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shadowuponstorm · 7 months ago

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Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter

A/N: I recently started watching One Tree Hill and when I searched it, I noticed it's rarely posted about on this platform. So, I thought "Why not write up something for it and be a part of those who want to keep it alive?". Hope you 'Ravens' enjoy! (I just wanted to mention, I love all the endgames! This is just another scenario separate from the show)

Summary: Coaching basketball for Tree Hill always seem to be first place on the list of Brian "Whitey" Durham's pride and joys, when it's in actually fourth place. The third place belongs to his son, Dale, the second for his granddaughter, and the first place is always reserved for Camila. When he gains custody of his granddaughter, he vows to always have her best interest at heart, even if it means warning his boys to stay away from her. What would happen if one of them breaks one of Coach's rules?

-4 YEARS AGO, WHITEY'S POV-

I was about to sit down to eat dinner when a knock came on the door. I grumbled as I tried to get out of my recliner, complaining that all I needed was peace and quiet. I opened the door to see two police officers standing there, with the lights on the squad cars still on.

"You Whitey Durham?" The officer on the left asked as I nodded my head and confirmed I was, "Your son, Dale, was in a car accident. I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that he didn't make it to the hospital."

Hearing those words, ripped a chunk of my heart out. "No, no, not my boy." I kept thinking over and over again, trying to stay upright.

"Thank you for coming all this way to tell me," I said to the officers as they nodded in understanding of my reaction to the shocking news I've been given, "H-have you informed his ex-wife? What about my granddaughter, was she with him?"

"Someone is going over there right now to tell her," The officer on the right responds, he then tells me, "As for your granddaughter, we have her in the back of the squad car. She wasn't in the accident with your son."

I sighed in relief as I looked past the cops' shoulders to see her just sitting there, looking devastated, and I couldn't blame her, she just lost her dad. I asked, "Is there any way you can allow her to stay with me? I mean, her mom lives pretty far from-"

"Oh, Mr. Durham, she isn't going to her mom. Social Services came by the hospital and explained to her that she was to live with you if something were to happen," the officer says as I see his partner go down the steps of my porch and get her out of the car.

"Why don't you go on in? I'll finish this up as quickly as I can," I told my granddaughter as she passed by me to enter the house.

After a few more minutes, the police left and I shut the door behind me to see Charlotte sitting on the couch, as quiet as she could be. She turned to look at me after hearing the door shut and whispered, "What am I going to do without my dad? I'm only 13."

"Oh, sweetheart," I said as I took a seat right next to her and pulled her into a hug, "I know this is going to be hard, but we'll get through this. That's what us Durhams do."

"I'm glad he and Grandma Camila are reunited at least," I hear Charlotte whisper as I tell her that was a good way of thinking.

I will do everything in my heart to keep her safe and protect her as best I can from harm's way.

-PRESENT, Charlotte's POV-

"Come on! Let's Go!" I hear Grandpa shout at the boys as I try to study on the bleachers, "Focus on practicing the plays, not showing off!"

I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes as I witness Tree Hill's star player, Nathan Scott, doing the exact opposite of what he was "asked" of. My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up to see a text from Haley.

Haley: "Hey, wanna study at Karen's cafe?"

I text back, "Have to ask Grandpa first, but that would be greatly appreciated!"

After I put my phone back down, I glanced back at the court to see Nathan looking in my direction and proceeded to wink at me. I looked around to see if Peyton was sitting nearby, but couldn't see her anywhere.

"Nathan, you got something in your eye son? If not, stop blinking!" Grandpa yelled as the other boys laughed and I shook my head.

I packed up my stuff and headed down the bleachers toward Grandpa to ask him, "Hey, Haley texted me asking if I wanted to study over at the cafe. Can I go?"

"Sure, go ahead," Grandpa said as he glanced his attention to me for a split second, "Stay safe and remember to keep your phone."

"Yes sir," I respond as I walk toward the exit, but not before turning my head to yell over my shoulder, "See you guys at the game!" prompting the guys to hoot and cheer, much to Grandpa's annoyance.

After I arrived at the cafe, I sent a quick text before opening the door to see Haley helping Karen out behind the counter.

"Oh hey sweetie," Karen says as she spots me walking in and putting my schoolbag on the counter, "Your grandpa's yelling was too much for you?"

I laugh at her little joke and respond, "I wish I could say I'm not used to it, but I'm used to it. He's stressed about the big game and Nathan was busy showboating. Speaking of Nathan, he did something strange."

"What did he do?" Haley asked as I pulled out my notes and textbooks, "Did he flirt with you?"

"Okay, one, you know my grandpa's rule about me fraternizing with his "boys" so flirting is out of the question as well as dating. Two, no, he winked in my direction, but Peyton wasn't on the bleachers or there."

"Hold on, you say he winked in your direction, but Peyton wasn't around?" Haley asked as I nodded my head, "Charlotte, he was winking at you."

"No, he wasn't," I respond skeptically as I look over at Karen, who has the "Yeah, he definitely winked at you" expression on her face, "There's absolutely no reason that Nathan Royal Scott, who is taken mind you, would want to wink at me."

"Why not? You're intelligent, funny, and such a beautiful girl," Karen says as Haley voices that she agrees with that.

"Nathan lives up to his father, which means, he is not going to go for the smart and nerdy girl, he's going for the pretty cheerleader," I respond before mentioning, "No offense to Peyton, she definitely rocks it."

"Well, believe me when I say this, something is going off in that boy's brain when you're around," Haley says as she grabs a biscotti from the jar.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Lucas asks from behind, making me jump a little, "Oh, sorry, thought you heard the door open."

"It's fine, we're good," I said as I turned my body in his direction, "Also, none of your business who we were talking about because it's nothing of importance."

"Nathan winked at her and she thought Peyton was nearby," Haley responded as I shushed her from going further than that information.

"Well, they're always breaking up and getting back together, so I didn't know," I said as Lucas nodded his head in understanding of my theory before mentioning, "He and Peyton have broken up for good."

"There, now you have a shot at becoming the star player's girlfriend," Haley says as I roll my eyes and remind her that I'm also the Coach's granddaughter, so there's a little to no possibility of that happening, "You never know, maybe Whitey will go soft at the fact you're finding love."

Despite doubt running through a loop in my mind, maybe Haley's right about this. Grandpa is always telling stories about how he and Grandma were soulmates in love, he would want me to have a similar experience.

-BASKETBALL GAME-

"Hey Charlotte, if we win this game, how about we grab some dinner together?" I hear Tim shout at me, making me roll my eyes and yell back, "In your dreams! Now focus before he chews off your head or worse, benches you for the rest of the game."

I could've sworn I saw a little smile on Grandpa's face when he heard me rejecting Tim's offer. After my dad's passing 4 years ago, it was in writing that Grandpa was to get full custody of me since my mother wasn't acting like an actual mother and being reckless with everything regarding money, drugs, and especially men. It was honestly the best decision my father made because he didn't want me to be exposed to the fact my mom put those first instead of my health and well-being. I understand why the "Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter" rule is in place, but doesn't help when most of the boys are actually really nice.

"Hey Charlotte!" I heard someone shout and I looked to see who it was, "Down here!

I turned my head in the direction of the voice to see it was Martin McFadden, or what he likes to be called, Mouth.

"What Mouth?" I asked as I walked down the bleachers to his spot, "Did you need extra help with something?"

"No, it's not that, here," Mouth says handing me a folded-up piece of paper, and before I can ask, he mentions, "If your grandpa asks, just say it's my number so we can keep in touch in case we're working on something."

"Got it," I respond as I put the paper in my pocket and head back to my spot on the bleachers, with part of me itching to want to read the note now.

-AFTER BASKETBALL GAME-

As always, the Ravens kicked ass and my grandpa gained another win to his record. Grandpa and I were on our way home when he asked, "What was that kid giving you? The one with the big lips."

I laughed a little before saying, "His name is Martin, but he goes by Mouth as a nickname. He just wanted to give me his number for his phone in case we're to be working together on a project."

"You sure it isn't a love note? It was folded up pretty good," Grandpa responded as a little joke, prompting me to shake my head.

"No, just a friendly communication between the sportscaster and the granddaughter of the coach," I say as Grandpa parked the car in front of the house.

After dinner had been eaten and dishes cleaned, Grandpa went into the den to watch TV in his favorite recliner as I went into my room. I pulled the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to see a very recognizable handwriting, Nathan.

"Hey, I know this is not ideal, but you know, your grandpa has that rule of his set in stone and I don't want to be benched for the rest of the season. Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxxx, in case you want to talk or text."

I chuckle at how bold this boy is, using his friend to give me this note and bypassing my grandpa's rule. I pull out my phone and text the number, "If this is a prank, I very much don't appreciate that."

Nathan: As fun as that sounds, it's not. Guess you got my note ;)

Me: You know very well I did, it happened right in front of you, and you also had Mouth help you. Good game today.

Nathan: Thanks, that wink was towards you by the way.

I looked at my phone screen in confusion before texting back, "I know, you texted it to me just now."

Nathan: No, I mean earlier. You were looking around like it was meant for someone else.

Me: Can we switch over to a phone call?

Nathan: Wouldn't Whitey overhear you?

I closed my phone and put it in my pocket as I left my room to head towards the den.

"Hey, is it alright if I go for a night bike ride? I won't be gone long," I said as Grandpa nodded his head, "I have my phone on me."

"Stay safe, love you," Grandpa shouts as I yell, "Love you too."

After I shut the door behind me, I started biking down the road that goes toward the River Court. I pulled my phone out and called Nathan as I leaned my bike against the bleachers. He answered on the first ring and said, "So what excuse did you give?"

"Har har, very funny, I gave him an honest one. He's used to me doing rides at night, as long as I'm not out too late," I respond as I hear Nathan laugh, "What? I'm serious, I've never broken any of his ground rules, as of now."

"What a way to break the old man's heart, betrayal," Nathan said as I rolled my eyes and rebutted, "At least I'm always on his good side."

"Touche, question, why were you looking around when I winked at you?" Nathan asked as I ran my hand over my face and groaned.

"It's embarrassing," I respond as Nathan hits me with a "Try me."

After I took a breath, I said, "I thought Peyton was around, so when you winked at me, I looked to see if it was for her since she's usually your girlfriend."

Nathan laughs a little before saying, "We do break up a lot, don't we? Yeah, we're done for this time. Don't worry, that's not something to be embarrassed about."

"Jeez thanks, Scott," I respond jokingly before pulling my phone away from my ear to see the time, only have 15 more minutes before I have to start biking home.

"How much longer do we have on this call?" Nathan asked and before I could ask how he knew, he said, "I heard you pull the phone away."

"We have 15 more minutes before I have to bike home," I respond before I hear his voice change when he asks, "I'm sorry? Did you say bike?"

"Yeah, I thought I mentioned that," I said before clarifying, "I don't have a car yet and I think we both know how my grandpa feels about your dad, so there's no way my car is coming from him."

"Yeah, probably best if you don't," Nathan agrees as I add in, "Sorry, know he's your dad and all, but he can sometimes be an ass."

"Oh no, feel free, I feel the same way," Nathan responds as I start to feel bad about the way how unhappy he is talking about Dan.

To change the topic, I asked, "So, what's the real reason you wanted to talk to me?"

"Just to get to know you, the real you. You know, finally know your personality, not just the fact you happen to be related to my basketball coach," Nathan responds as I feel the inside of my body warm up and blush.

"Didn't know Showboater Scott actually had a heart," I say sarcastically as Nathan laughs and mentions, "Just takes the right person to make it skip a beat."

"I really should get back before Grandpa sends a search party, I'll see you tomorrow," I respond as Nathan agrees and tells me goodnight.

After I told him goodnight back, I closed my phone and started biking back up the road. I entered the house to look into the den to see Grandpa snoring and see the TV was playing a video of an old Ravens game. I grabbed a blanket to cover him up and I kissed him on the forehead to whisper, "Goodnight, Grandpa."

My phone buzzed to signal a text came through as I entered my bedroom, I pulled it out to see Nathan texted me.

"Had to tell you goodnight again, hope your dreams are sweet and have me in them ;)"

I laughed before putting my phone on charge and getting dressed for bed. Maybe tomorrow will bring something more into my life.

-TOMORROW-

"Have a good day today, I'll see you later," Grandpa says as we both exit the car and head toward the school.

After I told Grandpa to have the same, I headed toward my locker to see Tim leaning against it. I thought to myself, "Great, another day to reject his advances, again."

"What do you want Tim?" I asked as I stopped in front of him and shoved his shoulder to get him to move, "And get off my locker."

"Just thought I'd try to serenade you to go out with me, no one can resist my charm," Tim says smugly like he thinks he'll be successful in his attempt today.

Before I can say something, I hear someone say, "Tim, she's never going out with you, so stop. Besides, Turner's looking for you, it looks like you're in trouble as always."

"Aww man, I gotta hide," Tim nervously says as he bolts down the hall and keeps looking in all directions to try to avoid our principal.

I turned around to see Nathan standing there with a smile on his face.

"Clever, is Turner really looking for him?" I asked as Nathan shook his head and said, "Nope, thought I'd save a damsel in distress."

I open my locker to get my textbooks before saying, "I could have handled it myself, but thank you. I swear he just never gives up."

"Yeah, that's Tim for you," Nathan responds as I laugh, "Did you make it home in time? You didn't respond to my text."

"I did, thanks for being concerned. I did get your text, was nice," I said as he plastered an "I take offense to that" expression as a joke and whispered, "How dare you? I worked on that text for hours."

"Fine, it was funny, better?" I respond as Nathan nods and looks around for who I assume is my grandfather to make sure he isn't nearby before he leans in, "I really enjoyed our phone call, we should do it again."

The school bell rings and everyone starts rushing the hallways, causing my attention to be distracted and when I looked back, he was gone. So I pulled my phone out to text him, "We should."

I entered class to take my seat and the teacher started teaching his material when I saw a folded piece of paper get thrown on my desk. I looked towards the person who put it there and they shrugged their shoulder, meaning they were only told to give it to me. I started to unfold the paper when the teacher called my name.

"Yes sir?" I asked as he glanced toward the paper in my hand and asked what I had in my hand, "I'm not sure, I was given this just now."

I handed it to him after he asked for it, knowing he believed me since he knew I was not the type of student to break school rules, opening it to see what it said, before folding it back up.

"Sir, isn't it your rule to read notes aloud?" I hear a student asks before the teacher responds, "Yes, but in this case, I'm not going to."

"Not fair to the other times you did it," Another student says before the teacher looks at me with a somber expression and apologizes before he unfolds the paper to read what it said.

"Charlotte, you should wipe your existence off Planet Earth because of how ugly you are, no wonder your daddy is dead and your mommy didn't care to want you."

My stomach dropped and my veins turned cold hearing those words,

"I-I-" I tried to say but sentences weren't forming in my brain nor connecting with my mouth, "I can't."

I suddenly grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know I was going outside the school until I was actually outside, standing on the sidewalk.

"I can't stay here, I don't want anyone to see me like this, especially Grandpa," I kept thinking over and over in my head.

I walked back into the school and towards Turner's office, who was surprised to see me.

"Charlotte, how can I-. Is everything alright?" He asked as I shook my head and told him, "I'm feeling sick and can't stay for the rest of the day. Do you mind telling my grandpa I went home?"

"Of course, hope you feel better soon," Turner says after I thanked him and left the office towards the parking lot to grab my bike.

After I biked home, I got in the house and that's when I finally decided to let out a scream and started sobbing, where no one could hear or see me this way. I've been bullied like this a lot by Rachel, and no one knows about it, not even Grandpa. I don't know why she's doing it, she's only been in Tree Hill for a few months. "I wish she would just stop."

I went into my bedroom and practically slammed my whole body onto the bed to grab a pillow to hold. I must've fallen asleep for a few hours because my phone buzzed with a text and I looked at the screen name to see it was Nathan.

"Hey, where were you? All the guys asked Whitey and he said you'd gone home sick."

Me: I did. A bug must be going around and I caught it.

Nathan: You looked fine this morning so I know that's a lie. What's going on?

Me: Nothing, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be practicing?

Nathan: Practice is over, didn't you see the time?

I looked at the time to see it was 5:30, which meant Grandpa would be home in an hour or so from mingling with his friends.

Me: Didn't realize, oops. Sorry, I had to miss seeing Grandpa yell at you guys.

Nathan: I need to hear your voice, phone call?

I sighed and tried to make my voice sound like I hadn't been crying before pressing the call button.

"Hey, how did practice go?" I say with a hint of crackling in my voice, which I silently curse that I let it slip

"About how it is sometimes, are you really okay?" Nathan asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I might've just caught what's been going around. I'll be fine," I said as I heard a car door shut nearby, "Shoot, Grandpa's home early, I'll talk to you later."

After Nathan and I said our goodbyes, I made it look like I'd been sleeping since I got home. The door creaks open as Grandpa's footsteps enter my room and they stop as he sees my appearance. I hear him set down something on my desk and walk over to kiss my forehead to whisper, "Hope you feel better sweetheart, whether the bully is getting to you or you're actually sick."

I open my eyes to see a soup container and by the smell, it's from Karen's cafe, which means it's bound to be delicious. First, I need to talk to Grandpa, so I exit my bedroom to enter the den.

"Listen, I'm really sorry-" I started to say before Grandpa stopped me and said, "I know, your teacher got worried so he came to see me and showed me the nasty note. Then Turner came and told me you left because you weren't feeling good."

"Does that mean I'm barred from going to the next game?" I asked as Grandpa shook his head and told me the skipping class rule doesn't apply to me, "I promise, it's a one-time thing."

"Oh really? So, you're not going to skip class even if Nathan asks you to?" Grandpa asked, making my eyes widen in shock, and before I could ask, he said, "I see the way he looks at you, and I admit, maybe my rule is a little harsh."

"It's not, I understand why," I responded as I mentioned, "He doesn't know about the note or the bullying. This is all recent."

"Well, you outta tell him, he was worried about you when he didn't see you in the bleachers," Grandpa said as I sighed and responded, "I know, I just- I don't know why I'm allowing their words to hurt me."

"Those words hurt me too, seeing those awful things said to part of my whole world, hit me in the core," Grandpa said as I went to sit on the sofa, "You know your daddy loved you so much, loved you to the point he thought of the world of you and ensured you'd be with me as well as protected."

"I know, and I appreciate him for that. The mom part though, struck a chord since it's true, she loves those things more than me," I mention as Grandpa shakes his head yes, "At least I have the best parental figure take her place, because it makes me miss her less."

"Now you're just pulling my leg," Grandpa says to try to make me laugh. I shout, "I'm not! I'm serious."

"I know, just wanted to see that smile of yours, which I hope you've been showing Nathan," Grandpa responds as I blush and say, "We just started recently talking on the phone, but you can say he has since I have a tiny crush on him."

"As much as I don't like the fact he broke my rule, I'm glad," Grandpa said as he smiled and mentioned, "He'll be excited to see you back in the bleachers."

-BASKETBALL GAME-

I sighed, trying to keep the butterflies at bay, before pushing open the door to the gym to enter the basketball game. I looked up at the scoreboard to see the Ravens are winning by 5, hopefully making Grandpa pleased.

"Hey Charlotte, glad to see you're feeling better," I hear Peyton say to me as I walk near the cheerleaders, causing me to turn my head and respond, "Thanks, Peyton."

Before I even passed by the cheerleaders fully, I heard from behind me, "You look like you need a good purging, why don't you go into the bathroom real quick?". Rachel, she's on the squad?? I decided to ignore her and keep walking, but she apparently didn't like that because the next thing that came out of her mouth was, "Hey fatty, did you hear what I said to you?"

"Rachel, stop," Brooke said, genuinely worried, "Don't you realize who you're speaking like that to?"

"Oh I don't care that her grandpa is some big-shot coach, doesn't excuse the fact she looks like that. Probably why her parents didn't want to be near her," Rachel responds with a smug look on her face.

Before I could turn around and call her out on her disgusting behavior, I heard Nathan shout, "That is enough!" causing the whole gymnasium to be quiet.

"Oh come on, you know it's true," Rachel says as if she believes Nathan is on her side and will get the others to join in.

"No, it is not. And you have no right to speak to her like that," Nathan responds as he inches forward, "Ever since you came to Tree Hill, you've been acting like a real bitch to Charlotte, who has never done anything to you. Despite what you've done to her, she remained silent because she knew what it would mean if she spoke up."

"It's not like I'm going to get in trouble for this," Rachel says as Turner speaks up, "Rachel, we know it was you who wrote that note to Charlotte, we'll be discussing your punishment."

When Rachel turns to look at me, she had pissed written all over her face. "You are so fake! People need to know the truth about the real you." Rachel shouts, looking desperate for attention to be on her.

"She's not fake," Nathan says as he moves to be closer to me, "She has a heart of gold, she's kind to everyone around her, she's so smart, she's funny when she thinks she isn't, and doesn't pay any notice if someone is admiring her from afar."

"Nathan, I-" I started to say, fear of my grandpa's rule creeping in when he said, "He gave me permission, it's okay." He took my hand in his and squeezed it in comfort before whispering, "Now, you have another person in your life to love."

I looked up into his eyes to see sincerity swimming in them before I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. I felt him wrapping his arms around my midsection and picking me up, causing everyone to cheer and hoot. Meanwhile, Rachel stormed off with a fuss, but no one was paying attention to her. I pull away before whispering against his lips, "Now go kick some ass, boyfriend."

"Not a problem, girlfriend," Nathan said as he put me down and I smiled as I watched him run back onto the court.

I looked over to see my grandpa smiling back at me and I gave him the thumbs up before going to my seat next to Haley.

-WHITEY'S THOUGHT-

"Camila and Dale, you would be really happy and proud of our girl. She's doing amazing and found herself the best boy I'd imagine she falls in love with and he treats her like she deserves to be treated. Keep watching over us and blessing us with what we need most.

#nathan scott #nathan scott imagines #nathan scott fanfic #one tree hill #one tree hill imagine #one tree hill oneshot #nathan scott oneshot #james lafferty

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doe-earth-n · 9 days ago

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Plotlines/Future ideas regarding selected characters, my goals for the characters

Duncan MacLeod - He will basically have a focus almost like he did towards the end of the series

Richie Ryan - Angst City will best describe my plans for him. Plus, it'd also be inspiration from what happened with Rick in "Dynasties" and Jeri in Digimon Tamers after she lost Leomon. You'll see what I mean. After he overcomes the ordeal, he becomes a part of the Defenders.

Amanda - she's going to have involvement in the Bridge story and The Raven Retold (she was the lead in the actual Highlander: Raven series)

Rick and Jedda - they're a part of the Netherworld royal family. Rick has premonition power from his fateful visit to the Hall of Wisdom and becomes part Quasanite.

Marina Lemartin - Yes, that Marina from "The Ransom of Richard Redstone". I plan to have her as Mandrake's niece but she's not Richie's love interest.

The Phantom - He has interactions with Amanda as @james5-doe pointed out and develops a relationship with Queen turned Empress Hadea.

Mandrake the Magician - he will have a relationship with Atascadero and work on his relationship with his long lost daughter Amy and his son Kshin.

Either Kshin or LJ will get to work in the Watchers field.

The Bat Family - How could I forget them? Nightwing and Oracle have a relationship. The Batgirls and Birds of Prey have some focus.

The Gordons - Flash Gordon and his family are related to the Gordons of Gotham City. Explains the genius side. I might write a Christmas story set during the Season 5 arc. Flash Gordon not only has a hard time dealing with his son Rick moving to the Netherworld but before that, losing Dale's essence and Dynak to save Rick after an incident with Brainiac. April has similar issues there.

Joe Dawson and Methos - these guys are essentially a package deal almost. You'll see them post - DCH, possibly as honorable Defenders.

Harley Quinn - more or less an anti hero, trying to overcome her past with the Joker.

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pronouns page [it has more on my names and preferred terms and labels and such]

spotify [i am an addict and it's a problem, i have over 4,000 liked songs and 400 playlists]

uquiz masterlist [for all my uquizzes that i've made]

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fandom specific stuff

ever after high: maddie hatter, darling charming, chase redford, lizzie hearts, alistair wonderland, briar beauty, cerise hood, raven queen, rapple, dapple, huntlynn, dexven, lizziexmaddie, kittyxlizzie, hopperxbriar, lizziexdarig, ravenxcerise, maddiexkitty, ravenxmaddie, aroace maddie

marauders: james potter, pandora ollivander, regulus black, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, xeno lovegood, minerva mcgonagall, poppy pomfrey, jily, jegulus, jegulily, wolfstar, pandalily, pandamarylily, marylily, dorlene, minervaxpoppy, platonic jily, platonic prongsfoot, platonic moonwater

osemanverse: [i've read everything] charlie spring, olly spring, darcy olsson, elle argent, nellie, tori spring, michael holden, aled last, frances janvier, bliss lai, lister bird, georgia warr, sunil jha, rooney bach, narlie, taoelle, tarcy, sprolden, daled, rowanxbliss, listerxjimmy, pipxrooney, sunilxjason, qpr georgiaxroony, platonic charliexelle, qpr sprolden, qpr francesxaled

riordanverse: percy jackson, annabeth chase, piper mclean, leo valdez, reyna ramirez arellano, will solace, hazel levesque, rachel dare, magnus chase, alex fierro, mallory keen, tj, sally jackson, percabeth, pipabeth, shelper, theyna, solangelo, frazel, fierrochase, platonic percyxpiper, platonic leoxannabeth, platonic piperxleo, platonic willxrachel

stranger things: el hopper, will byers, max mayfield, lucas sinclair, robin buckley, steve harrington, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, jim hopper, byler, elmax, elumax, lumax, ronance, steddie, jargyle, jopper, platonic stobin, platonic madwheeler, platonic elmike, willel twims

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favourite music stuff

[i also listen to classical music and soundtracks]

artists: taylor swift, conan gray, alec benjamin, anson seabra, one direction, olivia rodrigo, lovelytheband, cavetown, girl in red, harry styles, 5 seconds of summer, louis tomlinson, why don't we, ajr, the neighbourhood, panic at the disco, all time low, fall out boy, arctic monkeys and set it off

songs: wonderland by taylor swift, august by taylor swift, dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift, the great war by taylor swift, champagne problems by taylor swift, the exit by conan gray, jigsaw by conan gray, broken by lovelytheband, devil town by cavetown, we made it by david hugo, walked through hell by anson seabra, come close by anson seabra and youth by troye sivan

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finally, to end this long-ass post [that may or may not have took me an hour to make], here are some reminders :]

please drink some water, stay hydrated!

please eat some food, even if your brain thinks your body doesn't deserve it

sleep if it is past 10pm or before 7am xx

go to the bathroom, if you need to

have a shower, if you need to and can /nf

brush your teeth/hair, if you need to and can /nf

take a break, relax, if you have been working for a while

slow progress is still progress

healing/recovery isn't linear, there will be good days ad bad days

you are loved <3 if not by anyone, but me

it will get better, somehow, even if you don't believe it

please stay safe y'all, ilysm xx

#intro post #rwtr mecore #rwtr asks #rwtr ask games #rwtr writing #rwtr music #rwtr tag games #rwtr sideblogs #rwtrs loves #last edited 20.03.2023

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singeratlarge · 9 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Desi Arnaz, Benedict of Nursia, Moe Berg, Ed Bournemann, Dale Bozzio, Larry Carlton, Karen Carpenter, John Cowsill, Daniel Craig, John Cullum, Eddie “Lockjaw” Davis, Maxwell Street, Jimmy Davis, Becky G, Rory Gallagher, John Gardner, Mikhail Gorbachev, Laird Hamilton, Sam Houston, Bryce Dallas Howard, John Irving, Jennifer Jones, Léon Jongen, Jon Bon Jovi, Orrin Keepnews, the 1933 film KING KONG, Papa Lightfoot, BarBara Luna, Madonna’s 1989 single “Like a Prayer,” Chris Martin, Gates McFadden, drummer-producer Tony Meehan (The Shadows), Method Man, Wolfgang Muthspiel, Lauraine Newman, Jay Osmond, Ethan Peck, Elvis Presley’s 1956 single “Lawdy Miss Clawdy,” Luke Pritchard (The Kooks), Dottie Rambo, Red Saunders, Dennis Seaton (Musical Youth), Shostakovich’s 14th Symphony (1969), Bedřich Smetana, the 1995 musical SMOKY JOE’S CAFÉ, Ludovico Spontoni, the 1965 film SOUND OF MUSIC, composer-trumpeter Derek Watkins (James Bond films), Kurt Weill, Tom Wolfe, "Théo" Ysaÿe, and the creative provocateur, poet, and singer-songwriter Lou Reed. He was the principal songwriter for The Velvet Underground and his solo career spanned 5 decades.

Velvet Underground were not commercially successful but are now regarded as one of the most influential bands in the history of rock. Brian Eno said that everyone who heard the first VU album wanted to start a band. Reed had a deadpan voice that, for me, required forgiveness as singers go (though he did step up on occasion, particularly when he sung with The Blind Boys on THE RAVEN album). Eventually I connected with his noir fiction, transgressive “eyewitness reporting” lyrics and songcraft. He neither approved or disapproved of the subjects he sang about and, in the end, he just wanted to write catchy rock’n’roll. Over the years I’ve performed at least 6 Reed/VU songs—recording 2: “What Goes On” and “Sunday Morning,” on which I was joined by members of The Badlees (who did a splendid job in one afternoon). Reed himself commended our cover and promoted it on his website in the mid-90s. HB and RIP Lou.

#loureed #velvetunderground #sundaymorning #singersongwriter #bretalexander #thebadlees #blindboysofalabama #raven #edgarallenpoe #noirfiction #poet #guitarist #eyewitnessreport #johnnyjblair #singeratlarge #birthday

#johnny j blair #singer songwriter #music #singer at large #san francisco #pop rock #Lou Reed #Velvet Underground #birthday #The Badlees #noir fiction #Bandcamp

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saturnaftertaste · 1 year ago

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in light of all my bunkerposting i just thought of something really interesting. there’s a lot of talk always about how the town requires it’s residents to stay within city limits and when they try to leave they get acted upon by horrible things to make them return. and i personally, me, i LOVE thé alive town. alive town i love youuu 😘😘 but if you wanna make another leap, another little hop skip and jump, i give you narrator jughead and the case of coraline’s riverdale.

okay so we all love to dream about the town being alive, as in riverdale being alive, but at the crux of it all it is alive partially because it is powered by a real human being - narrator jughead - down in the BUNKER where he’s churning out story after story to keep the town + and his friends alive. interestingly, at the end of their highschool journeys (spiritually the end of s4 but was the start of s5) jughead first squats in the andrews’ house, and then in the bunker, until he leaves for iowa. he then ends up in NYC, writes his debut novel, and runs out of material almost immediately.

now, bear with me. canonically, jughead considers himself a narrator in all situations. the final scenes of s1 e2 have him say “it may have looked like there were four people in that booth tonight, but i was there, and i can tell you, there were only three. a blonde girl, a raven-haired girl, and the luckiest red-headed boy in the world.” we know for a fact that jughead was there. we know that jughead narrated all of riverdale, and that he was there to bear witness and write it all down later. but i present to you this: what if he was a narrator for the first four (+3 eps of s5) seasons, and then he assumed the position of author instead?

at the end of high school, once everyone has left, jughead is alone in the bunker. everyone else is off to college, cheryl has sequestered herself in thornhill, and all the parents — at least the ones that would care about jughead disappearing, (fp, fred, mary) have all left too. jughead tells us that at the end of summer, he leaves the bunker to go to iowa. but we only know this because HE said so. no one acknowledged his leaving, no one said goodbye or anything. my point is - if the bunker is a place where things go to die, and being dead is the only way to leave the story (ben button, ethel muggs in s7 e18) jughead never left the bunker -> he “died” -> he could leave the story and therefore narrate it.

let me explain. i always wondered why there were THREE jugheads in the jughead paradox instead of two, but if original!jughead never left the bunker, he started inserting himself as a character into his stories instead of previously assuming his narrator status in-story, so now you have original!jughead (in the bunker), character-dale!jughead, and eventually in s6, character-vale!jughead. character-dale!jughead goes to NYC, publishes a book about the events of riverdale that he narrates, and he IMMEDIATELY runs out of content. but why would that happen, you say. why would a guy writing out his own future nerf himself so bad. to that end, i say, the fucker was lonely.

think of the beldam from coraline. she exists in a pocket universe of her own making, in which you cannot go beyond the borders of the world she has created. my theory is that the real archie-ronnie-betty triangle never come back from wherever they are. toni and the other serpents staying in or coming back to riverdale is not really jughead’s concern, not until they’re needed for the story. think about how out-of-character character-dale!jughead himself behaves. the other three do what they want - betty is nancy drew irl, archie is sacrificing himself like always, and ronnie is back to being rich (and she seems flatter as a character than before, which, y know, interesting). jughead, however, who was incredibly passive about the barchie situation when it happened, is suddenly unloading massive amounts of anger on betty years after it happened. something says to me that’s original!jughead writing how he wished he’d handled it the first time around, the yelling and the name-calling and everything. and why else would we know so little about betty’s job beyond TBK? why is ronnie’s life never discussed fully in-depth? why do we not know what war archie is fighting in? doesn’t it make more sense that a boy who loved reading classic novels and watching tarantino films (and in my version, never left the bunker to read a newspaper) wrote the love of his life his best friend into a imagined war that resembles something from a movie set? all of archie’s dream sequences take place in riverdale, on the football field. we never SEE archie in active combat — at least, none that looks believable.

the town draws them all back, except, really, it’s jughead drawing them all back. why is hiram a big bad again, buying up the entire town like he was in season one? why is reggie “evil” when he was actually a close friend of archie AND veronica in s4? why are bee and vee fighting over archie again? the nana rose alien bodies plot, the cheryl building and re-building thornhill, polly being murdered, even? all of these events mirror, to some extent, the events and the characters of the earlier seasons. the boy who missed his friends so much, who roamed an empty town in his mind until he decided he couldn’t live without them anymore. he goes from narrator to author because he got dead, and then he got lonely, and all his characters harken back to an earlier age - cheryl burning down the house, hiram being a direct threat to archie when that peaked in s3, polly not being around for most of it and when she was, her being just motivation for betty to act (because that’s all jughead saw of her).

and that’s where the jughead paradox happens. that’s three jugheads, one for dale, one for vale, and one for the bunker outside of space-time. for all we know, the only thing left could be the bunker where ethel and him are writing the stories, and all that’s left of the real world is 1950s riverdale. do you ever notice how tabitha can come and go despite not being dead in the original timeline? how she stays by jughead even in his worst moments, something no one in his real life ever did for him (in his perspective, at least) ?

jughead exited the story via the bunker, the living coffin. maybe by accident, maybe on purpose. but when he couldn’t find his way back to the riverdale where he had people he loved, he started writing about one instead. maybe for his next book — but more likely, to power a universe where only the town exists. nothing else. if his friends can’t leave - assigned to riverdale FBI office, wall street reputation destroyed, town needs him to run every government service, percival’s curse trapping them in the path of THE COMET — they can’t leave him. the town is alive and is feeding on jughead’s stories, and jughead never wants to be left behind (in the bunker or otherwise) ever again. and what is a wish except a story where you get a happily ever after?

a/n: i dont actually like this theory all that much. i much prefer the town being alive and trapping them all. but i just thought of it and i had to write it down.

#i havent watched the last ep. but i have the riverdale buzz on the brain #riverdale #long post sorry #dawn rants

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librathefangirl · 1 year ago

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COMING SOON: A Libra NNT Analysis

It's happening people! We're in the final week of this semester's classes. Yay! 🥳 Which means I'll have more free time for what I want to do, including:

Answering the asks that's been in my inbox for weeks now.

Finishing that Meliodas' sleep headcanons post that @7-ratsinatrenchcoat encouraged me to actually write (it's coming! hopefully soon)

Getting back to writing and actually updating my ongoing fics! (as well as new ones because my wips list just keeps growing)

But that's not what this post is about. This is about my Meliodas' Demon Secret Breakdowns(?) (I haven't decided on what to call them yet). Some of you probably know this by now, but one thing I will talk about repeatedly is Meliodas' demon secret, especially in regards to the earlier seasons - you know, when it was still a secret. (For example, see here, here or here).

And that's what this series of posts will be about too. Me looking back at season 1 and 2 (and a bit of 3 as well) with Meliodas' demon secret in mind and just... overanalyzing/rambling about it. How does his secret actually develop/get revealed? How does actually knowing Meliodas' full truth change the way those earlier scenes play out??

Right now we're looking at a series of 8 parts (of varying lengths):

Part 1 - Pre-season 1, Meliodas' history from the curse and all the way up until the start of season 1. Key moments include: a demon-free Britannia, Meliodas' immortality, Danafor, coming to Liones, and what the fuck do each of the Sins actually know?

Part 2 - Season 1 part 1, episode 1 through 13 (Introduction, Forest of White Dreams, Baste Dungeon, Capital of the Dead and Vaizel Fight Festival arcs). Key moments include: Meliodas' immortality (again), Dalmary, and Vaizel.

Part 3 - Season 1 part 2, episode 14 and 15 (Armor Giant arc). Key moments include: Dale, and - yeah, Dale. That's it. It's all about Dale. (There's just so much symbolism to unpack there).

Part 4 - Season 1 part 3, episode 16 through 24 (Kingdom Infiltration arc). Key moments include: the Coffin of Eternal Darkness, Ban and the goddess, the red and gray demons, and Hendrickson.

Part 5 - Signs of Holy War + Season 2 part 1, Signs of Holy War and season 2 episode 1 through episode 12 (Post-Kingdom Infiltration, Albion, Istar, and (part of) Ravens arcs). Key moments include: Ban Vs Meliodas, the goddess in the horn, Gowther's reveal, the Albion and Ten Commandments, and Istar.

Part 6 - Season 2 part 2, episode 13 through 24 (Ravens, Great Fight Festival, and Defensive Battle for Liones arcs). Possibly some season 3 episodes as well? Key moments include: Great Fight Festival, Meliodas Vs the Ten Commandments, Meliodas' death, Meliodas' resurrection, Meliodas Vs Fraudrin, and post Meliodas Vs Fraudrin.

Part 7 - Meliodas and Ban, from first meeting up through season 3 episode 1.

Part 8 - Meliodas and King, from first meeting up through season 3 episode 7 (up through the Memories of the Holy War arc).

#wrote this because i'm too anxious to sleep (these next days will be brutal)#libra talks #upcoming analysis #meliodas' demon secret #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #meliodas nnt #ban nnt #fairy king harlequin

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fizzytoo · 1 year ago

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wanted to thank you for bringing dimension 20 into my life i've done nothing but live and breathe their campaigns since <33

i finished a crown of candy and the first season of the unsleeping city (the covid format of the second season is making it harder for me to fucus, so i'm delaying it) and i started neverafter today. i'm dying to hear all your thoughts, so if you don't mind writing 300 pages i'd love to read it <3 here are a couple of mine:

liam is everything to me, i love him i am him and personally i would have went way harder on the ppl who killed (spoiler); i have a crush on emily, but i'm guessing so does everyone else?; sophia and dale the only straight couple i care about <3; i need a pete lookbook like i've never needed anything else; wally is the most character ever; don confetti's voice is everything to me; the people who make the sets are superhuman and if i was in a group chat with ricky it could cure me

ps i can't watch the ravening war bc i'm pirating it and have to wait for the season to end, so i can't talk about that yet <33

GOD acoc had me in PIECES when it came out. the fandom was (and still is) in shambles over calroy and amethar’s potential unsaid past romantic relationship. the amount of sexy cake fanart i witnessed was crazy. i wish you were there 😞 i love every character lou plays, he’s just so me. acoc was also the first time d20 had major character deaths AAAAAA. i was broken </3 i loved everyone from the major cast but my favorite character was my hot pirate cheese wife captain annabelle cheddar 🧎 brennan loves a sexy masc woman I SWEAR. every d20 season there’s one

every sofia and dale interaction made me ball up and CRY. they’re just so perfect for each other. GOD WHEN YOU FINISH SEASON 2 ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ probably the most i’ve ever cried during a d20 season. pete gets even better in s2

haven’t started neverafter 🧍🏽 i heard it was heartbreaking and i’m not ready.

also idk if you know this but emily and murph are married! they have a separate dnd podcast called not another dnd podcast (naddpod) where murph is the dm. sometimes they have the d20 cast guest star. super fun and it’s free, but not actual play!

other seasons of d20 i’d recommend are fantasy high (it’s 2 seasons and it has 2 spin-off series: the seven and pirates of leviathan. brennan’s wife, izzy, is among the cast of the seven!), tiny heist, and starstruck odyssey (based off a comic series of the same name that brennan’s mom wrote in the 80s).

#fantasy high s1 is free on their youtube #i need to find time to watch neverafter and the ravening war #*fizzyanswers

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cicidarkarts · 2 years ago

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Blood Defied - 3: Vitriol and Venom

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Leave it to Professor Sharp to make their weekend difficult. During his Thursday class, he put students into teams to collect potion ingredients near the school grounds. When Ominis’ name was called to be sorted, Credence looked over at him hopefully. She slumped when he was paired up with Samantha Dale (who smiled uneasily into her textbook). Still, it was hard to complain about getting Sebastian as a partner.

The teams conferred in the muggy heat of their well-used potion stands. Despite the purplish glow of sticky, choking smog, Sebastian looked unshaken and calm as he approached.

"Hey partner," he said, their list in hand. "Look over the list yet?" "Yeah, but I have no idea where to get all this stuff. I guess Professor Sharp expects us to know the area a bit better than I do." "Not to worry, I know this place well. You're in good hands." "Then we should get started Friday afternoon. Get it over with as soon as we can." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Ugh, I would get stuck with the overachiever. Can't we procrastinate, just a little?" "And ruin my reputation as a wet blanket? No way. Friday afternoon." "Fine. Slave driver."

Friday was best for her, as one of her slower days, with only a couple morning classes alongside Hufflepuffs. Ominis had Regalian down to a T. She would feel the piercing presence of his dark, bagged eyes at her back, but he always looked away the moment she took notice. Regalian wound up getting mud all over his coiffed raven hair during their Beasts lesson—thanks to one particularly vitriolic kneazle—to which Credence forced down her laughter. No need to keep stoking that fire.

During lunch, she took her food and headed into her dorm. She had the urge to pen a letter to her mother. The silence on her mother’s end all month stabbed at her heart, and though the sting of betrayal sat heavy on her skin, she wanted to reach out. She was sure her grieving mother was glad to have Credence out of her hair, glad to be rid of the reminder of America’s wars.

So she wrote only about Ominis and Sebastian, Crossed Wands (which she simply referred to as her "extracurricular activity"), and her difficult coursework. Though she tried not to let her distress come through her writing, she signed the letter as—

Sincerely, Credence

Anything more felt too forced. Clammy hands sent the letter off with a school owl, alongside the hope that their relationship could be mended.

Afterwards, she grabbed her backpack and met up with Sebastian at their agreed spot in the South courtyard. He'd been sitting on one of the benches there with a book in hand, waiting. When he saw her approaching, he closed the thick tome and stowed it in his backpack.

"Hey, slowpoke," he said, standing to greet her. "Decided to join me?" "I'm on time, you're just freakishly early." "Or maybe you're freakishly punctual." "Well, we're both gonna freakishly fail Sharp's class if we don't get a move on." "All right, all right."

They headed along a rickety bridge that overlooked the lake below. The mossy wood creaked, like it could collapse at any moment if magic hadn’t been holding it up. Sebastian couldn't have given it less of a thought as he glanced over their list again.

"Horklump, toadstools, Lacewing flies—all stuff that's not too far. We should be in and out in about an hour." "Trying to get rid of me?" "What? No way. You’re stuck with me now. Actually, I was thinking of handcuffing us together." "That is the most perverted thing you've ever said to me." "The most perverted thing so far,” he said, winking. "Please don't."

Throughout their trek, Sebastian showed off his knowledge of the area. He told her of various landmarks, knew where certain animals liked to hide, and found a swarm of Lacewing flies with ease. They stashed their filled mason jars in their backpacks. He pointed out quite a lot of locations, even ones off the beaten path.

“That way’s home to a bunch of thornback spiders. Best not to go there, unless you like spiders—” “I do.” “You would. Oh, and that down there is the Groundskeeper’s hut. Our horklumps are on the beach just behind it.”

He took her down a pathway that was almost hidden—it jutted off to the left and was covered with thick bushes and rocks, but the cleared dirt path made walking single-file easy. A man in black stood upon the sandy shores, overlooking the bright lake. He was difficult to miss, haloed in the orange glow of the afternoon sun reflecting off the water.

“That’s Mr. Moon,” said Sebastian. “He’s a little… Odd. But he’s a good man.” Sebastian called out, "Hello, Mr. Moon."

Mr. Moon’s attention turned to them. He was an older man with black hair almost to his shoulders, and bagged eyes as though he’d not slept well in quite some time.

"Ah, young Mr. Sallow,” said Mr. Moon. “Good to see you out and about.” “You, too. I hope things are going a little better for you.” “Not to worry, not to worry,” he said, though his exhausted voice and hunched back betrayed his words. “The sunny lake always makes me feel better. Who’s your friend there?” “I’m Credence Painter, sir.” Mr. Moon gave a sidelong glance to Sebastian. “Nice day for a date, isn't it?" "This isn't a date," said Sebastian. "It's purely transactional." "How romantic," said Credence.�� "Well, whatever it is you two are doing, please be careful going past Lower Hogsfield. Spotted some of Ranrok's Loyalists just yesterday, I did, while selling my fertilizer." "Good to know," said Sebastian. "We'll be cautious. You take care."

When they left, she noticed Sebastian's eyes growing dark, his thick brow knitted. Farther down the beach, away from prying ears, she asked,

"Ranrok's Loyalists? What does that mean?" "You haven't heard? They're some no-good goblins following a power-hungry psychopath. They've been wreaking havoc all across Scotland, and no one knows exactly why. Whatever Ranrok is after, it's been affecting all of us. They're the reason my sister, Anne, is in such poor health." "I'm sorry, Sebastian. I'm sure she'll get better—" "You don't understand. She's been cursed. Not even the best doctors at St. Mungo’s have been able to cure her. Everyone’s stopped trying. I feel like I'm the only one who hasn't given up hope. I refuse to lay down and accept it."

Sebastian speaking with such conviction and confidence made Credence see him in a new light. Anyone would be shaken up in this situation, but Sebastian's resolve was undeniably strong. How long had he been staying brave? How many chose to reach a compassionate hand out to him? As she knew all too well, even the most courageous needed support and understanding. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he stopped walking.

She said, "I'm here for you if you need me.”

He observed her, eyes softening as if he’d come back to the present. His hand caressed hers.

"Thank you, Credence. I might have to hold you to that. But let's get the rest of these ingredients, shall we?"

The horklumps were right where he said—several fungi patches, spread along the beach in areas where dead logs and old debris had settled. They carefully plucked the spiky mushrooms and tossed them in jars. There was a silence unlike Sebastian in the air, leaving her to listen only to the somber rolling waters of the lake.

When their mushroom picking was over, Sebastian held a solemn sort of tone as he spoke.

“The toadstools are just past Lower Hogsfield.” “Let’s hope we don’t come across any cutthroats, then.” “Or—” He gripped his wand which rested at his hip. “—let’s hope we do.”

She didn’t like the sound of that, nor the dark look creeping back into his chestnut eyes. The memories that haunting look brought back caused her to shudder. Her brother’s eyes reflected in Sebastian’s, and she saw him standing before her.

“Kameron,” said her past self. “Please don’t do this.” “I have to. Do you want Dad to have died for nothing?”

Kameron donned their late father’s favorite cap atop his chocolate brown hair and armed himself with a bolt-action rifle and six-shot pistol. The sounds of gunshots in the distance called to Kameron, and he stormed toward their door. Credence leapt in the way to block him in.

She cried, “Of course I don’t, but this isn’t right—!” “Stay out of my way, Credence!”

Older and stronger, he shoved Credence and rushed into what would soon become a stained and bloody battlefield. She looked down upon it, that sour flavor hanging in her mouth, sloshing along her tongue and down her throat to her roiling, acidic stomach. Bodies lay in crumpled heaps, skin slashed or punctured or necrosing. Among them, Kameron’s dead eyes stared blankly at the sky. Blankly at her.

A flash blinded her. When her vision returned, she saw Sebastian laying in place of her brother, with dead bodies of goblins all around, blood seeping from terrible wounds. The horrific scene shocked her back to the present, and Sebastian’s muffled voice came through.

“Credence?” Her gaze jerked up to him. “Huh?” “You all right?”

She rubbed her aching head and ran sweaty fingers through her hair. Her heart was on fire, beating in time with the residual sounds of gunshots. She tried to study Sebastian, unblinking and burning eyes counting the freckles across his left cheek, how many of them touched the outline of his lips—anything to come out of her own head. The sides of her vision, once blurry, returned to normal as she stared. Her parched throat couldn’t speak until she swallowed against it.

“Um. Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just— Let’s not go looking for a fight, okay?”

Sebastian observed her face, his features loosening, eyes growing gentle again before he looked away. He inhaled—deep and slow—then breathed out and relaxed his tensed shoulders.

“Okay… Okay, I won’t. Can’t risk you getting hurt.” He smirked at her. “Imagine if you came across some goblins. I mean, you can’t even beat me in a fight. ” She forced a smile and felt compelled to chuckle at his joke. “Right.”

His smirk faltered. He tossed his arm around her shoulders and led her along the beach.

“C’mon, I didn’t mean to make things weird. Why don’t we get those toadstools? We’ll be all right.”

Credence breathed easier when she was back at Hogwarts for dinner. Though nothing had happened on her adventure, she’d stressed herself to the point of needing a serious break in her dorm. Since her roommate, Francine Gover, was on the Quidditch team and spent most of her time at the Pitch or with her friends, Credence had time to relax. She returned to Ominis and Sebastian that evening, refreshed and calm, and sat between them at the Slytherin table.

“You guys are lucky you got the assignment over with,” said Ominis. “Samantha says she wants to do ‘more research’ before we head out. I don’t even know what she’s researching.” “Isn’t she the one obsessed with plants?” Sebastian asked, nudging Credence. “Yep, that’s her,” Credence confirmed. “She’s very impassioned.” “That’s a nice way of putting it,” said Ominis. “She talked my ear off after class yesterday about all the plants on our list. I don’t think Professor Garlick has talked about plants that much—” His face tensed and he sat straighter. “... Oh God.”

Before she or Sebastian could ask what was wrong, Samantha came bounding up to them.

“Ominis!” she called, looking much brighter than when she’d first been partnered up with him. “You’ll never believe what I just found out about the dittany we’re supposed to get!” “I’m sure it’s unbelievable,” said Ominis.

She held up a rather long sheet of parchment covered in messy writing, shoved it into his face as though he could read it, and gushed about her findings. An entire essay on dittany. Sebastian and Credence huddled together, trying their best not to laugh at Ominis’ pained expression.

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thebittercorvus · 1 year ago

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CORVO'S DESK [A MASTERLIST]

greetings. i am corvo. i was born one day, and i haven't died yet. this is my writing blog.

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LIONSGATE CHRONICLES: THE RISE OF DARLING THE UNDYING

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YOU WEAR A CROWN BUT YOU'RE NO KING

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THE DALE'S WEIRD SON

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grymfared · 2 months ago

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sat down to write, did a google search to just see the scene with malchior and raven and the stacks of books but instead found an analysis of "spellbound" from the lens of tolkiens works and it straight up said malchior is the glaurung / smaug ⎛ notably glaurung means "golden worm" and smaug is known as "smaug the golden" ⎠ fusion, rorek is turin, and raven is curumo ⎛ sauruman ⎠ but like without being an asshole, and i ... have been absolutely blown away by this analysis as an avid tolkien fan myself,

glaurung is also known as "father of dragons" - like rorek in the legend, turin did battle with glaurung and slayed him- before that, glaurung was king of nargothrond, an underground city originally made by the dwarves, then inhabited by the elves- basically nargothrond is like the first age version of erebor ⎛ and its in the west instead of in the north- ⎠ , i have noted malchior to be a fire drake of the north bc he and rorek ⎛ who is also said to be referenced to hreðric, who is a character in the epic of beowulf ⎠ are supposed to be from an unspecified scandinavian country, of course then from the kingdom of nol, ⎛ something something so malchior gets to live in an area like erebor, the kingdom of nol gets to meet the same fate as the kingdom of dale ⎠ listen i have the talking stick and the board with strings and i will NOT shut up about parallels thanks this will be in my brain forever and ever im so glad im not the only one who saw it!!!! now the dash has to know, too thanks for coming to my tedtalk,

⎛ on that note, as soon as malchior can afford a mystery key, he sure as heck will rebuild his erebor-adjacent dwelling ... on a smaller scale because dang erebor was an entire mountain lmao ⎠

#writing is hard ⎛ out ⎠#crying about lord of the rings is the percival brand

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raven-dale · 7 years ago

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Soulmates?

VARCHIE AU BASED ON THIS REQUEST : if you’re still taking requests please can yo do one soulmate AU where one of them ronnie or archie writes something on their skin and it appears on the other .

Veronica Lodge was 100% sure that this whole ‘soulmate’ story was an urban legend, a modern day fairytale if you will. That changed when poorly drawn doodles appeared on her body. Doodles she had definitely not drawn because she wasn’t a particular fan of skin cancer.

Part of her wanted to find who out who it was, and that part perused all her favourite New York hangouts and her school looking for something. She wasn’t really sure what that something was but she looked nonetheless.

The other, logical part reminded her that most people didn’t find their soulmates and that it could be much less than it was cracked up to be. See the stories she’d heard, it told soul mates to be something ethereal, magical even.

She didn’t feel that was something she deserved. She didn’t think herself a good person, a person deserving of a soulmate - she was working on it but she still had a long way to go. And something about the footballs messily appearing on her forearm felt good, pure.

After a few weeks of having random sketches, writings and reminders scrawled on her she decided to return the favour, writing a perfect looking ‘VL’ on her left wrist.

When she found an ‘AA’ on her right wrist she knew she had to decide to pursue it or not, to somehow use these markings to find her ‘other half’ or to completely forget it. She chose the latter, partly because she was scared of what she would find but mostly because her father had just gotten arrested, she was moving to a new town and felt her soulmate could do without the drama.

Riverdale meant new beginnings, a new Veronica and a clean slate.

That didn’t stop her from wondering though.

Archie Andrews was a definite believer in soulmates, he knew she was out there somewhere. Or he. He just wished that he could find out who they were.

He did the whole ‘write on your skin thing’ and he was left with three possibilities 1) his soulmate was blind, 2) his soulmate was ignoring him or 3) it didn’t work.

It was a bit off-putting that there was a possibility that he’d never meet his soumate but not enough to stop him from spending every spare minute thinking about them.

It was late in the afternoon, around dusk, when Archie discovered a ‘VL’ imprinted on his wrist. It was the prettiest writing he’d ever seen and it was exciting, he was excited. His soulmate was communicating with him, possibly, hopefully. Though he tried he couldn’t recall a single person with the initials VL - if it even was someone’s initials.

Struggling to write with his left hand he scribbled an ‘AA’ on his right wrist, if he couldn’t find them, maybe they could find him?

A few days later, with nothing from his soulmate and summer vacation coming to an end, Archie relied on his music to keep himself in good spirits.

On the last nght before school reopened he was at Pops telling his bestfriend, Betty, about his music and while he appreciated her enthusiasm he found his mind drifting to his soulmate. As it always did.

Until he saw her, and everything else, including his thoughts, melted away.

He couldn’t explain what it was that he felt, it was both a familiar ‘hey,it’s me’ and a mysterious ‘get to know me’. It was like a tangible gravitational pull had appeared between the two of them. It was, what was that word Jughead used… glorious. It was glorious.

He heard her say something to Pop Tate, her voice was soft and velvety, he wondered if she could sing.

“Veronica Lodge,” she said, introducing herself. Something about it felt important, he just couldn’t figure out what exactly. His brain was mush besides questions like, how would it feel to run his hands through her hair? Why were the stories in her eyes so conflicting?

“Archie Andrews.”

At his name her eyes widened, but she quickly blinked whatever she felt away.

They had spoken some more, she made a joke and he laughed, a bit too obviously. He was unaware of Truman Capote, and what was so funny but still.. he laughed.

When she left Archie realised his thoughts on his soulmate had taken a backseat to thoughts on Veronica Lodge. He didn’t mind too much

It was only three hours into dreamland when his brain had put two and two together. She was his soulmate. Or it was one hell of a coincidence and the universe wanted him to do something about it.

And do something he did.

Breathless from his sprint he took a second to gather himself before entering the Pembrooke and asking for Veronica Lodge. She said that they could send him up and he threw his fist in the air. Small victories.

“Took you long enough,” was the first thing she said when she opened the door.

“Can I kiss you?” He knew it was forward, he knew it was unlike him and he definitely knew it could result in her slamming the door in his face.

But she didn’t.

She merely took a step closer and looked up at him with her big doe eyes and if he wasn’t already a goner, now he was. 110%.

And he kissed her, and it was like what happened when he saw her at the diner but better - he didn’t even know that a feeling like that could get better, and yet it did. It was more than a kiss, it was two souls saying ‘hey, i missed you’ and it was earth-shattering, mind-boggling and thought-provokingly good.

#varchie #veronica lodge #archie andrews #archieronnie #soulmate au #varchie fanfiction #varchie one shot #i really ejoyed writing this one #hope you guys like it <3 #raven-dale writes

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middleearthpixie · 2 years ago

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After the Fire ~ Chapter Forty

Fandom: The Hobbit - Post BOTFA AU Where Everybody Lives

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield.

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done.

The rehearsal dinner…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Bilbo Baggins, Bard

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,893

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Over the next weeks, Erebor buzzed with even more activity as the preparations for the wedding of King Thorin II and Jasna Stoneham got underway. For Jasna, it wasn’t anything she could have ever imagined, and far more exhausting than she’d ever thought. When she wasn’t in the infirmary with Óin and Narnerra, she was in with Kusela, one of Erebor’s seamstresses, being fitted for a wedding gown far beyond her wildest dreams. Several of the dwarves, Balin included, worked tirelessly on the tiara she would wear, and when they finished, silk tulle dusted with mother of pearl would be attached to it in a nod to the wedding customs of Man.

She and Thorin made numerous visits to Dale to pick out the invitations to be sent, the flowers that she would carry, the food cake they would serve (the staff in Erebor insisted on preparing all of that) and the wine and ale that would be served.

Little by little, the plans all came together and it seemed no time at all had passed before guests from all around Middle Earth began arriving in Dale, and the wedding went from weeks to days to hours away.

The day before their wedding, Jasna was up on the ramparts, leaning against the stone parapet, just gazing out over the plains between Erebor and Dale, where the elves of the Woodland Realm had set up one of the most elegant encampments she’d ever seen. White tents stretched across the plains, and wagons bearing all the comforts of home dotted the perimeter of those tents. She’d never seen so many horses in one place before, their pure white coats gleaming in the sunlight. She sighed as she leaned against the stone and just watch them grazing peacefully in the grass.

The ramparts were the one place where she could sneak off to, where no one bothered her. No one needed her for anything, for her opinion on colors, or flowers, or which wine should be served with which course. No dress fittings. No being stuck with pins. It was peaceful and quiet and she could just sit up in the sunshine and let the warm breeze waft over her. The ravens swooped overhead, and every now and again, one would land on the parapet alongside her. It looked older than the other birds and at times, she had the feeling it seemed to be watching her. She’d taken to bringing up treats for it—strawberries, walnuts, whatever she could sneak out of the Great Hall, she brought up to the ravens.

“There you are.”

She jumped at the unexpected sound of Thorin’s voice, but smiled as he came up behind her, arms on either side of her. “Were you looking for me?”

“I was, yes. I was hoping to steal you away for a bit.”

She peered at him over her shoulder. “Steal me away?”

“We’ve been running like mad with this wedding nonsense, I feel as if I’ve not seen much of you these past weeks.”

A chill rippled through her as he brushed the wayward wisps away from the back of her neck and pressed a teasing kiss into the curve of her shoulder. Her eyes closed at the sensations he sent tickling through her, his lips gentle and light as they swept up toward her ear. “Mmm…”

“Spend tonight with me, Jasna,” he murmured, easing his arms about her waist to tug her against his chest. “I’ve missed you, mesmel.”

“I can’t,” she managed to whisper back even as her breath hitched from his teasing caresses and her thoughts slowed, muddied. He had that effect on her, rattled her senses and made thinking almost impossible and somehow, she thought he would always have that effect on her.

“Why? We will be married tomorrow, so no one will care.” He eased a hand beneath her tunic, letting it skim along her belly, his fingertips rough against her skin but his touch so gentle, she almost melted against him.

She wanted, more than anything, to tell him yes, to sneak back to his chambers and just lock the world away until the ceremony tomorrow just after noon. And as he caught her earlobe between teasing teeth, her resolve almost melted.

“Thorin… don’t do this… you make it too difficult to say—oh, my that feels nice—to say no.”

His laugh came softly upon her ear. “This time tomorrow, mesmel…”

“I cannot wait.”

“Nor can I.” He gave her a gentle squeeze. “Now, how often have you been coming up here? For you have won Roäc over and he is notoriously cranky.”

“What?”

“Roäc. The chief of the ravens.”

“I won him over?”

“He likes you, yes.”

“He looked hungry, so I brought him treats from time to time.”

“Which he greatly appreciates.”

“How do you know?”

Thorin grinned. “Because I know.”

“You speak with him?”

“In a way, yes.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me at all?” She turned toward him. “I’ve found these last weeks very hectic, so I started coming up here. No one ever thinks to look for me here and I prefer it that way.”

“It’s been a favorite place of mine since I was a boy.” He stepped away and shifted to sink onto the lower part of the wall, where a ledge ringed the parapets. “I would come up here to look at the stars, as silly as that sounds.”

“I don’t think it sounds silly at all,” she told him, sinking beside him. She let her hand come to rest on his thick thigh, the muscle like rock beneath the heavy fabric of his trousers. “I used to do the same in Esgaroth. It was so peaceful at night, when the town grew quiet and still and the only sound was the soft slap of water on the pilings. The moon shone silver on the water’s surface and when it rippled, it sparkled like diamonds in all directions.”

“I was rarely allowed out of the mountain as a boy,” he said softly, covering her hand with his, linking their fingers, “and while it wasn't an unhappy childhood, it was a lonely one at times. Isolating. There were times when I just wanted to see the sky, to see anything other than the inside of the mountain. I remember, one time, when I was very young, much younger than Fíli or Kíli, and probably just a wee bit older than Gimli is now, my grandfather allowed me to accompany him to Dale for something. I do not recall what, but I remember being very excited about being allowed to tag along, as it was rare that I would be.”

She smiled as his voice grew wistful, and without thinking, she leaned her head against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss into the top of her head and continued, “It was summer and it was an absolutely glorious evening. Not too hot. Not too sticky. A soft breeze. And as dusk gave way to nightfall, I saw the most amazing thing. Fireflies. I’d never seen them before and I remember thinking I could just sit there and watch them all night, flashing at one another, trying to find their One.”

His fingers tightened about hers and she looked over at him. “I used to catch fireflies when I was little,” she told him. “Me and Anissa. We’d put them in a jar, but neither of us had the heart to keep them there, so we’d set them free after a few minutes.”

“I only ever saw them that one time,” he told her, lifting her hand to his lips. “But it’s stayed with me ever since. And I think, should we be lucky enough to have children, I should like to take them into Dale, or to Rivendell or the Shire, to see them for themselves. Perhaps,” he smile down at her, “let them catch some for a few minutes as well.”

“The Shire? Do you think Master Baggins will be keen on hosting dwarves in his house again, after what he told me happened the last time?”

He smiled. “He is a good sport. After all, he had no idea he was chosen to host a dwarf party and while we must have tried his patience, he has offered up an open invitation to visit.”

“He cares a great deal for you, you know. In the days after the battle, he haunted the Great Hall waiting for word on you.” She looked up at him. “If I didn't know any better, I’d have thought he had a crush on you.”

“I think your imagination toys with you.”

“Oh, do you find that so difficult to believe?” She twisted toward him. “You’re very cute, you know. And quite lovable when the mood strikes.”

“My interests also lie not with hobbits, but with women. Redheaded women. Tiny, redheaded women with a gift for healing.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh, it is, yes. And there is one in particular I am most fond of.” He leaned in to nuzzle her, adding, “The one who was created for me, whose body fits perfectly with mine, whose fingernails on my back and whispered cries of pleasure in my ear drive me mad beyond all reason and in the most wonderful ways imaginable. And I do wish she would just let me sweep her up in my arms, spirit her back to my chambers, and let me have my way with her…”

Her eyelids drooped shut as he swept a kiss along her neck, mover her jaw, and his lips found hers in a slow, teasing kiss that left her breathless, her head spinning gently.

“We have the rehearsal dinner tonight, though…”

“I know. And we will make it to the dinner, I promise,” came his husky whisper. “And afterwards, I want to sleep with you in my arms and wake up to your head tucked against my chest and your arm about my hips and the feel of you curved up against me.”

“Mmm…” she murmured, “that does sound nice.”

“So, come with me, mesmel, and let’s spend the rest of this afternoon pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

The Great Hall had been transformed from an all-purpose room to what Jasna imagined a grand ballroom would look like. Soft light flickered from the sconces high up on the walls, and the tables were all draped with table clothes of pure white, accented with royal blue. Plates of fine china and goblets of the most delicate crystal dotted those tables, which had all been moved to make the center of the room a dance floor of sorts.

Dwarves, elves, hobbits, and Men gathered around the room in small groups, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Jasna smiled as she spotted Thorin at the far side of the room, talking to an elegant, dark-haired elf who stood almost two heads taller than him. He must’ve felt her eyes, for he looked over then, and when he offered up a slow, knowing smile, her belly actually fluttered. There was something just so very… heady… about knowing the reason behind that smile, and knowing no one else who saw it had any idea why her belly fluttered the way it did. No one else who saw it knew that not an hour earlier, they were tangled up in one another, lost in their own world for a little while.

“Your dwarf looks very happy this evening,” Bard said softly, lifting a goblet of wine to his lips.

“Why sh-shouldn’t he?” she asked with a smile. “Isn’t he supposed to be happy?”

“Well, yes, of course.” Bard nodded, lowering his goblet. “But you forget, I’ve seen him be surly more often than not.”

“That is because construction always runs over cost and over time and he’s been running like a madman between Esgaroth, Dale, and Erebor.”

“And yet, now he smiles like the cat who ate the canary.”

She lifted her own goblet. The wine was fruity and sweet and she took a long swallow before saying, “He’s been through much, you know. And now, things are going his way. Remember, for a while it was entirely p-p-possible that he would have had to step down.”

The music started then and Bard set his goblet on the nearest table. “Would you care to dance, Miss Jasna?”

“I don’t see the harm.”

“Ah, but will your dwarf?”

“Thorin knows no Man can come close to him. I think he’ll be fine.”

Bard caught her by the hand to lead her out onto the dance floor and she smiled at Thorin, winking as he scowled slightly. Then, he gave a slight bob of his head and his scowl melted away.

He understood.

The dance was a reel and while she wasn’t good at such dances, she had fun, especially when Óin and his brother Glóin joined in. The elves looked on, their expressions part amusement and part dismay, as the dwarves proceeded to take over and the dance morphed into something Jasna had never danced before.

The thud of booted feet striking the stone floor grew louder as more of the dwarves joined in and Jasna smiled as Thorin came up and slid an arm about her waist and proceeded to whisk her away from the others.

The music slowed to that of a waltz and she smiled as she said, “Why, I had no idea y-y-you could waltz, Mr. Durin.”

“I’m a dwarf of many talents.” The arm about her waist tightened as he spun her about the floor. “You only know of some of them, mesmel.”

“Ahh but the ones I know, truly are talents,” she told him with a grin.

He winked. “I could say the same about you.”

As the music died away, Thorin tugged her close. “We should welcome our guests.”

“If you say so.”

He smiled and led her toward the dais at the far end of the room. Her face grew hot as they stepped up onto it and everyone turned to look at them, but Thorin laced his fingers with hers, gave her hand a squeeze, and whispered, “Maralmizi.”

“Maralmizu,” she whispered back, swallowing hard as she looked back out over the sea of faces.

Thorin held up his free hand and waited for the room to go quiet before saying, “Welcome all, and thank you for coming to celebrate with us this evening. Jasna and I—” he smiled down at her and winked, then turned back to everyone—“are so grateful you all took the time to travel, some of you great distances, in order to be here and share in our day tomorrow.

“You know it hasn’t been the easiest of years for a lot of us. And I know part of—no, actually most of the blame falls on me.” He smiled at the soft laughter that rippled through the crowd. “And I thank you all for your patience as I right everything that needs righting. Especially in Esgaroth.

“It means so much to us that you’ve chosen to come and celebrate our impending marriage. As you know, Jasna came here shortly after the Battle of the Five Armies, to assist Óin and Narnerra in Erebor’s infirmary. And as much as I cannot believe I am saying this, I am ever so thankful for the wounding I suffered because without it, Jasna would not be up here with me, tonight. She is the reason I stand her before and and while I know some of you might actually rue that—” more laughter made him pause and Jasna bit back a smile as he grinned—“I knew it. But that is just too bad. You are all stuck with me, as my bride would say.

“But, in all seriousness, she is the reason why I stand here this evening. She pushed me when I wished only to give up. She encouraged me when I wanted only to let go. And she loved me when I thought no one could possibly do so. And tomorrow, she will become not only my wife, but also your queen.”

The cheers that followed made Jasna’s eyes sting with tears and she tightened her hold on Thorin’s hand as he said, “So, on behalf of my beautiful bride and I, welcome and enjoy yourselves!”

And with that, he gave a gentle tug on her arm and as everyone clapped and cheered and shouted out well wishes (and in the case of one brave soul who sounded an awful lot like Dáin, a warning for Jasna to run as far as she could, as fast as she could) Thorin pulled her into his arms, bent her back, and kissed her.

It started out as a playful kiss, but then deepened, and she smiled against his lips, winding her arms about his neck, threading her fingers through his hair, and kissed him back with all of the passion she could muster.

It was a wonderful evening, although Jasna was positive she would never remember everyone’s name, she was proud of herself for keeping her stammer under control when Thorin introduced her to Thranduíl and Elrond, the kings of the Woodland Realm and Rivendell respectively and as the evening progressed, both elves joined the others on the dance floor as well.

“This is a sight I never thought I’d see.”

Jasna turned toward Bilbo Baggins, who leaned against the wall, a goblet in one hand, which he used to gesture to Thranduíl, who was dancing with Dís, of all people.

“You know him?”

Bilbo nodded. “I do, although know might be going a bit too far. When I was with the Company, we spent some time lost in Mirkwood. Then imprisoned in it. And finally, we escaped by way of barrels down the Forest River.”

“Are you j-joking, Mr. Baggins?”

His brown eyes danced merrily. “I am not, Miss Stoneham. You can ask Thorin yourself. But, I do not recommend it as a means of travel. I nearly drowned at least a dozen times. And we had to fight off orcs and that was where Kíli took the morgul arrow as well.”

She looked over at Kíli, lost in his own world as he swayed with a tall, slim, red-haired she-elf. “Tauriel?”

“You know of her?”

She nodded. “I do, actually. Kíli spoke of her—both when he was lucid and when he was in the grips of fever. I wonder if Thranduíl is trying to soften Lady Dís for the eventual marriage of his daughter and her son?”

“Oh, she is not his daughter. She is but a captain of his guard.” Bilbo lifted the goblet to his lips for a long swallow. Then, lowering it, he added, “Although I wonder how he will feel about losing her to Erebor? And how Thorin,” he looked over at Thorin, at the bar in the far corner with Fíli, Dwalin, Elrond, and a tall, gaunt-look man with long gray hair and an equally long gray bears, “feels about an elf coming to live here.”

As if he heard them, Thorin turned toward them and as his gaze met hers, a slow smile lifted his lips. Warmth crept into her face as she smiled back, and when he winked, she felt it as if he’d actually touched her. She winked back, his smile widened, and Bilbo sighed softly. “You are quite lucky, Miss Stoneham. I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he does at you.”

She looked over at him. “I hope I look at him the same way.”

“Oh, you do.” Bilbo bobbed his head. “I saw the two of you earlier on the dance floor and you are well suited for one another. And I think he has chosen wisely.”

“Thank you, Mr. Baggins,” she told him softly. “That means a great deal, coming from you. I know Thorin thinks highly of you.”

“He’s a good friend and I’m glad to call him such.”

She smiled. “Would you dance with me, Mr. Baggins?”

“Me?” He smiled and nodded, setting his goblet on the nearest table. “I would be honored to, yes.”

She slipped her arm through his and he escorted her out to the dance floor, He only came to her shoulder, thanks to his bushy dark hair, and his eyes were kind and she smiled as the musicians began a waltz. “He speaks very highly of you, you know,” she told him softly. “Thorin, I mean. And it means much to him that you are here to share in this occasion with us.”

“I must confess, I hesitated when the invitation arrived. Erebor is so far from the Shire and quite frankly, I was just exhausted and glad to be home.”

“I can appreciate that.”

He spun her about. “But, I thought about what it might mean to Thorin, and I realized I couldn't miss something as momentous as seeing him married.”

Darkness flashed through his eyes, but they quickly brightened as he added, “And I’m glad I chose to make the journey.”

“As am I, Mr. Baggins. And so is Thorin.”

He offered up a somewhat shy smile. “Thank you for having me. Erebor looks far different than it did the last time I was here.”

Thorin came up to them, smiling as he said, “Would you think me rude, Master Baggins, if I were to cut in and steal my bride for a bit?”

Bilbo shook his head. “No, not at all.” He dropped his arm from her waist and stepped back. “I could use a bit more wine, actually.”

“Thank you for the dance, Mr. Baggins,” she told him with a smile. “And I hope you will save one for me tomorrow as well?”

“I certainly will,” he replied easily, looking from Thorin to her. “Unless your groom would object.”

“I think I can find it in myself to allow a dance,” Thorin said, easing an arm about her waist. “But no more than that, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of asking for more.” Bilbo smiled, then took himself off to join the others at the bar.

She smiled at Thorin. He looked beyond handsome that night, especially with the way the light danced along his dark hair, the way it highlighted the silver streaking through it. It was difficult to fault Bilbo for his hero worship (or his crush) on Thorin, for Thorin cut a fine figure no matter what.

“What’s on your mind, mesmel?”

“I beg your pardon?”

He smiled, leaning slightly to brush her lips with his. “You’re staring at me.”

“You’re very handsome. It’s difficult to not stare, you know.”

His eyes glittered in the candlelight. “We should go now. No one will miss us.”

“I like the way you think, dwarf.”

He winked. “I thought you might.”

He kissed her once more and then stepped back to lace his fingers with hers and led her toward the doorway. No one seemed to notice as they slipped from the Great Hall, nor did they pass anyone as he led her down the stairs, down the corridor toward his chambers and she breathed a sigh relief as he closed the door behind them and pulled her into his arms.

A perfect ending to a perfect night.

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