funniest thing that happened this christmas— my brother went to help pick the baby up from her mom on christmas eve and stayed in the backseat with her on the long car ride back to help prevent a meltdown and then the next day was like “bluey rules. i mean this seriously that show is so good. that sleepy time episode is phenomenal, they did their own rendition of jupiter, it was so well-done.” literally had a danny devito “i get it now” moment
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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.
Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. A small teaser for what's to come in the next chapter.
(Masterpost. Words: 189. Rating: all audiences. Note: this snippet is a WIP and may change before chapter release.)
CHAPTER 39 TEASER
Peeking just her head through, Trevelyan took in the space. She’d not been here often. It acted as a second smithy, with forges and furnaces along the back wall, swathing the room in their warmth and light.
Yet, unlike the smithy of the Undercroft, soldiers would frequent this place. Armour and weaponry lined the racks, ready for use in training. A long bench, where they would prepare for exactly this, waited below.
Today, however, it boasted only one occupant.
The Commander had collapsed upon the bench, wrenching the plate from his body. Each piece clattered to the floor as soon as the straps came free. With all outside celebrating, there was no one to attend him.
And so he continued the task himself, stripping his mantle and laying it over his lap. Arms free, he tugged at his gorget until it came loose; removed it and the breastplate beneath. Just a gambeson, now, and his helm.
He discarded the latter first, his face at last revealed—exhausted, and panting.
Sweat-streaked skin glistened in the glow of the fires. But not mere sweat alone. Trevelyan gasped. Blood. There was blood.
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Okay rundown of the night: my special little boomer couldn’t figure out how to get a ticket so I just paid for him lol, then we went to bw3 for dinner and I was Very Normal about the fact the crosstown shootout was on tv (I was definitely not normal lmao I was like “repeat after me: UC sucks”) and I paid for dinner bc the waitress knew we were on a date but tbh I think he didn’t figure it out until the end when we were saying goodnight etc. Anyway everyone I’ve talked to said it went well and the follow up text he sent was a good sign so like. yay 🥰 oh and shoutout to all my homies here on tumblr who have been SO supportive, I love you and you’re great <3
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