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flawseer · 1 year ago

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Jade Mountain Academy students

#6 - Skywing chapter

I like Skywings a lot actually. I think they were underutilized in the story. And then there is Flame. Poor, lovable Flame. One day I would like to write a more in-depth think piece on him, his character, and his role in the story. But not today, so here are some Skywings:

Carnelian

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - Jade

Color - Tomato red

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Moonwatcher (Nightwing), Kinkajou (Rainwing)

Favorite subject - Exercise

Least fav. subject - Science

Physical characteristics - tan horns, bendy; banded markings running down upper neck; light to medium scarring across face, neck, and limbs; medium to large stature, well-defined musculature

Other characteristics - selectively uncooperative, refuses to do assignments that annoy her (monitor for now); abrasive, three reported threats of violence against students (monitored, suggest expanding physical extracurricular options to burn off excess energy); appears to respond well to praise

Flame

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - Gold

Color - Crimson red

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Bigtail (Nightwing), Pike (Seawing)

Favorite subject - did not disclose

Least fav. subject - "All of them"

Physical characteristics - double-bent horns; black dorsal plates and accents; large, jagged scar running across left side of the face, intersecting the eye; blind in left eye; medium size with thin, wiry frame

Other characteristics - very uncooperative, refuses to do assignments and has poor attendance record (monitored, suggest counseling, consider withdrawing from student body if behavior does not improve); emotionally volatile, does not like eye contact, will react with hostility if stared at or if facial scar is mentioned (suggest counseling); shows signs of post traumatic stress and severe self image issues (suggest counseling); has turned down counseling offer (give space for now, ask again later)

Thrush

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - Silver

Color - Apricot yellow

Relatives - Peregrine (cousin)

Clawmate(s) - Changbai (Icewing), Boto (Rainwing)

Favorite subject - History

Least fav. subject - Anatomy

Physical characteristics - straight horns; row of dark scales running down ventral side of neck; beak-like mouth; smallish stature, small-boned

Other characteristics - decent work ethic; very energetic, difficulty to sit still; eager to prove personal competence; frequently interrupts people while they're speaking (suggest guidance and monitoring)

Peregrine

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - Copper

Color - Brick red

Relatives - Thrush (cousin)

Clawmate(s) - Pronghorn (Sandwing)

Favorite subject - Anatomy

Least fav. subject - Art

Physical characteristics - dark-colored stripe patterns running down the side of the neck; long limbs; medium to large stature with slender features; deaf in left ear

Other characteristics - practically-inclined; morbid sense of humor; tends to play with food before eating; owns a collection of small, sharpened animal bones (has been instructed not to bring them to class); expressed interest in a class/seminar about medicinal herbs

Garnet

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - Quartz

Color - Amaranth red

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - Siamang (Rainwing), Arid (Sandwing)

Favorite subject - History

Least fav. subject - Cultural Exchange

Physical characteristics - sharply bent horns curving inward; ridge of thorn-like spines running from nose down to tip of tail; light scarring across ventral side; large frame with well-defined musclulature

Other characteristics - morose; does not like loud noises or crowds; prefers to eat alone; longest fire-breathing distance; notable age-gap to rest of winglet (no issues so far, but continue to monitor social integration)

Peril

Tribe - Skywing

Winglet - not assigned

Color - Tiger orange

Relatives - none on site

Clawmate(s) - none

Favorite subject - class attendance suspended

Least fav. subject - class attendance suspended

Physical characteristics - afflicted with firescales, body emits dangerous levels of heat at all times; scales show faint fiery glow like embers; bright yellow vein-like pattern spread through wing membranes; bright blue eyes; tall stature, very thin

Other characteristics - CAUTION! Do not come in physical contact with her, severe burn hazard; instruct student body to keep minimum distance; be mindful of surfaces she was in prolonged contact with, as they could carry residual heat; keep away from flammable areas; we don't know what to do with her yet, for now just give her a place to sleep and eat

#wings of fire #dragon #wof #digital art #wof art #flawseer art #wof skywing #wof carnelian #wof flame #wof thrush #wof peregrine #wof garnet #wof peril #jade mountain academy

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stygiansun-totaleclipse · 3 months ago

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Ro's reaction to complimenting self-conscious MC and MC js responds with something like "What? I look like shit today 😔" ???? I was gonna make this ask more angsty like MC is sobbing in their room or wtv but I can't describe angst for the life of me :p

I actually had been musing about a moment sort of like this where like the RO is staring at MC admiring them or compliments them and a self-conscious MC is sort of solemn and dismissive of it or like “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before/nothing so worthy of such admiration” and turns away etc — not really as angsty but I hope you don’t mind if I answer along these lines since it’s pretty similar? :) (Assuming post relationship)

Kieran: “And? So too have I seen the moon reflected o’er glittering sapphire waters a thousand times, and each time is just as mesmerizing as the first.” (turns MCs face towards theirs with a finger to their cheek to continue staring)

Nihm: “You know, where my mother comes from, they believe the face you are born with is the face of someone you loved so dearly in another life. I think it’s a lovely thought. How can you hate the face of someone you loved so, so much, once, long ago, in another time, another place? This face must have been dear to you once—it is to me.”

Lilith/Lucien: (Slowly and gently takes MC’s hand and intertwines their fingers in the space between them as they crook a finger under MC’s chin to turn their face back towards L’s) “Come, don’t hide from me, my amaranth. Ah! There’s my favorite face. Have I not been vocal enough about how much I do enjoy staring at you? If so, allow me to rectify that.” (jumps into a long reel of compliments and flattery that becomes more and more absurd until they finally make mc crack a smile or laugh)

Samira: “You walk with your head bowed still as a nodding lily. Chin up—I should think, after everything, a face as dear as yours should bow to no one, least of all to yourself. If your vision is clouded then let me be your mirror. If I could give you just one thing, it would be my own eyes, so you could see yourself through them as I do, even if only once.”

Aurynn: Maybe a little bit spoilery but “…? I’d have thought royalty would be a better judge of beauty. (sigh) I mean, c’mon. You look just like the charming prince(ss/ps) stepped straight out of one of those fairytales I used to—ahem, er, never mind.” (falls into an obstinate silence and if they aren’t in public, he quietly removes his gloves instead and intertwines their fingers—this is a very vulnerable gesture for him)

#stygian sun total eclipse #stygian sun: total eclipse #sste asks #anon ask #sste: aurynn #sste: lilith #sste: lucien #sste: kieran #sste: samira #sste: mc #sste: nihm

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tsunami-of-tears · 1 year ago

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Haunted – Part One

Elain x Medium!Reader (sapphic) Rhys x Medium!Reader (platonic)

AO3

Summary: When Amarantha heard of the strange fae girl who could communicate with spirits, she had her hunted down and brought to her court Under The Mountain. Now trapped with the High Lords, Y/N seeks comfort and protection from Rhysand, and the pair develop a secret friendship. Once freed by Feyre’s actions, Rhys brings Y/N back to Velaris with him.

A/N: I’ve decided to split this into multiple parts as it’s lengthy. Part One is the backstory for Y/N and Rhys Under The Mountain and when they first arrive back in Velaris. I just adore the friendship Y/N develops with Rhys ❤️ He really does like to collect strays 😂 Thank you @shadowdaddies for asking about this WIP, I don't think I'd have worked on it otherwise!

Wordcount: 3.4K

Warnings: Reader can speak to the dead, so this is very grief/loss heavy and there are lots of ‘ghosts’; general trauma themes (+ healing); Amarantha, the Attor + UTM; mentions of physical torture and suicidal ideation.

Cold, spindly fingers grip my arm tightly as I’m dragged closer to the dais by the Attor. He shoves me down, pinching sharply into my shoulder and forcing me to kneel before the High Queen. My knees throb upon impact with the red marble. The smacking sound of skin on stone echoes through the hushed hall.

I feel eyes on me from all sides, from the surrounding fae that make up Amarantha’s court. Their chatter dulls as they take in the commotion.

The Attor stands straight behind me and announces his findings, “As you commanded, your Majesty. The spirit girl.”

Amarantha drums her fingers along the arm of her throne, her dagger-sharp red nails clacking against the stone. “Ah yes, I've heard many stories about this one,” she says, smiling cruelly. “Girl, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I respond flatly, quickly remembering to add ‘Your Majesty’ at the end.

Amarantha toys with the gold chain around her neck, and the charm– no, the bone– hanging from it. “Jurian, what do you think? Do you think the claims are true?”

The man standing beside the Queen steps forward with his arms folded across his chest, his form flickers as he moves. He is human, or was, judging by his rounded ears. “Do you truly care for my thoughts, or do you just like to hear yourself speak?” Jurian asks, rolling his eyes. Those eyes - so alike the one on Amarantha’s finger...

I push myself off the ground and stand up tall, shrugging off the bony clutches of the Attor. “Jurian would like to know if you truly want his opinion, or if you just like the sound of your own voice.”

A gasp ripples through the court and Amarantha gives me a serpentine smile. “So, the little pet does have teeth–” she looks down, inspecting her nails, before returning my defiant gaze– “but can she use them?”

“Rhysand,” Amarantha calls across the court.

A handsome man steps forward, amusement flickering in his violet eyes as he takes me in before bowing deeply to Amarantha. He straightens, inclining his head, “Yes, my Queen?”

“Look into her mind, can she truly speak to those that have departed this mortal realm?”

The male, Rhysand, bows his head again and I feel a night-kissed breeze caressing my senses. ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,’ a deep, soothing voice says directly into my mind.

How are you doing that?

‘I’ll explain later. For now, be careful what you say. Her sister, Clythia, is a very sore spot.’

I’m not afraid of her.

Surprise and amusement that is not my own ripples within me. ‘I know,’ the voice says before fading away without a trace.

Rhysand rises, addressing the Queen. “Her power is real, Majesty. She can see Jurian standing beside you. He looks quite well, considering...”

Amaranth claps her hands together at his confirmation. “Wonderful, this is wonderful news. Oh, you and I are going to have such fun together.” She waves a hand towards me, my dismissal. “Attor, take her to her room. I don't feel like speaking to the dead at present.”

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I finally have some privacy in my chambers. The room is small and plainly furnished. There’s very little warmth amongst all the dark stone, I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to fight the growing chills.

I’m alone for the first time in many years. Not even the dead walk these halls, so I only have my thoughts to keep me company.

I feel relieved that being tortured was not in the Queen’s plans for me, at least not yet. And I’m fortunate to get a room instead of a cell. Yes, I think I can make this work.

A soft knock sounds against the wooden door, jolting me from my thoughts.

Has she changed her mind about sparing me?

I move swiftly to open the door; hoping to find a friend, not foe, on the other side of it.

The handsome male from earlier, Rhysand, is lazily leaning against the wall across from my door, picking at the embroidered collar of his black jacket.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he purrs, pushing off from the wall. “May I come in?”

I step back and allow Rhysand entrance. His power swirls around him as he moves, like a cloak of liquid night.

“I apologise that there wasn’t time for proper introductions earlier. I’m Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” he offers, bowing his head to me.

High Lord. Of course.

At Rhysand’s admission, memories of Prythian’s history flood my mind. I recognised his name, and the black clothes should have been a giveaway… But his actions thus far did not match any of the stories I’ve heard about the formidable High Lord.

Rhysand gives me a sad smile. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but unfortunately we’re both stuck here. Do your best to keep out of trouble, and don’t do anything to piss her off. You’re now a member of this dreadful court, so you’ll need to attend all the festivities.” Rhysand emphasises ‘festivities’ with a nonchalant wave of his hand.

“Me? But I’m no one special.”

Violet eyes bore into mine as if they could see into my soul.

“You are special. Amarantha covets power - that’s why we’re both here in this position. My kind is called daemati. I can enter minds - make someone my puppet, read every single thought they’ve ever had, or I can destroy them from the inside out.” Rhysand looks to the floor, unable to hold my gaze as he continues.

“I don’t like to violate people that way unless absolutely necessary. I only got a glimpse of your thoughts, but it was enough to know I can trust you. I have to wear that mask around the others, but I’ll try to help you however I can.”

“Thank you. I don’t understand why you’re helping me, but I appreciate it. And I won’t tell anyone about… this.” Whatever this is.

Rhysand looks back at me, nodding once in acknowledgement. “Dinner is in two hours. You’ll need to dress up, I’ll have some of my handmaids come to assist you. Do not show any weakness here. She detests it and will destroy you.”

As Rhysand is about to leave, a woman with large batlike wings manifests beside him. Her form shimmers, her skin a dull pallor. She reaches out as if to touch his inky black hair but her hand doesn’t make contact. The woman’s hazel eyes portray endless love and sadness. “Y/N, please tell Rhys that Juno is proud of the male he’s become.”

He freezes as I relay the message from the beautiful woman. A single tear falls, leaving a trail of silver down his cheek.

“I didn’t think she was watching,” Rhysand whispers. “I don’t deserve her pride.”

I softly wipe away his tears, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “We don’t show weakness out there, but you can with me.”

Rhysand nods, squeezing my hand back. “Deal. And the same applies to you,” he says.

I feel a flash of heat down my forearm. My brow scrunches in shock as I drop Rhysand’s hand and pull my sleeve up. On my arm, there’s a mark that wasn’t there before. A mass of black whorls around a crescent moon.

Rhysand smirks at my contorted expression. “It’s a Night Court tradition to mark our bargains with a tattoo.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m aware of the practice, but you could’ve gone with something more inconspicuous.”

“I think it suits you, Y/N,” Rhysand says, his grin wide. “And as we’re now linked for life, you can call me Rhys.”

Rhys winks at me as he heads towards the door, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Prick.

‘I heard that.’

I smile smugly, shutting the door in Rhys’s cocky face. Prick is a much more suitable nickname.

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The following morning I am summoned to attend the High Queen’s court. Rhys stayed true to his word about helping me, sending his handmaids to dress me.

I never needed such finery in the villages I frequented. Before Amarantha, I travelled between a few temples, offering my services to the Priestesses. Gods, I miss my old life - the days spent on the open roads, the peace I could bring people. There was no peace to be found near Amarantha.

The twins, Nuala and Cerridwen, help me into a gauzy white dress. There are enough layers that it’s not seethrough, and the panels float around me as I move. They dust my face with a light powder and line my eyes with black kohl. They also do my hair, braiding the top section and leaving the rest to flow freely down my back.

I get a glimpse in the mirror before I leave the room, doing a double take at the female staring back at me.

She looks like a ghost.

Amarantha’s eyes track me as I walk the length of the room towards her throne. She smirks as I bow deeply before her.

“You wished to see me, Majesty,” I say, keeping my head low and eyes on the floor.

“My my, don’t you scrub up well when you’re among civilised company,” Amarantha sneers. “Rise, girl. I wish to speak with my sister. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.”

Beside Amarantha, Jurian scoffs.

“It doesn’t work like that, Majesty,” I retort.

Amarantha narrows her eyes at me. “And why not?” she demands.

“I can communicate with the dead, but it’s on their terms. If they do not wish for me to see them, I cannot make them. And I can’t make them talk.”

‘Careful…’ Rhys says into my mind.

I’m speaking the truth. That is not a weakness.

Jurian pushes off the ledge he’d been leaning on. As he speaks, I will my eyes to glaze over - a little trick I picked up, making my powers appear more tangible to those who cannot see what I can.

“Clythia won't come near her while I’m here,” Jurian explains. “My soul is tethered to the pieces she’s kept of me, her cruel trophies… As the bitch is quite fond of my eye, I can’t leave. I don't believe you’ll get the pleasure of meeting her sister.”

“What’s happening?” Amarantha demands. “Rhysand, what is she doing?”

Rhys steps forward, “My Queen, that look, the hazy eyes, it means a spirit is calling to her.”

I let the fog fade from my eyes, turning to address Amarantha again. “Majesty, Jurian is tied to those objects you hold. Clythia will not come near him.”

Amarantha sighs loudly, inspecting her nails. “Of course not, why would she want to be near that filthy human? I have no further need of you today, but I will come up with some other uses for your talents,” she sneers.

I bow again and turn, moving to the back of the room to watch the rest of the proceedings.

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I very quickly fell into a routine Under the Mountain.

The twins would dress me for court in the morning, making me look like the living dead.

After breakfast, I’d attend the throne room with the other High Fae. Court politics were… complicated. Fortunately, I had little involvement in this.

Then there were the balls and dinners of an evening. They were always a big event, with gruesome entertainment most nights.

I barely stomached the cruelty. After the first dinner - I spent the rest of the night throwing it up. The torment was only made worse when I was forced to communicate with the poor souls Amarantha tortured for sport. I spent many nights lying in bed, replaying the horrors in my mind.

As each day passed, it grew harder to live with myself and the things I was forced to witness.

My bargain with Rhys was the only thing keeping me going.

I began to look forward to his sarcastic comments in my mind while the other members of the court bickered.

When sleep couldn’t find us, we’d spend the night talking down our bargain bond. We exchanged stories of our lives before and made many grand plans for after. We knew they were unlikely to be realised, but our dreams were all we had left.

One day, Rhys tells me of dreams he’s been having—dreams of a human girl. For the first time, he could see her clearly, she must have come over the wall somehow. She was in Prythian.

‘I don’t know what it means, but maybe she’s the one we’ve been waiting for,’ Rhys ponders.

If only I was a seer, that would be a much more useful power.

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That human girl was indeed who we were waiting for.

That stupid girl, entering into the bargain with Amarantha.

Like he did for me all those years earlier, Rhys helped Feyre as much as he could.

At first, I was doubtful that Feyre would complete all the tasks. When she showed up that wyrm and then threw the bone at Amarantha, I knew she was special. I finally allowed myself to have hope.

Then she died.

I watched as Amarantha snapped her neck. Watched as her life force left her body, though a spark glimmered near Rhys’s chest. Somehow, he held on to her, keeping her soul from moving on.

Once she’s made, I can feel her powers blooming, an echo of each High Lord, mixed with something else. Being brought back left a trace on her soul.

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Amarantha had been defeated and we were free. Most of her court had left Under the Mountain already, the nastier fae made themselves scarce promptly after Tamlin killed her.

I’m not sure where I’m going to go. My family were long gone, along with the village I once called home. Now, Rhys was my only friend, and he had his own family to get back to.

A rippling black cloud blooms in front of me, and Rhys materialises. His black hair is dishevelled, his eyes wide with shock. Even his movements seem rattled.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, but he can’t meet my gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, you don’t have to tell me here or now, but don’t lie.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it firmly.

“It’s Feyre,” he says.

“Is she okay? She’s gone to be with Tam–”

“She’s my mate,” Rhys says so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. His confession stuns me.

“Oh Rhys, I’m so sorry. We’ll work it out, you have that bargain.”

“Yeah, I- I don’t know,” he shrugs, defeated. “If she’s going to be happy with Tamlin then that’s all I want.” Rhys pauses, still unable to look me in the eye. “Anyway, let’s go home,” he says, schooling his features into his signature smirk and extending his hand to me.

“Home?” I question.

“Do you think after everything that I’d leave you here? You’re coming with me.” He smiles softly before taking my hand in his and winnowing us away.

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We materialise in a living room decorated with tasteful but eclectic furnishings. It’s warm and inviting, especially after those years under the mountain.

A blonde female enters the lounge room as we appear. Her mouth widens in shock and she drops the mug she was holding which shatters on the floor, spilling brown liquid all over the worn rug.

She lets out a sob and runs to Rhys, wrapping her arms around him. He holds her in silence, stroking her long golden hair as his eyes well with tears.

Two winged males enter the room with a short High Fae female.“Oh my gods,” one of the males whispers.

Rhys turns at their entrance and embraces both males. Everyone in the room has teary eyes, even me, while I stand awkwardly to the side.

I’m not usually a crier, but we got out. The weight of that fact is heavy on my soul.

Rhys releases his family and extends his hand to me, pulling me closer. “Everyone, this is Y/N,” he says before introducing each of his friends - all names that I’ve heard before. People that I never expected to meet in person. “Y/N helped keep me sane Under the Mountain. She’ll be staying in Velaris for the foreseeable future.”

Amren steps forward, observing me. I take a step back as her power overwhelms me. She is not from this world.

“What are you?” I ask softly.

“I was going to ask you the same question, girl.” Amren tilts her head to the side as if studying me. “You’re not of this realm, not entirely.”

Rhys cuts in, “Amarantha was using Y/N for her abilities. She can communicate with the dead.”

Cassian pales beside me, his face contorted in shock. “Cauldron boil me, you can - talk to ghosts?” He shudders.

“The living scare me more than the dead ever did,” I reply.

“Isn’t that the truth,” Mor quips before pulling out a bottle of wine and enough glasses for everyone, seemingly plucked from the air. “Settle in, you’ve got 50 years of gossip to catch up on,” she grins.

‘Is there somewhere I can go while you catch up with your family?’ I ask Rhys down our bond.

His concern ripples back in response. ‘You’re family now too, but I understand if you need some space.’

Rhys smiles at his cousin, “We’ve waited 50 years, I think we can wait a few more minutes while we get settled. Y/N, I’ll show you your room.”

I smile and nod as Rhys takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. He squeezes firmly, the way we always do.

“There’s a few empty bedrooms up here, you can take whichever you like - that one–” he points to the door at the end of the hall– “overlooks the garden.”

“Thank you, for everything.” I pull him into a tight hug and he kisses me on the top of my head.

“Go on, tell me if you need anything,” he taps on his temple.

I nod, “You go on, your family are waiting.”

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Rhys was right. The view of the garden was a nice change after being stuck under the mountain for the last 10 years.

I’ve bathed, but even after scrubbing myself raw, I can’t quite shake the dirty feeling. My skin is red and angry, but I find a lotion in the bathroom that helps soothe it. The lavender scent fills my nostrils.

We got out.

I dress and decide to go downstairs. I feel restless inside and don’t want to be alone with my thoughts any longer.

Rhys looks up as I descend the stairs and he smiles widely at me. “There she is. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah…” I look at the door, and the coloured light streaming through the stained glass panel. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Rhys nods. ‘We’re free,’ he says down the bond. ‘You can go wherever you wish.’

I walk towards the door, hesitating at the threshold before finally stepping into the sunlight.

I pause, feeling the warmth on my skin, a sensation I never thought I’d feel again. In the distance, children are playing and I can hear people talking and laughing as they go about their days.

I shut my eyes, letting the sounds of the city fill my head, enjoying the peace that the chatter brings.

We made it.

“I can’t quite believe it myself,” Rhys says from beside me.

I open my eyes, turning to look up at him.

“We got out,” he says. “It felt so hopeless at the end there.”

“I thought I was going to die Under the Mountain,” I confess quietly. “That she’d tire of my party tricks and amuse herself by torturing me. I would’ve welcomed it. An end.”

Rhys turns to look back at the house, at his family through the glass panes, “No one else understands.”

I take his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “Our bargain still stands.”

Rhys squeezes my hand back. “Always. Now I’d really like for you to show off your party trick for Cassian. If you’re up to it.” Rhys smirks and I raise a brow. “He’s creeped out by anything that’s not tangible. If you can pretend some spirit is angry with him, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“Oh I see, you brought me here to be your jester.” I give Rhys a playful shove with my shoulder. “Come on, let’s do it. You can feed me intel so it’s extra convincing.”

“Oh, you’re evil,” he chuckles darkly. Rhys holds the door open for me, and we step inside his home together.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acomaf #acosf #acowar #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand #elain archeron #elain archeron x reader #elain x reader #rhysand fanfic

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tessa-liam · 6 months ago

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Turning the Page

Before I called You Mine

Chapter 16

Choices, The Royal Romance, The Royal Heir AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Series Masterlist, My Complete Masterlist

Main pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who both belong to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match.

Rating: M 🔞 - Warnings – Series will have crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Words: 2.8k

Before I Called You Mine Chapter 16

Chapter Summary: Liam and Riley celebrate their engagement in Paris, France. Leo confronts Madeleine as she arrives unannounced at the palace. Drake and Maxwell, along with Bastien, take William and Bartie to the Eiffel Tower.

Title and Music Inspiration:

I Get to Love You, Ruelle

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’)

‘One look at you, my whole life falls in line...

I prayed for you, before I called you mine...

Oh I, can’t believe it’s true, sometimes...

Oh I, can’t believe it’s true.’

The Suite Impériale at the Ritz, Paris, France

Riley’s P.O.V.

As soon as the door closed behind us, the lock clicked into place leaving the King's guardsmen outside in the hall to stand on guard for their King. Not wasting any time, Liam wrapped his powerful arms around my waist, snugly pulling me flush to his hard body. Tilting my head up, his lips crash with mine as he kissed me, softly at first, then more urgently. My hands moved to his hair, to his broad shoulders, to his hips, pulling him even closer. His fingers danced across my skin, and I shivered.

His kisses leave my lips and travel down the column of my neck, and across my collarbone. My eyes flutter closed as his lips and tongue and teeth explore my skin. I'm lost in the sensation, his touch.

His masculine scent envelopes me ... and possesses me.

I run my hands up under his shirt, feeling his taut, chiseled physique.

He pulled away and gazed down at me. I look up and meet his gaze. He smiles.

"What?" I coyly simpered.

"You're just so beautiful," he says, his voice low and husky.

I can't help but blush.

"I want you," he says. "More than anything."

"Then take me," I reply, lasciviously.

I feel his fingers reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress. He slowly slides it down, then slips the straps off of my shoulders, my dress pooled around my feet. He looks down at my breasts, his eyes dark with desire. Watching me intently.

"What?” I respond with a soft purr.

"I have waited so long ... fantasized about ... making love to you as my fiancé. And now, you are finally mine.”

My breath hitched at his intensity.

"You're so gorgeous," he continued. "Every inch of you."

He took my hand leading me towards the bed.

He laid me on the bed gently and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body. He moved his lips down to my breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth. I gasp as his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He moved to the other breast, and continues to suck and lick, making me moan.

He moved lower, kissing and licking my stomach, then lower, until his teeth tugged my lace thong down between my legs and off. Teasing me more, he made his way back up the inside of my thighs, licking and marking my skin, until I'm writhing beneath him. His large hands spread my thighs, my core exposed to his attention. He brings me to the edge, as his lips and tongue circle and suck my core as it spasms in ecstasy. Moving back up, he trails a featherlight touch with his hand back up my body to my neck, gently palming my throat. Kissing me deeply, he pulled back and rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

"I need to watch you, love."

Taking his cue, I straddled him and slowly sank down onto him. He groaned deeply as he filled me, his hands gripped my hips tightly and I can't help but moan, my back arching backward in pleasure.

Thrusting into me, he filled me over and over again.

"Fuck, Riley," he groaned.

He reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands, teasing and squeezing my nipples. The sensations making me gasp.

"Liam..." I cry out.

"Come for me," he says, his voice strained but commanding.

"I... I'm going to come," I gasp.

"Yes, Riley, come for me," he repeats.

His words send me over the edge. My body trembled as the sensation crashed over me. He continud to thrust, and then his body tensed as he fell over the edge with a deep groan.

We lie there, our bodies entwined, after I lift up to lay down beside him. Liam wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my temple.

"I love you, too."

He kissed the top of my head. "Marry me," he pleads.

I laugh. "I already said yes, silly."

"I know, but I want to hear you say it again," he grinned.

I sit up and look at him. "Liam, I will marry you. I can't wait to be your wife."

He grins. "Good."

He pulls me down back into his arms, enveloping me as we both fall asleep, content and happy.

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Cordonian Royal Palace

"Hello, Madeleine. What a surprise," Leo said, his voice laced with sarcasm. He watched her quickly step toward him.

"Leo," she said curtly, her tone cold and distant. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Obviously," he said, matching her icy tone.

"I was looking for Liam," she declared. "Do you know where he is?"

"Why are you looking for my brother?"

"It's none of your business, Leo."

"Actually, it is," he retorted, his eyes narrowing. "Anything that affects my brother's reign is my business."

"This has nothing to do with his reign," she countered, her frustration mounting.

"Then why are you looking for him?"

"I told you, it's none of your business," she snarled, her fists clenching at her sides.

"Maybe not," he said calmly, crossing his arms, blocking her path with his muscled and toned tall frame. "But if it has something to do with the Cordonian monarchy, then I have a right to know."

"I am part of the Cordonian monarchy," she spat. "So, unless you want to get on my bad side, I suggest you stop asking questions and just tell me where Liam is."

"Liam is in Italy, with his fiancé."

Madeleine's eyes widened.

"Fiancé?"

"Yes," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips at her shocked expression. "Liam is engaged."

"To whom?" she demanded, her heart pounding in her chest.

"The same woman who was the front-runner for the crown during his social season," he replied, enjoying watching the shock and anger flash across her face.

"That bitch!" Madeleine hissed, her jaw clenched.

"Now, now, Madeleine," he taunted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's no way to speak about the future Queen of Cordonia."

"She will never be the Queen of Cordonia," she growled, her body trembling with rage.

"Well, I suppose that's up to Liam," he said, the smirk still playing on his lips.

"I'm the Queen of Cordonia," she snapped. "And I will not allow some commoner to steal the throne from me."

"That's not really up to you," he said, his gaze challenging her. "If I remember correctly... he tossed your ass out of his life and Cordonia."

"Don't test me, Leo," she sparred, her voice dangerously low. "You will not like the results."

"Is that a threat, Madeleine?"

"No, it's a promise," she said, her eyes burning with anger.

"Whatever," he replied curtly, waving his hand dismissively. "You're wasting your time here. Liam is gone, and you're not going to find him. He's out of your reach."

"I will not give up," she said, her chin lifting defiantly.

"Then you're a fool," he said, his tone bored. "You can't compete with Riley. She has everything you don't."

"And what is that exactly?"

"She has his heart, for starters," he said, his gaze cold and unwavering.

"Love is for fools," she sneered.

"May..be," he said, his expression darkening. "But that's the one thing you'll never have. And you'll never be able to take it from Riley."

"I'll take everything else," she snorted, her voice filled with venom.

The Suite Impériale at the Ritz, Paris, France

Liam's naked form was a sight to behold. His broad shoulders, muscular back, and toned arms and thighs were a testament to his strength and power.

Riley couldn't help but stare as he walked towards the bathroom, his ass tight and toned. Her eyes followed him as he disappeared behind the bathroom door, the sound of the shower starting moments later.

She sat up in bed, her body tingling with desire. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him as her husband to be, and she was thankful for the many blessings she had been given so far.

As she heard the shower turn on, she slipped out of bed and crept into the bathroom, her body naked and ready. She pushed open the shower door and stepped inside, her eyes fixed on Liam's backside.

He turned, a surprised, but delighted look on his face.

"Riley..."

She moved towards him and into the shower, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing his wet and soapy chest.

"I couldn't wait," she whispered.

He chuckled, his hands running over her wet skin.

"I'm glad you didn't," he replied, his voice husky.

He pulled her close, his lips finding hers. The water ran down their bodies, the steam rising around them. They kissed passionately, their bodies pressed together.

Riley moaned as Liam's hands moved over her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath his touch.

Through the water that was streaming down her face Riley kissed her way down his neck. She felt him growing hard against her stomach, and she reached down to wrap her fingers around his length.

"Fuck, Riley..." he groaned, his fingers digging into her ass.

She stroked him, his length thick and hard in her hand. She knew she could make him come with her hand, but she wanted more.

"Liam," she said, looking up at him coquettishly.

Riley slowly slid down to her knees, shamelessly, down the rippling planes of his stomach as her hands felt his muscled thighs. She licked a stripe along his length, eliciting a low growl from Liam.

"Fuck, Riley... that feels so good," he said, his voice low and husky as he slid past her lips.

* Le Café Petit Gourmand

Bartie and William looked through the window of the café, their mouths watering at the sight of the pastries and sweets on display.

"Are you guys hungry?" Maxwell asked.

"Yes!" they both exclaimed.

Maxwell laughed and led them inside. The three of them walked up to the counter, and the boys each picked out a treat.

"Mmm," William hummed, taking a bite of his pastry.

"This is so good," Bartie said, licking icing off his fingers.

Drake, Maxwell and Bastien all smiled at the boys' enjoyment.

"So, where are we headed next?" Drake asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"We should visit the Eiffel tower," Maxwell replied. "It's the best view of the city."

"Okay," Drake said. "But, we need to get back to the hotel in a few hours." Drake looked at Bastien for confirmation.

"His Majesty, wanted the Royal jet ready for 5 p.m. to return to Cordonia," Bastien responded.

"See, we have time," Maxwell replied.

After finishing their pastries and coffee, the group headed towards the Eiffel tower.

The Eiffel Tower was a majestic sight, towering over the city and dominating the skyline. It was a popular tourist attraction, and the lines were long, but Bastien arranged a few shortcuts, and the boys made it to the top without waiting in line for too long.

The view was breathtaking, and the boys stood at the railing, looking out over the city.

"Wow," Bartie breathed.

"It's beautiful," William agreed.

"I wish my mother and Bertrand were here," Bartie said, a little wistful.

"I'm sure they're having a good time," Maxwell replied. "But, we'll tell them about it when we get back."

"Speaking of time, we should head back to the hotel," Drake said.

They rode the elevator back down and made their way back to the hotel.

Bastien's phone beeped as he received a text.

"His Majesty has instructed me to return William to his suite," Bastien announced.

"Alright, see you soon, kid," Drake said.

"Bye, Uncle Drake," William replied, giving him a hug.

"See you on the jet," Maxwell said, ruffling his hair.

Bartie waved as they headed for the elevator.

William and Bastien rode the elevator to the presidential suite. Bastien escorted him to his door, knocking once.

Damien smiled as he held the door open for the young prince.

"Hi, Damien," William said.

"Prince William," Damien bowed slightly. "I'm glad to see you returned safely."

"I had fun," William replied, smiling.

"But I am ready to go home now."

Damen smiled watching William run crashing into Liam, as he held his son in his arms.

'I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you'

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the-mortuary-witch · 6 months ago

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ARTEMIS

WHO IS SHE?

Artemis is the Greek goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague. She is the daughter of Zeus and Leto, and the twin sister of Apollo, the god of the sun, music, and prophecy. Artemis is often depicted as a young and beautiful maiden who is fiercely independent and strong-willed, and is known for her skill as an archer and hunter. She is also associated with the natural world and is often shown in the company of animals, particularly deer.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: she is often depicted as a beautiful, young woman with long, flowing hair and a slim, athletic build. She is often seen as being surrounded by animals, such as deer and dogs, and may be seen with a bow and arrow in hand. She is also often depicted with her twin brother Apollo, and the two are often described as being incredibly beautiful and radiant.

Personality: Artemis is often portrayed as a strong, independent, and fierce goddess who values her own freedom and independence, as well as the freedom and independence of others. She is also seen as protective and nurturing of women, children, and the natural world. When working with her, she is often seen as supportive and empowering, encouraging her devotees to pursue their own path and cultivate their own strengths and abilities. She values loyalty, bravery, and resilience, and may be more likely to respond to those who embody these qualities in their worship.

Symbols: bow and arrow, quiver, crescent moon, knives, hunting spears, animal pelts, lyre, and torches

Goddess of: the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth, girls, chastity, archery, disease, and plague

Culture: Greek

Plants: cypress, walnut, palm, amaranth, almond, daisy, willow, wormwood, fir, pine, thistle, honeysuckle, bay laurel, artemisia, fig, and oak

Crystals: moonstone, opal, selenite (wand or tower), pearl, heulandite, nacre, amethyst, quartz, apatite, orange calcite, apophyllite, and labradorite

Animals: stag, deer, dog, bear, serpent, goat, buzzard, boar, quail, guineafowls, bee, and all wild animals

Incense: cypress, fig, walnut, frankincense almond, pine, fir, and anything woodsy

Practices: animal magick, protection, fertility magick, embodying the divine feminine, lunar magick, and pregnancy rituals

Colours: forest green, blood red, gold, silver, white, blue, and yellow

Number: 7

Zodiac: Cancer

Tarot: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Temperance, The Moon, Queen of Pentacles, Knight of Cups, and Page of Wands

Planet: Moon

Days: typically invoked before the hunt, Monday, Beltane, Laphria, Thargelia, Gymnopaedia, Pythian Games, Noumenia, Boedromia, Mounichia, Charisteria, Boedromia, and Elaphebolia

Parents: Zeus and Leto

Siblings: Apollo (twin) and many paternal half-siblings

Partner: N/A

Children: N/A

MISC:

Stags and deer: she is often associated with stags and deer because these animals were among her favourite creatures to hunt, and were believed to be sacred to her. In some legends, Artemis was said to have the ability to communicate with these animals, and they would often appear in her presence. Additionally, the image of the stag or deer has long been a symbol of grace, speed, and agility, which are qualities that are also closely associated with the goddess.

The moon: in many ancient cultures, the moon was viewed as a symbol of femininity, fertility, and the cycles of life. Artemis was the goddess of the hunt and the wilderness, and her role as a protector and guide for women and children was closely linked to the moon and its phases. The moon's cycles were also believed to have a direct effect on fertility and reproduction, and Artemis was often invoked by women seeking assistance with fertility or childbirth.

Bow and arrow: the bow and arrow are symbols of power, accuracy, and precision, all of which are traits associated with Artemis. She was a skilled huntress who hunted with a bow and arrow, and the two objects became a symbol of her strength and prowess. Additionally, the bow and arrow were also associated with warfare and the act of protecting oneself and others, and Artemis was known to have fought in battles alongside her brother Apollo. This association added to the symbolism of the bow and arrow as a weapon of protection and defence.

Wilderness: Artemis was often associated with the wilderness because she was the goddess of the hunt and the protector of animals and the environment. She was known to roam the forests and the mountains, and had a strong connection to the natural world. The wilderness was seen as a place of solitude and purity, and Artemis often retreated to the wilderness to commune with nature and to escape from the constraints of civilization. Additionally, Artemis was closely associated with wildlife, and the wilderness provided a space for her to hunt and interact with her animal friends.

Honey: Artemis was associated with honey because it was believed that the nectar that the bees collected from the flowers was a product of her tears. According to legend, Artemis was upset and crying one day, and her tears fell to the ground, where the bees collected them and transformed them into honey. This story reflects the belief that honey was a gift from the gods and that by consuming it, humans could benefit from Artemis's love and protection. Artemis's association with honey also reinforces her connection to the natural world and its abundance.

FACTS ABOUT ARTEMIS:

She was a patron of healing and disease, particularly among women and children, and believed to send both good health and illness upon women and children.

Artemis is often associated with the wilderness, and animals, such as deer and stags, are often seen in her presence.

She was fiercely independent and often rejected the advances of men, choosing instead to remain chaste and independent.

She was often associated with the moon, and her influence was believed to affect the phases of the moon and the fertility of the earth.

Artemis was also associated with virginity and fertility, and many female followers of her temple were required to remain virgins and dedicate themselves to the goddess.

Artemis was also known for her wrath and jealousy, and she would often take revenge on hunters who killed animals without respect.

In some legends, Artemis was said to have killed Orion, a giant huntsman, after he accidentally saw her bathing.

In some accounts, Artemis was also associated with healing and was said to have been assisted by the goddess Hebe in some healing rituals.

HOW TO INVOKE ARTEMIS:

To call upon Artemis, you can begin by creating a comfortable and peaceful space where you can focus your energy and intentions. You can light a candle, burn some incense, or even use a small offering of herbs or flowers associated with the goddess. Then, you can start by invoking the presence and energy of Artemis and asking her to be with you. You can say something like “Artemis, I call upon you and ask for your presence and guidance. I seek to connect with your energy and to learn from your wisdom.” You can then state your specific intention or request, and then sit in silence and wait for a response.

PRAYER FOR ARTEMIS:

Luminous Artemis, keen-eyed Huntress, delighting in arrows,

Swift-footed Wanderer of woodlands,

Beloved daughter of Thundering Zeus and Fair Leto.

Your aim is unequaled, your strength exceeding, the mountains are yours to wander.

Graceful one who runs through thorn and thistle with never a scratch,

To the helpless you offer protection; to the lost, your guidance.

Your shining arrows bring justice to the subdued.

O guardian of woods, I praise and honour you.

SIGNS THAT ARTEMIS IS CALLING YOU:

Repeated dreams or visions of stags, deer, or the moon.

Feeling drawn to the outdoors and a strong desire to spend time in nature.

Experiencing a sudden attraction or draw to archery or hunting.

Feeling a desire to protect animals or the environment.

A change in your relationship with your femininity or your independence.

Experiencing an increased intuition or gut feeling about decisions or situations in your life.

Feeling a draw to activities related to the woods or the wilderness, such as camping or hiking.

A desire to learn more about ancient mythology or the role of women in society.

Experiencing a sudden increase in courage or a desire to stand up for yourself or others.

An interest in healing or herbalism, as Artemis was closely associated with healers and the natural world.

Feeling a heightened sense of self-reliance and independence, and a desire to pursue your own path in life.

A sudden connection to animals, and experiencing changes in your relationship with them.

Experiencing dreams or visions of bows, arrows, or hunting equipment.

OFFERINGS:

Acorns.

Seeds.

Feathers.

Wild flowers.

Images of the things she’s associated with.

Golden jewelry.

Blood (do NOT purposely harm yourself, others, or animals. The blood should be of natural sources like a nose bleed or menestural blood.)

Stones/rocks.

Herbs (any kind).

Olive oil.

Foods and drinks: fruits/fruit pits, meat (any kind), jerky (any kind), milk (any kind), nuts (walnuts, peanuts, and almonds), fish you caught (or bought is fine too), honey, honey sandwiches, honey cakes, blood coloured drinks (red wine, cranberry juice, etc), jams (she really likes grape and strawberry jam), water,

Palm tree leaves/bark.

Bows and arrows.

Crystals: moonstone, opal, selenite (wand or tower), pearl, amethyst, quartz, and labradorite.

Chili powder/turmeric/ginger.

Bones/fur of animals (have bones/fur from animals that died naturally. fake ones are fine too).

Pine cones/pine needles.

Moon shaped objects.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

Learn self defence.

Help out the bees.

Pick fruits and flowers.

Honour her brother, Apollo, and her mother, Leto.

Protect women, wlw, ace/aro people, and animals.

Dance and sing: let the music or energy move you.

Go hiking or bird watching.

Practice green magick.

Learn the art of archery.

Be a feminist/womanist.

Spend Monday’s with her.

Light a candle scented of cypress.

Work with the nymphai, elven, and/or fae.

Learning herbalism.

Create Greek runes out of acorn/walnut shells.

Protect nature and wildlife.

Get some houseplants and name them after nymphs.

Learn archery.

Walk barefoot in nature (be careful of glass and such).

Donate to organizations that help save forests and help endangered animals.

Go hiking.

Let yourself be wildly beautiful; do not let society force you into nimble demure.

Cleaning up nature trails.

Track the moon phases.

Practice lunar magick.

Take a stroll in nature (bonus if you find cool rocks, fallen sticks, or wild flowers. You can offer them to her!).

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years ago

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A snippet from the Star Wars AU:

Cellbit, first off, doesn't even know what the Force is. It's an abstract concept, like childhood. Or peace. Or the moons.

Cellbit's home planet of Favela had five moons. By the time he was launched across the galaxy into the war, Favela was down to three.

Now, as Cellbit slits yet another throat under the too-warm Favela sun, there is only one moon left, and it's set to be demolished by the Empire in a week's time.

Grimacing at the smell, Cellbit powers off his knife and tucks it away. He drops the corpse unceremoniously, wrinkling his nose at the way its fingers limply cling to the front of his jacket. He brushes them off; gross.

The job was supposed to be a simple one: meet up with Forever and drop off a ROM for him to deliver to the Resistance he definitely isn't part of. From there, Cellbit would pick up Richarlyson and get him off-planet just in case the Empire's laser causes more destruction than anticipated.

But, well, news travels fast, especially when it comes to Cellbit. Because everybody on Favela's heard all about the young Jedi apprentice who went to war a child and came home a Sith Lord, and Cellbit really doesn't know how to tell them that he's never even held a lightsaber. Honestly, he doesn't know how the rumor started, but it's fucking annoying because he can't so much as breathe in his home planet's direction without getting a laser rifle pointed at his face.

Cellbit picks up the dead man's rifle off the ground and slings it over his shoulder. It's empty, but Forever's a bit of a collector; if he doesn't want it, his "friend" The Demon will.

There's a rustle from behind a nearby building. At the same time, Cellbit's comm rings.

A simple man, Cellbit opens the call in his earpiece.

"Gatinho!" he hears, and he smiles despite the gun starting to peek its way into the street aimed towards him.

Cellbit pulls his knife back out and powers it back on. It hums in his hand. His fingers start to tingle; he needs to get Mike to reseal the handle again, the laser's starting to leak through.

"Guapito," he cheerfully responds, "how are you?"

"Fine, fine, I just had a question about the flowers."

The flowers, right. For the wedding.

In two months, Cellbit is going to get married to the love of his life. He and Roier already have the venue booked, and now they're working on the rest of it. Cellbit has a suit fitting booked for a week from now, and Roier supposedly already has his picked out.

The color scheme is red and white. That being said...

Click!

"What about amaranths?" Cellbit suggests.

He ducks just as the rifle fires. Its bullet singes his hair, fucking asshole.

Scowling, Cellbit charges the bastard and swings at them with his knife. They just barely dodge out of the way. The knife cuts through their pristine white helmet, revealing a scarred smile and blank, empty eyes.

"I mean, yeah, obviously," Roier scoffs. "But what else? Roses, maybe?"

The soldier butts the end of their rifle into Cellbit's stomach and pushes him away, and then they pull their rifle back and level it at his face and they pull the trigger and-

"I don't know, aren't those kind of cliche?" Cellbit asks, tumbling to the side and just narrowly avoiding a laser to the face. He falls into a roll and ducks behind a wall. "Like, they're fine, but I think your dad would kill me if we went with something cheap."

"Roses aren't fucking cheap, man. In this economy?"

Cellbit lets out a labored breath, and it's just a bit too loud because Roier goes deathly quiet on his end of the line.

"Fine," Cellbit pants. "Roses are fine. I said they were fine."

Another volley of bullets pepper the wall behind him. A few go right through the wall and mark the building opposite with smoking black dots.

A beep from the comm marks the end of the call. Fuck.

Cellbit adjusts his grip on his knife.

"You know," he calls, hoping the Empire soldier can hear him, "you're going to want me to kill you now."

No response. Figures. It's kind of hard to speak when you were born without a mouth.

One more round of gunfire, and now they need to reload their gun and-

Cellbit leaps out from behind the wall with an animalistic snarl, pouncing upon the soldier and knocking them to the ground. They twist in his grasp, kicking and punching with the hand not holding their rifle.

He presses his knife to their throat, and they freeze.

"You know who I am," he says. "Nod for 'yes'."

The soldier nods. Good. So they can hear.

"You're one of Cucurucho's," Cellbit says. It isn't a question; he could recognize one of Cucurucho's personalized clones from a light-year away.

Another nod, this one more frantic.

"Is Cucurucho on-planet?"

A shake of the head.

"Did Cucurucho send you?"

Nothing.

Cellbit presses the knife in enough for it to start cutting through the soldier's armor, melting it. No response. Seems they've accepted their fate, then.

There's no higher honor for a soldier than to die in the heat of battle. Cellbit may not respect the Empire worth a damn, but he respects the art of war enough to let a soldier die the way the universe intended.

Cellbit drags his knife across the soldier's throat and watches the little life left behind drain out of their eyes. Once they're dead, he stands, and he pulls out his comm to call his fiancé back, his back turned to the dead soldier.

Roier doesn't pick up, but-

PEW!!

Cellbit gasps a scream as a laser shoots through his shoulder. Instinctively, he drops his knife to clutch at his arm, spinning around to face the soldier he had just killed with wide confused eyes, what the fuck?

"You're dead," he tells them. This is new. "You're- hold on."

Entirely disregarding the rifle pointed at his chest, Cellbit struggles to pull out his camera from off of his belt. He could use this! Maybe it's just a fluke, but maybe Cucurucho finally-

"Get away from my husband, you piece of shit!"

Cellbit looks up just in time to watch a red beam of light stab right through the soldier's chest. Over their shoulder, he can see the messy, annoyed face of his very handsome fiancé, who was supposed to stay on the ship to finish getting it ready for Richarlyson.

Roier pulls his lightsaber out and spins it once in his hand before powering it off and tucking it away. He spits on the soldier's corpse as it falls, and then he kicks it for good measure. His eyes almost seem to glow gold for a moment, for just a second, but then he looks up at Cellbit and his face melts into a smile.

"Gatinho!" he cheers.

He jumps over the body and tackles Cellbit in a hug, picking him up and spinning him in a circle before setting him back down and proceeding to lightly smack the back Cellbit's head with a frown.

"You said you would be fine on your own," he pouts.

"I was fine!" Cellbit protests. But he can't hide the wince as Roier's hand brushes against his shoulder, and he can't hide the scent of burning flesh.

"Uh-huh," Roier flatly says.

Cellbit rolls his eyes and shrugs his way out of his fiancé's hold. He bends down to pick his knife up and frowns at the new dent in its handle. Mike's gonna kill him...

"I guess you'll just need me to protect you from now on," Roier sighs.

"My knife..." Cellbit whines. He looks down at it sadly.

"Fuck your knife, it couldn't even kill that guy!"

"It tried its best!"

"Just get a new knife. That way you won't get shot like an idiot the next time you go out on a job by yourself."

Roier grumbles and swoops Cellbit into another hug, this time not letting go as Cellbit squirms in his arms. He mutters loving insults into Cellbit's hair and pinches his ear once before letting go and taking his hand, allowing Cellbit to put his poor dented knife away.

It's only then in that moment of quiet that Cellbit realizes something.

He looks down at Roier with a wide grin. "You called me your husband."

Roier's cheeks redden just slightly. Just slightly, barely noticeable under the red Favela sun.

"I was just practicing, you know?" he says. "For later."

Cellbit's heart skips a beat. He can't help it. He kisses Roier, and he laughs into Roier's mouth as Roier starts swearing at him about PDA and not kissing in front of dead bodies.

"I love you," Cellbit whispers.

Roier pulls his face free from Cellbit's and puts his lips next to Cellbit's ear: "I know."

And that's all Cellbit needs to know.

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#qsmp space wizards au #not too happy with this but i had the idea and i wanted it out yk?

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hereticalhowler · 29 days ago

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Message in a Bottle

A hulking frigate built of dark wood and gilded supports pulls into the docks at Enaísimos, nestled in the bay of South Amaranth. The flag of the Heiress flies gently in the wind at the top of the ship, a graceful dash of fuschia obscuring the moonlight from above. A breeze wafting off the ship carries the scent of the ocean, rich with salt and petrichor. The Charter of the Beast sways and creaks in the dark waters of the bay before dropping a long wooden plank with a sharp clatter.

Gathered on farther docks and kept well away from the royal navy, a group of local trolls whisper amongst themselves. Captain Delahaye is here— how long has it been since her last visit? The ship looks bigger this time. Do you imagine she will be pleased with the temple? I hope I get to say hello ~♡

Loud, commanding footsteps echo out across the dock as Justicia Acropora Delahaye descends the wooden board, absentmindedly offering a gesture in acknowledgement to the trolls awaiting her nearby. The small, slightly-distant crowd responds with an enthusiastic sea of hands waving back in admiration and awe. Justicia instead turns her attention to a group of limebloods gathered at the end of the dock, patiently watching her descent. They wore white robes, and various forms of golden and silver jewelry. Each of them had clearly spent a very long time getting ready for the captain’s arrival. As her eyes settle on them they all bow to her in recognition, before Justicia signals them to stand at-ease.

The violet-blooded captain towers over the trolls below her. Her long, carefully groomed hair flows gracefully in the wind. Captain Delahaye wears a violet coat, adorned with evidence of her statue in the alternian navy; a fleet captain, and one of the Princeps’ council members. Her shirt and pants were carefully pressed. She smells of sea salt and rain. A gold circlet with a violet gem rests upon her forehead, glinting in the bright moonlight.

Her smile and honey-sweet voice enchants the attendants. “⚔︎ GΘΘd evening, ladies.”

“Hello, Captain Delahaye!” one attendant exclaims, pushing past the others to step forward toward her. “How was thine journey? Is there anything we can get you? If thou’rt in need of rest, we can take you directly to your lodgings— ”

She’s cut off by another attendant, pushing past her. “— and to treat thine stress, my hands are known to work wonders on weary joints!”

Justicia laughs lightly, and waves off the women. “⚔︎ That wΘn’t be necessary. I simply need to stretch my legs. There is news tΘ share with me, yes?”

“Oh, of course, Captain Delahaye!” Another attendant attempts to push past the other two. “If you’d follow us, we can give you a new tour of our island. We’ve made a lot of progress since your last visit!”

Justicia places a hand on the back of her neck and rolls her head. “⚔︎ Ah, yes, it has been sΘme time nΘw, hasn’t it? DΘ fΘrgive me, my lΘves.”

The attendants all sing a chorus of acceptance, assuring her that she had done no wrong, that they were just so excited to have her return to their humble island, and they were planning for her arrival for wipes to ensure that it was perfect, and really the extra time was a blessing! And with disinterest, Justicia looks toward Firsmate while the attendants speak to her. The captain’s right-hand nods in return, indicating that she could leave with them. Firsmate is more than equipped to command the crew without the captain. Delahaye inclines her head away from the docks, and the attendants take her cue to depart.

Justicia lets the chatter and chirping of the attendants fade into the background as they lead her on a tour of the island, weaving through architecture and flora. While she didn’t state it, she tends to avoid this routine visit due to the narrow passages required to enter the bay in which it is settled. She’s only required one visit per sweep to check the loyalty and progress of the settlement, so she takes her sweet time before returning. Though the sights of the island are worth the visit, she thinks, her gaze lingering on one of the attendants with a particularly enticing frame. The attendant blushes in return.

After some time walking, the attendants inform Justicia that their final and most important stop of the night would be atop the mountain.

“Though, of course, if you feel too tired from your journey and our tour, we can always take you to your lodgings!”

Justicia sighs, and stretches her arms above her head. “⚔︎ NΘ, that wΘn’t be necessary. I have been lΘΘking fΘrward to this hike,” she said, shedding her coat and handing it off to one of the attendants without looking. The warm climate of the island didn’t bother her much normally, but scaling the mountain would inevitably make her sweat, and she would prefer to not soil her coat with that.

Marble pillars raise the peak of the mountain further, crested by a fuschia-colored roof cutting against the deep purple of the Alternian sky. Vines have been carefully attached to the temple, adding life to the cool, white stone. There are pomegranate trees planted along the sides of the temple, with treasures low enough to pick. Justicia doesn’t ask before plucking one from a nearby branch and tearing it open with ease. She feeds herself a few of the seeds after carefully scooping them out, and smiles at the taste. It is sweet, but tart, igniting a slight tingle at the bottom of her jaw. Delahaye compliments the attendants on their work with the fruit, who all giggle and recite a chorus of, “Thank-yous,” in return.

It is then, while she savors the flavor of the fruit, that the subtle, distant plucks of a lyre catch her attention. She asks the attendants to depart for now, as she’d like to be alone. With less enthusiasm than before, the attendants agree, “As ye wish, Captain Delahaye,” and one hands the captain her coat back. The group depart down the mountain, waiting for her and pouting while she spends time alone above.

Acropora follows the music into the temple. Obscuring the musician stands an in-progress statue of the heiress. The attendants had mentioned on the way up the mountain that it would be completed once she was older, and closer to adulthood; a statue that ages with her. At this moment, it wasn’t much more than a slightly-carved hunk of rock, though. The captain walks around it, and spots a troll sitting on a bench, looking out of the temple and over the island. Long, dark, braided hair hangs over her back, tied together at the end with what appeared to be a piece of a vine. She was wearing some revealing robes; Acropora could tell that just from behind. Her voice is sweet, confident, and beautiful. Behind her, a lime-tipped tail with spikes running along the length calmly sways side to side in time with her song.

Justicia straightens her shoulders, adjusts her collar, and runs a hand back through her hair before attempting to approach. Her footsteps are carefully and quietly placed on the marble flooring, doing her best to make her presence unknown. The echoing of her boots is offset by the song that the mutant before her plays. Silently, she positions herself behind the musician.

“⚔︎ YΘu make a beautiful melΘdy.”

“☆ Ah! ☆” The troll exclaims, shooting up from where she had been sat a moment prior. She stares back at Acropora, scowling at her in clear annoyance. She held a lyre in her hands, one that appeared to be carefully carved and kept in top condition. She wore a set of robes similar to the attendants, but a pastel lime, more worn, and more… revealing. They seemed to cling to her tightly, fighting to not come undone at her hip and chest. The only other things she wore seemed to be a pair of tan sandals on her feet and heart-shaped earrings.

“☆ Thank yΘu. ThΘugh, I dΘ appreciate nΘt being interrupted in the middle Θf my performances. ☆” Her tail flicks back and forth, painting the air behind her in a fast flash of lime-green. She’s begun to kick up a small breeze.

Delahaye smiles smugly down at the woman in front of her, and rests her wrist limply on her sword. “⚔︎ My sincerest apΘlΘgies, my lady.” She steps over the bench, and reaches for the other woman’s hand. She takes it in her own, and places a gentle kiss on the back of the palm. She smells like citrus, she thinks.

“⚔︎ I just cΘuld nΘt resist the siren’s call Θf yΘur vΘice.”

The limeblood softens her gaze, and steps closer, closing the gap between the two and bringing them nearly chest-to-chest. “☆ And I’m sure yΘu knΘw what becΘmes of sailΘrs whΘ listen tΘ the sirens? ☆”

Acropora leans her head down, expecting a kiss. “⚔︎ DΘ enlighten me, my heart.”

The mutant stands on her toes, bringing her lips within a breath of Acropora’s. She lets the moment hang in the air. Both of their chests rise and fall in unison while the tension between them builds. Acropora focuses on the gentle slope of the mutants cheeks, taking in her lime-green star-shaped irises. She was the most unique troll she’d seen. She was so—

“☆ They drΘwn. ☆”

And with a firm push, she sends Acropora tumbling over the back of the bench. She falls clumsily and knocks her head against the marble floor. The mutant leaves the temple in a huff while Acropora is stunned by her fall, her tail still flicking angrily behind her. Acropora listens to her footsteps fade into the distance.

Alone, and slightly embarrassed, Delahaye stands and dusts herself off. She glances around, grateful that no one else seemed to witness her failure of courtship. But a smile sticks to her face as she descends the mountain. She feels a warm resolve building in her chest.

The attendants swarm about her at the base of the mountain.

“⚔︎ There was a mutant, in the temple.”

They all freeze for a moment, before beginning to apologize profusely for their neglect. Justicia Delahaye simply raises a hand to them, and they pause their onslaught of condolences in their place.

“⚔︎ I have nΘ ill will. I mean Θnly tΘ knΘw her name.”

“Sapphone,” one of them responds meekly.

“⚔︎ SapphΘne…” Acropora catches the briefest flash of a tail disappearing into the trees. “⚔︎ What a beautiful name.”

The captain finally returns her attention to her attendants. “⚔︎ I think I will be extending my stay, if yΘu’ll allΘw me, my lΘves.”

They all respond with excitement, and begin tugging her away toward her quarters. While she indulges in the pleasures of the flesh with the all-too-eager attendants, her mind continues to wander to the mutant she met in the temple, her sweet melodic voice playing in her head; the slopes and curves of her body occupying the captain’s mind. Her hands slide over the bodies in front of her while she imagines the mutant. What fun, to not be wanted.

—

“☆— truly, her audacity was astΘunding. ☆”

Sapphone was outside of her hive, a U-Shaped building wrapped around a central courtyard. The home, made of bricks and wood, stood deep in the forest near the central mountain of Enaísimos. Vines grew over the home, in a mix of intentional placement and vast overgrowth. Many flowers were in bloom. She stood in the center of the courtyard, picking fresh fruit from the tree she had planted there many, many moons ago. A multi-legged, multi-eyed deer laid nearby, watching her intently while she talked. The mutant tore open one of the fruits, and tossed a chunk to the deer. He bent his head down and sunk his teeth in.

“☆ She was practically cΘpulating me with her eyes alΘne. What a smug, annΘying wΘman.” Pluck, pluck. She drops the fruit into a basket below. “☆ I’ve seen her, with thΘse ever-lΘyal wenches with her. She believes she Θwns them, Θwns us. They lack any gall, they just Θbey her every whim. ☆” The lusus nearby snorts in response. Sapphone tosses another piece of fruit to him.

“☆ Yes, exactly my pΘint. Thank yΘu. ☆”

She steps down from her makeshift ladder, a moderately sized log she propped up against the trunk of the fruit tree, and picks up the basket. She carries it with her to a well also within the courtyard and sets it down next to the stone. Sapphone retrieves a bucket of water from the depths of the well and carries it inside with great effort. When she sets it down in her cookingblock, it lands with a loud thud, some of the water spilling out over the edge. The mutant sighs, and grabs a hand-sewn towel from the nearby counter to wipe up the spill.

In the next room over, she places the basket of fruit on the floor near some of her other food storage. There were various crates and jars containing different fruits and vegetables she had bought and grown decorating the floor of the storage room. Spices and dried peppers hung on the walls above, decorating the air with a variety of aromas. Sapphone takes a deep breath in through her nose, savoring the scent.

“☆ Mm… what tΘ make for dΘrpΘn… ☆”

Sapphone makes a clicking noise with her tongue, and her lusus makes his way inside and to her, peeking his head in the doorway. She reaches up and cups his head.

“☆ Did yΘu catch anything? ☆”

The lusus grunts in response and flicks one of his ears.

“☆ Θh, lΘvely. YΘu left sΘme fΘr me, yes? ☆”

He grunts again, and backs out of the room. Sapphone watches him leave, and grabs a variety of the spices on the wall, as well as vegetables that had been in some of the storage. Her lusus groans loudly from the courtyard, beckoning her out. When she steps into the doorway she sees what appears to be a headless lamb laying on the ground. The lusus snorts proudly.

“☆ …and yΘu did nΘt take this frΘm the village, yes…? ☆”

He flicks an ear in response.

“☆ Right. ☆ ” she looks down at the corpse, setting her hands on her hips. “☆Well, fΘΘd is fΘΘd. GΘΘd wΘrk, elaphΘs. ☆”

Butchering the lamb, while challenging, is nothing new to the mutant. She separates the shoulder from the bulk of the meat, and tosses the innards to her lusus to snack on. He tears into the entrails eagerly. She sets the skin of the deceased lamb out to dry on the stone outside and tucks the trotters of the sheep aside for a soup later on. The lamb shoulder marinates in a bowl full of seasonings and spices while she cleans up the rest of the meat for a later date.

Just after setting the shoulder in the wood-burning oven to roast, her lusus grunts suddenly from the courtyard. Sapphone peeks out through the doorway to see one of the captain’s attendants approaching her hive. She doesn’t wipe the blood from her hands before going out to greet her.

“☆ EudicΘ. ☆”

“Sapphone.”

“☆ TΘ what dΘ I Θwe this displeasure? ☆”

The other troll groans and rolls her eyes. “You already know why I’m here, Siniix.”

“☆ I haven’t the slightest clue what yΘu mean. ☆”

She points at Siniix indignantly, her voice rising in volume. “You were in the temple! We told you that she was visiting soon, and that you weren’t to interfere.”

Sapphone crosses her arms. “☆ She was nearly three wipes late. Was I meant tΘ avΘid it until her eventual arrival? ☆”

“Yes! You were!”

“☆ That seems idiΘtic. ☆”

Eudico pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath.

“She’s staying longer, now, because of you.”

“☆ And I’m sure yΘu’re all taking very gΘΘd care Θf her. ☆”

“Sapphone, she asked for your name!” Eudico had begun yelling. Sapphone’s lusus grunted loudly from the corner of the courtyard.

“☆ And? What dΘes it matter tΘ me? ☆” She stepped toward the other troll who had invaded her property. Her tail twitched angrily behind her, the spines pointed upwards. “☆ She will fΘrget abΘut me Θnce she has made cΘncubines Θf yΘu all. She will use yΘu, and discard yΘu. This is what yΘu want, yes? ☆”

What can only be described as a cruel smile stretches across her face. “☆ Θr are yΘu simply upset that yΘu were sent tΘ deal with me, while the rest “entertain” her? ☆”

The other troll’s mouth twitches in anger. Sapphone successfully struck a nerve. Eudico’s eyes dart away from Sapphone’s, and lock onto the lamb hide drying on the stone.

“Where did you get that?” She asks, pointing at the hide.

Sapphone shrugs. “☆ SΘmewhere. ☆”

Eudico narrows her eyes. “You are infuriating.”

“☆ NΘ, ” She places a hand on her cheek in mock surprise, “really? But I’m sΘ pleasant tΘ be around. Just ask the Captain~ ☆” Sapphone laughs at her own teasing.

“Just— stay out of the way. We don’t need you ruining this visit for the isle,” Eudico says.

“☆ I am quite sure that my five-minute meeting with the ever-sΘ-diplΘmatic Captain Delahaye hasn’t ruined anything. ☆”

“You don’t know that.”

“☆ Neither dΘ yΘu. ☆”

Silence hangs in the air. Eudico turns to leave without saying another word.

“☆ GΘΘd mΘrning, CΘurtier. ☆”

#fantroll #homestuck #justicia acropora delahaye #siniix auctor #howling #i wrote this a while ago and put it on toyhouse but i figured i should finally upload it here too #ill write more eveeennntually #creative writing #fiction #oc fiction #oc

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bao3bei4 · 2 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers :)

i love a little ask meme. this is exactly what it says on the tin. inspired by oomf.

How many works on AO3?

THIRTY SIX.... wow. it adds up. in my head it's like. ten. there are also a couple fics floating out there on a different secret pseud.

2. Total word count on AO3?

167,219. again, wow... it adds up.... this number is kind of low considering that i have THIRTY SIX fics (<5k each), but i could have written a novel or two in the past five years. but i didn't want to. so i didn't.

3. Top five fics by kudos?

shen yuan and original luo binghe’s epic adventure in the modern world - 3541 kudos

sweet as honey - 3398 kudos

put me in, coach - 2621 kudos

white amaranth, purple eggplant - 2139 kudos

two point perspective - 2086 kudos

well i suppose that tracks. it's kind of funny to me that all my top fics by kudos were in the year i started writing. did i peak with beginner's luck. but realistically these all benefited from being written relatively early on in the fandom. actually i had been convinced that scum villain fandom had PEAKED in 2019 and no one was going to read my shit. oh how the tables turn. now I'M the hag.

4. What fandoms do you primarily write for?

scum villain! and a couple other random fics for mxtx. but THIRTY ONE out of thirty six. are scum villain. again also there's my disowned lovechild fics that aren't mxtx out there somewhere.

anyway it's funny originally i thought i would just write a couple of sv fics and then move on to like. naruto. or fe3h. or whatever else i was thinking about in 2020. but now the characters are like old friends to me and it's very easy to imagine them in situations. i should really push myself out of my comfort zone. well i'm doing that for my fandom trumps hate gift. so!

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to! they used to be my only outlet for talking about fandom. now i have fan friends and it's not all repressed. but the main thing is that a lot of my popular fics were written five years ago, so i don't have much to say in response other than. THANK YOU I LOVE YOU MWAH. i respond a bit more right after i post a fic when all my thoughts on it are fresh.

6. Angstiest ending?

the ones that are canon compliant. isn't that funny? every road leads to an end is i miss shen jiu whump lowkey, as told through ning yingying's eyes. the qing jing ghostbusters and the ten great mysteries of cang qiong mountain sect is i miss binghe whump. and the good, the bad, and the terror of the unjust is also "goodbye shen jiu" whump. well this one was supposed to be a comedy but i couldn't figure out how to make shen jiu stop abusing binghe so i just made it canon compliant.

7. Fic with the happiest ending?

my post canon fics! white amaranth, purple eggplant is about being depressed and getting a happy ending anyway. and forever hold your peace is about getting MARRIEDDDDDDD. so i'm very dedicated to sappy bingqius.

8. Do you get hate?

nope! everybody loves me. for now.

9. Do you write smut?

yes! i love physical comedy and what is sex, if not the ultimate act of physical comedy.

10. Do you write crossovers?

does the failed collaborative attempt at a saw fusion count? check it - the saw villain's self-saving trap.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! Saettore did with Шэнь Юань, оригинальный Ло Бинхэ и их эпическое приключение в современном мире !

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

the aforementioned saw fusion fic. and also an exquisite corpse style fic with the now defunct cumplane server - con men. i kind of want to write co write something now. damn!

14. All time favorite ship?

i don't.... think i have one.... i love all my ugly children. bingqiu by numbers, but they still only make up 19% of my oeuvre.

15. WiPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

get home safe, my wangxian modern au set in the bay area. my wangxian juices aren't activated, and also i wrote that while missing home. then i moved home for a while and all the hazy romantic nostalgia evaporated. i feel like between what IS written and grandmaster ranked in demonic cultivation, i've gotten a lot of the "let's put the mdzs guys in san jose" juice out of me.

16. Writing strengths?

i think i'm funny. i like my dialogue. i like my fast pacing and comedic timing i have. i joke a lot that my fic at its strongest is really just stand up comedy.

17. Writing weaknesses?

everything else :) no seriously, i have a hard time slowing down a scene, building a setting, or even describing anything.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

at first i used to translate everything - e.g. Shizun -> "Teacher" but for the past several years, i just do fandom house style where titles are untranslated. especially for modern aus, the bits that you would say untranslated even in an english sentence, those stay.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

scum villain! well i do also have a fe3h fic i was writing about the same time as my earliest scum villains. it was a post black eagles fic, where petra returns to brigid and becomes involved in masses of political intrigue and an arranged marriage. it was going to be a long fic, so naturally i ran out of steam and full pivoted to yaoi instead.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

atttt the moment. maybe because of recency bias. or because i've been thinking about it for literally five years, the entire time i've been writing fic. possession. she's my baby. this fic anticipated me going to grad school, and is so much fun to think about and theorycraft with friends about.

okay that's it from meeeee. who am i tagging? everyone. if you see this, you need to do it. thanks <3

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amaranth-writing · 2 years ago

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is your main blog amaranth?

no, lol 😭 i actually just saw that blog for the first time literally five minutes ago and thought about shooting them an ask about how similar our names are!

totally off-topic side note: my writing has been ABSENT lately. i'm still active, i read a lot, i've just had the most horrendous writer's block of my life for months now and i dunno how to get back into it. fingers crossed... y'all might get something by halloween. MAYBEEEE i'll respond to my other asks, if my lazy ass can get to it 😭 life has just been so hectic lately oml

#amaranth-writing #amaranth-responds #anon #anon ask #my writer's block is SO BAD #been obsessed with ghost from cod mw2 lately...

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crows-of-buckets · 8 months ago

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finally deciding to make an about me post yippee yay!!

ig- @/bucket.of.crows

bsky- @/crows-of-buckets

Hi my name is Crow! Most of what I reblog is fandom stuff, and I jump between fandoms quite frequently <//3 I have a few that I tend to come back to regularly however (Somehow I manage to have a dragon age obsession at least once a year. it is very consistent)

If I don't respond to something, it is either bc 1) I genuinely don't know what to say and social interactions terrify me, 2) I was too tired to respond to something when I saw it then I promptly forgot about it or 3) got anxious and convinced myself that the person who sent it hates me or something. Deepest apologies I'm just awful at stuff like that and have pretty bad anxiety I do try though <//3

I block very very generously! If you do end up blocked by me it may not be for any actually bad reasons, you could have just worded something in a way that mildly annoyed me, please dont take offense to it lmao. Me and the block button are madly in love, and I do not hesitate to press it. This is mostly just to curate an experience that is fun for me, and also to avoid me getting overly mad about random bad takes i see. Bigotry of any kind is not tolerated and you will be blocked.

I tend to ramble on about my ocs a worrying amount. As of right now, I am rather focused on my dragon age ocs, but i also have personal ocs and ocs for other fandoms

About tagging

Generally I try to tag things appropriately, although sometimes i am not the brightest and forget. If I do that's my bad I'll normally notice before too long

I tag all my art as "#my art". If you only want my art stuff, I have an alt that is solely for reblogging all my art. That is @bucket-of-crows

My rambling tag is "#crow rambles" half the time this is me yapping about my ocs, other half is me complaining about something lmao

I tag my ocs using "oc: *oc name*" as a way to organize stuff. I also use "worldstate: *worldstate name*" for dragon age worldstates, since I have a few. Any posts I make about my ocs/oc playthroughs is tagged "#my ocs"

While I don't tend to reblog sexual stuff, anything with excessive nudity is tagged as "#nsfw" just to be on the safe side

I AM NO LONGER TAGGING DAV SPOILERS REGULARLY. I may occasionally tag really big spoilers but it's not consistent!! I also tag anything critical of the game as "#dav critical" Anything critical of other dragon age games / bioware as a company is typically tagged "#bioware critical" or "#da critical"

About my ocs

Im gonna ramble about my ocs a bit, so I'll put this under a cut so this doesnt look too long lmao

This is still a work in progress bc i accidentally posted it. Whoops. Anyways, this section is unfinished sorrgy

Aviae Surana

(she/her)

Aviae is my main dragon age origins oc, and I talk about her quite a bit. Shes specializes in spirit healing/arcane warrior/battle mage. Technically she also takes a little bit of levels into keeper, but I don't really consider it one of her canon class since I never use it with her like I do the others.

She romances Morrigan, and does the dark ritual with her. She puts Alistair on the throne due to her distrust of Anora. She feels guilty about it, but she would do it again in a heartbeat. Her closest friends from Origins are Zevran and Alistair, but she considers all of the people she traveled with dear friends. From the Awakening crew, Anders is practically family to her (they grew up in the Circle together, and shes always considered him like a brother), and Nathaniel becomes someone she ends up relying on. Her and Justice also get along very well, even if they butt heads on occasion.

For important decisions, she sided with the mages, made Bhelen king of Orzammar, made a truce between the Dalish and the werewolves, helped Redcliffe and saved Connor without Isolde dying. She kept Avernus alive (I'm still in the air about whether she allows him to continue his research), let the Architect live as well, and saved Amaranthine. Vigil's keep stood its ground with the upgrades she had provided it.

This is my girl! Sadly I don't have a better reference for her current canon outfit (she has an old outdated reference sheet though), so this will have to do.

In some of the older posts, I refer to her and Alistair as exes. Sadly, while this is a fascinating dynamic, it is not canon anymore. As much as I love Alistair, Aviae would not trust him enough to fall in love with him due to him having trained as a templar. Eventually they become close friends, but never more than that. She is part of my "Mage rights" Worldstate. I tag all of her posts as "oc: Aviae Surana"

Relationships with companions:

Alistair: These two. Most fucked up friendship ever happens between these two. At the start of the game, she's wary of him, due to his templar training, but the two eventually become close friends. Of course, this is completely fucked up by the Landsmeet. Aviae originally tells Anora that she will support her (this is a bold faced lie), and does NOT inform Alistair of her deceit. Then, once actually at the Landsmeet, she puts Alistair on the throne, sucessfully twisting the knife in both alistair AND anora. Two birds one stone, as they say. Trying to make up for it, she promises to help him lead, to stay by his side and advise him. This placates their relationship for a while, making them a bit less awkward around each other. However. However. Aviae lied. Well, she didn't MEAN to lie. But when the final fight is over, Aviae's mental health tanks for the worse, and she struggles coping with Morrigan leaving her. She feels guilty over being alive, all that shit yada yada. She doesn't even stay in denerim a week before she ditches and travels with Zevran (well. It was more of Zevran going "Aviae my dear friend, if you stay here it will kill you. Do you want to stab people. Would that make you feel better. Lets go stab people"). This completely shatters what little of a friendship the two had. When Awakening rolls around about three months later, their reunion is. Tense. And awkward. For everyone there. They don't properly have a conversation after this until many, many years later.

Morrigan: Ohhh these two. Now that im sitting here trying to type something up nothing is coming to me but man. They both longed for freedom most their life; Aviae from the Tower, and Morrigan from her mother. Aviae ends up with a small crush on Morrigan from the moment they meet, and it only grows as time passes. Morrigan takes a bit longer to accept her feelings, but eventually they enter a relationship. Despite the fondness they hold for each other (not that either of them are willing to say it), they argue quite a bit throughout origins. About the mages, about the elves in denerim, about the anvil. Somehow they always end up snapping at each other during this time. Despite it all, they both care so so deeply. And it terrifies both of them. They both have problems admiting how deeply they care (aviae because of growing up in the Circle, Morrigan bc of a multitude of things lmao). On the Eve of the final battle, Morrigan and Aviae do a ritual to keep her from dying. Morrigan admits she plans to leave, and Aviae is hurt beyond words. Despite this, she promises to come after her, and gives her the Warden's Oath (necklace containing blood from the joining) as a token of her love. Morrigan leaving does a number on Aviae's mental health, but the two reunite at the Eluvian and go to raise Kieran together.

Lelianna:

Sten:

Wynne: Aviae respects wynne quite a bit, but lord do these two bicker. Aviae is very anti tower, and there were many camp nights where they argued over the topic. Despite this, she did look to Wynne for guidance on many matters.

Zevran:

Oghren:

Loghain: Loghain was executed by Alistair

Anders:

Nathaniel:

Justice:

Velanna:

Sigrun:

Lucio Hawke

(he/they) (probably) (its not like hes figured it out yet lmao)

Relationships with companions:

Carver:

Bethany: Died leaving Lothering

Varric:

Aveline:

Anders:

Isabela:

Merrill:

Fenris:

Sebastian:

Tallis:

Selene Adaar

(she/her)

Relationships with companions:

Cassandra:

Varric:

Solas:

Sera:

Vivienne:

Blackwall:

Iron Bull:

Dorian:

Cole:

Lelianna:

Josephine:

Cullen:

Morrigan:

Ena de Riva

(he/him)

I WILL BE DISCUSSING VEILGUARD SPOILERS IN THE SECTION YOUVE BEEN WARNED

Relationships with Companions:

Solas: I can confidentially say that Ena hates this man with a passion. There is not a single moment where he even considers trying to redeem him. His contract was to stop the Dread Wolf. He has no intention of trusting a target; hes not THAT stupid. After Solas' trick with the blood magic is revealed, Ena is PISSED. Solas was tricked by Ena to keep the veil in tact.

Varric:

Harding:

Neve:

Bellara:

Lucanis:

Davrin:

Emmrich:

Taash:

Revari Mercar-Surana

(they/them)

Tyrian

(he/him)

Varamis

(she/her)

Other Ocs

Some ocs I either don't have a lot of content for, or dont post about enough to warrant me giving them their own section, so I'm going to put their tags down here. All posts about my ocs are tagged as "#my ocs". Some of these ocs may eventually get full sections if I get the motivation for it

Athiman Mahariel (he/him) (Dragon Age)- Morrigan romancer who made the ultimate sacrifice. Tagged as "#oc: Athiman Mahariel"

Veloura Mahariel (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Leliana romancer who got Alistair to do the dark ritual. Tagged as "#oc: Veloura Mahariel"

Viara Hawke (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Merrill romancer who sided with the mages. Tagged as "#oc: Viara Hawke"

Yvette Hawke (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Isabela romancer who sided with the mages. Tagged as "#oc: Yvette Hawke"

Zel (he/him) (Dragon Age)- Part of Selene's mercenary group. Has an au where he's Inquisitor, but that one isn't canon. Dorian romance. Tagged as "#oc: zel adaar"

Vashoth (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Part of Selene's mercenary group. Tagged as "#oc: vashoth"

Solmummer Adaar (she/her) (Dragon Age)- Josephine romancer. Tagged as "#oc: Solmummer Adaar"

Tyrian (he/him) (Pathfinder WOTR)- Tiefling, Daeran romancer, Lawful good turned Neutral good. Mystic path went from Angel to Legend path. I do actually have a lot of posts about him I just don't feel like writing a blurb about him

Uvara (she/her) (Pathfinder WOTR)- Dhampir, Arueshalae romancer, Chaotic Good, Azata. Tagged as "#oc: uvara"

Watcher Nyxtra (she/her) (Pillars of Eternity)- Pallegina romancer (the lack of a canon romance cannot stop me), tagged as "#oc: watcher nyxtra"

Arphae (she/her)

Grisvald (he/him)

Kaid (he/him)

Zayan (she/her)

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a-lilyinthevalley · 2 months ago

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(Floral Wreath anon here!)

*Grabbing flowers and plant parts while browsing a book, stressed*

Fir twigs, yellow acacia, fernleaf yarrow, tansy, garlic flowers, aloe, amaranth, ragweed, Jericho roses, agarwood, purple lion's herb, thrift, milkweed, asphodel, aster, bamboo, birch leaves, calathea, marigold, chrysanthemum spray, vetiver, Balm of Gilead, palm lily, crocus, daphne, ribbon plant, spurge, fennel, ash leaves...

Would rockweed help? No, no, that would just drag Wind Archer into this...

Snowdrops, golden star, ginkgo, liquorice leaves, bachelor button, barley, maybe waxvine... White and purple hyacinth? Hmm... Oh, Verse, why must you be so cryptic? No matter, let's see if any more of these flowers can be used in any potions to help things along.

Morning glories, lilies, sea lavender, lithops, pea lotus maybe, bluebonnet, purple medic, star daisies, lemon balm, monstera leaves, quina, daffodils, muskroot, lotus, beargrass... Wow this is a lot, but I'm only halfway through this jammy book.

*sigh* Okay... water lilies, four leaf clover, ginseng (ooh, makes wonderful tea), red poppies, pentas, pinkweed? Yes, restoration is good. Canary grass, spruce twigs, pine needles, rose-colored primroses, almond blossoms, flowering almond, bracken ferns, mountain pasque, pomegranates mayhaps... Pear blossoms, acorns, black and peach roses, wood roses, sweetbriar, wild petunia, white willow, garden sage, elderberry, figwort, hoodwort, lamb's-ear, comfrey, dandelions of course, what else...? Yew, meadow rue, bluewings, tulips, Cretan mullein...

Pansies, perhaps? Mm... we'll keep it as an option. Wild poinsettia, xeranthemum, and maybe zinnias. Oof, that was... a lot. Now to sort them by specifics.

Verse, if you can hear me, can we get any more clues about how to get White Lily back?

[You. Are amazing. I'm very normal about this. Pulling out the artillery plant and then mentioning Wind Archer had me DYING. You cannot just say that.]

Verse doesn't respond. However, Fwanon feels a breeze sweep through the room, and when they look back to the flowers collected, something has changed about them.

The bamboo, yellow acacia, snowdrops, dandelions, zinnias, and forget-me-nots are all... glittering.

The anon also notices a new plant added to the bundles surrounding them - wormwood, also glittering.

Had She marked the important plants, as a way to assist them?

#i think way too much about bouquets and flower language to ever be normal about plants ever again #i chose the most useful ones #for the anons and for white lily #keep these in your pocket #each will have a purpose in getting her back

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temporal-therapy-tsundere · 1 year ago

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@beingofemotion (in person, answer this when you can)

(Suddenly, in front of Amaranth, a human suddenly appears, but about a few feet above the ground. They fall, unsurprisingly, and they let out a groan. Slowly, they pick themselves up, grimacing through the pain.)

[*The Dialga jumps, seemingly going in a brief panic for a few seconds, before connecting the dots and settling down enough to respond]

"You... are mespirit?"

#missing child event #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp

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tessa-liam · 2 years ago

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Turning the Page

Against All Odds –5-

Choices, The Royal Romance, AU

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son.

Turning the Page Masterlist

Main Pairing: Liam Rys x F!MC Riley Brooks

All characters belong to Pixelberry, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who belong to this series.

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression.

Rating: M🔞Warnings - Series will contain crude language, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors.

Against All Odds – 5

Chapter Summary: Liam and Leo arrive in New York City. As Leo represents Cordonia and attends the U. N. conference, Liam, with the assistance of security intelligence, finds and reunites with Riley, uncovering her secret.

Music Inspiration: To Love Somebody, Beyries; More Than Words, Extreme

A/N2: My submission for @choicesflashfics, Week#58, prompt #3 - “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Brooklyn Heights, New York City

As the season's first snowflakes fell softly on the ground, Riley sat curled up on her couch, a soft blanket tucked around her legs, her laptop balanced on her knees. William, who had spent the afternoon playing with his toy train and building blocks, was now napping peacefully beside her.

Riley was lost in thought, the events of the past few days weighed heavily on her mind. She had read the news about Madeleine's pregnancy and had read the press statements on the internet. She was more than surprised by the announcement and curious about Liam's reaction to Madeleine’s revelations. Of all the questions she had, what bothered her most was the question of what would happen next. She couldn't imagine the stress Liam was under, but she also couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that the marriage was finally over.

Riley was drawn from her thoughts by the sound of her cell phone ringing. She reached over and picked it up, glancing at the caller ID. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that it was Maxwell. She took a deep breath and answered the call. "Maxwell, hello!" she said, trying to sound casual.

"Riley! I am so glad I got a hold of you! Are you doing alright? “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.” Maxwell's voice was filled with concern. Riley could hear the background noise of the city through the phone, and she could picture him rushing down the busy streets of the Capital, his phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. "Did you see the news? How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, Maxwell. A little shocked, but okay." Riley paused, her mind racing. She wasn't sure how much she should reveal, but she knew that she could trust Maxwell. "To be honest, I've been thinking a lot about Liam and wondering how he's doing. Do you know if he is alright?"

Maxwell hesitated for a moment before responding. "I'm not sure, Riley. He was not taking questions after the press conference. When Drake and I tried to get his attention, he was called away by his advisors, but he did smile back at us. I think he'll be okay." He paused again, and Riley could tell that he was carefully choosing his words. "Look, Riley...I don't want to keep secrets from you, and there's something you should know."

Riley's heart started to race. "What is it, Maxwell?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to be blunt. Liam is coming to New York, Riley. He's coming to find you."

Riley was speechless. Her mind was reeling, and her heart was pounding. She had so many questions, but all she could manage to say was, "He's coming here?"

"Yes, he's arriving tonight. Look, Riley, I know you're probably not ready to see him yet, and that is completely understandable. But I wanted you to hear it from me and not from someone else. And... I just want you to be prepared."

Riley's head was spinning, and she could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes. "Maxwell...I don't know what to say … are you sure about this?"

“Little blossom, yes,” Maxwell responded, somberly.

"You don't have to say anything, Riley. Just promise me that you'll give him a chance. He needs you now, more than you know.”

***

As the snow continued to fall, Riley sat quietly on the couch, staring out the window, lost in thought. Her heart was conflicted. On the one hand, she knew that Liam’s arrival would bring a torrent of emotions and feelings that she was not yet ready to face. But on the other hand, she could not deny that part of her was excited to see him again.

… and William! Riley’s swallowed hard; her hands trembling, as she felt him stir beside her.

The Four Seasons Hotel, Manhattan

Liam stared out of the floor to ceiling window of the penthouse suite, the lights of the Manhattan skyline spread out before him. He was filled with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. He knew that finding Riley was the first step, but he had no idea how she would react to his arrival. He sighed and turned away from the window, walking over to the bar cart.

“Well, Li, how do I look?” Leo asked, walking out of his room, slipping gold cufflinks into his sleeves.

Liam chuckled and lifted a bottle of Macallen and poured the amber liquid into two crystal tumblers. “Very dapper, brother. I’m sure the ladies will love it.”

“Oh, please. Like I need help getting their attention.” Leo flashed a wicked grin, accepting a tumbler of scotch.

“Right. Just make sure you stay focused, Leo. I am counting on you to stand for and represent the crown.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “I know, I know. You have nothing to worry about. I will handle the press and keep them off your back.”

Liam nodded, grateful for his brother’s support. “I appreciate it, Leo. What would I do without you.”

“You would be a royal mess, that’s for sure,” Leo quipped.

Just then, a knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Bastien opened the door, allowing for a stream of Liam’s royal guards into the suite.

“Your Majesty, we have a report that the American media has caught wind of your arrival and are converging on the hotel.”

“It’s showtime,” Leo said with a smirk, downing the last of his drink.

Clapping Liam’s shoulder, Leo left with two of the guards to attend the U.N. conference opening ceremonies. Liam had no doubt that his brother would be the center of attention and charm of the press and dignitaries. As Liam finished his scotch, he turned his attention to Bastien.

“Bastien, is the car ready?”

“Yes, Your Majesty, it is waiting downstairs. There is press coverage outside the front entrance; I suggest we exit via the service entrance, Sir.”

“Very well, lead the way.”

The limo ride to Brooklyn was a blur, as Liam’s thoughts were consumed with seeing Riley again. He knew he was taking a significant risk by arriving unannounced, but he could not let another moment go by without reaching out to her.

When the limo finally pulled up in front of her brownstone, he took a shuddered breath as he watched Bastien get out and perform a quick perimeter sweep. Once completed, Bastien returned to open the limo door, and Liam stepped out. As he walked toward the steps and up to her door, the air felt electric, and he could feel his heart racing.

What would she say when she saw him?

Would she even speak to him?

Liam had so many questions, but the only way to find the answers was to take a leap of faith and knock on her door. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hand and rapped on the wooden door. After a few moments, the door opened, and Liam’s heart stopped. There she was, the love of his life, the one who had captured his heart and never let go.

“Riley...”- he managed; his voice choked with emotion.

“Liam,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Their eyes locked, and Liam felt as if the rest of the world had melted away. They stood there, staring at each other, both lost for words. Liam’s mind raced, and his heart pounded. He had imagined this moment so many times, but now that he was standing here in front of her, he was paralyzed with fear and uncertainty.

...and, wow, she looked incredible!

Her chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her chocolate brown eyes sparkled with emotion. She was dressed simply; a soft, silver grey sweater and jeans. But there was no mistaking the elegance and grace that radiated from her. Liam’s breath caught in his throat, and his heart ached with longing.

She was his sun and stars, his everything.

He knew he was in for a battle, but for Riley, it would be worth it.

Riley lost her struggle, her eyes welling with tears.

“Liam...” she managed, before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He held her close, inhaling her scent, savoring the feel of her body against his. It felt like a dream, a moment too good to be true.

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you, too.” Her voice was a soft murmur, muffled by his shoulder.

Liam felt her trembling, and he pulled away to look into her eyes. “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. I’m just...” she trailed off, unsure how to continue.

He smiled tenderly and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “It’s all right. I am not going anywhere.”

His heart was pounding as he looked down into her beautiful eyes, and he knew in that moment that he would do anything for her.

Riley grasped his hand. "Please, please, come in." She turned and pulled him toward the living area and motioned for him to sit on the sofa.

"Would you like something to drink? Wine, scotch, whiskey?" Riley asked.

"Scotch sounds great."

As she busied herself with pouring his drink, Liam took the opportunity to look around her home. It was filled with warmth and love, and it was clear that a family lived there. Toys were neatly gathered beside the fireplace, alongside a bookshelf of children's books.

Riley returned with his scotch and settled onto the couch next to him with bottled water for herself.

“You have a beautiful home, Riley,” Liam commented.

She smiled shyly. “Thank you. It's not quite a palace, but we’re happy here.”

Liam noticed all the pictures, framed and positioned throughout the room. Taking note of the two men and small boy standing beside Riley next to a Christmas tree.

“So, you’ve got a family now. Are you married?”

Riley’s expression grew serious. “No. No, I’m not.”

Liam breathed a sigh of relief. Riley noticed the framed picture Liam referenced.

“Remember, Daniel?” Riley paused, breathing deeply.

“Yes, he worked at the bar...”, Liam’s words trailed off.

“That’s right. Daniel, along with his husband, offered me a place to live, here, when I returned from Cordonia. They didn’t want me to be alone in the city.”

Liam noticed that her hands were trembling as she set her water bottle down on the coffee table.

“Liam...” Riley began, her voice trailing off.

“What is it, Riley? Please tell me.” Liam encouraged, as her eyes filled with tears.

“This is really hard for me.” Riley choked out the words.

“Riley?” Liam questioned softly, placing his hand on hers. The worry now etched on his face.

“There is something I need to tell you, Liam,” her voice wavering. Riley closed her eyes, unable to continue looking at him.

“We have a son. His name is William. He is two years old.” Riley blurted out quickly.

Liam was stunned. Rendered speechless. His head was spinning as he looked into her eyes. He swallowed thickly, not sure what to say.

“Liam, say something,” Riley pleaded.

“We have a son,” Liam said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Riley said softly. “I am so, so sorry I didn’t tell you. I wanted to, but it was never the right time.”

Liam took a deep breath and tried to steady himself.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, and I don’t expect you to be okay with it. But I wanted you to know the truth. It was wrong for me to keep it from you.”

“...but I was scared. So scared of what would happen if I stayed in Cordonia. Of what Madeleine would do. Of what that would do to your reputation.”

Liam sat back on the sofa, his gaze not leaving Riley's face.

"I understand why you would feel like you had to do that, Riley. I'm not mad at you," Liam said, his heart heavy.

"How are you feeling?" she asked, concerned.

"Honestly? Confused, hurt, a little angry," Liam admitted.

"I'm so sorry, Liam," Riley said, her voice breaking.

"Riley, I just need some time to process this."

"I understand," Riley said softly.

"Do you want to meet him? William, I mean," she asked.

"Yes," Liam said, his voice choked with emotion. “Very much."

Riley stood up and walked down the hall. Liam followed her and stopped when they reached a door covered in brightly colored stickers.

Sleeping on his side, wrapped in a blue blanket, William slept hugging his Scooby-doo plushie.

Liam's heart swelled with emotion. He knelt beside his bed; eye-level with the little boy.

“This is your son, Liam. William.”

“My son.” He slowly repeated.

Riley's lip trembled, watching his emotions starting to overtake him. “I'm going to leave you alone with him... if that is OK. I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

"Thank you, Riley."

She squeezed his hand and then quietly left the room.

As Liam looked at the child sleeping before him, a whirlwind of emotions washed over him. Pride, love, regret, sadness, all vied for a place in his heart. But most of all, he felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and responsibility. This boy, his son, was a gift. Liam would do everything in his power to make sure he was safe and loved.

Liam leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead.

"I love you, William," he whispered. "I will always be there for you."

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Liam made a silent vow:

No matter what, he would do right by his son.

Thanks for reading 🫶

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