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Wish Upon A Star (StepBro!Harry) Part IX

Part VIII

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The bed is all too good at its seduction, with sheets that entangle her limbs, a pillow that might as well be a cloud, and the warm body that guards her back possessively. But it’s only a few more solemn minutes of enjoying the comfortable silence until a disturbance drags her out of dreamland. Her hand feels around for the phone vibrating on the side table. She squints her eyes and reads her assistant’s name that flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” her greeting is drawn out by a long yawn that reaches octaves to put an opera singer to shame.

“About time you picked up! Do you not know how long I’ve been trying to call you?”

“Isn’t it a bit early to be calling?” she glances at the clock, 8:09 am, “It’s like three in the morning over there.” Harry stirs next to her, his arm wraps around her figure and pulls her against his torso. He snuggles his face into the slope of her neck, his hot breath caressing the vulnerable flesh.

“Actually, it’s 8:09, oh wait, now it’s 8:10! Anyway, I need you to pick me up.”

“I don’t think I follow,” she replies.

“I just landed in Heathrow, so hurry up because airplane food does not satisfy. Oh, and I also need a place to stay, so thanks in advance!” Before she can ask any more questions, he’s saying his goodbyes and ending the call. The screen goes black, and she’s met with a reflection of her face staring back at her.

Earnest kisses press across her shoulder blade, the feeling of his morning stubble tickles her bare skin. She turns in his hold and lazily connects their mouths, her fingers lightly tugging at the astray locks of his messy hair as his own outline down her soft curves.

“Morning, my love,” he rasps, smacking her lips again. He shuffles on top of her and presses more kisses along her jaw and down under her chin. His movements are setting themselves up to become more sensual and it is only a matter of time until they’re joined together for the nth time in five days.

“Wait, we need to-” but she stops when he begins teasing the spot below her ear, the stubble on his upper lip grazing over her lobe. What was she meant to do again? The memory is fuzzy for a couple of moments, but the orders––and who would have thought that her assistant would be giving her orders––are soon brought to the forefront of her mind. “We’ve got to go the airport.”

He looks at her with furrowed brows and panic begins to set in as she feels his muscles begin to tense over her. “I thought you weren’t leaving for four more days?” Y/n shakes her head and gives him a reassuring kiss.

“My assistant apparently took some unauthorized vacation time, and now he’s here,” she slips out from under him, and sits up to place her feet on the fluffy carpet. But he’s got his arms locked around her waist. “Harry, c’mon. I’m sure you’ve gotten enough,” she teases. She glances over her shoulder to see him shaking his head like a stubborn child.

“Can never get enough of you, love,” he says cheekily.

***

William knew there was something off about the situation, but never did he expect this. He’s been parked across the street from Harry’s apartment complex since the crack of dawn, waiting for him to come out. It’s definitely plausible that Y/n is staying with him. When a black Range Rover comes into view, he eyes the architect’s face in the driver’s seat, with Y/n sitting beside him. He ducks down until they’ve driven past him, then asks his driver to follow the car.

The rest of the windows are tinted black, blocking his view of them. They drive miles and miles, until the airport pops up in the distance. Maybe she’s booked herself an earlier flight?

“Just stay here,” he orders the driver. He watches as Harry backs into a spot and turns off the ignition. Now he’s got a clear view of the two through the windshield. She’s laughing at something, but he’s never been skilled at reading lips. Why are they just sitting there? It looks like they’re just talking, and for a quick moment he thinks he’s lost all sensibility.

“What the fuck?” he growls as he watches Y/n reach across the console to the driver’s seat. Harry smirks at her before he sticks his tongue down her throat. “What a slut!” he snares. He knew there had to be a reason why she never mentioned him, but this? He was not expecting this at all! It’s completely revolting, and undeniably incestuous!

***

Age 18:

The sun beams brightly over their childhood treehouse. It has been years since either of them bothered to climb the wooden planks. But as the weather shifts to nicer, more pleasant temperatures, it would be a shame to let such a beautiful day go to waste (especially with all the tensions rising in their home). So here they lay on the blanket spread on the floor within the confines of their mini palace. He’s been reading through the old comic books that he’d left up here. It’s a miracle that they’ve been able to withstand the tests of time. She reads along with him from where her head rests on his chest.

“Wait! I wasn’t done reading that,” she complains, and quickly turns back the page.

“Oi, you’re going to tear it,” he retorts. He lets out a sigh and waits for her to get through it. When a minute––but he really isn’t counting––passes, he speaks up again. “You done?”

She rolls off of him and on to her stomach. Her eyes wander over the little shelves nailed to the wall. All the toys that had never made it back to the ground. Yet, only a meager layer of dust engulfs them, and she’s starting to think that Eric comes up here to clean. On the top middle shelf are two of her Barbie dolls. One wears a purple princess dress, complete with a tiny tiara atop her head. The other, which she remembers as her favorite growing up, is dressed in a classic halter wedding dress with sequins and beads sown into the corset.

“You think my dress will be as pretty as that?” she asks. Harry follows her eyes, turning to find her staring at the doll.

“It’s a nice dress,” he muses, “but I think yours would be prettier.” A cheeky smile spreads over his face, and he puts the comic book down to cross his hands behind his head.

His love gives him the cutest look, as she saddles a leg over him. “Tell me more about our wedding,” she dreamily asks, as she traces patterns along his abdomen. The butterflies are back and flutter about in her tummy.

“Alright, well,” he starts, one of his hands land to graze over her thigh, “I’m going to give you your dream wedding, the one you used to tell me loads about when we were small. It’ll be in one of those fancy gardens with hedge mazes. We’ll have a rose gold motive, of course, seeing as you’ve already got the necklace to match, hmm. You’ll have the most beautiful dress, make all those other brides jealous. It’ll be Vera Wang, or whatever designer you’ve got your heart set on. All I’m asking is that I can easily slip it off you,” he smirks. She giggles and falls down on his chest to snuggle him, her ear resting over his steady heartbeat. “Got to promise me that you won’t start crying during our vows though. Because you know that I’ll start crying and our guests won’t be able to understand anything coming out of our blubbering mouths.”

“I make no promises,” she responds. Just the thought of their wedding has her about ready to burst into tears of happiness.

He sighs to feign annoyance, “I guess that’s fine. As long as I get to call you Mrs. Styles by the end of it all, it’s all fine by me.”

“Hmm, ‘Mrs. Styles,’ I do like the sound of that,” she says, then pecks his lips. He cups both her cheeks to keep her there for longer. His tongue licks along her bottom lip, and she opens it just wide enough for him to slip it in.

She moves against him, her ass rubbing over his cock every time. “Driving me mad,” he groans into her mouth. His hands guide her to grind over his growing erection even harder. She breaks their kiss, moving herself lower down his body. Her fingers hook through the waistband of his basketball shorts, and she slowly pulls them down his legs.

“Someone’s excited,” she muses at the tent of his boxers. His breath hitches in his throat when she strokes him through the fabric.

“Don’t tease me, pet,” he warns, but any essence of intimidation is lost. She slowly inches them off, he raises his hips to make it easier for her. He whimpers as she pumps him with her hand, stroking him at an almost offensive pace.

“What else do you have planned for our big day?” she draws out, letting some of her saliva drop down into her hand to use as lubrication. “I want to hear all about it.”

“I-” but he’s too consumed in her actions to speak. She squeezes him, and he bucks into her in response. “I’m thinking it’ll just be close friends and family, yeah?” he gulps. “If Mum and Dad d-don’t come around by then, we can get Gregoire to give you away.”

She brings her mouth to ghost over his balls, “That sounds perfect,” she replies. She peppers small kisses over one of them, before she wraps her lips around it to suck on.

“And for our honeymoon,” he sucks in a shallow breath, “I’m thinking we can go back to Santorini. Can give you a proper l-loving on the beach…fuck, baby, taking me so well.” Her head bobs over his cock, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat. “And maybe we can-can…” the words are lost, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as he enjoys the warm and wet sensation of the vibrations from her hums.

He pulls her back to his lips, hands sliding down her body to remove her jean shorts. Another groan releases into the air when he feels just how wet she already is. “Want you to ride me,” he murmurs. With one last kiss, she slides back down, positioning herself over the head. She sinks down, her teeth nearly biting through her bottom lip. She allows herself a moment to adjust. Her walls stretch to accommodate around him.

His hand slips underneath her shirt past her bra. He rolls her pebbled nipple between his fingers, flicking over the erect bud to elicit that delicious moan of hers. She uses his chest as support, as she rises up and falls back on his cock in even takes. “Keep talking,” she pants out.

“We can go backpacking through Europe as well,” he hisses as her nails drag over his flesh. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? I could make love to you in every country.” She nods her head. He feels her fluttering around him.

“Baby, I’m close,” she whines, picking up her pace and bouncing roughly over him. Her own fingers launch at her sensitive nub, while he finds the strength to meet her thrusts her halfway. One hard pounding, and he’s filling her up to the brim. The feeling of him coating her walls prompts her own climax, and she lets out a cry of pure ecstasy.

The sounds of their panting are accompanied by the natural sounds of the outside. In the next yard over, they can hear the neighbor’s kids splashing around in their pool. Harry’s eyes wander over the walls of the treehouse. What was once a beacon for childhood adventure has just been severely tainted of its innocence.

***

Present Day:

They walk hand in hand into the airport. Harry still isn’t quite sure why he’s here, or who they’re looking for, but he allows himself to be dragged along, nevertheless. Heathrow seems to be more crowded than usual, for an ordinary day, he notices. All around them, there are parents reuniting with their children, husbands reuniting with their wives, and friends reuniting with friends. It’s a heartwarming scene to witness. He tugs on Y/n’s hand, bringing her close enough to give her a sweet kiss. “I love you,” he says against her. She laughs when she pulls away, wiping her thumb across his bottom lip to remove any essence of her nude-shade lipstick.

“You’re such a nut!” she chuckles before nuzzling her nose into his neck.

“Well, shit. You’re even more gorgeous in person,” they turn their heads to the voice. “What took you so long? Did you get lost?” he playfully rolls his eyes. Y/n releases herself from Harry’s grasp, and hugs the person tightly.

“You’ve got some explaining to do! What are you doing here? And oh my god, who’s taking my phone calls?” she lightly swats Miguel’s shoulder when she pulls away. The two large suitcases by his side are much bigger than she anticipated, but then again, he has never been known to be a light packer.

“We’ll talk business later, but first,” he steps around her, “I think you need you to properly introduce me to someone.”

Y/n attaches herself back to Harry’s side. “Harry, this is Miguel, my assistant. Miguel this is Harry, whom I’m sure you know plenty about.” She pretends not to see the smirk on Harry’s face.

Harry extends his hand out to Miguel. “Nice to meet you, mate,” he greets.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine, and can I say that the pictures do not do you any justice,” Miguel replies. All Instagram posts that he and Y/n spent time looking at while working late at the office were nothing compared to the real thing. “Anyway, where are we eating? A ten hour flight, and all they fed me was questionable pizza.”

“There’s this place not far from here, has the best Thai food, if you’re interested,” Harry replies. He wraps an arm around Y/n’s shoulder and leads them to the exit.

“No, that’s fine! I’ll eat anything at this point,” Miguel chirps as he drags both suitcases along. “Could you maybe-” but he notices that the couple is nearly ten steps ahead, already lost in conversation amongst themselves.

***

Miguel sits in the back seat of Harry’s Range Rover, carefully observing his boss and the man she’d been pining for since the day they’ve met. Harry drives with one hand on the wheel, while the other is clasped with Y/n’s. He watches as Harry kisses her knuckles every so often, and how she’ll bring their tangled fingers to cushion her cheek. Their actions, as he witnesses, are like an unconscious effort. When he first started working for Y/n, he had heard stories about them growing up and falling in love, then breaking up due to extraneous circumstance.

It’s a story right out of a movie. Childhood sweethearts, soulmates, finding their way back into each other’s arms. Much like Love, Rosie…except instead of friends, they’re step-siblings, and Y/n isn’t pregnant––but who can say for sure because she’s absolutely glowing, from what he assumes is the amazing sex they’ve been having. He creates a reminder on his phone to start writing the novel.

“So, are you going to tell me now?” Y/n twists around to ask him.

“Okay, so get this: I’m sitting in your office, the phone has been ringing nonstop––oh by the way, Debbie called, she wants to have lunch––and Mr. Sengle called and…”

Y/n stares at him intently, edging him to go on. But Miguel holds on to the moment a while longer, enjoying how frustrated she’s getting. “Spit it out!” she all but yells.

“So, Harry, Y/n tells me that you’re an architect. Do you have any projects in progess?” he inquires.

“Yeah, I just met with the new clients yesterday, actually. They’re looking to expand their hotel chain to the riverside. Want a modern design,” Harry states. Yesterday, he’d brought Y/n with him to the office. For years, all of his coworkers had teased him about rarely going on any dates or never having a serious relationship. Nosey, is what they are.

Well, the joke was on them when they laid eyes on his love.

He takes his eyes off the road for just a second to glance at Y/n. He chuckles to himself when he sees the puppy dog eyes she’s brought out as her weapon. “You should just tell her; those eyes will follow you to your grave.”

“Alright, alright! So, the reason I’m here is because Mr. Sengle is suggesting––well more like ordering––you to move to the company’s London branch! I just thought I’d get a head start in finding my own place. And don’t worry, before I left, I recruited all the interns to pack up your belongings in your apartment. They should be arriving at your parent’s house in about a week.” Miguel watches as the information slowly begins to set in, and she goes from utter shock to complete excitement.

“Are you serious? You’re not joking? This is-oh my god! Baby, did you hear that?” Luckily, they’ve hit a red light, and she’s leaning over the seat to give him full kiss on the lips.

“Looks like I’ve got myself a roommate,” he says, and then he’s kissing her again. They’re too consumed with one another to notice that the light’s turned green, that is until the cars behind them aggressively honk their horns. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Harry groans, placing his foot back on the gas.

“Ok, but if you guys are going to be packing on the PDA, at least help me find a man of my own,” Miguel rolls his eyes. It’s annoying how cute they are. Justice for all the singletons out there.

***

Y/n wonders if it was mistake arriving together. Would they disapprove again? Although, now that she’s twenty-four, they really have no say in who she chooses to love. As they stroll up the walkway to front door, her nerves are on fire. Harry’s been telling her to relax, but that’s not an easy task to accomplish. Before either one of them can ring the bell, the door swings open, revealing their overexcited parents. “Welcome home!” Anne chirps, bringing both in for a hug. “You arrived together?” she questions when she notices just one car in the driveway.

“Don’t badger them with questions, they’ve only just arrived,” Eric jokingly scolds. He looks behind his children and sees a stranger. Unless he’s hallucinating, he’s almost positive that the man isn’t William. “I’m sorry, and who are you?”

Anne slaps his shoulder, “Look who’s doing the interrogations now.”

“Miguel Garcia, I work for your daughter,” he says as he goes in for a hug. “Aw, it’s so great to finally meet you two.”

***

Lunch seems to be going well. It’s almost like old times, the four of them sitting around the table chatting the others’ ears off. Eric can’t help but lean back in his seat and admire his family. He can’t remember the last time they were all seated together. No harsh glares, or yelling, or anything of that nature.

He watches closely at his two children. They’re smiling at each other in the same way they did six years ago, before they got caught. And it only just crosses his mind that maybe it isn’t too late for them.

“The food was great, thanks, Mum,” Harry says, patting his stomach for emphasis.

Anne grins at him, “Not a problem, bub.” She too has been watching them carefully, and if her intuition is correct, there’s a reason why William isn’t here today. But she refuses to meddle, not after what happened the last time. “You guys go into the living room, I’ll put the kettle on, yeah?”

The rest of them take their seats on the couches and recliners. Eric asks Harry about work, and Y/n and Miguel listen as Harry explains in elaborate detail his plans for the hotel’s design.

“And I’m thinking maybe all glass walls, the rooms would be one-sided of course.”

Eric nods his head in agreement, “Couldn’t make it more modern even if you tried.” They share a laugh and continue on with the conversation. Miguel nudges Y/n with his elbow.

“Think you’re going to tell them today?” he whispers to her. And honestly, she doesn’t know. At this point, there’s no good in hiding that they’re back together. They’re grown adults who have been through too much for anyone to say no to them.

She watches as Eric excuses himself when the doorbell rings. “Should we tell them?” she asks Harry once she’s sure her dad is out of earshot. Just as he’s about to state his opinion, he’s interrupted.

“Sweetheart?” Eric calls to Y/n.

“Yeah?” She turns around and gasps at what she sees. “What are you doing here?”

William walks through the living room, examining each photo hung on the wall. Knowing what he now knows, he grimaces at each one. “Not happy to see me, Dollface?” he says arrogantly. “Why, you didn’t tell me you guys were having a little family get together. I’m offended that I wasn’t invited.” He takes menacing steps towards her, but of course, Harry blocks him off from getting any closer.

“You shouldn’t be here, mate,” he warns as his eyes narrow in on him. Y/n clutches his arm, signing to him not do anything too rash. The atmosphere that encompasses them is thick with tension. It’s almost as though no one can breathe.

The intruder lets out a low laugh. “You’re an awfully protective brother, aren’t you?” He darts his eyes towards Anne. “Fine children you’ve raised. It’s amazing how close they are.”

Does he know? But how? The questions run through Y/n’s head. There’s something almost sinister about the man’s demeanor. “In fact, I’d say they’ve overstepped any boundaries all together.”

Four pairs of eyes exchange weary looks. Y/n comes out from behind Harry, and grabs William by the arm to lead him outside. He follows her, smirking at Harry before waltzing out the door.

“What’s the matter with you?” she shrieks at him. “We’re broken up. O-VER. I don’t see why you’re acting this way.”

“Why’d you break up with me, huh? Because we both know it wasn’t because I hooked up with some chic,” he counters.

Y/n lifts her hands up in exasperation. “You want to know why? Ok, I’ll tell you. I don’t love you, I don’t even think I like you very much, to be honest.” It was never her intention to give it to him like this, but he’s overstepped the line.

“Why not? Too busy dropping your panties for your brother?” he shoots back at her. “Thought I wouldn’t find out, didn’t you? I never pegged you as a whore, Y/n. Because that’s all you are, aren’t you? A cheap little whore.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Harry charges at him, but Y/n does her best to hold him back. She cups the side of his face and whispers for him to calm down. His nostrils are flaring in anger, and his eyes are hard as stone.

Eric, Anne, and Miguel rush outside. Anne holds Harry by the shoulder when she sees the drastic rise and fall of his chest.

“What the hell is going on here?” Eric shouts at them. He stands in between the two men, looking between the two for an explanation for the raucous.

William shakes his head, “Mr. and Mrs. Y/l/n. I think you should know what your kids have been doing behind your backs.” All Eric does is lift an unamused eyebrow at him. “They’re in some kind of relationship! I saw them with my own two eyes. It’s absolutely disgusting!” He waits for a violent reaction to erupt from the older couple, but he feels himself shrink back when they remain stoic. “I don’t think you heard me: your kids are fucking each other.”

“And so?” Eric sighs.

“Doesn’t that bother you? They’re brother and sister!” William screeches. This is not how he expected this scene to play out. “Don’t you know how much of a slut your daught-”

A fist collides with his nose, and he’s left leaning against the car for support. “Correction: they’re step-siblings. Not a single ounce of the one’s blood runs through the other’s veins,” Eric nonchalantly replies. Y/n and Harry stare at him with shock, before turning to each other. From behind, Anne has a smile on her face.

William clutches his nose, squealing pathetically when he sees the blood rub off on his hands. “You’re all fucked up, all of you! Have fun rotting in hell.” He quickly opens the car door and jumps in, and they watch it speed away. But before it can too far, Miguel throws a rock at its rear.

“That’s right, run away, you coward!” he shouts after it.

“Daddy,” Y/n moves closer to her father and touches his arm. Eric gives her a soft smile, and suddenly she’s engulfing him in the tightest hug he’s received in years. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry for everything,” he says against her hair. She nods and wipes away the tears that have cascaded from his eyes. He motions to Harry, reaching out for his son. “There’s nothing I can say to take it all back, but I just hope that one day you guys can forgive me.”

“I’m so sorry too,” Anne comes forward, “we’re so sorry for doing the things we did. We should’ve handled the situation better.” Harry wraps an arm around his mum and kisses the top of her head. “Seriously, you two should have never broken up in the first place. Harry, I saw how miserable you were when she left. I’m sorry we did that to you.”

“Aw, and I’m sorry for calling you both terrible parents,” Miguel adds, and launches himself around Harry’s waist.

“Excuse me?” Anne questions, eyebrows rising to her hairline.

“It was a long time ago, before I knew what delightful people you two are,” he explains. “Yay, group hug!”

***

It’s nearly midnight when they arrive back to Harry’s flat. Miguel, who is thoroughly exhausted and stuffed with Anne’s cooking, retires to the guest room and bids the couple a goodnight.

The smile hasn’t wiped itself off of Y/n’s face since she watched her dad punch William earlier today. Seeing William quiver in fear, now that is one for the books. Harry notices her amusement and pulls her towards him by the waist. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just happy,” she wraps her arms around his neck. “Everything is falling into place. I don’t have to go back to New York, Mum and Dad are onboard with our relationship, and now we’re roomies!” she giggles. “I think we just crossed everything off the list.”

He leans in and kisses her softly, pulling her flush against him. “Hmm, I think we forgot something,” he murmurs into her mouth. Y/n pulls away and raises a confused eyebrow at him. “I promised you that I would put a ring on your finger.”

“Harry…” she covers over her mouth when he gets on one knee.

“Didn’t expect to do this tonight, but with everything that’s happened today–– don’t even have the ring yet, but I can’t think of a more perfect time,” he starts. “I fell in love with you when I was six years old, and eighteen years later I’m still crazy about you. You mean everything to me, hell, you are my everything.” The tears begin to pool in her eyes, and he reaches up to wipe them away, mumbling for her not to cry. “And not even the six years of separation or stupid snobby boyfriend can change how much I love you. Y/n, I love you so much and all I want is to have a life with you and to have little bubs of our own. Because, baby, you’re it for me.” His heart is pounding, but in the best way possible. Now he too has tears falling down his cheeks. Y/n stands there, ready to give her answer. He doesn’t even need to ask her because he’s all she’s wanted her entire life.

“Be my Mrs. Styles?”

***

A/N: 👀Only one more part left! What did you all think? Have we forgiven Eric and Anne completely? And let’s all welcome Miguel into the family!

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tyrellsimsoficeandfire · 7 years ago

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@treason-and-plot: Anyone who doesn't appreciate books is a complete tool.

I totally agree!!!! I mean, he is presented with one of the most valuable and rare books and he FUCKING destroys that piece of history!!!!!!! I hate such people.

@dreamywritingdragon: So many details!Margeary’s dress is gorgeous! And poor Sansa, looking so distress :/ I love Leonette and Garlan being absolute sweet lovebirds :) and I’m pretty sure Oberyn is whispering very dirty things in Ellaria’s ear…:p

I’m so happy you noticed all these details!!!!!!!! I always put some book characters in there. Not just our favourites you noticed! I’m happy you recognized Garlan and Leonette (My favourite couple). Not quite visible are also Qyburn, Lord Redwyne and the Kettleblacks.

@andantezen: Gorgeousness! So many different expressions telling of different moods in the same event!!

Thank you! I know that I put too much effort into such scenes. But I think it would be boring and unrealistic if everyone is just standing in the same pose. I didn’t think about it before,but you are right! I really managed to show perspectives of different characters.

@lifeasasim: I love this ;_______;

@treason-and-plot: This is epic in every sense. Bravo! 🤗

@murfeelee: Yaaass Queen.

Thank you! As Joffrey says: “A royal wedding is history” and I wanted to show this!

@andantezen: to enlarge your pictures, and dwell in their details... I can never get enough, I can never praise your artistry enough!

You are too nice! But I think that tumblr somehow destroys my picture’s quality. Enlarge them sometimes helps but on the app they still look blurry.

@acquiresimoleons: Very nicely done!

Thank you! A very minor scene I just felt the need to show for it gives clues about Joffrey’s true murderer.

@dreamywritingdragon: He's deeeeaaaddd!!! The Evil brat is dead! The evilest king that ever was, the ...crap, I don't remember the rest of the lyrics :p very nice scene, as always :3

Yess!!!!! Never was a real Joffrey-hater but his behaviour during the wedding made me angry AF. But I’m a bit sad for I found my Joffrey Sim quite handsome.

@treason-and-plot: Well that fills me with a nice sense of schadenfreude 😁

He got what he deserved! Millions of people worldwide felt like you!

@mentally-restless: yoooooooo where's Jeoffrey's outfit from?! (p.s magnificent scene as always ;) )

From Severinka’s medieval oriental set. I noticed that she might have converted a Joffrey armor from the GOT videogame.

@marfuhenka82: !!!!

@scipisims:XD!!!! Love it!!!!

Thank you! Lots of love to you <3

@andantezen:Another epic sequence! I have it opened on another tab, so I can check longer... So many characters in this scene, all beautifully dressed... I love how you use default patterns and make them look lush on the costumes... The care you put on their hairs and everything... Every time I have to think of the amount of careful work you put into these... Thank you, and know that I do enjoy and take my time appreciating these!

What a nice comment!!!!!! I always use the same patterns from basegame and I want to create some real medieval look. I have lots of households stored, so I don’t have to create new sims as background characters each time. The ladies-in-waiting (Green dresses) you’ll encounter more often in my posts. But you are right dressing my protagonists each time takes a lot of work. I love how you enjoy my pics and check out the details!

@andantezen: How many characters are there indeed in this scene? What was your biggest scene so far?

8 protagonists in my main household and around 30 extras in the background. My weddings and tourneys are the most populated scenes I do. I just feel a need to put that many sims there because real royal courts were crowded, as well. Unfortunately my games recently shows difficulties when it comes to mass scenes :(

@treason-and-plot: Breathtaking! ❤

@lifeasasim: He's frame!

He is indeed! Thanks for your comments.

@treason-and-plot: These screenshots are like oil paintings ❤

Thank you! I wasn’t sure if I could make a scene taking place in a dark dungeon looking stunning. But I think, here this effect mostly depends on lighting and the contrast their costumes create!

@andantezen: so dramatic, so beautiful! The warrior in black has such a great presence; even in daylight he looks so threatening!

He’s a monster indeed. I didn’t want to show his face to make him look more inhuman. His nickname is “The Mountain that rides”. Therefore, I placed him on a resizer all the time. Glad, my little tricks worked out!

@treason-and-plot: Well, that really sucks! :P

Bas Karma!

@treason-and-plot: Nothing against your gorgeously realised scenes but ick!!

Yes, they behave very strange (to say it nicely). Mainly Cersei is a real sociopath who can only have this incestuous relationship. Don’t judge me if I find it intriguing as element of storytelling. After years of GOT and loving Ancient Egypt, I’m used to incest. It doesn’t bother me anymore as long as it is consentual and presented as part of a story. I mainly did that scene to play with decoration, contrasts and lighting: Their golden hair, the naked bodies and those red candles create lovely pics, I think. And yet it is creepy to F*** your brother over your dead son’s body.

@mentally-restless: <3

@lifeasasim: :(

Lovely and sad at the same time!

@treason-and-plot: The lighting is spectacular in these shots 😍

Again, it was a problem to make a dark dungeon look beautiful. I placed lights very carefully, therefore to keep the dungeon atmosphere.

@treason-and-plot: I'm confused about Jaime. Is he a good guy? But how can someone who fucks his own sister be a good guy?

Many people despise him. He has done many bad things and has a reputation as oathbreaker. But he uses that to cover up the good things he does. He denies to see himself as the good guy: Everyone despises him for he murdered a king years ago and yet he didn’t tell anyone that he stopped that king from a planned mass murder. He does kind acts but disguises them with threats, he almost killed a child but saved a friend from rape... Things aren’t that easy with him. But I like his complex character.

He loves his dwarf brother very much and I think for him he is the good guy. But the story with the wife mentioned: At 13 Tyrion married a peasant girl. His father had her raped by his guards then sent her away. Jaime was forced to tell Tyrion she was a whore he just payed for being lovely to the dwarf.

#replies #sims 3 #ts3

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cloppyreads · 8 years ago

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Strawpoll: What story do you want to see next?

I’ll go ahead and list the choice here, but the link will be below, so you can vote after you’ve read them. Keep in mind, these are all placeholder titles, not the final titles of the works themselves:

Judy’s Mating Frenzy (NSFW/Comedy) -Judy’s in heat. And not just regular feeling a little extra frisky heat; an abnormally strong heat, one that clouds her mind and keeps her from carrying out the most basic of daily activities. It doesn’t matter how many times she masturbates or gets some loving from Nick, her urge to mate just seems to get stronger as the days go by. It’s up to Nick to find out what could be causing this abnormality before Judy’s sanity crumbles under her extreme arousal

Gary and Larry: Inmates--Buttmates (NSFW/Drama/Romance) -After the unveiling of Mayor Lionheart’s secret kidnappings of savage predators, wolf guards Gary and Larry get sentenced to prison as well. Life in prison is as bad as it can get, but when two best friends find a deeper connection with each other than they initially realized, they might find the strength to ride out the worst of times by covering each’s backs, as well as their fronts

Judy Meets Mrs. Wilde (NSFW/Comedy/Fluff) -A sequel to “Just Like Your Father”, Nick introduces his girlfriend Judy to his mother, Mrs. Olivia Wilde. Nick and his mother wish to keep the incestuous acts of their past a secret from Judy, but the rabbit is a little more astute than they give her credit for. Not only that, but she insists that they let her in on their fun as well.

Mrs. Wilde’s Bikini Burden (NSFW/Comedy/Humiliation/Public shenanigans) -Getting on in her years, Nick’s mother realizes she may be experiencing her last heat before she’s all dried up; and boy is this a strong one. It just so happens that she was invited to a day on the beach with Nick, Judy and a number of their friends & family. Against her better judgment (and seeking some attention subconsciously), Olivia wears a revealing swimsuit that might be a size too small for her, which ends up leading to quite the embarrassing situation.

Life Without Hopps (Teen/Sad/Tragic/Uplifting) -It’s strange. One moment, you’re loving life, feeling blessed that the right soul came along and turned you toward a brighter future. Then in one instance, one poor decision, they’re gone, and no amount of crying or mourning will ever bring them back. When you’ve been lifted up by your soulmate for so long, you hit the ground hard when you fall without their support. (this would be an AU story, since I would never ever EVER put something like that in my longstanding headcanon timeline)

Nick’s Daddy Dillema (Teen/Slice-of-Life/Fuzzy) -Nick’s enjoyed married life with Judy for half a year now, and things couldn’t be better... until Judy drops a bombshell of a question on him. “How do you feel about being a father?” Judy makes it clear that she won’t forsake Nick if he says no, but wants him to think hard about it before he makes a decision. Taking a day for himself, Nick considers his options, of whether he wants to enjoy his marriage with the woman he loves with just them two, or if he’s cut out to put up with the pitter-patter of pawprints running across their home. (If you’ve read two specific stories of mine, you know how this is going to end)

Zootopia/Kingdom Hearts (SFW/Action/Drama) -A retelling of the Zootopia movie plot, with Sora/Donald/Goofy in the mix (basically, what I’d want to see if KH3 or any other KH game had a Zootopia level). Various changes and a few twists to the script will take place to accommodate the style of the KH games, and to keep the reader from predicting every event that’ll take place. (Note that some events of what’s going on in the KH universe outside of Zootopia will remain somewhat vague, since KH3 hasn’t come out yet. It’ll mostly be focused on Zootopia stuff.)

WildeHopps Family Bonding (NSFW/Comedy/Fuzzy) -Nick and Judy’s son James is well into the age where hormones drive him to crave certain things. Instead of chasing after attractive peers his own age, James is expressing an urge for partners right at home. Nick and Judy will have to dig deep into their moral guidelines to ask themselves what’s right or wrong about giving their son what he desires from them both.

My Popular Parents (SFW/Comedy/Slice-of-Life) -James Jr. is attending middle school, and on his first day in history class, he’s surprised to see that his teacher is giving a lesson on how his parents Nick and Judy saved the city 15 years ago. His classmates lift him up to the pedestal of popularity when they learn he’s the son of some hometown heroes, and push him to introduce them to the legendary cop couple. James thinks it’s a good idea -- his parents? Not so much.

A Tail of Two Foxes (SFW/Romance/Tragic/Uplifting) -James Wilde is a fox down on his luck, just trying to make his dreams come true. Olivia Pawford a fox whose family taught her not to dream too big. On a chance meeting, the two decide to test the waters and see how far one is willing to go with the other. It turns out, the sky’s the limit when they find out they have a child on the way. Everything seems to be looking up for the two -- what could possibly go wrong? (though the story itself will be SFW, I will plan on making a one-shot chapter, detailing how James and Olivia’s night together when they conceived Nick)

So there you have it. Which story do you want to see? Let me know in the link below! http://www.strawpoll.me/12890619

#cloperella #fanfiction #zootopia #strawpoll #future fics #you decide #vote

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