#sapphire elia

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Ghosts 2 where Hesh constantly tries to emulate Elias, down to every little action and gesture

Ghosts 2 where Hesh rationalizes ever decision he makes with "I have to do this because it's what Dad would do" "I need to do this because it's what Dad would have wanted" "What would Dad do if he was here?"

Ghosts 2 where Hesh feels "I have to save Logan because it's what Dad would have wanted" and not because Logan is the last living member of his family and he doesn't want to lose his little brother

Ghosts 2 where Hesh struggles with self-doubt and feelings of worthlessness because he feels he's unable to live up to the standards Elias had expected of him; feeling like he failed him because he was unable to protect Logan

Ghosts 2 where Hesh realizes he is more than what his family molded him into, that the only way for him to become a better version of himself and move on is to remove the shackles of the past; that he realizes he cannot hold himself to the same standard as those who came before him

Ghosts 2 where Hesh becomes his own person, and his actions are his own.

[shi-daisy]

Okay, okay, okay so if all the characters from A Court of Threads & Daises played drinking games, how would the night end?

In short a mess, mostly just drunken dummies doing dumb stuff and a few sober people stopping them.

In a longer answer it depends on who plays and how much they drink. Canonically Feyre said in acofas that Tamlin and Nesta would probably get drunk together and throw shade and yes that would happen here but also if Nesta refrains from drinking that would just leave Tam and Lucien can take care of a clingy drunken Tam real quick

All Ambrose members have low tolerance so they'd be buzzed fast and probably affectionate drunks. Clare would be squished in a group family hug.

The Vanserras is a mess since Nemesis would get even worse when drunk and need to be restrained, Eris and Tanya would be weepy drunks and Cedric would be am angry drunk but if you get them some shade (via Tamlin and Nesta) They'll calm down and gossip.

I could see Vassa as a flirty drunk or silly drunk so she'd try to flirt with Jurian or be goofy. If he's sober we cool, if he's also drunk then everyone would beware of being pulled into a polycule with them.

Lucien is sober. The man can hold a lot of drink but if he did get drunk he'd just be sleepy and clinging to Tamlin, especially if he is in fluffy beast form.

Out of the Sapphire rebellion Lunara and Grim are canonically lightweights on the D&D campaign they originally were made for so that could carry over to this version of them. They'd be drunkenly flirting or providing gossip as well. Melinoe is an angry drunk so between her and Nemesis something will be set in fire.

Balthazar and the valkyries are responsible and sober but if drunk they'd be silly and try to climb on furniture or do dumb stunts with mixed results.

Finally Lazarus and Elias would always be sober cuz dads of the group but Priya would join the chaos and 'swing from the chandelier' or also join the gossip squad.

[butterflies-dragons]

"Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost."- Ned(AGOT)

"Ned saw she(Sansa) was wearing the rose that Ser Loras had given her yesterday. Jory had told him about that as well."- Ned(AGOT).

Ned noticing/witnessing Sansa and Lyanna got the rose in the tourney. But why didn't immediately think about it when he saw Sansa wearing the rose?

There were even more signs . . . .

The Hand's tourney. A tourney in honor of Sansa’s father, Ned Stark, for having assumed the position of Hand of the King. The Knight of Flowers, Loras Tyrell, unofficially crowned Sansa as the Queen of Love and Beauty. GRRM wrote this passage as a resemblance to the Great tourney at Harrenhal, hiding hints and reversing colors: Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers, wearing armor adorned with sapphires (blue) gave Sansa a (red) rose, while Rhaegar Targaryen wearing armor adorned with rubies (red) gave Lyanna Stark a crown of winter roses (blue).

Great tourney at Harrenhal. Rhaegar Targaryen (Jon’s father) won this tourney and crowned Lyanna Stark (Sansa’s aunt & Jon’s mother) as his Queen of Love and Beauty. Rhaegar Targaryen wearing armor adorned with rubies (red) gave Lyanna Stark a crown of winter roses (blue), while Loras Tyrell, the Knight of Flowers, wearing armor adorned with sapphires (blue) gave Sansa a (red) rose.

But I get Ned had other things, important political things on his mind, as he was hand of the king 🤷‍♀️

[lil-binuu]

What if Elias and mythic listener fused like wut

Like some Steven universe ruby and sapphire to garnet type shit

okay stop i'm literally imaging mythic barista and elias turning into venom or sum...

[siravalondulac]

sapphire steel | chapter one - a visitor

j. snow x fem!oc

summary: one night, a strange woman shows up in jon's chambers

tags: smut (f/m, rough sex, oral (m receiving), p in v), dubious consent, canon divergence - rhaegar won the trident

word count: 2499

author's note: in this au, rhaegar won the battle of the trident and became king. lyanna still died, and rhaegar mostly abandoned jon because he wanted a visenya, but still made him live in king's landing. cersei died birthing a daughter no one knows the father of. aegon, rhaenys, and elia are alive and in the red keep.

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The cold night air stung against his skin and the alcohol burned his throat. Every new gust of wind moved his robe this way and that, exposing his bare chest to the snowflakes falling onto his balcony.

Jon wished it would kill him. But his father always said he was the blood of the dragon - he would not die from the cold.

He wished it would kill him, too. His father, King Rhaegar Targaryen, banisher of the attempted usurper, who had caused a rebellion only to crush it later on. It had been him who had cursed Jon to this wretched life, the black dragon of his otherwise perfect court.

If only he were allowed to leave.

He took another swig of his bottle.

Such had become his routine. During the day he would get reminded of his doomed bastard blood that had almost brought the realm to ruin, and during the night he would attempt to drown the stares of the courtiers in alcohol and whores.

A knock sounded on the door.

He groaned and threw his head against the stone he was leaning against, yet stayed conscious.

Another knock.

Perhaps the time had come for him to jump off his balcony and take a burden off his father's shoulder.

A third knock, then the door opened and someone stepped inside.

“Go away!”

He was not in the mood for a lecture from his father, or pity tears from his brother, or sorrowful looks from his sister.

Whoever had entered his room made no sound, did not try to talk to him. Perhaps a new tactic by his father? He looked around the stone pillar, ready to curse him out, yet no word left his mouth as he beheld the figure.

A woman. With blonde hair. Dressed in red.

He wanted to laugh. Another attempt by his father to keep him off the Street of Silk and not tarnish the reputation of his House further. This must be the, what? Tenth, eleventh noble woman to be sent his way to hopefully become his lover.

He had made a game out of it a while ago. How much could these women endure before breaking? His father never learned, he kept sending them.

What did it matter? He could use a good fuck, and at least now he did not have to walk through the freezing city to find a brothel.

Slowly, he rose to his feet and entered his room.

The woman stood unmoving beside the only lit candle, allowing him to get a proper look at her.

Her curly hair was more golden than mere blonde, spilling freely over her shoulders and down to her waist. The lines of her face were sharp, her cheekbones high and her jawline well-defined. She had pale, unmarred skin, with nary a blemish or inconsistency in sight. The deep red dress was a simple thing, yet off-the-shoulder and with a low neckline, clinging to her body.

He emptied the bottle, then smashed it to the ground.

If he had startled her, she did not show.

Carefully, like a wolf stalking its prey, he stepped towards her. She did not look at him, instead staring ahead into the endless distance. He raised a hand to let it hover over her arm, then traced the fabric. Still no reaction.

He started circling her. “Did my father send you?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Her voice was deeper than he thought, not quite fitting to a face like hers.

His hand glid through the soft curls falling down her back. “And do you know why?”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Say it.”

“I am to serve you in whatever way you choose.”

How cute. Dancing around the subject, not being able to say the filthy words his father had instructed her with. Likely one of those pious maidens who prayed to the gods every waking moment.

“What is your name?”

“Cerelle Hill, my prince.”

A bastard for a bastard, how fitting. Certainly, he carried the Targaryen name, yet not even the king's word could wash out this kind of shame.

He squinted as a wave of pain hit his head. The alcohol clearly did not work as intended anymore.

“And whose are you, Cerelle?” He drawled her name. “Perhaps the great Tywin Lannister’s?”

She did not even flinch when his hand grabbed her ass.

“His granddaughter.”

Faintly, he remembered tales of Cersei Lannister, and how she had died birthing a child no one had been able to catch sight of. Yet the haze on his mind made recalling such information difficult.

He stepped in front of her again, her gaze still directed on something far beyond him.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped towards him. Their blue was bright yet cold as ice, almost seeming to glow in the dim light of his chamber. No fear laid in them. No emotion at all, if he thought about it.

“Usually my women show more enthusiasm.”

“If my prince requires me to act differently he need only say so.”

Did she mean to challenge him? Perhaps as the granddaughter of the ruthless Tywin Lannister she had caught a lesson or two. Bastard or not.

He continued his slow path around her unmoving figure, and her eyes followed him until he stood behind her.

Carelessly pushing her hair to the side he pulled at the laces of her dress, and after four, five tugs let the fabric fall freely to the ground.

She wore neither shift nor underclothes. Distantly, he wondered if that had been an instruction or her own intuition. She was thin, little flesh clinging to her bones, yet the curves of her ass and hips were enough to provide a proper hold should he grab them later on.

He let his fingers glide across her bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he stepped to her front again.

Her breasts were small yet firm, the nipples rosy and perky due to the cold wafting through the open balcony door. He let his thumb glide over one of them and then pulled, yet found no reaction in her face again.

“Are you a maiden?”

“Yes, my prince.”

Perhaps he should think of something special for her, a grander way to deflower her than what he had planned, yet found no solution through the fog settling on his mind.

The normal procedure, then.

“On your knees.”

She followed his command without question while he started unlacing his pants. Whatever this conversation had been had not aroused him in the slightest - despite the beautiful body before him - so it took a few hard tugs of his fist to make his cock stand at attention.

Cerelle watched his movements. Nothing more, just watched.

He held the head to her lips.

“Suck.”

She opened her mouth slowly, tongue peeking out, and took only the very tip inside her. Then she let it pop out.

Jon should have been annoyed at her languid pace, yet could not help his curiosity as he watched the careful movements, how she explored his dick as if it were a sharp weapon, ready to cut her at a moment's notice. She let her tongue trace his underside, applying ever so much pressure on its veins, garnering low hisses and whines from him. Then she closed her lips around his length again and he audibly groaned at the warmth. She moved back and forth slowly, every time bringing more of his cock into her mouth, the spit glistening in the light of the candle.

He was fully hard now, all the blood of his body moving towards his dick and making his legs quiver. His length throbbed, red and swollen, and he knew this had to end.

He had a reputation to defend, after all.

Her hair was soft under his fingers as he grabbed it, pulling shortly to try to make her gasp, and then slammed himself into her mouth. She gagged, her first real reaction that night.

Fucking finally.

He set a brutal pace, tightening his hold on her hair to keep her steady as he snapped his hips forward again and again, burying his dick further every time it entered her wet, hot mouth.

She had submitted to him almost instantly, opening herself up as far as possible, and then taking whatever he gave her. Tears flowed out of her eyes, mixing with the spit spilling from her mouth, but her body had no other reaction to him.

He was not remotely as quiet, moaning, cursing, grunting with every thrust, gasping whenever even the smallest part of his cock entered her tight throat. It had been too long since he had gotten his dick wet (three days) and his inexperience showed.

Too soon did he near his release, the ache in his cock almost unbearable, and he wanted nothing more than to slam himself deep, deep into Cerelle's throat and force her to swallow all of him, or even to paint her beautiful face with his spent.

Yet she was a maiden, and as such he needed to save himself for her cunt.

He quickly ripped her head back, her little gasp like music to his ears as he gripped the base of his dick tightly to prevent his release. The cold still seeping in through the open balcony door burned his cock, yet if he was uncomfortable she had to be as well.

Panting audibly, his bare chest raising and falling rapidly, he tilted Cerelle's head back.

Her open lips were red and swollen, her cheeks pink and wet with her spit and tears, yet her eyes still stared up at him. That terrifying blue, dangerous as a glacier, signaling his doom if he wasn't careful.

“On the bed.”

How she still displayed such poise after kneeling on the floor and having her poor little throat abused he did not understand, yet her walk to his bed looked close to normal. He almost fell over simply standing and watching her.

Let's see how you'll behave when I'm done with you.

He quickly discarded his robe and pants, and stumbled after her.

“On all fours.”

Her form was impeccable - straight back, head lowered, hands and knees planted firmly on the mattress. He kneeled behind her and let his hands trace the shape of her buttocks, before bringing his hand down hard on her pale skin. He slapped her again and again, until the marks had turned from pink to bright red.

The impact - echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room - moved her body forward, yet had no more effect on her.

He lowered his hand and started rubbing quick circles on her pearl, attempting to make her at least a little wet before entering her to make it more comfortable for him.

Grabbing her hips so tightly he knew it would leave marks, he lined up his cock with her hole, and slammed his entire length inside in one thrust.

Perhaps she had cried out. He didn't know, for the feel of a warm cunt finally around his length again, especially after having to endure the freezing cold in his room, punched such a loud moan from his throat he was sure the entire castle heard.

He stayed like that, up to the hilt within her walls, dick throbbing painfully, until he was certain he had soaked up the moment completely. Then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside her.

A few drops of blood were smeared on his dick, confirming her assertion that she was a maiden. Had been. He had broken her in officially now.

His grip tightened even more, fingers burying into her skin, wishing to leave permanent marks.

Without hesitating a moment more, he started violently and brutally thrusting into her, never slowing down, never stopping, never giving either of them a second's reprieve.

At some point, a gust of wind extinguished the candle, cloaking the room in darkness. He didn't care. The squelch of his cock hammering into her cunt and the feel of her tight, wet walls squeezing down on him was all he could ever need.

She held him so exquisitely, pulsating around his throbbing dick, grabbing his length so tightly he had half a mind to stop and stay still inside of her the entire night.

Cerelle never collapsed to the bed as her predecessors had always done at this point in the night. She remained hard and steadfast as ice. No sounds spilled from her mouth either, none of the whines, moans, grunts, and curses spat from his own lips.

Too soon did he near his release again. He didn't know whether to fault the alcohol, the previous stunt with Cerelle's throat, his prolonged abstinence from sex, or the cold. Or perhaps the feel of a maiden cunt around his cock.

He sped up his thrusts one final time, his hips slapping against her ass, his dick reaching deeper inside her than before.

Close, he was so close.

Jon leaned forward, planting his hands on the mattress beside hers, and bit down hard on her neck as he came.

His spent coated her inner walls as the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, his teeth buried deep in her skin and ensuring he left a visible mark on her. No one would see his cum dripping down her legs, nor that she was no longer a maiden, but this she could not hide.

He stayed like that, bodies pressed tightly together, skin against skin, her walls tight around his cock. A small part of him wanted to continue right away, fuck her through the night and into the day until she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

Slowly, savouring every inch of her beautiful cunt, he started pulling out. The cold grabbed ahold of him almost immediately, and he only barely avoided burying himself inside her heat again. He could tie her to him and ensure his cock would never be cold or dry again.

His dick freed himself from her hole with a plop, and he fell down on the bed beside her.

Now he wished the candle was still burning, longing to see her face - had she cried, did she look at him with hatred or awe, how red were her cheeks? Or did she wear her neutral expression again, one that not even such violent sex could punch off her?

The mattress moved, then he heard her slowly walk across the stone floor. Some shuffling.

He pulled a blanket over his body, curling up on his side.

“Tomorrow. Same time.”

He would have snow in his room when he awoke, yet he didn't care.

“Yes, my prince.”

Light fell through the small gap created by the open door, yet she was gone before he caught a proper look at her.

He pulled up another blanket from the end of the bed, and fell unconscious almost immediately after, the alcohol lulling him into a restless sleep.

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author's note: i don't know when i'll be able to update this fic as i'm currently a bit busy with uni.

in the meantime you could read the fic this au is based on -> meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight

[astoryofsuchwoe]

"omg,, is that nikolai??" amimi foamed at the mouth, squealin kawaii-ly... "so sugoi!!!! i have to greet my senpai!!!!"

"nwikolai-suwuenpai...!!!" amimi called out, runnign with toast in her mouth and clumsily moving around "wait for mweeee!!!"

nikolai paused, turning around. his 90 degree sharp right angle chin (dont ask me how this works i don't know either) caught the light of the sun, only highlighting his absolutely killer jawline more. he gazed at you with his deep, piercing blue orbs and spoke in low low a minor: "heh.. its you...."

"h-h-h-h-how have you been, nwikolai-swuwuenpai?"

"kinda... kinda shitty actually.... the guy ive been looking for for the past 8 years finally showed up, tried to kill me, so i kidnapped him and put him under house arrest but apparently he didn't like that because he stabbed me through the back. maybe me tearing out one of his eyes has to do with that. or maybe its the fact that his one friend was my agent. idk... ww--w-w-what could i have possibly done wrong?!! my kitten doesn't even want to speak to me anymore..." nikolai howled sadly, gazing at the moon as he clawed at the dirt with his alpha paws

"o-oh nwoh.." shiny tears formed in amimi's eyes as they bit their bottom lip remoresefully... poor nwikolai....! how should i chear my s-s-senapapi up...? oh- i know !!

"mmmwah-!"

amimi leaned forward and slammed their toast-crumb covered lips on nikolais, flapping their tongue about in a very intense match of lip guitar

as amimi pulled back, bright red flush coating their cheeks, they batted their lashes cutely, like a real discord kitten would, not like the "elias" nwikolai swenapi kept talking about

"w-... amimi... yuo...." nwikolai stood there in a state of shock, sapphire orbs as wide as sacuers "h-heh... you know just what to do to make me feel better, huh...?"

"teehee! meow guess you could sway swo, nwikolai swenapi...!!!"

nwikolai growled darkly, eyes narrowing as his voice grew even lower, causing the entire crust of the earth to reverberate when he spoke.

"cmere, kitten. come to papi."

IM CRYING GENIUNGE TEARS THIS IS THE GREATEST PIECE OF LITERATURE IVE EVER READ THANK YOU FOR BLESSING MY EYES MELON!!!!!!111!1!1!!!!!1111

[brainrot-yumm]

so to tally up the ramblings so far:

And I just feel the need to emphasize that I'm crossovering all the characters based on personality, not relationships. Which means there are gonna be some weird as hell dynamics going on. That's where the spice comes in, you understand.

Going by the list in the "reoccurring character" section of the wiki

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Jon - Twilight Sparkle - Twila "Twi" Sims

Martin - Fluttershy - Flora Blackwood

Sasha - Rarity - Rachel James

NotSasha - Sweetie Belle - "Rachel James"

Tim - Rainbow Dash - Ramona "Rain" Stoker

Danny - Scootaloo - Lucy "Scoot" Stoker

Melanie - Applejack - Adelaide King

Georgie - Sunset Shimmer - Sasha (listen it'd be funny) Barker

The Admiral - Spike - Sergeant

Basira - Trixie Lulamoon - Tohfa Hussain

Daisy - Starlight Glimmer - Aurora "Starry" Tonner

Gertrude - Starswirl - Sulien Robinson

Jurgen - Sunburst - Siegurd Leitner

Rosie - Coco Pommel - Colette "Coco" Zampano

Smirke - Zecora - Zephyra Smirke

Dekker - Daring Do - Delilah Dekker

Mikaele - DJ Pon-3 - Penina Salesa

Gerry - Diamond Tiara - Dorothy "Dottie" Keay

Mary - Spoiled Rich - Sophia Keay

Eric - Filthy Rich - Fred Delano

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Elias - Cadence - Cecilia Bouchard née Lukas née Bouchard née

Jonah - Celestia - Clara Magnus

Peter - Shining Armor - Solomon Lukas né Sims né Bouchard né

Maxwell - Luna - Lilith Rayner (neé Magnus)

Callum - Cozy Glow - Cinna Brodie

Manuela - Moondancer - Marzana Dominguez

Natalie - Babs Seed - Bonnie Ennis

Jane - Chrysalis - Chrissy Prentiss

Timothy Hodge - Thorax - Theodore Hodge

John2 - Flash Sentry (it'd be funny) - Frank Amherst

Jordan - Zephyr Breeze - Zach Kennedy (né Blackwood)

Michael - Cheese Sandwich - Camillus Shelley

Helen - Pinkie Pie - Phoebe Richardson

Emma Harvey - Sweetie Drops

Angela - Lyra Heartstrings

Tom Haan - Grand Pear -

Nikola - Discord

Breekon & Hope - Flim & Flam

Sarah Baldwin - Applebloom - Annabelle King

Jane Doe - Sugar Belle

Max Mustermann - Party Favor

Doctor David - Double Diamond

Annabelle - Adagio Dazzle -

Raymond - Big Mcintosh

Neil - Photo Finish

Simon Fairchild - Sonata Dusk

Mike Crew - Lightning Dust

Oliver - Ditzy Doo - Desdemona "Dezzie" Banks

Agatha - Tempest Shadow

Jude - Aria Blaze

Jack Barnabas - Joe

Diego - Iron Will

Edwin - Cheerilee

Jared - Snips & Snails (I got an idea)

Robert Montauk - Sombra

Julia - Gilda

Trevor - Tirek

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??? - most of the rest of the mane 6's families

??? - silver spoon

??? - Twist

??? - Suri Polomare

??? Sapphire Shores

Wonderbolts?

Tree Hugger

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Also Twilight greys out through the first few seasons, but when she reawakens it's all gonna turn into her iconic hair streaks

Is my hyperfixation obvious yet

[audrey-carr1]

Prize (part 1)

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: Henrietta is always one step ahead of Elias, and he hates it. Just when he thinks he has the upper hand, Hetty shows him up once more.

warnings/tags: fem!reader, EliasxReader (I know gross! nothing happens between them though, HettyxReader, AU, everyone is alive!

word count: 1.5k+

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You barely have the chance to close the door, before you are pushed up against the wall. Her lips attack yours as her hands grasp your hips. 

“You haven’t even told me your name,” You say when her lips leave yours to place kisses on any open skin. Your knees nearly buckle when she finds a sensitive spot right behind your ear. Your hands reach out to hold her to help steady yourself. 

“You do not need to know my name,” The woman says trying to go back to what she was doing.

“Well, what am I supposed to call out when you have you have me writhing in a fit of passion?” You ask hoping she might say something.

“Oh, she is a cheeky one,” Hetty thinks to herself. 

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, kitten,” The woman purrs in your eye. 

“Do you know how sexy your voice is?” You gasp when she licks the shell of your ear. 

“So I have been told,” She says pulling away from you and bringing you towards her bedroom.

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The first time you met Elias you wish you were a bit charmed. He was a smooth talker, and you enjoyed the attention he was giving you. Against your better judgment, you continued to see him. The two of you have been seeing each other for three months, and Elias takes care of you well. He showers you with gifts and lets you stay in his penthouse apartment while you try to land your big break as an actress. Many times Elias has tried to kiss you, but you dodge them easily. You tell him that it will take more than a few gifts to earn a kiss from you. 

“Oh, you’re playing hard to get. I like this game. Just know that I will spare no expense,” He says one night before leaving the penthouse. 

Though you still weren't sure of him things have been going well. At least until you noticed his face in the paper with another woman on your morning walk.

You snatch the paper from the stand as you study the picture. His arm wrapped around the other woman possessively. The woman's face in a tight smile waving to the cameras. Upon reading the article you realize that this woman was actually his wife, Henrietta Woodstone. The picture was taken at a gala, the same night that Elias sent you long-stemmed roses because he had to cancel your plans abruptly. Upon further inspection of the picture, you realize this is the woman you slept with a week ago. You slept with the wife of the man who has made you the object of his affection. “What kind of twilight zone shit did I get myself into?” You ask yourself.

You return the paper to the stand and continue your walk back to the apartment. You enter the apartment building and make a beeline to the elevator. You barely make it to the elevator when the doors slide back open. As you enter the elevator, you look up from your phone to thank the person who held the elevator for you. You cannot hold back the loud gasp when you lock your eyes with a familiar set of sapphire blue eyes. Losing your senses, your phone slips from your hands. "How much clumsier can I get," You ask yourself.

“Holy shit! I mean you’re…” You can barely form a sentence as you are face to face with none other than the pictured woman from earlier standing in front of you. “You really are beautiful.”

“Oh, so you can form a sentence. It is nice to know that my husband’s mistress is an educated one. Also word of advice, flattery will get you nowhere my dear, especially in your predicament,” The woman quickly bends her knees to pick up my phone and holds it out for me to grab it, “Get in, I believe we are both making the penthouse stop,”  

You grab the phone from her hands and immediately throw it in your purse. You needed both hands free in case she tried to kill you. “Oh my gosh what if she tries to kill me!” You think to yourself. 

The elevator seems to climb ever so slowly to the top floor. The two of you stand in silence, as the elevator climbs to the top floor at what seems like a snail's pace. When the elevator finally does reach the penthouse, Henrietta glides out with ease leaving you behind. 

“Do not dawdle, enter” she drawls, “I do not have time for games.”

You drag your feet from the elevator and enter the penthouse. Your eyes are trained on the woman’s movements as she walks towards the bar. You make your way over to her direction, she is still looking for something behind the bar by the time you approach. 

“Sit,” She says. 

You do as you are told, absolutely captivated by the woman in front of you. If she were turned around, you would be able to see her smirk at your obedience. 

“I am going to have fun with this one,” Hetty says to herself searching for a bottle of wine.

She finally spies the bottle of wine she has been looking for, and grabs it from its shelf. She places it in the quick chiller and grabs two wine glasses and places them in front of us. 

“I assume you are okay with a pink moscato? We might as well have something to enjoy while we talk this out,”

“You want to talk?”

“I believe that is what I said. Now pink Moscato okay? I do not mind chilling another bottle, I am sure he has told you that you can have whatever it is you want,”

“Pink Moscato,” You repeat.

“Oh dear, I believe you must be in shock. Not to worry as you are not the first mistress I have encountered. I will say you are one of the prettier ones,” Henrietta says taking the wine from the chiller and pouring it into the glasses.

“You think I’m pretty?” I ask.

“If you are going to parrot everything I say then-”

You finally snap out of it, “I am sorry. You are right I am in shock, because there is no way I am in a penthouse with the wife of my -”

“Boyfriend?” Henrietta tries to answer for you. 

You make a face and she laughs. 

“You two are not official? Are you some long-term escort or something? Is he one of your top clients? Is that what I was to you?” Henrietta asks. 

“Clients? No! I met him at one of my auditions,” You clarify. 

“You’re a showgirl? This just keeps getting better,” Henrietta downs her glass in one go. 

“Okay, I know you have the right to be the pissed-off wife. I am not negating that, but I need some filler as to what is going on because I think I might have a coronary,” You grab the glass of wine taking a swig.

“Well we do not want that,” Henrietta says pouring herself another glass, “Why don’t I start from the beginning.”

_END_

A/N: I have no clue what I am going to call this! Any ideas? Anyway please do not hate me for the EliasxReader pairing. It isn't and will not go anywhere lol. I am also on AO3 as Deviously_Elegant! I will be posting both here and there.

[damn-stark]

Meet the Targaryen/Stark kids from Sandstorm

Rhaenyra Targaryen (The heir)

The heir to the throne

Jon’s twin in personality

Has a sapphire-blue dragon, that was a cradle-egg

Betrothed to Daeron out of duty, but finds no interest in anyone

Robb Targaryen (The Prince Charming)

No dragon

Best friends with Sam Tarly’s son, Jon

Spoiled, and a bit of a womanizer. He’s jealous of Daeron, and he’s a insecure, but wants to work on his flaws.

Daeron Targaryen (The adopted one)

The mommas boy

Has the orange dragon Helios, that once belonged to Rhaenar

Sweetest boy out of all his siblings.

Knows he’s adopted and knows who his mother is and what she did, but loves her regardless

Ryuu Targaryen (The dragon warrior)

Shaping out to be a skilled swordsman already at 13

Has a teal dragon named Eros, that was a cradle-egg

Has grown interested in boys

Has a liking for mischief

Edria Targaryen (The wild)

Named after Jon’s brother from the Nights Watch, Ed

She has a scar that starts from the bridge of her nose and ends at the end of her jaw, she got for sparring against a man half her age

Has a black and orange dragon named Hela, that was a cradle-egg

Oraena Targaryen (The shadow)

Daddy’s girl

Said to look like Elia Martell, her grandmother

Has a pink and purple hatchling

Only one that’s not much into fighting like the others, she’s okay being simply a dragon rider

Aemon Targaryen (the surprise)

Has a red dragon named fiery, that was a cradle-egg

Born mute

Named after the old Maester from the Night’s Watch

[stargazing-sapphire2]

Call of Duty - Ghosts: Flags of Our Fathers - Preview

Twenty years before the fall of the United States' place from power, conflicts, small or large, waged across the globe, the ethics of politics and war being brought to question. As the shadow of the Tel Aviv War closes in, the course of history will be changed in the years to come.

[A Call of Duty: Ghosts Prequel fanfiction]

[deeptrashwitch]

Hi, witch! Since you asked me about how Henry and Beth/Eva feel about JJ, here's the vice versa: How does JJ feel about our resident Ashford family 👀

Hi Sapphire 😁 thanks for sending this in! Let's see J.J's thoughts about the Ashford family!!

Henry:

J.J would be really wary of him and maybe cold if Elias introduce them the first day after she arrives. Which is more like an instinct, after the two years surviving on her own, than really something against Henry. And maybe for the first month or so, she will avoid him.

That until she starts trusting him more, which happens when J.J starts popping her head inside the comms office to spy a bit on him. After a while, she actually enters the office to speak with him. Maybe ask him if he knew her father and ask about his years with the Ghosts.

Definitely she would trust him a lot and go to him for some advice sometimes. And if she trusts Elias completely in the battlefield, she trusts Henry's instructions over comms blindly as well.

Also! (Little spoiler of my plans >:3) I think that, during Ghost Killer, when she chases Rorke and everything goes to hell...she'll call for him.

"Henry, please, help...me." She'd say over comms before falling unconscious.

Beth:

I think J.J would admire Beth a lot. Almost like a little sister admires an older sister. Probably that's why she tried to speak with her at first, but if Beth doesn't say anything or ignores her, then J.J would shrug and simply keep training to be of help. Maybe on a mission J.J spots an enemy sneaking behind Beth, and without a word, she shoots them down before smiling at Beth when she looks up.

And when they start to speak, they probably would share some anecdotes. Even J.J would speak, just a bit, about the camp she grew up if Beth asks about her or something. Also, J.J would be happy of sparring with her.

Eva:

Definitely I can see J.J crashing on the medic bay to speak with Eva often. Maybe just for gossip, maybe to ask for advice or just to pass time with her. And just like with Beth, J.J would admire Eva too!

She'd be really eager to learn anything from Eva, paying attention to everything. And also, J.J would bring her some wood figurines she carved herself (a hobby she learnt for years) as some gifts.

[srim01997]

Second Chance | Aemond T. X OFC

Paring:  Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Aemond Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Implied Aegin II Targaryen x Celtigar! OFC

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Violence, Blood mentiond

Writer’s note: Sorry for my grammar and I used this web to translate High Valyrian >> This web <<

Please ilke, comment and reblog!!

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Chapter 5  The Rouge Princess

“Kostagon nyke propose naejot ao, ñamar?” (Can I propose to you, Aunt?)

Viseara had to gather her composure as her young nephew's question struck her like a storm. He wanted to marry her? She stared at him, her mismatched eyes narrowing in disbelief. Was he serious, or was this some kind of childish joke? But the sincerity in Aemond's single eye told her he was completely serious.

“Who would dīnagon iā riña hae ao? (Who would marry a child like you?”) Viseara teased, poking at his cheek repeatedly. Aemond scowled, folding his arms.

“But skoros lo nyke mazverdagon bē naejot sagon vala? (But what if I grow up to be a man?”) he countered.

Viseara tousled his hair, both fond and exasperated. “Nyke'll sagon uēpa ondoso pār, doru-borto riñnykeā, (I’ll be old by then, stupid child.)”

she teased back. Surely, he was just playing around—children often said outlandish things. After all, though the Targaryens often married within their family, marriages between an aunt and nephew were exceedingly rare—unheard of, in fact, throughout their history.

“In Targārien history, daor ñamar would dīnagon nykeā nephew,  (In Targaryen history, no aunt has ever married a nephew.)” she said evenly.

“Sȳrī, nyke jāhor sagon se ēlī mēre bona marries zȳhon ñamar, (Well, I will be the first to marry his aunt.)” Aemond replied with determination.  “Jaelan naejot dīnagon ao, qilōni kostagon forbid nyke? (I want to marry you; who can forbid me?)”  he challenged.

“Aōha muña. (Your mother,)” Viseara shot back with a smirk.

But as she pondered, her mind drifted to her past life. In that timeline, Aemond had never shown interest in marriage to anyone, least of all her. He had been consumed by swordplay, philosophy, and history, and far more enamored with Daemon's prowess than any potential partner. After losing his eye, he had grown distant, isolating himself. She had once stolen a sapphire from Driftmark’s vaults and secretly given it to Maester Orwyle to craft into a replacement for Aemond’s missing eye.

What had changed to make her nephew, who now barely reached her shoulder, propose marriage?

This precocious little brat…

“Yn isse se future, ao jāhor rhaenagon hāeda se gevie riñnykeā than aōha ñamar, she told him gently. (But in the future, you will meet a young and beautiful maiden far better than your aunt.)” She knew of his future betrothal to Floris Baratheon to secure House Baratheon's allegiance for the Greens. “Pār ao might forget se kivio ao vēttan naejot issa. (Then you might forget the promise you made to me.)”

Aemond pouted further, muttering, “Daorys wants naejot dīnagon nykeā ugly prince raqagon issa. (No one wants to marry an ugly prince like me.)”

“Nykeā scar syt vali iksos nykeā rigle, (A scar for men is an honor.)” she countered, her tone firm yet kind.

She rested her hands on his small shoulders, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his eye patch. “Ao jāhor find nykeā sȳz ābrazȳrys, valonqar. (You will find a fine wife, boy.)”

The words were gentle, but her heart carried an unshakable foreboding. Would he truly find the happiness she wished for him? Or would the turbulent future of their family sweep them all into ruin?

Three Years Later

Viseara watched as Elea and Aegon were engaged in a heated argument rather than a conversation. Elia, the young Celtigar lady, held Aegon’s ear in her small grasp, twisting it with surprising strength. Meanwhile, Criston and Alicent stood nearby, their mouths agape at the sight of the bold girl standing her ground against Alicent’s eldest son.

Otto, on the other hand, seemed pleased. The Hand of the King relished the alliance between House Hightower and House Celtigar, though Viseara silently vowed to let the old leech savor his victory only to crush him later. She sipped her wine and observed the chaos below with amusement.

From her seat nearby, Maeria, busy with her embroidery, glanced up and said, “Mother, you look unusually pleased. Is there a story you’d like to share?”

“No,” Viseara replied smoothly, setting her goblet down. “I’m just deciding what gift to give Aemond. His thirteenth name day is approaching, after all.”

“I doubt the young prince would appreciate a childish gift. Perhaps...a dagger might suit him,” Maeria suggested with a sly grin.

“Honestly, I’ve already prepared his gift,” Viseara admitted, a corner of her lips curling into a smirk. “But I’ll have to give it to him discreetly. Alicent would never allow her children near something sharp.”

Maeria nodded knowingly, then leaned closer and spoke in a low voice. “Mother...I don’t trust Lord Larys.”

“Larys Clubfoot? Ser Harwin’s brother?” Viseara’s expression darkened. She glanced around, then locked the door and beckoned her eldest daughter to follow her into one ofthe secret passageways of the Red Keep.

“Speak, Maeria.”

“He’s often near Queen Alicent’s chambers. Every time he visits, she dismisses her servants to speak with him privately,” Maeria explained, her tone serious.

“Go on.”

“Once, while cleaning the queen’s chambers, I found...a white stain on the sofa. It looked like—”

“I understand,” Viseara cut her off, feeling a wave of nausea. She could already imagine what secrets Larys held over the Green Queen.

“Listen, Maeria. Keep an eye on him, but don’t let him catch on. Do you understand?”

Her daughter nodded firmly. When their conversation ended, they returned to the main room, acting as though nothing had happened. Soon after, a knock came at the door.

“The Princess Viseara and Lady Maeria are invited to the celebration of Prince Aemond’s name day,” a guard announced.

“Thank you. We’ll be there shortly,” Viseara replied, tying her hair into a braid before heading out with her daughter.

King Viserys, who was not fond of extravagant celebrations, organized a small gathering with close family and a few noble guests. Lords and ladies showcased their daughters to Aemond, hoping to arrange a match for the one-eyed prince. However, some could not conceal their disdainful glances and whispered snide comments about his missing eye.

“Ser Harrold, has a stray dog wandered into the Red Keep? It’s barking so much I’m tempted to kick it,” Viseara quipped loudly, sending a ripple of nervous laughter and gasps through the crowd.

As the commotion died down, Viseara noticed Aemond retreating to a secluded corner. She followed him and found him sitting alone on a stone bench, his face stormy with frustration.

“Skoro syt iksos se byka prince kesīr mērī? (Why is the little prince here alone?)” she asked, her mismatched eyes softening. “Ziry iksos aōha birthday tubī, Aemond. Ao should jikagon ȳzaldrīzes naejot se hāeda ābri. (It’s your birthday today, Aemond. You should talk to the young ladies.)”

“Nyke feel unattractive, ñamar. (I feel unattractive, Aunt.) ” Aemond muttered. “Ao ūndegon skoros pōnta're saying bē issa. (You see what they’re saying about me.)”

“Ao issi gevie valonqar, nephew, (You are a beautiful boy, nephew,)” Viseara assured him, shaking her head. She handed him a small gift. Aemond examined it curiously before his eyes widened in surprise.

“Ziry iksos nykeā dagger. Ziry iksos vēttan hen valyrīha korzion. (It’s a dagger. It’s made from Valyrian steel.)”

“Kirimvose, ñamar. (Thank you, Aunt.)”

“Gaomagon daor ivestragī aōha muñnykeā ūndegon skoros nyke teptan ao. (Don’t let your mother see what I gave you.)”

Aemond nodded, quickly hiding the dagger beneath his cloak. He hugged Viseara tightly, catching her off guard. Her slender fingers ruffled his hair.

You’re such a sweet child now. Let’s see if you’ll grow up to kill your dear aunt someday, Aemond…

Viseara knew exactly what would happen later that night after Aemond's thirteenth birthday celebration—Aegon would take the young prince to a brothel to "gain some experience." There was no way the Targaryen woman would let that happen. Aemond was far too young to be exposed to such carnal experiences (unless he chose to do so when he was older). Clad in masculine attire and a dark cloak, she made her way to the brothel overseen by Madam Sylvie.

As soon as she stepped inside, the courtesans and companions gathered around her. It was no surprise; she was as popular as her twin brother in this district. Winking at the eager crowd, she smiled sweetly and said, “Not now, dears. I’m here to fetch my nephews who have sneaked away. Perhaps another time.”

Viseara strode down the corridor with purpose, stopping at a particular room. She yanked the curtain open, revealing Aemond trembling in place and Aegon’s face drained of all color. Her voice, formerly sweet and gentle, turned cold and sharp. “Madam Sylvie, thank you, but maybe next time. This one,” she cast a cutting glance at Aegon, “will come along quietly. Or shall I drag you out by your ear?”

Both princes hurried to follow her in silence. As they made their way through the brothel district, Viseara's keen eyes scanned the surroundings. She had to get them back to the Red Keep before anyone noticed them—or, even worse, before Alicent discovered that her eldest son had brought the youngest to such a place.

Finally, she addressed Aegon, “I don’t blame you for bringing him here, but let him grow up a little first. And remember,” her tone turned icy, “my daughter will be your wife one day.”

Her steps halted abruptly when a group of rough-looking men stepped out to block their path. “Oh, for the love of—” she muttered under her breath.

“Well, look who it is,” one sneered. “The little sister of the rogue prince.”

Viseara instinctively pushed her nephews behind her, searching for a way out. But when the men encircled them, her protective instincts kicked in. “Not going anywhere, are you, princess?” another leered. “But don’t worry; we’ll let the kids go if you come play with us.”

With a sharp motion, she drew her Valyrian steel dagger, its blade gleaming even in the dim light. “Touch me or them,” she hissed, “and I’ll cut your hands off.”

The men lunged, and Viseara fought them off with skill and fury. Behind her, Aemond yelled, “Help! Someone’s attacking a woman!”

Distracted by his cry, one of the men managed to strike her, leaving a shallow cut across her face. Furious, she retaliated by slashing his hand, and at that moment, the City Watch arrived.

“Seize them!” the gold-cloaked captain barked, his men detaining the attackers. His eyes widened as he saw Viseara. “M’lady—”

“Are the princes safe?” she cut him off.

“They’re unharmed.”

That night, chaos erupted in the Red Keep. The story spread quickly: the rogue princess had been attacked while protecting her nephews. Alicent, thankfully, believed Aemond’s half-truth that he had sneaked out alone, prompting his aunt and brother to search for him. The Queen punished both Aemond and Aegon with confinement to their chambers for their reckless behavior. Meanwhile, Viseara, her face wrapped in bandages, rested in her quarters.

"Two scars already,” she grumbled to herself. “What a way to start my second chance at life.”

The sound of the mattress dipping startled her. She turned to see Aemond looking at her with wide, innocent eyes.

“Aren’t you grounded?” she asked sharply. “How did you get into my room?”

“I read in a book that there are secret passages here,” Aemond explained. “I guessed one might lead directly to your chamber. I just wanted to check on you, aunt.”

Viseara sighed, too groggy from painkillers to argue. She gestured vaguely toward the door. “Fine. Now go back to your room.”

Instead of leaving, Aemond leaned over, kissed the bandage on her cheek, and whispered, “Good night, aunt.”

He vanished back into the secret passage, leaving Viseara stunned.

When did this boy become so sly?

TBC.

[memoria-99]

Wizardess Heart: Meaning of characters' names

Liz: God's promise

Elias: Jehovah is god, The strong lord

Luca: Bringer of light / Luciano: Light

Yukiya: Long lasting happiness

Klaus: People's victory

Randy: Shield / Serge: Guardian

Azusa: Catalpa tree

Joel: Jehovah is god, God is willing

Vincent: Conquering

Leon: Lion

Cerim: Confidence

Guy: Leader

Glenn: From the wooded valley

Leslie: Holly garden, Glorious ruler

Sigurd: Guardian of victory

Mel: Honey, Brave strength, Bald(?)

Zeus: Sky Greek god crazy for women

Hiro: Prosperous, Tolerant

Alfonse: Noble, Ready for battle

Caesar: Head of hair

Lucious: Light

Hugo: Spirit, Intellect

Hisoka: Secret, Scarlet thought poem Pedophile clown

Willem: Resolute protector

Nox: Night

Rex: King

Gray: literally Gray

Ted: God's gift

Lars: Crowned with laurel

Clive: Cliff

Florin: Flourishing

Albert: Noble and bright

Light: literally Light

Felix: Happy, Fortunate

Vain: Glad

Viggo: War

Amelia: Hardworking

Randolph: Shield wolf

Conrad: Brave counsel

Aulelia: Golden

Brunhild: Armed for battle / Eress: Wonderful

Saella: Happiness, Bliss

Claudia: Enclosure, Lame(?)

Sephira: West wind, Sapphire

Clara: Clear, Bright

Elaine: Shining light

Scarlett: Red

Augustus: Magnificent

Lacan: White

Zett: Olive

Taffy: A type of candy

Ronny: Powerful

Chica: Small young girl

Mischa: Honey, Who is like god

Hachi: Eight, Bee Japanese loyal dog

Chocolate Cake: literally Chocolate cake

Nidhogg: Curse striker

Zurvan: God of time

Shu: Warm hearted, Circuit

...

Elias=Joel

Klaus+Serge=Sigurd

Leon chose a weird name considering his identity

Mel would envy Caesar

Zurvan=male ver Liz(???)

Btw Leslie and Viggo really matches the owners' character

[butterflyintochains]

First Winter In Vancouver

After a long and eventful 2024 season, Gabriella decides to stay home in Vancouver over the end of the year. Longing for two months uninterrupted with her boyfriends, Elias Pettersson and Quinn Hughes. The newest World Number Eleven is happier than ever, content to be a girlfriend for a while, and relax with her little family. Even better, she's finally going to be attending her first ever Canucks Game soon!

tw: anxiety, some elements of sexism, some slight bigotry, and some usual people being idiots. Nothing too heavy, but just so you're aware.

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The jet lag took a few days to iron itself out. Riyadh to Vancouver flights should be illegal in so many ways. But, Gabriella is happy to be home in Vancouver, the city she has fallen head over heels for so quickly. She has her cats, her dog, and her boyfriends, so what's not to love about this place? Gabriella wakes up at nine, alone in bed, not ideal, but she knows why. Arwen leaps up on the bed next to her, she says. ''Good morning, baby.'' Of the quartet, Arwen is her alarm clock. She gets up, and goes for a shower. After that, she brushes her teeth, does her hair, and gets some makeup on. Her clothes for today are black skinny jeans, a Lacoste polo, and one of her tennis cardigans. Arwen and Atticus follow her down to the living room, where there's a note from the boys on the coffee table.

For when you get up, Ella. The cats and Finn are fed, we're at morning skate, we love you. Elias and Quinn.

Gabriella nods, and smiles, touching her necklaces. Quinn's emerald and Elias' sapphire never leave her neck. She grabs some breakfast, and eats while watching some TV. Legolas leaps up onto her lap, Daenerys not far behind him. ''Hello, my little loves, I missed you too.'' Finn, the trio's adorable new Aussie Shepherd puppy, sits at her feet. The pets have been lovingly named 'The Whistler Zoo' on social media. ''Hello to you too, Finn.'' Gabriella looks up at the shelves for their awards, her trophies from Dubai, Rosmalen, and Tokyo sitting pride of place. Her runner up trophies from Toronto and Beijing right next to them. She did so well this year. There's also her tennis bags to sort out, but that can wait.

After breakfast, she laces up her boots, and puts her coat on after calling an Uber to take her to Thunderbird Centre. It's rare that she has nothing to do of a day, and she wants to spend it with her boys. They arrive, the driver says. ''There you are, miss. That'll be 12 dollars.''

She pays him, and smiles. ''Thank you, sir.'' She gets out of the car, and hoists her bag onto her shoulder before heading inside. She hopes practice is open today. The place is still a bit maze like to her, but she finds the rink. The boys are working hard on some drills, Gabriella sits down in sight of the benches, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. She's already in awe of the synergy between Elias and Quinn on ice, it's as if they can read each other's thoughts. There are still so many members of the team she doesn't know. She met JT, Thatcher, and Brock in Toronto. Brock, Dakota, Conor, and Nils came to Wimbledon. But, that's about it. Tocchet says, in full coach-mode. ''Good work, boys! Petey, beautiful handling, keep it going.'' He addresses the rest. ''Six laps and go shower!''

After training is over, Gabriella goes to meet the boys in the common area. Elias greets her first, zipping his team jacket up before hugging her. ''Hi, Angel.'' Elias says.

Gabriella leans up to kiss him. ''Hi, sweetheart.'' She asks him about their boyfriend. ''Where's Quinn?'' Elias kisses her cheek, and goes to grab some lunch. ''Media duties.'' They sit down at a table together, and talk while Elias eats. Finally, Quinn comes through, face lighting up. ''Good to see you, Angel.'' He leans over to kiss her. Gabriella never feels quite right just kissing one of them. ''Good to be here, honey.'' Quinn goes to grab some lunch, and sits with them both. Gabriella also hugs Brock and Conor. ''You guys looked amazing out there today.''

Brock flashes her a big smile. ''Thank you very much, Ella.'' Dakota asks her. ''You comin' to the game on sunday?''

Gabriella helps herself to some tuna and salad with a small portion of pasta. Daniel would kill her if she wasn't eating regularly. ''Yeah, I'm very excited!''

JT promises her. ''We'll make sure to win it for you, Ella. The Sharks won't stand a chance.'' Gabriella laughs, and eats her lunch. Truth be told, her excitement is mixed with more than a little bit of dread. The other ladies will be there too, it's them she's afraid of more than anything. Not that her boys will get to know that. Elias and Quinn introduce her to the guys she hasn't met yet. ''Fil, this is our girlfriend, Canadian number one tennis player: Gabriella Lemieux. Ella, this is my d-partner, Filip Hronek.''

She politely shakes his hand, she's heard good things from Quinn about Hronek. ''Good to meet you, Filip.'' Elias introduces her to his linemates, Danton Heinen and Daniel Sprong. ''Good to finally see who these two always talk about.'' Teddy Blueger jokes.

Gabriella laughs, sitting back down at the table. ''That's what my friend, Felix, said this summer when we were at Wimbledon. You can all call me 'Ella' if you want, by the way.'' She's blown away with how nice and respectful they all are to her. Treating her as a friend right away, and asking her about her tennis career.

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The night before gameday, the trio are fast asleep in bed, Gabriella curled up with her head on Elias' chest, and Quinn's arms around her waist from behind. Their pets all asleep in their beds as well. Gabriella's hand tightens around Elias' shirt, rousing him from sleep. The house is quiet, Quinn is in a deep sleep, but Gabriella is breathing quickly, He gently strokes her cheek, bringing her out of whatever nightmare she was having. ''Hey, Gabriella, it's okay, what was it?'' He whispers to her, hoping Quinn doesn't wake up. Gabriella blinks a few times, drying her eyes. ''Just a bad dream, Elias.''

Elias asks, wanting to know what's causing her such pain. ''What about?''

Gabriella says, sniffling. ''It's so stupid. But, we were all hanging out after the game, and the wives and girlfriends of the others would not stop calling me a 'whore' and a 'slut', saying I was a 'freak' for dating both of you.'' She stops to breathe, her mind racing a mile a minute. ''And, you two weren't there, so no one stopped them.''

Elias kisses her forehead, helping her calm down. Somehow, Quinn is still asleep, but, not even a bomb exploding could wake him up. ''We'll have a talk with the boys, angel, we won't let anyone hurt you, promise.''

Gabriella whispers. ''Thank you.'' In time, they get back to sleep, joining Quinn in slumber again.

They have a slower morning, relaxing together with their pets and a movie. After lunch, the boys go for a pre-game nap, and Gabriella walks Finn. She so wishes Leylah and Bianca were here, for familiar hands to hold during the game. The boys come down in their game suits. Looking unfairly handsome. Gabriella will be getting ready a bit later. ''Okay, babe, we'll see you later.'' Quinn says, hugging her tightly, and kissing her. ''Can't wait to see you, angel.'' Elias says, and kisses her. Gabriella says to them, holding their hands in hers. ''Play well, stay safe, don't get in trouble. I love you both, and I'll see you very soon.''

They say in unison. ''We love you too.'' They go out to the car together. Gabriella uses the two empty hours to check some work emails, some stuff from her sponsors, and an early form she needs to fill out about her early quarter schedule. All of that can be done later. So, after a quick dinner, she goes to wash her hair, and put some makeup on. She opts for black tights with a black collared pencil dress and her leather jacket with heeled boots. ''Here goes nothing, kids.'' She says to their pets.

She gets an Uber down to Rogers Arena, finding herself intimidated by the sheer size of the place. She takes the ticket and pass out of her purse, and gets into the concourse. She grabs some water and a chocolate bar - the one sweet thing she allows herself. Gabriella goes to find her seat, in the family and friend section. She texts Daniel, in need of her second-dad.

Gabriella: Danny, I'm at the game, and I'm scared.

He texts back, the boys must have filled him in on her dream last night.

Best Coach: Deep breaths, kiddo, you're going to be fine. If anyone says anything to you, you tell them every way they're wrong, okay?

Taking deep breaths, Gabriella nods to herself, and texts back.

Gabriella: Will do. Love you, Danny.

He replies quickly.

Best Coach: Love you too, kiddo.

The other wags file in with their kids and some Canuck parents. Gabriella gives some of the ladies a shy smile. It's so strange, she's so confident on a court, nothing can bend her, and even less breaks her. Here, she's unsure and shy. Surrounded by people she's certain hate her and all she represents. ''Ella! Hi, Ella!'' JT Miller's daughter, Scarlett, runs up to her, bringing her out of her head. ''Hi, Scarly, you've gotten big since I last saw you! And, I love your braid, did mama do it for you?''

Scarlett nods. ''Uh huh, it's your braid too!'' It is her braid, the braid she wears her hair in for tournaments. ''She insisted on it, so did Scotty.'' Natalie says, sitting next to her. ''You look pale, are you okay?''

Gabriella nods. ''Just a bit... nervous being around the team's families, I'm not exactly... normal, y'know?'' She says, she likes Natalie, and trusts her too. ''Depends on how one defines 'normal', sweetie. My normal and your normal are different. Yours is Elias and Quinn, and that's okay.'' Gabriella nods, and admits while watching the boys skate out for warm-ups. ''I just don't want you all treating me differently, I get enough of that from the press, and I'm sick of it.'' Michela Myers says. ''Well, with us, you're part of the family.''

The game gets underway, Gabriella singing the national anthem with the kids. Brock gets them on the board early, Gabriella cheers for her friend. Halfway through the first, Quinn wires a pass to Elias, who takes the shot from the circle. ''That's my boys!'' Gabriella cheers for them. Late into the period, JT and Danton both notch goals to close the period 4-0. ''Liking your first game so far, Gabriella?'' Brock's girlfriend, Bella, asks. Gabriella nods, finishing her chocolate. ''Yeah, totally different vibe to tennis matches too.''

The second period begins, and the team increase their lead quickly with a goal from Quinn to make it 5-0, and another from Teddy not too long after for 6-0. One of the Sharks scores late into the period for 6-1. During intermission, the announcer for the arena says. ''Tonight, Canucks Nation, we have a very special person in this arena. World Number eleven and Canadian number one: Gabriella Lemieux!'' Her face flashes up on the jumbotron, Gabriella stands and waves to the cheering crowd. Taking her seat again with shaking legs.

The third is a bit dry until the tenth minute, when DeBrusk nets a beauty to open scoring for 7-1, and another one of the Sharks scores another for 7-2 a minute later. ''Come on, boys.'' Gabriella says. In the dying minutes, Elias scores on a breakaway to close the game 8-2. ''That was amazing.'' Gabriella says to Natalie.

Natalie laughs, watching Scarlett take Gabriella's hand. ''Yeah, something tells me Quinn and Elias insisted they win for you.'' They go backstage together with the other ladies. After media is over, Natalie and the kids run over to JT. ''I love the braids, girls, did mama do them?''

Scotlyn nods excitedly. ''Yeah! Now we look like Ella!'' Gabriella laughs, informing her older friend. ''I'm touched, really, I am.'' Elias and Quinn come in, lips puffy from what must have been a post-game kiss of their own. Gabriella kisses them both, and says. ''Fantastic game, my loves.''

Quinn says, smiling brightly. ''All for you, angel.'' Elias keeps his hand on her back, and says. ''They never stood a chance with you here.'' Scarlett asks her daddy. ''Uhm, daddy, why did Ella kiss both Huggy and Petey?'' Gabriella grips Quinn's hand and Elias' bicep tighter.

JT says to the little crowd of kids who have congregated around him at Scarlett's question. ''You know how I kiss mommy because I love her?'' Scarlett nods, JT says. ''Ella kisses Huggy and Petey because she loves them. And, Huggy and Petey kiss because they love each other, and they love her.''

The boys help their shaking girlfriend sit down. ''How can she love both of them, daddy?'' Scotlyn asks.

Gabriella explains in a child friendly way, the same way she did for her nephew back in Montreal when he asked her about how this worked. ''Some people want one cookie with their milk, just like your moms and dads do. Some want two, just like myself, Quinn, and Elias do.'' She hopes the kids understand this analogy, it worked on Mathieu. Little Tristan Myers says, seemingly getting it right away. ''Oh, okay, cool!''

After some time with the team, the trio drive home together. Gabriella needs to get herself a new car at some point, she sold her car before the move, and it's high time she gets a new one. Once home, the boys eat, and they get into comfortable clothes. Atticus leaps up onto Gabriella's lap after she sits on the couch. ''Hello, baby.'' She says, scratching him behind his ear as he likes. ''Well, tonight went better than I thought it would.'' Quinn says, crashing in an armchair with Legolas in his lap.

Elias nods, playing with Finn on the sofa next to Gabriella. ''It did, that 8-2 win was so much better than I expected.'' Gabriella nods, and says. ''Perfect score for the game too. I'm also glad nobody was mean to me tonight.'' She admits as Arwen and Daenerys curl up next to her.

Quinn says, seeming pleased with that. ''Good, you deserve to be treated with respect, and nothing less.'' Elias adds, leaning over to kiss her on the head. ''I'm glad you feel safe at our games.''

They head to bed together, this time Gabriella rests her head on Quinn's chest, he's always warm and his heartbeat calms her down. While Elias holds her from behind, he's the tallest, and the biggest of them. They are both her comfort and safety.

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A couple of days pass, the boys are on a four game roadtrip to Colorado, Minnesota, Chicago, and Detroit before a homestay. So, Gabriella is alone at home for a while with their pets. She deals with her emails, filing her first quarter schedule to the tour: Melbourne, Doha, Dubai, and the Sunshine Double. Then, she drags her tennis bags out of the closet to sort through them. She takes her unstrung racquets out, and unwraps the grips. Daenerys seems to like playing with her discarded grip tape. ''Is that fun, Dany?'' She pets her youngest cat on the neck as she likes. The racquet frames will go in the sink later. She tests some sharpies, and chucks them all out. Her tennis clothes go in the laundry hamper, her shoes go in the coat room. Her mini skincare kit will be refreshed, as will her mini first-aid kit. Thankfully, her water bottles are in the kitchen cupboard, and there's no food or energy bars left in the bags. She finds her good luck charm section. She carries four good luck items on her: her first racquet, a family photo, a small Montreal flag, and her nana's rosary. Those stay put. Finally, some dead tennis balls. ''Finn, come here, boy!'' She calls their puppy over. ''Finn, see this, buddy?'' She asks him, holding a tennis ball, he gets excited. ''Go, fetch!''

He runs after the ball, and dutifully brings it back to her, with a small bark that startles Atticus. ''Good boy, Finn!'' Fetching has been the hardest trick for him, apparently because of his breed. Gabriella gives him a small treat. She plays fetch with him for a bit longer. Atticus gives a miffed meow, Gabriella gives her eldest a kiss. ''I love you too, Atticus.'' He's her little star, the cat that she saved, and that saved her.

That takes her until after lunch, then, she takes Finn out for a walk to the local park. The cats are strictly indoor cats, so she loves getting this time with Finn. It's getting colder now, and frosty. Gabriella wants to enjoy this first winter in Vancouver, she'll not see true winter again until next year. It'll be late spring in Australia right now, and heading into summer. She snaps a stick from a tree, and waves it in front of Finn's little face. ''Finn, ready, boy?'' He excitedly pants, and barks. ''Go and get it!'' She throws it for him. He runs off to retrieve it, and drops it at her feet. ''Good boy, Finn.''

A bit up the path, a little girl says to her mom. ''That puppy is really cute, mommy.'' Gabriella clips the leash back on, and walks Finn over to the little girl. ''Can I pet him, miss?'' The girl says.

Gabriella nods happily. ''Of course you can, he's called Finn, what's your name?'' The girl gently pets Finn, and says. ''Emilia, miss.'' Gabriella smiles. ''My name is Gabriella.''

The mom says. ''You don't sound like you're from around here.'' Gabriella says, chuckling at Finn loving the attention. ''I'm from Montreal, I moved west this past summer. I love this city already.''

After their little outing, they return home. Finn goes for a little nap in his bed. Gabriella looks into a good car from a local dealership. She's lucky she doesn't have a sponsorship from a car brand yet, so she has her pick of the crop.

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Gabriella goes down to the dealership the following day, dead set on a French brand of some sort. The owner of the dealership points her in the direction of a really nice and affordable Peugeot hybrid in a rich red. She test drives it around the parking lot, and it drives really well, the seats are comfortable. There's plenty of room in it for the three of them or the pets if needs be. So, she returns to the front and says to the dealer. ''I think this one is perfect, sir.''

He smiles, and says. ''Very well, Miss Lemieux, right this way.'' She goes to sign the papers, and gets the key in hand. And, she's out of there with a brand new car for herself. Once home, she shows the animals the new car. ''Like it, Arwen?'' She asks her eldest girl. Arwen meows.

That night, after the team's 3-2 overtime win against the Wild, she updates the boys over Zoom call while in bed. ''Got myself a car at last, so that's finally sorted.''

Elias asks, smiling through the screen at her. ''Good, what kind of car?''

Gabriella says, sipping her water. ''A deep red Peugeot hybrid. Kind of looking for them to sponsor me, actually.''

Quinn nods, and asks her, in bed next to Elias in their hotel room, making Gabriella really want to fly to St Paul. ''Rogers recently signed you as well, didn't they?''

Gabriella nods, and yawns. ''Yeah, after I made the final in Toronto.'' After some time to talk, they sign off, and get to sleep. Gabriella never feels quite as comfortable on her own as she does with the boys in bed with her, but she's too tired to stay up any longer. There was once a time when sleep was difficult for her, not anymore, thank God.

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The boys are still away on their roadtrip a couple of days later. And, Gabriella has a sit down interview at Rogers Arena with Elliotte Friedman for Sportsnet. She had no idea they were so interested in her until a few days ago. She's had to give plenty of interviews over the last year during her climb to the top fifteen. So, she dresses nice, does her hair and makeup, and drives down to the arena for the interview. She's escorted to a vacant media room, and she meets Elliotte, who greets her with a handshake. ''Hello, Gabriella, how are you?''

Gabriella smiles and says, sitting down. ''Great, how are you?'' Elliotte says, he seems polite enough. ''I'm good, thank you.'' Elliotte does his bit for the cameras. ''So, I'm sitting here with the current Canadian Number One, and newest World Number eleven tennis player - Gabriella Lemieux. Firstly, how does that feel to hear?''

Gabriella laughs, and says. ''It feels surreal, not gonna lie, but I'm so proud of having gotten here. It's nice to hear it, think of where I've been, and where I still can go.''

Elliotte asks her, getting on the subject of tennis right away. ''I suppose we should start at the beginning, how did you first find tennis?''

Gabriella thinks for a moment, and says. ''I was four and a half years old, and the same way we all do, really. Watching tennis matches, and going 'I want to do that! Can I do that?', my parents said yes, and bought me my first tennis racquet for my fifth birthday. I'm a december baby, and that was all I wanted.'' She smiles, and adds to her answer. ''I still carry that little racquet with me in my bags as a good luck charm.''

Elliotte asks her about her childhood heroes. ''Who did you look up to growing up?''

Gabriella says, shifting in her seat. ''Serena Williams is a huge inspiration to me, I remember watching her and wondering; how the hell does she do it? How is she that good? Maria Sharapova as well, she was just so intense. They were before my time, but Graf, Hingis, and Seles inspired me as well.'' Gabriella also remembers her male inspirations. ''Lleyton Hewitt and Daniel Nestor - my coach - also were favourites of mine.''

Elliotte says, nodding. ''I think Serena is an inspiration to everyone. And, how did this partnership with Nestor come to be?'' Gabriella says, that memory sticks in her mind. ''At a tennis tournament when I was seventeen. We got to talking, and he agreed to be my coach as soon as I was eighteen.''

Elliotte asks her, the bond between Gabriella and Daniel is famous by now. ''How important is that relationship to you?'' Gabriella says, smiling brightly. ''Incredibly. I wouldn't be here without him. The only people I'm closer to than him are my family and boyfriends. He's my friend, my second-dad, my confidant, my port in a storm.'' Elliotte asks her, after some talk about her rise in the rankings. ''Now, this was all very quick, because until this past January, you hadn't played a professional match in nine months.''

This is where things get sad for her. ''Yeah, I needed that time off, though.''

Elliotte gently asks her, passing her some tissues across the table. ''Take me back to then if you want to.'' Gabriella nods, and thinks of how to get her story in order. ''Okay, so, I had been with my ex-boyfriend for just over three years, since I was eighteen. We lived together and everything, he played soccer in Montreal.''

Elliotte asks her further. ''What happened there?''

Gabriella gives a sad smile, and says. ''I had just gotten back from our tournament in Miami, this was in 2022. He was meant to pick me up, but he wasn't there. I found out he was cheating on me, and was with his side-piece from a neighbour. So, I packed his shit up, and locked him out of the apartment. He came to get his stuff, and I was in bits inside, and that's when my spiral began.'' The tears are starting already, this is the pain that will never leave her, even after years with her boys.

Elliotte asks her, a sympathetic look on his face. ''What was going on with you after that, Gabriella?''

Gabriella says, turning her grandma's ring on her finger. ''I started having major depressive episodes, to the point of having to force myself to do basic things like getting out of bed. Panic attacks. I wasn't eating properly.'' She also goes into the hardest part of it all. ''I also started waiting for the people in my life to leave me. I started wondering 'how much longer will I have with Daniel? With my friends? My family?' That's something no one tells you about being cheated on, everyone you love becomes suspicious to you.''

Elliotte asks her, still gentle in his tone. ''How did that affect your tennis? Because you were still winning matches, right?'' Gabriella nods, and swallows some water. ''Yeah, I was. But, I was playing to escape my head, to knock myself out at night. I wasn't playing out of love, I was playing out of fear. Fear of my mind, fear of everything.''

Adjusting his seating position, Elliotte says. ''When did you realise you needed help? When was it that you decided to step back for yourself?''

Gabriella gives a hollow laugh. ''Daniel sat me down, and said; ''you're not well, we need to get you into therapy, we can't keep going like this.'' And, I broke down, and agreed to the hiatus.'' She continues. ''So, I got an exemption to go on medication, started therapy, and announced my indefinite hiatus from tennis in spring 2023.''

Elliotte says. ''You had this outpouring of support from your friends on Team Canada and Team USA, how did that feel to receive?'' Gabriella says, tearing up again. ''It felt amazing, you know? Seeing Leylah, Bianca, Denis, and Felix in particular telling me they love me, hoping I came back healthier. I just felt so overwhelmed with it.'' Elliotte asks her about the hiatus. How much those first days off hurt her, how her cats got her through it all. ''I picked up baking and crochet over my break, I also got into house plants. I'd skate, go for walks, take care of the cats. It was good to slow down, by summer I was feeling so much better.''

Elliotte then asks her. ''When did your therapist and Daniel decide you were safe to train again? It sounds to me like tennis became a kind of drug for you.''

Gabriella nods, and admits to him. ''Yeah, it did, I had to give my tennis gear to my parents and everything to avoid the temptation. I was using tennis to hurt myself.'' She thinks for a minute or so. ''I think it was around October when I was allowed to train again, Danny and I got back together in Toronto, and we got on with easing me back into tennis.''

Elliotte asks her, he's spoken to hundreds of hockey players about this. ''What was the hardest part of training camp for you?'' Gabriella says, not needing to think much. ''Learning to play out of love again, re-discovering my love for tennis, why I chose this sport when I was little.''

Elliotte segues into december of last year. ''Then, you come here in December 2023, and fall in love with Quinn and Elias, you go into this season, and become our nation's best tennis player.'' Gabriella smiles brightly, and nods. ''Yeah, it still feels undeserved sometimes, but I'm better at shutting those feelings down now. I'm just happy to finally be in a good place again, with my friends, family, and boyfriends.''

To finish the interview after some talk about her moving west, the trio's life together, and their pets, Elliotte asks her. ''What advice to you have for young athletes going through mental health problems?'' Gabriella says. ''Cultivate a healing environment, you can't get better in the place you got sick. Know when to ask for help. Mostly just trust those around you, there is help, it is open to you, and things will get better.''

Elliotte says, earnestly and kindly. ''It has been a great pleasure to talk to you, Gabriella. Good luck on 2025 and beyond, hopefully you'll be a slam winner when I next see you.''

Gabriella smiles, and says. ''I hope so too. Thank you so much, Elliotte.''

After that, she spends some time at Rogers Arena before going home to the animals. That interview might just be the first really good one she's ever given.

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Her birthday comes and goes on December 10th, with cake and gifts from her people. A relaxed 24th birthday all things considered, but she'd have it no other way. Then, the trio get shopping for Christmas decorations and a nice tree for the house. They have a vacant corner in the living room that will be perfect for the tree. They arrive at the tree place, and find a perfect one. ''You're a bit later than most families.'' The manager says, as he readies to cut the tree down for them.

Quinn explains. ''It was Ella's birthday four days ago, we don't wanna mix the two events up.''

Elias nods, and says. ''Yeah, our girlfriend deserves her birthday being special.''

Gabriella says to the manager of the place. ''Not always fun having a December birthday. Could never really do anything at school because we'd be decorating for Christmas.'' The manager nods, and says, finishing wrapping their chosen tree up. ''I can understand that, my wife's birthday is on Canada Day.''

They pay up, and load the tree into the car, before driving home to put it up. Then, the fun part. They spend all day decorating the tree and the house. Once done, they crash on the couch together with their pets. Finn looks fascinated with the tree. Atticus curls up in Gabriella's lap, always a mama's boy. ''Like the tree, Atticus?'' She asks her eldest, who purrs contentedly. ''How about you, Legolas?'' The ginger tabby meows. Elias asks Arwen. ''Ready for our first Christmas and Hanukkah, Arwen?'' Arwen purrs, the bell on her collar jingling as she settles down.

Quinn gets back from setting the menorah up, and snuggles with Daenerys. ''How about you, Daenerys? Excited?'' Daenerys chirps as her dad pets her ears. Finn barks, wagging his little tail. ''I think Finn is excited anyway.'' Quinn says.

Elias laughs. ''Yeah, I'd say so.''

Gabriella looks up from petting her feline sons. ''Seems like it, doesn't it?''

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After a team Christmas lunch at the arena, the team host an annual family skate. Private, with press banned from the place for the whole day. As with other meals, Gabriella eats lightly, wanting to be in fighting trim as soon as New Year rolls around. She laces up her skates, and looks to her boyfriends. ''We ready?'' Elias and Quinn nod, and help her to her feet. They hit the ice together, and skate out before everyone else can make it to the rink. To the surprise of some of the other Canucks, Gabriella is a really good skater. She's sure on her feet, and elegant to boot. ''Didn't know you could skate so well, Ella.'' Conor says.

Gabriella laughs, and comes to a stop on the blueline. ''My mom taught me when I was little.'' Veronique Lemieux is a figure skating coach, and made sure her children knew how to skate. ''This got me through some rough times.''

The family skate goes incredibly well, the other ladies mostly looking after the kids, who invent little games to play on the rink. Gabriella remembers something, she grabs two of her racquets and a ball, and says. ''Anyone up for some ice tennis?''

JT asks. ''Wouldn't that get dangerous?''

Gabriella shrugs. ''Not necessarily, no. Any takers?'' Brock steps up, looking confident in his skating abilities if not in his tennis ability. Gabriella lets him serve first, using the red line as a net of sorts. He serves, and Gabriella returns with a softer forehand. They rally back and forth for a little bit, treating this as a super tiebreak. Which, eventually, Gabriella wins 10-8. ''That was incredible, Gabriella.'' Tocchet says from behind the bench.

Gabriella tidies her things away, and they get back to family skating time. ''Thank you, Mr Tocchet.''

After that, the trio get home, and relax with some hot chocolate and Christmas movies for the rest of the day. Gabriella is desperate to savour this time with her boyfriends. She's got four weeks until she flies to Melbourne for the Australian Open. Four short weeks of time with her two loves. And, she's gonna make them count for something.

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Christmas Day rolls around quickly, Gabriella wakes up warm, her head on Elias' chest, listening to his heartbeat. Quinn's strong arms wrapped around her from behind. It's snowing outside already, something Gabriella doesn't get to see very often anymore. It's nine in the morning. Elias opens his bright blue eyes, and smiles down at his girlfriend and boyfriend. Both of them are so incredibly precious to him. ''Merry Christmas, darling.'' He says to Gabriella.

She gently leans up to kiss him on the lips. ''Merry Christmas, sweetheart.'' This must wake Quinn up, the deepest sleeper of the Whistler Trio. ''Merry Christmas, babe and angel.''

Elias says to his boyfriend. ''Merry Christmas, Wolverine.'' He ruffles Quinn's wavy hair. Gabriella squeezes his hand on her hip. ''Merry Christmas, honey.''

They get about their day, dressed in fluffy socks, sweats, and Christmas sweaters. After pancakes and hot cocoa for breakfast, they dig into their gifts. Quinn gets a special hockey stick from his family with his name, captaincy, number, and Norris win engraved on it. Elias' family have personalized a varsity jacket for him with his three team logos on the sleeves. Gabriella has been gifted a special plaque with her current titles engraved on it from her family, with plenty of room for more. After opening some other gifts, they give their pets some presents. Then, their gifts to each other. Elias has gifted Quinn a new Rolex watch, and Gabriella the prettiest sapphire bracelet and earrings. ''Thank you, Elias.'' Quinn kisses him. Gabriella also kisses Elias. ''I love them, thank you.''

Quinn has gifted Elias a rare Vaxjo Lakers jersey with his name and number on it, and Gabriella a leather bound journal with a wonderful message from them both in the front. ''That is incredible, Quinn, thank you so much.'' Elias hugs him tight. Gabriella leans over to kiss Quinn. ''That's lovely, Quinn, thank you.''

Gabriella has went for something special for her boys. For them both, paintings of their career achievements so far by an artist friend of hers in Italy. ''And, there's these too!'' She hands them an envelope. Inside are grounds passes and tickets for next year's Canadian Open in Montreal. ''This is incredible, Ella, thank you.'' Quinn kisses her cheek. Elias nods, drying his eyes. ''Wow, even my Worlds gold. Thank you, alskling.'' He kisses her other cheek.

They stick some movies on while they have lunch. The afternoon is for relaxing, then, they get the salmon ready to cook for dinner. The thing about having three athletes in this house is that diet plans are pretty much set in stone. Elias gets the salmon ready, Quinn is on the vegetables, and Gabriella adds the finishing touches to her fruit pie - a recipe from her aunt. They sit down to their first ever Christmas dinner together. ''You know, I never once imagined I'd be here, having an amazing Christmas with two men who I love so much.'' Gabriella says.

Quinn chuckles, and says. ''Same, I never thought I'd find two people who I can't be without, but here I am.''

Elias nods, it's an odd little life they're building together, but he'd have it no other way. ''As a kid, I didn't think it was possible to love two people at once, I'm so happy to have been wrong.'' They get dessert done, and relax for the night with the cats and Finn. Then, at eleven, it's off to bed. They snuggle up together in the usual way, and drift off together as always. In a house full of love, full of happiness, full of hope. If there's anything they've learned over this past year, it's that love can be best with three.

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So, this took me a while to figure out. I've never written a throuple before, so it's a new dynamic for me to negotiate. I'll be going back to the social media format soon-ish. But, I was desperate to write a traditional story with these three, and winter is really the only time they all get together at home, so it was a good excuse to have them all in Vancouver.

Enjoy!

[daenystheedreamer]

hi can we know more about your ocs please....... i'm fascinated.

ABSOLUTELY i love thinking and talking and being crazy about them. putting all this under a cut cos ooo boy im not burdening your TLs with my rambling and omg it is. DEEPLY embarrassing. i go into canon oc danelle lothston and omaegorverse!

my specfic iteration of danelle comes from this thread of a fic i want to finish where she's got like Genre Awareness and can see ghosts both past and future and harrenhal is very house of leaves. like she sometimes watches the tourney at harrenhal she watches the doom of rhaegar lyanna elia and she grew up seeing the ghosts of alys harroway/alys rivers/rhaena targaryen/harren the black around the castle. she goes to the gods eye time vortex and exchanges sentimental items (her beloved deceased maids' stuff...) for shit thats fallen into the lake (its like genshin gacha, she's aiming for dark sister but she keeps getting aemond's sapphire eyeball -_-)

also harrenhal is unmapped and grows and shrinks and opens new passageways. also its sooo goofy but the library is like A Library Of Everything and has all information past present future and hence danelle knows she is doomed!!

its mostly me building my canon oc danelle lothston and viewing her through the eyes of the person who will one day doom her and hence take on the harrenhal curse and also they are horrible lesbians and danelle is visenya kin (wears armour all the time, does blood magic, is a lesbian)

OMAEGORVERSE oh omaegorverse my beloved beloathed...

maegor 'fixes' things with the faith by going okay targaryens will have a westerosi wife in the way of the faith and a targaryen wife in the way of old valyria. then all the kids can fight it out and whoever wins gets westeros and clearly whoever wins is blessed by your gods so if you say no i guess it means you disagree with your gods :/ he spends his time subjugating lords and probably doing prima noctus not cos he wants to fuck women but just to cuck men lol. basically making everyone's life absolute hell ESPECIALLY for his wife-husband viserys

viserys is utterly totally and absolutely traumatised, constantly dissociating, not even one foot in reality hes got like one toe in reality entirely devoted to his abomination children. i havent chosen exactly how i want visenya/alyssa/jaehaerys/alysanne to figure into this au but rhaena chooses to 'side' with maegor in order to protect viserys (plus some aerea/rhaella stuff) and possibly alysanne is forced into the faith and she too stays by viserys' side. anyway viserys is a wet and sad kicked kitten in this au he has The Worst Fucking Life Ever

JAEHAERYS: hes the first son, jaehaerys died for his birth and warning that will make this paragraph VERY confusing cos theres two jaehaeryses. viserys abjectly refuses to accept the death of jaehaerys because he feels totally responsible for it and he basically treats jaehaerys (his kid) like jaehaerys (his brother). imagine being the heir to a kingdom and your dad is like hi little brother how are you how is our wonderful and totally still alive mother alyssa :) and you are like who tf is alyssa YOU are my mother?? hence he has some identity issues. he was promised to aerea from birth to shore up inheritance and keep rhaena in line. he looks exactly like jaehaerys(son of alyssa) since whatever blood magic they use has to lilke make up for the fact maegor is infertile so its a combo of viserys+maegor+visenya+a sacrifice in this case jaehaerys. maegor thinks hes kind of a pussy cos hes not built like maegor and as a 3 year old he wasnt like wooo murder hell yeah!! hes very psychosexually freudian too he is VERY weird like imagine growing wth an omegafied mother-father i thikn that would make you a bit weird. i think he had a tysha-like sexual humiliation incident in the past too.

DAENYS: daenys my beloved i could go on forever. im not sure exactly where/what i want her to go/do. im biased wanting her to go to harrenhal but i think the hightower would make sense, to make up for the whole ceryse deal and keep them on maegor's side. gosh i♡examining the horrors of being a feudal child bride and growing up knowing thats all you are hee hee<3 she has a dragon but it's the runt of the litter it's like Large Horse sized (shes a horsegirl its her only friend!) rhaena used to take her flying on dreamfyre<3 aerea and rhaella were her only friends cos she was too scared of other people partly because viserys+maegor are insanely paranoid and partly because she was terrified of women because she had lesbian thoughts and thought she was evil for it. she's viserys' favourite she's his little dreamer his dream and hope and escape and that DEFINITELY didn't make her weird at all... maegor mostly ignores her cos she's not his heir and not the cooler daughter(viserra)

VISERRA: viserra is visenya kin through and through but also tyanna of the tower was used during her blood magic birth ritual so she's got double the insane womanism. she worships her dad! shes the first to claim a dragon and its huge and bigger than her brother's and she's a better fighter than him and taller. she's maegor's favourite (cough cough shes just like his mommy!!) and that made her crazy lol youve heard of girldad get ready for dadgirl. she haaaaates jaehaerys she thinks hes a pussy and she wants to fight him for inheritance + hates aerea cos by rights as jaehaerys' sister she should have married him and been queen. thinks daenys is a weird freak and feeds into daenys' insecurities and calls her a freak for having lesbian tendencies(homophobia♡) its a bit of a joffrey situation too like she could have been normal but unfortunately menace of the millenium maegor was like no youre my favourite youre the best youre the greatest youre my spiritual heir youre basically a god and because maegor is the ultimate evil patriarch and has isolated this horrible family of his she's like yeah well he's right about everything i guess i AM a god!!

[destined-if]

what r the ro’s style like ??

hii! i'll do images, and some descs on what i'd change about the outfits shown.

Ian/Ivy:

no jewelry besides rings for both. Isla:

idk why the quality dropped on this?? anyway, pretty much perfect. she has jewelry she wears constantly: a charm bracelet and a sapphire heart necklace.

Melody:

lowk perfect?? necklaces for both. Elias:

anything comfortable that has hoods on them, honestly. Casper:

idk what else he'd wear tbh. probably jeans instead of those black pants.

thank you for the ask!