#aurelia notes

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

For no reason other than I feel like it, here’s a little behind the scenes from My Sanctuary, You’re Holy to Me - this single screenshot of notes (plus a few other sentences typed and erased in google docs along the way) somehow turned into 21 chapters and 40k words of Sister Daniel shenanigans.

[marinewaltz]

beloved and honorary ace attorney-adjacent game characters also on their way to be sticker-fied hehe

[mistfallengw2]

Aurene & OCs Ask Game 💙

1. How does the Champion feel about Aurene? Do they consider her a daughter, a sister, a friend, a ward, a burden, just a dragon or something else?

2. What were the Champion's first thoughts and reaction when Aurene hatched? Did their opinion change over time?

3. Is there anything non-canon/unique about your Champion and Aurene? Powers, ways to communicate, transformations/brandings, etc

4. What are their thoughts on the prophecy surrounding Aurene? Do they feel like they had agency in it? Did they ever doubt it?

5. How did the Champion spend time with baby Aurene? Do they still spend time together once she's an adolescent/an Elder Dragon?

6. Did Aurene learn any quirk or habit from her Champion? Is her Champion aware of it? Did they try to correct her or was it intentional? Did they develop any habits during their time with her?

7. Other than her Champion and Caithe, is there anyone else bound to Aurene? What's special about their bond? What's their relationship with Aurene and the others like?

8. Are there others who are close to her? What's their relationship with her and her Champion? Does it impact canon?

9. Is there anyone Aurene dislikes? Why? Does she show it? Are they aware of it? What would have to happen for that to change?

10. How does your Champion feel about Aurene leaving? Do they believe they'll see her again?

("Champion" is meant as the one Aurene choses while she is still an egg, but they don't have to be the Commander and there can be more than one! List any co/alt/AU Champions in tags!)

[angelonhelios]

[tps vault hunter] saves angel au tierlist. thoughts

no one being put in S is so fucking funny to me. they all kind of Sucks just a little…

[i-mostly-shift-to-anime]

How to you shift ?

I decide where I’m going to shift to, then I listen to some subliminals, I reread my script and do my method which I’ve already made a post on. My method can be done as a sleeping or awake method, for me it just depends on my tiredness level

[the-fengverse]

BREAKING NEWS! Second Chance Initiative actually implemented?!?!

By: Wendy Seiran {OC}

Publication date: 1/2/3067*

(SCI logo above, as presented on official pamphlets given out during yesterday's ceremony)

Yesterday, a ceremony was held to 'commemorate' the Second Chance Initiative (SCI) being officially implemented by the Guild to help both Tamer’s and civilians alike with 'Aid Nexomon'. The program, (Founded by Luke and Oliver Windsor) was initially and rightfully rejected by Guildmaster Amelie. Despite public backlash, Grandmaster Deena -with help from a group called the Alliance- spearheaded a movement to accept the initiative.

Here's what Grandmaster Deena had to say during yesterday's ceremony:

"Despite what everyone thinks, the Second Chance Initiative, is a necessity -not just for the Guild, but for all of Aurelia! Every day, Tamers and civilians alike are forced to give up their badges or step down from their jobs. And because of what? Because they were simply born with a disability or acquired one in an accident? The person who's blind? They need a partner who will see for them. The person who's deaf? They need a partner who will hear for them. The person who's mute? They need a partner who will speak for them. The person who suffers from anxiety? They need a partner who will help calm them down when they're overwhelmed. The person with depression? They need a partner who will make them smile, even during their darkest moments. The person with severe PTSD? They need a companion who will help them through difficult flashbacks. No one -child or adult- should be forced to give up their life's work because of a disability that is completely out of their control! It's about giving people a partner who can be their eyes, their ears, their voice, their comfort... their lifeline! Hence why the Second Chance Initiative was made to provide support and opportunities for people who are struggling with disabilities, and to ensure that everyone is given a fair chance, regardless of their abilities," ~Grandmaster Deena, SCI Guild Rep

According to Elizabeth Windsor (Alliance founder, Guild scientist, founding member of SCI), SCI's mission is to and I quote, ''Provide a second chance for people to continue their lives and work regardless of their limitations.''

Now, I know what you’re all thinking: Why would the Guild ever approve such a soft, unrealistic initiative? After all, the Guild is meant to represent strength, determination, and resilience—qualities that define the best of us! And yet, here we are, celebrating a program that, quite frankly, undermines everything the Guild stands for. Let’s not forget why Guildmaster Amelie rejected this initiative in the first place.

"When I first rejected the SCI proposal, my reasoning was simple: practicality and responsibility. The Guild's mission is to protect Aurelia from threats like the Tyrants, Renegades, bandits, and wild Nexomon. This requires individuals who are fully capable of responding swiftly and effectively to crises. While I sympathize with those who face disabilities, emotions alone cannot dictate Guild policy. Our decisions must be rooted in logic, efficiency, and above all, the safety of our people! We cannot afford to compromise the resources that would otherwise go to strengthening the Guild and ensuring the protection of our city. Every time we divert funds to silly programs like this, we risk weakening the core of the Guild itself. And if we’re being honest, the consequences of that will be felt throughout all of Aurelia. I’ve always held the firm belief that individuals who represent the Guild, whether as Tamers or civilians, must be able to operate at their fullest potential. To rely on 'Aid Nexomon' is to support cripples who dare not challenge themselves to rise above their limitations. It enables dependence on outside assistance rather than fostering true growth and strength! While I do understand the... 'noble' intent behind the initiative, there is a fundamental flaw in its logic. The Guild was built on a foundation of personal strength and self-sufficiency. Introducing 'Aid Nexomon' will make people feel like they are being helped when it’s not true empowerment. The Initiative, to put it simply, is a crutch -and the Guild cannot have a crutch. I will not allow our fair and righteous Guild to be a place where we lower our standards for the sake of 'inclusivity'. You do not see Tyrants stopping their attacks because someone cannot see, or because someone is too anxious to face them. This world is cruel and unforgiving and a nightmare -and it demands people to meet that unforgiving nightmare head-on. What Grandmaster Deena and the Alliance fail to understand is that real strength comes from pushing through adversity, not relying on others or on Nexomon to compensate for our shortcomings. These cripples, despite their circumstances, need to learn to stand on their own, not be propped up by artificial crutches. The Guild should not be a place for dependency -it should be a place for those who are capable and willing to fight for themselves and their communities. If we allow people to rely on 'Aid Nexomon' as a solution, where will it end? Will we continue to lower the bar for what is expected of a Tamer? At some point, we must ask ourselves: Are we empowering people, or are we giving them an excuse to stop trying? Our dying world is not for the weak or the dependent. It is for the strong, the resilient, and the capable!" ~Guildmaster Amelie

Tamers and civilians are expected to contribute to society as equals. Introducing 'Aid Nexomon' into the mix doesn't create fairness -it creates dependency. Are we really 'helping' people, or are we just coddling them? Grandmaster Deena claims that ‘Aid Nexomon’ will provide these individuals with a ‘fair chance.’ But I ask you, dear reader, is it fair to allow someone who cannot perform their duties independently to continue putting others at risk? A blind or mute Tamer cannot lead a battle effectively, even with a Nexomon 'aiding' them. These are not just personal struggles -they have real, tangible consequences for the safety of our teams and communities.

Critics of SCI have voiced concerns about the cost, both monetary and societal. Are we as a society truly prepared to pour resources into training Nexomon to accommodate individuals who are not worth our time? These resources could instead bolster the Guild's infrastructure or support real Tamers striving to protect Aurelia from the ever-present threat of the Tyrants!

It’s easy to get swept up in sob stories, but we must remain practical! The Guild's mission is to protect Aurelia, not to act as a charity. We should be investing in those who demonstrate strength, skill, and adaptability -not enabling useless cripples.

In the coming weeks, I’ll be closely monitoring the effects of this program, and I won’t shy away from exposing its inevitable demise. For now, I leave you with this, dear reader: Is the Second Chance Initiative truly about giving everyone a fair chance, or is it just a feel-good policy designed to appease a defective minority? Only time will tell.

{*15 Years before Extinction, in-Universe News Report -Ash Feng}

[makegeorgealesbian63]

Can F1 teams please take note from F1A liveries and suits because Puma is doing something absolutely gorgeous with Aurelia Nobels and I need everybody to see it.

[most-definitively-a-human]

One day I will be able to answer all of these for my world. From memory, ideally :D

WorldBuilding Ask Game

Here is a little ask game for WorldBuilding in your WIP to pad out one country or all of them! Use it for yourself or ask a friend and spread some love. Focus on a particular section and have fun!

Geography

What does your world look like? What's the biome? Are there different ones?

Are there any oceans? If so, are they accessible? Are they a reliable source of travel and food?

Are there any rivers in your world? Any lakes? What's the longest river? Deepest lake?

Is there a safe supply of drinking water? If not, why not?

Are there mountains in your world? What's the highest one?

What is the weather like? How does this effect life?

What animals inhabit the world? What animals are indigenous or considered exotic?

What are some natural features your world is famous for? Is your world considered beautiful?

How many countries in your world?

How are countries divided? By natural lines or by agreements?

Population

What's the population like? Is it large or sparse?

Is there any factors in population density? Do more people live in a certain area more than elsewhere? Why is that?

Are there different peoples living in your world? If so, how do they get on?

How important is nationality? Are foreigners tolerated? Or are they unwelcome?

What countries get on? What countries hate one another?

Are there any important cities? Why are they important?

What's the architecture like? Are there any outside influences?

What's a typical building material? What's considered an expensive feature to include?

What is infrastructure like? Are roads and railways in good condition?

Is there public transport? Is it reliable?

Government

What system of government does your world adhere to? Is it popular?

Where is the seat of government?

Are there different governmental agencies?

Are there political parties? If so, what are their goals?

How much control does the government have over the average person?

Can your people vote? If not, why not? If so, who has/hasn't the right to?

Are there any parties or organisations that oppose the government?

How does the government crack down on sedition?

Are people allowed to criticise the government? If so, how? If not, how do they get around it?

How are laws made? Who makes them?

Is there any odd laws in your world?

What are some punishments to crime? Are they considered fair?

What crimes are unfathomable for the people?

Who handles justice? Is justice obtainable for all?

Are there any police? What's their reputation?

What role does the military play in your world?

Who controls the army? Head of state or government as a whole?

Is it considered a good career path?

Who can join the army? Are there any restrictions?

What is your world's stance on war? Are there any neutral parties? Or particularly warlike ones?

Commerce and Trade

How is trade done?

Is currency universal or dictated by region?

How is your economy going? What effects it?

What trade is your world known for?

What are some exports? What must your world import?

Are any goods considered luxurious?

What services are available in your world? What services are niche?

What sort of work is common? Is work readily available?

Who is expected to work?

Are workers treated fairly or unfairly?

Are there any ways workers are protected? If not, what are some consequences?

Is your world more reliant on technology or on labour?

Is agriculture possible in your world? If so what can your people grow?

How big is industry? What goods can your people make?

What resources can your country exploit?

What are some barriers to trade and commerce?

Is your nation known for quality? Or Quantity?

Who does your country trade with most often? Who do they boycott?

Are there any major ports in your country?

Are there any banned goods? If so, is there a black market for their purchase?

Society

How society expect one to behave in public? Are there different expectations for different people/genders/ranks?

Is there a social order? Can one move up the ranks?

Is there any considerations made on account of rank, gender, age or position?

What is considered a social faux pas?

Are there any gestures or actions that are considered rude or socially unforgivable?

What would utterly shock somebody to see somebody do?

What are some opinions that are normal for your world but can be considered subversive in real life?

How can one rise up the status ladder? Is there much trouble to do so?

What denotes a person's place in society?

How is life different in cities compared to life in the countryside?

Daily life

Where would someone go to buy their weekly shop? Is food easy to come by?

What would be the daily routine of the wealthy? The common man?

How is hygiene handled in your world? Where does one go to spruce up?

What would be some day to day tasks one might face?

What is the favoured means of travel?

Are there any problems in your world that could effect a daily routine? Potholes? Gigantic spiders? Acid rain?

What ammenties would an average person expect to have access to?

Where would one go if they are injured or ill? What's healthcare like?

Do people feel safe where they live? Are there any places somebody might face danger?

How do people communicate? Is it difficult? Why?

What do people do for fun? What's considered normal fun versus hedonistic?

What pastimes are common? What kind aren't?

Is education valued?

Is there access to education? If so, for who?

Are the population educated? If so to what extent?

Family Life

What is the typical family set up?

Is extended family important?

Who can be considered family? Who can't be?

Is marriage considered a duty? Or is it more of a personal choice?

Is divorce possible?

Can people adopt children?

What happens to orphaned children?

Are children important? If not, why not? If so, why?

What are some typical toys children play with?

What are some games children play with one another?

How is in charge of household chores?

Is there a hierarchy in families?

Are children expected to take on certain roles?

What is the living situation like between the different ranks? Are the roles different?

What's considered the proper way to raise a child?

Culture and Languages

Are there multiple cultures in your world? How do they differ? Do they mesh well together?

How are cultures similar? How are they different?

Are there any traditions in your world? How important is tradition?

What are some rituals your culture undertakes?

Are there any special days? Events?

What are some traditional values in your world? Does it effect daily life?

Are there traditional clothes for your world? Are they something somebody wears on a daily basis or just on occasion?

Are there any rules around what people can wear?

What would be considered formal dress? Casual dress?

What would happen if somebody wore the wrong clothes to an event?

What languages are spoken in your world? If so, how do they sound?

Are there any dialects? If so, how do they sound?

Are most people monolingual? Or bilingual? Or multilingual?

Are there any languages that are closely related?

What is considered a universal language?

Religion

Is religion a thing in your world?

Is religion a staple of life or just a small part?

Does religion affect politics, personal lives and affiliations?

Is your world sectarian? Or ruled by religion?

What are some influences religion has on daily life?

What sort of religion is it? Monotheistic? Polytheistic?

What are some myths your people believe in?

What common rituals does one undertake on a day to day basis?

How does one please a deity?

Where do your people pray? How do they?

What symbols would denote a follower of a certain belief system to a stranger?

What places or objects are considered sacred?

Are there religious orders? If so, who can join?

Is there tolerance or violence over religion? If so, between which faiths?

Food and Drink

What are some traditional dishes in your world?

What would be a basic diet for the common man?

What's considered a delicacy?

Is there a societal difference in diet? What are the factors that effect diet between classes?

Is there any influence from other cuisines? If not, why not? If so, to what extent?

What would a typical breakfast contain?

What would lunch be?

What would be a typical dinner?

What meals are served during the day?

What's considered a comfort food or drink?

Are there any restrictions on who can eat what or when?

Are there any banned foods?

What stance does your world take on alcohol? Is it legal? Can anybody consume it?

Are there any dining customs? Are traditions?

Is there a difference in formal meals or casual meals? If so, what's involved?

Are there any gestures or actions unacceptable at the dinner table?

How are guests treated at meals? If they are given deference, how so?

Are there certain rules about how one can prepare food?

Are there any restrictions on eating with certain people?

How is food generally prepared by?

History

Who are some notable figures from history?

Who founded the country?

Is history looked back on with fondness? Or do your people rather forget?

Are there any heroes in history? Any villains?

What are some highpoints in the history of your land?

What are some points of history nobody likes to speak about?

Does history effect your land, people, culture, language in the present? If so in what ways?

What historic monuments are still around in the present day? What has been lost?

How do people learn about history? Do they learn the truth? Or just an abridged version?

What's a historical event that is important to the story?

[gremlinshatephilosophers]

Behind the scenes notes for Ice Cream and a Corgi

[vainvenus]

code red. | charles leclerc + alexandra saint mleux | prologue

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Synopsis: When Ferrari announces their newest driver, the internet lights up and so does Charles' and Alexandra's Leclerc’s curiosity.

Includings: Dark!Charles and Alexandra, slight smau, aurelia nobels as the faceclaim!, reader is described as quiet/shy, slight cyberstalking, possessive behavior, kimi won't have a seat + lewis stays at merc

An: I feel like they're aren't enough Charles x reader x Alex stories so I'm contributing!!!

The day started like any other quiet one.

A little sunlight slipping past the curtain. The scent of coffee drifting through the apartment. A soft clink of spoons and ceramic in the kitchen.

Charles was leaned back on the couch, hoodie sleeves bunching at his elbows, legs stretched out, phone balanced loosely in his hand. Alexandra sat on the floor, back against the couch, scrolling with the same lazy attention.

“Wait,” She said suddenly, breaking the silence with a whisper instead of a shout. “Charles.”

He hummed, distracted.

“No, seriously. Look.”

She turned her phone toward him.

Instagram. Ferrari’s account. A new post, just dropped.

@scuderiaferrari

liked by f1newsandupdates, thegossiponthegrid, olliebearman and 70.5k others.

tagged : ynln95

scuderiaferrari: A new chapter begins. [Y/n] [L/n] will take the second seat at Scuderia Ferrari for the 2025 season. Welcome to the Prancing Horse! 🐎🇮🇹

Charles sat up, eyebrows furrowing as he clicked into the carousel.

The first image was striking and not in the flashy, over-posed way most announcement photos were. It was a shot of you from behind, the prancing horse was stitched into your back like it belonged there. Your last name printed bold in white beneath it.

There was something defiant in the way your shoulders squared.

Quietly proud.

Swipe.

The second photo was the one that made Charles go still.

You sat in a studio setup, clothed in all black — a mesh turtleneck and a fitted corset top. Sharp leather pants. One hand resting on your lap, the other gripping your red helmet.

You didn’t smile.

You didn’t perform.

You looked into the camera like you weren’t trying to charm anyone. Like you knew eyes would be on you, and had made peace with it. Barely.

There was poise in it. A kind of uncomfortable grace, like you’d been told to look confident and you did even if it didn’t sit naturally.

“She’s beautiful.” Alexandra whispered.

Charles didn’t answer. Not right away.

The third photo was the official driver portrait. You in the full Ferrari suit. Hands planted on your hips, shoulders lifted like armor, eyes focused slightly off-camera. Your full name sat in white across your waist with your home country's flag to the right of it.

You didn’t look excited. You looked composed. But your lips held a small, unreadable curve. Like you were still deciding how much of yourself you were willing to give the world.

Charles scrolled back to the second photo. The black outfit. The helmet. Your stare towards the camera.

“Shes seems reserved.” He said at last. “Even here. You can see it in the way she holds herself.”

Alexandra nodded. “She looks like she didn’t want to be styled for this. But she did it anyway.”

“Like she's trying to not take up space." Charles murmured.

He clicked into your profile.

Public. Professional. Clean.

A mix of quiet lifestyle photos and track content. Almost no selfies. A few sponsor clips. Soft smiles at podiums. Eyes on the floor in media day pictures. Videos where teammates did the talking and you nodded quietly beside them. Even in press events where you were clearly the focus, you always seemed to shrink into the background.

“She doesn’t post much about herself." Alexandra noted, skimming your feed from over his shoulder.

“She does.” Charles said. “Just not loudly like all the other rookies do. No flashy vacations or posing in front of billion dollar cars."

There were photos of you cuddled up on your sofa with a book, near the fireplace with a book curled into your lap. A snapshot of your hand holding a pen on a hotel notepad, the corner of a breakfast tray in frame. Quiet moments.

He found a clip from three years ago. You were young— maybe seventeen. Sweat dripping down your face, helmet in hand, doing a victory interview after a karting win. The reporter was chirpy. You…weren’t.

You answered softly. Politely. Every few seconds, your eyes darted to the side like you were looking for an out, a safe place, anyone to step in and take the attention off of you.

But when they asked you how you felt crossing the line, you looked up, directly at the camera, and said:

"Grateful. I’ve worked for this for a long time and I'm still trying to process it."

That was it. Nothing flashy. Just the truth.

Charles rewound the clip and watched again. The way you tucked your hand under your arm. The way your thank-you was whispered, not said. The way you nodded when the camera cut off.

“She’s like a background character in her own story." Alexandra said gently.

“She doesn’t want to be seen,” Charles said, his voice barely a whisper. “But she deserves to be.”

Alexandra looked up at him.

“She reminds me of how you were when you first joined Ferrari”

He swallowed.

It wasn’t the same. He was loud sometimes. Defensive. Determined to prove himself.

But you...you didn’t need to be loud. You weren’t trying to prove anything.

You were already enough.

You just hadn’t realized it yet.

And maybe that was what Charles felt in his chest. A quiet kind of protectiveness he couldn’t explain.

He just wanted you to realize how amazing you were. For you to come out of your shell a little bit.

Alexandra reached for her coffee, smirking softly. “So,” She teased. “What are the odds you scare her the first time you say hi?”

Charles exhaled a breath of a laugh. “Probably high.”

“She’s going to be overwhelmed. You know how intense you can be with the things you like."

The Monagaseue shot her a look. "You're no better."

"I never said I was." She hummed, taking her phone back from Charles as she had clicked the follow button on your account and liked the post of your announcement.

He was in the middle of doing the same when a message from his PR manager had popped up on his screen.

Rebecca ( PR )

Hello, Charles! I see you've already seen and congratulated your new teammate, good work. She's currently in Monaco to visit her friend and I want to try and set up lunch for the two of you to get to know each other better before we have to take the 25' grid pictures on Friday. Would tomorrow at five work for you?

Charles smirked.

Hi, Rebecca. Tomorrow around five would be perfect for me. I even have a couple of restaurant suggestions if she's not too picky.

Rebecca ( PR )

Perfect! Send them and I'll ask her if she has any preferences!

"I'm having lunch with her tomorrow at five." Charles hummed with a large smile spread across his lips after he sent Rebecca a few suggestions and Alexandra raised her brows with a hum.

"You'll have to tell me all about her after! What she sounds like, what she smells like, if she's really shy or just a little introverted, favorite foods—"

"Mon amour, I think I'll be lucky if she even says hello back." He chuckled, shaking his head at her eagerness.

Plus.

If you weren't willing to share much, Charles would find a way to get that information anyway.

[mistfallengw2]

Aurelia Dragonwings - Reference Sheet

Mostly done as a little design bible for myself, now that I'm overall happy with her design and don't want to accidentally forget stuff. Big timeline version under read more

Here's the absolute beast that kept me busy a lot more than I want to know :') [use "open image in another window" to read 'em lol] But at least now I know exactly when and why changes in her appearance happen! ... So, about that armor of hers... it's getting somewhat simplified/changed up, but how much do you think I am gonna hate myself after doing its timeline ref?

[eviesaurusrex]

tale as old as time | X. Riorson

Xaden Riorson x Aurelia Melgren (OC)

summary: Usually, he’s the dangerous, unapproachable wingleader in public, but since a few days, Xaden Riorson can’t bare to be apart from Aurelia Melgren.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: none really, mentions of past injuries, dragons, Xaden being touch-starved after admitting his feelings, Xaden’s shadows, Tairn being Tairn, two idiots in love, childhood friends-to-lovers, not entirely proofread

author’s note: Lately, I really am all over the place with my writing for fandoms lol. This could turn into a series of oneshots if people are interested—I can also switch this up into a typical reader-insert starring YN, just let me know!

divider by @enchanthings-a

It started right after Threshing.

First, she almost didn’t heed it no mind, not even realizing a change in his daily routines. Sometimes, she felt his eyes lingering on her whenever they passed one another in the hallways of Basgiath on their way to classes or formation in the morning. Other times, she felt him walking closely next to her, the backs of their hands brushing against one another, letting sparks of electricity travel through her bones, dancing on her skin.

All of those incidents, Aurelia categorized as mere blips in reality—undoubtedly enjoying them, but knowing they would not be present for the remainder of their days at the War College.

But then, the shadows started to act up.

Rea knew how masterfully Xaden wielded his signet, being in total control of it; she had watched him train with Garrick and the others and had even gotten a taste of his skills herself. So, for them to act up all of a sudden as soon as she was near a particularly dark corner?

Highly unlikely.

The day on which she woke up with one of those shadowy, smoky tendrils almost lovingly wrapped around her wrist like a delicate bracelet? She knew something had shifted, that something was certainly different than prior to Threshing. And she started to notice more and more:

Xaden casually walking down the hallway of her dorm floor by utter coincidence when she opened her door to head out for breakfast? The way his hand almost naturally found its spot on the small of her back, resting heavily and comfortingly there until they reached the door to the dining hall, his fingers pressing softly into the fabric of her uniform before letting go?

His long-lingering glances across the tables atop the leader platform now so obvious, she had to be blind (or dead) not to notice them?

The way they sat in comfortable silence on the parapet on a particularly starry night because he knew how much she loved stargazing? Hands brushing against one another on the withered stone, one finger wrapped around the other’s? The heavy feeling of his gaze on her profile while she watched the spectacle in the dark-tinted sky in awe and wonder?

She really had to be blind not to see it.

On this particular morning, Aurelia cradled a cup of coffee between both her hands, eyes focused on the dark-haired wingleader as he ate his scrambled eggs while being in deep conversation with Garrick. Taking a revitalizing sip, she patiently waited, smiling softly as Tairn seemed to wake up and growled in her mind. “Your thoughts of the wingleader disturbed my sleep, Stormy One. Keep this up, and I might not be inclined to continue to tolerate him near me.” The Melgren rolled her eyes at that. “Oh, please. I wouldn’t wager my marital bliss because I keep on fantasizing about incinerating the rider of my mate,” she shot back with a humorous tone down their bond, still letting her smile like a fool.

It was exhilarating to be chosen by a dragon, and Aurelia was sure she would keep on grinning like an idiot until the day of her last ride.

The black dragon huffed into her mind. “First: The bond of mates is far more superior to the human concept of marriage, girl. And second: Do not dare think of your last flight—already. We have years upon years, Stormy One. Your skills are too refined to be wasted on an early death. Instead, continue to dream of the rider who is now staring at you—it’s far less insulting.” It was almost as if Tairn chuckled deeply as her eyes fell on Xaden again, watching his onyx eyes soften ever so slightly as he reveled in the attention she granted him.

A small smile danced across her lips as she took another sip of her cooling coffee, her eyes never leaving his handsome face, remembering his whispered words after Threshing when the healers had worked on her bruised and battered body, thinking she wasn’t conscious enough to recall any of it. Until the day before, she had accounted those words to the delirious state she had been in due to the blood loss, but now, with the shadows accompanying her and the expression on his face? The evidence of his shift in person toward her? Aurelia was sure she didn’t dream up his confession.

They held each other’s gazes locked until most of the cadets had left for classes and training, and only then did the woman rise and leave for Battle Brief herself, waiting for him in the hallway. Leaning against a wall, she had her arms crossed loosely in front of her black-clad chest, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as he finally made his way out as well, spotting her instantly. Xaden walked over to her with long, purposeful strides, graceful and lethal as ever, fingers gently twitching as his stare fell from her eyes, raking over the lower part of her face.

“How are you feeling? Is the soreness bearable?”

His question was asked quietly, his voice soft and filled with a warmth barely anyone would receive within these walls, and that knowledge made the butterflies in her stomach whirl like a tornado. He had always been soft to her, ever since their first meeting as children, and he had continued to be like that until they had been separated by fate. Perhaps he still was the boy she once knew—just buried beneath everything he had to be for everyone else.

“Good. Better. It still somewhat aches when I get up too fast, but other than that…” She trailed off when his hand crept closer and touched the spot right next to her navel where she had been run through with a sword during Threshing, a scar now left behind. “But…,” she started again, making him look her directly in the eyes, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “I would feel much better if you’d explain this.” And with that, she pulled one of her arms out of their hold across her chest, holding up the wrist with the shadow still in place.

She watched Xaden swallow, eyes lingering on the black, translucent bracelet before he stared down at her again. A hand rose and softly wrapped itself around her fingers, pulling her hand close until it landed on his chest, right above his steadily beating heart. It pushed all the air out of her lungs; her breath hitched as she witnessed the vulnerability the fearsome wingleader showed her at this particular moment.

Xaden watched her intently as he murmured: “Do you mind it? Do they… disgust you? Bother you?” Without having to think about it, Aurelia slowly shook her head, never leaving him out of sight. “Why would you think that? I think they’re beautiful. Immaculate. Watching you wield them is like watching art,” she confessed, still slightly breathless, eyes wide with curiosity and… doubt. Did she never show him what she thought about him, about his talents and skills? Perhaps it had been drowned out by everything happening around them, and a pang of guilt settled in her chest. “Art, hm?” Blinking, Aurelia watched his smile grow, and the guilt lessened for now, making her slap his broad shoulder playfully. “Don’t tease me about my choice of words.”

The Riorson chuckled quietly before his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against his high-towering form. “So, you want an explanation?” His voice had turned into a raspy whisper, and all Aurelia could do was to nod, eyes enthralled by his gaze, her heart beating against her ribcage, trying to escape. “I wanted to make sure you’re all right, Rea, day and night, when I’m here and when I’m not. I wanted to feel close to you at all times, reminding myself every hour of the day that you’re still here, with me.” The fingers pressed against his chest gripped onto his uniform, burying themselves into the midnight black fabric, holding herself up at his steady confession. “Threshing made me realize something I have forgotten for a while: I cannot lose you. I cannot live without you, Aurelia Melgren. If you wouldn’t have made it, it’s safe to say I would have succumbed alongside you. You…” He took a steadying breath with closed eyes before he bent at his waist, coming closer and closer until their foreheads were gently pressed to one another, onyx black crashed against periwinkle blue.

“You are the keeper of all that I feel, of all that I am. One word and I will never speak of it again. One word and I will lock everything away, remaining your friend as I have always been. But…” And with that, he pulled her even closer. “But if your feelings have changed over the years and I was too stupid or blind to see it… Please, tell me and put me out of this… this… misery.” His voice broke at the last word, and it almost hurt her physically to hear his suffering she never knew about.

When has everything between them changed? Aurelia knew when it had changed for her—years ago during a sparring session with him and Garrick back in Aretia when no one had thought about needing to separate. Yes, her father never liked her association with the Riorson’s, but her mother had been from Tyrrendor and called Fen Riorson one of her oldest friends. And on that day, when Xaden had beamed at her proudly for shooting her first arrow successfully, she had known and protected that little secret of hers until… today.

Softly, almost lovingly, Aurelia let the tip of her nose rub against his, staring into his deep eyes and seeing all the emotions she had always hoped to witness on his face, swimming there, freely visible. “Perhaps stupid, perhaps blind, perhaps a bit of both,” the Melgren chuckled, making him roll his eyes at her but turning serious for this particular moment. “You were never just a friend to me, Xaden. You were never just my most trusted companion and confidant—there was always something different between us. I felt… safe with you, protected even. I could be who I was, not the one others desperately wanted me to be. I was… free. You gave me freedom.”

And freedom was the one thing Aurelia had longed for her entire life.

Xaden stared at her unmoving; he almost didn’t dare to breathe when one of her hands cupped his cheek, the pad of her thumb caressing his cheekbone.

“I have always loved you, Xaden Riorson, and I will always love you until my last dying breath as a dragon rider. If you’ll have me…—”

She couldn’t ask the question, not with his lips crashing against hers without restraint, without fear. He was as wild in his claim as he was in his fight, making her his then and there, incinerating every trace of every other man she had allowed to touch her in her life. He unraveled her in a dark corner and put her back together, infusing her with love, passion, and freedom with every move of his lips, with ever raspy sound escaping his throat when her fingers tangled themselves in his dark strands, tucking him closer and closer, until they where almost one.

With a gasp for air, Xaden parted with a heavy breath, chest heaving and heart galloping under the palm of her hand. “If I could, I would make you a Riorson on the spot,” he mumbled, lips pressing kisses to her cheeks and her swollen lips with utmost tenderness. “Slow your dragons, love,” Aurelia’s chuckled words followed. “Let us survive this death sentence of a War College first before we enter a far less superior bond they will most definitely mock.” The man started to grin at her words, pulling her close into his chest. “Did you already get that lecture, hm?” Nodding, she gently pushed back his hair, trying to make it presentable again. “Oh, I have. And I imagine there will be more coming sooner rather than later now that we…” She didn’t dare say the words, but Xaden wasn’t as hesitant—not in the slightest.

“Now that we are in a relationship, mo chroi? You can say it—the title won’t bite you.” Shoving him away, Aurelia showed him her tongue, but letting him take her hand in his, allowing him to hold onto it. “Whatever. Those dragons are menaces, and I’m afraid he will take over the fatherly talk in lack of a present father to do that. And I’m not sure what alternative I would prefer.” As if Tairn had only waited to share his input, his voice echoed through her mind. “I do not know what you dare to imply there, Stormy One, but mind you, I would only propose exceptional measures in order not to procreate ahead of your time. We have goals to accomplish, rider, battles to win, wars to end. No time for… frolicking with your shadow wielder.”

She couldn’t hold back the laugh at the growled words and let go of Xaden’s hand in order to wrap her arm around his waist, claiming her spot at his side, his arm instinctively snaking around her shoulders. “Tairn warned me not to frolic with you, shadow wielder,” she explained at his cocked eyebrow and smiled with closed eyes as he bent down to press a kiss to the crown of her head. “I will keep that in mind, but don’t you think I won’t put my hands on you, Stormy One.”

Walking beside him felt good. Freeing. Empowering. It got into her head, she thought, but it did not matter. She had rarely felt this wonderful.

“Has Sgaeyl spilled Tairn’s secret?” Xaden chuckled humorously as they walked the empty hallways toward Battle Brief. “She did—unintentionally, I think. But it is fitting. You are a tornado, a force of nature to be reckoned with. And with that dragon at your side now? With me? We will be unstoppable, love.” Teasingly, Rea nudged his hip with hers as they stopped in front of the massive double doors leading into the largest classroom Basgiath offered. “Do not over-exaggerate, Xaden darling. You sound like you have an appetite for conquering the world,” she whispered as he bent down again, lips ghosting over hers. “Oh, I have an appetite for many things, mo chroi. And I’ll show you each and every single one of them.”

Kissing Xaden, Aurelia silenced him with flushing cheeks before opening the door to slip inside the now-settling-down cadets. She intended to make her way down toward her usual seat next to her best friend, Merope. Xaden had different plans, though.

His hand snatched hers, and without uttering another word, the tall man tugged her after him, making his row scoot up a seat to create room for her next to Garrick, who watched the interaction with gleaming interest. His cheeky grin was oh so prominent, Aurelia hit his cheek with the flat side of her quill, shaking her head slowly, almost threateningly. “Don’t you dare utter a single word,” she whisper-hissed at him, cocking an eyebrow when he dared to open his mouth, watching him reconsider his next move. “I just wanted to say I told you so, but whatever.” Grinning triumphantly, Garrick winked at her, chuckling when her hand hit him multiple times on his shoulder. “You are unbelievable,” was all she huffed in slight annoyance, forcing herself to look in front, trying to ignore all the stares and the whispers at her new spot. They seemed to increase in volume when everyone bore witness to Xaden Riorson moving his hand in her direction, grabbing her thigh under the small table each seat had sat in front of it, squeezing it tenderly, and leaning in her direction.

“Forget about them, all of them. It doesn’t matter what they think, okay?” He knew her too well, but in their case, she couldn’t give a fuck. Leaning closer herself, Aurelia pressed a lingering kiss to his jawline—it was the only part of his handsome face she could reach without making a fool out of herself—and smiled with a teasing gleam in her eyes. “You won’t get rid of me that easy, Riorson,” the Melgren promised, making him hum in contentment, his hand settling heavily on her thigh—and it would stay there for the remainder of this class and every other they shared.

“I intend to keep you, Melgren. I intend to keep you for a very long time.”

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[nottragic-stilltoothsome]

Everything I found in Szarr's palace, for all your fanfiction-writting needs. I haven't found any other post like this one, so i hope i m not copying anyone. Posting it here, because editing the official wiki feels intimidating. Feel welcome to add anything I missed.

Astarion's siblings (the other spawn):

Petras - one of the two you meet in the Flophouse.

Dalyria - the other one from the two you meet in the flophouse. Her diary can be found in the "guest room". Before Cazador turned her, she was a doctor, a "Physician General to the Parliament of Baldur's Gate". She thinks vampirism is a disease and plans on curing herself of it by drinking blood of someone young and healthy - other spawn's daughter, Victoria.

Leon Onufrio - before Cazador turned him, Leon was a sorcerer. He is the one whose daughter's (Victoria's) body is found, cursed, in the room where with the Kozakuran dictionary.

Leon put a protective counter-curse on her, to discourage other spawns from attacking her. Despite his efforts, Dalyria bit her, hoping it'd cure her vampirism. Needless to say, it didn't and Victoria died @easterlingwanderer found out that if you use "speak with the dead" on the body, it turns out that it was a random urchin and Leon did get Victoria out of the city on time. After removing the curse inflicting you with necrotic demage, you can loot a letter of her body from her father instructing Victoria to read said dictionary, so she can freely move around the castle.

In the favoured spawn room, you can learn that Leon was the one usualy occupying it (along with his daughter). His diary reveals that he put extra effort to be Cazador's best hunter, so he can keep Victoria away from others and that he came up with a plan with Figaro to disguise and sneak Victoria out of the palace.

He also notes that he doesnt like the way Violet looks at Victoria and Cazador's wicked smile, when Leon asked him what his master was planning to do with his daughter.

Violet - you can find her Diary in the Dormitory of Spawn. She notes that she put garlic in Yousen bed as a prank.

Aurelia - a tiefling

Yousen - @neophytepagan noticed he is a gnome

Other:

The chamberlain of Cazador was Antwun Dufay. In his diary, which can be found under his bed in his room after a successful passive perception check, it says that he had a lover Lurianna (a werewolf, who can be found dead by walking through fake north wall of chamberlain's office, or through another fake wall in Chamberlain's private room). He knew about Cazador's Black Mass enough to fake his death in order to avoid the threat of taking Astarion's place. Unfortunately for him, it seems he confused the actual death potion and fake death potion, and really died. His lover drank the other potion, which melted her guts. The actual fake-death elixir can be found in his desk, which puts the player in 10-turn coma. He ordered the elixir from Bonecloaks', where he also ordered most of the things the palace needed to function (like bloodstain remover, candles and food for "guests").

Godey - Cazador's right hand. Astarion says that while Cazador was the master of the palace, the kennels (the room where the spawn d be tortured, when they did something Cazador didnt approve of) was the domain of Godey. Godey tortured the spawn when Cazador didnt feel like it. Cazador trusted Godey with the key to the sealed ballroom for the duration of the ritual.

Through the palace, fanatic-servants cleaning the palace: Syrin - human, Greenfern - wood half-elf, Vilhelm - human, Varderola - also human. All of them are servants, who Astarion said are devoted to Cazador and came to the palace of their own will, beggining Cazador to turn them into vampires. Vilhelm is most noteable, as you can talk to him and he asks Astarion why isn't he downstairs, that he is late and the ballroom is already locked. If pressed, he informs that Godey has a key and that the Cazador is going to punish Astarion for missing the ritual (and from his expression, he seems to quite like the thought).

Chamberlain Dufay wrote a blooddonnors ledger, instructing the Spawn to favourite the lower class as prey, as too many missing patriars may drow too much attention.

The language Cazador uses is Kozakuran, from a distant land of Kara-Tur. Astarion notes that they were strictly forbidden from learning it. From Cazador's Journal you can learn that Astarion was not an unreliable narrator when he said Cazador liked torturing him the most: Cazador paid the most attention to him in the journal.

In the favoured spawn room, there is a ledger with the list of spawns who have been favoured (its only Leon and one time Violet).

Amanita Szarr - on her 13th birthsday, invited by her Uncle Cazador. She was invited to the ballroom. She became a vampire, but was not happy about it. She rejected her family name Szarr and named herself Lady Incognita. She claims she stays in the attic and writes stories. One of the books written by her can be found on Cazador's desk.

Mrel Alkam - vampire mastress from Athkatla that Cazador wrote a letter to.

[elleaitch22]

Terms of Endearment

Chapter 10: Tender as a Bruise

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I was supposed to have this finished a few hours ago, but today has been a day. Please disregard any errors! I hope you love it!! Notes and live reactions are always appreciated! xx Elle

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, mentions of panic attacks, brief mention of SA, murder, discussions of mental health

Word Count: 4.0k

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Paige didn’t sleep well. She couldn’t. The day had shaken her more than she realized.

Hearing and reading about the abuse Azzi had experienced reminded her too much of her marriage with Manny. He was more for fists and kicks than emotional and psychological abuse, but Paige felt that may have been easier. Bruises heal in a week, but words? The soak into the brain and never really fade.

Sure, men made Paige uncomfortable, and sometimes she braced herself when people moved towards her too quickly. But Azzi had been free of Grant for two years, and she still carried those words and wounds with her daily.

Azzi’s monster was still alive. And was resourceful enough to find her again.

Emmanuel Martinez would never harm Paige again. She made sure of it.

He liked fast cars, so she rented an F1 track and car for his birthday, she just made sure he wouldn’t be able to stop. He slammed into a crash barrier going 170 miles per hour. It was fast. Final. There was no way he survived it.

The tears Paige shed at the track, and later at his funeral, were tears of relief. Tears of joy for her freedom. No one knew that but Nika. A few weeks later, she bought Aurelia. Three months after, she brought Soleil home to their penthouse. Paige hadn’t been haunted by nightmares since then.

But now? Knowing Azzi couldn’t get that same relief? It made her furious.

She couldn’t keep walking around this angry, so she pulled her phone out and messaged her therapist, not caring it was only 6 a.m.

Paige: Sorry about the time. Can you fit me in today. I can’t control it.

It took a few minutes, but he replied.

Kyrie: Do you want to come in at 7?

She hesitated. Azzi might wake up confused, disoriented. Paige needed to be here.

Paige: I don’t think I can leave right now. Can you come over?

Kyrie: Will be there in 15.

Paige let out a breath. Just talking with Kyrie would help. Even if he couldn’t offer a solution, maybe he could help her think clearly. Breathe again.

She went back into her bedroom and did what she had been doing all night – sitting in one of the accent chairs, watching Azzi sleep.

Azzi looked like she belonged there. Curled on the left side of the bed, her curls spread across the lavender sheets like ink. She didn’t know that Paige always slept on the right, always closest to the door. But somehow, Azzi had left it open for her.

Paige started the night trying to sleep. But every time she drifted off, a nightmare played behind her eyelids. Manny, again and again.

Azzi started to whimper softly, her brow pinched. Then the restlessness began — a leg kicking out, her body twisting under the covers. Paige crossed the room and gently touched her face, smoothing her eyebrows with her thumb, brushing her knuckles against her cheek. To her surprise it worked. Azzi melted into the sheets.

So, Paige stayed close. All night, she sat by the bed, chasing away the nightmares Azzi couldn’t fight off herself. And when she wasn’t soothing her, she was planning. Trying to figure out what the hell she could do to help Azzi feel whole again.

The elevator dinged. Kyrie was here.

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Kyrie Irving was one of Paige’s favorite people. He was steady, dependable, and the best therapist Paige could have hoped for. He helped her untangle trauma she didn’t even know she was carrying. Paige wanted to be fine by the time she had Soleil, and Kyrie made sure she was.

Even now, mostly healed, Paige had a session with him twice a month.

“If it isn’t my favorite client.” He greeted with a crooked smile and a side hug.

Paige smiled, leaning into his embrace. “We can go to my office.”

Kyrie looked at her with a raised brow. “You got company or something?”

She hesitated. “That’s part of what I need to talk about.”

His smirk dropped quickly, following Paige into the office.

She closed the door and motioned to the two armchairs. They sat.

“I’m sure you saw the papers over the weekend?” She began. Kyrie nodded and gestured for her to continue. “It’s not a real relationship.”

Kyrie interjected. “I mean I figured. You hadn’t mentioned anybody in any of our sessions.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “She was Soleil’s teacher, and she worked at the club. I offered her… a different option.” Her gaze dropped. “Anyway, she lost her job when the photos of us came out. And her abusive ass ex found out where she was. She’d been hiding from him for two years.”

Kyrie’s voice was calm. “An abusive ex, how is that landing on you?”

Paige shrugged. “I had a couple nightmares. Didn’t go back to sleep. Got really angry. Destroyed one of the model apartments.”

“It’s good that you were able to release your anger without hurting anyone, Paige.”

“Yeah, I get that. But Azzi had a breakdown yesterday. Didn’t want her to see me like that and get scared.” She swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “It feels like this was all my fault.”

Kyrie nodded. “Can you tell me why?”

“She wouldn’t have lost her job if I hadn’t taken her to the gala. If the photos didn’t come out. And her ex found her because of them. Everyone knows where I live. It wouldn’t be hard to figure out.”

“Did you force her into this relationship?” Kyrie’s head tilted to the side.

Paige rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going. “No, but if I didn’t offer, she’d still have her job and she’d be safe.”

“Do you think she didn’t think the photos of you would be publicized?”

She scoffed. “She’s not an idiot, but I don’t think she knew what all would happen because of it. She only accepted because she’s in so much debt.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“No, I had someone look into it.” Paige muttered ashamed. “Her fuck ass ex-boyfriend put credit cards, their apartment, his car, all of it was in her name. He stopped paying when she left, probably to get her to come back, and it wrecked her credit. She’s paying it all off now. It’s why she was working at the club.”

“Hmm.” Kyrie rubbed his beard. “So it’s the ex-boyfriend’s fault?”

Paige couldn’t answer that. Yes, Paige is partially the reason why Azzi got involved in this mess, but she wasn’t the reason Azzi was struggling enough to accept her offer. Grant was.

“I want to murder him. Make it take time so he can feel at least a little bit of the pain she’s in right now.”

Kyrie shrugged. “You can find out where he is. You have people for that. You could find him and do whatever you think is necessary. Why won’t you?”

“I don’t know what Azzi would do if I did. Her mind is so fractured right now. I don’t know if she’d feel like it was her fault.” She paused. “Her situation was different than mine.”

“How so?” Kyrie questioned.

Paige leaned towards her therapist. “Manny wasn’t manipulative like that; I mean he manipulated his way into marriage. But after he just wanted to drink, play his game, and abuse me.” Her brow furrowed. “I mean it was bad, but he never came back and told me he loved me or that it was my fault. When I got rid of him, he didn’t linger in my mind.”

“But Azzi’s abuse was different?”

“Yeah. He drugged her and assaulted her. That’s how their relationship started. He isolated her, so she could feel like he was the only person who loved her. The only person who could love her.” Paige sighed. “She’s just – she’s so good. She’s kind. She sees everyone as a person deserving of love. She’s just perfect. But he said so much shit to her that she blames herself. She thinks she deserved it. She can’t even trust herself to make simple decisions.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t just want to kill him. I want to make him suffer, at least half as much as she’s suffering now.”

The office was quiet for a little bit. “So, what were you wanting from today’s session?” He asked.

“I don’t know what to do to help her.”

Kyrie stood, “Are there feelings involved?”

Paige stiffened, then nodded. “I want her, but I would rather have her be happy and healthy. I need you to help me with that.”

“I think you have to ask her. It seems like she needs structure and for people to show her she doesn’t need to earn love.”

Paige nodded.

“It’s 7:45. I gotta get to the office so I can prep for my first client.”

The two walked out together, “Imma text you and make an appointment for Thursday or Friday.” Paige said.

A figure on the couch made her stop short.

Azzi sat rigidly, curls messy, eyes wide. She glanced from Paige to Kyrie and back again.

“Oh, hey Az.” Paige offered a smile. “Didn’t know you were up already.”

Azzi nodded slowly. Her shoulders were tight. Her lips pressed in a line. Eyes flickered between Paige and Kyrie.

“This is my therapist, Kyrie. He’s the best.” Paige turned to the man. “Kyrie, this is Azzi.”

Kyrie gave her a gentle smile. “Nice to meet you, Azzi. I’ll see myself out, P.”

He didn’t linger. Paige watched him go, then turned back to Azzi.

And for the first time all morning, she wasn’t sure what to say.

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Azzi didn’t know what to do. Paige smiled, but she’d just met with her therapist, so there was obviously something wrong. Azzi didn’t know if she was angry at her and not wanting her to know or what. Azzi knew what to do when people were angry at her, but she couldn’t get a good enough read on Paige to know.

Paige looked calm — too calm. Azzi had seen that kind of calm before. The kind that came after a decision. The kind Grant wore, right before everything fell apart.

She stared at her hands, nervously cracking her knuckles. “Are you angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry, Azzi?” The brunette scoffed quietly. “I’m not mad at you at all. Are you mad at me?”

“No!” Azzi’s head shot up, only to see a smirk.

“There you are,” smirk turned to a warm smile. “What do you want for breakfast today?”

Azzi was even more confused than before. Was Paige asking her these questions, waiting for her to answer one incorrectly?

Her hands were trembling. Her heart wouldn’t slow. She felt a mix of agitation and anxiety; she was aware of her inability to make a decision, but there were too many options that Paige could have thought were wrong.

“What are you feeling?” She questioned, looking at Paige. That usually worked with Grant, even when he was already annoyed with her.

“I’ll eat anything, as long as it doesn’t have vegetables.” Paige’s head tilted. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Azzi’s ears started ringing. Her vision tunneled. Her head felt light. Eyes blurred with tears. “I– I– I’m sorry. I just – I’m okay with whatever you want. I’m sorry.” She felt her hands shaking and her body tense.

She’d fucked up again. Paige wasn’t going to want her in her life, in her family anymore.

She was going to get rid of her.

She wouldn’t even have a home once Paige kicked her out; she broke her lease when she moved in here.

Grant was right. She fucked up everything.

She was so stupid. Such a fuck up.

“–zi! Azzi! Fuck. Azzi!” She blinked quickly, feeling warm hands on her face.

When had she started breathing so fast?

Blue eyes and pale skin were the only things she could see.

Azzi blinked hard.

“Azzi. You’re having a panic attack. You need to slow down your breathing. Can you do that for me?”

The woman took Azzi’s hand and pressed it to her chest. “Match your breathing to mine, Az.”

Warmth filled Azzi’s chest.

“In,” chest expanded. “Out.” Cool air against her face.

Slowly but surely, Azzi was able to breathe on her own. When she recognized where she was, she broke.

This is so embarrassing. Fuck. What kind of person has panic attacks in front of their boss? Of course Paige wouldn’t want her now.

Heart wrenching sobs came out as fast as her tears. She was pulled forward, head burrowing in Paige’s chest. Paige just let her get it out. Didn’t rush her. Didn’t sigh impatiently. Didn’t do anything. Just held her and let her cry.

After a while, Azzi calmed down.

“Do you want some water? Or tea?” The blonde offered kindly.

“Can you tell me what happened? What set you off?” Paige asked quietly.

Azzi pulled away a little, wrapping her arms around herself. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“Why?” Paige tilted her chin up until Azzi’s eyes were on her.

“I couldn’t make up my mind. Couldn’t answer.” Her voice was small. “I thought… I thought you wanted the right answer. I don’t even know what you like yet.”

Paige nodded. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t asking for a certain answer.” She paused. “Does that make you anxious?”

“I don’t like to be wrong. I don’t like getting yelled at.” Azzi’s eyes dropped again.

“Thank you for telling me that, Azzi. I won’t promise anything, but I’ll do my best to remember that. Was there anything else that you were worried about?”

Paige’s hand dropped to Azzi’s knee, stopping the bouncing she wasn’t even aware of. Azzi’s eyes locked on hers. Paige’s thumb brushed gently over her knee, anchoring her.

“Making choices makes me nervous sometimes. Grant didn’t let me, and when I did, he always said something mean.” She hesitated. “I’m sorry for kicking you out of your bed. I didn’t mean to sleep over.” She finished, cheeks pink.

Paige’s smile bloomed — real and full. It knocked the breath from Azzi’s chest. It was perfect. “That’s okay! I wanted you to rest. And if it’ll help, I can give you suggestions? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but if you think it’ll help, I don’t mind.”

Azzi felt her brows crease as she thought about Paige’s proposition. There was an appeal to not having to think through every choice she made, but she wasn’t sure she could completely trust Paige to lead her. Sure, she’d been great so far, but she could change.

She eyed Paige warily before the blonde added, “We could try it out today, and tonight, you can let me know how it felt. If you like it, we can keep doing it, but if you don’t, we can think of something else.”

Azzi felt herself nodding. Her brain hadn’t even finished processing the information.

Her body felt safe before her mind allowed it. Maybe, just maybe, she could believe it was real.

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Azzi nervously followed Paige into the kitchen. “So, what now? Are you just gonna control me, but be nicer than Grant?”

Paige had to take a deep grounding breath to keep her temper. “I know that’s what it felt like with him, but that’s not what I want. I don’t want to control you. I want to care for you. But I need your help to figure out what that looks like.”

Her eyes tracked the slim body moving around the kitchen. “I’m sorry. I just don’t understand.” She swallowed, “I– it’s just that this really scares me. And I feel bad because you haven’t done anything to me, but I’m terrified I’m making the wrong choices.”

“That’s why we’re trying this out today, Azzi.” She smiled. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but I’ll keep trying things until we find something that helps you.”

Warmth bloomed in Azzi’s chest. Paige was still being kind — still not shaming her, still patient. Maybe she really could trust her.

“I hated hearing how you talked about yourself yesterday.” Paige’s voice was quiet, hands steady as she chopped strawberries. “You didn’t deserve that. You’re worth so much more than the things he made you believe, and I’ll remind you until it starts to feel true.”

Paige moved to the fridge, “I am gonna make smoothies, eggs, and bacon. Do you like all of those?”

“Yes,” Azzi said, with a nod.

“Good. Thank you for telling me.” She moved around the kitchen, collecting bananas, yogurt, and chia seeds. “Do you want spinach in your smoothie?”

Azzi nodded, eye catching the clock on the Echo Show. “It’s getting pretty late. Can I go get Soleil up?”

“Yes, thank you.” While Azzi was sliding off the bar stool, Paige continued. “After breakfast, I want to speak with you. I want you to think about things you do well and things you struggle with.”

Azzi’s pulse picked up, head bobbing.

“There aren’t any right or wrong answers, as long as you try your best, it’ll be perfect.” Paige finished with a bright smile.

Azzi nodded, trying to carry Paige’s steadiness with her as she walked toward the room with the yellow door. The curly headed girl was sprawled across her bed, mouth wide open. She walked up to the bed, kneeling near Soleil’s head.

“Good morning, Sunny Girl.” Azzi whispered, rubbing circles onto Soleil’s back. “It’s time to wake up, baby.”

A pout formed on Soleil’s lips and a grunt fell from her mouth.

“Mommy’s making breakfast.” Azzi continued, brushing wild hair for her little face.

Blue eyes peeked open and widened quickly. “Azzi, you’we hewe again!” Soleil exclaimed, throwing her arms around the woman’s neck.

“Yes, I’m still here, Sunny Girl.” She said, wrapping her arms around the girl and lifting her to her hip.

“You staying all day?” Soleil’s big blue eyes inquisitive.

She nodded back at the girl. “Mhmm. Let’s go have breakfast.” She finished with a light tap to Soleil’s button nose.

The duo moved back into the kitchen, giggling about nothing as Paige poured smoothies into three glasses.

“Good morning, Pretty Girl,” Soleil wiggled from Azzi’s arms, running to her mom.

“Hi, Mommy. Can I pray for breakfast?” Soleil asked, adorable smile on her face.

Soleil prayed, allowing all three ladies to eat breakfast. The girl bounced questions off both women. How do wainbows wowk? Can we have chicken for lunch? When do I go back to school? But I want Azzi to be my teachew. Can she teach me? So, I only have to go to school in the mownings? Can I go make a bwacelet for Azzi?

After Paige gave an affirmative answer to the last question, Soleil shot off to her art corner in a blur of pink and white.

“She’s the best,” Azzi smiled, watching her run away.

There was a comfortable silence, well, until Paige ruined it. “Sorry to burst your bubble, Azzi. But have you thought about what I asked you earlier?”

“I know what I’m bad at. It’s always in the back of my mind, but it’s gotten louder since I saw him.” Azzi looked at her hands, shame flooding her body.

Paige’s hand came to the back of Azzi’s neck, quieting her thoughts a bit. “That’s okay; that’s what we’re working on. Does it bother you when I do this?” Paige questioned, squeezing a little.

“No,” Azzi said, shaking her head. “It makes my head go quiet. It helped when you did it in the meeting, and it helps now.”

“Okay. So, you like physical touch?” A nod. “Good. So that’s one thing you like. What’s something you like about yourself?”

“I’m kinda – I think I’m good at seeing people? What they feel. What they like. The little things. Like Soleil likes to eat in someone’s lap; it makes her feel bigger. I think I’m good at seeing stuff like that.”

Paige smiled again. “You are really good at that, Azzi. You see everyone, and you care enough to notice and remember things about all people.”

Azzi followed the blonde’s figure as she walked to one of the cabinets, grabbing two mugs and the electric kettle. “Your hands are shaking, which I understand. This is a hard conversation, but you’re doing a good job. Do you think tea will help? It may give you more time to think if you want.”

“Yes, thank you. Do you have chamomile or lavender?” Azzi asked, relaxing a little.

Paige made the tea quietly, letting thoughts race through Azzi’s mind.

She set down two mugs of tea on the island gently.

Paige didn’t push. “Take your time. There’s no rush.”

Azzi stared at her tea, swirling the spoon inside like it could stir up an answer. “I don’t think I’m good at a lot of things,” she started, voice thin. “I mean, I try to be. But I mess things up. Or I get overwhelmed. Or I freeze.”

Paige said nothing, only waited.

“I used to think I was good at teaching. Or at least good with kids.” Her brow furrowed. “But now, I don’t know if I was good or just lucky.”

Paige interjected, voice calm. “They fired you because you are gay. Don’t let them erase all the good you’ve done. You’re amazing with Soleil. That’s not luck.”

Azzi’s shoulders lifted and fell. She looked so unsure, so close to retreating.

“I think I’m good at comforting people. Or at least I want to be.” She muttered.

Paige smiled, not wide, but full of pride. “You are. You’re so good at that, Azzi. You’re gentle, and you listen. I know all your students feel safe with you. Especially Soleil.”

Azzi flushed, blinking hard.

Paige reached out again, this time placing her hand over Azzi’s fidgeting ones. She stilled them with a soft squeeze.

“Now tell me what you struggle with.” A quiet, but firm expectation.

Azzi froze, then slowly unraveled.

“I struggle with making decisions. I second guess everything, and Grant didn’t really let me make choices. And now I always think I’ll mess it up or disappoint someone.”

“Okay, we can work on that. Go on.” Paige encouraged, thumb brushing soothing circles on the back of her hand.

“I get scared of being wrong. And being alone. And of people getting mad at me. Even if they’re not. I try to fix it before it happens. I – I want people to be happy with me. I think they will stay if I can make them happy.” Her breath hitched. “Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know what I want. I don’t know what’s really me and what’s just me trying to be good enough.”

Paige’s hand moved to Azzi’s cheek, grounding her.

“You don’t have to know everything yet,” she said quietly. “But if you want, I can help you learn what feels right for you. And if you get overwhelmed, I’ll be right here. I’ll give you choices, not tests.”

Azzi’s eyes were glassy, lip quivering. “But what if I get it wrong?”

Paige leaned forward, voice low and steady. “Then I’ll help you try again. That’s all this is, Az. Trying.” She tucked a curl behind Azzi’s ear. “And if you want structure, I can give it to you. Gently. Just enough to make the day easier. You’ll always have the final say.”

Azzi nodded, tears slipping freely now. Paige let her feel it, all of it.

“Can you tell me one more thing you like about yourself?” Paige asked.

Azzi thought for a long time. “I’m loyal,” she finally said. “Even when people don’t deserve it. And I keep secrets. I don’t talk about people behind their backs. I – I really try to be kind.”

Paige nodded. “You are kind. You’re thoughtful, and brave even when you don’t feel it. You don’t give up, even when it’s hard.” She paused, gently tilting her chin up. Once blue met brown, she added, “I’m proud of you for telling me all of this. You did such a good job, Azzi. You don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

Azzi nods shakily, voice small. “I’m scared. But I want to learn. If you’ll help me.”

[sincere1ystar]

Shining just for you

coriolanus snow x fem reader

After things get messed up between the two of you at the gala, Corioanus is desperate to fix things between you two again

authors note: guys when i mean desperate i mean DESPERATEEEE

Everyone always said that the C in Coriolanus Snow stood for calculating. What a silly saying, because when it came to you the C in Coriolanus Snow stood for clueless.

The image he built himself as a man who oozes with power crumbles in a matter of seconds around you. You liked it that way, you knew it was just a persona and if life hadn’t pushed him around the way he did he would’ve stayed soft.

When the two of you first met you didn’t fall pity to his charms like the rest of the peers around you. He liked that about you, you were diligent. You had beauty and brains, unlike those lifeless souls that threw themselves at him as they fluttered their eyelashes. He considered himself lucky to call himself yours and he wasn’t afraid to show it either. Every gala he was there right on your arm, and if you didn’t encourage him to go converse with the other party-goers  to others he probably would have stayed there.

You had built a home in Coriolanus’s heart, love was too weak a word to describe his emotions towards you. He didn’t consider himself a violent man, but for you he wasn’t afraid to roughen up the edges of himself. To make his image seem more powerful than it already was, so people would fear him and not even think about hurting you. 

Of course he got invited to many galas, it was only natural considering he had made a name for himself now. Still, he viewed them all as pointless affairs and if you weren’t so fond of going to them he wouldn’t bother to even step foot in the venue. 

Although his signature color is a shade of deep red, he often matched whatever color you were wearing. Tonight it was a cerulean blue to match your dress of the same color. The only thing that stayed the same was the white rose in his handkerchief pocket that eventually ended up behind your ear. 

As you’re finishing up the final touches to your look Coriolanus comes behind you, adjusting the straps of your dress as he leaves soft kisses on your neck.

“Coryo we’re gonna be late-“, you try to protest but he quickly silences you with a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“We can spare a few minutes can’t we darling?”, he cooed.

By the time you manage to drag him to the car sent for you two, you’re already late to the party. Not like Coriolanus cares though, it was time well spent.

Usually when the two of you arrive to any sort of event, he would stick by your side for atleast the first part of it until some buisnessmen or some senator pulled him away. But this time since your arrival was later than usual, the minute you two walked through the doors some of his fellow associates dragged him off to discuss business. You don’t mind much, knowing he has work to do as you walk over to a few friends of your own.

While you enjoy yourself, chatting away like the social butterfly you are, Coriolanus finds the whole event to be tedious and torturous . He wasn’t even paying attention to what his colleagues were saying, too busy stealing glances at you giggling as your friend told a story about her latest date. He’s so intrigued by observing you as if he was stuck in some trance, that he doesn’t notice Aurelia, a woman married to a local senator whom she openly despised, practically throwing herself at him.

He doesn’t snap out of it , not until he feels her red painted lips slightly touch the tip of his ear. The only thing he feels in that moment is utter disgust. The fact that someone other than you attempt to get this close to him was appalling. Did she not see the wedding band on his finger?

After chatting away with your friends for a while, you politely excuse yourself to make your way to Coriolanus since it seems that all his fellow politician friends have now left. Just as you’re about to approach him, you notice her. The woman who is all over Coriolanus, as if she wasn’t married already to another senator and he wasn’t already yours.

You’ve always been the confrontational type, which is why it’s no surprise when you come up right beside them ready to tell Aurelia to back off. Well that was before you overheard her say in that sultry voice of hers, “A man like you shouldn’t be stuck at some flimsy party like this Coriolanus. I bet you want to get out of here don’t you? Y’know my hotel room is better than any party…”

Before Coriolanus responds, you storm out with anger hot on your heels. How dare he. You decide to just go home, taking the car despite Coriolanus still searching for where you went. He can find his own way home. Better yet why doesn’t he get a ride with Aurelia, surely there’s another spot left in her husband’s car.

Your rage doesn’t die down, even as you reach the manor and tuck yourself into bed. You don’t have too much time to notice how empty it seems with Coriolanus’s side of the bed being vacant before he rushes in, his words overflowing out of his mouth. But it’s all a blur to you, tuning him out completely as you shift your body to face the wall while pulling the blanket up.

It’s not until late at night just as you’re about to fall asleep, when you realize he’s begging.

“Darling.. darling please”, he mumbles almost pitiably. He continues desperately kissing your skin with your back still turned to him. “Didn’t even notice what she was doing.. was too busy looking at you”.

You don’t say anything in response and continue staying still, but you’re not pushing him away and Coriolanus takes this as a sign to keep going. “I pushed her away the minute I noticed what she was doing. I would never be unfaithful to you darling, you know that… you’re the only one for me”.

The stubborn part of you wanted to continue to ignore him, but the more reasonable side of you decided to hear him out. “I suppose… I was overreacting just a little bit. Fine”-, you start before you were cut off by his kisses.

“Thank you. Thank you sweetheart… I know I don’t deserve it”, he rasped while leaving little frantic kisses all over your face, “Don’t deserve your forgiveness. Don’t deserve you”.

“Not so stoic and cold are you now Coriolanus Snow?”, you think to yourself. Oh how funny it would be if all his politician friends see how he acted under your finger.

[boopshoops]

TWST OC INTRODUCTION - TCOAV

Aurelia Sidheline - Tales of Scars

Name: Aurelia Sidheline

Nicknames: Aura, Triggerfish, House cat, Sidhe

Gender: She doesn't know or care <3

Pronouns: She/her (But any gendered language is fine. ex: ms. mx. or mr are all good!)

Sexuality: Pan-Greysexual

Birthday: February 10 (Aquarius)

Age: 19 in canon TWST age, 21 in TCOAV AU

Height: 5'4 or 162cm

Voice Claim(s): Emilia Clarke

Twisted from: Captain Amelia of Treasure Planet

Unique Magic: She hasn't found hers yet.

Grade: Junior

Class: 3-D

Hobbies: Sailing, Spelldrive, acrobatics, flying(broom), swimming, reading, studying, sparring.

Likes: Smoked salmon, astrology, astronomy, summer, sunbeams, the ocean, strategy games, dogs.

Dislikes: Any soup, inability to read a room, misplaced immaturity, snap judgements, snow, the unrelenting pressure to conform to the shackles and rules of a inherently flawed system in order to succeed in the eyes of others but allows no room for those who are unable to 'get in line' 👁️👄👁️, sand or glitter✨

Fears: Blood, not meeting expectations, being unable to make a difference in her or others lives.

Summary: Descendant of an esteemed noble family of diurnal fae. She intends to dedicate her whole being and life to regaining her family's pride after being unfairly dishonored due to her beastman blood. Nevertheless, she welcomes these trials as a highly adventurous, passionate, and energetic soul.

Her strength in the face of adversity is something she takes a high amount of pride in, even as it is her greatest source of frustration. She had to work harder than most to get to where she is now due to the lowered positioning of her family, but nonetheless, after an ungodly amount of work for someone her age, she's getting there... no, not got. Getting. It's still happening, and it's exhausting. Her greatest strength is also her greatest weakness: after all, one who is known to show strength in adversity will eventually meet too big of an obstacle.

While she struggles to get a handle on her diurnal side, even being delayed in the development of her unique magic, she still has managed to become the captain of RSA's spelldrive team and amass a large amount of respect from the student body. Her admission into RSA cemented a change in allowing any and all genders to apply to the academy (another thing it did before NRC in my au, har har), to the point where she has become a bit of a celebrity on the island. She actively encourages any crowd questioning her admission as well as their own to "get loud and mad and unapologetic" about how the system was allowed to stay so closed off for as long as it did, because "this is what will inspire change in the world, not changing yourself."

CHARACTER PLAYLIST

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meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow <3

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