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blackcat419 · 1 year ago

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Laena, Daemon, Baela, and Rhaena scene rewrite ideas

I started typing and I just couldn’t stop. Laena should have been such a great character.

The writers also easily could have written a better love story, relationship with her children, and characterized Laena by just changing the dialogue and actresses of the scenes Laena is already in. These changes can also remove a lot of the Misogynoir present in the story by not making Laena a place holder for a white woman, not making her death set up for a white woman’s death, removing the ‘fast black girl’ trope, giving her a truly loving marriage, and not turning her funeral into a joke. Disclaimer, despite my profile suggesting otherwise, I am not a cat but a white woman writing. Let me know if anything is falling into a bad trope for black women and I’ll rewrite it to be better!

First things first, I would age Laena up so she’s actually her cannon age when she marries Daemon. Savannah Steyn will be the first actress we see playing Laena. Visually and in text Laena is about 4 years older than Rhaenyra and Daemon. Savannah will play Laena from when she’s age 16 to age 20/21. Then Nanna Blondell will play Laena when she’s 30/31.

Pre time skip: Savannah Steyn

The first scene Laena is in is the joust, instead of having her just sit back and watch, Daemon should ask for her favor instead of Alicent’s. Laena can have a playful line like, “fight well cousin, your armor is too pretty to see dented.” Instead of low cut dresses for Laena’s signature style, she should have ornately beaded and embroidered dresses to show of her style and family’s wealth. For the joust she has on a pretty blue dress with embroidered sea horses (the animal not the hybrid). After giving her favor to Daemon, Laena can join Rhaenyra and Alicent with the gossiping, she can ask who they think will win. Alicent can mention she hopes her brother will win his first tourney and Rhaenyra can say she knows Daemon will win.

For the Viserys and Laena scene, Viserys can ask how Vhagar is doing and Laena can say she plans to travel with Vhagar around the world. We don’t have the awkward bedding talk, just a stif conversation between two people not remotely interested in eachother. This can also add to the creepiness of Viserys choosing Alicent as she’s younger than Laena.

Next we see Laena is when Viserys is proposing marriage between Rhaenyra and Laenor. Laena can wear a layered blue dress over a silvery blouse like the one she wears in the show but much more luxurious and less sexualizing. Laena then takes Rhaenyra away and can talk about her brother, saying he likes handsome people, implying that Laena is helping make sure Rhaenyra knows Laenor is gay and is okay with it.

At the wedding reception, instead of a low cut gold dress that doesn’t fit the style of the show, Laena wears a gown similar to the gown Rhaenys wears but with a golf and blue color scheme. Daemon should be the one to approach Laena, commenting on how beautiful she looks. Laena can play coy, saying that she is bethrothed to the sea lord of Braavos’ son and Daemon saying that she deserves a real knight and princes, not some Bravossi nobleman. Daemon persuading Laena because he wants her.

Post time skip: Nanna Blondell

Instead of Daemon keeping Laena in Pentos, have them be exploring the free cities with their kids and planning to have the baby on driftmark! The Pentosie noble man can offer for them to stay and daemon and Laena as a united front say they are travelers and don’t plan on staying in one place for too long. They can talk about visiting Old Valyria! Daring and adventurous!

Laena can talk to Rhaena about claiming Vermithor or silver wing, bringing up how she claimed Vhagar. Sneaking away from her father and seeking out the biggest dragon alive. Telling Rhaena she can do the same and that dragons love courage.

The baby can be premature and Daemon should be by her side during the labor, comforting her and supporting her. Daemon should also not accept the doctor saying Laena will die, he should shout at him to find someone who can save his wife.

Laena’s death should have been with daemon and her girls bringing her to Vhagar, not to burn, but to be with the member of her family. Daemon should weep when she dies in his arms! Pulling Baela and Rhaena close to comfort them. And Vhagar letting out a mournful cry for Laena.

And at the funeral, Daemon should not laugh at Vaemond’s eulogy, he should do a couch to be like “really? At my wife’s funeral?” Then have a moment with Corlys and Rhaenys where he apologizes for not staying on driftmark for Laena’s pregnancy.

Also, hooking up with Rhaenyra should be a low point for both of them. Both have lost the person they loved and started their family with. They would say they loved Laena and Harwin and miss them deeply. Toxic coping but atleast they are hurt by the death of their lovers!

And we get more range of emotion instead of just “oh no, wifey’s dead. Better marry my niece!”

This should have been where we see the “good” in Daemon, his love for his daughters and Laena.

Little aside for more characterization for the dragon twins:

For Rhaena, Daemon singing to Vermithor could have been him with Rhaena trying to approach the dragon, he can say “don’t be scared” to Rhaena but she gets to nervous to approach Vermithor. Daemon can give her a hug and tell her she’ll have a dragon soon.

For Baela, when they arrive at kings landing to present Luke’s claim, Daemon should give Baela a hug and tell her he missed her, Baela can counter with “you visited driftmark last week dad!” And Dameon can give a sad smile being like “can’t a father miss his daughter?” Showing his love for his kids and also paralleling Visery’s love for Rhaenyra.

I’m just spitballing here but I came up with a better story for Laena, Daemon, Baela, and Rhaena that shows their connection as a family, the grief of loosing Laena, and keeps Daemon from looking like a dead beat!

In short: let Matt Smith and Nanna Blondell kiss and act their hearts out to eachother!!!

#house of the dragon #hotd #HotD rewrite #daemon Targaryen #laena velaryon #laena deserves so much more #Baela Targaryen #Rhaena Targaryen #making Dameon x Laena Tragic for the watcher #giving a little more to Harwin x Rhaenyra #making Daemon not a dead beat #daemon x Laena

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fitrahgolden · 9 months ago

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Hold My Hand, I'll Walk With You: A Weary Memory Prequel

[NOTE: This is a short prequel to my previous story, Weary Memory. You don’t need to have read it (but you should know that in this AU the timeline of their parents’ deaths is very different from canon). This is simply a very fluffy “when Kate met Anthony” story.

Title is from “Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men, lyrics by Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir and Ragnar Þórhallsson.]

Kate knew she should get back to socialising. She’d been having a genuinely good time at her first house party since moving to Oxford a few weeks ago. She mingled. She danced. She got loads of unsolicited advice from older students.

She'd taken a break from the nonstop conversations and stationed herself next to the chocolate fountain because, well, she wasn't expecting a chocolate fountain at a university party, and now the delicious setup was too good to abandon.

She was deciding between pineapple, strawberry, and angel food cake when a voice beside her broke through the homogenised hum of the party.

“I’d go with the pineapple,” he said, his tone suggesting he thought he was really helping her out.

Kate looked up and observed the stranger through narrow eyes before plucking a strawberry from the tray. She made a show of holding the fruit underneath the flowing chocolate, then stepped aside and waved a hand towards the space in front of the buffet she’d just vacated.

“Be my guest,” she said with a supercilious smile before taking a bite. She hadn’t meant to be this bold, keeping eye contact with a handsome man while eating a chocolate covered strawberry. Perhaps she was pulling it off, if the way he looked back at her was any indication. At least she managed not to roll her eyes back and moan like a proper seductress.

He looked away from her to pay attention to the spread, and Kate took the opportunity to shake herself out of whatever had moved her to be so brazen. She sipped the dregs of her drink and avoided watching him eat, but looked back at him just in time to see him lick some chocolate off of his thumb. Oh, give me a break.

“Can I help you with anything? Get you another drink?”

Kate shook her head, placing her glass down. “No, I’m good for now.”

He nodded, apparently losing none of the confidence he seemed to have a bit too much of. “Are you here with anyone?”

“One of my housemates.” Kate looked beyond him to quickly survey the room. “Well, she's here somewhere. She knows someone who knows…um, whose ever flat this is.”

“Bert Fife and Caleb Cho,” the man provided helpfully.

“Ah. I take it that you actually know them?”

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t, but yes. You, uh… You danced with Caleb earlier, actually.”

“Ha, did I really?”

“Yeah.” He pointed out the man in question across the room.

“Oh, him. Right. What a slag. I'll dance with anyone. Names are optional.”

“I wasn't–I mean…” He suddenly looked sheepish. “I just happened to notice you before. And now, I guess. You're very…noticeable.” The loss of some of his swagger was kind of adorable to witness.

“Am I?”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Which makes me think this must be your first year. Or maybe you're a transfer, a Cambridge escapee? I haven't seen you around.”

Kate could not have stopped the laugh that bubbled out of her if she tried. “You haven't seen me around? That's hardly surprising in a sea of thousands of students, is it?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“No. No, I suppose it's not.” A hint of a wince pulled at his lips.

“Would you like to try a different line? Perhaps one better suited for the environment?” Kate asked encouragingly.

“Oh, think I'm trying to chat you up, do you?” His casual tone was betrayed by the blush creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears.

Kate’s own confidence shook a bit. Could I really be misreading this? “Surely, you can understand why I'd think that.”

Anthony took an eager step towards her. “Oh, absolutely. Mostly because I am, but it doesn't seem to be going too well.”

“No, but not too poorly, either.” She touched his shoulder. He looked at her hand and back at her.

“Oh? Care to help me out at all?”

Kate dropped her hand, and picked up her empty glass for something to fiddle with. “You could just ask me my name. It's not terribly creative, but you’ll find I'm a fan of practicality over flair.”

“Ah. Very helpful, indeed.”

There were several beats where they said nothing, just looked at each other.

Kate bobbed her head in confusion. “Well?”

“I can't very well ask immediately after you tell me to, now can I?” His smile was sly.

With a roll of her eyes, Kate asked, “What's your name, then?”

“Wait– Are you chatting me up?”

“Possibly.” Kate shrugged, trying her damndest to remain breezy.

“I'm Anthony.”

“Anthony?” she asked, with a hard “th.”

He shook his head.

“Anthony,” he enunciated. “With a ‘ta.’“

The way Anthony exaggerated the consonant sound drew Kate's attention to his mouth and the way his tongue peeked out just a little from between his teeth. I wonder if that's a move. He has lines, so surely he also has moves. I bet that “with a ‘ta'” nonsense is the only reason he pronounces it that way.

Kate realised too late her gaze was lingering on his mouth, looking up only once Anthony started smirking. And I totally fell for it, damn him.

Anthony with a “ta” put a hand on the wall behind Kate, and his forearm brushed against her shoulder as he leaned forward. “Would you like me to demonstrate again? Up close this time?”

Kate rolled her eyes. Definitely a move. “No, thanks. I'm a quick study, Anthony.” She noted it must work both ways, judging by how Anthony's eyes darted down to her lips. “Sounds quite posh, pronounced the proper way. Suits you.”

“Why doesn't that sound like a compliment?”

Kate tilted her head to one side, and Anthony seemed to reflexively tilt his head the same way as his eyes stayed trained on hers. “Perhaps because it isn't.”

“Well, if your name isn't the epitome of humbleness, I'll be very disappointed.”

“Kate,” she said simply. “Unassuming enough for you?”

He didn’t respond immediately. His eyes were roaming her face. Once his gaze fell back to hers, he said, “I think it's beautiful. Suits you.”

Kate looked down at her feet, unsure how to respond to that.

“Did I just lose points?” The question was laced with genuine concern.

“No.” Kate shook her head and looked back up at Anthony. “No, that was…sweet. I'll reward you by telling you you were right.”

“I love hearing that.”

“I'm not even a little bit surprised.”

“What specifically am I right about, though?”

“I am a first year.”

“What are you going to study?”

“Fine art.”

Anthony lit up. “Oh, yeah? My brother’s in London at the Royal College of Art. He’s brilliant.”

“Oh, cool.” Please don’t try to set me up with you brother. “And what about you?”

“Creative writing.”

“Ooh, you’re a writer.”

“Eh, at this point calling myself a writer would be an insult to writers, I think. But, someday soon, I hope. My family owns a publishing company, so I’ll have a huge audience anticipating my failure.”

Kate furrowed her brows. “Not your family, surely.”

“No, no. My parents are…stiflingly supportive. I mean everyone else at the company. They’re certain I wouldn’t have a prayer without having my family to publish my work.”

Kate said nothing, but he must have read her face.

“You think they’re right,” he said, smiling.

Kate raised her hands, “Look, I don’t know you. You could be brilliant. But nepotism is alive and well, is all.”

Anthony nodded. “No, I understand. I can’t deny I’m in a very privileged position.”

“At least you’re aware. The bar is low, but that’s not nothing.”

Their conversation moved along easily, at a fast clip. Kate eventually felt comfortable enough to let Anthony get her another drink. About an hour later, they were still talking, side by side against a wall in the corner, their arms brushing.

“Hey,” Anthony whispered as he turned to look at Kate.

“Yes?”

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

A surprised laugh escaped her without her permission. Anthony seemed unfazed. He just continued to search her eyes with his, waiting.

“Yeah,” Kate whispered. The room might have been too loud for Anthony to even hear her. “That would be alright.”

She leaned toward him and he met her in the middle. It was soft and tentative. Certainly softer than Kate thought he would kiss her, because she had definitely been thinking about it for the better part of their conversation, and hoped he had been to.

After the first careful meeting, Anthony put a hand up to Kate's jaw, slaying his fingers over her cheek and throat, but applying no pressure, not until his thumb pressed down just beneath her bottom lip, and Kate opened her mouth in response. It was too loud to hear their sighs and moans, so they relied on the accompanying vibrations for feedback. Presumably feeling the need to breathe, Anthony started to back away. Kate let him go, but not before nipping his bottom lip.

“...Kit,” he groaned.

Kate tutted, and their noses brushed as she shook her head. “And things were going so well. Already calling me the wrong name?”

“Never.” Anthony looked dazed. “No one calls you that?”

“No,” she laughed, bemused. “Why would they?”

“I don't know. It just…” He looked down at her lips and made a lazy path back up to her eyes. “...feels right.”

“Because your last Kate was called Kit?” It was a joke, but it sounded a bit too mean to her ears when she heard it come out of her mouth. Anthony didn't seem offended, though. Maybe there was a last Kate. His gaze was piercing when he responded.

“As far as I'm concerned, no other Kate exists.”

Oh.

“I have to give it to you, being renamed after one kiss, that's a new one for me,” Kate said, trying to regain her footing.

“Me, too.” He absentmindedly twisted a lock of her hair around his finger, threatening to throw her right back off balance. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“I think…” Kate started, but cleared her throat when her voice sounded annoyingly breathless. “Whether I want you to keep calling me anything at all remains to be seen.”

“That's fair. I think you like it, though.” He was obviously quite pleased with himself.

“I…” Kate tried her best to muster a glare. “It remains to be seen,” she repeated weakly.

Anthony’s smile was warm. “May I take you somewhere?”

Kate’s eyebrows shot up. “Um… Where were you thinking?”

“The White Rabbit, have you heard of it? It’s close.”

While Kate thought about it, Anthony quickly added, “Or I could just drop you off at yours, and we could talk more on the way.”

“Let me see your licence.” Kate held her hand out as Anthony dutifully dug for his wallet. She exaggeratedly scrutinised the card. “Alright, Anthony…Bridgerton. I’d love some real food. I'm just gonna take a picture of you to send to my housemates.”

Anthony backed up so Kate could take a picture, but he kept making faces, and she couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop posing!” Kate commanded. “Think of this as a passport photo.

“My passport photo is amazing, actually.”

“Ugh, shut up.” Kate sent the photo she deemed most appropriate to her housemates’ text thread.

>> Leaving the party with this bloke, Anthony Bridgerton. DO wait up.

Kate looked up from her phone to see Anthony looking at her, seemingly impressed.

“What?”

“I need to remember to tell my sisters to pick up the same habit.”

Kate nodded vigorously. “Please do. So, a brother and at least two sisters. How many siblings do you have?”

“Seven.”

“Fuck off.” Kate covered her mouth as Anthony barked out a laugh.“I mean, no disrespect to your parents, but…damn.”

—

Anthony was thankful that the pub wasn’t too busy. He led Kate to a booth and had to suppress a grin when Kate pulled him down to sit on her side. They didn’t move from their seats until it was closing time.

“Let me take you home,” he said after he closed out their tab and they started walking towards the door.

Kate hesitantly took his hand, squeezing when he did.

“OK.”

—

It seemed unbelievable that they had more to talk about on the drive to her house, but they did. Along the way, Anthony inched his hand onto Kate’s thigh, smiling smugly to himself when she squirmed a little and rested her hand on top of his. Again, the time passed too quickly, and before he knew it, she was pointing out her house and he was pulling up to the curb.

“Can I have your number?” Kate asked as the car came to a stop, surprising him.

He laughed as he ran a finger under his bottom lip. “Damn, Kit. You beat me to it.”

“Is that a yes, then?” He’d say yes to anything if she smiled at him like that. He was sure of it.

“Yes, please.”

When Kate passed Anthony her phone, he chuckled when he saw she filled in his name as “Anthony with a ‘ta.’” Once they’d shared numbers, they sat in silence, looking at each other like idiots. Finally, Kate sighed.

“I’m gonna go.” There was no conviction in her voice. In fact, it almost sounded like a question.

“OK.”

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Thanks for letting me take you.”

More silence. The mood in the car was odd, but not uncomfortably so. Anthony just didn’t want the night to end yet, so she was going to have to make the first move.

And she did, but it was not the move he was expecting.

She leaned across the centre console, threw her arms around him, and kissed him.

It was hard to keep up with everything as it happened. Anthony slid his seat backward, too slow for Kate who was already clambering into his lap. He could feel her undoing the buttons of his shirt while he was preoccupied with pulling out the elastic that was holding most of her hair back. Anthony threaded his fingers through her tresses until he reached the nape of her neck. He gripped it tightly as his tongue slid across her lips and into her mouth. Kate whined, grinding down on him as she sucked on his tongue. He slid his other hand along the outside of her thigh, her skirt having almost completely ridden up to her waist, then he pulled back to gasp in some air.

“Can I come inside?” he asked before bringing their lips back together.

She sighed back at him. “No.”

He kissed her jaw, her neck, her shoulder.

“Can I take you to mine instead? I don’t have housemates.”

“Good to know, but not tonight.”

The sound he made was somewhere between a chuckle and a groan as he matched her grinding with his own.

“Tell me what I can do, then, Kit. Please,” he whispered into her hair.

She pulled back. They were both panting as she seemed to think about it. “You can call me Kit.” Her eyes sparkled playfully as she bit into her swollen lip.

“Good.” Both of his hands found her arse, and he kneaded it through the soft cotton material that covered it. “Anything else?”

“Text me,” she almost moaned.

He smiled as their foreheads rested against each other. “OK, I can do that.”

Kate brought both hands to Anthony’s face and brushed a finger across his lips, concentrating, perhaps debating something. “I really am going to go.” She looked up from his lips to his eyes.

“OK.” Anthony pulled her in for a kiss goodbye. She put a hand against his chest, as if it was a necessary measure to stop herself from falling back into him. After one last kiss to her temple, he let his arms fall to his sides. “Goodnight, Kit.”

Kate climbed out of his lap with as much grace as someone of her stature could manage in such a cramped space. She took a few moments to sort her clothes out before turning towards him.

“Goodnight, Anthony.”

With that, she was out of his chair and in a few steps, she was at her front door, keys in hand.

Anthony watched from his car. Turn around. Turn around.

Kate opened the door and disappeared. She hadn't turned around. He smiled to himself.

Next time.

—

“This isn't a text.”

Anthony clinched his jaw as he held the phone against his ear. Kate’s voice was heavy and warm. He imagined her still in bed despite the late hour, like he was, and found himself very interested in what her bedroom might look like. Jesus Christ. A couple of words from her, and my cock is already twitching.

“Want me to hang up?” he asked.

“You wouldn't,” she haughtily challenged.

“I'd certainly hate to. Good morning, Kit.” Kit. He had no idea where that name came from last night, when he’d put his lips on Kate’s for the first time, but it felt good to say it. He’d chanted it over and over again when he got home last night and promptly finished what they’d started in his car.

“Good morning, Anthony with a ‘ta.’”

He could hear her smiling. This woman would be the death of him. Of that, he was certain.

“How did you sleep?” Don’t leave out any details.

“Not great.”

Anthony frowned. “No?”

“It's not a big deal. I'm used to it.”

There was something there, he could tell. “I'm sorry.”

“Thanks. Are you desperately trying to resist making a joke about helping me sleep?”

“It’s a bit early in the day for me to be desperate.” Tell that to your dick. “And Kit?”

“Yeah?”

“It wouldn't be a joke.” He was rewarded with a soft gasp. Anthony had gotten the impression that Kate was not often left speechless. “Let's go out tonight. Are you free?”

“You're serious?”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“We just met yesterday.”

“Yes, I was there. And?”

“You really want to see me again so soon?”

What? He sighed, running his hand over his face in contemplation. “My gut tells me you aren't fishing for compliments–”

“I'm not!”

“Well, frankly,” he laughed, “that would be more believable than you actually being surprised that I want to go out with you. Last night was amazing. For me, anyway.”

“Me, too.”

Oh, thank fuck.

“Then I'll ask again. Can I see you tonight?”

“You can see me tonight.”

A knot in his stomach loosened. He'd never been this keen to go out with someone before. His brothers would have a field day with this.

—

Kate and Anthony settled on a walk through the botanical gardens then a film at the Ultimate Picture Palace. The theatre was relatively empty, and halfway through a movie they had both already seen, Anthony, who had been lightly running his fingers up and down Kate's neck, whispered into her ear.

“Would it be terribly cliché of me to kiss the fuck out of you right now?”

“Yes,” Kate hissed, trying not to laugh, a laugh that died as soon Anthony lightly grasped her chin and angled it towards him.

“Can I do it anyway?”

Kate swallowed and nodded.

“Stay quiet, OK, Kit?”

Somehow, she did. They both did.

—

“Where to next?” Kate asked as they settled back into Anthony’s car.

“Oh, um…” Anthony was surprised, as it had felt like the night was winding down. “Am I taking you home?”

“You could…” Kate shrugged, “but if I remember correctly, which may not be the case as you were pulling down the neckline of my shirt with your teeth at the time, you said live alone.”

“I do,” Anthony confirmed, his voice strained.

“Granted, it’s been about twenty-four hours, but are you still interested in taking me to yours?”

“Very.” He’d answered so quickly, he surprised himself.

“Good.”

—

“I knew your place would be posh,” Kate teased as she took off her shoes and Anthony closed the door behind them.

He turned her around and pulled her so they were chest to chest. “Would you like a tour?”

She felt his hands sliding down her back and over her hips. “Yeah, I’d love one,” she said, unable to stop her giggle.

Anthony kissed his way along her jaw up to her ear before gruffly saying, “Then I’ll give you one tomorrow.”

Then his lips and teeth and tongue were mingling with hers as he pushed her backwards, walking her further into his flat. It didn’t take long before Kate was pressed up against a door. Her hands drifted down to Anthony’s belt, but before she could undo it, he grasped her wrists.

“Not yet, Kit,” he said in a rough whisper before bringing her wrists to his lips and kissing each one. He flashed her a roguish smirk as he sank to his knees before her. His expression changed to something tender and reverent. “Can I?” he asked, running a hand slowly up the inside of her leg.

Kate released a shuddering breath and nodded. “Yes.”

Anthony’s motions were fluid as he pushed her dress up, pulled her knickers down, and lifted a leg of hers onto his shoulder.

Soon, Kate was scrambling to hold on to the wall, the doorjamb, something, anything for support. With the hand that wasn’t teasing her clit, Anthony found and held on to one of Kate’s, intertwining their fingers and eventually guiding her hand into his hair. Kate obediently curled her fingers and held on. The moan that came from Anthony vibrated through her, to great effect.

“Use both hands if you need to,” he said before closing his mouth over her again.

She nodded vigorously as she combed her other hand into his hair, pulling when a manoeuvre of his surprised her in the best way possible, and she choked out a sob. When her climax hit her, she leaned over, and Anthony slayed a hand across her chest to hold her up as he rode her orgasm out with her, keeping up his attentions until Kate had to push him away, suddenly too sensitive to handle it. Kate wasn't a virgin, and a couple of guys had gone down on her in the past. But it had never been anything like that. Perhaps this was a perk of Anthony being three years older than her. Maybe it was a more significant age gap than she initially thought.

Anthony stood back up slowly, kissing her torso over her clothes until he was completely upright. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck.

“Can you walk?”

Even though his tone was sweet, Kate wanted to roll her eyes. But frankly, no, she couldn’t walk. “Mm-mm.” She shook her head lazily. “I live against this door now.”

Anthony chuckled–the smug bastard– as he took a step back and placed his hands firmly on her hips.

“Jump.”

“What?”

“I’ll carry you. Jump.”

Feeling just a little bit silly, Kate jumped, and gasped when Anthony slid his hands under her bum and pulled her up so her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Her arms went around his neck.

“Good girl.”

Anthony opened the door he had taken her up against, revealing his bedroom. Not that Kate was taking in much of her surroundings. She was still blissed out when he laid her down on his bed.

“Are you alright?” he asked, sat beside her on the mattress, tracing his fingers across her collarbones.

“Yeah. Why are you still dressed?”

He laughed and stood up. He held her gaze as he undressed.

He’s beautiful.

Once he was naked, he crawled onto the bed and encouraged Kate to sit up so he could pull her dress over her head, leaving just her bra, which she quickly got rid of with an air of confidence that she didn’t quite feel.

At first, they just looked at each other, letting their eyes wander. Then Anthony leaned towards the nightstand beside Kate and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. He tossed it onto the bed before taking Kate’s face in his hands and kissing her soundly.

“Come here,” he whispered.

Anthony pulled Kate up to her knees and guided her until she was straddling him. He kissed her again before reaching for the condom. Kate lightly grabbed his wrist.

“Can I put it on?”

Anthony smiled at her as he tore the packet open and handed it to her. Kate reached below herself and started stroking him. They were panting in time with her hand and Anthony vigorously shook his head. “Fuck, you’ve got to stop, baby. I’m ready.”

Kate rolled the condom on and sunk down onto him. As soon as she was fully seated, Anthony started moving. She cradled his head in her arms, muttering in Tamil as occasional expletives fell from Anthony’s mouth. Suddenly, he pushed her onto her back. He slammed into her faster and harder as he pinned her arms above her head.

“Is this OK?” he gritted out between his teeth.

Kate nodded.

“Kit?”

“Yes, fuck!”

Holding her wrists in one hand, Anthony used the other between her legs, moving it relentlessly until she was crying out again, turning into putty beneath him. About a minute later, he followed suit, groaning, cursing, repeating her name–well, his name for her.

“Kit, Kit, Kit.”

—

Anthony was startled awake by the sound of clattering coming from his kitchen. A second clang was accompanied by a harsh, “Aiyoh!”

After donning some underwear and a pair of tracksuit bottoms, Anthony set off to find Kate. She was at his stove, wearing her bra and some gym shorts of his, cinched to within an inch of their life just above her hips. It was perhaps the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Whatever mess she had made of the pots and pans had been cleaned up, the kettle was on, and Kate was leaning over a frying pan.

“I feel like I should be making you breakfast the first time you stay at my flat.”

The first time. He probably shouldn’t have said that. He didn’t want to scare her off. But if his phrasing bothered her, Kate was good at hiding it. She looked up and smiled at him.

“Well, consider yourself in my debt, then.”

“Gladly.” Anthony wrapped an arm around her waist and murmured into her ear. “How soon can I make it up to you?” Her hair was gathered at the top of her head, and he nuzzled her neck as his hands wandered until she took a step away from him.

“Don’t distract me, Bridgerton. The tea is already going to be shitty. I can't even approximate proper chai since all you have is peppercorns and stale cinnamon sticks.”

“Hey, how many twenty year olds do you know who have any whole spices at all?”

“Loads. I’m Indian.”

“Point taken. What are you making?”

“Hotcakes. I make amazing hotcakes. At least, I do when–”she smacked his hand away from her arse “–I don’t have a sex pest at my back.”

“Sorry,” Anthony laughed.

“No, you aren’t.”

“You’re right.”

“I usually am. You’ll learn.”

Anthony bit back a grin at the implication that he’d see her again. He grabbed one of the hotcakes off the plate and took a bite. Kate’s giant eyes got even bigger when she noticed.

“Wait, you need jam!”

Anthony took another bite to spite her. “No, I don’t. These are delicious, Kit.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “Thanks. I actually prefer them to meetha pooda.” She paused and shook her head with a click of her tongue. “Itu aciṅkam,” she grumbled. “My mother would be so disappointed to hear that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He kissed her temple.

“No need. She died seven years ago.” She immediately winced, as if she hadn’t meant to say that. Over the past two nights, Kate hadn’t given any details about her parents whenever they talked about their families.

“Oh, shit. Kit, I'm so sorry.” Anthony pulled her to him, and he felt her relax a bit in his arms. It didn’t last long, though. She quickly stepped away from him.

“Thanks,” she muttered as she turned her attention back to the stove, and rubbed her cheek in a huff.

Anthony couldn’t think of anything to say, and Kate didn’t seem to need him to say anything anyway, so he just leaned against the counter as she finished making breakfast, every offer to help being turned down.

Her mood had lightened by the time they sat down to eat. While Anthony was doing the washing up, Kate went back into his bedroom. She came out shortly after, dressed and ready to go.

Anthony usurped her before she could put her shoes on and pulled her towards the couch.

“I can’t stay,” she whined, but she straddled his lap all the same.

“Why not?” Anthony rubbed her back as her arms went around his neck.

“Because if I don’t want my first year to be my only year, I need to study.”

“I’ll help you study,” he lied. Unsurprisingly, Kate wasn’t buying it.

“Conflict of interest. I think you're heavily invested in me not being productive.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he smirked as he kissed her.

Kate sighed, leaning into him. “Anthony.”

“Fine.” He leaned back against the cushions, but kept a grip on her hips. “At least let me drive you back to your house.”

Kate shook her head. “I looked it up. It’s a long walk, but it's a nice morning for it.”

Anthony arched an eyebrow at her. “You know you’re too sore for a long walk.”

“Arrogant twat.”

“Please, Kit.” He squeezed her waist.

She tried to glare at him before breaking into a grin.

“OK.”

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This time, when Anthony watched from his car as she walked to her front door, Kate turned around.

Damn. I'm in trouble.

He could not wait.

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[NOTE: Please read Weary Memory if you’d like an actual story with this version of Kate and Anthony.]

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rei64bit · 2 years ago

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Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯ From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 5]

Night 5 (Heimdall X F!Reader)

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✎ Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 2.8k

✎ Title: From Dusk till Dawn

✎ Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ... more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎ Note: Im not a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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One of the cultures in Asgard, All-father will held feast at the mead hall occasionally to reward the Aesir, the Asgardian and the einherjar for their loyalty and hard work for the sake of Asgard. Tonight, is one of the many nights everyone will join in mead hall feasting and drinking.

Normally you only join not more than one hour and you will be back to your room since you don’t drink and you don’t really hang around to gossip with others either, mostly just exchange a few words just to be polite.

“Woah! Isn’t this the newly wedded couple, how lovely to see you two to getting along” You heard Baldur not far from you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and one on Heimdall who sat next to you. “Get your filthy hand off me” Heimdall hissed.

“Still not very friendly as always, my brother? How can you even get married to this beautiful lady here” Baldur trying to sniff on your hair even you know he can’t feel, taste or smell anything, its almost like he doing it purposely just to piss Heimdall. Not sure what to say, you smile awkwardly at Baldur’s comment on you.

“y/n did my brother treat you well huh?” Baldur putting both hand on your shoulder lean on you, which is too close. “If he is no good to you, you can always come to me the god of light and peace haha, Nanna wouldn’t mind a second --” Heimdall gave Baldur a punch in the stomach before he can finish.

They better not fight at time like this, but what can you say. “Would you kindly shut up already, brother?” Heimdall barked at Baldur. “I mean what I say y/n, my door is always open for you” Baldur continued, completely ignoring Heimdall.

Refuse leaving your side, Baldur now sit right next to you, laying his head on the table facing both of you, his eyes swiftly moving between you two like he trying to find something out.

“You with kid yet?” Baldur asked. “huh?” The question from Baldur suddenly hits you and you don’t understand what he is trying to say.

“Guess not haha, perhaps you need from help from me hm?” Baldur grinned at you while toying with your hair. Honestly his blue eye is breathtaking like a pool of cool icy ocean that can drown you if you are not careful, staring at you makes you feel like deer in headlight. You blushed as Baldur trying to flirt, not sure what to say, you decided to just continue eating your food.

“Is Nanna forget to put a leash on you or what? Can you stop your mating call attempt on my wife?” Heimdall is losing his patience toward his brother, he looks daggers at him. “Why don’t you just go and do your wife till her brain out, oh wait I forgot, you can’t get hard at all. HA” expecting Baldur will get angry on Heimdall insult, but it’s exactly the opposite.

Baldur is getting intrigued, moving closer and closer. “Who knows brother, maybe y/n will be the one to broke this curse, you never try you never know.” Baldur grabbing your hand trying to put it on his chest, and before he can do that, sword piercing his hand. Heimdall is pissed, getting humiliated in front of everyone, and Baldur seems too willing to start the fight.

“Enough you two” and Thor shows up. Heimdall is totally not pleased with his older brother interfering in this.

“Well well, isn’t it nice to have your brothers around, how sweet. Thor why don’t you mind of own business and get out that here. Me and my other half-brother have something to talk about, take your leave and go! Nor that you should care.” Heimdall sneered at Thor.

“Well, you are right, not that I care, but the All-father who witnessed the this whole nonsense might not be pleased with you two. Perhaps you two should just cut. it. out.” Thor drinking again and walked away without paying much attention to this mess.

Thor is always the one to stop the fight between his two younger brothers, it used to be Tyr’s job but after the incident Tyr is no longer around..and you missed him. You always like talking to Tyr, he is so gentle and kind to everyone, you like to hear his story where he has been traveling around other realms and pantheon. His voice is always soothing and makes you feel safe around him.

Both Baldur and Heimdall decided to just drop it, Heimdall was so pissed with Baldur he didn’t notice All-father was standing not too far and looking in their direction sighing and shaking his head.

Baldur’s wife, Nanna coming to Baldur side was worried what he did to provoke Heimdall. Hope Nanna didn’t overheard what Baldur been suggesting..this will be awkward.

You turned your head to another side to avoid conversation with them and noticed Heimdall get up from his seat. “urm, Heimdall?” “Just peeing.” And off he goes.

Now it is just you with Baldur and Nanna at your side. Great..

You never talked to Nanna before, she seems friendly, but you can’t tell. There is one time you saw her shouting at her handmaiden although you are not sure what happened that make her so furious. You really don’t want the god of joy, peace and moon hate you now, dealing with Heimdall is enough.

“Well- I guess I’m going to get some fresh air.. guess I will see you guys later” You smiled awkwardly and started to walk before Baldur call you again to continue.

Standing outside the great lodge you trying to find place to just relax and the first place that come to your mind is that wall. Most of the time no one will come up there during this time, you can have your peace for a while. Reached the top, stroll around and finally back to your usual spot.

The memories of you sleeping up here are flashing in your head. Every night was cool and quiet, with the moonlight shining on your face as if the moon watched you fall asleep. It was peaceful.

Not sure how long you stay, you heard your husband voice from behind. “Will there even a time you able to stay at one place?” Looks like he went back to mead hall to find you but to no available.

Feeling sorry, you try not to look at him. He is still standing behind you with his hand crossed. “Hey.. urm welcome back?” You tried. “Just stop it, you always make things awkward.”

“You can go back first; everyone is there and having good time.” You continue. “Who know if you going to try catch the moon again and I don’t want to be the one clean up the mess you made after you fell to dead.” He still remembers what happened last time which is embarrassing.

“…I’m not drunk.” You tried to deny. “sure, you are not.” He continues. “I mean it, I only drink one tankard.” “sure.” “…” Now you not sure what to say anymore, and trying to find any topic to talk about.

“ha--Let just go back already, I’ve been staying on the wall long enough.” Sighed, Heimdall getting impatient ready to go back and you trying to catch up on him.

Walking beside him, you peek on his face from your eye corner, you wonder if he still mad from what Baldur said just now.

“Try not to stay to close to that fool.” Heimdall keep walking. “Why? He doesn’t mean what he said.” You replied. “Haa--aren’t you very naïve? Unlike you, I know him well and better than you, what he capable to do to get what he wants.”

Both of you reached the platform and Heimdall started it. And out of nowhere, he walks closer to you, way too close that his face fully occupies your peripheral view, and his glowing bifrost eye like it wants your soul.

“Unless, you like the idea of infidelity..” Shocked for what he just said you are speechless and just stared back at him with mouth slightly open. Heimdall is trying to find if you have the intention of such disgrace so he can torture you with it, but he is unlucky.

Heimdall might not be in love with you….yet, but he is not someone can stand disloyalty especially his spouse who should be on his side no matter what.

The word disloyalty makes him saw Freya face in his mind and it make him frown. Despite what Freya told him before the night she left, he still believes she is the traitor, unfaithful c*nt. His father loved her despite her being from Vanir and granted her so many wishes even himself don’t want to count.

Heimdall also the one who inform All-father that Freya is running away and whereabout too. Everything All-father casted on Freya is what she deserved. “I didn’t agree to what he said, he clearly just joking and teasing you to make you mad come on.” Your voice brings Heimdall back from his thought. You now getting a little mad for what he trying to paint you as such person. As if this arranged marriage is not enough, what he said just now is literally putting salt on your wound. Don’t even started on the spell he casted on you not long ago, it pissed you for the next few days and only recently you just calm down and accept it, plus All-father claimed he will always watch over you.

Not wanting to stand next to him, you move one step ahead with your hands crossed and wait for the platform to reach the ground.

Perhaps he is overstepping here but he is not going to apologize, not in a million year. Instead, he is going to make use of the spell he casted on your earlier this week to interfere and manipulate your emotion toward him.

When you turned your head back to look at him again, he smirks as he knew he succeeded cause your face expression getting gentler and no more frowning. “Stop looking at me like this.. its creepy..” You blushed from the way he looked at you. “Oh? Should I ask for permission to just look at you now, wife?” Yeah.. just as usual..

Return to great lodge, the first person that you see is guess what Baldur again “look! The lovely couple is back from their short honeymoon, do you have fun yet y/n?” Heimdall groan at Baldur comment. Nanna grab on Baldur hand pulling him back to his table not wanting the fight to start again.

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You started to drink more, this time with Thor. Thor is good at drinking cause this is the eight tankard and he is still standing tall, while you wobbly back and forth. Your mind is foggy now, everything that comes to your mind is silly and funny.

Started to giggle you looked at Thor who asked you to join him drinking. Before you can, a hand behind you snapped your drink. “Is it your habit to fuddle someone’s wife when your wife is not around to drink with you, you drunken fool.”

Thor totally ignored Heimdall and just kept drinking, this is not the first time he said something like this, there are worse. “Heyyy No one force me to drink- just chill-” Did his wife just ask him to chill? Chill? You can’t believe this women.

Because of the alcohol, you can’t stand still. You are trying to hold on to Thor who stands next to you to balance yourself since he is so tall, but Heimdall was quick enough to hold your hand first that make your head lays on his shoulder. His hand is holding your waist, so you won’t fall and make a scene and embarrass him. “You know, Heimdall, you are much cuter when you talk normally or not talking at all.” Even you don’t mean it, but your comment insulted him.

“You women are so--” Heimdall paused on what he trying to say, turning his head to look at your eyes.

He can sense something from you, it was due to the spell and your body is sending some kind of emotion or feeling to him, it feels hot on cheat and slightly trembling with heart beating faster than usual. He just realized; you are in heat.

It’s quite interesting to see you in this state, which is rare, and he wanted to continue teasing you and see how far you can go, so Heimdall pulled you closer to him, hand tighten on your waist and let your whole body lean on him.

While watching you, Heimdall drinking your mead. “mm….” Closed your eyes you mutter, face rubbing on his chest while both hand hugging on Heimdall.

Despite had his way with some women before just to satisfy his need, this time felt different. Perhaps because you are his wife, or you are doing this in public, but he is not sure. There was something about you hugging him tightly and being so lovey-dovey toward him, it’s very different compare to his experience with other women.

His heart beating faster just looking at what you are doing. Continue drinking what is left in your mug, Heimdall’s hand slowly moving from waist to lower, grabbing firmly... Thor is watching you two the whole time, peek from his eye corner, enjoying this rare sight of his brother doing such thing.

“Shit..” Heimdall now remembers the spell, he is now feeling the same thing you have been feeling. He still want to enjoy this rare sight of you before gets to the main business.

Just when he still thinking whether he should just take you back to bed chamber now or staying here. Suddenly he noticed you are looking at him, raising his brows and waiting to see what you up to, you kissed him on his lip without saying anything.

Heimdall was hesitated to do anything further as you are drunk and he don’t wanna do it when you are like this, it’s like doing with a corpse, but now he sees this as an invitation to continue. He kisses you back and things get hotter.

Your hand moved from his waist to cradle his face and toying his hair. “Get a room you two!” Baldur out of no where said and laugh at both of you. Heimdall reply Baldur by throwing the tankard that was on his hand at his face, so hard it echoing the mead hall.

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The door got kicked open with full force, Heimdall bridal carry you into the bed chamber belong to you two, it was dark, but the moon light helps him to see better.

This whole time while he is carrying you, you been nimble on his throat which makes him lose his cool. “God damn it women.” Heimdall cursed but the truth is he actually enjoying it alot.

Putting you down on the bed he looks at you. “Damn..women are you still conscious.” You look at him and giggle with both hands hugging his neck. “…you better not forget all this.” Heimdall lower his head and continue what he is been doing just now in the mead hall.

Just a few second all your clothes is on the ground, Heimdall feeling your skin, he wonder why you are so soft, the moon light shine on your skin and make it glows. Heimdall stopped on what he was doing and just stared at your face, your skin and chest which make you blush.

You are getting bold, instead of hiding your face, your hand tugging his clothes wanting him to continue. “mm…” Muttered as you pout like a kid. There is a storm inside of Heimdall’s mind, this is the first time he encounters a women like you, not in a bad way.

What you did just flipped his switch, now he won’t stop even if you ask. The noise you both make can be heard outside the room, let’s just say it’s intense.. Baldur was actually going to spoil Heimdall’s fun but was stopped by Thor.

Not sure how long time has passed, both you and Heimdall laying on the bed resting, the room was a mess, look like you two get too creative. Heimdall is holding you close to him. None of you say anything, just enjoy the moment and peace. Perhaps you don’t know what to say after what just happened. “Just sleep.” This is the only thing Heimdall said. Blanket covered both of you, the night is getting late so does your eyelid also getting heavier. Before you completely fell asleep, you heard Heimdall mutter something, but you don’t really paying attention as you needed to rest now.

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#heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #gow ragnarok heimdall #heimdall fanfiction #heimdall

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witchyleehibernates-fics · 2 months ago

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Well, We're All In The Mood For A Melody (And You've Got Us Feelin' Alright)

Summary:

“Come on Will, that’s not fair!” Lily cried out, but when she had stopped talking, she was also humming. She was pouting, but there was a light of happiness in the seven year old's eyes. Jake was also humming, and though the 13 year old was glaring at Will, he was also fighting his own smile, Will noted. Half of the cabin was quietly humming, and Will wondered who was going to break first. “My nanna says I have traveling feet-” Of course it was Carmen, Will glanced over at the eight year old. “Traveling feet, traveling feet. Slippers for princesses don’t fit me, but I dance to my own drum, bright and bold, and my traveling feet always get me home.” Will smiled at her encouragingly. Carmen loved to sing, however she was a quiet voice that was easily overshadowed. 𖤓𖤓𖤓 Title from: 'Piano Man' by Billy Joel

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Fluff!

Characters: Will Solace, Austin Lake, Kayla Knowles, Original Child(ren) of Apollo

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,272

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Will smirked as he glanced at Austin and Kayla, a dance of mischief in his eyes. His smirk got just a tad bigger when he saw the matching mischief dancing in Austin and Kayla’s eyes. He glanced around and noted that most of their siblings were in the cabin. The only ones not in the cabin were the toddlers that had been left at camp, which saddened him but he understood the parents of them.

He took a breath and began to hum.

“No!” Jake jumped up, pointing at Will with wide eyes. “No! Not again!” Will only continued to hum as Kayla and Austin gave in and also began to hum. It was near instinct in children of Apollo to harmonize when other children of Apollo were humming, whistling or singing. Sure, a child of Apollo could fight the instinct, but it was then a battle of wills. And Cabin Counselor’s had to have a… strength to make sure they could keep their siblings in line. It was why Lee was such a good cabin counselor, and then Micheal. Will learned from them and he would honor their strength with his own.

“My nanna says I have traveling feet-” Of course it was Carmen, Will glanced over at the eight year old. “Traveling feet, traveling feet. Slippers for princesses don’t fit me, but I dance to my own drum, bright and bold, and my traveling feet always get me home.” Will smiled at her encouragingly. Carmen loved to sing, however she was a quiet voice that was easily overshadowed.

“I’m a map of the world and the one’s before, one foot in sea and one on shore. Every step, every hope flung high.” Kayla continued when Carmen’s voice filtered out. A smile on her eyes as she motioned for Carmen to finish the verse.

“I’m a map of them all with my Irish eyes.” Carmen was smiling as she jumped down from her bed and ran over to Kayla. All the while, the children of Apollo hummed.

“There’s a tear in your eye and I’m wondering why, For it never should be there at all.” Mark sang quietly. “With such pow’r in your smile, sure a stone you’d beguile, So there’s never a tear-drop should fall.”

“When your sweet lilting laughter’s like some fairy song, And your eyes twinkle bright as can be.” Amelia added, a laugh in her voice as she kicked her feet idly. Behind her, Mary was doing her hair with Cody itching to help, it looked. “You should laugh all the while and all other times, smile.”

“And now smile a smile for me.” Cody finished. Will smiled, raising his hum up just a little louder. Not in volume, but making it a different pitch. Automatically, everyone humming shifted to either match, or add in melody or harmony.

“When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure it’s like a morn in Spring.” Kayla sang, swaying gently as Carmen sat on her lap. Kayla was holding her carefully, making sure that she wasn’t going to fall at any point.

“In the lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing.” Austin continued smirking as Jacob, only four years old, grabbed onto his pant leg. He clearly wanted to be picked up, but Austin’s hands were full of blankets. Cleaning days were always done in parts.

“When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay.” Will stuck his tongue out at Kayla who made a playfully teasing expression towards him. Will crouched down and motioned for Jacob to come to him, smiling when the four year old ran towards him, giggling lightly before continuing to hum. Will lifted him up, and smiled at Carmen.

“And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure, they steal your heart away.” Carmen clapped her hands lightly, starting another instinct. Will placed Jacob on his arm, beginning to clap along with Carmen, a smile on his face as everyone in the cabin slowly began to clap along. It reminded him of a movie that was recently released; a woman singing and everyone dancing, clapping and having fun as they existed together.

“For your smile is a part of the love in your heart, And it makes even sunshine more bright.” Jake cracked, a smile falling onto his face as he clapped. “Like the linnet’s sweet song, crooning all the day long, Comes your laughter so tender and light.”

“For the spring-time of life is the sweetest of all, There is ne’er a real care or regret.” Mary voiced, with Cody clapping beside her, just enough to soothe her own instinct to join in as she worked on Amelia’s hair.

“And while spring-time is ours throughout all of youth’s hours, Let us smile each chance we get.” Ameila and Carmen sang together and Will smiled. He loved when his siblings were able to smile, laugh, and sing with one another. Just because they needed the kick in the ass to get started, didn’t mean that they would always need it.

“When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure it’s like a morn in Spring.”

“In the lilt of Irish laughter.” Maria sang, she was new to camp, only 12 years old, and was settling in amazingly. “You can hear the angels sing.”

“When Irish hearts are happy,” Austin sang, smiling at her as he finished making his own bed. The bunk above his was Kayla’s, and she had a particular way about her sheets, which were thankfully done that morning. Will didn’t think he could stomach another argument between the two.

“All the world seems bright and gay,” Will rolled his eyes as Austin playfully teased him with his own form of expression. His siblings had a habit of teasing him whenever the topic of ‘gay’ or ‘bi’ or even ‘sexuality’ was brought up, despite half of them being of the various mentioned. He was the first that had ever openly had a relationship, so they took teasing to a whole new level, even Lee and Micheal had never had a relationship that they were quite so open about. “And when Irish eyes are smiling.”

“Sure, they steal your heart away.” Carmen finished the song off, and Will relented. The humming teetered out and Jake cheered as he collapsed back onto his bed… and proceeded to miss and hit the ground.

“Ow!”

“Jake, you okay?” Will asked, amusement coloring his voice.

“I hate that you can do that, you know.” Jake muttered, and Will chuckled as the rest of the cabin began to laugh and giggle as they all resumed making their designated areas clean again. Art supplies were put back in their bins under the beds, all sorted to how the child prefers, and journals were back on the shelves. Instruments were also all carefully placed back on their stands or in their cases, all placed in bins under their beds.

“I’m well aware, Jake, but it helps us… bring harmony to the cabin, don’t you think?” Will snickered as Kayla and Austin groaned.

“Not with the music puns of you I beg.” Austin told him, pointing a finger at him before turning and helping little Emily sort her stuffed animals.

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“ Nanna, ” he asks of her company, his mind in five hundred different places now. How could it not? They are homebound, earlier than expected, but the letters they receive hold contents too dire in matters to ignore. He cannot. He is to be New Thracia's king, and he cannot abandon the peace he has fought long and hard to try and create.

“ Is there any place you want to see? ” Though such a question could be seen as lighthearted, Leif's face is one etched from stone, watching the waves pass them by as he does. “ ...I want to see Fiana. Eyvel can handle it, I'm sure, but... ”

I'm worried.

He doesn't have to say it to let Nanna know, he's confident. To her, it is just as dear, isn't it? But when he hears of the child hunts, he thinks of Thracia, and when he thinks of Thracia, he cannot help but think of their childhood.

It's been a while.

“ I need to see August. I don't know what's going on, but I might need to look everywhere. ”

Farther than just home. Farther than just Thracia.

Far from Nanna.

He intends to part from the main group, to investigate things himself. He is not patient enough to work with the handful of knights that have been assigned to accompany them— perhaps not patient enough to wait for anybody really.

When last they talked of home, he had promised her a ring from Miletos. Now? Perhaps there will be no rings in that building marketplace.

Just as there still are no rings on either of their left hands.

She grasped for his hand, clutching it close to her heart to keep it from caving in. "Leif..." The essence of something perpetual is etched into his name, as it drew a lengthy breath to fill her lungs. He was asking for too much this time. (No, not really. He had never particularly asked for this. Just as she had never known what lengths he would go to without her.) It had always been a calculated risk to leave Thracia, and they were paying for it with their stomachs looped into crosses. She should say something, but the more he speaks the more her words trickle back into her throat. It tasted of moon salt, or whatever it was that the night was made of. If distance could have a taste.

"..."

Her gaze was still, thoughtful—lids up-turned as he recounted Eyvel, Fiana, August. All of which she yearned to see again. Not in another life nor under these circumstances, but somewhere in the peace they had carved out for them. Hadn't they? Hadn't they carved out peace? What had become of their home while they were away?

When he asked if there was a place she'd like to see, she wonders if he means for her to pick at a low hanging fruit. There were plenty of places to go before that.

"...You should know, dear. You promised." Patience glittered in her emerald eyes, years of promises still manifesting in fields of green. "I..."

Her hands slid away, clasped behind her back. Bouncing to the same livelihood that she had promised to her people. "I wish I could go with you." There's a conditional hanging over them— a silken sheet, still soaked, overhead. But I have to investigate these disappearances. Those children need me.

"I want to go home, Leif. With you. I don't..." Want to ask for more. When the words leave her, she realizes she can't be like this. She's never asked for more than what he could give her, in outstretched arms. And she's never had to ask for more. He was already doing so much, even now.

"..."

"If you see August, Eyvel and... our friends. Our family. Make sure you let them know I am right there with them."

She unclipped her feather, musing on a number of matters that called for her presence in New Thracia. And for his fate as king. Pressing it into his hands, closing it as she went, she lightheartedly tapped his fingers together. Like a locket clicking closed.

There are still no rings on either of their left hands. Just anticipation locked in place of a promise.

"Take me to Miletos, won't you?"

"You promised."

#diadic #{ npc leif joins your party just to leave it #toasabbamvitatham2023

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expiredhydrogenperoxide · 8 months ago

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ASKS

Honest opinion on bagels

Donuts or bagels

is there a subject in school that you failed

Least favorite song

A book trope that you HAAATE

oddly specific trope that you love

A word you always misspell

How fast would you drop a friend if they made a joke about your trauma and didn't see an issue with it

Crocodiles in the bathtubs in the conservatory true or false

1. i don't eat a lot of bagels !! i'm gluten intolerant, but, when i was little, my nanna would always get me poppyseed bagels and put cream cheese and smoked salmon on them and it was sooooo good. so i love bagels even if i can't really eat them. (shout out to the bagel from everything everywhere all at once too)

2. honestly, bagels, they're more versatile in my opinion, and donuts are always too dry for me i feel, there's never enough filling for the amount of donut

3. i've never failed a subject, but i did drop maths last year because i was worried i was going to fail (and i hated it)

4. sugardaddy by the veronicas probably, i hate it sooooo much

5. teacher/student tropes (even university age) make my skin crawl. even if it's totally legal and not questionable with the ages, i just can't do it !!

6. enemies to lovers but like co-dependent academic rivals to lovers who use each other as motivation !! and even when they get together, they can't help but try to one up each other and impress each other

7. i always spell 'conscious' as 'concious'

8. probably not as fast as i should, but i would slowly stop talking to them, i'd immediately lose a lot of respect for them though. if someone tells you something is triggering/insensitive and ignores your issue with it, they don't deserve your respect.

9. ^-^

10. ..yes ??  and here's a question for you back, what's a childhood book series (or two) that you continue to reread over and over (no matter what age it's targeted at) ??

#asks #ask hyd

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sophie-hatter-jenkins · 9 months ago

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Chapter Update - Into The Hinnyverse

A collection of drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.

Chapter 2 - The Dress

Lily Potter does NOT want to wear a dress. Can Harry persuade her?

Read it now on AO3, or below the cut

“Do you remember,” said Ginny, with an exasperated sigh, as she hurried into their bedroom, “when I said that I wanted to raise our daughter to be strong and independent?”

Harry kept one eye on the mirror in front of him as he attempted to make the knot in his tie look slightly less like it had been tied by a small child, and watched as her reflection flopped down onto the end of the bed.

“I do.” Merlin, he hated dressing up like this. His collar already felt uncomfortably tight, and he wondered how long he’d need to wear it before he could get away with unbuttoning it.

“Well, I take it all back.”

Harry suppressed a snigger. “She can’t help it if she takes after her mum.”

Ginny’s eyes flashed with irritation. “Not helpful, Harry.”

Harry swiftly rearranged his features into a more sympathetic expression. “What’s she done?”

Ginny pulled a face. “Lily has decided that she won’t wear the dress.”

“Ah.”

“And of course, that wouldn’t normally wouldn’t be a problem, but…”

“…You know how much it means to your mum,” finished Harry.

“Yeah. We have to leave in fifteen minutes, and she’s still wearing her pyjamas. Honestly, I don’t know what else to say to her. I had to leave the room, otherwise there was going to be an argument and we really don’t have time for that.”

“Okay.” Harry shrugged into his jacket and ran his fingers through his hair in a vague attempt to flatten it that he was well aware was doomed to failure. “The boys are pretty much ready, if you can wrangle them into their shoes and socks, I’ll go and talk to Lily.”

“Deal.” Harry’s eyes met his wife’s in the mirror, and he watched as she moved to his side, slipping her arms around his waist and lifting her chin to kiss his cheek. “Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?”

“You might have mentioned it once or twice. And you’re not so bad yourself.”

The expression on Ginny’s face sent Harry back to a time, before they’d become parents, when that same expression on his wife’s face would have been enough to ensure they had been very, very late arriving wherever it was they were meant to be going. Now, though, they had actual responsibilities, so demonstrating his appreciation for his wife was going to have to wait.

Instead, he dropped a brief kiss onto her lips, disentangled himself and headed across the landing to Lily’s room. The dress that was causing so much trouble was hanging on the front of the wardrobe, while his daughter was sitting on her bed, cross legged and arms folded. Her brown eyes flashed with so much righteous fury, she looked more like a mini-Ginny than ever.

“Hi, Pumpkin,” he greeted her. “We have to leave for the Burrow in a few minutes. Can you please put your dress on, like Mum asked you to?”

“No,” said Lily, bluntly. She hugged her arms even tighter into her body.

“Well, you can’t go in your pyjamas, can you?” Harry told her, using his most patient and reasonable ‘Dad’ voice.

“Why not?” asked Lily, mutinously

Harry laughed. “Lily, it’s Grandad’s special birthday party. We all need to look nice.”

Lily pouted. “I know that! But give me one good reason why I should wear a dress!”

Harry sat down on the bed next to her. “Nanna asked us to dress smartly.”

“I don’t see why that means I have to wear a dress.”

“Mum’s wearing a dress,” pointed out Harry. “She looks really pretty.”

“But Al and James don’t have to,” protested Lily. “And you’re not either! I don’t like wearing dresses! They get in the way when me and Hugo want to climb trees, or practice on our brooms! My purple trousers with the flowers on are smart! I could wear those instead! Dresses are stupid.”

Harry sighed, and took his daughter’s hands in his own. “Lily, normally I wouldn’t care, and nor would Mum. But Nanna Weasley made you this dress especially. All your cousins have one too. It’s a bit like Christmas jumpers. I need you to wear it, just once, just for today.

“But it isn’t all my cousins! It’s just the girls! Why can’t I dress smartly like Al and James and you instead? It’s much more comfortable!”

Harry sighed. “Honestly, Lily, wearing a suit really isn’t as great as you think. The collars are tight, the jackets are hot and formal trousers aren’t exactly ideal for climbing trees or riding brooms either.”

Lily looked at him like he was an utter idiot. “So why do you wear them?”

Harry was silent for a moment. “You know, Lily - you’re absolutely right. But I do need you to put on your dress. How about I do you a deal?”

When he explained what he had in mind, Lily’s smile grew wider and wider. Harry had a horrible feeling he was going to regret this course of action, but desperate times call for desperate measures. He crossed his fingers, and hoped it would work out for the best.

Less than half an hour later, the party was in full swing. Lily, fully decked out in the hated dress, had already disappeared off into the garden with her brothers and cousins. Back in the house, Harry found himself very much the centre of attention. As usual, he absolutely wasn’t thrilled about this, but, he had to admit, in this case it was entirely justified.

“Honestly, mate,” spluttered Ron, when he managed to stop laughing. "You couldn’t have shaved your legs? This is a special occasion, you know.”

“Yeah,” added George, waving his plate, laden with a selection of food from the buffet, in the general direction of Harry’s lower half. “The state of your knees is putting me off my pumpkin vol-au-vents.”

“Hey!” protested Ginny, slinging her arms around Harry’s waist. “My husband has fabulous legs. And now everyone knows it.”

“Well, I for one am extremely proud of you, Harry,” Hermione told him. “I think it’s wonderful to see you challenging gender stereotypes in clothing choices in such a… forthright way.” Harry had to hand it to her - she almost managed to say it with an entirely straight face, but made the strategic error of looking at Ron, then dissolved into giggles, taking her husband with her.

“Go on, Harry - give us a twirl,” asked Bill.

Deciding to embrace the situation in good spirit, Harry obliged. He turned on the spot, showing off the copy of Lily’s dress that he’d transfigured from his suit, earning himself a wolf whistle from Charlie in the process.

“Okay, everyone,” he announced. “Make the most of it! The deal I made with Lily was I’d wear the dress for exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes. I’m changing it back into my suit in…” Harry checked his watch. “...ninety-four minutes.”

Hermione looked at him curiously. “One hour and thirty-seven minutes? That seems very specific, Harry.”

“Lily drives a hard bargain,” Harry explained, ruefully, as his father-in-law ambled over, drink in hand. “She bartered me up from fifteen minutes.”

Arthur grinned as he looked Harry up and down. “You know, I’ve always thought dresses look like they’d be quite comfortable.”

Harry laughed. “Actually, it isn’t too bad. A bit draughty though.”

“Ah, the things we do for our kids, eh?” Then his expression changed, shifted to something softer, more nostalgic. “Lily is so like her mother, isn’t she?”

“She really is,” agreed Harry.

Arthur nodded. “Trust me, Harry. I know exactly what it’s like to be wrapped around the finger of a little ginger spitfire. I love my boys, but there’s just something different about having a daughter. I’d have worn a million dresses for Ginny if I’d needed to, and far more besides.”

Harry let his gaze fall out of the window. In the distance, he caught just a glimpse of Lily, as she dashed between the trees in the orchard. He adored all of his children, each one no more and no less than the others, but he knew exactly what Arthur meant. One hour and thirty-seven minutes in a dress was absolutely the least of what he’d do for his little girl.

“Yeah. Me too.”

#harry potter #ginny weasley #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter fanfiction #ginniversary bingo #not gonna lie #this is very fluffy #and quite silly

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hoghtastic · 8 months ago

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“Well, in relation to Johanne and me, 🚩I think perhaps the distribution has always been that Johanne is Glinda and I am Elphaba.🚩”

Crazy how that’s the first thing she thinks of when she things of her and Jo’s dynamic, basically(what I got from that) “it’s always been known that Johanne (“conversationally” pretty, populær, and calls the shots) is up there ⬆️, and I’m below her ⬇️” (at least that’s what it felt like when I read that)

“We went to class together at the musical academy We start out pretty much like our characters in Wicked are too.🚩So Glinda, she's in control of everything, and she's totally in control of everyone else and she's popular, but she also puts herself a bit in the position of having to be popular.🚩”

The victim complex here is insane. No longer is she the outgoing but nerdy to the core girl, she admits to putting herself above others and feeling like she just has to do everything because who else will? Who will they look up to if I wasn’t here, where would they be without me. I’m so weighed down by all this pressure I PUT ON MYSELF. Did she not actually say something like that in the askepot interview? That she has a “if I don’t who else will” type of mind set? And it’s the way she tries to twist it and make it seem like it’s some burden that she has to deal with , I have an actual mother who is like this and let’s just say I hope if she has kids, she’s changed her attitude by then. It’s going to be hell for them.😅

“🚩Elphaba is a little quieter, she doesn't quite know where she should be. Me and Nanna were like that at school too.🚩 “

Mind you, this is Johanne saying this. About her friend. Now I don’t know if it’s just me but she said that, not because she actually felt that way, but because she needed those extra “aww she was just such a cutie patootie in school, she was so lost” which is believable when it comes to her friend, because she was friends with Johanne. But Johanne relating to that aspect is obviously a contradicting statement because you “control everything and everyone(but only because you have to😉)” so how were you also passive and quiet and lost if you were a wild red haired girl who knew what she wanted to do from a young age, and just had a fire lit in her from the beginning. It doesn’t make sense Jo.

“We think quite differently, but she is also one of the people who inspires me the most, 🚩and who helps to challenge me and my own way of thinking really a lot.🚩”

It’s great to have friends who incourage you, but it’s a little different when they “challenge” the way you think, in the way that I think Jo does. She comes off as someone who will seem very condescending towards someone who doesn’t agree with what she says so she has to narrow her eyes at them in front of an entire group of friends and make you feel embarrassed by “challenging” the way you think. That’s what I got from that, the wording was off to me, but I’m not entirely sure if we can conclude that that’s the kind of “challenging” she means. Especially when you consider how fondly she talks of her friends a lot of the time (ex. “I couldn't sing Elphaba 8 times a week either, I just have to say that. Few people can do that, and we are quite lucky to have Nanna in our musical world.) but in my opinion (an observation) i feel because of how she’s explained her own personality and the way she acts, and the at she is very passionate about her own opinions, she can have her moments where she may have indirectly challenged someone in a way that might not be helpful. Especially when we consider Nanna, who is admittedly passive,(and who acknowledged that “We think quite differently”) probably wouldn’t have spoken out at the times Jo challenged her (if she ever did☝️) I can’t really criticize her for that specific part though because I have probably come across as “challenging” to someone and didn’t know it simply because I’m also very passionately opinionated. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it can be for sure, especially for other people if you’re not careful. Self awareness and self control with our kind of passionate and challenging personality is important.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts on the interview! You made a very interesting analysis and valid points, with which I personally agree! ��

Something I also noticed about Nanna, is that while she seems nice and likeable, she's also represented in a way that she's somehow "bellow" Johanne, and has always been this way since school, but she has accepted this dynamic and seems okay with it? Like those "followers" of the popular kid at school. I found it quite interesting how she so easily accepts this, but then also noticed that while Johanne makes some statements that assert her own "dominance", at the same time she compliments Nanna and lets her shine for a moment, like some momentaneous "lovebombing", so to speak, so Nanna probably doesn't really notice how negative this dynamic truly looks to someone observing from the outside.

#anon asks

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harrowing-dump · 2 years ago

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Thought dump about Baldr and Nanna -

Since we don’t get a lot about them in terms of their backstories, how they met, all that jazz, I’ve been trying to develop an interesting background for how they came together that makes sense for their characters and how things develop while they’re in Hel.

As of now, my story has them meet for an arranged marriage, one that Baldr and Nanna both need to consent to (as one would hope, but yknow).

Nanna is petite, even compared to Idunn and other disir, so everyone expects her to be docile. And while Nanna can be very sweet-tempered, she’s very aware of the disadvantage of her size, so she’s got a “little but fierce” aspect to her character that comes out during her first meeting with Baldr. In short, to prove that she won’t be a doormat, she punches him in the face. And as soon as he recovers from the shock Baldr’s like “Sold!”

I’m open to the idea that they’ve met before this, which might be more meaningful than the comedic tone of meeting the love of your life when she decks you.

A core problem for Nanna is dealing with insecurities, first for being a small, usually gentle, easy to overlook person, then being the wife of the most beloved man in the world. This isn’t as much of a problem while they’re alive - she’s proud of all he does for peace and justice and happy to see him so widely respected. Maybe her fear that she falls short exists as a small, negligible concern, but it starts sprouting when they both die and go to Hel.

Baldr has always been loyal to his family, serving his father’s will without question (or very little, only when an avenue for peace instead of conflict is available). When he first arrives in Hel, he’s uprooted, uncertain of where his loyalty should lie when he can’t do anything for his family anymore. Then, as he experiences Hel’s kindness and earnest desire to care for the souls in her realm, his loyal tendencies latch onto her. He doesn’t think of it as a betrayal of his kin because he’s serving the same purpose: maintaining peace and justice where he can.

Early on, Nanna supports him in this new role because she sees his need to help others. Hel doesn’t seem interested in Baldr for anything more than his usefulness in peace-keeping. But as things go on, and Baldr’s loyalty and affection for Hel become more obvious, Nanna wonders if there’s more going on. She also starts being bothered by how little purpose she has outside of being Baldr’s wife. In life, she had her own kin and friends for companions, and she mothered Forseti. Now she’s cut off from that, all for the genuine love of her husband who’s attention is increasingly occupied with Hel (both place and person).

Baldr doesn’t like to bring up Forseti - he loves his son, and he wonders about him, and doing so always pains him. Because he feels his role is to bring brightness to others, especially in the gloomy realm of Hel, he grows fearful of dwelling on any negative feelings that might break his veneer. But refusing to talk about Forseti adds to the growing rift between him and Nanna. For Nanna, this avoidance comes across as neglect, possibly another sign of his obsessive attachment to Hel and fulfilling his duties.

Because she’s afraid of being insufficient, and because he worries about spiraling into a depressive state and compromising his capacity to help people, they struggle to talk about these issues, or even to acknowledge them. It takes admitting their problems to others they trust for them to truly mend the breach.

#scribblings #baldr #nanna #harrowing baldr #harrowing nanna

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meraki-sunset · 2 years ago

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What are some other bad endings of the comic? I'm very interested to hear about them!

Through the comic i've come up with a few

Doomed timeline Nº2

At the end of the Game over, while Nanna is looking for John, Jade and Crow (or any other survivors) she can't make it out of the glitches and get's consumed by them like Dirk. Because of this, she can never take Terezi to John, and she can never give him the instructions to retcon the timeline correctly. Without a plan and having hit rock bottom, John and Roxy Just wait for the timeline to end

(like they almost did in canon)

Doomed timeline Nº3

John deviates from Terezi’s plan too much and goes back for his father’s corpse as well as Rose’s mom’s corpse. He doesn’t try to save them because he fears that will change the timeline too much, so he just takes the bodies. John prototypes the bodies on the new session using the Alpha kid’s kernelsprites. This provokes halsprite to never exist and making it way longer for Jade and Crow to find Davepeta and stop them from killing more people, and it also provokes Jasprose to not exist either, which means nobody came up with the idea to ascend the sprites and revive the other trolls. The kids lost to the Condesce.

Doomed timeline Nº4

Dirk regrets his decision and scapes the glitches but is now covered in them, he can’t see or think clearly. He lands on John’s planet, trying to follow him and takes refuge on a cave, when John cleans the glitches of the planet, he can’t get to clean dirk’s (doesn’t even know he’s there). Dirk arrives with the rest to the new session and begins infecting everything. The glitches take over the new session too. (glitchy dirk almost made it to the story, but that meant I would have had to kill retcon Dirk)

Doomed timeline Nº5 (My favorite doomed timeline)

In this timeline, Thypheus succeeds in killing the kid’s doubles plus Nanna, leaving Davesprite completely on his own during the trip.

He has a really bad three years in which he ponders over whether any of the choices he made up to that point were even worth anything, since now the Friends he became a Sprite to save are dead again. He then dreams with alt!Calliope, she tells him she was looking for Jade, he tells her she is dead, they talk about how she shouldn’t be talking to him, but jade and how he is the same aspect as the brother she killed, Davesprite mentions the sister he lost. Alt calliope tells him that her friend’s death was premeditated and can’t be undone even with god tier Powers, but that he should still try to ascend if he has the possibility, that could help to prevent him from losing anyone else (Alt!Calliope is aware that davesprite is on a doomed timeline, but doesn’t tell him)

Trying to take back any sort of control over his life he ascesnds to god tier

Without Jade’s help, his swings never worked, and tired of them, wanting to be human again, he cut them off. Without John he couldn’t let go of his brother’s sword. Without Nanna’s guidance, he latched onto the memories of Bro, the only guardian he knew.

He rejected the name Davesprite. He was alone, he was just dave. Day by day his hair began to whiten due to the stress of being alone and not knowing what was going to happen to him, if he was even gonna make it.

He was a mess and as months and years went by his mental state began to deteriorate. It wasn’t fair. He had lost everything and all for nothing, all for another versión of him to take his place. He was tired, he was fed up with evetything and after three years he finally snaped

After three years alone in the void having finally arrived to the new sesión he had only two tougths in mind

Get rid of Dave, and take his place

Find Rose, His sister and the only person he had left

Things didn’t go well when he arrived, even after seeing John and Jade alive, he wasn’t in a Good state of mind and still wanted Dave gone, ending at some point controled by the condesce like Davepeta. He caused chaos and a lot of butterly effect that got the timeline doomed

In the end there was only him at the Edge of the blackhole, following the call of the space energy alt!Calliope had set in motion. His oposite aspect, they were meeting again

He had lived through too much, he had seen too much and in the end, no matter how many times he went back in time to fix things, doom would always find him, all he did was in vain

The void was calling him and he let go

(This versión of Davesprite was my original idea for the spaceship crew. I love June Josh and Davepeta, but White!crow will always have a special spot in my heart and i wish i could have been able to redeem him if i had gone on with this idea)

Here is the first bad ending

#homestuck #homestuck au #hs #crow strider au #csau extra

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sigyn-obsessed · 2 years ago

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Loki/Sigyn with Frigga Liv

credit to @speciallittle-snowflake for these prompts

tw: for miscarriage, stillbirth

1. Accident or well-planned?

She was an accident, but a very wanted accident. They had tried for years to have a baby, but had basically given up years prior. This isn’t Sigyn’s first pregnancy though, she was pregnant with twin boys but she ended up having a stillbirth at 5 1/2 months. That really breaks Sigyn to pieces, and that makes her very nervous with this pregnancy. She’s waiting for something to go wrong but it never does.

2. How do they find out, when? Do they regularly do tests, or one day the pregnant suddenly remembers that they should have some cycle (i didn't have period for three months in a row. Hm. Suspicious)

Sigyn begins experiencing symptoms and doesn’t really put it together until Loki mentions that she hasn't been this sick since Narvi and Vali, their twins they lost. That widens her mind and the next day she goes to Eir, expecting her to tell her she’s fine, she’s just got a cold. Eir does not say that, and instead confirms her suspicions. After a series of questions, Eir basically says, “Yep, you’re pregnant.”

3. How do they tell the other one? How does the not-pregnant one react?

Sigyn doesn’t know how to tell Loki. Originally she kept it a secret. She doesn’t want to get his hopes up. She eventually tells Nanna, her sister who has Forseti, her nephew and begins asking how to tell him. Loki walks in on their talk and feels like Sigyn is keeping something from him, she spills and tells him, and while he’s hurt she didn’t immediately tell him, he understands the hurt he would feel if something went wrong. But he knows he needs to be there for her, no matter what.

4. Who is more nervous (terrified)?

Both are equally nervous, Sigyn is worried that something is going to happen and worries every time she’s going to a doctor's appointment. Loki is more worried about being a father and how he had such a bad father, how is he going to be a good one? He has no one to look up to. However, both regularly talk each other down, with Loki saying nothings going to happen, and Sigyn telling him he’ll be the best because he knows what not to do.

5. Do they want to know the gender of the child before the birth?

They don’t know due to the technology, but both have this feeling it’s a girl. They’re right, but both can’t imagine having a boy, since they lost their only boys. They’d love having a boy, but just can’t imagine it.

6. How does the preparations go?

Loki takes control of this, he doesn’t want Sigyn to worry. He puts everything together, with the help of Thor. They settle in New Asgard, with the best healer possible, Eir, and Loki’s family, Thor. Sigyn wants Thor to be a part of this child’s life, since he understands how surprising it is that they’re having a baby.

7. Baby shower?

Thor throws them one, much to both’s apprehension, but the citizens of New Asgard are actually quite sweet, and understand that Loki has changed. They basically realize that if their King (Thor) likes him, they should too. Also, Sigyn is so lovable, many can’t really find anything wrong with her, she’s a hard worker and they realize how much this baby is wanted.

8. Is the not-pregnant one not caring (just... nothing changes, cause pReGnAnCy Is nOt An iLlNeSs), caring (I won't let u hold this heavy groceries, dear) or got super wild and is acting like a complete moron (Don't u dare wash this glass, u r pregnant, u can't move because it's unhealthy for the baby, i will do eVeRyThInG)?

Loki is so caring that people are quite shocked. Many know him for the horrible things he’s done, but he’s good to Sigyn, and he’s good in general. Sigyn really reels him in and makes him realize he’s not the same person he was years prior. He’s free and he’s going to be a father, he needs to be his best self for their child.

9. Rides to the shop in the middle of the night, cause pregnant Person A suddenly feels like they'd eat pumpkin-flavored ice cream?

Both walk around late at night to the small shop that’s open all night to pick up Sigyn’s snacks. The owner of the store loves seeing them, and loves seeing the two together, being kind and caring. He has children of his own and he understands those cravings. He also loves seeing her bump change, one day it’s barely there, the next day it’s large.

10. Do they have a name? Or they argue over how to name their child?

Sigyn wants to name the baby Frigga, which not only warms Loki’s heart thinking of his mother, but Frigg means “beloved.” This child is so loved before and after it’s born that they realize they are “beloved.” Liv, their middle name, means “life.” Overall, their child’s name means “beloved life.” If it’s a boy, they have no clue, both are so set that it’ll be a girl they really don’t even think about it.

11. Is going into labor unexpected (Hey, don't panic or anything, but might be that my waters just broke or something?) or it happened on the day they did expect it?

Sigyn has pain that is usual, she feels pain all the time, but this pain feels different. It feels like when she lost the twins, so she panics. She immediately goes to Eir, who calms her down. She tells her it’s completely fine. About 6 hours later though, she thinks she peed herself so she laughs with Loki until she looks at it and says, “That’s too light to be pee.” They both panic this time. SHe runs to Eir who basically tells her to prepare for the wildest ride of her life.

12. Is the not-pregnant-one in the room while their spouse is giving birth? Who is more terrified?

Yes, of course he is. He will fight anyone who tells him he can’t be. Both are terrified, Loki more because he hates seeing his wife in so much pain. Sigyn is scared something will happen and the baby will be a stillborn. Hours later though, Frigga is born completely healthy, though she is a bit small, but overall, she’s fine.

#loki #sigyn #loki x sigyn #loki/sigyn #logyn #fanfic #frigga liv lokidottir #narvi #vali #thor

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anruraiocht · 2 years ago

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marigold & willow (psychic damage)

botanical headcanons

marigold : is your muse prone to jealousy ? how might they handle envious feelings ? & willow : how does your muse handle sadness & depression ? ha ha funny that you, nanna mun, would send this :)

The short answer is yes, Miranda is extremely prone to jealousy. In particular, she’s jealous of Nanna, because Nanna stands for everything she wishes she had.

MARIGOLD POINT 1: KINDNESS

When Miranda talks about her father, her focus is entirely on how kind her father was, not his competency as a ruler.

“It all started when you fled from Leonster. My father was a kind man who loved peace. He had no reason to go against the Empire… But…but…!” (Thracia 776 Chapter 16B)

“Father abhorred fighting and was unfailingly kind... And he paid a terrible price for his kindness!” (Fire Emblem Heroes, castle quote)

We find out through Dryas reprimanding Miranda that her father was a weak ruler that refused to involve himself in conflicts and even further, the light novel implies that it was Ethnia, not the king, who decided to take in Leif and co. By all means, someone as single-mindedly focused on restoring Ulster as Miranda should be mad at her father for being a poor ruler. But Miranda instead clings to the memory of her father as a kind man.

Kindness is a trait that Miranda values, because she feels like she can’t let herself be kind. Compare Nanna’s ending, where her “sweetness and generosity” is stressed, to Miranda’s ending, where her “short temper and (proclivity) to misunderstandings” is what’s stressed. Even from a gameplay perspective, Nanna uses swords and staves and her personal skill boosts hit/avoid for allies. It’s a support based kit. Miranda uses magic (and swords upon promotion) and her personal skill guarantees a crit if the enemy attacks her first. It’s a purely offensive, selfish kit.

MARIGOLD POINT 2: LEIF (DEROGATORY)

Much like most things in Miranda’s life, it all comes back to Leif. Whereas Leif will always goes after Nanna, Leif will always leave Miranda behind. The most poignant example of the difference between the way Leif treats Nanna and Miranda is the scene after the final chapter of Thracia 776.

Miranda: “Well, yes, but… The people want more than that. My advisors are urging me to marry you so that we can unite with Leonster. They think they can just tell me what to do because I’m a girl…”

Leif: “Well, you and I are the only heirs that survived this turmoil. What your advisors are saying only makes sense. But I’m not sure…”

Miranda: “Do you not like me? That’s okay, but…”

Leif: “No, that’s not it. I still have things to do. We still have the Granvalle Empire and other divisions of the Loptr Church to deal with, and we also have to defend Northern Thracia from invaders. There’s just too much on my mind to be thinking about whether I love someone or not…”

... Leif: “Yes, you did. We grew up like brother and sister, but you were always the one helping me. I was able to come this far because you were always there for me, to support me and cheer me up. Nanna, once this war ends, I’ll go look for Lachesis as well. And when I find her, I’m going to ask her directly…for your hand, Nanna…”

These aren’t different scenes, by the way. The background doesn’t change. These interactions are only minutes between each other. Holy shit, Leif. To make matters worse, Miranda’s ending implies that if she hadn’t fallen in love with someone else, she would have waited forever for an answer that Nanna got immediately.

WILLOW

Miranda handles sadness through anger; I find it extremely apt that her personal skill is Wrath lol. She’s prideful and bares her teeth at the slightest provocation, because her anger is the only thing keeping her from falling into despair. She watched despair steal away her parents from her, she vows to avenge them, even if it means trying to kill Leif herself (in the LN). She uses anger as a shield, because it’s the only thing keeping her going.

#👑 ooc #👑 hc/meta #//FE5 SPOILERS BTW KJDHJKDFHJKFDKJH #//makes me insaneeeee that the LN implies that miranda was a shy kid that had to harden her heart to survive #//fe women should be allowed to talk to each other part 36538278 #//(shakes miranda around like that ferret gif) this tsundere can fit so many problems #//sometimes you cope with your life being a series of tragedies by blaming everything on leif. and thats ok <3 #//the joke here is that we've talked about this before

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Bro and mom traveling together!!! We have some brain strand connection or some shit because I entertain that idea a lot. I love putting them into situations where they just have to be stuck together, gets a good laugh out of me.

I would ask more about that but hmm, maybe after this hc stuff (or really anything, I don’t mind if it’s another meta tangent) I wanted to ask about old lady English and Poppop? I think they’re pretty neat. Ushsjsk or maybe I should finish the strilonde guardians with Alpha Rose? I like her a lot too hmmm.

You can choose, I’m incompetent when it comes to choice.

Bro and Mom! you know i love talking about bro and mom now hahaha you're kinda pandering to my specific talking point interests lol!

Tbh I probably don't have as much fun stuff to say about Doc English and Poppop without talking about canon stuff! I think they, like Nanna and Grandpa, were given a really raw fucking deal, and that it definitely helped shape them into the kind of people they are BUT they are also old and that scares me LOL i mean it's still fun I just don't have to dig quite as deep to extract personality traits from them, since John and Jade are my secret darlings <3

BUT i can definitely warble about Alpha Rose Lalonde forever (cw again, for alcoholism)

it's no secret to the fandom, and to rng readers, that our other "Mom Lalonde" is an alcoholic. it breaks my heart that roxy really thought that drinking was a feasible way to get closer to her, and it makes me sad even typing it out

I do not think that she left the alcohol there in a malicious way, I think she genuinely just. Did not think about Roxy in that moment. She had a booze stash, it belonged to her, and she didn't (as funny as this is, for a person with pretty impeccable foresight) even consider the repercussions of leaving an eventual-teenager alone with a lifetime supply of the stuff

Alpha Rose didn't start drinking til adulthood, mostly after the age of 20

She learned to drive from John Crocker, which basically led to her just paying for driving school instead. Because yikes.

She is John's favorite even though she would never ever tell Dave this because it would devastate him

Dave Strider is (was) her only friend <3

I like to headcanon that she was actually connected more closely with her aspect, in part because she's Rose, and Seers are like that (Alternian Kankri remembered a gentler way of life for the trolls I think??) And in part because of Rose's accidental trip and fall into the favor of the horrorterrors

I just remember Calliope saying she could black out news feeds and shit and that feels very grimdark to me! Fun!

She took up knitting at 14, when John Crocker got her needles for her birthday (he doesn't know why, either, it just felt right)

Much like the beta guardians, they were 13 the first time they met Poppop and Grandma

Rose tends to be more pessimistic towards new people, but she has great faith in Dave, even though she knows that he will turn himself inside out without some kind of outside force to stop him

Being alone for a long time does this to you

She actually did not like Bro at all when they met, because she did not trust him, and because

She is very careful with Dave's heart, even if she's not like that with her own

She could see a lot of her bad traits in Bro, things that made her an excellent face for a rebellion, but made for a bad parent

She's more aware of Dave's flaws than he , most days

While the worlds did get smashed together, most of her dayware was absorbed by Momlonde's closet, so she really does just be wearing formal wear every day until she finally has access to clothes

Most of the time she can be found sporting Momlonde's pajamas

Very unlike aDave and Bro to start, she and Mom get along quite well. I'm sure Bro has nothing to do with this.

I think Mom really needed some kind of adult presence she could lean on, once the Daves showed up in New York, and while Rose is not exactly equipped to handle children, at least she had someone to talk to now!

You might imagine but they really both like wizards :)

The thing she was picking up from the pharmacy was Naltrexone

Quite frankly she probably shouldn't have been driving either but here we are

The kids winning the game released her from her obligation to the horrorterrors

She doesn't really know how to talk to Roxy, at least not in a super open way, but Roxy is pretty capable of taking the reins here, and I think it makes Rose sad, to see how much heavy lifting maturity wise her daughter has to do for her

Luckily for her however her daughter is Roxy

Mom is also Roxy

I definitely see her as more similar to Bro in terms of like, how she sees the players' place in the game, and their duty to the timeline. She understands (or understood, before) how necessary what they were doing was, and I don't think she would have given up, not even if Dave begged her to

She does in fact have a pretty solid handle on alpha Dave, as unfortunate for him as that is, and she is pretty much the only reason he never gave up, at all

Whether this is a positive or a negative thing is all contextual of course

She and Dave are kinda weird, I guess

She has absolutely also been a black cat for Halloween

She also went to college

Keg Stand Champion

Now trying her absolute best to be in recovery ofc

I don't think she makes a habit of lying for many reasons, but she is not above pushing Dave (yikes) if it will (did) benefit the rebellion long term

She likes to get her wait and hates losing

Yes even if it's petty

She is secretly thrilled that she makes the Striders uncomfortable

Okay so it's not a secret

She never bothered to learn how to cook and had an assistant who would bring her groceries lol

God remember how ubeyeats doesn't exist in 2012 that's fucked up

She is ambidextrous

The only reason she and Dave did not have a fallout over the house in Rainbow Falls is because Dave was busy chasing after John Crocker like a lost puppy

Her favorite color is green

She has always wanted to do karaoke, but I don't think she would actually be willing to participate, if it came down to it

Rose used to smoke, too, but she gave it up in the first timeline, when she saw how much of a nightmare Dave was becoming

Once again circling back to the Bro thing I think they are more similar than either of them would like to be (much like little Rose) and I think that makes every single convo I have to write between them a nightmare

She, unlike Dave, likes being the tallest person in the room, and wears heels in purpose

She and Rose have never been alone in a room together

On purpose

John Crocker used to take her hobby boat racing when she was younger

She used to let Dave paint her nails. No, he was not good at it.

She kept the original knitting needles John gave her until she died

#i think alpha rose is neat but like she is also somewhat intimidating!!!#i dread writing her with anyone who is not Dave sigh #the run and go fic #i guess i do have fun john crocker and jade english headcanons they are just tied deeply to the other two #they acted more as parents and guides for them #and a source of ire really #BUT ANYWAY #sorry more of me rambling sorry

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