boring, just as expected. She walked 10 minutes, then 20, then 30, and she was grateful that her debate with herself on choice of footwear had led her to a basic pair of sneakers, though they were slightly worn and needed replacing, and Alice could feel if she walked over a particularly loose rock, wincing at some of the jagged edges. Forty-five minutes. The mine somehow seemed to get darker and darker, the worn flashlight beginning to flicker. Don't die on me, she thought, fingers gripping the handle even harder. Don't you dare. And she heard something, something which was not the spiders or the mice or the other creatures which lived at such depths, but rather a whisper in her ear, as though someone was standing nearby. Further. Alice whipped around, shining her torch on every nook and cranny. 'Hello?' Her voice echoed through the hollow shaft. There was nowhere for anyone to hide. Ha, the pressure must be getting to me. And so she kept walking, down, down, deeper into the mine - but of her own volition, and not thanks to anyone whispering such suggestions into her ear.

One hour. Two. The only reason Alice had any concept of the time was thanks to her phone, which she seemed to pull out of her pocket with increasing rarity, while her torch flickered with increasing frequency. She had heard that voice again, too, on multiple occasions, like it was getting closer and closer to her ear until the voice's owner was whispering right over her shoulder. Further. Come. Closer. But she began to ignore such words, and continued down the mine shaft of her own choice. She did not know how deep mine shafts were meant to be, but it stood to reason that rocks and minerals found deeper in the ground required a deeper mine shaft. The rocks in the walls, she had noticed, gleamed underneath the light of her torch, a green glow which only revealed itself once she had shone her light on it and continued to persist, seeming to infect even the rocks closest to it with its luminescence without the need for further light. This was probably for the best, as it was not too long after that Alice's torch died out. 'Damn it,' she growled. It would certainly make getting out of the mine more difficult than it had to be, given these luminescent rocks had not lined the walls the whole way down, but Alice was thankful she had charged her phone that morning; with some luck, its charge would hold out for as long as she needed to see the sun again. You are almost here, whispered the voice again. Now that she had no torch to light her way, Alice felt she had no choice but to listen to the voice rather than looking around at all she could see; the luminescent rocks only provided enough light so that she knew which way the path led. Keep coming. Closer, closer. 'Be quiet,' she said through gritted teeth. It won't be long. 'Shut up!' She came to a stop. Her voice echoed through the empty mine, reverberating off the walls numerous times. 'I don't know who the hell you are, but I don't need you trying to... to egg me on the whole time! I'm walking down your damn mine, okay? I don't need your persuasion!' Silence, other than the echo. Was anyone else around, she would think such an outburst unbecoming of a lady such as herself. To be entirely honest, she didn't care what this voice heard, nor what it thought of her. Alice continued walking. Give me your name. 'Not if you talk to me like that.' Your name. Now. 'Alice,' she replied as though compelled to. 'Alice Delecroix.' Alice. Do you want to know who I am? 'No, but I'm sure I'll find out once I reach the end of this mine.' You're so close now. Just a little further. 'I know. You won't stop telling me.' And so she kept walking entirely of her own volition, but she couldn't help but feel as though her feet were moving as if they had their own mind.

Whatever the voice thought of as a little more, as it kept reminding her, was not Alice's perception of just a little more. She had walked for another hour or so, the rocks beneath her feet becoming frequently pointy and jagged to the point where it felt as though she was walking on spikes, piercing the soles of her sneakers, before the shaft began opening up into a cavern, lit by the luminescent rocks. You made it. The voice sounded as though it was in her head, though it boomed around the cavern. 'So then you will fulfill your end of the agreement, yes?' Alice's heart beat rapidly in her chest. She pulled her phone from her pocket, readying the camera. 'If you are the curse that was spoken about, then I would like to see you with my own eyes.' Are you sure, Alice? The voice sounded amused. 'Yes,' Alice replied through gritted teeth. 'You wanted me to come down all this way, so it is the least you could do.' Very well, foolish child of Vh'thra. Alice froze. If that is your wish. The glow of the rocks became brighter and brighter until there was a flash of light, blinding Alice periodically, and before her, frozen, suspended over a pit that surely went to the Earth's core, was... Well, she would not have been able to describe such a thing even a second after taking her gaze away from it. Alice dropped her phone. The screen smashed against the jagged rocks that made up the cavern floor. 'Yi'xrderihm,' she whispered. It was a name she had only ever heard in passing, a name she had forgotten until it forced its way from her throat and out of her mouth. 'Lives. He is... already here.' Do not speak that name! the disembodied voice shouted. Alice kneeled down. You must be punished for uttering the name of the one true deity. You, like all others in all these pitiful universes who do not revere Him as He deserves, share in the crimes of those who had sealed him away. She picked up one of the jagged rocks from the ground. You must be punished, child of Vh'thra. Entirely and utterly compelled, Alice began stabbing at any part of her body which she could find. Legs. Torso. Arms. Eyes. Crying out all the while. And if your revered god truly cares for you, she will save your soul. Until the jagged point pierced her heart and she fell to the ground. He will be released from his shackles and, if she loves her child enough to return her from the grave, you and all others will be punished again. And again. And again.

[yukidragon]

Idk if you've had this ask yet but since the Sauce has made an Alice In Wonderland AU where Shaun is Cheshire Cat, what do you think the other roles of the love interests are in said universe?

Well, for starters, I would say that MC would have to be Alice. They’re the protagonist who had their world turned upside-down after all. Plus, they’re surrounded by crazy people if my theory that the romantic leads are all yandere is correct.

I find it kind of funny that my version of the MC is also named Alice, so she’s doubly suitable for the role. I didn’t even learn of the Cheshire Cat AU until well after I picked that name.

I think Jack fits the role of Mad Hatter quite well, just because the character’s outfit is always flamboyant and it fits a clown so very well. The Mad Hatter is often paired up with Alice in reimaginings of the story and becomes her companion as well.

Though Jack could fit the role of the Queen of Hearts as well for taking control of everyone, including Alice. Plus he would be the one most fitting to declare someone should lose their head. Of course that would be potentially anyone but Alice in this case...

Still, I’ve got to go with Mad Hatter for Jack because the look would just suit him really well. This AU is more about the style than the plot, really.

Ian would probably be the white rabbit or the march hare given it would be the perfect opportunity to put him in his Halloween Costume again, just with an Alice in Wonderland flare. I can see him in either role, as his cheating put MC into this vulnerable state of mind that likely is why Jack got into the picture, thus starting the crazy path their life has gone down to begin with. However, he could also be the March Hare since his role in the story is similar to the Mad Hatter and Ian does take up the role of the rebooted Jack...

If I had to pick one of the two for Ian though, it would probably be the white rabbit. The white rabbit can be timid at times, but also manic and aggressive. Plus Alice has a hard time letting go of her chase of the white rabbit even though it really would be better for her if she did...

Nick is a tricky one to pick. After looking over all the characters, I think the closest pick for him is the Dormouse, who panics at the word “cat” (only in this case it’s “Jack”) and needs to have his face smeared in jam to calm down. (Clawing at his face perhaps?) Not to mention he’s always sleeping, perhaps because he was haunted by nightmares and not getting enough sleep?

Moon Pie, of course, would take the role Alice’s pet cat Dinah. Of course in this universe she would probably be snagged by Cheshire Cat Shaun at some point, but, hey, the more craziness the better, right?

Oh, I know someone who would fit the role of the Queen of Hearts better than Jack - Barry! Remember to clean the counters, Alice, or it’s off with your head!

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur      

[lemonhemlock]

There were like four or five Helaemonds theorizing, back in October and November, that maybe Alys won't be in the show since, for some reason, the writers gave Helaena similar powers (visions/seeing the future) and seemingly made her closer to Aemond but even this stopped after a while since it was always obvious she was going to be in the show, especially after the brothel scene 1x09 with the madame. Most shippers didn't delude themselves and always expected her to be included in the show though since she and Helaena aren't interchangeable and have different roles in Aemond's story. Also, one ship doesn't necessarily prevent the other from ever happening so…the worst thing you can say is that Helaemond happening kinda ruins the idea of Alys being "the one" for Aemond, but I find this view too reductive. A person can have multiple love interests and relationships in their life.

I don't know but it's always funny to me how much of a hate boner some people have for this ship xD they always take the most extreme views a Helaemond can have (at least in their minds) and apply them to every person who likes the pairing. It's baffling that they're doing to you too, I've been following you since December at least and you've never said anything nasty about Alys or painted her her as an evil seductress type?? Or that you like Helaena because she's pure or some BS like that (if anything it's usually the very same antis who, because the show coded her as neurodivergent, love to paint her as too pure and innocent to have sex and wish for a genuine romantic relationship & like to use this argument against Helaemond). At most you've highlighted the dubcon aspects Al*smond has in the book, the ones most hardcore shippers ignore on purpose but I doubt this could ever qualify as hate towards Alys…

i do remember the discoursing about how helaena could take over alys' storyline but there was maybe like 5 min of that before people moved onto smth else yet the antis are holding onto that for dear life. it's also absolutely irrelevant bc 1. wondering abt it is not a crime; 2. the fans who were wondering are absolutely not in charge of writing the scripts and 3. in a show where they flirted with the idea of not including DAERON, it's telling that they were pretty open to even major changes from book canon (alicent & rhaenyra being the same age is another example)

not to mention the painting of every helaemond with the same brush, as if everyone who likes this ship is some misbehaving rapscallion who spends their days obsessing over an episodic fictional character they must not like. yet they're the ones making a racket in my inbox, while i've never in my life sent hate mail to anyone. the projection & lack of self-awareness.... 🙏

the third point about preferring helaena over alys bc of some madonna/whore complex they randomly assigned to me based on... what? my general taste in female characters? 🤦 if they're so intent on keeping tabs about the evolution of hotd discourse, why are they ignoring (as you pointed out) the anti-helaemond argument of her being uninterested in sex bc she is neurodivergent? such a fundamentally dishonest attempt at a diss