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Man, if this ain’t a fucking mood. Covid is also apart of this reasoning as covid isn't fucking over!

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the fact that you have to thank someone for being nice these days because post pandemic aggression is overtaking

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[finelinevogue]

life goes on

summary - just a tiny blurb of post tour engagement talk

a/n : this contains a very brief mention of cancer, so be aware of that xx

word count : ~1k

pairing : boyfriend!harry x reader

The sun was setting just down past the mountains.

It had been a busy day and everyone was exhausted. You had all gone on a couple of yachts out to sea to dolphin watch and then come back and swam in the sea onshore.

After the end of tour, Harry had invited all of his family out to spend a month together in his gorgeous Italian house in the countryside. It was perfect for everyone, because it had endless garden land, a hot tub and a large swimming pool. It was a great house for the kids.

Harry’s family’s children were hear, and could be currently heard running around the garden with Nerf guns Uncle Harry had bought them to play with.

Currently, everyone was sat outside on the large patio area. There were bean bags, L-shaped sofas and other various comfortable chairs for people to sit on and none were spare.

“H?” Gemma asked, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Toilet I think.” Harry answered.

“When are you and Y/N getting married then, H?” Harry’s uncle, Dave, asked.

Harry laughed in shock and a few people cheered to that idea.

A lot of people were nursing beers and a few others with various cocktails they’d made for themselves. You had helped Harry set up a help-yourself bar for everyone to make whatever they wanted.

Harry himself had a Corona in hand, with a lime in the top because apparently that’s the best way you take it.

“Oh, let them be!” Anne shushed her brother up. “They’re still in their honeymoon phase.”

Anne watched as her son got all shy, blushing as he thought about how in love he was with you. Anne smiled, knowing her boy would always be happy with you by his side.

“They’ve been in that phase for six years now. The poor girl will run if he doesn’t ask soon.” Dave piped up again.

“Y/N can ask me too, y’know.” Harry suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

“We all know you’re too romantic to let Y/N do that.” Someone else piped up, to which they all agreed.

“Heyy!” Harry protested, but deep down he knew they were right.

Harry had always wanted to get to ask you the big question. Being engaged and looking forward to his own wedding has been something he has looked forward to, ever since watching his first romcom.

Harry won’t settle for giving you anything less than the perfect proposal.

“I do want to be alive to see you get married, love.” Harry’s nan, Marge, chimed in, making everyone laugh.

“You will be, nan. I promise.” Harry held up his beer in promise to his nan. “And anyways, why aren’t you all nagging at Gem - whom is also still not married.”

Harry knew exactly why.

“Don’t believe in marriage, H.” Gem said. “Plus Michal says it’s too difficult choosing a ring.”

“That is true.” Michal nodded and agreed, making Gemma laugh and cuddle closer into his side on the sofa.

Harry looked at them and then towards the house, missing you after only two minutes. He wondered where you were.

“Have you gone ring shopping yet, H?” One of Harry’s aunts, Linda, asked.

“Yes.” Harry shot his head back around to face the conversation.

“Is it going to break the bank?” Dave asked.

“Nothing could dent that boys bank, Dave.” Linda laughed.

Harry smiled along, knowing the ring safely tucked away in his suitcase was just what you had asked for. It had been a reasonable price and it’s beauty outshone everything else.

“Y/N trusts me to pick out the right ring.”

“Good lad.” Dave nodded onto Harry.

“Excuse me a minute.”

Harry put his beer down on the floor and left his family to go in search of you.

He wandered into the house and because it was very open, he was able to tell you weren’t downstairs. He shouted your name up the stairs, but no one responded.

“Babe?” He called again, standing at the bottom of the stairs.

He was getting worried now and ran up the stairs two at a time. He wandered down the hall and straight into your shared bedroom.

No one was on the bed and no one was in the bathroom.

“Y/N?” Harry shouted again, a little more sternly this time. “Where the fuck is—”

He looked in and out of all bedrooms upstairs and the bathrooms too, but no sign of you.

As Harry rushed back down the stairs and opened the front door. He was ready to shout your name again when he saw you sitting the hammock by the front garden gate alone.

He closes the front door and furrowed his eyebrows as he walked quickly over to you.

“Baby? Where have you been?” He asked, dodging in between the cars as made his way to you.

You looked up at him and smiled, but it was one that did not reach your eyes.

Harry watched as you brought a small tissue up to your noses and wipe underneath. He put together, as he moved closer towards you, that you had been crying.

“Baby…” Harry said softly, coming down to crouch in front of you.

You swallowed a lump in the back of your throat and rolled your eyes at your own emotions. Harry was nothing but patient with you, waiting for you to gather up whatever thoughts you wanted to say.

Harry stayed crouched down in front of you, hands clasping yours to stop you from picking away at the skin by your nails - a nasty habit he was constantly telling you off for.

“It’s my mum. She’s back in hospital.” You sadly smiles, watching Harry’s face drop too.

Harry let out a tut and a heavy sigh, sagging his head in sadness.

“Cancer came back. She’s been in for a month and has only just told me.” Your words started to come out in splutters towards the end of your sentence as you began to cry again. “Fuck, m’sorry.”

Harry popped his head at your apology. “No, don’t you start apologising for things that don’t need an apology. Don’t care that this is celebrating post tour. All I care about is you and seeing that smile on your face. If you haven’t got a smile today, that’s okay but we’ll work together to put one back there again.”

You nodded your head in understanding.

Harry moved to sit next to you, laying you both down on the hammock. Harry sat so his feet still touched the floor, but you moved so your whole body was on the hammock and you could tuck yourself into his side. Harry rocked the two of you slowly and rubbed his hand up and down your back, whilst you closed your eyes and listened to the sound of Harry’s heartbeat.

“We can go see her when we’re back, can’t we?” You asked.

“Of course. Why do y’ask?”

“Just checking, in case you had music plans or anything.”

“Baby. You know I’m yours now for the foreseeable future.”

“I know.”

“We can go see her every day if you want.” Harry suggested, “And also. I don’t care what you say, I’m paying for any extra treatment and care to make sure she’s as comfortable as she can be.”

“Ha—”

“No I’m not arguing with you on this, love.”

“But…”

“Yeah, your butt is lovely, I know.” You could hear his smirk as he patted your ass lightly with his hand.

That put a little smile on your face anyways.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

“It’ll be your bank account someday soon too.”

And you smiled again, knowing the prospect of an engagement was soon approaching.

[swaps55]

I wrote! Is it for Mezzo? No. It's for the ME3 story, but it's important, and leads into something that's been replaying itself in my head for probably two years now, heh.

Sam and Kaidan, welcome to the geth dreadnought.

~

The ship bucks again under another salvo, metal alloys groaning in slow, dying protest. Artificial gravity gives way while Kaidan is mid-stride. His stomach does a somersault, limb flailing as his armored boot fails to hit the deckplates, momentum sending him careening. Behind him, Shepard swears. Kaidan reaches for a steel support to catch himself - close enough, I can reach it - but a still-functioning geth unit opens fire. Three rounds from a pulse rifle glance off his shields, the kinetic energy altering his trajectory just enough his fingers brush nothing but air. Somewhere behind him a pistol fires – Shepard – and the pulse rifle falls silent.

His heartbeat ratchets up as he clears the catwalk and floats into the cavernous maw of the docking bay, an easy target with nowhere to go.

Tali calls from below him, where she’d managed to grab the same support Kaidan had missed. She snags him by the foot, stopping his motion with a jerk before slinging him up towards the commandeered fighter. He collides with the wing, grunting, but manages to slip along it to the open hatch and climb inside. Tali pushes off behind him, aimed right for his outstretched hand. He grabs her tight and pulls her inside, then sticks his head back out.  

“Shepard!”

Frantically, he scans the cargo bay until he spots the ride and white armor stripe. Shepard clings to a piece of debris on the level below with both arms.

The ship shudders again. Hard. Just like the Normandy in her death throes.

We don’t have much time.

“Shepard,” Kaidan calls out again. “Here!”

Shepard glances up, and for several beats refuses to move. But then he takes a deep breath and kicks off from his perch, straight as an arrow right to Kaidan.

Just as Kaidan grabs his hand, the flash of a geth headlight silhouettes Shepard’s body in an eerie glow. Another geth unit – or the same one – seizes its opportunity and grabs hold of Shepard’s leg. Metal fingers clamp down hard on the armor plating and squeeze. A red flag pings in Kaidan’s medical HUD as Shepard cries out in pain. Suit breach – decompression imminent.

Copper burns the back of Kaidan’s throat. The geth’s momentum yanks Shepard hard to the left, nearly wrenching him out of Kaidan’s grasp. The actuators in his gauntlets whir as he puts every spare ounce of suit power he has into not letting go. Shepard flails, trying to shake the geth loose, but it just digs its fingers deeper into the fractured armor plating.

Shepard’s faceplate fogs, his heart rate shooting into the stratosphere.

“Shepard,” Kaidan cries, fighting with everything he has to hold onto that hand. “Need you to hold…still.”

But Shepard doesn’t even hear him, fighting like a wounded animal to shake loose of the geth.

“Shepard.”

This time Shepard looks up at him, eyes wide and white under the thin layer of condensation clinging to the inside of his faceplate.

“I’ve got you. Trust me.”

One heartbeat. Two. Three.

Shepard resistance goes slack, leaving him strung helplessly between Kaidan and the geth unit.  

Without the eezo-generated gravity, the gravity well feels oily and slippery, but Kaidan digs deep into it. His corona shines as he densifies a field in the palm of his open hand, and sucks in a breath.  

Don’t. Move.  

He slams the field home into the geth’s carapace, missing Shepard by millimeters. For a terrible moment the force of the blow almost tears Shepard from his grasp, but the geth bleats and lets go, spinning head over feet. Kaidan gasps and reels Shepard in, wrapping his other arm around Shepard’s waist. Tali does the rest, yanking them both inside and sealing the airlock.

“Legion, go, go, we’re secure! Go!”   

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𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 | geto suguru chapter 4

⊱𖤓⊰ | In which you, a thief, meet the lost prince of the kingdom.

── ★ ˙ ̟ . ⚜️ .ᐟ.ᐟ masterlist

⊰–prev next–⊱

𝟎𝟒 | 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

chapter word count: 3k

content warnings: normal warnings for the tangled movie lol

a/n: ONE CHAPTER LEFT!!!!!! Kingdom dance scene and the lantern scene changed my brain chemistry when I saw them for the first time. Eugene Fitzherbert you'll always be famous to me 

Thank you for reading!

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 up by the snort of an animal. But not just any animal, because when has life given you a rest? When you crack open one of your eyes, you notice none other than the horse with the gold colored eyes, standing menacingly above you, still wet from the flood.

Ugh. It's too early for this.

"I hope you are here to apologize for yesterday," you mumble, still half asleep and you close your eye and move to a more comfortable position.

Apparently he is not, because you're suddenly being dragged away by the boot, and you claw at the ground, looking for vines, roots, plants—anything to grab so you aren't pulled away.

"Hey—hey! Stop that!" you yell at the horse. "Let me go! I don't even have the circlet anymore!"

The horse does not relent, only stopping when your body straightens up into the air. Suguru takes your hands, pulling you towards him to fight off the horse. "Release her!" he says, pausing between each strain.

Finally, your boot comes off, leaving you with one foot in a boot and one in only a sock. You scramble to stand, taking refuge behind Suguru's bigger figure as he tries to calm the beast. You pray his princess nickname is somewhat accurate, because you don't see any other solution to calming the creature.

"Whoa!" he says, arms up. "Hey—hey, calm down—"

You take a step back when the horse gets too agitated, letting Suguru handle the situation.

"Easy there," he continues, somehow succeeding. "Easy boy. Now, sit."

The horse looks at him with contempt and you almost want to scoff. Pigs would fly before that animal would ever—

"Good boy!" Suguru says when the horse sits and drops your boot at his order. "Why was Y/n so mad at you? You're not appreciated enough, are you?"

You watch in disbelief as Suguru pets the horse without a care in the world, and what is even weirder, the horse lets him. This crazy guy just blabbers on about him being such a good horse and whatnot, leaving you speechless.

"I can assure you," you say, "he is nothing but a menace."

"How can you say that?" Suguru asks, turning to you whilst still petting him. "He's just a big sweetheart, isn't that right—Koryu?"

"This has got to be a joke," you say, tensing up when the horse—Koryu stomps his leg.

"What, can't get along with a horse, Starlight?" he says with a teasing glint in his eyes. You want to retort like you always do, but something in the way he says your nickname makes you pause.

"Hey, this is like, a super important day for me," Suguru says, addressing the horse. He pulls you up, bringing you face to face with Koryu. "If you could pause your manhunt for twenty four horses I would be very grateful. After that it's fair game, of course."

Man, this guy sucks. Why do you even like him?

"Also it's my birthday," the guy adds when Koryu seems unconvinced. Seems because, well, heis a horse. A horse that strikes you right between the ribs the moment Suguru turns away.

Suguru makes you both shake on it at the end, and you follow the sound of the village's bells ringing in the distance, leading your group of four to the bridge connecting Corona and the Mainland.

You walk five paces behind Suguru, having given up catching up to him, his glee at the village something you can't match. Your mood is soured even further when you catch a glimpse of one of your posters on the side of the bridge, so you quickly rip it off the wall and crumble it into a ball.

Koryu neighs in protests to which you stuff the paper up his snout, laughing until he decides to spit it in your face. You retaliate with a shove, small actions turning into a borderline fight. Suguru's lizard stares you down from the top of his head, and you grumble, separating yourself from the horse.

In the entrance of the village, however, Suguru seems to have a bit of a problem with his hair, the length of it causing people to step on it, ducks to stomp on it, dirtying it and bothering the man. You jog to catch up to him, momentarily forgetting your gripe with the kingdom, and you help him pick up his hair, both of you carrying large chunks of it in your arms.

Your eyes scan the plaza, looking for anything that might help. Then, sitting at the border of the fountain, you see the solution presented to you in the image of two little girls, one twin braiding half of the other's hair, while that girl braids what's left.

You whistle at them to get their attention, nodding towards Suguru when they look your way. You chuckle at the way their eyes light up when they see the amount of hair in your arms, immediately running up to Suguru, who watches them nervously.

You put a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to kneel on the side of the plaza so the girls can reach his scalp. You pat him twice for good measure, walking off to get flowers or something for his hair. You were going to turn him into a real life princess—the price to pay for making you call a truce with that stupid horse.

You bring back the flowers and let the girls loose with them, ducking behind a wall when a patrol approaches. Thankfully, they don't notice you, nor does Koryu alert them of your presence.

"Thank you!" you hear Suguru say, and so you turn to look at him from where you are hunched.

The teasing remark you had prepared ages ago dies on the tip of your tongue, taking with it the remnants of the air in your lungs. Suguru twirls at the girls' request, his new braid almost reaching the floor, absolutely covered in wildflowers of various colors. You stare at him with a dumb smile on your face, forever grateful he never looks at you directly. Koryu does though, and you shove him away when his snout somehow manages to form a teasing grin.

You walk from shop to shop, stopping to buy a banner with the royal crest from a kid, giving it to Suguru after a little bit of bickering. He uses it as a guide to help some kids paint a mural on the floor of a different plaza, staining his hands with the dark purple and yellow of the crest.

You lose track of Koryu in one of your multiple escapades when you buy Suguru a cupcake, barely avoiding the patrol that passes by the bakery. When you finish your pastry, he pulls you into a bookshop and you both stay there for a while, browsing books and maps and poems.

Later, you stand in line with Suguru after walking through the market, going from here to there at his signal. You haven't eaten anything today though, so you patiently wait for your turn, not even looking when you see Suguru disappear from the corner of your eye. He probably just saw something new to him, and he definitely doesn't need you for protection. So you wait and pay when the merchant hands you a loaf of bread and cheese, turning around to search for the black haired man.

You find him immediately, dancing in the middle of the square with people it seems he pulled in, moving his body to the rhythm of a band at the edge of the group of people. You watch as he dances with one of the girls who braided his hair, the brunette one, offering his other hand to the blonde one when she approaches him.

He leads the villagers into a circle, more and more joining the fray. He turns to you with a smile, gesturing for you to come and dance, but you decline with a swipe of your hand, not really wanting to. Koryu, however, has a different plan, because he pushes you in, causing you to lose track of your food.

You don't have time to lament the loss of your lunch as you are swept away before you can reach Suguru. It happens time and time again, both of you getting close only to be pulled away by different dancing partners each time. It's fun though, and you don't think you've ever felt this happy in the kingdom.

The music swells, with the violinist carrying the main tune, and you dance and laugh and sway as the tempo rises, changing partners with each breath you take. You look for Suguru in the crowd as you dance with another, when your partner sends you twirling away.

You bump into Suguru just as the music flourishes and ends, your hand on his shoulder, his on the small of your back, both your other hands clasped together. You stare at each other as you pant slightly, breath spent on the dance.

You look at him—I mean, really lookat him. At how the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles slightly, how he has slight dimples in his cheeks. How his skin is ever more tan now, with some freckles giving life to his pale face. How his eyes shine, deep purple and yet so bright, how he looks at you tenderly, an expression that is sure to be reflected on your face.

"To the boats!" a villager yells, breaking you out of your moment. Both your faces heat up as you take a step back, putting a small sliver of space between your previously pressed together bodies. You've only just separated, and still you long for him again. You don't even wantto snap out of it, but you must if you want to make it to the boats in time.

"Where are you taking me?" Suguru asks when you retrieve his hand to guide him to the boats. No other purpose or ulterior motives here, no sir. You just don't want him to get lost, is all.

"It's a surprise!" you say, grinning as Koryu follows.

The dock is just a few paces away, and there stands the boat you had borrowed from an old lady, who was all too happy to lend it to you after you told her it was your friend's first time seeing the lanterns. She wiggled her eyebrows and said something about young love, but you didn't have to pay a cent, so you didn't question it.

You help Suguru step into the boat, taking the paddle when you sit behind him. The currents take you away into the middle of the water, but not before you throw a bag of apples to Koryu, who stands on the dock. He looks at them suspiciously, making you chuckle.

"They were legally sourced, I swear," you defend, smiling when he starts to eat them. "Well, most of them."

You don't turn around to see his reaction but you are sure it's something out of a comedic book, so you instead busy yourself with letting Suguru's lizard climb the end of the boat. You row until you are a sizable distance away from the coast, the sun long gone, giving way to the stars. But the light they emit is nothing compared to the spectacle you're about to witness.

"What are you thinking about?" you ask Suguru after you notice the worried look in his eyes.

"I'm... scared, I think," he answers, looking at you.

You tilt your head questioningly to the side with a smile. "About what? I thought this was your lifelong dream."

"It is," he says. "That's what scares me. What if it is not everything I dreamed it to be?"

"It will be," you assure him, looking up at the stars. The lanterns should appear any second now, illuminating the sky like nothing else.

"Well, then what if it is? What am I supposed to dream of now?"

"I don't know," you say, meeting his eyes. "Something new."

You go back to silence, wordlessly contemplating the night sky. You remember you have some leftover flowers in your pockets, so you bring them out and offer them to Suguru. They're a little crumpled from being inside your pocket for so long, but he still accepts them with a smile. One by one, Suguru drops them into the water, until his eyes widen at the appearance of the first light.

The king and the queen's lantern is always the first to appear, floating into the night from the balcony of their castle. The rest follow their cue, and you watch enraptured as hundreds burst to life, when Suguru scrambles for the bow of the boat, prompting you to grab the side of it so you don't topple over.

From the hull of the boat you see Suguru lean against the stem, his dark hair swaying as he cranes his head upwards. You wonder how he feels, now that he has fulfilled his lifelong dream of seeing the lights. You wonder if you've done enough to give him a memorable experience.

You sit up, uncovering one more surprise from your bag. Well, two more surprises, given there are two lanterns stashed away there. You prop them up, lighting the inside with some matches the grandma gave you. The lanterns are ready by the time Suguru turns to you, and you relish in the way his eyes go bigger with amazement.

He smiles, moving to sit down in front of you, giddily taking in the lanterns sat atop of your hands. You extend your right one towards him in offering, when he gasps and turns to his side, revealing a very familiar looking satchel.

"I'm not one to break promises," he says when you watch him incredulously. To be honest, you had completely forgotten about the satchel and the events that led you to be here, content with simply living in this moment.

"I probably should've returned before, but truth is, I was kinda scared to," he continues. "But I'm not anymore. You know what I mean?"

Your eyes dart from him to the satchel, then to him once again. You don't think anything has been this clear before, not when you extend your hand and gently push the satchel down, not once breaking eye contact with Suguru. "I think I'm beginning to," you say.

The corner of his eyes crinkle as he takes the lantern you offer him, and you both release them into the night in sync. You watch as they twirl with one another, blending into the thousands that are already up in the air. And yet, they never seem to drift apart, staying together even when a slight breeze runs through them.

You don't know if it's just you, but everything seems more vibrant now, more alive. The days that went by in that orphanage were drab and grey, and the ones as a thief were slippery and unreliable. But now? Now you are starting to see the way things truly are. And it all started because of him.

Suguru leans on the side of the boat, his body directed towards the lanterns, as if the closer he gets to them, the more beautiful they'll look. It's endearing how he adjusts his weight so as to not fall, how he pushes stray strands of hair behind his ear.

How he points at a lantern that approaches, glancing at you and then back at it. The lantern with the royal crest floats towards you, getting close enough for Suguru to give it a push upwards. When he sits back down, a surge of courage washes over you, and you take his hand in yours.

Suguru reciprocates, taking your other hand too, bringing you closer. Next to his eyes, his strand of ink-black hair sets itself loose, no longer tucked away into his flower-covered braid. To take the opportunity to slip it behind his ear, ghosting your fingers against his jawline.

He leans closer, and you lean closer, and everything is magical and wonderful and golden. His eyes slip shut, and yours are about to too, when a green lantern on the coast catches your eye. It is not the green lantern that makes you pull away, but rather those holding it: Jogo and Mahito.

"Is everything okay?" Suguru asks when you stay frozen, the boat swaying when the currents take it closer and closer to the coast.

"Yeah, just..." you start, addled. "Just need to take care of something."

"Oh," Suguru says.

"I'm sorry," you say when the boat docks, grabbing your satchel from his side and slipping onto the ground. "I'll be right back, I promise."

Suguru nods, just in time for you to walk away.

It takes no time for you to arrive where the Curses are, standing tall in all of their deformed glory. Jogo without an eye, Mahito covered in stitches. The gravel crunches under your feet as you greet them with a smile.

"Jogo, Mahito, long time no see!" you say. "I didmean to get in touch with you, but then there was this whole thing about—well, I won't bore you with it."

"Anyway," you say, throwing the satchel to their feet. "Sorry for stealing your target, but I'm sure we can all put this in the past like the mature adults we are."

"Mature adults?" Jogo sneers. "What about your little friend who almost decapitated me?"

"A misunderstanding, I'm sure," you say, itching to get back to the boat. "Well, I'm off. I'd say it's been a pleasure, but I'm trying to ditch the habit of lying."

"Not so fast," Mahito says, intercepting you. "Word is you've found something far more valuable."

"Valuable? Well, unless you are a big fan of matches—"

"We are talking about the guy," Jogo interrupts, signaling Mahito to do something. "We want him." You don't get to find out what it is Mahito does though, because you get knocked out at the next second. Wait, that was probably it.

[theinternetarchivist]

COSMIC SIBLINGS AU

OKAY SO this is a design I have for like a dark kingdom AU

So basically, in this universe, Edmund sends away nearly everyone in the dark kingdom, including his own son, the only ones who remain are the brotherhood who remain to protect the moonstone.

However, Quirin has a son, and he refuses to give the young Varian up. Although it was a risky protest on Quirin's part, King Edmund accepts this, and the decision to raise Varian as a sort of Prince of the dark kingdom is made. 

Since Varian was born there had always been a blue stripe of hair on his head, likely due to the moon stone explosion that Quirin was exposed to before he was born. However, he had always had a strange connection to the moonstone, and the moonstone always had a connection to him. This was troublesome, but the brotherhood realized that Varian might be the key to ending the moonstone's destruction, which is why he is to become the moonstone's host.

Unfortunately, being such a young boy, it's sort of out of control, only growing worst on a sudden day when he's fourteen and feels a surge of power that draws him southward bound. This leads to a massive argument between the brotherhood, Adira thinks it's a good idea to follow these rocks, believing in the magical sundrop that is the counterpart to the moonstone, Hector is vehemently against this and thinks of her as crazy, he's determined to keep Varian, and the moonstone, in the dark kingdom. Quirin is more worried about his son than anything, and also agrees with Hector that it would be in Varian's best interest to keep him in the dark kingdom, and keep whatever had caused this surge out. King Edmund is also on Quirin's and Hector's side, leaving Adira alone 1 v 3... well... kind of.

Varian's opinion is of course not at all taken into consideration, he's just a kid afterall, and the adults know better... supposedly. That's why in the middle of the night, he decides to take charge of his own destiny and follow where the rocks take him. It's the first time he's taken a journey alone, and he has quite a lot to learn before he can reach Corona, and he also comes to learn about the magic sundrop's host, someone like him. He's not sure what will happen when the sundrop and moonstone meet, but he's determined to find out with the power of the moondrop, and his alchemical abilities.

There's more that I still need to develop but this is the general ideaaa

[sossegato]

"This is the same as always, "the black enslaved and the woman in the kitchen". But it is my opinion and you must respect it. I don't understand all this world war against Hitler, he simply had his opinions on jews. Anyway, so goes the world."

"So many scientists in the world manufacturing bombs, so many smart people building objects for space, so many medication factories and there's no one who can deal with the chinese shit. Ultimately a whole circus show for a new variant of the flu, bird or corona."

“More and more the #Oscars are looking like a ceremony for independent and protest films, I didn’t know if I was watching an Afro-Korean festival, a Black Lives Matter demonstration or the 8M. Apart from that, an ugly, ugly gala.”

“Let me get this straight, a guy tries to pass off a counterfeit bill after consuming methamphetamine, an idiot policeman arrives and goes too far in arresting him, killing him, ruining the lives of his family and his colleagues, and turning the guy with the bill into a martyr hero,” [referring to George Floyd]

“I truly believe that very few people ever cared about George Floyd, a drug addict and a hustler, but his death has served to highlight once again that there are those who still consider black people to be monkeys without rights and those who consider the police to be murderers. All wrong.”

And of course, comparing criticism of Emilia Pérez to the Holocaust:

[janeyseymour]

La Cosa Nostra- pt 9

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

Cowritten with @schemmentis

Summary: You go visit someone... without Melissa.

WC: ~2.25k

Monday morning rolls around, and when you feel two little hands on your face once again (is that really the only way your girls know how to wake someone up?), you groan out. Your head is pounding, your back aches from falling asleep on the couch, and your wife is half on top of you, her chin digging into your neck.

“Mam!” Cat whisper shouts into your ear. Oh, so they do know another way to wake someone up. “Mam!”

“Wake Mommy,” you grumble as you keep your eyes closed.

“But I want you!” your little girl pouts. 

“I want Mommy though,” Rosie whispers as she gently shakes your wife’s shoulder. Why does Melissa get the gentle twin this morning?

Melissa peels her eyes open and smiles softly at your younger twin. “Hey, baby girl. Mommy’s awake. Why don’t you two go start picking out your outfits for school while Mam and I get up?”

The two scurry off with giggles, thrilled to be in charge of their own outfits on this Monday morning. Your wife maneuvers her way off of you before kissing you gently. You kiss her back before groaning.

“I’ll grab the Advil,” she tells you on her way to the kitchen. You stretch once she’s out of the room, heave yourself off of the couch, and follow in her direction. She’s already pulling ingredients out of the refrigerator to make breakfast, and you snake your arms around her waist sleepily.

“I’ll get the girls to school,” you tell her softly. “You just worry about your restaurant today.”

“I can help,” she protests.

“You haven’t been at Twelve Tables for a few days now,” you tell her. “I apparently don’t have a business anymore, so at least let me feel like I’m useful and contributing to the family by taking care of the twins.”

Melissa turns in your arms, and she gives you a sad look. “You are useful, and you do contribute to-” She halts her sentence when she sees what Rosie comes into the kitchen wearing. “Little miss, you cannot wear that to school.” 

You release your wife and turn to see your little girl wearing one of your tee shirts, specifically the tee shirt of yours that says ‘Corona’ on it. You have to bite back a chuckle.

“But I wanna be like Mam!” Rosie stomps her barefoot against the tile.

Then Cat comes out, and she’s wearing one of Melissa’s shirts. That one has the letters ‘MILF’ printed on it- a gag gift you got for your wife when the girls were born.

The redhead smacks her forehead. “Good lord.”

At that one, you fully let out a belly laugh. “Is it dress like Moms day?” you ask.

Both girls nod with urgency.

“If you want to be useful, find them better shirts of ours to wear to school today,” your wife instructs as she runs a hand over her face.

By some grace of God, you convince them to change into more school appropriate shirts of yours and Melissa’s, and by the time you’re ushering them to the door, your wife is just slipping on her shoes. 

“You look beautiful,” you whisper as you kiss her gently.

“Such a charmer,” she rolls her eyes, but she does kiss you back.

“Moms! Stop kissing!” Rosie groans as she grabs her backpack. “That’s cooties!”

“Cooties.” You repeat, leaning down to kiss your youngest twin’s cheeks. “Now you have cooties, lovey.”

You laugh as she dramatically wipes her cheeks with both little hands as you usher the girls out the door.

You see the girls safely to school, lingering just a little longer than you normally would in saying goodbye to them. You loiter for a minute in the hallway, looking through the classroom doorway at them greeting their little friends and instantly jumping into some game only kids can properly understand. You smile, relieved at least that your girls’ lives are peaceful and exactly like childhood should be- with no idea of what’s going on. You hope they never know. When they get older, they’ll surely gain some idea of the life you lead; your wife, too. They’re already too smart for their own good. It will only get worse as they age. You blame Melissa in your mind for having such brains.

You force yourself to get back to her at the thought as she waits in the car, before she can worry you’re taking too long. The plus side of owning a business; you’re technically never late. Except you know Melissa will feel like she’s late anyway. You hold her hand the whole drive to Twelve Tables.

“Pick me up before you get the girls from school?” She asks as she unbuckles her seatbelt.

“You sure that’s enough time for everything you want to get done?”

She smiles at you as she leans across the console. “Considerin’ you called in backup and Val was directing everythin’, I think it’ll be fine. Trust the people that are there for you, huh?” She murmurs before kissing you goodbye. “You taught me that one.” She winks before she climbs out of the car and disappears into the back entrance of the restaurant.

You sigh as you sit in the car, idling at the back of Twelve Tables. You have no idea what to do with yourself. You’re used to running around at the salon; taking care of clients. If you aren’t taking care of clients, then you’re making sure those that work for you are and everything is running smoothly. The occasional visit from someone in the family is handled in your back office.

Now, you have hours to kill with nothing to worry about. Except, actually… you have everything to worry about. They’ve put Tony in charge. You still own the salon, on paper, but for them to make this kind of move; it’s bad. They don’t trust you- at least not as much as they used to. They didn’t even put you in charge like this when Bobby was on his way out.

You put the car in drive, pulling out of Melissa’s restaurant’s lot. You turn right, directing the car towards the outskirts of town; and out of it. You have hours to kill. You may as well make the most of it.

You drive the backroads- open fields and farmhouses. Little neighborhoods or small towns you pass through have nothing more than one stop light. If that. Most of the time you just have a stop sign at a four way stop. Your wife might be upset later that you didn’t bring her with you. Or maybe she’ll understand. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen Mickey; just you. It’s always a family affair to visit him. At least you and Melissa. 

You hope seeing him will set something at ease- like he’ll remind you this isn’t you getting picked over or played. He’ll tell you that it’s just temporary. Mickey, after all, is paying the big price for the family. Time on the inside- his freedom in exchange for everything the family stands for. Maybe he can remind you why you chose this life. Why do you keep choosing it now? The only answer you have is to keep those you love safe. 

There is only one real way out of the life. You might be okay if it affected only you. But you know it doesn’t. You push the image of Melissa and the girls in the church you attend on Sundays with Barb from your mind as you pull into the visitor’s parking lot of the penitentiary. Except they’re in all black, with a funeral procession with your casket down the aisle. You can envision the way that Melissa’s makeup runs down her face and her eyes are bloodshot as she clings to the girls like it’s the only thing that’s keeping her tied to this world. That’s the only way out. You don’t want your wife and girls to ever have to go through that, but it might just be what fate has in store for you. Still, while you have whatever time you do left on this earth, you’ll fight for them. That’s why you keep choosing this life, even though every day makes you question the worth of it more and more.

Mickey grabs you up in a bear hug when you walk into the visitation room. “Hey, Y/N! I wasn't expectin’ a visit for awhile yet. How ya doin'?”

Reluctantly, you fill Mickey in on the recent events. He doesn't interrupt you or interject with his own thoughts. He just listens, elbows set on the table that separates the two of you while you speak in a hushed tone.

When you finish telling him how Uncle Dom has taken you off the salon, and put Tony in, Mickey laughs. “Tony? Tony aint gonna turn a profit in that place. ‘Specially not without the side gig. But even with it…” Mickey shakes his head. “That's rough. I'm sorry, Y/N. I know how much that place means to ya.”

“It don’t even matter that much to me anymore,” you sigh. “But it’s a big source of income for us to spoil Cat and Rosie, and… I don’t know, Mick.”

You look across the table at Mickey. He's older than when you last saw him. He looks it, like the past four and a half years have aged him at least ten. He'd been in his early twenties when he was convicted. You never noticed in all your other visits to him how much he was changing, being too busy with focusing on keeping your twins near you and your wife or quiet to not interrupt other visits. Or on the occasions it was just you and Mel; too busy listening and occasionally refereeing the silly squabbles he and your wife would get into. 

Mickey has gained a fair bit of muscle. He wasn't scrawny when he went in, but he wasn't buff like he is now. He's letting the stubble on his face try to turn into a beard. His eyes, the same color as your wife's, look weary- about as weary as you feel.

“You regret it?” You ask softly. “Paying this price? Bein’ in here?”

Mickey looks back at you. He’s quiet for a long moment as he truly considers what you're asking. The look on his face says it isn't the first time he's thought about it. 

Finally, he shakes his head. “No. I don't. If it weren't me, it'd be somebody else, y'know? There's always another body, huh? Another Tony to put in a spot in place of somebody.” He smiles wryly at you. “I'd rather it be me.”

“But why?” You can't help but ask. “Why you? You could be at home for Sunday dinners, seeing the twins whenever. So much other shit.”

“Hey, don't get me wrong, I miss all that. I miss Ma's cooking. I miss pissing my sisters off almost more than I think I miss Ma’s cookin’. I think about the girls all the time- all the birthdays and special stuff I missed. But…” Mickey presses an index finger to the table. “Because I'm here, I know youse are all safe out there. Maybe not from everythin’ in this shit world, but from this. I'd take the fall a hundred more times if it meant keeping you, my sisters, my nieces, Ma, and everybody else out and happy.”

“I almost turned myself over. For the salon.” You whisper. This was the first you've said it out loud other than when broaching the topic with Sammy. Melissa doesn't even know.

Instead of surprise or shock; Mickey nods with a knowing look. “Yeah. You would thinka that.” He smiles, lightly tapping your hand. “Thats why I'm the second Schemmenti you'd marry, huh? We think alike. That and you’d probably strangle Kristen Marie if ya married her.”

In spite of yourself and how you feel, you laugh. “Nah. Mel would strangle me first if I even thought about gettin’ with Kristen Marie, even if we were divorced.”

“Look,” Mickey says, straightening suddenly. You're doin’ what ya can. You’re there for the twins, you have Melissa through all of this, and I’m sure she’s well aware of that. That's what counts. Sometimes this family shit….it's fucked up. But that's when you gotta remember who you really do it for. I aint in here for Uncle Dom or anybody else. I'm in here for my family. If it makes the rest of ‘em happy; that's just collateral.”

“You're readin’ too many books in here. You didn't use to be this smart.”

“I don’t got much else to do,” Mickey shrugs. “I could join a prison gang and make toilet wine, or I could try to better myself so that when I do get out, I don’t end up back in this shithole.”

“No gangs, Mickey.” You say quickly as you get up to hug him. “I don't need to keep Mel from breaking in here just to kick your ass for stupid decisions.”

“Ah, you're right. She's gotta keep you from those on the outside.” He teases with a smile before he hugs you just as tightly when you arrived.

You're almost out of the visitor's room when you hear Mickey again.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You turn to see him with one of the corrections officers right behind him, ready to walk him back. 

“Take care of yourself, huh, kid? My sister needs you. Don't let her down.”

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[fluff-a-nutter]

More squeaky selkie?

Real footage of varian and the reader without her pelt:

I gotchu fam <3

“Don’t look at me with those big, ol’ eyes, y/n. It’s time to go home.”

Varian said, growing increasingly exasperated with you.

He had thought as fun day at the beach would be a perfect official first date and it was….. until a certain selkie decided she did not want to leave the water.

Yes, he understood that it was basically your second home and, okay, you did look pretty damn cute, flipping around in your seal form, but it wasn’t like you could stay forever.

You chirped in protest, yipping at him to come closer.

With a sigh mixed with both exasperation and adoration Varian approached, crouching to your level.

“Are you ready to take off your pelt so we can go home, sweetheart?”

With a playful little growl you grabbed him in your flippers and dunked him underwater, shedding your pelt, and promptly making a run for it onto the warm sandy beach, giggling all the while.

Varian reappeared, your pelt in hand and spluttering on salty water and playful outrage.

“Oho, that’s it missy! You’re gonna get it now!”

He wasted no time in chasing you down, hot on your heels.

With a squeal, you felt his strong, sun warmed arms grab you from behind and you wriggled, unable to escape.

“Variiiii!! Let me go!” You pleaded, giving him your best seal pup eyes.

“No way, missy. You’re going to pay for that little stunt you just pulled!” Varian promptly began skittering his fingers across your sides, tummy, and belly button while simultaneously blowing raspberries and kisses against your neck.

You howled with laughter, sounding not unlike a seal barking, even now.

You had always been a bit self conscious about your laugh, but Varian always insisted that it was adorable.

“Aww, there’s my squeaky lil selkie!” Varian cooed, planting a trail of tickling kisses up your neck and to your cheek where he blew a giant raspberry, eliciting one of those adorable little squeaks.

“Varian, stahahahahaap! Not the tummy!”

Hearing your plea, Varian doubled down, his focus entirely on your soft, squishy, incredibly ticklish tummy.

“Hmm, I dunno, darling. Maybe if you apologize for dunking me underwater I’ll consider mercy.”

“You’re so mean!- Aaaaah! Wait, I’m sorry! Not the belly button! Anywhere but there! I’m sorry for dunking you, just stahahahap! Pleaheheheeease!”

Varian chuckles as he stops tickling your sensitive belly button and tummy before he kisses your cheek.

“Apology accepted, but don’t do it again, or else.” He punctuated the threat with a poke to your exposed belly button, causing you to squeak and hop back.

Laughing, Varian took your hand and kissed the back of it.

“I will never get tired of hearing you squeak. Now, let’s go home. Perhaps we can stop at the sweet shoppe for an ice cream.”

You smiled.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll race you!”

You took off like a shot, the sound of Varian’s laughter mingling with yours as the two of you raced down the streets of Corona.

[planetary-gus]

Late Nights and Long Talks

Full version on Ao3: here

Fandom: Varian and the 7 Kingdoms

Prompt: Insomnia

Varian just couldn't sleep sometimes. He'd been this way since he was a kid.

His dad had often stayed up late trying to get him to sleep despite his numerous protests that he "just couldn't sleep"

Luckily, he gave up by the time Varian was 8, but Varian continued averaging only 4-5 hours of sleep per night.

In the beginning, when he was little, it frustrated his toddler brain. He was supposed to sleep at night. Why couldn't he sleep?

However, by the time he was 5, he just accepted that this was his life.

Night became the time that he would think of his best ideas, and he could concentrate without people bothering him.

By the time he was 14, he'd been used to this for well over 10 years.

He spent most of his time trying to break the amber, unfortunately to no avail, and the little sleep he did get in that time was plagued by nightmares of the amber consuming not only his father, but Ruddiger, and all of Old Corona, and eventually it came for him. Sometimes it was of the black rocks. But it was primarily the amber.

Once he got arrested, he really started to hate his insomnia.

He couldn't sleep through the night, so he had no other option but to sit in his cold, dark cell, and just like it had been for the past few months, any sleep he got was plagued with nightmares of the amber. And of the rocks. And of that night of the battle in Old Corona. And if he dared to cry over these nightmares the guards would reprimand him and, in the words of the captain "give him a real reason to cry"

By 16, once his father had been freed from the amber and he'd gotten out of the amber, it started to get better for him. He still had nightmares of the amber, and now of the prison, but they weren't as bad as they were before now that he was home.

But then he got kidnapped, and everything with Zhan Tiri happened.

And the kidnapping joined his little club of nightmares by the time he was 17.

Now he's 18.

Laying on the ground, in his tent.

It's around 1 in the morning according to the small clock he made.

And he can't sleep.

He's gone to Hugo after nightmares or on occasions like this where he just can't get to sleep before.

Hugo seems to have the same issues regarding sleep as he does.

So, he does the logical thing, and he gets up, puts his shoes and gloves on, and makes his way to the engineer's tent.

[annisefreya]

It is finished.

Ian and Mickey have lived on the Ninth their whole lives, the only remaining children of a dying House. When the Emperor calls for necromancers to travel to the First House and attempt to ascend to the status of Lyctor, Mickey answers the call. But he needs a cavalier, and that means he needs Ian. Ian finally has the chance he's always wanted to leave the Ninth behind, and all he needs to do is pretend obedience to his childhood enemy.

---

This was a really stupid labour of love. I know it's niche and it's going to appeal to only a few people, but I hope those few people find it and enjoy it.

For those few people, I have included some additional headcanon under the cut about how I'd cast the rest of the book of I was going to write it (which I absolutely the fuck am not).

Warning that this contains some spoilers for Gideon the Ninth, based on casting decisions... And a few for Harrow the Ninth (one will just tell you someone survives the first book... I've then called out some more significant spoilers at the end).

So when I started this I didn't think much beyond Ian is playing Gideon, Mickey is playing Harrow... But then I realized I needed more characters and it was also just fun to figure out how the rest of Shameless would fit in.

The Fourth House teens came to me before I even cast Palamedes and Camilla... Obviously it's Carl and Debbie. I don't know which is the necromancer and which the cavalier... I could go either way, depending on whether I valued accuracy or comedy value more... I think I lean towards Debbie-necro/Carl-cav because I don't really see Debbie obsessing over Ian's biceps.

I initially had Kev and Vee as the Fifth, on account of them being the kind grown ups. But then I was thinking about the Third, and the only Shameless character who comes even CLOSE to Ianthe's vibe is Svetlana. So... Yeah. That also would create the most plausible dynamic for Harrow the Ninth (or rather Mickey the Ninth). So then I put Kev and Vee into the Third as their thrupple... And it kind of works but mostly doesn't... But I went with it anyway. So when Ian refers to punching the Third cav, that means Kev. Because I couldn't imagine him punching Vee, even off-screen. Obviously this does mean the crushing on Corona thing does not work at all... But I didn't write it and I'm not going to do it doesn't matter (I'm not!! I know it sounds like I'm protesting too much but I'm really not).

So then obviously Fiona had to be the Fifth... And I considered Sean as her cav, but ultimately it came back to JimmySteve, because I think he had a better relationship with the kids, especially my aforementioned shitty Fourth teens Carl and Debbie.

For the Sixth, Palamedes was always going to be Lip... Both for smarts and for his friendship with Ian, and somewhat antagonistic relationship with Mickey. I went back and forth on Camilla... But ultimately friendship with Ian meant it had to be Mandy, because Ian didn't like Karen much and never really interacted with Amanda, who was my other option for matched smarts... I hadn't met Tami when I started this, but I don't think my opinion has changed. I don't think Tami could really get the Sixth's vibes, and this is a youngish Lip. Plus who doesn't want to see Mandy with a sword?!

Seventh I kind of went with what I'd done for I Want The Gun Back, Harrow... So Kash and Linda. But honestly i kind of hate it, both because it's kind of spoilers for anyone who knows shameless and because it wouldn't work on any level for the Harrow the Ninth... Ahem... Version of events. But I'm never writing that, so there we go.

I couldn't decide on who to cast as the Eighth for ages, but eventually I decided that Sammi and Chuckie would work best... Slightly parasitic familial relationship? Check. Antagonism with Ian and Mickey? Check. Smart but superior and arrogant with it? Well, kinda. But I put the scene where the Eighth gives Gideon tea side by side with the scene where Sammi bandages Ian's burn and I couldn't think of a better fit.

I still haven't been able to think of a good fit for the second, short of just jamming random characters in. I figure Caleb has the most Judith "normal person reacts normally and calls the authorities" vibes. But I didn't like that, and who would play Marta? Trevor?!

Kermit is Teacher and I will not be accepting questions at this time.

On the Ninth, I decided that Terry couldn't be Priamhark, because there is no version of Ian and Mickey that aren't on each other in seconds if Terry wasn't around. So Terry is Crux. And homophobia doesn't exist in TLT, so his grounds for keeping them apart stem more from a visceral dislike of Ian and the fact that he's an indentured servant not good enough for the Ninth (and a little bit the anti-necro/cav relationship stuff that stands in for homophobia in the books)... I think Crux is actually probably less unpleasant than Terry, but the end of Nona would still work.

Aiglemene was a problem for me, because the only obvious person I could think of was Sheila... I am still not happy with this because Sheila is too nice for Aiglemene. The other thought was Peggy Gallagher, who was almost too mean. But would totally be able to teach Ian the blade. No actually, I think Grammy would be a good Aiglemene. I just decided that while writing it. There you go.

I didn't really cast anyone who appears in Harrow the Ninth... I sort of go back and forth, but I did have thoughts about Jod and Wake. (The next bit contains MASSIVE HTN spoilers so be warned).

So logically Clayton would be Jod, but he appears in one total episode and... No. Frank is Jod. Obviously. Which makes Monica Wake, which I think would be an interesting dynamic... I did consider gender swapping (Monica as Jod) but this doesn't work on many many levels... It still doesn't, because I have no idea who would be Alecto, particularly from Mickey's response to them... That doesn't really work for anyone. So it's a good job I'm Not Writing It.

In my head Mercymorn and Augustine are just... The original. They don't get replaced. They just have to deal with Mickey and Svetlana instead of Harrow and Ianthe. And both Mickey and Svet would instantly pick up Augustine's smoking habit even though Mickey would hate him with the passion of a thousand suns.

[darkmaga-returns]

An old Viennese friend once remarked that the Germans have a bad habit of embracing righteous moral causes and then doing terrible things in their pursuit of these causes.

“It’s the downside of German diligence and organization,” he points out. “Once the Germans decide they are going to do something—even it’s a stupid idea—they are likely to do it with dreadful thoroughness.”

We recently saw this with Germany’s diligent pursuit of “Green Energy,” thereby wrecking its manufacturing sector, which was, for decades, the envy of the world.

Then there was the German government’s fanatical pursuit of the most draconian pandemic policies, which the late pianist, Stefan Mickisch, correctly characterized as Corona Fascism, and which the American expat author, C.J. Hopkins, bravely protested.

Now comes the news that Germany’s new Chancellor—former BlackRock executive Friedrich Merz—wants to rearm Germany and supply Ukraine with long range Taurus cruise missiles, which would be a tacit German declaration of war against Russia. The last time Germany did that, it ended very badly for Germany.