#I didn't know until recently that there was an order to name children

[baby-alien11]

being Skeet Ulrich daughter and dating Jack Champion

Some people could think that being the child of an icon actor from the 90s will be overwelming, but to you, it was an honnor to be one of the children of Skeet Ulrich

Being the youngest child meant that you were treated like a baby by your family, especially your older siblings who liked to play dress up with you

Mostly putting the ghostface mask that Skeet kept as a memory from Scream on you

When Skeet saw your little body with the big ass mask and a little robe, he only laugh and took a photo of you

You didn't understand the meaning of the mask until you were eight and saw the four movies

So when your father was asked to make a comeback for a new Scream movie, you were the most excited and asked him if you could go with him

But because of the pandemic, his scenes had to be filmed in a green screen, but you went to see the process of filming

While being there, you made a bond with Melissa who played Sam, Billy Lomis daughter, calling her your "half fictional sister"

Radio Silence, the group of directors, even offered you a small cameo in the next movie, which you gladly acepted with your fathers permition due to you still being a minor

So a year later, when the filming in Montreal started, you flew there with your father, due to him having to shoot scenes for the movie

Arriving there, there was a reunion with the current and new cast to get to know each other

That's when you and Jack met

It was nice to have someone your age to hang out in the middle of a cast of young adults and grown ups

He felt the same, but at the same time he was nervous because you were the daughter of Skeet Ulrich, one of the OG ghostface

But with the more time that you both spend together, he realised that you were almost the same chaotic as him

When the time to filming arrived, the directors told you that your cameo will be on one of the first scenes during a Halloween party and your costume will be one of your fathers recent characters, which was a female version of F.P. Jones with your own jacket that the crew of Riverdale gifted you on your sixteen birthday

At the moment that Jack saw you, he was speachless by how beautiful you looked, while you look at him with curiosity because of his diy knight costume

"This is so creative", you laughed analyzing the costume, "I love it"

"Really?", Jack asked with a little smile

"Of course", you exclaimed, "I can already saw a lot of people doing this for actual Halloween"

Hearing that words, the smile that Jack had on his face only grow with confidence

Enough confidence to asked you out on a date at that same moment, which you acepted

On the weekend during Jacks free days, you went to a amusement park with both of your parents supervision due to still being minors

In that date, during one of the games he won a red dragon plushie which he gave to you as a gift

The plushie ended up being named Jake, for American Dragon: Jake Long

During the next weeks of filming, you avoided to go to the set in order to not get spoiled on the entire plot of the movie

So, your interactions with Jack were only during his free times or when he wasn't filming

Dates at his or yours hotel room, at restaurants, parks, etc

Even if your dad tried to see something bad in Jack, he couldn't because the guy was a sweetheart

(When Jack knew he was one of the ghostface, he asked Skeet for advice on his performance, which he was glad to give)

Jacks mom loves you, when he and your dad are on set, she often is making you company, it doesn't matter if it's watching a movie in the hotel or walking on the city

Switching childs was the name that she and your dad gave it

It wasn't until the wrap party, that Jack finally asked you if you wanted to be his girlfriend

Which you gladly acepted

From that moment, and thanks to both of you living in the same city, you often spend time in each others houses

Surprisingly, Butter, his sphynx cat, attached to you quickly, so you often put him inside the pocket of your hoodies, specially when was cold or hug him while taking naps

For a while, both of you decided to keep your relationship private until the Avatar era

It started with him saying things like "my girlfriend...", or things that both of you had done that connect with the question asked

During that days, you and Jack liked to see the reaction of the internet and the theories

The only people who knew where his castmates who had fun in keeping the secret

When the day of the London premier arrived, both of you walked the carpet hand by hand, and taking photos together with some interviews, until you gave him space to take individual photos

Let's say that the internet was crazy after the photos were released

After going public, photos, lives, tiktoks, etc together were almost always

Almost everytime that you open tiktok, you saw at leat five edits of both of you, which you send him

Trinity was like a little sister to you, often hearing her songs everyday

He even managed to you to acompany him to the gym, but you stayed in the cardio machines

When the time of Scream VI arrived, you went with your dad and walk a small part of the carpet with a few photos taken, and then you spent the rest with Jack

Seventeen even mannaged to get an interview with you

"Y/N, you look absolutely beaufitul!", the girl who was the reported exclaimed making you blushed, "What are you wearing?"

"This is Balmain, I wanted to go with the theme, so this black dress was the one"

"It's stunning, how do you feel at being here?"

"It's so cool, I watched the first four movies when I was eight and then I got to be in the set for the last and this one"

"I was informed that you have a cameo, can we know at what moment?"

"I'm just going to say that you'll know when you see me, just pay attention", you joked making her laugh

"And not only you get a cameo out of this movie, also someone special", she said making your face red, "Can we talk about that?"

"Oh my god, I thought I was ready for this question", you laughed, "Yes, I met someone special during this, and it was easy to connect beacuse we were the only minors, and Jack is the sweetest boy that I've ever met, is an adventure everyday with him"

"I just want to say that you are one of the best couples at the moment", she said, "What was your fathers reaction when he knew you and Jack were dating?"

"He was there, and he almost went Billy Loomis mood, but he loves him, don't tell my dad I said that"

"Well, it was nice talking to you, Y/N, you look stunning"

"You look stunning as well, have a good night, enjoy the movie"

During the movie, you almost jumped from your seat when the ghostface reveal was, not noticing that Jack was filming your reaction

y/n.ulrich, masonthegooding, lianaliberato, and 175, 882 more

jackchampion in honor of Scream VI now on cinnemas, I would like to bring this photo of my beautiful girlfriend

tagged: y/n.ulrich

melissabarreram look at my half fictional sister

usser125 this is so cute

jasminesavoy like father like daugther

jack_quaid dude, she is going to kill you

› jackchampion i'm taking the risk

y/n.ulrich okay

devyn_nekoda that answer isn't good

jackchampion, vanessamorgan, deadmeatjames and 39, 181 more

y/n.ulrich don't mess with Billy Loomis daugther

tagged: jackchampion

usser010327 yep, they are couple goals

melissabarreram SAY IT LOUDER SIS

skeetulrich I raised you and your siblings well

› y/n.ulrich thanks dad

deadmeatjames this is final girl material

jackchampion okay, you won

› y/n.ulrich as always

[lovelybrooke]

Life Before (Platonic Yandere Ellie and Joel x reader)

A/N: So, I recently hit 100 followers so thank you very much! Also, I'm slowly running out of ideas for Platonic Yandere The Last of Us, so if any of you have any ideas, please feel free to share. Likes and Relogs are appreciated, please enjoy.

You could barely remember life before Ellie and Joel. You didn't know you parents; you don't even remember their names. Sometimes, when you're alone, you try to conjure them up in the depths of your mind, but they never come to you, always just out of reach. So, you choose to make up your own parents. An idealistic version of them is much better than accepting that they were probably killed or worse, turned into clickers. In your head, they were soldiers fighting for the safety of others, and one day they would come back and wrap you up in their warm arms, shieling you from all that was bad in the world. They never came though, instead, your life went on a different path.

You knew Tess before you knew Joel, only seeing him in glimpses when he was around their shared apartment. You met her when she helped from some FEDRA officers when you were caught stealing rations. While she thought you were annoying, she took pity on you. Since there were no parents to take care of you, Tess allowed you to stay with them, as long as you followed their rules and helped steal stuff for them on occasion. Tess was not a mother, she was cold, and calculating, and she valued her and Joel's safety above everything else, even you own life.

Joel was an enigma. You never talked to him, and when he talked to you, it was to give direct orders like "go there", "do this", "don't do that." He didn't understand why Tess kept you around, seeing you as some random kid that they now have to take care of. He would much prefer if you were out of his hair. He respected Tess and her decisions though, and if she though they should keep you around, then his opinion didn't matter.

Joel didn't start to warm up to you until one random day. Tess was out of the apartment, meaning he was home alone with you. He didn't completely mind, you were quiet, and small, almost sickly, were you eating? That didn't matter. What did mater is that you were sitting at the table, silently mouthing out the words to an old, torn up children's book. Your hair was covering your eyes, blocking your face slightly, making you appear ragged. When he walked closer, he could see that you were struggling to pronounce the words, currently trying to sound out the word 'congratulations.'

"Do you want help?" He asked quietly. You looked up, your big eyes peering into his soul, causing his breath to catch in his throat. You shook your head quickly, looking back down at the book.

Joel watched as you continued to struggle. Why didn't you want help? Were you scared of him? Why should he care if you did? He shook his head and sat down at the table next to you, the chair scrapping across the floor as he dragged it closer to you, causing you to jump up in surprise. You watch as Joel points towards the word, sounding it out.

"Con-grat-ul-ations." He said slowly while pointing to word as he accentuated the syllables. You back at the word and then at him, trying to confirm him motives. He motioned for you to try, taping the finger that was pointed at the word.

"Congratulations." You mumbled; your words slightly jumbled due to the unfamiliar sounds. He gave you a small smile, your eyes lighting up at the expression, pushing you to finish the rest of the book. Spurred on by Joel's help, you began reading everything out loud, correcting yourself when you pronounced a word incorrectly. Joel could help but feel warm, watching this small child feel so incredibly happy at something so simple made him feel a joy he hasn't felt in a long time. The day went on and together, you both spent the rest of the night reading until Tess came back.

Ever since then, you and Joel's relationship blossomed. He liked being your teacher, and you liked that the apartment was slowly starting to feel more like home. Every once in a while, Joel and Tess would argue about you. Tess was baffled by how much Joel was affected by you. On one hand, Joel was dark, rigid, unaffected by cruel world around him. When he got home though, he would help you make dinner and read boring books to you like you were his fucking kid. Joel always denied it though, saying you could disappear tomorrow, and he wouldn't care. If Tess was to offer to take you away, Joel would always defend you, however, which just further proved Tess's point.

However, those fights didn't last long and for a short while, you were happy.

That was until Tess and Joel took a job that involved transporting a girl to Colorado. You didn't think you were going with them at first, but when Joel handed you a bag filled with clothes and provisions, you suddenly were traveling along with them. You were taken from your home, or what you had of a home, and forced to travel with a girl you didn't know, a man you barely knew, and a woman who couldn't care less about you.

Your time traveling with them was less ideal. Even though you and Tess were not on the best of terms, it was terrifying to see her die, and Joel did not do much to comfort you. That was up to Ellie. You and her bonded over the very traumatic events you went through. She would listen to you when you were struggling, when you wanted all this to be over, when you wanted to go home, and the best is that she could relate to you.

Even though, it still hurt to see her and Joel get along so quickly. Ellie was just so easy to like. She was funny, quick witted, and able to hold her own in a fight, something you were unable to do. It was mostly due to the fact that Joel didn't let you near a gun, claiming it was a liability, but also because you were small and weak due to your time living off of the scraps of the Boston QZ. You would try to help them when things went south, but it would always cause more problems.

Your inability to do anything right haunted you. You questioned why Joel brought you along and why he hasn't just left you. And when you saw Joel and Ellie joking around and working as a team without you, you felt like they would be better off without you. And so, you decided to leave. You packed up everything you could and left them both at the break of dawn, before either of them was awake.

You don't remember how far you made it, but it was far enough for a full day to pass before Joel and Ellie found you. They were frazzled, filled to the brim with worry. The moment Joel saw you he enveloped you in a hug so tight that they world around you was completely blocked out by him. Ellie was wiping her eyes, quickly engulfing you once Joel let you go.

"Why did you leave?" Joel was crouched down next to you, his piercing gaze keeping you trapped in place. His large hands held your face steady, forcing you to look at him. His faces was filled with worry and his eyes were darting all over your body, looking for any injurie.

Too overwhelmed, you couldn't answer his questions. When tears started escaping your eyes, Joel wrapped you up in another hug. It was warm, and suddenly you were reminded of the fantasy of your parents. You grabbed onto Joel's shirt, leaning in as close as you could, and continued to sob.

"I'm sorry," You cried.

"It's fine. You're okay." Joel breathed, calming you down. "Just don't leave again."

After that, Joel and Ellie never left you alone, claiming they needed to keep you safe. It worried you how protective they were for you. It was one thing for Ellie to protect you in fights, it's another thing for Joel to bash the head in of raiders who dared to even threaten you. You couldn't blame them though, they've both been through a lot, so it makes sense that they would want to keep the people around them safe, right?

To them though, it was more complex than that. Joel refused to lose anyone else. When he woke up that one day and you were no were to be seen, he was reliving his last moments with Sarah all over again. He quickly woke up Ellie, interrogating her about your whereabouts and when she knew nothing, he was getting everything ready to start looking for you. Ellie was confused and scared, assuming you were taken by someone. She was reminded of Riley, and he just completely switched to autopilot. Everything was about finding you, and she wouldn't stop looking until she did. Once they found you, they promised to never leave you alone again.

Ever sense then, you've always been with them. You traveled all the way to Wyoming with them, where they were able to live their dream of being a family with you. They both knew you went through a lot, and they want to make sure you never have to suffer again, and if it means doing everything they possibly can to keep you from leaving, then so be it.

A/N: I was half asleep when reading this, so I'm sorry for the quality.

[soulessjourney]

Ashes of Panem

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Paring: (young) Coriolanus x Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Ashcroft had trained together since their entry into the academy. However, when their names were drawn, they found themselves pitted against each other and twenty other children in these games. As Y/N became a symbol of rebellion akin to her great grandmother, who vanished shortly after Panem's liberation, the looming threats of war and the approaching games forced Coriolanus and Y/N to forge an alliance. Amidst these challenges, they had to learn to trust and support one another in order to break free from Coin's oppressive regime.

Warnings: None

A/N: Eat up kids, this is girl dinner and my best friend helped me deicde what course of action to take at the end. She's a long one but I hope this feeds you until I can plot how the next couple of drafts will go.

Selection day—the one day of the year that turned into everyone’s personal hell. With the recent changes, you found yourself wearing a knee-length red velvet dress that stopped just below your knees, its collar reaching midway up your neck. One perk was that it had pockets, one of the best inventions for a dress. Your hair cascaded in soft curls, its length falling over your shoulders, stopping just below your shoulder blades.

Navigating through the dense crowd, you moved towards the outskirts, finding solace just off to the side. The conversations with the various district representatives had grown tiresome, feeling more like you were selling yourself rather than seeking aid to stay alive. It left you feeling sick, as if you were begging these people to save you, a sensation that made you feel as pathetic as you appeared.

Startled, you jumped when a glass came into view right in front of your face. Following the hand holding it, you relaxed at the sight of Coriolanus. Despite your indifference for him, you were relieved it was him and not another district official. “You look like you’re about to pass out, drink some water,” he urged, offering the glass again, smiling as you took it. “You look beautiful, by the way. I haven’t had the chance to tell you that tonight.”

“You ditched me the moment we walked in here, Snow. Also, you’re not one for giving out compliments, so what do you want?” you questioned, raising a brow. It was a fact—he didn't usually dole out compliments unless there was something he wanted or someone he wanted to involve in some scheme, and you suspected it wasn’t the latter.

“I don’t want anything. I just enjoy being right. Red is definitely your color, Snowflake. It brings out those eyes of yours,” he shrugged, taking a sip from his glass. “I saw how you were earlier, looking as if you wanted to tear their heads off their shoulders when they tried to touch you,” he continued, drawing your attention back to him. “I won’t let them hurt you, Snowflake. They’d be foolish to even try,” he said, smiling down at you. A blush dusted your cheeks, prompting you to awkwardly turn away from him in an attempt to hide it.

Before you could respond, the Capital anthem started playing through the speakers, signaling the arrival of Cassius Coin, President Coin’s grandson. He walked forward, reaching the end of the balcony that overlooked the room. Soft claps welcomed him, though your classmates appeared mildly annoyed, preferring to be fighting in the arena than standing here in that moment. Raising his hands, Cassius silenced the room, commencing the same speech he gave every year.

“Good evening, students and representatives from the districts. I hope you've been enjoying your evening thus far. As we all know, this is an important evening marking the seventieth year of the Capital Games. Selection night holds historical significance. Many may perceive it as a punishment when, in fact, it is quite the opposite. This is an opportunity for all of you to display your loyalty to New Panem by entering the arena, striving to emerge victorious. In this new world, we've learned that only the strong can survive,” Cassius declared.

Beside you, Coriolanus scoffed. “This has to be the most morbid thing I've ever heard,” he muttered, keeping his gaze forward. Sensing your confusion, he continued, “Saying we should be happy to meet our deaths, I mean. We’ve proven our loyalty throughout our time in this academy, so why do only the games matter?” he grumbled, shifting his gaze down to you. “Some of us don’t deserve this fate,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on yours.

"Now, it is time to announce our selected students for this year's games," Cassius announced loudly. "I would like to start by unveiling a new change. As of this year, we will not be drawing names," he declared, as the screens on either side of him illuminated with a list of twenty-two names. Your heart skipped a beat, and Coriolanus drew in a deep breath. Somewhere off to the side, a cry echoed through the room. It was your class rankings, precisely in the order displayed after your evaluations. "Congratulations to those of you who fought for these spots and demonstrated your loyalty to the Capital!" Cassius shouted enthusiastically.

The glass you held slipped from your grasp and crashed to the ground, the shards pooling around your feet and cutting into your ankles. Stumbling back, the world began to spin, and bile surged up your throat. Coriolanus reached out, but you brushed him off, staggering out of the room and down the hall. Flinging the doors open at the hall's entrance, you fell to your knees, retching into the nearby bushes. Footsteps hurried toward you, but you ignored them. Your breathing became rapid, struggling to draw air into your lungs. It felt like you were suffocating, an inability to fill your lungs.

Someone attempted to speak to you, but the words sounded muffled, lost amidst the ringing in your ears. Clutching at your chest, you felt your heart racing. Tears streamed down your face, unnoticed in your frenzy. Cool hands cupped your cheeks, forcing your gaze upward to meet Coriolanus's blue eyes, ones you usually avoided. His lips moved, but the words eluded you, drowned out by ringing in your head. Covering your mouth, you retched again, feeling his hands soothingly pat your back and brush your hair away.

Sitting up, you found Coriolanus gently holding your face, his touch a stark contrast to his usual impatience. "Focus on me, Y/N. Just focus on me," he urged softly, locking eyes with yours.

Coriolanus was hardly known for his patience, but his demeanor now surprised you. In the academy, he exhibited a short temper, particularly when things didn't align with his desires. But this was different. He wasn't berating you for crying or falling apart. Seeking answers in his gaze, he enveloped you in a tight embrace, anchoring you in his arms. "You're going to be okay, Snowflake. Everything's going to be okay," he whispered. As your sobs gradually eased, he pulled away and peered at you, a faint smile gracing his lips. "There you are."

Wiping away your tears and streaked eyeliner, he cupped your cheeks. "Here's the plan, Snowflake. We'll go back in there and present ourselves to the districts," he said, anticipating your disagreement. "No, listen. We'll act as they expect us to—like the puppets they want us to be. We'll interact with the representatives together and aim for District One or Two. They have more resources. Fix your makeup, and meet me back in the hall. Understood?" He pressed, his thumb tracing your jawline, awaiting your response. When you hesitated, he shook you gently and repeated, "Understood?"

Unable to trust your voice, you nodded in agreement, observing the relieved smile that graced his face. "Good, that's good. Freshen up, and I'll be waiting inside for you," Coriolanus said before making his way back into the building, leaving you sitting there, feeling the cool air nip at your nose and cheeks.

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It took you less than twenty minutes to freshen up your appearance before returning to the hall. Students conversed among themselves, their attention fixed on the screens displaying your class ranks. The sight itself made you queasy. In the frenzy of those destined for the games fighting for representatives' attention, the crowd parted, in a way that reminded you of those novels you read when you were younger, revealing Coriolanus making his way toward you, his gaze unwaveringly locked on you.

Coriolanus halted in front of you, his blue eyes briefly scanning the area behind you. Extending his arm, he looked at you, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Follow my lead, Snowflake. You'll need to act that little heart out," he said, wearing a broad smile as he approached two figures. "Mr. Larue, this is my girlfriend Y/N, whom I mentioned earlier," he announced. Girlfriend? You weren't sure if he was joking, delusional, or both, because clearly, you missed something between the time he left you outside and your return to the hall.

"Ah, Y/N, you're just as beautiful as he described. What are the odds that you're both paired together for this year's games?" the older gentleman remarked, appearing no older than 70. His frail skin and patchy white hair gave him a delicate appearance. "Mr. Snow mentioned your admiration for District One, and I must say, it's refreshing to hear someone who knows her stuff," he continued, flashing overly white teeth.

Chewing on your lip, you glanced up at Coriolanus, who waited for you to falter in the act he had imposed on you. "Well, Mr. Larue, I didn’t know my boyfriend decided to boast about my interests, but he's right. I do admire what your district stands for. It would be an honor to have your sponsorship, demonstrating not only my loyalty to the capital but also my appreciation for your work," you responded, eliciting a proud smile from Mr. Larue.

He let out a laugh and gently patted Coriolanus' arm. "You have quite the charmer here, Mr. Snow. She's a keeper. It's almost a shame that I have to watch such a lovely couple fight in the arena," he said, frowning, just as Coriolanus chuckled, a sound you'd do anything to hear again.

"I suppose we'll have to show you just how powerful our alliance is," Coriolanus said, reaching over with his free hand to squeeze your hand resting on his arm. He looked down at you, his gaze soft along with his smile. Anyone who didn't know him would think that he was in love with you, and honestly? He almost had you convinced. "I'll give you time to think it over, Mr. Larue. Meanwhile, how about a dance, Y/N? Why not enjoy what time we may have left together with something so intimate?" he asked.

You felt your brow twitch at his words. He was overdoing it with that final phrase, but it seemed like the older gentleman was utterly captivated by Coriolanus' words. "A dance sounds amazing. If you'll excuse us," you said, turning to give Mr. Larue a respectful nod before walking off with Coriolanus in tow. "Out of all the things to make me do, you went for the idea of having me be your girlfriend?" you snapped your head to look at him.

Coriolanus shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "I want to do the most if we're going to our deaths," he said simply, causing your jaw to drop. Pulling you onto the dance floor, he placed a hand on the small of your back and gently held your hand. "Close your mouth, Snowflake. It's unbecoming for a lady to stand with her mouth open," he teased, earning him a scoff in response. Placing your hand on his shoulder, the two of you began to move around the dance floor with the other pairs.

"I won't let you die in there, Y/N. I will do everything in my power to make sure that we make it out alive. I heard rumors that they'll let two of us live as long as it's two individuals of the same pair," he murmured, lowering his head to speak near your ear. "I won't be letting you out of my sight for a second anymore."

Rolling your eyes, you caught sight of other district officials watching both of you. Now you knew why he wanted you to wear red so badly. You two stuck out like a sore thumb against the other students who wore black or white. Coriolanus knew how to play the game, and he would ensure that both of you won.

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After what felt like hours, the gala came to an end, leaving you utterly exhausted. You and Coriolanus managed to secure a sponsor from District One after winning over Mr. Larue with your act. Rolling back your shoulders, you turned your head to gaze out the window. Snow had begun to fall, lining the sidewalks in a soft sheet of flakes. You turned when the material of a jacket rested on your shoulders, and Coriolanus looked down at you with tired eyes.

"Coryo, it's cold out, you need your jacket." You hadn't even noticed the nickname that slipped from your lips, but he did. He was well aware of what you called him, and he loved it.

"You're going to need it more, that dress will do nothing to protect you from the cold," he remarked, moving to lean against the wall next to you, watching the snow fall outside. "Things are going to be hard from here on out. We have to learn how to trust one another, especially if we're paired to keep one another alive for as long as possible."

"You haven't necessarily given me a reason to trust you, Snow. You don't exactly make it easy," you said, tensing when he looked at you, his gaze piercing your soul. He raised his brows in question, prompting you to continue. "You're not exactly the talkative type, and if you are, it's only because you want something from me. So, how can I trust someone who only sees me when they want something from me?" You pulled his coat tighter around you, seeking some solace from his penetrating stare.

"I've always seen you, Y/N. Don't think for a second that I haven't seen you because I have. In fact, it's almost annoying how much I see you," he replied. It was your turn to raise your brows. "It doesn't matter. Why don't we head back? It's getting late, and I doubt that your parents want you out too late. Come on, I'll walk you home."

The both of you walked out of the building, with you trailing slightly behind him. Coriolanus Snow was a mystery to you. From his words to his actions, you couldn't make sense of him. You wanted to demand that he make up his mind about how he treated you, but you knew it wouldn't lead anywhere.

Quickening your pace, you moved to catch up with him. "If you want me to learn how to trust you, then tell me about you. What makes you Coriolanus Snow?" you asked. You could see his jaw clench as he contemplated how to respond. Coriolanus was always one to talk, except when it was about himself. He often reminded you of a captivating but complex book that was hard to read. You refused to put down his book; you wanted to learn about him, to understand his character, and establishing trust was the first step. "In return, I'll tell you my deepest, darkest secret," you teased, nudging his shoulder in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Is there something that defines who I am?" he asked, though it sounded more like a question directed at himself. "Sometimes, I find myself pretending to be someone I'm not," he began. "At the academy and even when I'm with you, I feel compelled to embody this controlled and calculated persona. I refrain from revealing my true self because I fear you might flee. This facade I wear keeps me in good standing at the academy and in proximity to you. It keeps me close enough so that I never have to worry." His words sent a chill through you. They carried an air of possession.

"Snow, you won't scare me away. It takes more than a facade to scare me off. We're being trained to fight to the death against twenty other children; I believe I can handle occasional outbursts from you." You attempted a reassuring smile, but he abruptly halted, turning to gaze at you.

"You don't get it, Snowflake. I don't wish to share you with anyone else. You kept yourself distant from others out of fear of loss. Knowing that made me content, content in the knowledge that no one else stood by your side to snatch you away," he whispered, leaning in until his breath nearly met yours. "I want to shield you from the world, from the games where no one can have you." His confession widened your eyes, prompting a step back as you struggled to comprehend his words.

Clearing your throat, you shook your head, observing your breath forming mist in the cold air. "That's not what you want, Snow. Trust me. You won't find happiness with me. In fact, if you knew the concealed parts of me, you'd be the one fleeing." You noticed a spark in his eyes, perhaps a reflection of the shared darkness within both of you, fighting to break free.

Just as you near the gate leading to your home, Coriolanus seized your wrist, halting your movement. "Why do you hide from me, Snowflake? You want me to see you, so why keep yourself hidden? I can't see you if you won't let me." He drew you closer, his hand caressing your cheek, the warmth contrasting with his cold touch. He exuded warmth, emitting a scent of roses that intoxicated. Interpreting your silence as an answer, he leaned down, lightly brushing his lips against your forehead before retracting, his thumb grazing your lips.

Stepping away, you retreated and closed the gate behind you. Turning to glance at him from the other side, you noticed how he stood taller, his curls framing his eyes. Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, accentuating the rosy hue on his cheeks due to the wintry air. "I hide because I'm nothing but poison, Coriolanus. Poison you shouldn't get entangled with. I'd do more harm than good, so don't be greedy and try a taste. You'll only end up hurting yourself in the end," you stated, casting one final glance before pivoting on your heel and entering your home.

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[emmaelix]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could do either some more Domestic! Mha boys headcanons, or maybe a dad! Kirishima.

Of course! I love getting requests. I'll do some headcanons here, and tag you on any future Domestic! MHA posts! :)

Ships: Kirishima x fem! reader, Denki x fem! reader, Bakugo x fem! reader, Shinsou x fem! reader, Todoroki x fem! reader, and Deku x fem! reader. Let me know if I missed any of your favorites, and I'll gladly do a part two.

TW: Mentions of trouble conceiving, labor

Rock Hard: AKA Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri, my beautiful, lovely baby is the most amazing dad.

Fight me, bitch.

His kids are super well-behaved and get a ton of attention from dad. He's the kind of dad who's going to come to his kid's school to drop off lunch in his Pro Hero outfit because he knows his kids love to see it.

Girl dad. Three kids, two with black hair, one with your color hair. (If your hair is black ignore that) Absolutely whipped for his princesses.

Tea parties once a month with your youngest, tree climbing with your middle daughter, and your eldest gets to do his makeup.

Of course, this has led to issues. Such as Kiri going to interviews and fighting villains wearing - to name a few - pink tutus, blue eyeshadow, the world's brightest blue lipstick, a blonde wig, and a red dress.

One particular day that still mortifies Kirishima to think about happened when your oldest was about nine. She's a daddy's girl and looks just like him without the red hair. She also loves the color coral, which clashes terribly with Eiji's red hair.

She had put pink and coral makeup all over his face while he was taking a nap, and he didn't realize he had on makeup until he had frantically driven halfway to his interview so he wouldn't be late.

To top off this horrific day, the interviewer hadn't been able to stop laughing long enough to ask him anything other than, "Who the hell did that?"

But he loves his girls and would do anything for them.

Electric Love: AKA Denki Kaminari

Pikachu over here is an absolute softy for his kids.

He has thirteen-year-old twins. A boy and a girl. He loves them equally and showers praise on them at all times.

Both have bright yellow hair and fairly similar quirks to their dad. But what really makes everyone around them know, 'yep, those are Kaminari's', is when they goof off.

Now, Kami's funny story is fairly recent.

His daughter got her period a few months ago, and he, being the idiotic but loveable trainwreck he is, called you because he thought your daughter was dying.

"Doctor Kaminari Y/n speaking, how may I help you?"

"Y/n! I think Yukina's dying! She and Seiko got home from school and she was bleeding. From... there."

You could hear your husband hyperventilating on the other end of the phone. "Kami, she got her period, she's not dying. Bring her over to the hospital in your car, I took the train to work today so we can stop at the store to get Yuki some pads or tampons, depending on what she wants, and we'll go by her favorite Ramen place to grab supper when my shift ends."

You could hear Seiko telling his younger sister it'd be okay. You and Denki had raised them right.

Although how you'd never know.

Blast 'em With Kindness: AKA Katsuki Bakugo

In case you couldn't tell, that title is sarcastic.

Just like Bakugo and his eight-year-old. You could look at that little girl and think she was Mitsuki in disguise. Your daughter, Kiko, was not an only child, but she was your only child who looked like you and Katsuki.

You and Katsuki had wanted a big family since you had both been only children. But only one of your four kids was actually yours. You had a condition called PCOS, which had made it incredibly difficult to get pregnant with Kiko.

So you had adopted your two oldest, and your youngest, having Kiko in between.

Bakugo gets asked about his family every time someone sees him.

Your eldest, at least in adoptive order, Mana, is very enthusiastic since you adopted her when she was only a year old, not old enough to remember much other than her adoptive parents.

However, Imani, your second, and actually the oldest, had been adopted at age six from an African orphanage while you were pregnant with Kiko. So Imani was a bit shy, with her favorite uncle being Tamaki Amajiki or Suneater, since he was also socially awkward.

Since three of your kids are adopted, Bakugo loves to cook with his kids. Especially so that Imani can be connected to her heritage.

Kiko is sarcastic, and practically a tiny version of her grandmother, just without as many violent tendencies.

And your youngest, Tetsu, was hardened against many things with three older sisters. You hadn't chosen his name, but you found it hilarious that one of your husband's high school 'friends' was named Tetsutetsu, making him a favorite hero of your sons.

Bakugo's soft around his 'brats' (he calls them angels when they aren't looking), but don't tell anyone or you'll be against a wall with explosions very close to your throat very quickly.

Enthraller of Minds: AKA Hitoshi Shinsou

While Hitoshi loves his kids, none of them were planned.

Your first child, your now sixteen-year-old son Yamato was the result of a very drunk night full of poor decisions.

Your twelve-year-old daughter, Nara, happened because you forgot a week of birth control.

And your nine-year-old son, Shouta, was the result of a business trip where you packed your very tight skirt. He was named after Hitoshi's adoptive father due to some circumstances. (meaning Aizawa helped deliver Shinsou baby #3)

All three of your kids are very mild-mannered, and very sleep-deprived, just like their mom and dad.

Since both you and Hitoshi are Pro Heroes, your kids see 'Grampa Shou' a lot. Aizawa doesn't mind.

Shinsou was worried his kids would get his quirk and be made fun of like he was. But even though both Yamato and Nara got their father's quirk, neither was bullied or teased like he was in school.

Your youngest has a fairly weak quirk, so his older brother and sister stand up for him a lot.

But overall you're a very happy family. And Shinsou couldn't be prouder.

Half 'n' Half Espresso: AKA Shoto Todoroki

His nicknames for his children: Pumpkin Bug. Sakura. Sweetheart. Deli (don't ask)

His children's nicknames for him in the same order: Espresso man, Cool Dad, Daddio, and Karaoke Wonder (also don't ask).

Pumpkin Bug/Espresso man comes from your oldest daughter, Niko.

Sakura/Cool Dad comes from your middle daughter, Sara.

Sweetheart/Daddio comes from your youngest daughter, Kasumi.

Deli/Karaoke Wonder comes from your son, Hotaru.

Since you and your husband are Pro Heroes your kids spend a lot of time with Aunt Fuyumi and Uncle Natsuo. Not that they mind.

Endeavor once asked why he's never asked to babysit, but he's never asked since.

"Because you gave my husband severe emotional trauma, you turned your son into a villain, and you don't care about your other two children unless they did something wrong! You're never getting close to my kids until I'm dead and buried, but by then they'll have their own reasons to hate you."

Ouch.

But Sho does try to be accepting of his father, even though Endeavor is never allowed around his children without either you or your husband supervising.

Kasumi loves her aunt and uncle the most, though. She's the weakest of your four kids, although she was still able to beat her younger brother in a fight at the age of eleven.

Sara and Niko are definitely the most powerful, but Shoto made sure that all his kids knew they were loved and that how powerful they were didn't matter to him.

And his kids love to walk around using their quirks in front of their grandfather just to piss Endeavor off.

Sho loves his kids.

Like Mother Like Son: AKA Izuku Midoriya

Broccoli boy absolutely loves his daughters. His younger daughter, Mayumi, likes to have tea parties, while Seiko, his older daughter, loves to spar with him and test out her quirk.

He fanboys with his daughters about All Might, showing them all his merch + that limited edition poster Nighteye had.

He also enjoys arranging playdates with his friend's kids and making sure his daughters know that they are loved no matter what.

Seiko, who is fifteen, recently got into her first relationship. With Tetsu Bakugo.

Izuku was excited his daughter had a boyfriend, and while Bakugo didn't care that his daughter was dating someone (too much), he certainly hated the fact it was Midoriya's daughter.

"DEKU! Your daughter is dating my son!" Bakugo screamed into the phone as Izuku flinched away from it.

"Well, Kacchan, I can't pick who my daughter likes!"

You especially were pissed. Not because Seiko was dating Tetsu Bakugo, but because of how two grown men who were both Pro Heroes were acting because their kids were in a relationship.

No doubt about it, these girls love to play pranks on their dad.

The last time this happened Nara Shinsou also got involved, along with Niko, Sara, and Kasumi Todoroki.

We won't get into details, but let's just say all of them were grounded for a while.

I hope you enjoyed these, and I think I might do some more family things, especially with Sho and his kids pissing off Endeavor.

[seb-reads31]

As wholesome as your previous requests seem from reading, I'd love to request an angst fic for Camilla x g/n reader.

Reader feeling ignored by her due to work commitments and not much effort on her part to make up for it. The moment they mention it, it leads to a big argument with the reader leaving despite being late evening. She thinks it's just a bluff until she wakes up the following morning and they're still not back (clothes gone and phone turned off). Hopefully a slightly better/comfort ending where she can start to win back their love.

Cautions - Carmilla being a workaholic, her snapping at you, Clara, and Odette, reader and Carmilla argue, me suffering at the hands of dialog, mean Carmilla ☹️, bad Spanish (please don't cancel me 😭 I'm learning I swear)

Type - angst, eventual fluff

Genre - head canons (I'm gonna try bullet points on this cause the hyphens are starting to tick me off)

Comments - FINALLY ANGST- Like, I thoroughly love me some fluff, don't get me wrong, but I wanna know what it's like crying while writing something. So thank you 🙏🙏 (I decided to make reader and Carmilla married, I hope that's okay!) AND THANK YOU TO THAT PERSON WHO COMMENTED CARMILLA PET NAMES (let me know if I'm using them right I beg of you 😭)

You were serious..?

We all know Carmilla is a work oriented woman, and sometimes around the beginning of the month before the extermination, she gets some VERY large orders, causing her to neglect her own health sometimes to make sure everything is done precisely and without any issues

And you loved her for that, really. It inspired you to be more helpful, doing some shipments here and there, help with some paperwork, the usual

But recently, there's been a random spike of orders right after the extermination, not giving anyone a break.

And it's drowning the entire company into a work frenzy, and it feels like it's never going to end

After a couple weeks of this, it slowed down a little, not by much, but enough to have a little time to yourselves, including some time with your beautiful wife, Carmilla..

..who didn't even respond when you knocked on her office door. It's been like this for the past 2, nearly three weeks, what is going on??

The only times you two talk is when you're going to bed (if you're even awake when she does decide to get in your shared bed, or if she falls asleep at her desk for the hundredth time) or whenever you need her to sign off on certain orders here and there throughout the day

But after that.. nothing. She doesn't even message you throughout the day with random 'I love you's, 'I miss you', nothing. Just radio silence cough like Alastor cough

You messaged Odette and Clara, asking if they had spoken to her aside from work talks, and they said the exact same thing, nothing

However, they had actually tried talking to their mother, but she brushed them off, saying "I'm busy, go find something to do that isn't bothering me."

Now that really pissed you off. So, you did the sensible thing and marched over to her office, giving it a harsh knock.

"Carmilla, love? We need to talk. Now. I'm not taking no for an answer." It was short, but straight to the point. As much as you wanted to be gentle about this, you couldn't when she snapped at your sweet girls for just checking in on her

Nothing came from the other side of the door, which ticked you off more.

"Carmilla, this is serious. Open the door, we have to have a discussion about your working as of late."

Now that, got you a reaction. You heard a small thud, possibly slamming her pen down on her desk, then a rough "Come in" came from the other side

You immediately swung the door open, and slammed it behind you.

"What is up with you lately?? You haven't been talking to anyone, you refuse to take breaks, you snapped at our children for checking on you, and you don't want to talk about anything that isn't work related!"

"I don't even see you come to bed anymore BECAUSE you're so engrossed in your work. I get that it's been super busy lately, but that's no reason to-" Before you could finish your sentence Carmilla stood up and slammed her large hands against her desk

"I work this hard because I need to! I didn't ask for you to care about me, I thought I made it VERY clear that I didn't want to be bothered, but apparently you're too stubborn to see that." Her voice was cold, and her eyes were a sharp glare, much like the weapons she sold

"If you wish to continue and whine like a child then do it somewhere else, I don't need anymore distractions." Her words sunk into your heart like a blade, tears starting to prick your eyes

"C-Carmilla.. take it back." There was a waver in your voice, your eyebrows still angry, but pain and sorrow were evident in your eyes and words.

"Why should I? You've done nothing but bother me and keep me from my work."

"If you don't, then I'm going to leave. If you don't apologize by tonight then you won't see me tomorrow morning." A tear ran down your cheek, but you didn't look away from Carmilla, keeping a challenging glare in your eyes

"Go ahead, see if I care." She scoffed, then sat back down and continued with her paper work.

"Fine then." You stomped out of the room, slamming the office door as you went. The slam throbbed in Carmilla's head, but she took a small breath, then continued her work

Carmilla awoke with a yawn, her back hating her for her slumped position on her desk.

She noticed a blanket on her back, courtesy of her daughters. She felt.. guilty. After thinking about exactly why, she remembered how she snapped at her daughters then.. you. Calling you a distraction, a bother, whiney, all for asking what was wrong.

She was stressed, but that was no reason to treat you that way, you and your daughters.

She stood up, cleaning herself up before leaving her office, looking for Clara and Odette so she could apologize and ask where you were.

When she did, her eyes became misty, pulling in her sweet and kind girls into a heartwarming hug and whispering how sorry she was into their ears

They, of course, accepted the apology, also feeling misty eyed at how sentimental their mother was as of now

"Clara, Odette, where's mi vida? I need to apologize to them too. I said some things that need to be addressed."

The two girls both looked at each other, then Carmilla again, with a concerned look etched on their faces

"They.. uh, weren't here for breakfast, so maybe your bedroom?"

Carmilla nodded, then kissed them both on the forehead. "I'll go apologize and bring them down, then we can all have brunch together." The two girls nodded, and Carmilla made her way upstairs to find you

The only problem is.. is that you're not there. Some of your clothes, bathroom necessities, shoes, and even a couple of picture frames are gone

Carmilla was startled, then began searching for you, calling your name around your shared grand bedroom

It was when she walked close to her side of the bed when she saw a note (WE JUST GOT A LETTER) on her side of the bed

(I'm not in the mood to right a note, so sorry, but basically you need a break and you're staying with Rosie until you forgave Carmilla for being mean :(( )

Carmilla didn't even think before she was running out of her building, through her territory, and could see the beginnings of Cannibal town

Her lungs were screaming, but her heart was aching at the pain she caused you, making her continue to run until she saw Rosie's parlor

She bursted inside, panting as she stood in the doorway with many black and damn near soulless eyes with sharp teeth to match stared at her disheveled form

She didn't even get a word in before the crowd parted and revealed a tall, slender, and pale yet sophisticated woman, our darling Rosie has appeared!

And she was... not smiling.. oh boy

"Now you listen here young lady!" Rosie had started to sassily walk over to Carmilla, grabbing her ear (does she even have ears omfg, if she doesn't then pretend she grabs her cheek) and begins pulling her towards the back rooms of her parlor, scolding all along the way

"Don't you have some nerve showing up here after your spouse came here bawling their eyes out!" Carmilla felt like she should feel offended that Rosie was embarrassing her like this, but she couldn't after how she treated you.

Rosie finally let go of her, rubbing the pinched bit to relieve the stinging, then, she laid eyes on you

"Oh, mi corazón, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to treat you like that! You didn't deserve me snapping at you, I was stressed and took it out on you and our sweet girls. None of you deserved it, and I deeply apologize." She hung her head in shame, hoping you would accept her apology, so she could do more to show you how much she appreciated you.

She was already planning a nice dinner, several at home dates, and some family activities for you all to do together and bond again, as well as take a well deserved break from working.

She didn't look up until you hugged her, her arms quickly wrapping around you too

"You really need to work on this. What you said was hurtful, and I won't forget it. But I will forgive you, because I still love and care about you."

And that's all she needed to squeeze you tighter and murmur more apologies and thank you's, and even promises of taking breaks and not lashing out on others from stress. <3

[it-is-i-zim]

A little bit of a rant but I really don't like it when non-Captain Boomerang try to portray Captain Boomerang as this like cold hearted, stone cold killer. I understand why it could possibly appear that way to someone who knows absolutely nothing about Captain Boomerang, outside of this one character in 2 different comics, but like as a fan of him, it's getting annoying to see people act like he goes around murdering people on purpose. Hero or not. Presumably he'd probably be more uncomfortable with killing children or teenagers.

"But what about Hack???" I hear no one yelling but just to cover all of my bases... HE CANONICALLY FELT LIKE SHIT AFTER THAT!!! He literally states "I can't believe I just did that" with a clear look of shock, and possibly horror, on his face. He literally cannot believe he killed someone. But he feels that he has to because he's "the bad guy." And bad guys kill people. That's what they do so he feels that in order to be a good criminal, he has to kill, even if he fuckin hates it. Even if he feels bad about it.

And not too much longer after this, Harley notices that it's eating away at him. She doesn't know what specific, but she knows he's distressed about something. So she asked if he was okay.

His response is very telling, "... I did a bad thing, Quinn." He looks so guilty about the whole thing. It's also clearly meant to sound like he genuinely feels bad about what he's done.

"What about Jack Drake" I hear probably no one asking still, but just in case, again, covering all my bases here. This is a bit more of a complicated thing. Especially considering the fact that the comics was written 15 years ago by this point but it's recently come to people's attention as a result of a new comic called Robin: Knight Terrors, where issue 5 of Identity Crisis is referenced in issue 1 of Knight Terrors: Robin.

I want to make something very clear. Knight Terrors isn't meant to be taken absolutely literally. It is simply exploring character's fears through the lense of a character's nightmares while at the same time trying to tie it to this new villain, Insomnia or whatever his name is.

These aren't meant to be taken as what literal canon events. These don't accurately portray what happened in the slightest. These are just Tim's perspective on the events, combined with the trauma that Tim Drake received because of his father being murdered.

First thing I'd like to point out, no words were said at all. Captain Boomerang literally didn't even see it coming until it was too late. He was only really there to break in, steal stuff, and leave. Still not necessarily something Captain Boomerang would do, he's more of a bank robber kind of guy. This is something well established but I don't want to waste everyone's time showing every single time he's robbed a bank or a jewelry store or convenience stor. Cuz that's what Captain Boomerang does. He steals from establishments, not individuals.

In Identity Crisis, Captain Boomerang is literally falling over after being shot 3 times in the chest as he's throwing the boomerang at Jack Drake. Jack Drake fired first. It was not Captain Boomerang's intention to kill anyone here. Cuz that's not what Captain Boomerang does. He doesn't kill unless he's trying to defend himself or he feels like he has to. He's not a killer.

To add to this, in issue 6 of Identity Crisis, Tim literally did not get there until after his father was dead for some time. He did not witness the events that took place at all. Knight Terrors: Robin is based on how Tim would view the situation though a nightmarish lense by having his father die essentially on loop.

In short, Captain Boomerang is a thief, not a killer. He doesn't kill unless he feels it's necessary for one reason or another. He's still a bad guy, I understand that, but he's not murdering people at random and I'm kinda tired of hearing people thinking that that's his thing. Cuz believe it or not, Hack and Jack Drake are literally the only 2 examples I have for Captain Boomerang that aren't specifically part of a Suicide Squad assassination mission. Which if you don't know anything about the Suicide Squad, they literally have to do so or their head gets blown off. I guess technically Hack was killed cuz Harcourt and Captain Boomerang are working for The People, an organization trying to be just like the Suicide Squad, so presumably, the brain bomb situation still applies here, but on the other hand it established that I guess he volunteered or something like that? But my point still stands. He's existed since at least December of 1960, the publication date of his first appearance.

If Captain Boomerang was an actual killer, you would have definitely heard about it by now.

And I haven't even gotten into the fact that, at least like... 10 years ago or whatever, that Flash Rogues kinda have a code against killing and doing drugs and such. And Captain Boomerang is a Flash Rogue. It's not really physically shown anymore, but he still is. I mean just look at Aquaman and The Flash: Voidsong, issue 1. Right there, he's back with the Rogues.

And even then, this isn't the best interpretation of the Rogues. Because contrary to popular belief, they don't kill Speedsters. This is yet another one of their established rules. They just don't kill. It's not at all what they do.

I feel like a broken record having to explain this time and time again. Because these guys are riddled with writers who just don't understand them. Writers often just use them as Bad Guy Numbers 1 through 15 or whatever, despite the fact that they are Flash's (at least Barry's anyway) main villains. And all they do is rob from banks mostly. Maybe a jewelry store. They don't go out of their way to murder people for no reason, even during a robbery. They don't go out of their way to kill heroes for no reason. I don't even think they've gone out of their way to even fight the Flash for any reason. He just shows up when the commit crimes. That's it. They aren't trying to kill him. They aren't trying to actually put people in danger. It's not what they do. And once again. Captain Boomerang is still one of them. Therefore he's not doing any of those things either.

This honestly wasn't necessary to explain, but I feel the need to share by perspective as a Captain Boomerang fan. There seems to be a Captain Boomerang Misconception™ that I've kinda witnessed within the Captain Boomerang tags alone with a bit of discussion involving Knight Terrors: Robin from Tim Drake fans in particular and Captain Boomerang isn't portrayed very will in comics about Tim Drake.

[ystrike1]

The Secret Bedroom of the Forsaken Princess - By Hyeni (8/10)

The author chose to take alot of risks here. Everybody is kind of an asshole in this story, and that's great, but then the ending is really safe and bland. It's not really worth it. There's a ton of buildup. There's a big betrayal, but then the villains just get forgiven. The madness ends with marriage and children.

Princess Llewelyn is not well liked. Her dad is dead. Her mom is "dead", and Queen Dowager Pamela hates her guts. She has a half brother named Bastian, who definitely isn't secretly illegitimate, so she's worthless now. Pamela makes everybody bully her. Llewelyn wants to become a nun and live quietly, but Bastian won't have it. He's King now and he refuses to give her royal permission to give up her title. She has to wait until she is twenty five. Bastian would rather see her live a happy and lazy life, preferably somewhere near him.

There's definitely not something wrong with Bastian don't worry about it.

Poor Llewelyn. She is under a curse. A lust curse. She's been using magical cooling stones to curb her urges, but she's scared. If she gets caught she cannot become a nun. She would most likely get roped into marrying the first man she jumps. She's got very little power. Sex equals an awful future for her, but she wants to do it really bad. Being alone helps, so she pushes everyone away with insults. Nobody is willing to keep secrets for her. She can't trust anybody.

Except Tristan. Tristan is a very loyal knight, who doesn't really know Llewelyn personally. He just cares about the royal family and the country. He gets closer to her when he finds her by accident. Sadly, the curse does force Llewelyn to bed a man. She doesn't even remember who it is after. Tristan is the one that safely carries her back to her chamber.

Yeah. Do I even need to tell you? Duke Almondite is the endgame guy. Her future husband. He's her childhood friend. He's a hero that recently defeated a group of dark magicians. He's famous across the land. He's handsome. When Llewelyn's mother was still alive they were best friends. Almond boy proposed with a rose, and he doesn't understand why Llewelyn hates him now.

He's kinda dumb...or misinformed. Llewelyn's mother was executed for trying to poison Bastion. She kinda sucks. She didn't actually die. Her execution was ordered, but it was all a plot. Llewelyn's mom didn't love the king. She faked her own death to run away with her lover, which is such a dick move. Llewelyn has been suffering under her stepmother for a long time. She doesn't even have guards and she sleeps in an empty annex. All while her mother lives lavishly in a foreign country. By the way Llewelyn genuinely loved her mom, and she is traumatized by her "death". Llewelyn believes that Almond boy is part of the reason why she was "executed". So, basically her mom's bullshit ruined her first love, her entire childhood, and her position as princess.

Almond boy is the man she slept with that night, when she lost control. Almondite has loved her for a long time. He didn't know about the curse. He thought his lady love was finally returning his feelings, so he did have sex with her. He proposes soon after, and Llewelyn remembers everything.

She laughs at him, and says she slept with him in an attempt to soil his reputation.

He's shocked, but he keeps trying to rope her into marrying him.

Almond boy is pretty fucked up by the way. He actually does plot with Pamela at one point. The evil abuser lady. He straight up betrays Llewelyn. He really wants to marry Llewelyn, weather she likes it or not. She really doesn't trust him. He tries to use Pamela's influence as Queen Dowager to force a wedding. He pressures Llewelyn with gifts and public shows of devotion as well. He's kind of obsessed, but he's also kind of a huge dick. I'm honestly shocked that he's...it. He's the man she picks. It makes no sense.

This is the son of the pope, Ernell. He's an excellent character that reveals a lot of great world building. Remember the black magic people that cursed Llewelyn? Those are magicians who dared to act without his permission. The holy pope and his son are secretly IN CHARGE of the dark side of magic. Their public image is very pious and political, but behind closed doors both father and son are violent men of war. No one outside of their organization knows, because the title of pope is such a good mask.

Llewelyn sleeps with him next. She sleeps with lots of men. Lust curse. It's for the plot.

Ernell decides that her favors her. He's very passionate and somewhat scary. His servants are very afraid of him, because he secretly controls the underworld after all. Tristan and Ernell are both entertaining. I kind of forgot about Almond boy. Ernell vows to remove her curse, and he does alot of shady shit to figure out what happened. He wants to kill the foolish magicians who acted on their own, and he's extra mad because on top of that he likes the princess.

Ernell helps Llewelyn figure shit out. Pamela and Bastion cursed her with a couple of hired black magic users. Bastian also killed the old King. Bastian also has two sides. There's some kind of curse in him too. He has a dark side. He's been plotting to keep Llewelyn in the castle with him, forever, which is fucked up for about a million reasons. He knows Pamela is abusive, but whatever. Bastian has complicated feelings for his "sister". He doesn't want to let her out of his sight.

He gets defeated.

Pamela had sex with another man who looked like the king, so she could put a fake on the throne and have power.

You know what that means.

Llewelyn is the only real royal heir. Bastian gets purified. Pamela gets punished. Bastian is a harmless wimp without his dark side curse. Without it he conveniently has no desire to rule, and he's very sorry for the trouble he caused.

Llewelyn marries Almondite, which makes him the real king for real. They have kids. The end.

[yakool-foolio]

So uhhh remember when I posted this and didn't elaborate?

Today's the day I'm gonna elaborate. Ringo Ignis backstory summary speedrun GO!

Ringo was born to a family that's been tight-knit with the WDO ever since its founding. Their ancestors were a part of a scientific study to figure out if genetics served a part in what gifts people with supernatural abilities, and if so, what kind of genetics. However, once the WDO discovered that people born with unnatural silver eyes were most likely to gain Fortes, they began enforcing arranged marriages within the WDO to ensure that there would be a long line of Master Detectives from the Ignis family tree, proven to carry the gene. What they didn't know is that those with silver eyes are also highly vulnerable to a disease that is slow-acting and lethal, causing their family to basically disintegrate as they fail a race against time to continue their bloodline. The WDO acts like its not their problem while still holding the Ignis family in high regard, forcing them to work under the organization since they have nowhere else to turn to for work.

In present day, Ringo and his dad are the only ones left alive in their family, but their dad recently caught the illness. Ringo used to confine himself at home in order to take care of their sick father, learning how to multi-task as a way to distract themself from the potential loss of his last remaining family member. But eventually, their ability to multi-task developed into the power to create illusions of themself, able to appear like they're in two places at once. At first, he refused to join the WDO despite their dad's insistence. They instead spent months trying to enhance their powers on their own, desperate to find a way to help their dad. But when nothing worked, they eventually gave in, hoping that his work at the organization could provide them enough money to pay for a study and treatment of the disease before Ringo could be inflicted with it as well.

As for how the whole 'apple' part fits into this, the apple is a symbol of immortality to the Ignis family. To them, immortality is simply the experience of getting to live a full life and die peacefully when the time is right, not violently cut short by the disease cursing them all. The reason the family hasn't completely died out yet (other than the WDO still insisting they have children for the sake of having more Master Detectives no matter their shorter lifespan), is the idea that one day there will be someone who could break the 'curse' and let them live normal lives until death is nothing but a stranger. As the family is cut down to two living members, Ringo is named as their last shot at peace, carrying the decaying legacy of their bloodline.

[what-if-queen-camilla]

Chapter 44

1st December 1997

The next day was the first Sunday of Advent, and after the blended family had spent a fun evening playing board games, they had sent children to bed and Charles had fallen asleep in Camilla’s arms and been sleeping heavenly until she tenderly woke him with soft kisses around 8 am. “Am I dreaming, darling? Are you really here with me?”, he asked sweetly and looked at her with puppy eyes, which made her smile as well. “I am, darling.”, she whispered, kissing him once more, more longing this time and it didn't take long for him to be wide awake, happily joining her passion, leaving her moaning as his hands wandered all over her body, gently striking down the straps of her beautiful silk negligee…

Thank goodness, their bedroom was far enough away from the children's rooms so that only just the special sparkle in their eyes might have given away the privacy they had enjoyed before but that was certainly nothing the children would notice. After breakfast, Thea and the boys wanted to go outside which gave Charles and Camilla the opportunity to finally call Charles' Private Secretary in order to talk about the missing letters. While Charles was already entirely sure that only his parents, most likely his father, could be behind this, Camilla was a bit more reluctant with her allegations and wanted Mark to investigate unbiasedly. She didn't dare say something but somehow had a feeling that it was all different than it seemed. 

3rd December 1997

And she should be proven right: two days later, on Tuesday, she was called to Highgrove once again to join a meeting between her Prince and his Private Secretary. “I talked to the headmasters of Their Royal Highnesses’ respective schools, asking whether there might have been any issues with the mail recently.”, he began and both Charles and Camilla looked at him in expectation. “Both of them, who were by the way extremely kind and supportive, named a certain Lady Sarah Humphrey who… reportedly, on behalf of Her Majesty The Queen, instructed them to stop any incoming and outgoing correspondence between the Princes and Miss Theodora…” “I knew it!!!”, Charles rampaged, banging his fist on the table so that both Mark and Camilla winced, before storming over to his desk, grabbing the phone and dialling the number of his mother’s Principal Private Secretary, Robert Fellowes, who, on top of it all, also happened to be his late ex-wife’s brother-in-law. “Your Royal Highness…”, he greeted him formally, but Charles was not in the mood for chit-chat. “I need to speak to my mother right this instant!”, he explained, but Robert tried to explain that Her Majesty wasn't available at the moment as she was undertaking engagements out in London today and would only be back in about three hours. “Would you like me to note an important callback, Sir?”, Robert offered, but Charles sulkily declined. “No, Robert, that's not necessary. In that case, I'll come over myself and talk to her personally!”, he shouted, hung up the phone and motioned for his partner and Private Secretary to get up and follow him “Come on, we're going to London!’”, he commanded and while Mark disappeared in order to commission a car, Camilla looked at Charles in disbelief and anger and shook her head. “I'm not going anywhere.”, she declared, leaving Charles speechless for a few moments. “Thea comes home from school in a few hours and I will be there and welcome her.”, she added and he, though obviously not happy about the prospect of going alone, nodded in agreement. Of course, their little angel was their first priority and he got that she wanted to be there for her. At least one of his three children still had their mother at all, he thought bitterly, while swallowing his anger against his own. 

Buckingham Palace, London, a few hours later

“No, Charles, I have done nothing like that!”, The Queen defended herself unusually strongly. “I know that I have not always been happy about your extramarital… liaison and, of course, having an illegitimate child was the last thing I’d have wished for my heir, but I know how much you, and William and Harry, love Theodora and I’d never separate the boys from their sister, especially not following this very sad incident back in September.”, she declared, before clearing her throat and, once again unusually sensitive, adding: “I know how important the love and comfort of a younger sister can be when you are mourning a parent.” This was indeed a rather strange twist of fate, that, while he himself, aged almost 50, still had both his parents, his young sons were already half-orphaned. It was cruel and unfair, simply not the way it was supposed to be. And despite his empathic nature and sensitivity, he had to admit that, no matter how hard he tried, he could not actually feel their pain because he hadn't gone through it himself yet. Camilla, on the other hand, had lost her mother three years ago, of course, at an older age than William and Harry, but she could probably more easily relate to what they were feeling. As could his own mother, their grandmother, who had of course lost her father at a rather young age as well. “But… if it really wasn’t you…”, he pondered. “Who else could have asked your Lady-in-Waiting to arrange such an awfully mean scheme?” To him, it was almost clear that it could only have been his father. Granny would never do such a thing and nobody else was possibly in a position to give orders to her Lady-in-Waiting. “I don’t know.”, The Queen replied. “But I will find out. Leave it to me.” This wasn’t quite how Charles had expected things to turn out and he had to admit that leaving things to his mother wasn’t something he was very good in but apparently, as things were looking at the moment, he had no choice and just hoped they’d find out who was behind this nasty cabal and be able to solve it all…

Wishing all of you a very happy Christmas! I might have a special Christmas chapter for you tomorrow! :)

[foster-the-world]

Jury Duty

My husband's colleague is on the jury case for the NRA guy. My friend was on the selection for the Donald Trump case. She was not selected. How are they going to find anyone in NYC who doesn't hate Trump? How?

More PTA drama. More cussing. This time it was ALL CAPS texting about the person being a common thief. I'm staying out of it. The texting is totally unhinged. Yet, the person did do something stupid/wrong. Def not stealing but not smart either. The person getting yelled at is my friend. Its puts me in an awkward position of feeling bad I am not defending her while also thinking she is in the wrong. It's all happening over text. If it was in person I think it would be easier to jump in and ask them to discuss in a less hostile way. Anyway, messy in a way I want to avoid. I want to help my kids sweet little school not participate in adult drama.

The same friend offered one of our kids classmates mom a place to stay this weekend. The mom is a recent immigrant, single mom of three. The city is currently making people get out of their shelter and reapply every sixty days. I'm not sure if that rule applies to everyone or only recent immigrants. Certainly its an attempt to make them leave. Of course, if you have nowhere to go that's not going to happen. It also means all of the intake centers, which were already extremely overburdened, even more chaotic. I know our former fosters mom sat 9 hours a day for three days (with her three kids in tow) waiting to get a spot. Anyway, my friend told the immigrant mom if they don't give you a place you can stay with us. They have a very small two bedroom apt and two children. Def no extra beds. She apparently forgot she already told her neighbor (???) she could also stay this weekend. What? Who offers four people a place to stay in your very small apt without remembering you already had another houseguest? Anyway, she asked if we would be the back up until Sunday. Somewhat reluctantly, we said yes but Sunday was all we could offer. Four extra people in our apt feels like a lot. This is NYC apt not a spacious home. We have one bathroom. We have one full bed and a packn'play to offer - which is admittedly very lucky in NYC. My friend didn't even know the children's name. So it is not like it was a close friend that she had to offer a place to stay. I know the daughter is in my daughter's class but don't even know which child it is. I've met all of the Mom's but am not sure which one it is. Anyway, I'm thinking they will get her a place before then so it won't really happen. Our school's Parent Coordinator is working on it. She's a miracle worker and has a very generous and connected in the community church. If not, we will make a party out of it. The kids will love the guests. The family should also have the free pass our school offers to go to children's museums, etc. So will do all of that stuff. Order pizza. Watch movies. It's really baby boy's thats the problem. Extra stimuli make him extra stimulated - as expected. Will figure it out if it even happens. Hopefully the human connection will be nice especially when the world is such a mess.

[denialcity]

I was just thinking about the sharingan and Uchihan culture. so, most cultures evolve because people forget what came before, but with insta-perfect recall face orbs, it would make sense why uchiha would be more traditional. (sorry if this is incomprehensible i'm not good with words. (just thought it was neat, and you might enjoy))

Don't worry Anon it makes perfect sense!

The Uchiha have, potentially, a sort of extra-detailed historical record, if they do in fact pass down memories to future generations via the Sharingan. Which I don't think canon establishes, but it seems to be pretty popular fanon.

There would probably still be some drift, because not everything would be memorized, and not everyone would have every memory, so sometimes someone is going to just not know who or what to ask to find the relevant information, or even that they need to ask. And some memories would accidentally not get passed down, because they weren't relevant so the person carrying them didn't think to pass them down prior to dying.

On the other hand, sometimes they'll have like, a variant of a traditional food that was invented 250 years ago, and all the Uchiha still call it the newfangled version. There are two more recently invented version that still just get called by the name of the inventor as if said inventor's lifetime has at all overlapped with any currently living Uchiha.

Probably once Konoha happens this is deeply weird and somewhat worrying to the other clans. Like, the Inuzuka know that one of their ancestors killed a famous Uchiha and they're proud of it, but the Uchiha still have the famous Uchiha's memories of the rivalry and even the fight that killed the guy, and they will correct you on which names the Inuzuka ancestor called him as she killed him. Some of them have a personal grudge over it like it happened last month. Some of them treat it like a novel that they have Strong Opinions on and have memorized so they can produce accurate quotes at any time. Both options are deeply unsettling if you're an Inuzuka.

The Uchiha definitely had a "should we deliberately not pass down certain memories to our children now that this village is a thing, in order to make living in the village easier for them, even though that's destroying a significant chunk of our own heritage, and if so which memories should we let die?" debate post-Konoha, and by "debate" I mean "bitter ongoing argument through the entire clan for years."

"We don't pass these down until the kids are old enough to understand that things have changed and handle the dissonance" was probably a compromise, but uhhh then the massacre happened and Sasuke, Itachi, and Obito-as-of-supposed-death were all too young so that's one way to end the debate.

[swissmissficrecs]

Hello! I'm asking everyone who might know, though I'm not sure which blogs are still active...I'm looking for a fic where Sherlock and John were at a monastery. Sherlock had taken a vow of silence and John talked to/prayed a lot to the virgin Mary. It was such a good fic. Thank you!

Sorry I didn't see this before. It might be In the Name of the Lord by Philomena85 (details below). I could have sworn I had a religious-themed rec list already, but it seems not. So here you go, in case that's not it maybe it's one of these others:

Clergy Johnlock

Fics in which either Sherlock or John is a member of clergy or masquerades as one.

A Second Time After the Last Time by S_IRIS (10K, E, Johnlock) In an era when science was condemned by religion, Sherlock Holmes was a man of science and John Watson a man of religion. Will they be condemned for their love and for the felony, or will John be able to convince Sherlock to escape?

All We Ought to Ask by achray (56K, E, Johnlock) “It’s a quiet parish,” Stamford added, beckoning to the maid to pour more. “Apart from that heretic Holmes, of course,” said the Archdeacon.

Children of the Small Gods by alexxphoenix42 (174K, E, Johnlock, JohnAdlock) Brother John is a recent addition to the Temple of the Small Gods on Baker Street. A mysterious stranger catches his attention one night when he does something that no one else has ever managed to do.

Faithful by Megg33k (14K, E, Johnlock) AU (Monk!John & Angel!Sherlock) in which John Watson's life has not gone as planned, and it's about to get even stranger…

Gallant Darling, Pray for Me by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (104K, E, Johnlock) The priests at the seminary school of St. Sebastian's on the coast of Wales are preparing for a new group of ordinands in the fall of 1927. Father John Watson is not prepared for one of those ordinands to be Sherlock Holmes.

Hearts at Home series by yalublyutebya (74K, M, Johnlock) A series of stories chronicling the intertwined lives of Father John Watson and Sherlock Holmes.

In the Name of the Lord by Philomena85 (70K, T, Johnlock) After returning from Afghanistan, John Watson has managed to get back into professional life - but something is missing. His quest for meaning leads him for a time to a monastery, where he soon acquainted with an exceptional monk. But there’s more there than he had suspected at first glance …

Infidelis by unholiest (13K, T, Johnlock) “I have noticed a decline in my regular parishioners. I do hope none of them have come to any harm.” Sherlock chuckled, and the low pitch of it resonated against the cold brick, letting it echo back into John’s ears. It was nice. It felt like velvet, and John had an inkling that he was one of a few that had actually heard it. “Quite the contrary, Father, I believe you are to be the next victim.”

Jesus Loves Me by OMSP (11K, M, Johnlock) In this AU, Father Holmes befriends a young, struggling musician named John Watson. They strike up an unlikely friendship born of violence. Can the kindly priest help John fight his demons without losing his own soul?

Mercy by lookupkate (31K, E, Johnlock) John Watson asks God to save him while wounded in the desert. When God does he figures he'd better pay him back. After two years as a vicar at a large parish he finally gets to move to a small town and have a parish of his own.

Take Me To Church by CarmillaCarmine (12K, E, Johnlock) In hiding, John is impersonating a priest. Everything goes according to plan until one of his parishioners confesses the dirty thoughts he has about him.

The Adventure of the Six Painted Virgins by Saathi1013 (14K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock dons an unusual disguise for a case. John is…conflicted. Character study, casefic*, & smut (in that order).

The Beast of Baskerville by mildredandbobbin (74K, E, Johnlock) 15th Century/fairy tale AU. An invalided John Watson comes to the isolated village of Baskerville seeking shelter with his sister, only to become embroiled in a grisly murder. As the villagers point to a local werewolf legend, the odd but brilliant friar, Brother Sherlock, disagrees and soon he and John are on the the trail of a murderer. Captivated by the enigmatic friar, John finds himself struggling with his illicit feelings for the celibate man of God.

The Sacred Bond by ampersand_ch (42K, E, Johnlock) A series of mysterious deaths among priests puts John and Sherlock onto the trail of an ancient, secret brotherhood. Little do they suspect how deeply their own situation is tangled up with the case.

[sharpfamily]

A Listening Ear (1.9k)

Written by @tea-withjamandbread ties in with @aesopsharpmybeloved’s series A New Chance At Life

Summary: After Theodore finds himself on the receiving end of a good dressing-down, he needs someone to talk to. Luckliy for him, his oldest brother is always there to lend a listening ear.

TW: Mention of stillbirth, a little sad so maybe grab tissues if you tend to need them…

December 20th, 1916

It was winter break and the Sharp children typically spent this time at home with their parents. This year, though, for the second Christmas in a row, they were one family member short, Magdala having made her way across the Atlantic to pursue her research.

Both parents had hoped that by now that the war raging on the continent would have died down, making international travel easier. Securing Magdala's visa for the United States of America had been quite the task, and while Aesop maintained a good relationship with the British ambassador to MACUSA, her visa only allowed her to enter the country one time. She couldn’t simply come and go as she pleased as she would during peacetime. Magdala wouldn't be joining her family until the war ended, unfortunately.

It seemed though that she was making the best out of the current situation, judging by the letters she sent back home. She had spent the bulk of her time tracking down and studying the Wampus Cat, native to the Appalachian Mountains. She appeared to have a healthy social life as well, having even, much to Aesop's chagrin and her mother's delight, fallen in love. A man from New York had caught her eye. He was currently apprenticing under Shikoba Wolfe, hoping to master the art of wandmaking himself. Their relationship was still in its early stages, but Maggie had mentioned on a few occasions how she was looking forward to introducing him to everyone once travel was possible.

"So much for wanting to wait a little bit before setting down"

"Aesop, relax it's not like she's engaged to the lad"

"She had better not get engaged before I get the chance to-"

"To what, Ace? Poison him?"

"I was going to say interrogate him, but poisoning him is a nice alternative"

"Darling this is Maggie we're talking about. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She wouldn't be talking about introductions if he wasn't the same. He's apprenticing to be a wandmaker. That's impressive! And quite a lucrative business, too once he gets started on his own."

"What are you saying"

"I'm saying we could do worse for a future son-in-law"

"As long as he keeps his 'wand' away from my daught-"

"Oh my aren't you the hypocrite Aesop Sharp!"

Eleazar had reached the home stretch of his studies at Hogwarts. He had taken on a respectable amount of NEWT classes, in addition to serving as Head Boy, and de-facto assistant to Hogwarts' potions master in the (quite limited) amount of free time he had. He himself was a few months into his first relationship, a lovely girl from his own house named Alice. He had developed a crush on her while in his sixth year and had only recently gathered the courage to ask her out after having helped her obtain certain potions ingredients she was missing for class over the fall.

Natalie was far too focused on her studies to even consider engaging in a romantic relationship, and already had such a hard time with letting her guard down that it would likely take quite some time for her to allow herself to trust someone enough before she gave them her heart. She didn't yet know what she wanted to do in life, so she knew she'd have to do well in her OWL's next year in order to keep all doors open for herself. She did have a small group of trusted friends, though, and her parents were quite happy to see her finally break out of her shell.

Then, there was Theodore. He didn't struggle in school per se, his grades were always among the very top of his class, but he had certainly spent a lot of time in detention over the past few months, which had earned him a good dressing down from his father earlier that day. In his parents’ eyes, he really seemed to show complete disregard for the school’s rules, and the boy had just been reminded that there was a reason in which they were in place, that he still needed to respect them even if he didn’t understand or agree with them, and even after he graduated and went out into the world, he couldn’t just recklessly do what he wanted.

Theodore knew his father had spoken to him from a place of deep love. He knew that of his four living children, he was the one that worried him the most, not just because of his preferred career path, but because he saw a lot of himself in his youngest son. He was desperate in wanting to make sure Theodore didn’t end up like he once was, and today his desperation had reached a boiling point.

Knowing where his words came from didn’t make them sting any less, though, and so once he had been dismissed by the former professor, Theodore donned his coat and scarf and ventured outside to the garden. It was a mild winter day and snow fell gently in large flakes, covering the ground in a soft white blanket. Theodore wiped the snow off the stone bench in the garden and took a seat, facing away from the house, the tears that had started to form in his eyes threatening to fall. He spoke to his older brother.

"I bet you heard all of that, didn't you… It's always rough, you know, being on the receiving end..."

Silence. Theodore took a shaky breath.

“I just… I know he’s right. I know I need to do better, to get in trouble less. I know it’s going to catch up with me eventually, like it did him all those years ago. I know he doesn’t want me to make the same mistakes he made… it’s just…” A gentle breeze blew and Theodore sighed

“I’m not… brilliant like Maggs. She just… picks up on everything real quick you know? Hardly makes any mistakes, makes everything look so easy! And she's been halfway around the world for over a year now doing her own thing and on the one hand I'm happy for her but on the other hand...I don't know when we'll get to see her again... And I didn’t inherit the potions gene like Eleazar did. He's pretty much set for life! Graduating from Hogwarts later this year and he's already got his career all sorted out. Heck, he had his apprenticeship all but secured before he even started school, it was always a question of "if he was interested" in joining the family business rather than "if he could earn it". Not that he doesn't deserve to apprentice under Dad, he'll probably end up at his skill level in a couple years at the rate he's going. Don't uhhh… don't tell Dad I said that."

Theodore blinked and looked ahead, continuing to bare his heart.

"And Natty… Did I tell you that she almost decapitated Professor Ronen the first time he had us play Summoner’s court? It was pretty brilliant, actually. She has to work to TONE DOWN her magic! The rest of us are just trying to keep up with her half the time. And she's got friends now, which is awesome but I keep worrying that she won't want to hang out with me anymore. Which is ridiculous really, I mean… I have friends and I still want to hang out with her, she's my twin!"

Snowflakes continued to fall and Theodore could hear faint music coming from the house behind him.

"Meanwhile, everyone tells me I’m so smart and talented and have such a bright future ahead of me but I just feel like… like I have to work twice as hard just to measure up to the rest of them and even then I fall short... So yeah, I sneak out after curfew and see what I can get away with. I see what I can do to help people while I’m at it. And you know what? I sometimes feel like it… like it actually helps me do better in school you know, like I’m finding some actual practical ways to use the stuff that I’m learning. Dad’s right though. It needs to stop. I need to do better from now on. I think… I think I can do it. I think I can keep myself in check, and start staying out of trouble.”

Theodore closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, he could hear the music, still. He could feel the snow landing on his hair and face as well as a single tear making its way out of his eye and onto his cheek. He didn’t hear his father open the door and walk towards him.

“Thanks, Clarence. You’re a really great listener. I know it’s strange to say I miss you, seeing as I never met you, but I… I really wish you were here. Say hi to Granddad for me. Tell him I'll try my best to do good by him. Tell him people are going to be proud of Theodore Sharp from now on, instead of hearing the name and instantly thinking 'what did he do to land himself in detention now?’”

Aesop sat next to his son and placed an arm around him, pulling him close. He looked at the stone in front of him. It didn’t mark the actual resting place of his own father as well as his stillborn son, but it was a place he, and the rest of his family, came to reflect and remember, whenever they needed it.

Theodore Sharp, 1820 - 1854

Clarence Aesop Sharp, March 26th, 1897

“How much did you hear?”

“Just your last sentence.” He kissed his son’s forehead as he felt his shoulder dampen slightly. Aesop glanced at the sky, snow falling in his face “He heard everything, though.”

Both sat in silence for a while, Aesop holding his son close, drawing circles with his thumb on his shoulder and gently humming so as to give Theodore some privacy as he sobbed. To anyone else who might have been looking on at the scene, it simply looked like a father comforting his son. However, everyone who shared their last name knew that there were three Sharps in the garden at that moment.

“Are those gingerbreads I smell?”

“Yes. They’re pretty good, too”

“They always are.”

Theodore stood up but Aesop stayed seated. “I’m already proud of you. I need you to know that.”

“Thanks, Dad. Thanks for always looking out for us”

Theo took a step towards the house but his father remained on the bench. “Aren’t you coming inside, too?”

“I’ll join you all in a couple minutes”

Theodore walked back towards his father and gave him a hug “Granddad would be proud of you, too. Just so you know”

“Thank you, son”

“I promise we won’t eat all the gingerbreads while you’re out”

Aeop chuckled “You better not”

Theodore gave his father one last squeeze before walking back towards the house, feeling lighter than he had when he had walked out. Some of his friends thought it was strange how he made a point to talk to his brother who had never taken his first breath, or remember the man he had never met but with whom he shared a name, but Theodore knew better. He had heard it often, from both his parents. Four words of wisdom that helped him through some of his most tumultuous days.

There is no without.

[sweetestpopcorn]

Lol just saw this Daemon/Laena shipper claim that if Baelon was alive he'd have Daemon marry Laena, in order to merge the bloodlines to compensate for the rift created between the Targaryens and the Velaryons. I can't like- what even is this??

I mean... they can have that headcanon, honestly stuff like that doesn't bother me at all. Ship and let ship. I don't like the pairing but I respect that other people do. Do I agree with that opinion? No, but plenty of people will also disagree with my takes if they dislike Daemyra.

My issue with Daemon/Laena stans is when they make sh:t up about canon to fit their narrative. Just recently @lady-corrine saw an idiot claim that Daemon and Laena wanted to name their son Aegon, and they claimed this was from the books. When the person was called out they conveniently changed their source to "early draft of George" that they were unable to provide evidence for.

Even if that were true - which, let me make it VERY clear, it's not - love child, Daemon didn't exist in George's early drafts. Before 2013 we have no evidence of his existence what-so-ever. Hells, Laenor didn't exist until much recently either! In George's early drafts, Rhaenyra was first married to a Lannister and she had no children with him, and then she was married to *drum roll* Lord Lyonel Strong, the King's Hand, and she had three children by him. This was in 2011 if anyone is wondering by the way, and yes I have the receipts and you can check this at the wiki. Early drafts don't matter because they are not the story. George has updated the Targaryen history and made profound changes to the story several times prior to the publication of Fire and Blood.

So, this is what actually bothers me, people lying and making up cr_p. There's also a special category of people that not only make things up but pull between book and show for whatever fits their narrative. I've recently had one of the biggest facepalms ever of my life when someone claimed that in the books it was mentioned that Daemon only loved Viserys - books say the opposite, this sh:t was pulled fresh, hot, and tender out of R*an and co's ass_s - and Nettles and Laena - again their entire claim to Laena is what the singers said and to Nettles it was HIGHLY debatable and we don't actually know what she was to Daemon.

And then of course, there's also the gargantuan amount of Laena/Daemon shippers who can't f_cking keep Daemyra from their mouths.

Like dude, just don't mention them! But no, most just have to go on and on about how Rhaenyra was a disgusting pig of a woman, how Daemon hated her, like hell! I have heard them say things like Rhaenyra forced Daemon to marry her! Like this is the level - or lack-there-of.

But, to those Laena/Daemon shippers who are just enjoying their ship, let them, nothing against and all the power to them for hyping their ship and having fun, and I think what you are mentioning is just that.

I personally don't agree, but I don't have to 🤷🏽‍♀️

[miyuzarry]

A Piece of the Past (8)

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Theodora: I..uh...What are you doing here?

Melody: You know, the usual. Walking around to explore this giant palace. The more important question, however, is what are you doing here in the middle of the night. Arguing with a man...

Theodora: Wait... You heard that?

Melody: Of course I did. Guy was practically yelling at you. Come on, answer my question...

Theodora: It's complicated. I think it's for the best if we sit down for this.

Melody: Okay. Now tell me. What happened?

Theodora: Well... about a year and a half ago I met a man. But not in a usual way. I know this'll sound crazy but...

Melody: Hm.

Theodora: He appeared in my dreams. Most of the time blurry until he finally revealed himself. Turns out he was a cursed royal man from the 19th century.

Melody: ...

Theodora: He asked for my help to break the spell, in order for his soul to be free again.

Melody: That sounds like the plot of a book, not gonna lie.

Theodora: I know it does but...

*Theodora explains everything that had happen so far. From the letter she found, to the diary she found months later to the secrets that have been revealed*

Theodora: That is basically all there is to know.

Melody: If I didn't hear his voice I'd think you're nuts. I believe you, though.

But I don't get one thing... Is it truly possible for Octavius to be your ancestor?

Theodora: I don't know, actually. Octavius had a double life, as Silas told me. The reason why I couldn't recognize him from her other children was... Well. I have a theory.

Octavius himself was never recognized as a royal. He was hidden from the public. Her heir, Alexander barerly had any infant pictures...

Knowing these times I believe they were trying to hide him from public.

Melody: Wait. So you think Alexander and Octavius Identities were switched because he was disabled? That's cold.

Theodora: I know. Sadly it is possible, though. Which would explain the double life. The village he lived in is 30 minutes away. He probably came when the Queen asked him to do a public engagement.

Melody: Damn. Poor Alexander.

Theodora: Alexander passed away at only 2 years old. So they hid it... Octavius was a year younger than Alexander.

Whatever they did, it seemed to work. He was actually named Alexander Octavius when he was born as if they planned to switch them.

Melody: Honestly that theory makes sense. It's heartbreaking but I'd expect no less from that time. During the past year you've learned a lot about your family.

Theodora: It might be... but it's far from everything. There is way more to find out. I love this.

Melody: I totally get it. Maybe I should start doing that with my family too. Is that why you were mad at Silas?

Theodora: It's because of the massive amount of disrespect he shows me. He constantly argues with me, be mad when I can't find anything and just be so cold.

Melody: Yikes. What a douchebag. You, the Princess helped this man, and yet he shows no sign of gratitude. The audacity!

Theodora: Exactly.

Melody: Don't worry, Theo, I'll help you. We'll break this curse together.

Theodora: Really? Thank you so much.

Melody: We're family. Of course I'd do that. But seriously, you should have told him how you feel about him.

Theodora: I couldn't. Not after this mess with Matthew or my recent discovery. There is a big chance we could be related and I'd be disturbed for life. Haha.

Melody: Understandable. Hey, why don't we go upstairs and sneak into the kitchen to get us some hot chocolate?

Theodora: Sounds good to me. Let's go.

Theodora: I could really use that right now.

Melody: Same!

[rafent]

◜  ₊  —  𝓡  ˚  ₊   𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍

cw; decapitation.

Nil liked the Hooded Man.

His unquestioning adherence to orders so long as there was a battle to be had. His creative and violent solutions that demanded no direction or to be told what to do. His enthusiasm for all those things. For a Corrupted the circumstances of his transformation even differed from most. He had let Nil come to him, not forced, only compelled, and simply accepted the offer laid before him with relish. Never mind that it was no offer at all. That Nil would have killed him regardless.

He was, in any case, his most recent pawn. One that Nil’s hand needed. Someone able to be stretched thin, traveling over the various sectors of the chessboard where the crown royals couldn't be, simultaneously the most invisible and the most visible- which was why he wore the hood. To avoid the bevy of complications at being recognized, to avoid pulling apart a white spider's delicate web, so patiently exacted over years—

And for all that, Nil didn't even remember his name. Only that he’d been a prince once. Only that he was useful. Or perhaps it didn’t matter anymore; the lives that his Corrupted lived, when all of them served their best uses dead.

“You’ve returned with news of success, I hope. I've been waiting a long time for this,” he said softly without turning, knowing there would be nothing to see so much as hear from the obscured, hooded prince. Suspecting it. But the occasion was marked with surprise- instead of a report, a burlap sack dropped wordlessly at his feet without explanation.

Silence. Nil cocked his head, still imbued with an air of innocence, though his confusion was real.

“What's this?”

Wordless, again. It wasn't often that the talkative Corrupted feigned silence, or deigned a lack of response to his master. Some haunting note of importance accompanied this decision. Curiosity compelled the Fell Dragon prince at last to bend down, to untie the cord and peer inside upon a scene of. . .of—

He covered his face with one hand, obscuring an unknown expression. His shoulders trembled, beneath the skinny jut of his collarbone his chest heaved with scarcely contained emotion. Even the weak and spindly body doubled over at the waist in agony. It was almost as if he were crying until—

a giggle.

—no, it was laughter.

“Kaha..”

Unremitting, truly genuine laughter.

“Hahahaha!”

Years—centuries—over a millennia's worth of desire led to the sound. A harsh and gleeful peal; that high-pitched throttle only once exhausted of all fuel faded to a dying note. A driblet of saliva that he wiped away on the backside of his hand.

“.  .  .Hah.” Light-headed, Nil steadied.

Then he straightened. Like something within him had snapped back into place. Or simply, just, snapped. His kind eyes twisted into fragments of bloodied ice as he reached deep into the sack to surface the singular item that composed its contents- a decapitated head lifted from the depths into the light. Into the range of his hatred, his yearning, and his goal.

“What a sorry fool. Did you think you could run? Did you think I would not find you? Every speck of dirt belonging to this world lies within my web.”

With this final foxhunt, there was no more of them that remained. Brothers and sisters flushed out from the hinterlands of Gradlon by the Emblem bracelets. Worn on the bodies of his Corrupted, a roused-awake Emblem emitted the smell of honey- a 'revived' father's power- attracting the surviving children of Sombron like bees, leading them into ambush and annihilation. And yet—

“You called me a failure and yet look who it is that remains standing!" The mass of flesh was thrown squarely onto the ground, smashed viciously against it beneath the sole of his boot. That sole rubbed and smeared and ground any surface that it could. "None of our brothers and sisters remain. I am Father’s sole heir—me!!”

A smear lead to one stomp, then another. Then another. Another after that.

It was only when there was nothing to recognize- nothing more of a scornful expression and face to remember- that he stopped. Only then was it enough. Panting, he rose to his full height, faced with the smirking lower face of his pawn who even then didn't say a word.

“What. You’re still here?” He gave an ugly scowl, but there was no venom and no distaste in the observation. No; Rafal was in too good of a mood. One chapter closed by Rafal’s machinations, and countless others soon to begin. His tenor dropped to the pit of his chest. Deep and inky and honest.

His hand wiped on the Hooded Man's chest as he moved past.

“Clean this mess up. I have no need for it any longer—but keep close to the vicinity of Lythos Castle. Do not be caught. Should a new Divine One step foot into this world, you will know what to do.” 

And he left quickly. It was too long a time to be away from Nel’s side. Sweet Nil would never stray for long from his precious older sister or the protective enclave of the castle. Not even for 'a breath of fresh air'. Rafal made his way back to it from the grassy outskirts, his eyes wavering with anticipation. A ribbon soon to be cut, paving the way to the Divine One’s gift- whether willingness was a factor or not.

All would go according to plan.

Because Rafal’s pawns moved as he willed them to.