#wincin week

[crescentchat]

my contribution to jacinter week!

wonderland 🍰🗝🫖🍄🃏

"tell me" 🎺🗽🕝⛓🍾

poison 🧪🪞🕊️❄️⚗️

[rapunzelfromthemoon]

The Lunar Chronicles characters and couples as one out-of-context lyric from Red (Taylor's Version) (2021) by Taylor Swift

Cinder: "and they still tell the legend of how you disappeared"

Kai: "these days I'm restless, work days are endless"

Scarlet: "I was raised in a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion"

Wolf: "new to town with a made up name"

Cress: "this daydream is dangerous"

Thorne: "I wish I could fly"

Winter: "we were seventeen and crazy running wild, wild"

Jacin: "so casually cruel in the name of being honest"

Iko: "it feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters"

Kinney: "I feel a responsability to do what's upstanding and right"

The whole Rampion Crew: "we're happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time"

Levana: "love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right"

Torin: "Mr. Superior Thinking"

Kaider: "this is falling in love in the cruelest way, this is falling for you and you are worlds away"

Cinder: "I know that you like me, and it's kinda frightening"

Kai: "meet me there tonight, let me know that it's not all in my mind"

Wolflet: "took off faster than a green light, go"

Scarlet: "so you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong"

Wolf: "and I became hypnotized by freckles and bright eyes, tongue tied"

Cresswell: "come on baby with me, we're gonna fly away from here"

Cress: "I keep picturing her lips on your neck, I can't unsee it"

Thorne: "baby I miss you and I swear I'm gonna change, trust me"

Jacinter/Wincin: "not tryin' to fall in love, but we did like children runnin'"

Winter: "push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun"

Jacin: "believe one thing: I won't go away"

[gingerale2017]

Aww wincin/ jacinter <3

tlc ship weeks 2021

winter x jacin, day 4: song lyric day!

the song is War of Hearts by Ruelle (i highly recommend the acoustic version)

Come to me

In the night hours

I will wait for you

And I can't sleep

'Cause thoughts devour

Thoughts of you consume

“Come to me,” Winter had said to him once, when he was standing guard outside her room. “Tonight.”

Jacin’s face stayed emotionless, but a slight twitch of his eye showed her he’d heard.

He had always had thoughts of spending the night with Winter in her room, simply to lie next to her and feel the heat of her skin touching his. And yet, now that he was here, he knew he’d never be able to sleep with her so close to him.

He could hear her breathing. He turned his head and he could see the thick curls of her hair splayed out underneath her head on the pillow, could smell something like flowers on her. It made him think of an old Earthen fairy tale he’d heard once. A princess who’d been poisoned by her evil stepmother, encased in a glass case that her loyal dwarf friends had made for her, waiting for her prince to kiss her and wake her up.

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you

He wished he could stay, but it was nearing midnight, and there was a guard down the hallway that usually passed by him at this time, and she would surely notice if he was missing. He kissed the tips of his fingers and pressed them to Winter’s cheek. Softly, like a single snowflake falling from the sky, so as to not disturb her.

She woke up anyway, round eyes blinking lazily at him, a slow smile spreading across her cheeks.

“Hi, Jacin.”

“Hey, Winter.”

She noticed his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, one foot already on the ground. “Where are you going?”

“I have to leave. I’m sorry.” Jacin made to get up, but she caught his arm in a surprisingly strong grip.

Stay with me

A little longer

I will wait for you

Shadows creep

And want grows stronger

Deeper than the truth

“Stay a few more minutes?” When he didn’t seem convinced, she added, “If anyone asks, I’ll say you’re helping me get rid of the monster under my bed.”

How could he say no to that?

“All right, Winter, I’ll stay a little longer.”

Winter lay back down, satisfied, and Jacin sat by the side of her bed, leaning his head back to look at her. Even in the dark, he could see her lips quirk up as their eyes met.

“I can’t sleep with you looking at me like that.” She admitted.

“Like what?”

“Like this.” Winter sat up and leaned forward, and suddenly their faces were just centimeters apart. Jacin’s breath caught. I want to kiss her, his stupid, traitorous heart thought, and suddenly he was sure she was thinking the same thing because she brought her own face closer. Her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, and the stars outside were reflected in her eyes. Her breath tickled his cheek.

For a moment, all was silent as they stared at each other in the dark.

I can't help but love you

Even though I try not to

I can't help but want you

I know that I'd die without you

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

I can't help but want oceans to part

'Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts

They moved forward at the same time. Winter’s lips were soft, and she sighed into his mouth, closing her eyes as if she’d wanted this for as long as he had, like she’d been holding back too. Her hand tugged him closer, until there was no space in between them. Jacin felt like she’d lit every nerve of his on fire.

In that moment, the world disappeared, and it was just the two of them. He wished it would last forever, that Levana and all their problems would just wash away like the sand on Earthen seas every time a wave passed.

Then they parted, both breathing heavily. Winter ducked her head, suddenly shy, and Jacin could feel heat blooming across his cheeks, his heartbeat pounding in his chest.

He glanced at his watch. “I should go.”

She nodded, solemn, then smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “Good night, Jacin.”

Jacin knew he was grinning like an idiot as he closed the door behind him.

“Good night, Winter.”

ao3

[healing-winston-pratt]

TLC Ship Weeks 2021

Jacinter Day 6: Mirror

Some emotional support right after she got her scars

Also pls let's pretend this is an artistic interpretation or something and that I did not totally f o r g e t there are no mirrors on Luna qldmsos pls

[zephyr-thedragon]

ITS JACINTER WEEEEKKKKKKK and you know what that means

I wrote a duet 😎

So my idea for the ship weeks was to write a duet for each week, for each ship, and try to include as many prompts as I could in each song- this duet is solely based on the "runaway" prompt, hence why I'm posting it today. But it also includes the "honesty" and "mirror" prompts 👀 And since there's a lot of overlapping dialogue in this song I had to sort of create a system where you guys would be able to read it the way it was meant to be sung. This duet is based off of Ch. 8 of Winter, when Jacin and Winter have a conversation about Jacin's guard duty, and I really like the gameboard metaphor that Winter used, and that's where the idea for this song came from :)

So lines that are indented, are sung simultaneously. Where Winter and Jacin are singing different things at the same time. Spoken lines say (spoken) in parentheses, and the lines from that point on are spoken until it says (sung) in which, the lines from then on are again sung.

So that's all for notes- I hope you guys like this song, it took the most time to write out of all the ones I've posted so far jgdgkjgk tysm for reading!

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Gameboard (Run Away) - Winter and Jacin

A Jacinter duet written by me

Piano Chords: Dm Am C G

Chorus: Dm C Am F

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[Winter] (Sung) - Verse 1

There's only one place I can think of I’d feel safe

And that’s with you

Always with you

But the one thing I can’t explain is why you won’t

Tell me the truth

Tell me the truth

‎

[Jacin]

Princess, there is no truth I’d keep from you

When I’m on duty, that’s all I can do

Is be there for you

And if she knew how close I was to you

I’d become a pawn in her game

And I refuse

‎

[Winter]

We have been pawns in her game since I was born

And you grew, up

We grew up

If you wanted to stay out of her game

You shouldn’t have left us

And stirred up

The pieces

‎‎

[Jacin] (Spoken) (Sigh) Princess, I already care about you more than I should

‎‎

[Winter] More than you should?

‎

[Jacin] ‎And I would bring you far away if I could

‎

[Winter] If you could??

‎

[Jacin]

Could get past her! Evade her wrath! I’m not strong enough! You should know that-

There is nothing I would do to put you in danger and we both know I’m tired of this act

I want to keep you safe but I can’t do that without contact

‎

[Winter]

What I know is that-

(Sung) You’ve lived inside this bubble for way too long and its time to

You’ve always called me trouble, it follows me out of line you

Know that if you’re not around I’ll never be safe. True

that if you were ever to die

I would die too

‎

[Jacin] And that’s exactly why-

‎

Chorus

[Winter] What if we ran away?

‎

[Jacin] If we ran away

‎

[Jacin] I wouldn’t be able to protect you

[Winter] We could live our lives Levana won’t affect you

‎

[Jacin] (Spoken)

That’s not something we can afford

There's a target on your head with a reward!

[Winter] (Sung)

So why don’t we just step off the game board?

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‎

[Winter] - Verse 2

If we could be what we see in the mirror

Our whole lives just a little bit clearer

Would you really pass that up?

...And Frown?

‎

[Jacin]

...And if the mirror’s underwater

Would you still take that offer?

What lengths are you willing to go

...To drown?

‎

[Winter]

You’re a good talker, I might be her naive stepdaughter

But there’s just some things you can’t hide under a gown

Besides, I don’t know how to swim, and I won’t learn on a whim

So if anything I’ll be running out of town

‎

[Jacin] Winter-

‎

[Winter]

Just keep your faith

and maybe someday

We can live to see somebody overthrow her

But what difference would we make?

This is all a mistake

If we leave today, we can live the way we were

Chorus

[Jacin] We can’t escape, this is a deadly game

[Winter] Why can't we escape, and just run away?

‎

[Both]

I’m not gonna be the one to hurt you

This game we play is a never-ending chord

I wouldn’t be able to stand what you’d go through if we

‎

[Jacin](Sustained) Ran away

[Winter] (Sustained) Stayed

‎

[Winter] So why don’t we just step off the game board?

‎

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[Winter] - Bridge

I know, that we can’t get around, but

If we go, where we’ll never be found

‎

[Jacin] It’s not possible

‎

[Winter] It’s possible

‎

[Both]

Would you rather drown?

I can’t lose you right now

‎

Chorus

[Jacin] We can’t escape, this is a deadly game

[Winter] Why can’t we escape, and just run away?

‎

[Both]

There hasn’t been a time I haven’t loved you

Our love has barely been explored

In the midst of all this discord

‎

[Winter] So why don’t we just step off the game board?

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[Both] - Outro

I wish we could just step off the game board

(I wish we could just step off the game board)

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[gingerale2017]

Honesty

Wincin - Day 1 of wincin ship weeks.

Winter sat patiently on the dark bench. She sat outside, but not quite outside, Artemisia Palace. Part of her longed to go to the menagerie but the other part told her to stay seated. And wait for the rotten thaumaturges that Selene dear decided to keep.

Sighing, she checked her portscreen (which she was finally getting the hang of) and saw the time. They were officially twenty minutes late.

Winter decided if they don't show up in the next five minutes, she would leave. She's been on a non-stop traveling schedule since she became an ambassador.

Then, two minutes into her five-minute timer, the thaumaturges walked in. Winter always despised the way they walked, like they deserved everything in the world.

Jacin was behind them and Winter's heart thumped with joy to see him again. He nodded at her but that wasn't enough. She pecked his lips and then focused on the blood-sucking thaumaturges.

"Ambassador Hayle, Sir Clay, it is an honor to make your acquaintance. I apologize for the time, we had a little mix-up with the guards, " the thaumaturge smiled, "I am Emera Hylo and this is my brother, James Hylo."

"Twins, " Winter mused.

"Precisely, I am- used to be a higher ranking thaumaturge than him but that was until Her Majesty dissipated the rankings. We are all thaumaturges now, " Emera sounded irritated at Selene's choice. Winter couldn't help but smile out of pride. Her dear cousin, the queen, managing to irritate her tormentors? How ironic.

"Anyways, let us get started on this small problem, " James butted in.

"Yes let us, " she smiled and so the problem-solving began.

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"I swear that they were lying with each syllable, " Winter hissed, "honestly, they couldn't have lied better? It was clear that they messed up the Artemesia Port Traveling system, they just couldn't get caught."

"Make sure to tell that to Cinder, " Jacin advised, "that the thaumaturges can't be bothered to learn some honesty."

She giggled as they turned a corner. After that fiasco of a meeting, they had to report the problem and the solution to Selene.

"I hope she fires them."

"Me too," Winter held Jacin's hand. He tensed, of course, before squeezing it. She looked up. He was as modest and stoic as ever, and he looked so handsome in this light.

Oh right, he looked handsome in every light. She giggled again, making him look at her, "what?"

"Nothing, just wondering how you are so handsome everywhere we go, " Jacin looked up in she saw the barest pink touch his cheeks.

She smiled in accomplishment, "looks who's talking, " he muttered and she smiled even more.

"I guess we are two pods in a pea, you and I."

"That's not how it goes."

"I know. I changed it."

"Oh."

Tagging: @kaiderforever @jacihayle @winterrhayle @just2bubbly @shelbylmkaider @shellyseashell @zephyr-thedragon @greasicookies @greenalmond @deprivedmusicaljunkie @the-wee-woo-rita ask if you wanna be added or removed :)

I am so happy that I get to write for the ship weeks (it's my first time!) and I am so grateful!

See you later!

-Angie

[iko-shipper]

💙 Blog Intro 💙

Name: Iko

Occupation: Full time shipper :)

Pronouns: She/her

I write one shots and smut on request, any ship from the Rampion crew :)

[half-heaven]

Baby Winter and Jacin

Prompt: Smile

Day 2 of Jacinter week

So much fun to draw 💕💕

Well, I wasted some of your time.

Later

[asmileyoucouldbottle]

Sunshine Girl- Jacinter

This was one of my first tlc fics, but I just found it and edited it, so I thought I’d post for TLC Ship Weeks run by the lovely @kaiderforever! It’s technically for AU Day (day 6) but I’m late bc I didn’t have wifi :’)

Sunshine Girl- Jacin and Winter are decorating the nursery in preparation for their first child.

Word Count- 786 (just fluff)

~*~ “Should the comforter be pink or purple?”

“Mmmm, don’t you think lilac sounds much better than purple? It reminds me of faraway fairy tale colors...”

Jacin made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat as Winter shut one eye, studying the white child’s cradle. “I think that the comforter should be rose, and the decorations baby blue.” she responded finally, turning to face Jacin with a sunny smile. Her joy was infectious, and she saw Jacin grin slightly to himself as he spread the baby blanket over the mini mattress. “Whatever you say my princess.”

Swaying as she hummed thoughtfully, Winter sat down on a rocker, resting her hands on her huge belly. “You know you don’t have to call me princess anymore.”

“I know.” Jacin made his way around the collection of unopened toys and baby gifts, and bending down to touch her nose with his own, he continued, “But you’ll always be a princess to me.”

Closing her eyes, she replied lightheartedly, ”And you’ll always be my guard.”

“Let’s hope you won’t ever need one again.” he lightly brushed his lips against hers, before straightening up to choose which pillows to put on the cradle.

“I like the lavender lace one.” Winter inclined her head to the pillow he held in his left hand. “It reminds me of the beautiful bouquet you made me when we visited Scarlet-friends farm.”

Winter saw Jacin blush slightly at the memory, hiding his face from her as he gently placed the pillow on the bed, fluffing it tenderly. Seeing him so vulnerable made Winter grin, she knew it was hard for him to put down his defenses.

Jacin turned back to her before she had a chance to smother her smile. “What’s got you so giddy?” he asked teasingly, continuing to hold her gaze even as he bent down to put extra pillows in the blue blanket box.

“Oh, I was just thinking about how it’ll look with a baby.” she said breezily, patting her belly. Now Jacin smiled too, pushing the pink curtains back to let light flood the room. It was a Sun Day in Artemisia, and Winter loved how the golden rays made Jacin’s hair glisten like shimmering icicles.

“Perfect.” Jacin’s voice brought her back from a vision of touching his icicle hair and it shattering, and Winter shivered.  Her visions weren’t completely done with, but the surgery, and Jacin, had definitely helped. Now they weren’t always scary, but knowing that part of her mind didn’t belong to her still made her wary.

“Are you okay?” He asked, having noticed her smile’s brief fall. Nothing ever slipped past Jacin.

“Perfect.” she responded, looking around the room. “I think we should paint the walls sunshine color.” she said abruptly, her lips curling mischievously.

Jacin frowned slightly in confusion. “You mean yellow?”

“I mean sunshine! Like the golden light that makes everything prettier and warmer and happier.”

Shaking his head yet bemused, Jacin bent down and picked up a can of paint. “Sunshine it is.” Leaning over to peer at the color, Winter’s eyes widened at the sunny yellow that complimented to other colors in the room, indeed making everything look brighter.

“Oh!” Winter clasped her hands together, “It’s perfect!”

Jacin’s mouth twisted to the side proudly, and dipped a huge paintbrush in the can of sunshine. He then turned and lifted his arm, letting his hand brush against the plain wall, leaving a streak of sun.

Winter jumped to her feet, swaying slightly under the weight of the baby in her belly. “I would like to help!”

Jacin nodded, motioning toward a tray of brushes. Instead of grabbing a large one like his however, Winter took a tiny detail brush and, turning to the cradle, dipped it in the paint.

Delicately, she painted a tiny circle on the white cradle. Mesmerized, she made little rays from the circle with paint creating a tiny, but no less spectacular, sun.

Enchanted, she touched her finger to the drying paint. The expecting mother turned to see Jacin watching her fascination, a small knowing smile on his face.

“Did you know that on Earth, there’s a season called summer where the shine shines all the time, filling the planet with warmth and light?

“Like that time we visited Scarlet-friend, was that summer?”

“Yep.”

“Summer…  sounds like sunshine.” She mused. “Summer.” Winter tastes the word. She looked at Jacin, eyes dancing. “I like it.” Looking into his grey-blue eyes, she can tell that he understands.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He covered her hand, still on the painting, with his. Hands pressed together, the two cover the miniature sun in love for each other, and their daughter, Summer.

[janisarkisian]

You Will Be Found

It’s song lyric day!!!!!! I had been planning this one for a while, and it ended up being shorter than intended, but whatever. Hope you enjoy! The Song is You Will Be Found from Dear Evan Hansen bc I just can’t get enough of that musical. 

Word Count: 653

Jacin woke in a start. It wasn’t surprising that he was in a cold sweat. It happened whenever he dreamed. Because he was always dreaming of her. 

He tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use. The Rampion was cold and dark at night, which reminded him all too much of the menagerie after pretending to kill Winter. Peeking over at the bed beside his, Jacin sighed in relief. Winter appeared to be sleeping peacefully, although he never could quite tell. Her thoughts were unreadable. 

When he finally realized she was safe, fatigue entered his brain. He fell asleep again with her radiant face permanent in his thoughts. 

***

He was walking through a forest that got more lovely the farther into it he got. It had started simply as a normal forest, with trees and dirt. But the plants got more beautiful and the trees were no longer green. No. Now the trees were shades of pink and purple. There was green moss on the ground that looked so perfect it couldn’t have been real. None of this could have. 

Already trembling from the beauty of the forest, Jacin dropped to his knees when he saw the most beautiful thing in the forest. 

It was Winter. 

She looked just as she had in that tank with letumosis, except much more glowing. He saw hints of letumosis, but they were hardly there. There wasn’t a strand of her hair out of place, and there were flowers braided through it. And what she was wearing was certainly not the dirty dress he had “killed” her in. The style was the same, but this dress was gold. 

It was shining brightly and Jacin knew it was the most beautiful he had ever seen her. He saw her chest rising and falling, signaling that she wasn’t dead. Just asleep. 

He was tempted to open the case and leave a single kiss to her lips, but he refrained. 

All of a sudden, Winter’s chest stopped moving. He rushed to her, but it was too late. She was dead. 

Panic surged through his veins. She couldn’t be dead. It was Winter. Quirky, funny, beautiful Winter. He needed her alive. He didn’t want to live without her. 

Apparently, the forest didn’t want to live without her either. Slowly but surely, the colors started to fade away. His world was turning black and white. 

***

A whimper woke him. He was in a cold sweat again. Like an instinct, Jacin looked over at the bed next to him. Winter was still there. She was still breathing. 

Even though she was physically okay, Jacin knew there was something wrong from the moment he looked at her. She was whimpering and tossing in her bed. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to get her back to sleep, but he knew he had to wake her up. 

“Winter,” he whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and most would think she looked beautiful, majestic even. But he knew better. She was scared. 

“J-jacin?” she was crying now. 

He began stroking her hair. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m here.” 

Winter started to sob. “It’s the third night. The same dream. Scarlet is killing Aimery, and I’m there with a big smirk on my face, not caring about stopping it. When Aimery dies, I send Scarlet-friend to go kill more Levana supporters,” she choked on her tears, “Am I a monster?”

He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the question. Winter was the most kind, compassionate person he knew, and she was wondering if she was a monster! 

“Winter,” he started patiently, “You are not a monster. I know you don’t know who you are right now, but none of us do.” He gazed into beautiful eyes. It felt like she was pulling him into a trance. “Trust me,” he said, placing a single kiss on her lips, “You will be found.” 

[crescentchat]

Runaway (Jacinter)

HIIIIIIIIII! I’M FINALLY POSTING THIS! please reblog and whatnot. Love u guys!! Read here on AO3

@deprivedmusicaljunkie @greenalmond @gingerale2017 @zephyr-thedragon @the-wee-woo-rita @kaiderforever @jacihayle (i’ll come up with more tags later)

Finished: 07/26/21

Words: 1,367

act I

Spring comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb.

And almost right on time, on a drizzly grey evening, a lion knocked delicately on the door of Clay Manor.

She looked like she had been through hell and back. She was wearing a white wedding dress that had been sullied with mud and battered with rain. Her fingers and her neck were adorned with opulent silver jewelry, her left ring finger home to a giant pearl. Tucked in her black hair was a flowery veil that was dangerously close to falling to the ground. There were no shoes on her feet.

Despite her wild appearance, drenched in rain and breathing heavily, she did not appear overly distraught. In her deep, hazel eyes, there was no fear or worry of rejection. 

The girl swallowed. “Hello. I am in trouble.”

Jacin took her in once again. 

She was so beautiful. 

“Hello, Trouble.”

act II

Winter was the runaway bride’s name and she was most definitely trouble. 

She was the stepchild of Levana Blackburn, the matriarch of the Blackburns, one of the most mysterious crime families in the Capitol. 

Levana had arranged a marriage between her and Aimery Park, from who Jacin had heard tales of debauchery. When the engagement was first announced, Winter thought she was doing good in the name of her father, but as she walked up the aisle, she knew this isn’t what her father would have wanted.

She kicked her shoes off that very moment, and ran, ran, ran until it felt she was gliding over the grass.

Winter said that she flying with the birds, and that’s when it occurred to Jacin, she has gone mad with fever. Or exhaustion. Or both.

He called for the maids to prepare a bedroom for her and to nurse her to health. 

She gave her a close-lipped grin, a smirk almost, which at the moment he couldn’t decipher what it meant. But as the month would go on, oh he would find out.

act III

That night, Jacin sat in his chambers. He was hunched over on his bed, fingers laced together and pressed against his face.

How could she have run so fast in her dress, and no one caught her? She didn’t specify how long she had been running, but Winter had been in his Manor for almost 2 hours recounting her story, and no one had come for her. 

Maybe she was lying. Ran away from a spur-of-the-moment marriage, and regretted it. Not some dubious arranged one.

Or maybe she was from the psych ward, that was 20 kilometers whichever way. Jacin had heard stories from there- the staff being just as demented as their patients. It wasn’t a far stretch for a heartbroken widow or divorcee to go crazy and run away. That would explain the talk of flying.

No matter, though. He would take care of her until whoever was looking for her came and found her. It shouldn’t be too long. 

act IV

Jacin woke up to being shaken, excitedly. 

“Sire Clay, good morning!” A honied voice said, almost whimsical. “Please wake!”

Seconds later when he grasped what was going on, he bolted upright. “Miss Winter!” He exclaimed. “This is highly inappropriate!”

Winter smothered a giggle by putting a hand over her plump lips, to no avail. She was wearing gardening pants, and a yellow-tinged silk shirt. Probably one of the maid’s. Where were the maids anyways? “I’m sorry, Sire, but please look outside.” 

He scoffed, in shock, only glancing at the window but not actually looking out it. “You have are sick, please go back to quarters and let the maids take care of you-”

She sprung off the bed and trotted over to the window, and swinging it open. Her voice was hushed yell when she uttered, “Come here.”

Jacin shook his head and slipped out of his white covers. His face was on fire.

She stepped to the side to give him room.

And there, out of broad morning light were 2 wolves playing. They were nipping, and snarling happily, and tumbling over one another.

What were wolves doing all the way out here? Sure the manor was near a forest, but not close enough for any wildlife other than deer to meander all the way out here. 

“They are my friends,” She said, sighing wistfully. “I made them last night.”

“What? You mean you ran through the forest?” 

“Yes. The wolves ran with me.” She peered up at him, warmly, and smiled the same peculiarly cute smile from last night.

act V

Each day was something new. 

The next day, Winter disappeared, leaving Jacin to search for her for an hour until she came back with a basket full of ripe and fat tomatoes. She told Jacin that the wolves came back to her, and led her to a farm where a wolf with red fur gifted her the tomatoes.

The day after, Winter asked that he give his blessing to the strong moon phoenix and the blushing monarch in marriage.

And then in the night, she challenged him to climb the tallest tree in the forest, so they could point the witty aviator in the direction of his star princess.

There was no farm nearby. There was no blushing prince, and there was no aviator.

But he found himself pretending that there was, obliging her requests. 

And soon it was real too. 

The flower crowns they weaved for each other became sturdy and crystalized, they became the king and queen of the Clay Manor.

The maids became their subjects, and they would throw galas every night where they would dance like madmen. Their bland, cotton clothes would become shimmering garments. The rather pathetic phonogram would become a giant and professional orchestra.

Jacin had caught her fever. The smile, he now knew, was mischievous and alluring. He wore the same one whenever they would take off their shoes and chase the wolves across the fields. 

It felt like, for an entire month, that he was constantly drunk. Giddy and emotional. Light but muddied thoughts. 

Oh, but then summer came. Sweltering and disgusting, cracked and dry, you can imagine how quickly Jacin sobered up when a veiled Madame Levana Blackburn knocked on the mahogany front door.

act VI

Levana was the lion, dressed in silky lamb clothes, Jacin found out. 

“Where is that brat,” she spat. She said it like a demand, not a question. Each step she took was practically a stomp. 

“My step-daughter, obviously. You know who I am talking about, young man.”

Jacin straightened his back, despite being surrounded by Levana’s cronies. “I’m afraid not.”

Levana inched closer. “I’ll give you something else to be afraid of. Where is she?”

A maid perked up. “We have had no visitor since Sire Clay’s father left-”

Madame Blackburn whipped around, slapping the maid with her red-nailed hand. “I refuse to have a lowly servant speak to me this way-” 

Jacin grabbed Levana’s elbow, causing Levana’s men to lunge at him too. Two men were holding him back now, kicking him to his knees. 

“I WILL FIND HER.” She declared, enraged.

“Here I am!” The queen of Trouble said, standing barefoot on the balcony that was a story up and holding onto a curtain. There was anger in her eyes, but the mischievous smile was still on her lips. 

Winter was supposed to stay hidden, but here she was, swinging down and kneeing Levana in the face while in mid-air. 

Levana’s men let go of Jacin to ade to their Mistress, leaving Winter landing on the ground next to him. She looked just as wild and free as the day she knocked on his door.

“Let’s run away together,” simply and youthful. 

They burst out the front entrance, and Jacin understood what she meant. What everything meant. They ran so fast, they really did fly. 

The wolves and their fiery rouge alpha sent them off with a howl. The aviator and the small princess in his arms, winking at them smugly. The moon phoenix and her mechanical wings, and the nervous prince gave them passing glances and smiles. 

Where would they be among them?

[cinderskai]

tlc ship weeks 2021

winter x jacin, day 1: honesty

I wish I could be honest with you.

Tell you I love you,

have always loved you,

describe all the ways I want to love you,

I want to bring you bouquets of lilies and new embroidery thread

just to see the smile on your face,

talk about everything and anything

(I could listen to your voice forever),

read this poem to you,

tell you you’re beautiful even though

you already know,

run my hands through your hair without looking behind our backs,

kiss you until you can’t speak,

be alone with you,

not Princess and Guard

just Winter and Jacin.

But the Queen watches us like a hawk,

beady eyes

waiting for me to falter and break,

to prove I care.

It’s a treacherous game,

walking on eggshells around you

when all I want to do is share everything with you,

but a necessary one

to protect you.

She is right about one thing—

I am the best guard you could ever have:

I would burn down the rest of the world

if it would protect you.

I will never let her get to you through me.

Let her try;

you may be Winter, but I am ice,

unbending, frozen

in her Majesty’s presence.

(Here is the secret I hide under my frigid skin,

the one I can never admit to you or anyone else:

You are the only one

who can melt me.)

This is the only way I can protect you.

I wish I could be honest with you, but

I’m sorry,

I

can’t.

ao3

[ladyvesuvia]

Its basically different prompts for every day each week. It started yesterday and this week its wincin. Todays prompt is runaway. @kaiderforever had the specifics for it. I would love to see your work!

saw this just now oml

oooo i found the list :)) would be highly unlikely for me to do something for it because i’m currently uninspired to write for tlc right now :<

sorry bb but i do plan on writing more for the fandom once i reread the series for the third time hope u understand <3 maybe next time!

[gingerale2017]

Mirror

Wincin - Day 7 of the wincin ship weeks

Jacin chucked the ball, aiming for the tiny basket he and Winter set up across the room. He made it, again, and whooped.

Winter groaned, “I don’t understand why you keep winning?!” she complained.

He grinned, “‘Cause I’m stronger, and faster, and smarter, and-”

“And weird, and gross, and bossy,” she noted, “especially bossy.”

“Please, I’m not as bad as some people.”

“Like the aristo- aristocats?”

“Aristocrats.”

“Right. They are so mean, even to me!”

“I think that they are worse to me,” Winter giggled at his statement. She got up and dusted off her dress.

“Come on, lunch awaits,” she squealed, but Jacin then remembered about the discovery he made the other day.

“Before lunch, can I show you something real quick?” he asked. He was actually very excited to show her this, but it had to be kept secret. Levana would probably kill them if they found out. As a ten year-old and a twelve year-old ran through the palace, no one gave them a second thought, so there was a low chance she would find out.

Still holding Winter’s hand, he stopped before a closet. He lowered his voice to sound more mysterious, “behold, inside is the most curious creation of mankind that I, Jacin Clay, have discovered. It has been banned in all of Luna, so I am the first, and only, to find it.”

Her eyes widened, and her lips curled with mischief, “well, dearest explorer, I, Princess Winter of Artemisia, would like to know what in the world is in the closet,” she giggled, “is it forbidden candy?”

“No.”

“Forbidden toys?”

“Nope.”

“Forbidden animals?”

“Nuh, uh.”

Winter huffed and placed her hands on her hips, “then what is it?” she whined.

Jacin smiled, “you’re gonna love it!” He opened the door to reveal an old closet and led Winter inside. There was a box where he hid the item and lifted the cover up.

She gasped, “is that- is that a mirror?” she asked astounded.

“Yes, it was just rotting here. I getting something for dad and it was in a box. Do you like it?”

“Yes! I’ve only seen one once before my stepmother forbidden them, ” Winter giggled excitedly as she picked up the handheld mirror.

“It's forbade, ” Jacin corrected, “and your welcome.”

She looked away from her reflection. Then she giggled some more and hugged him, “thank you Jacin, you are the bestes friend ever!”

“Best, ” he corrected again. He let his smile show and hugged her back. Then he coughed. Way to ruin the moment, he thought.

Taking a step back he let Winter study the mirror. She put it down, “we better go before someone comes,” she murmured looking at the old item one last time, “ok, let’s go.”

She extended a hand which he took, smiling again. He felt good today, he hasn’t felt this way for a while, ever since there were rumors of Jacin possibly becoming a palace guard. His father knew that he wanted to be a doctor and when he voiced this, dad only responded, ‘this is out of our control’.

Jacin shook the thought out of his head and let himself be led down the halls by Winter, back to her quarters to play whatever she wanted to play.

They imagine that they are in a mirror where one side is the happy universe and the other is the sad universe. They imagine that they are on the happy side when truly they are on the sad side

He liked imagining with her, it was another way to be happy. He could tell she liked it too. They imagined unrealistic scenarios where they are happy. They imagine being happy.

And they imagine together.

Tagging: @jacihayle @kaiderforever @just2bubbly @winterrhayle @zephyr-thedragon @deprivedmusicaljunkie @greasicookies @greenalmond @shelbylmkaider @shellyseashell @the-wee-woo-rita (ask if you want to be added or removed)

[half-heaven]

Starbucks AU (why? because why not...)

Prompt: AU day

Jacinter Ship Week, Day 4

Chapter 1

Iko's accident

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Scarlet observed the bustling crowd around them. Recently, the place had become ten times more busy, courtesy of their pretty recruit. Winter would smile at the customers and Scarlet could swear she heard them swoon. She wouldn't complain. She had brought more business than Scarlet thought the team could manage. Though she could do without the problems having someone that pretty brought.

As manager, it was her job to keep the employees working, the business running, and the customers happy. But above all, keep the team safe. Which was why she hired a new security guard for the building.

His figure sat at a table not too far from where she stood. He was a stoic from what she could tell. When he was given orders, he would comply immediately. He never complained, never bothered anyone, he hardly spoke, and when he did it would be a snarky remark. His name was Jacin, or so she was told. She didn't mind. As long as the workers were safe, his comments would slide.

A blue haired girl ran past her from behind the counter. Cinder's voice called out to her to slow down before she spilt the drinks. Her brow furrowed. She could smell trouble. Iko's accidents usually brought it about.

Scarlet looked back to the cash register, checking for any mishaps or problems. Cinder was talking to the customer in front of her. She could tell that she was stressed by the number of people. Scarlet let her eyes drift to the open space behind her. In front of the drive-thru window was Thorne. From the laughs outside, she could guess that he was 'charming' the passenger. She wasn't too surprised. It had been a recurring problem with him.

She glared at him, eyes burning wholes into the back of his head. He turned and gasped before slamming the sliding window shut. He gave a trying grin. He turned around and pretended to work for a bit, then looked back. She eyed him carefully. Thorne's head swung back towards the window and he began working again.

Scarlet heard another warning from Cinder and her focus turned back to her. She was telling Iko to slow down.

She looked around the store again and set her eyes on WInter, the reason they had so many customers. She was also the reason they hired a security guard. The customers loved to 'accidentally' touch a thigh or 'coincidentally ' cop a feel. She had to have Wolf drive over to handle it occasionally.

The woman was beyond gorgeous. Scarlet would often ask her why she worked in a Star Bucks when she could be a runway model. Winter would simply laugh.

Another warning from Cinder was heard behind her. Iko was still running to tables. Before Scarlet could intervene, she heard a crash and a bang. She whipped her head in the direction of the problem and cringed. Iko was covered and covered the customer in an Americano. From the scream of pain from both, she guessed it was hot. That would be nasty.

The man sitting at the table yelled and cursed at the blue-haired female. His voice was angry and outraged. His words were clear and precise, stinging the bystanders with their intensity though they weren't the ones facing the brunt. Must be an English major.

Iko apologized fervently, clearly sorry for the inconvenience. Though it was beyond an inconvenience at this point. Scarlet looked to Jacin for any sign on intervention. He looked as interested as a child taking medicine. In other words, he couldn't care less. She realized that she would have to fix this before things got out of hand.

If only she moved sooner.

"Please don't take it out on Iko, sir. She simply made a mistake. We can provide you with a full refund." A musical voice said.

Winter must have heard the disturbance and come to help. Iko looked grateful as Winter stepped in front of her, as if to shield her from the anger radiating off his form. A few onlookers pulled out their phones to record. Oh boy were things spiralling out of control.

Scarlet looked back behind the counter and saw Cinder. She looked worried. Thorne and Cress were behind her. Cress was hiding behind Thorne, head tucked into his bicep. Thorne's arm came to pull her tighter to him. The whole store was watching at this point.

She looked back to Jacin and saw that he was now alert, finally. Scarlet straightened her back and walked to the center stage of the problem.

"Sir, what seems to be the problem?" Though it was a question, she said it like a statement. He didn't like that one bit.

"You know what the damn problem is!" He yelled. His hands flexed into fists. Not a good sign.

"Sir, let's calm down before one of us gets hurt." She said calmly. She really shouldn't have said that.

"Is that a threat?" His voice was menacing. It was low and challenging. Scarlet felt fire in her veins. She really should've listened to Wolf's advice on not engaging in fights.

"More like a suggestion."

"You little-"

"Sir, please calm down," Winter interjected. She reached out her hand to calm him. Hand midair, he grabbed her wrist harshly and yanked, bringing her down with the force of it.

Winter yelped and Scarlet barely heard the screeching of a chair on the floor through the blood rushing in her ears. She raised her hand. Before she could defend Winter a hand grabbed the man's free arm and twisted it behind him, effectively trapping him. The man let go of winter's wrist and reached back to punch Jacin. He dodged and grabbed the man's elbow, pulling it back to a painful angle. Scarlet winced at the sight.

The man let out a painful howl, twisting and jerking to get out of the hold. Every way he turned looked even more odd and unnatural than the first. Iko turned away and made a gagging sound. Winter watched Jacin hold him. Her eyes shone with...something.

"Leave." Was all Jacin said before throwing him out. The store was quiet for a few minutes, the heaviness still palpable. Though after some time, things went back to normal.

Winter went up to Jacin a little bit after the ordeal. Her smile growing as she approached him. Jacin looked up and quirked a brow. Her eyes softened. She crouched down and kissed his cheek, lingering for a few moments. His eyes were wide.

"Thank you, Jacin." She smiled at him. She walked away after that. A screeching Iko was heard across the store.

Scarlet watched as Cinder chastised Iko on her manners. Her eyes looked behind them to see Cress blushing. Must be entertaining.

She looked back to Winter who went on as if nothing happened. But something did, something new.

Though no one would have seen it, not if they weren't paying attention, there was the smallest hint of red at the top of Jacin's ears. His face was turned away from her, facing the window beside him. Scarlet watched from the corner of her eye as a small smile reached his lips.

At least one good thing came from Iko's accident.

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thx for reading.

[tarnishedhalo]

Observations

{A Vignette written cooperatively with the lovely Pumpkin-Mun ( @ronmanmob ) and myself }

It was not unlike filming a nature programme. Wild Kingdom but in place of animals, there were inmates.

He hadn’t caught the entirety of the conversation but Ron’s voice was unmistakable just then. “Mean it as a compliment, madam, when I say I could lissen t’ya read aht th’phonebook ‘n not get bored f’even a moment.”

And suddenly he’s scribbling notes about this.

And the way his sister smiles at Ron, that waifish look about her that brings to mind downy April afternoons and pixie-coloured clouds. He hasn’t seen that smile on her face...since they left Hawai’i what feels like a lifetime ago. And internally, Riley’s sending out a firmly geared riot squad, loaded for bear.

Then something about her ability to finger-knit being abjectly fascinating, and he actually enjoys listening to her drone on about the joys of Hawai’i. Riley doesn’t know what’s more infuriating, the fact that he thinks Ron’s pulling one over on her, or the fact that she���s gotten more words out of the man in half an hour than he does in a week of sessions.

So of course the moment she’s out of ear shot he brings the very thing up. “I think you’re putting one over on her.”

 The very look he’s given takes Riley aback, makes him wish he was still in a tiger cage by the sheer ferocity of it, paired with a very terse, 'Beg y'pardon, what?'

He corrects course. “You’re messing with her. Ah...humouring her.” Riley thought he’d had a handle on the local slang.

'N 'ere I f'ort y'knew me bettah. Ain't got th'energy t'umor folks I don't av tah.' A pointed look at Riley. 'She's a nice lady. 'As a nice voice. Got good numbahs abaht 'er. Why'd I wanna 'urt tha? Aye?'

"You have siblings. I'm sure you know what it's like not to have a moment of...oh, nice. Nice, Mr Kray. And she is a nice girl. And that's why I don't really want her out and about with your...peers. So I am hoping you took my hint and decided to try to...dissuade her visits."

'I 'av bruvvahs, which're different t'girls.. .. ..There's shark infested wa'ers 'ere, I know. I live 'ere. Bu' I doubt she'd lissen if I tried. Got some will in 'er, that'n.'

"Believe me I know. Been trying to fix that my whole life. And she clearly won't listen to me, so maybe she might you. I think she's a bit sweet on you. Thinks of you less as a patient and more as a friend. How does that make you feel...then?"

A blink. 'Didn't say she needed fixin'. Said she's got a strong will. 'N I ain't 'er patient, am I. M'one'a yours. If she likes Ron th'person, I don't see any wrong in tha. Adult woman, ain't she. Knows 'erself 'n wha' she likes in people. Knows 'oo I am. Wha' I am - convict; priz'nah; skizafrenik crozzie addict, right?.. .. ..Any time she's in tha' day room there's guards. Y'know tha'. 'N when she ain't there she ain't anywhere else wiv patients in it.. .. ..I feel y'fear, bruvvah-Bef.. ..Fink she'll be alrigh though.'

"Thank you, Mr Kray but I think I know what's best for my sister." Clearly Riley disagrees about her being broken. "She does in fact care about you, thinks you're badly maligned. She has an idea of you that fits in with her view of the world, and you've gone above and beyond letting her believe that, and for that, I commend you. But she's not..you don't understand. My sister is...special. The world doesn’t make much sense to her. But that's really not my point." 

A pause, a sigh. "Yes, you're a convicted man, and yes, you have an illness. And this conversation is about you, not her. What I want to know is...how does it effect you to have someone admire you unconditionally? Do you find conversations with her helpful to your day to day, or is it simply a distraction from the situation you're in? What fear is it that you think you share?"

"Me fear? Mate, there's worse than me by leagues tha' live 'ere. Y'know tha. Y'read their files. I empa'fize wiv y'concern abaht y'siblin'. If me sistah Violet 'ad survived 'n lived t'be Bef's age 'n decided t'volunteer in a mental ward I'd worry meself inta th'friggin' place. There's dangerous people 'ere. I undastand y'concern. 'N 'ow admiration effects me? Same as it would you, I fink. Makes y'feel nice abaht y'self a li'le, don't it. 'Avin' someone t'talk wiv 'oo don't wince at th'look ov yah, or try 'n dissect y'for 'idden meanin's 'n this 'n tha's. She's jus Bef, 'n she takes me as jus Ron. 'N tha's pleasant. Enjoy 'er company; she's nice, like I say. Easy t'lissen tah. Don't want nuffin' off us. Don't ask miracles. Don't pick at me past. She's all, ow y'doin' t'day Ronnie?. Opin' f'good, yeah?. Got yah paper? Wan do d'crosswords wid me?.. .. ..People don't talk t'me like tha' 'ere.. ..S'nice. Special bu'.. .. ..' 

Then gentleness in his regard curdles into something a lot more sour. 'Not like you say th'word.. ..Wha's mattah? Fink she's a bit like me? Bit touched? Tha' scare yah?'

A metric ton of new notes with circles and arrows, jotted down crisply 

"Do you often feel others react poorly when they interact with you, or are trying to winnow information from you, searching for something else? And no, I don't count. What makes her easier to listen to? The fact that she seems like she doesn't want anything other than your company or seek to correct your behaviour? You must know you need to realise that you are, at times, erratic and can pose danger to yourself or others, something that lent itself to your previous line of work, no doubt. But by learning the right tools, you can help monitor yourself. "How do you perceive people here talking to you? I've noticed most of the others tend to give you a wide berth if they can, and I think I might like to add a group session once or twice a month to your schedule." A glance up from the notes. "How do you think I mean that, Mr Kray? When I call her special? What upsets you about that? And if we're to be perfectly honest with each other...yes."

A sharp shake of Ron’s head at the very mention of group sessions. 'Told yah b'fore. I don't want t'talk t'these f'kin people. Maybe two I like th'look ov, 'n tha's jus th'look. Fink they're 'andsome. Bu' tha's it. Got no time f'em beyond tha; no want t'bare me f'kin soul or mind or any soddin' fing while m'sittin' in a li'le circle full'a cunts I'd've given LYE bafs to when I was aht f'wha' they've done t'women; t'children. ' ‘N they know tha, mate. I ain't quiet abaht it. Predatahs, yeah? I fuckin' eat em - even if i's only in their brains. Knowin'. Wincin' aht th'way'a me b'cause they know wha' I've done t'their like 'n wha I will do t'them if I catch 'em off their guard. Men like tha? They ain't werf pr'tectin'. Ain't werf y'time or y'ferapy. They're werf wha' story tellahs said 'appened t'Edward th'Second.. .. ..Y'know abaht 'im? Said t'av caught an 'ot pokah with 'is intestines by way ov 'is arse.. ..Tha's all they're werf.' A brief pause for a sip of tea; changing tracks in his brain.  'Bef's easy b'cause she don't force us f'rew this.' A gesture between them; their conversation indicated. 'Learns us by watchin' 'n seein' - lissenin' when I speak wivaht needin' t'ask f'th user's manual. ' ‘N erratic?' A little chuff. ‘ 'M'told I am. Tellin' a skizafrenik man tha is like callin' wa'er wet though, ain't it. Low 'angin' fruit there. I also 'ear fings 'n get paranoid easy. Paranoid. Skizafrenik.' A point to himself. 'Wa'er's wet.' Ron blinked then. Another track skip. 'Y'answered y'own question there too - special. Y'use th'term t'imply she's mentally ill; some'ow touched, like me.. .. ..Knowin' tha though. Suspectin' it. D'yah support 'er? Elp 'er wiv it, wha'evah it is? Le' 'er know she ain't alone? B'cause I'll tell yah sumfin, I'd've paid me 'ole fortune away when I still 'ad it t'be free'a tha' feelin - th' f'kin soul-destroyin' aloneness ov 'avin' th'world seem so different t'wha it is t'ovvah people; so confusin' 'n...off.'

Riley, caught off guard and quite exposed by the candidness of the conversation, fails to answer the litany presented. His mind races to process information old and new under the glaring light of truth, a battle presented on two fronts; Ron Kray at the vanguard, and a tiny slip of a thing flanking from behind. Her hand is gentle and all feathers and air at the small of his back as she peeks around him. The way she’s always done since she was old enough to walk.

And it’s hard for him not to see her that way still, but also see how much has changed over twenty years and a bit. How confidently she takes the empty chair at Ron Kray’s table as if it’s a Parisian cafe`. Tucks into the little basket at her feet and pulls out a small plate.

“T’ough’ ya migh’ like dis. Our neighbour help f’ make. Called Brandy-snap,” she murmurs, sliding the few precious treats over, with a Vaudville glance at her brother. “But no has real brandy. Someone no li’dat an’ made us leave off.”

She leans over and whispers something into Ron’s ear and Riley’s heart stills, half expecting the man to snap her like a twig there and then. But then his sister laughs and it’s all wind-chimes and apple-trees and still curious, Riley retreats back to his post. Back to observing.

For now.