#charming family fanfic

[marigoldwriter]

Red: One day, Boo, I'm going to have another girl in my life.

Chloe: What?!

Red: And she'll call you mama, and call me mommy, and she'll make stick drawings of us.

Chloe: ... just one, Mon Cœur?

[xbomboi]

how do you think the charmings and snow react to darling being Apple's true love

lowkey i think it’s two entirely different cases in book canon vs show canon but the way most people treat it is very inline with what i think would happen in book canon so i wanna talk about show canon.

so if you read Fable Fest you kinda know that i sorta loosely imply that really the only people who actually know darling woke apple up were the ones who were there. and i think the students were all way too shaken up by the other stuff going on at the time to dwell on it or more distracted by how daring wasn’t apple’s prince charming (no thanks to him making such a big deal of it). and i’m sure dexter would do his best to help darling keep it from their parents. apple just straight up doesn’t know, so neither does snow white.

i actually have this idea for when it finally gets revealed. i’m not going to spoil much about it because there will be a time when it comes into play, but they’d all be in the same place when it does happen.

and at that point, i can say at least lance charming would have the most tame reaction. he’ll still be surprised, but he won’t be angry or anything. but he’d be worried about how queen charming would take it.

so the thing is with queen charming, i want her in show-canon to be more focused on power than anything. so daring not being apple’s true love infuriates her, because she wants her family to have influence over ever after from the top. then you have darling who doesn’t want to be in a position of royal authority, but the moment queen charming finds out, she insists darling and apple be betrothed IMMEDIATELY and that darling assume her spot on the throne. she wants influence more than anything, even if that’s not what darling wants. that’s the conflict i want to come from that.

meanwhile, snow white is really going through it (mostly deserved if we’re being honest). but i plan on exploring her knowing a lot more than she lets on, and keeping many secrets that would otherwise make her a hypocrite or paint her in a bad light. so by the time she finds this out, she refrains from commenting publicly, only to then speak to apple in private. at that point, she’d be asking apple several questions to determine her standing, before trying to reason her best options as future ruler in the situation. because, after all, she’s a very business oriented person.

see, at this point in the story, with all i want to do with it in mind, ironically the biggest relationship the reveal is going to put a wrench in is apple and darling’s. and i can’t explain just why yet right now, but i have my reasons.

my perspective on this comes from where this reveal would happen in the timeline that i have sorta mapped out in my head, so if this doesn’t exactly make 100% sense, it’s probably due to the fact that in my mind at that point in the story there are a handful of things that have already taken place prior to the reveal that influence the reactions.

thanks for the ask!

[direwolfrules]

Also, started writing a thing that requires zero brain power to let my brain decompress from the strain of existence (constant projects with ADHD). There’s more written, this is just the most coherent section. Yeah, I’m writing part of this.

Cupid stood to the side of the screen, a pink and gold pointer stick in her hands. She pointed to a spot on the top of the multicolored jumble of lines and smiled. “In the beginning, there was Chaos…”

*****

“-and so as Kronos flung Uranus’, um, appendage, into the sea, some drops of ichor hit the Earth, and thus the Eumenides” — Cupid hit a button on the projectors remote, causing it to display three horrific looking monsters — “were born.”

The class watched on, horrified, as Cupid began describing the duties of these horrible creatures. Most of the boys in class looked fairy unwell, and had since Cupid described how Uranus lost his appendage. Blondie could see Daring, Dexter, and Hunter were still wincing in sympathy, eyes staring out into the middle distance.

“And then, from that, er, appendage, the seafoam was formed,” Cupid said, redrawing Blondie’s attention. “And from the seafoam came my grandma, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love.” Cupid hit the button again, and a zoomed in section of the— well, Blondie couldn’t exactly call it a family tree, now could she, more like a family Gordian Knot— appeared.

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Directions of Truth

Princess Red Thief

Part 7

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Leaning against the bench outside the bus stop that picks up and drops the kids off from the school I patiently waited for Henry. I wore the red cloak this morning, feeling somewhat safe wearing it. The bus pulled up and a few kids got off before I saw the young boy who smiled coming over to me. "Hey Eve, are you walking me home?"

"Oh no. Emma still is. I just need to talk with you." I shrugged my shoulders with him sitting his backpack on the bench.

Henry looked up at me. "Talk about what?"

"You're storybook....I heard something between Mr. Gold and the mayor that didn't add up. I am hoping that you could clear something up for me." I explained to the ten year old boy.

He sat down on the bench and I sat beside him. "What did you hear?"

"Mr. Gold said his name was...Rumplestilskin. And he called the mayor, her majesty. Those names and titles can only be mentioned in your book and not in this world." Running my fingers through my hair I unclipped the red cloak laying it in my lap.

He reached inside his bag taking the book out. "Well if he's calling her that means he's awake and remembers everything."

"And if he wakes up does that look good or bad in favor of this supposed curse being broken?" I asked the kid.

He answered my question. "Yeah the more people that wake up. The better chance my birth mom will be able to break the curse. Are you starting to believe since you're asking me?"

"I don't know exactly. I just feel that something is changing in this town." My phone vibrates in my pocket reading a text from Ashley to meet her at the hospital for some reason. "Uh kid I gotta go. I'll find you to finish this conversation."

Henry called my name, making me halt in my tracks. "Eve hang on! Don't forget this." He held up the red cloak that I had dropped on the bench not thinking about it.

"Thanks, kid." I take it from his hand making my walk in the direction of the hospital. The atomic doors slid open and I saw Ashley holding her baby girl at the front desk waiting on me. "Why did you want to talk with me?"

She bounced the baby. "Shawn is at work and I don't want to go to my appointment alone."

"I understand." Nodding my head in agreement.

A nurse came around the corner waving us back to the room. "Ashley, we're ready." We walked down a hall and were left alone to talk for a little while. She sat down holding her daughter in her lap smiling at me.

"Can I ask you something, Ashley. Do you believe in fairytales?" I asked her, thinking back to my conversation with Henry.

She smiled down at her young baby. "Before I got back together with Shawn I'd say no. But thanks to Emma we can be together."

"What would you say if I told you that we might be from another land. That we might be more in this town than we think. Especially considering none of us can remember our lives before we came here."

Ashley raised a brow. "What do you mean, Eve?"

"I'm trying to say that I - that we might be fairytale characters."

The blonde still gave me a confused look before the doctor came in the room eyeing me more than my friend who was here for her checkup. "Ms. Royal, you have some visitors outside that want to see you immediately." The doctor responded where I slowly rose to my feet leaving my friend in the room.

Going back into the lobby I halted in my tracks seeing Regina standing there with some nurses that were from the Psych department downstairs in the hospital. "Ms. Royal, I was hoping to find you here."

"What is going on, Madem Mayor?" I questioned feeling uneasy where I reached for the clasp keeping the cloak on around my neck.

She clasped her hands in front of her. "I've seen you talking with my son and I think you're the one filling his head with this idea that fairy tales are real. So I think it's safer for everyone if you are mentally evaluated."

"I'm not going insane. He's ten. He should be able to believe that fairy tales can happen. We were all kids once in our lives." I snapped at the woman in front of me.

Regina sent me a glare. "It's better that he grows up like the rest of us. Now you can either go willingly or put up a fight. It's your choice."

"I choose....fight." I growled under my breath spinning on my feet bolting into a run away from the other nurses and the woman herself.

"Get her signed in downstairs." She instructed one of the nurses having them come running at me.

Running through the hospital hallways I drew out my phone typing a quick message to Gold asking for help not knowing anyone else I'd call. "Gold, I need your help. Regina is putting me in the Pysch ward for no good reason. Please help me." I hung up the phone when one of the guy nurses cornered me.

"It's best to not fight us." The guy said to me,

I attempted to get out of his grasp by baring my teeth at him. "You can't do this to me - Incendia!"

"You see my point. Now she's speaking a foreign language. I'll be back later to make sure she's settled." Regina put a hand on her hip nodding to the two men holding me before they led me away from her.

Charming and I had been riding on horseback for a few days now in search of any information on where his beloved Snow White had run off to after she told him that she didn't love him.  Dismounting my horse I stretched my legs needing to rest with him grumbling under his breath. "How does no one in this place know where she is?"

"Because she didn't get close to anyone. She thought being on her own was the best option." I responded to him.

Charming ran a hand through his hair. "Do you have anyone who could help us, Red Thief?"

"Everly." I corrected him with a half smile.

Charming apologized. "Sorry. I'm not used to knowing the woman I was arranged to marry already had a daughter."

"Maybe one day it won't be a big deal." Tucking some hair behind my ear I lowered the hood down from my head. "There's this man I have been seeing who has been giving me lessons."

The prince tilted his head. "Lessons in what exactly?"

"Would you freak out if I said magic?"

He blinked his eyes a couple of times. "Depends on what you use it for. Good or evil?"

"Let me try something. Inveniet hostium et tenebrae." I backed away from the prince, closing my eyes, picturing his castle in my mind. Waving my hand a cloud of red smoke swirled around the two of us. Once it disappeared and we looked around seeing his large castle in front of us. I nearly jumped up into the air so excited. "Hell yes. It worked!"

"That's impressive, Everly." Charming complimented before storming up to the main doors bursting his way through them. "Rumpelstiltskin! Show yourself."

Rumpelstiltskin appears behind us. "Still dressing like a prince, I see. Even though you ran away from the life I gave you. How's that for gratitude?"

"You gave me a prison sentence." He responded.

Rumpelstiltskin warned him. "Yeah, one that you've now skirted. Careful, dearie – King George is a vengeful man."

"I'm here about Snow. Rumour has it, she's after the Queen and she came to you for help." The prince drew his sword to my teacher when he smiled. "What did you do to her?"

Rumpelstiltskin laughed. "What did I do to her? You mean, what did you do to her. You caused her pain. Without that pain, she would never have drank my potion to forget about you. That's what changed her."

"Undo the potion. All magic can be broken." Charming spoke up.

Rumpelstiltskin teased him. "Oh, yes. With twoo wuv."

"So, that's it then? True love's kiss will awaken her?" Charming asked, looking towards me.

"He's told me it's the most powerful thing ever." I answered him.

"But, it's going to be hard to kiss her when you don't know where she is." Rumpelstiltskin swats Prince Charming's sword.

Charming put his sword away in his sword belt. "Name your price."

Rumple gave him a head nod to the cloak he wore and so Prince Charming takes off his cloak and places it on the table. "Where is she?"

"On her way to the Queen's Highway." He created a map sending the prince off focusing his attention to me once he had left us alone. "I saw what you did out there, Red Thief."

Whipping my head around I gave him a confused expression. "Saw what?"

"You're learning your powers quite well." Rumplestilskin responded with a smirk on his face.

I was taken back by his words. "Wow. I never thought you'd say that."

"Don't get cocky, dearie. Just know that I am beginning to think that you might be almost as powerful as me one day." My teacher declared turning on his heels leaving me stunned by what he just said to me. I wouldn't know that he was right until years later.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[wisteriahyacinth]

Another post about these guys cuz why not.

I NEED Daring Charming angst stat. Like. I need it to be like Leo Valdez angst where it's all just internal because he feels like nobody will like him after he admits to feeling insecure about no longer knowing his destiny. Like... I NEED it.

I like hurting myself. It's spicy. It's got a bit of kick to it.

I would write a fic, but like... idk how to write. I may do it one day. But if I do, it will be wattpad style writing, and i don't want that, bro.

Also, referencing my last post, if somebody does write this plz add a sprinkle imposter syndrome <3

Future me, remember this!!

[naquey]

Idk why ever after high didnt develop the charming family, i mean i get there are so many neices and nephews of Alluring and Auspicious but like... theyre all blank slates...

Like do the cousins go to school with Apple, and Daeling, and everyone else or do they go somewhere else? Are there even other schools???

Maybe ill write ab some of the cousins, benn thinking ab Earnest Charming and both his older brother and older cousin role a lot

[rain-shoshana]

Hastings is introducing Poirot to his London friends. It’s going well! Chapter 12 is finished!

[cacti-on-venus]

i know the poll decided that pissa death duo coffee shop fic will come first but it has been overridden by the brainrot that is pizzadoc. that second stream gave me brain worms.

so death duo coffee shop fic is coming after a pizzadoc oneshot

[apersonshapedcomputer]

(part three of my villain x hero saga, wherein Rhetoric finally has an audience for all this drama

beginning, previous chapter)

Phase 2: Lights! Cameras! Action!

Fluorescence is a rooftop cafe in the heart of downtown. It has doll size cups of coffee topped with cinnamon and gold foil, bloody marys with not enough spice and too many green things (dill and olives? really?), and brunch options that cost a working class family's rent. There were at least a dozen influencers there when I arrived. Perfect.

I was immediately led to a reserved table by a waiter. The man had the look of a veteran worker in the service industry, I could detect no sign of life behind his glassy eyes and plastic smile. I took a moment to glance at their menu before ordering a black coffee and brightly colored, bread based monstrosity.

I hoped the coffee would be drinkable.

According to the social media alerts on my smartwatch, the influencers were doing well at spreading the word that I had arrived. By the time I got my order the restaurant and I had been tagged several dozen posts. The stage was set. As I took a cautious sip of my coffee there was a flash of rose-gold light as Dawnstar made a dramatic entrance on the other side of the roof. A pause, for the professional rubber-neckers to start recording.

I adopted a tense expression as he stalked over to my table, looking at me in a way he hadn't for years. He was guarded. Cold, even. He was not the tallest of men, but the low metal garden seats combined with my own less than exceptional stature allowed him to loom over me. "Rhetoric," he did not precisely grow my name, but there was an audible rumble of frustration, "you've been buying up properties near the docks."

"I'm a business woman, acquiring property isn't out of the ordinary for me."

I took another sip of my coffee as his expression darkened. Anger was a good look on him, though I preferred his usual vivacious smiles. "You've been keeping this quite, and the last time you were being this cagey about buying up property you were building an illegal weapons testing site."

I sniffed and settled back in my seat, legs crossed. It takes practice, but one can give off the impression of looking down their nose at someone even when several heads below them. "I was acquitted of those charges, if you recall. And while I do have plans for the docks they are not malicious." I smirked a bit, showing a hint of teeth as I injected a some venom into my tone.

"If you had bothered to actually investigate beyond the purchase of the property then you would have seen that the construction project is for a new grocery chain."

His brow furrowed in confusion, his body language practically screaming suspicion. "And why exactly are you setting that up at the docks of all places? This kind of neighborhood is usually more your speed for your legal business ventures, not places with high concentrations of low income households."

I scowled at him. "The docks are also a food desert, which means that people will jump at the chance for access to affordable foods that won't leave their arteries looking like this city's sewer system after a mud slide." Anger then as I stood, pulled from my frustrations during the earlier years of our acquaintance. "You didn't bother to think did you? I know you have a brain somewhere in that head of yours, I know you have some kind of critical thinking skills. Yet you immediately chose to jump to the conclusion that I'm doing something wrong."

I felt my face twist with ire as I moved into his space. "You are not some naive newbie hero anymore, seeing the world in black and white. You have the capacity to think things through before making accusations." He stood firm, meeting me strike for verbal strike.

"You're calculating Rhetoric, you don't do things unless they benefit you in some way and you have a history of unethical conduct. I know you."

"Evidently not! You're the one always saying that people can change, Dawnstar." My voice was rising above my usual even tone, not quite yelling but certainly louder than I usually get in public. "I had thought we had moved past this. I had thought you had learned by now that this city is mine, and that I damned well take care of what I consider mine. I had thought, that after the Deathgames on Strorix 404 you had started to see me as something other than a monster!"

I was almost chest to chest with him, my breathing heavy as under his gaze. He was shaking, light and shadows starting to distort around him. "I can't- It was- It was simpler before the Deathgames, before I knew that you could be something other than an enemy. I know you're not a monster, I stopped thinking that even before then, but now I don't know-!" He cut himself off and took a step back.

"Don't now what Dawnstar? What are you afraid of?"

His face showed something akin to grief before he closed his eyes and threw himself over the glass safety fence with a burst of light.

I stood for a moment, watching the path of his travel across the rooftops. I quickly became aware of the voices around me. Most of the prattling sycophants were trying to at least pretend at subtlety, though they did a sloppy job of if. I took a long breath, centering myself.

I gave no indication of noticing the numerous phone cameras which tracked my exit from behind menus and over shoulders. The same dead eyed waiter accepted a handful of fifty dollar bills as I walked to the elevator, apparently unaffected by the drama he had witnessed. Astounding.

45…30…15… The floor number ticked down quickly. Soon I was in the underground parking area, and I took care not to rush all the way to my car. Always assume there's a camera watching. Once the doors were locked my hidden com link crackled on. "So? How'd I do? Did I get the faces right? Was the lighting ok?" Dawn bombarded me with questions as I began to pull out of my parking space.

"You did well, I noticed you managed to make sure table three got a good view of your face the whole time. Nice touch." He chuckled a bit at the praise. "Well, I noticed that they had a real camera instead of a phone. I figured that they would get the best quality shots of my angst."

"We should be trending by now, and I expect there will be some good shots of us from that angle." I felt a bit giddy, the familiar high of having a plan go right putting me in an excellent mood. I could hear him humming over the com. "Hmmm, yeah, we're trending. Ooh! That's a funny meme, I'm saving that. Looks like your acting bootcamp and my binge watching old teleseryes really paid off."

I quietly huffed in amusement. The though of him curled up, studiously taking notes while watching cheesy old dramas, was rather endearing. Though, I had little room to talk. La reina del sur has been a comfort show of mine since I was a little girl.

"So I was thinking," Dawn's tone was playful with an undercurrent of hesitance, "We should celebrate a scheme well done. You have that fancy looking kitchen in your absurdly cozy lair, and I have a killer recipe for pancit. We could eat lunch and laugh at conspiracy threads?" I hadn't even touched the sorry excuse for food that I was served earlier, so a home cooked meal sounded wonderful.

"That sounds nice. Remember to go in through that sewer entrance I showed you, and mind the poison dart traps." I switched off my com as he began to splutter about horrors of sewer gunk.

I felt a bit surprised at the warm feeling beginning to grow in my chest at the though of him actually wanting to make a meal for me, to spend more time in my presence. I allowed myself soft, genuine smile as I drove to meet him.

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(part four here)

[omeleta-omelete]

Please tell me about your Psychonauts and Barbie Princess Charm School AU, Im obsessed with the Barbie movies

Hi there, and sorry for taking so long to answer your ask! Let's say it made me way too excited (I even started a drawing related to it that was actually supposed to be posted here... if I had finished it. Which I didn't 👀), and I had to review all the grammar and... well, now I'm desperately in need of a distraction, so I finally managed to do what I was supposed to do. In other words: be prepared for an enormous text! 😅

Basically, the beginning of this AU would happen almost like the movie's begging. The Aquatos would work for a travelling carnival as artists - and Mirtala, being the princess-obsessed child I headcannon her to be, of course would have entered Frazie (as Mirtala herself was still too young to participate) in the yearly Royal Princess Academy raffl. Multiple times. During the whole year.

Rightly before the next school year begins, the raffle's results would finally be announced. She turns the family's radio on... and what a surprise! Her insistence wasn't in vain, Frazie was the lucky winner of the season!

The thing is... again, just like in the movie, Mirtala hasn't really told anyone about it. So when Frazie hears her little sis screaming out of joy - when Mirtala finally explains what the hell was happening - she's pretty much in denial. She was a poor circus girl, not a princess. She already had her own duties, her own work... aunt Lucy was sick, and the Aquatos couldn't afford her medicine. They truly needed to work.

Amidst the chaos that such revelation caused (Dion and Queepie definitely had more fun they they should), a security guard sent by the Academy arrives in a limo, claiming that Frazie should get into it immediately. Their way to the Academy would be long, and she still had to be properly introduced and assigned to a bedroom. That's when Frazie freaks out - but Donatella and Augustus encourage her to go. It was a big opportunity, and it would be a great help for their family... even though Mirtala should have told them all about it waaay sooner.

That stated, Frazie gets her belongings (the carnival they worked for was moving again, so she had everything already packed up) and gets in the limo, immediately feeling so amazed - yet so scared - with all of those led lights, drinks, snacks and overall luxury now all around her. There was even a tv! Too bad she ends up sleeping during most of the way.

Arriving at the Academy, the coordinator Hollis - not the most friendly person out there... specially when the new students were balancing expensive decorations in the main hallway - was the responsible for showing Frazie both the old and new parts of the building, and to also show her where her locker already full of school supplies was. It was the prettiest building she had ever seen! Specially her dorm.

Her roommates? Gisu Neruman, a royal lady from a rich asian family, and Lizzie, the youngest daughter of the most prestigious European king, were also pretty cool. They weren't snobbish like Frazie expected them to be. They showed her which bed was her's (even though they all would sleep together on the first nights), and also where her new wardrobe was, storing her new school uniform and her new balling dress. You know... for the ballroom dance classes! However, during such fun chit chat, an anounce is made: they were supposed to be in the courtyard for the official new year greetings in a couple of minutes!

Needles to say that going there is what they do, after quickly changing into their uniforms. So yeah... they arrive a little late and not so tidy as preferred. But who cared? After all, they arrived soon enough to hear principal Truman and coordinator Hollis' speeches - but also to hear more coming form her, the raffle's results advertiser: Norma Natividad. Lizzie's pedantic, arrogant older sister, heir to their familiy's throne. The best and most esteemed student in the Royal Princess Academy. Which was soon made very clear, not only because Gisu and Lizzie told Frazie every crap about Norma, but also because, as soon as everyone received their own training crowns, while standing up for a quick welcoming ceremony (aka that weird ass greeting they do in the movie), Norma herself said that Frazie's place wasn't there.

And it was said in such a condescending way that it drew the attention of the principal's daughter, the little but strong headed Lili Zanotto. Frazie's biggest ally, from that moment on.

Norma was determined to make Frazie's life a living nightmare. She would humiliate and sabotage her - as Frazie wasn't elegant, nor she had a good sense of etiquette or a strong formal education - all the time: in Sasha's science classes (imost of Frazie's scientifical knowledge came from the ""facts"" Queepie would read in kid's magazines), Oleander etiquette classes, Milla's balancing classes, Hollis dancing classes... and oh boy, about when Mirtala decided to simply appear in the Academy along Raz and Queepie! She didn't even knew they were in the city! Lili caught them sneaking around the building. What she did with such info? She befriending them, and so used their help to prank Norma in every imaginable way (the tablecloth prank shown in the movie being one of them).

Gisu and Lizzie would tell Frazie that Norma was nothing more than a jerk, that she could learn how to be the finest royal Lady if she wanted. They knew Frazie was struggling, and they truly wished to see her succeed (just like in the movie, the Aquatos send her a box full of things. Mostly snacks, because Donatella definitely is the kind of mother who thinks that her children are starving when they're actually fine). But Frazie wasn't so sure about these things anymore. She felt like a freak. She felt that she should just give up, go back home and do something she was actually good at. Which almost happened indeed.

Hollis recommended Frazie's expulsion to Truman - and Lili heard it all, more determined than ever to secretly help her friend. Secretly because Frazie hated when people felt sorry for her... so Lili had to help her in a way she wouldn't notice as such. That's why Lili decided to train Frazie herself, with their teacher's help: everyday after dinner, they would teach her something new, or how to do things she was already great in a gentler way. Frazie had character and self confidence! She just needed to trust herself, and to never let anyone depreciate her ever again.

Everything started to change when the long waited balling dance class among the young men from the Royal Prince Academy day finally arrived. While Lizzie danced with the future royal advisor Morris, and Gisu danced with their enthusiastic teacher Helmut Fullbear, Prince Adam completely ignored Norma... because he was just so mesmerized by Frazie. They danced together the whole time, which was unacceptable, according to Norma's beliefs.

She had to be more extreme in her actions... Frazie wasn't intimidated by her anymore. So that's why, some time later, when another special class day arrived, the traditional one set in Princess' Sam family, Norma made sure that Lili wasn't around when she stoled Frazie, Gisu and Lizzie's uniforms, or when she dismissed the warehouse lady - if Frazie didn't wear her uniform, she couldn't attend that day's class. And if Norma could prove to Hollis that she wasn't compromised with school at all... maybe she could also convince her to persuade Truman in expelling Frazie once again.

So Frazie and her friends went back to their room from the spa, and there were no uniforms to be worn. They searched for them everywhere - they even went to the warehouse! They could buy new uniforms, if Frazie had the money to do so. But even if she had the money, they wouldn't be delivered in time... and they couldn't just sew new ones that quickly, without any materials. Lili was nowhere around to help them either.

They knew that was Norma's revenge because Frazie had danced with prince Adam instead of her. But more important, they hated to admit that she won, specially when Frazie was motivated again, again determined to succeed and to not get her friends in trouble for something it wasn't their fault.

Frazie called the carnival owner, and then asked to Donatella and Augustus come to the Academy with some fabrics urgently - Gisu even shouted that it was an emergency, and that she could pay for whatever losses anytime. But of course, Gus and Dona didn'tunderstood a shit about how fabrics and emergencies were related, so they sent Dion instead, in a run down beetle (by the time, the carnival was way closer to the Academy than it was before)... which wasn't so terrible, considering the situation. The girls had lost the fancy bus that would take them all to the Boole's castle.

Dion, passed the overwhelming excitement from when he arrived to rescue them, helped Frazie with her crazy sewing shenanigans. Then he drove them to the castle (Gisu flirted with him the whole time ), where they found Miss. Milla trying to convince Truman and Hollis to wait a little bit more for their arrival - after all, Milla was the last one from the staff to have spoken with them, she was the one who sent them to the warehouse so they could find new uniforms. She knew they weren't just sneaking around.

They were allowed in. And once they were in, they walked around the castle, somewhat behind their classmates, chatting non stop while Sasha and Hollis gave them all a tour of the place. Now, why were they behind? Because they found a very cool painting featuring a lady covered in warm fur clothing: according to the painting's description, a woman called Lucrecia Mux. The supposedly dead ruler of the extinct Grulovian Republic, a long time ago absorbed by Lizzie and Norma's great grandfather. Supposedly desde, because Lucrecia Mux was Frazie's ill and old great-aunt.

What did they conclude from these facts? First, that Lucy and the long dead king Compton Boole were friends, or there wouldn't be a paint of them together hang in the castle walls. Second, that the Natividad family was responsible for the horrible trauma that led to the immigration of millions of Grulovians - including Lucy herself, who came to the country without nothing but a fake surname and memories that were never shared.

The only unknown fact was that Norma heard their conversation - and that something changed inside her heart at that moment. During their first class of the day, the socio-politics class, when Norma's turn to state her future acts as a government arrived, she felt ashamed to say that, due the problems supposedly caused by immigration, both her family and the most prestigious governments were allied when taking restrictive, discriminatory and limiting attitudes on the topic. Frazie - now suspecting about her aunt's real identity - protested only to be silenced by Hollis.

After all, if such measurements were going to rule soon, then she should shut up and go warn her family instead of complaining. So Frazie finally runs back to the circus and tells everything to her family, having Lucy's confirmation about her real identity. They were preparing to move away... until the day Norma appeared with Lizzie, Gisu and Sam (her friend). Her eyes were wet, asking for forgiveness... and help. She aknowledges she acted terrible with Frazie, due prejudice and envy: Norma envied how free spirited and brave Frazie was. That's why she needed help for: to be brave, and to convince her dad to revoke the law he just instituted . It was unfair, it was wrong... it was all their fault. Norma even explains to Frazie that technically she could go back to the Academy if she wanted - considering that her vacancy was a social quota, so no one could take her place until the next raffle, the next year.

Frazie felt the honest in her words. She went back to the Academy. And together the girls came up with a plan: when Norma's turn to be crowned during the worldwide televised event that always happened arrived, she would call Frazie from her place among the other royal ladies so they both could expose all the truth, confirming it as such - the Aquatos would be there watching the ceremony like all the other families (of course they would never loose their beautiful princess having her moment in a fancy balloony dress) . With the Aquatos, there would be Lucy... they could show to the world that she was still alive, that justice needed to happen, and mistakes be fixed. And that was exactly what they did.

Any more questions? Don't be shy, ask it all away! For now, I hope I could give you reader a satisfactory enough answer!

[nervouslywaitingforlife]

Leosil, Tattooist x Florist AU

That's it send post

[hopefullhearts]

Sickeningly Sweet [Scott Miller x Reader - Twisters]

summary: You are Tyler Owens' childhood best friend and member of his storm chasing crew. A storm outbreak means you and the gang cross paths with Storm Par on more than one occasion, and your sweet southern charm drives Scott crazy (in more than one way).

content warnings: somewhat heated kissing, no use of y/n, light name-calling/teasing, not proofread/bad writing (I have not written a fanfic in forever), bad taste in candy, & i think that is all!

word count: 3.5k

a/n: I have not written or posted on tumblr in SO long but I saw Twisters for the glenn powell craze and left with a scott/david corenswet obsession and these thoughts must come out of my head.

Shoutout to @hederasgarden and @sailor-aviator for leading the charge for the Scott girlies. All of their writings and drabbles inspired me to write this one, so check them out!

If people like this I might do a smutty part 2! I don't mind writing smut I just feel like it's not very good hahaha but let me know what you think!

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You heavily resented the idea that guys and girls could not just be friends, because you'd be damned if Tyler Owens wasn't the best friend you ever had.

You met on the playground in Kindergarten. A boy pushed you off a swing, Tyler defended your honor, and the rest was history.

Tyler's overprotective streak made you view him like the brother you never had, and that's how your relationship remained. He was family, and that was that.

Tyler had always been interested in tornadoes, more specifically, how to track and predict them. You, on the other hand, hated science, including weather, but you loved the thrill of the chase.

In college, you studied marketing while Tyler studied meteorology. So, when Tyler had the idea to start streaming his storm chases, you were right there with him to help grow his brand.

Tyler knows he would be stupid not to credit you with all his success. You set up his streaming account, you edited all the clips and drone footage to post to his social media after the fact, and you even gave him the idea for the "Tornado Wrangler" nickname.

Now that everything was off the ground, you mostly put together streaming highlights and designed the merch, but you were right there in the backseat for every single chase, soaking up all the thrills.

This particular storm outbreak was expected to be a big one, so the whole crew strapped in for a week of bad weather, cheap motel rooms, and of course, a few run-ins with other chasers, including the guys from Storm Par.

"Storm Par's here." You said, gesturing to the fleet of white vans parked at the gas station you had just pulled up to.

"Of course they are." Tyler sighed. "There's probably going to be a lot of damage done by these storms for them to swoop in on. Just ignore them."

"No, we should be polite." You chastised him. "I'm gonna go say hi. Will you get me a cherry coke please?"

Tyler fought back an eye-roll, but nodded with a smile as you both got out of the car. "Of course."

Like everyone else in the crew, the Storm Par guys got on your last nerve. They were all a bunch of Ivy League grads who thought a more expensive degree made them better than everyone else.

However, being raised by your Mama, the epitome of Southern grace and charm, you always put a smile on your face and treated them with kindness. You even occasionally brought them food or coffee if you ran into them in the aftermath of a storm.

And even though you were blissfully unaware of the fact, this drove Scott absolutely mad.

"Hi Scott, Javi." You said cheerfully to the two boys in charge.

Scott replied with a grunt, but Javi was quick to greet you with genuine enthusiasm. "Hey! How are you?"

"I'm doing well." You nodded, smoothing your hands over your athleisure skirt. "Excited for a good chase today. How about you guys?"

"Us too." Javi nodded. "We're hoping to finally get some solid data collection today."

"Ah." You nodded, unsure what to say. You hated the idea of what they were collecting data for, but Javi seemed like a nice enough guy, and Tyler ripped on them enough for the both of you.

"Something on your mind there, princess?" Scott finally spoke, glancing away from his tablet to look down on you (literally and figuratively).

You rolled your eyes. While you would normally love to be called a princess, it always sounded like an insult coming from Scott, his voice always laced with a touch of venom.

"No, nothing at all." You smiled. "Just wondering if we'll see you guys in the aftermath if there's any damage done?"

"Why? Are you looking to increase your t-shirt sales?"

You bit your tongue, doing your best to hold your composure and not let him get to you.

"Nope, just trying to figure out if we need to make some extra to-go boxes for you guys." You decided to focus your gaze on Javi instead, finding him less intimidating.

Javi opened his mouth to speak, but Scott beat him to the punch. "I think we can find food on our own, thanks."

You took a deep breath, choosing your next words carefully. "Okay, well, the offer always stands if you change your mind."

Javi smiled and nodded. "As much as I want to see a good storm today, let's hope we don't have a ton of damage clean up."

You smiled. You knew he had a heart.

"That's something we both can agree on." You grinned. "Stay safe out there you guys!"

With that, you turned and walked away. Scott watched you go, your hair and skirt blowing side to side in the wind.

"Stay safe out there you guys." Scott mocked you under his breath.

"Yo, you don't always have to be a jerk to her, you know."

Scott gave him an unamused look. "She comes out here with her little boyfriend, selling his t-shirts and shit, and then skips over here like we're the best of friends with her thick southern accent. It's all fake."

"For one, I don't think Owens is her boyfriend." Javi corrected. "And two, I think she's just a genuinely nice person. She always says hello, even when everyone else in their crew ignores us like the plague."

"Whatever." Scott mumbled.

As you reached the truck, you took the ice-cold Coca-Cola bottle from Tyler's outstretched hand.

"Thank you!" You said excitedly, twisting the cap off to take a sip.

"How are dumb and dumber?" Tyler teased.

"Javi was nice." You informed him. "Scott was... there."

"Ah, yes." Tyler laughed. "Word on the street is he's a man of many words."

"Right." You agreed sarcastically. "But, when he does speak to me, he always calls me princess, and it drives me crazy."

"In what way?" Tyler said, failing to hold back a smirk.

It took you a moment to realize what he was implying, but when you did, you were mortified,

"Tyler Owens!" You gasped, your face flushing red with embarrassment.

""I'm just teasing you! You make it too easy." He laughed loudly. "In my defense, he looks like exactly like every boyfriend you've ever had."

Your face got even warmer, because he was exactly right. You had a weakness for tall, muscular, dark-haired men, and you especially loved a man who was a challenge.

"That is...irrelevant." You said, covering your face in your hands out of pure embarrassment.

Tyler held his hands up in surrender, as you rushed to talk about anything but Scott. "Let's just figure out what storm we're going after, you jerk." You insulted Tyler, but the smile on your face was ear to ear.

Scott watched the interaction from afar, and his chest twisted at your sickeningly sweet smile. Even if you weren't Owens' girlfriend, your closeness was evident. He ignored the burning feeling that was rising within him, not wanting to question why it was there in the first place.

Tornadoes were scary, but trying to understand how he felt about you? Terrifying.

"Alright, boss man, which storm are we chasing?" Javi pulled him out of his thoughts with a hand clapped on his shoulder, and he finally pulled his gaze away from your smile, the sound of your laughter fading into the background.

--

The storm was bad.

It hit a small town of about 3,000 people, and you estimated based on the initial damage scene that it was an EF3 at best, maybe even an EF4.

You were currently handing out anything that might be helpful to families who had been impacted by the tornado - blankets, water, heat lamps. pre-made sandwiches and cookies. You tried to offer them any comfort you could with a smile and hug, but you understood the devastation they felt all too well.

In the early days, you would try to help with the damage cleanup, but Tyler insisted that you stay back at the camper and talk to the families.

At first, you were insulted, and you thought that Tyler was insinuating you weren't strong enough to move heavy tree limbs or pieces of drywall. You finally asked him about it one day, and he laughed.

"Absolutely not!" He insisted. "You just have this energy around you that's calming, and these families need that. Your empathy and kindness are doing much more for them right now than cleaning up a bunch of rubble would."

You had never thought of it like that, but once Tyler pointed it out, it became your mission to be the solace that these families in crisis needed.

"Is there anything else we can do for you, Mrs. Smith?" You asked, rubbing the arms of a middle-aged woman who you had been speaking to for a few minutes now.

"No, thank you." She sniffled. "I really appreciate you guys being here. God bless you."

You smiled, giving her another hug. "Please let us know if there's anything more we can do to help."

She nodded, walking away to join her family, who were staring at the remains of their house.

You pushed back tears, feeling silly that this never got any easier for you, but also focused on being the anchor that these folks needed.

Scott saw you before you saw him. He watched you from afar as you did your work. He watched you force a smile and hold these people as they cried. He also watched you look up to blink back the tears before taking a deep breath and moving on to the next.

And damn if it didn't drive him nuts.

This job is easier when he doesn't get involved with the people impacted. It's easier to pretend not to care. But watching you pour your heart out to strangers, just because it's the right thing to do? It made his heart jump, and that scared him.

Ignoring the people involved and ignoring his feelings for you had become increasingly more difficult with every chase.

"Scott!" You called, approaching him with a styrofoam container in your hand.

He sighed, mentally preparing himself as you literally bounced over to him.

How the hell does someone look this good after taking on a tornado?

"Here." You offered him the container. "It's just a ham and cheese sandwich and a cookie."

"I'm really not hungry." He responded.

"Seriously?" You asked, not buying it. "We've all been chasing since 10 AM and it's nearly 8, you have to be hungry."

Scott shrugged, trying to hold back the things he really wanted to say.

"Fine." You sighed. "We're right over here if you change your mind."

"Yeah, I know princess. It's hard to miss you being the town's savior over there."

Scott watched you visibly retract and he internally screamed as his heart dropped. You probably hated him, but it didn't matter anyway. You were far too sweet for him, so putting a wedge between the two of you seemed to be the smartest way to outrun his feelings.

"Wow." You spoke, your voice much smaller and shakier than usual. "I knew you were sarcastic and maybe even a little mean, but I never thought you were actually cruel. So, thanks, for enlightening me."

And with that, you turned and strutted off. This time, you failed to fight back the tears as you returned to the camper.

And to your horror, Tyler was there, taking a break from clean up for some water.

When Tyler sees you cry, his overprotective streak comes out instantly, and right now you didn't want to be protected, because you were so embarrassed that he finally got to you. You were even more embarrassed that you thought that just maybe, he might be a good person under that scowl and hard facade.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you okay?" Tyler rushed up to meet you.

You nodded, trying to stop sniffling. "I'm fine."

Tyler looked behind you to see Scott watching you closely, with a look that almost mimicked longing, and he quickly put two and two together.

"Let me handle this." He insisted.

You shook your head in protest. "No, Tyler, please, he thinks I'm a waste of time anyways, it's not worth it."

"Trust me, he doesn't," Tyler reassured you. "Let me handle this, and if it goes badly, I'll edit all the stream highlights for the next two weeks, okay?"

"Deal." You nodded.

You truly did trust him more than anyone in your life, so you opted to go inside the camper and dry up your tears while he went to speak to Scott. You would let Tyler handle it, but no way were you going to stand there and watch, looking like a puppy who just got kicked.

"Coming to defend your girlfriend's honor?" Scott said sarcastically, trying to mask any emotion he was feeling.

"Dude, seriously." Tyler glared at him. "If you want her attention being a complete and total asshole is not the way you get it."

"Is that what you think? That I want her 'attention'?" He said, framing the last word in air quotes.

"Yeah, I do." Tyler nodded. "I saw the look you gave her as she walked away."

"Okay, so what?" Scott shrugged. "You might be surprised to know I am human and I didn't mean to make her cry."

"Sure." Tyler nodded. "So, what about all the other times I've caught you staring at her, hm?"

Scott stayed silent, stunned speechless.

"Ah, you thought you were better at hiding it, didn't you?" Tyler said with a smug grin. "Every time we end up at the same gas station, restaurant, bar, or motel, your eyes follow her nearly the whole time. And don't even get me started on the holes you burn into my head when I'm talking to her."

"Alright, fine." Scott snapped angrily. "Here to rub it in my face then?"

Tyler sighed in frustration. "No."

"Then what?"

"I'm going to give you a piece of advice."

"Why?" Scott scoffed. "It's no secret that we aren't friends."

"I know her better than anyone else, do you want my help or not?" Tyler asked, his patience nearing its limit.

Scott didn't protest this time.

"Look, no matter what I think about you, you're pretty much exactly her type," Tyler said, much to Scott's surprise. "So if you want her, apologize and tell her how you feel."

"She's not going to feel the same, and she deserves much better than me." Scott retorted. "C'mon Owens, you know what we do. When she comes floating into these broken towns like a heaven-sent angel, I'm collecting data for the devil."

"That doesn't have to be a permanent problem." Tyler pointed out. "Plus, she likes a challenge, and she's definitely brave enough to think she can fix you."

That cracked a smile from both of them, followed by a moment of silence.

"218." Tyler said.

"What?"

"That's the room she's staying in tonight." Tyler said, starting to walk away. "Apologize."

Scott nodded, beginning to formulate a plan on how the hell he was going to get you to forgive him.

--

You were snug under your blanket in the motel room watching reruns of Modern Family when the knock came.

You sighed and got up, not bothering to check the peephole as you assumed it was just Tyler coming to talk about the day's events.

So when you opened the door to see Scott standing there, you couldn't be more surprised.

"What are you doing here?" You said quietly, nearly breathless at the sight of him.

It wasn't the first time you had seen him outside of that stupid Storm Par white jumpsuit, but it was the first time you had seen him in gray sweatpants and a tight black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his muscles in a way that you could only describe as sinful.

He towered over you, leaning against the frame of the doorway, and you nearly shuddered when you looked up to meet the intense gaze in his eyes.

"I brought you something. As an apology for being an ass earlier today."

"Oh, and what did you bring for all the other times?" You spat back, no longer in the mood to play nice with him.

"I deserve that." He sighed. "Can I come in?"

"Depends." You responded, and he raised an eyebrow. "What did you bring me?"

He handed you a plastic bag, and you opened it to find a Cherry Coke, Sour Patch Kids, and a Honey Bun.

All of your favorites.

"How did you know what I like?" You asked, curious to know if Tyler was behind this.

"You always get some combination of the three at any local gas station." He shrugged.

He remembered because the first time he saw you buy all three he physically rolled his eyes, because, of course, you would buy snacks just as sickeningly sweet as you.

"I didn't know you paid this much attention to me." You said softly.

"Yeah." Scott inhaled a sharp breath. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Can I please come in?"

You opened the door, inviting him in with the gesture. The door shut behind you, and there was a brief moment of silence between you two.

"I'm sorry, for being a jerk today and every other time I'm around you." Scott started, visibly nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I had a better explanation for why I've been such an ass."

"Yeah, so let's hear it." You said, hands on your hips. "Because I have been nothing but nice to you, even though I don't like who you work for and what they stand for."

"I know." He nodded. "At first, I thought you were being fake or sarcastic because it was unfathomable to me that you would be nice to us when you have absolutely no reason to be."

You nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"But once I learned more about you, and I realized you were being genuinely nice," Scott took a deep breath, building up all his courage. "It knocked me off my feet."

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused at what he was getting at

"I spend most of my time pretending that I don't care about the people that are devastated by all of this, because it's easier that way. But watching you bear your heart and soul to all of these people, just because you can?" Scott scoffed. "It makes it hard to pretend like I don't care about them, or more importantly, about you."

"You care about me?"

"I do." He nodded. "And I was a jerk to you because I thought it would be easier to make you hate me than it would be to admit that I have feelings for you, when you're far too good for me."

His admission stunned you. You can feel your heart thumping out of your chest as you look into his eyes, which look painstakingly vulnerable.

"I completely understand if you don't feel the same way, but I couldn't outrun these feelings anymore, and I wanted to at least let you know that I'm sorry."

The room fell silent as you processed everything he just told you. Scott was panicking inside, waiting for what felt like years for you to say something, anything.

"Do you know why I was always nice to you?" You asked him. "Because I was hoping that somewhere in there you had a good side. I needed to know that you had a heart before I could admit to myself that I felt drawn to you."

"Do you still? Feel drawn to me?"

You nodded. Stepping closer to him so that you were nearly face to face.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Please." You nodded desperately, your words barely above a whisper.

His lips were on yours in a flash, and the pure intensity of the kiss nearly knocked you off your feet. It was heated and rough, but somehow gentle and passionate at the same time. His thumb grazed your cheek as he pulled you closer, and every spot his fingers touched made your skin feel like it was on fire. You couldn't get enough of him.

Once he knew you were comfortable, he took the liberty of exploring you more. His tongue slipped into your mouth gently and his teeth caught your bottom lip, causing a small whimper to come from the back of your throat.

Scott groaned at the sound, letting his mind imagine (not for the first time) all of the sounds he could pull from you.

When the two of you finally pulled away for air, he kept you close, his hands ghosting under your chin around your neck, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You taste just as sweet as I thought you would," Scott said with a smirk.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

[howcouldmuffin]

Beneath the Betrothal.

After the engagement was announced, and you realized that waiting was no longer the right path, you decided to start anew.

PAIRING : Jacearys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

WARNING : NSFW, Targaryen incest, Non-canon, SMUT, Sex Content

AN : This is the first fanfic l've written. I apologize if there are any mistakes. Please feel free to give me any feedback. Love.

please be kind to me English is not my first language.

Many years have passed since your father Viserys announced the betrothal to Jacaerys, who although your nephew, is older than you. No one in House Hightower was pleased with this news, except for you.

You were raised differently from your siblings—the youngest daughter born with your father’s expectations. He had you share the same wet nurse as Jacaerys and your older brother Daeron. You grew up with the Velaryon family, witnessing the differences between your eldest sister Rhaenyra and your mother Alicent.

Although you had been friends with Jacaerys since childhood, the words that everyone kept telling you “that you would marry him” filled your mind with dreams. You fell in love with him, but you knew that he didn’t love you the same way. He was a charming young man, a gentleman with honor, admired by all. Many were fond of him. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

When Rhaenyra ascended to the throne, everyone swore oaths of loyalty and service to her without question. Many lords came to pay their respects to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Jacaerys was appointed as the heir to the Iron Throne, and your betrothal was announced once again, but it was never mentioned again after that.

At first, you thought it was just a matter of waiting for things to settle down before the important ceremony would take place. But as time went on, you began to question it, and eventually, you found the answer. It was Jacaerys who requested that the wedding be postponed. You were shattered by this news—it hurt as though your heart had been broken into pieces.

There have been months of silence and unspoken words between you and Jacaerys. Even the gatekeepers of the Red Keep are aware of the situation. The whispers and rumors have started to grow louder—some say the prince already has someone he wishes to marry, or perhaps he dislikes his betrothed because she is a Hightower. None of the answers bring you any truth.

But it has made you realize that waiting is no longer the right course of action. It’s time to start looking for potential suitors from great houses. Soon, there will be a grand event at the Red Keep once again—the second-year anniversary of Queen Rhaenyra’s reign. Nobles and knights from all over the realm will gather here. It could be a good opportunity to find a new way forward.

“I wish to see my queen.” you said to the knight guarding your sister’s chamber door. They nodded slightly and stepped aside to let you enter.

“Your Grace.” you said as you entered the room, immediately curtseying to the queen. “If it pleases you, I have something I wish to discuss.” Rhaenyra paused her writing and looked up.

“Sister.” she said, rising and walking towards you. “What is it you wish to speak with me about?” The queen gently led you to a nearby sofa and lightly took your hand.

“I’ve come to talk about my betrothal to the prince.”

“If you’d like to discuss how you’d like the ceremony to be arranged, or if there’s anything additional you’d like to request, you can speak to me directly.”

“No, Your Grace. I… I wish to call off the engagement.”

“Oh, dear, why would you want to cancel the betrothal? Have you found someone you prefer?”

“No, Your Grace. I just think it might be better if the prince and I were free to choose someone we truly like and love.” Rhaenyra laughed softly at your words. She raised her hand to cup your face, gently turning you to look into her eyes. You lifted your hand to hold hers in return.

“Listen to me, dear. There’s no one more suited to be the next queen than you. Don’t let others’ words sway you.”

“I’m sorry, Your Grace, but I truly wish to call off the engagement. Please, I ask you to consider it.” You gently moved her hand away from your face, holding it firmly in yours.

“If that is what you desire, I will take it under consideration. But I ask that you think it over once more, my dear.” After expressing your wishes, you moved to embrace your sister, always understanding her no matter what.

Before long, the grand celebration was in full swing, with people gathering to offer their congratulations to their queen. Today, you woke up much earlier than usual. You were an integral part of organizing the feast—the floral decorations, the guest list of important attendees. You were determined to ensure that your sister’s special day would go smoothly.

The dress you wore today was long and red, with an off-the-shoulder design that revealed your neckline. It was beautifully embroidered with golden patterns around the dress. Your hair was partially braided and pinned up, with natural curls left to fall gracefully. You glanced at the necklace on your vanity table—the one Jacaerys had given you for your birthday many years ago. In the end, you chose not to wear it, opting instead for another necklace that matched your dress just as well.

“You look stunning, Princess.” your handmaiden remarked as she finished styling your hair.

“Thank you. You can leave now, I’ll take care of the rest myself.” She curtseied and left the room as instructed.

You slowly turned to the mirror, gazing at your reflection for a moment before preparing to head to the feast. By now, your mother was likely waiting for you. But as the door closed behind your handmaiden, you sensed someone else was in the room.

“What were you thinking, trying to call off the engagement?” Jacaerys spoke, his voice sharp. He was the last person you wanted to see right now. It was the first conversation in months that left a lasting impression.

“Prince.” you greeted him with a curtsey. “I just thought—” He stepped closer to you, so close that it nearly took your breath away. He looked angrier than you could ever remember seeing him.

“Is there someone else you’re in love with?”

“No, Your Highness.” you replied.

“Let’s go. The others must be waiting for us.” he said, lifting one arm. At first, you weren’t sure what he meant, but then you placed your hand on his arm.

Walking into the feast together might be normal for a married couple or an engaged pair, but it felt strange for the two of you, who hadn’t exchanged a meaningful word in so long. As you entered the great hall, you could feel the eyes of many upon you and your betrothed.

Everyone stood to pay their respects to you and their prince, creating an odd pressure on you. Jacaerys looked every bit the heir to the Iron Throne today. His attire included a cloak with a pattern matching your dress, likely arranged by Rhaenyra.

When you reached the queen’s table, you both bowed to the highest authority in the realm before going your separate ways. He sat beside his brother Lucerys, while you took a seat next to your brother Aemond.

“Beautiful dress, sister.” Aemond’s comment was more likely a tease than a compliment.

“Thank you, brother. I think it’s lovely as well.”

The feast began after Rhaenyra’s announcement, and the music started to play. People began to dance in the center of the hall. Conversations with your siblings took place, and although they didn’t think highly of your betrothed, they chose not to voice any further objections.

“Would you like to dance, sister?” Daeron, your youngest brother, asked. Why not? He was as renowned for his looks in the family as you were. Although you hadn’t grown up together much, he was the second person you consulted about your betrothed, after Helena.

With the music playing, you and your brother enjoyed the dance. As the Westerosi-style dance continued, many people joined in with you. Dancing gave you the opportunity to talk with a variety of men. Some were genuine friends, but most had other intentions beyond mere friendship.

“I think it would be the greatest mistake on your part to let her go.” Rhaenyra said to her son, who had been staring at you intently, prompting her to speak up.

“What are you talking about?” Jacaerys turned his attention to his mother, confusion evident on his face.

“You know very well what I’m talking about.” she said, meeting his gaze. “If you don’t truly care for her, then let her go. She deserves to find someone who truly loves her.” He remained silent, not responding, and merely finished his drink.

He stood up from the table and left the feast abruptly. With so many people in the hall, no one seemed to notice the prince’s departure. Now, Jacaerys was at a loss, angry with you for reasons he was struggling to address. He was searching for a way to make you pay for what you had done to him.

Once the door to your room closed behind you, you had just returned from the feast. Separating yourself from the men had left you quite exhausted, and you were eager to take a relaxing bath.

“Did you enjoy getting close to other men who aren’t your betrothed?” A familiar voice spoke up. You were startled to hear him, Jacaerys was sitting on your bed, glaring at you with a reprimanding look.

“How did you get into my room?” you asked, and moving closer to him. “When did you ever care that I’m your betrothed?”

“I’ve always cared about you, but what I know is that you haven’t shown any interest in me.”

“No interest, you say?” You stepped closer to him and leaned in. “I wouldn’t be asking to postpone the wedding if I didn’t care.”

“I care about you!” he shouted, making you jump. He had never acted this way towards you before. He stood up and approached you.

“And wanting to postpone the wedding means you don’t want to marry me, doesn’t it? What are you trying to say? If you hate me, just say it, Jacaerys Velaryon. I will not tolerate your mind games any longer.”

“You don’t understand me.” he said, stepping closer. You backed away in response. “I want you to be ready, ready to bear my children. If we marry, producing an heir will come first, and I know if you were to become pregnant too soon, it would be you who would leave me.”

With no space left to retreat, you and he were face to face. He placed one hand on the back of your neck, holding your gaze, while his other hand gently caressed your face.

“Listen to me. I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you until the day I die. You are the only one who makes me feel like myself, who I constantly long for. You will be the only one by my side.” His eyes, looking at you, were so beautiful.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

You didn’t respond but immediately leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back without hesitation as well. Both of you embraced each other as if you were missing warmth from one another. The taste he gave you was sweet and surprisingly addictive. He treated you with reverence and gentleness.

The physical connection between the two of you came together quickly as if drawn by opposing magnetic forces. You and he slowly walked towards the bed. Jacearys gently lifted you onto the bed and stood beside it. Both of you looked at each other for a moment before he slowly began to remove his outer shirt.

“Don’t tear my clothes.” you said, seeming to have less patience than him. You slowly removed your dress, leaving only the sheer undergarments. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss your neck, moving from your collarbone to your chest, your stomach, and the center of your body.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. “If we stop now, you might not regret it.” He ran his finger along the waistband of your underwear, the small piece that was covering you at the moment. He kissed your stomach again, followed by your collarbone and neck.

“We’ve come too far to stop now.” you said. “Please, my prince.” You placed your hand on his hair, marveling at its natural waves. The prince slowly removed the sheer garment that covered you

“You are so beautiful, perfectly suited for me.” he said, kissing your chest. His other hand gently squeezed it, leaving the imprint of his fingers. He nipped at your nipple and licked it slowly. Your desire surged, and you craved even more.

He slowly used his hands to remove your small panties. Soon, heaven was revealed before him. His hands parted your legs, and he leaned down to taste the sweetness between your thighs. His nose brushed against your clit, driving you nearly insane.

You moaned, "Please, my prince, I need more." You were now very wet. Jacearys, undoubtedly aware, playfully teased your little cunt with his tongue, and the lewd sounds echoed throughout your bedroom.

“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked, using his other hand to play with your erect nipple.

“I want you, Jacearys.” you moaned again. He fuck you with his fingers in your sweet cunt. His fingers pushed deeper inside you while his mouth licked at your clit.

“Who do you belong to?” he murmured, then turned to mark your thigh instead.

"I am yours." you breathed heavily. "Yours, Jacearys." Soon, your moans rose again, your body convulsing slightly as it tightened around his fingers.

"Look at what you've done to me, how hard it is." He slowly took off his pants, showcasing his erect state. He stroked it once or twice and then slowly entered.

"Oh, fuck." he moaned. "It's so tight." He stayed inside for a while and then gradually moved his body so that you wouldn't feel pain.

“Such a sweet cunt” He kept accelerating his hip rhythm, the impact sounded all over the room, wondering how someone was guarding the door of the room today, he knew what you and our prince was doing.

The time that passes each minute is precious to you now. You feel that you are very sensitive even if it is just a little touch. But you can't deny how much you like it every time you feel him in your own body.

“I'm very close.”

“At the same time”

White drops also dripped out of him. He pushed himself deeper into you. The moans of the couple said very well. He cum inside of you, your irregular breathing and he touched each other's skin.

He leaned down to kiss you again, sweeter than ever before. His hair fell down around you, creating an incredibly seductive scene. One of your hands gently caressed his cheek. You needed nothing more when he was by your side.

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.” He whispered

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.”

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Must Be Fought For

Princess Red Thief

Part 5

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It was a cloudy morning in this town when I made my trip out to what Henry called his castle that was actually just an old wooden playground castle. Carrying a backpack over my shoulder striding over to the ten year old boy sitting down on the steps. "Would you care to explain why I needed to bring a very special object? And how did you know that it was even in the pawnshop?"

"Because it belongs to you. Along with the red cloak you carry around sometimes." Henry waved me over pulling out his book from his bag. "Come here I'll show you."

Walking up to him I climbed up and sat down beside him sitting my bag behind the two of us. "What is it you want to show me so badly in that book?"

"These pages and pictures can you look at them and tell me what you see familiar." He pushed the book into my lap. I gently touched the pages gazing down on a picture of a woman that resembles me standing in the forest with a scaly looking man standing close face to face with her.

Flipping to the next page I came across an image of the same pair but one was trapped inside a cage with burning torches around them. "They had blonde hair like me and wore a similar red cloak. But that is all I see." Turning over a third page I saw the same girl but she now held a sword in her hands and was standing next to a guy that looked to be David Nolan that had been woken up from the hospital by Mary Margaret.

"Take out what I asked you to bring." Henry instructed me to take the book into his own lap.

Doing as I was told I dragged my backpack to my lap. Rummaging around I drew out a sword case that I had managed to make fit inside there. Opening the case we both saw a medium sized sword laying inside. "Henry, I am unfortunately not a mind reader here. Can you explain how you knew I'd know what to look for in Gold's shop?"

"Because it belongs to you. You owned it in the Enchanted Forest. Along with two other objects which are your cloak and a piece of jewelry." The child saw the confusion on my face so he instructed me to use the sword. "If you don't believe me, pick up the sword and swing it around a bit. You'll see I'm not crazy."

Shifting my body towards him I shut the lid of the sword case. "Henry, is this what you talk about with Emma?"

"Yes and she's starting to believe. If I can get you on my side then maybe it will push her to be a true believer." He nodded quickly in agreement.

Slumping my shoulders I jumped off the wooden platform and onto the ground with the sword case under my arm. Opening it back up I wrapped both my hands around the handle drawing it from the box. "Henry, I don't mean to call you crazy. But it's a sword, nothing special about it -" I shut my eyes gripping onto the blade when something strange flashes through my mind.

"I have to go help my mother. She may have found a way to bring my father back." I declare to Rumplestilskin throwing on my red cloak that I had removed while we had been practicing magic all morning.

Rumple sat down in his chair at the end of the long table. "Then should go find her."

"You'll let me leave our lessons early, why?" Whipping my head around I didn't know what to make of his words. He never cared to learn much of my life when we were practicing magic.

He leaned back in his chair putting his fingers together before he answered my question. "We made an agreement that you would help me with my deals and such so long as I taught you how to control your powers. I will let you leave our lessons early if you make it where Prince Charming comes to me for help."

"Why don't you just find him with your magic. Surely you can do that." I tilted my head confused.

He pointed his finger in the air. "Yes I can. But there is something I can't bottle without something from him. So your task is to get him here."

"What if I chose to just live out with my family?" I challenged him. "No! That's my grandmother's ring, my mother said she would give it to me the day of my wedding."

Rumple raised his hand using his magic to create a ring in his palm showing it to me. "If you want this back you will do what I ask, Dearie." He made it disappear into thin air where I huffed stomping past him and finding my horse to find my mother. This took about a two day ride and I found her by my father's side.

Standing in the woods with my father's golden statue between us, my mother and I impatiently waited for Charming to hopefully return with the water to save his life. "Where have you been going recently if you don't mind me asking. I need to distract myself." My mother Abigail asked nervously fiddling with the fabric of her gown.

"I am not sure where to start, mom." I rubbed the back of my neck.

She tilted her head. "Is it about a boy? Don't worry your father won't go kill him unless James returns with the water."

"It's much more than just that. But yes, part of it does have to do with a man."

"Tell me more, Eve." She pressed onward.

Running my fingers through my hair I opened my palm, taking in a breath and creating a tire fireball in my hand before her eyes. "I have magic, mom. I have no idea how but it's the truth. The man I have been spending my time with has been helping me learn to control it."

"And what is this man's name?" She asked me.

"His name is Runple-"

We heard a horse riding up where I didn't answer her seeing James hand her the water proudly. Touching my father's golden arm my mother rushed over pouring the water over his body. Slowly before our eyes his armor moved and he collapsed onto the ground between us. My mother yanked his helmet off his head where he began looking around dazed. "Abigail, what happened to me?"

"Dad!" I didn't waste another second throwing my arms around my father where we almost fell backwards onto the ground.

Frederick, my father froze for a moment realizing that it was me. "Eve...Everly. He breathed out wrapping his arms around me tightly and burying his face into my hair just holding me briefly before looking at my mother.

"You were trapped, but now you're free." She held his face in her hands kissing him rather long where I looked away along with the prince watching the family reunion before him.

"This is James. He's the one who freed you." My mother Abigail helped him to stand with us eyeing her former betrothed.

My father extended his hand. "I am forever indebted to you."

"Well, pay me back by walking down the aisle with someone you truly belong with. And, perhaps, giving me a horse and supplies for a journey as well?" Charming declared, shaking his hand.

Frederick nodded. "Done."

"Thank you. So much. Where will you go?" My mother holds his hand asking the prince.

Charming answers her with a smile on his face. "To find Snow White."

"You are going after her." She grins back at him.

Charming sighed knowing he wanted the same feeling he now saw that my mother had with my father. "True love isn't easy, but it must be fought for. Because once you find it, it can never be replaced."

He turned in the direction of his horse to leave until I ran towards him. The sword attached to my hip swayed with my movement until I stopped before him. "James, wait! I'll help you find her."

"How can you do that, Everly?" He asked resting a hand on his sword handle attached to his hip.

Clasping my hands together in front of me I answered him. "I know a man with great magical abilities. If anyone can find her. It's him and him alone. His name is Rumplestilskin."

"Uh Henry. I...I have to go. I have something going on tonight." Shaking my head I quickly put the sword back inside the case. Henry gave me an odd look like he was happy and worried at the same time.

Gold and I had agreed to meet back at Granny's that evening for what you could call a date. Ruby came over to me while I was sitting at the island waiting for him to meet me here. "I haven't ever felt this nervous in my whole life, Ruby. I mean what if the date goes wrong?"

"I doubt any date can go wrong for you. I mean I like spending time with you." She leaned on the countertop.

Putting my face in my hands I throw my head back up still so nervous even though I had spent my life with him for as long as I could remember in this town. "Did I forget to mention that he is also my boss? Meaning if this goes he could fire me and I'll be out of a job."

"Eve, calm down. Look if he fires you then I'm sure Granny would give you some work here. But I don't think that will happen cause he's here now." Ruby calmed me down, nudging her head towards the doorway as the bell rang.

Turning around on my seat I smiled seeing him standing there in a black suit and red tie waiting for me. I met up with him placing my hand in his waiting one being led outside for a nightly stroll. I had chosen to wear a black dress that had orange flowers across it that fell to my knees with some short boot shoes. "We can go to Granny's to eat a little later. I just thought I should show you something I found pretty beautiful the other night."

"Where are we going then?" I asked him when he led me towards the direction of the entrance to the woods and away from the edge of town. That way we could almost barely see any of the town lights from here.

Gold paused in his steps coming around and standing behind me tilting my chin up to the sky. "I wanted to show you the second most beautiful thing about this small town of ours." I gaped seeing almost a thousand stars dancing across the sky so big and bright above our heads.

"And what is the first since you said those are your second favorite thing?" I lowered my head down after staring at the stars for a good while, our bodies were pressed up against each other.

Gold rounds me so we are facing one another and he lifted his hands to the side of my face. "The first beautiful thing in this place has to be you, Eve Royal."

"It doesn't make sense to me. Everyone in this town is afraid of you, even more than the mayor." I clicked my tounge in thought, running my fingers up until my hands were resting on his shoulders.

His brown eyes scanned over my features and my heart skipped a beat as we just stayed like this for a few minutes. I had never felt this feeling before and I guess most people would say that means it is love. But that is a little far fetched considering we hadn't even kissed. "Your opinion is the only one I care about. So how do you feel about me?"

"You don't scare me, Gold." I mumbled up to his brown eyes, closing the gap between us and pressing my lips up onto his. He cradles my face closer into his deepening the kiss.

Unknown to either of them at that moment Regina was watching them through binoculars in her car. She lowered them by dialing a number on her phone. "Hey Jim, it's the mayor. How would you like to not have to leave town by robbing from Mr. Gold?"

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[ceo-of-jennette-de-alger-obelia]

Fanfic concept(Dead on main):

The ghost king finds himself lonely after so many years of ruling, so he intrudes a nearby gala hosted by a rather infamous man named Bruce Wayne. There he masquerades as Danny Fenton, whom he usually refers to as "a relic of my past", and finds a connection with the second eldest son of the family, Jason.

He senses the same experiences of death and rebirth between the two of them so he wastes no time chatting. At first Jason is wary of Danny, thinking that he must be the son of a business man trying to butter him up .

But it doesn't take long for Danny to sway him through charm and shared interests(They're both nerds is what I'm saying)

Soon the final dance comes along and of course they partner up. As they dance though, the lights start to dim rapidly. Bruce gets news that the tech in the building was starting to lag/fail on them.

Then the room turns dark except for a single spotlight on the couple in the center. As they spin, the ghost king's true form is revealed, snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He leans in and whispers a vow to Jason, asking him to accept it.

Despite Bruce's best efforts he's unable to reach his son before Jason agrees and they dissappear together. The lights finally turn back on. Jason Todd was gone again.

[yamujiburo]

kind of an odd question but do you have any tips for getting into/enjoing pokemon as an adult? my partner really loves pokemon but our family was like comedically poor growing up so ive not seen a game console like. in person until i was firmly way older than the optimal entry point, and

man the onboaring for the games is rough for an adult. i felt like i was at the dmv last time i tried one. like, i get it why they have the accursed habit of Skip All Dialogue Forever. are there ways to alleviate this at all or idk, people always talk about pokemon as this big important thing that was a formative fixation and everything and id love to 'get it' but like, is that possible or is it one of those things that only really Hits at a certain age?

I feel like if you don't like the games, you don't like the games and that's fine. Luckily Pokemon's a massive franchise and isn't limited to that.

There are spinoff games that might be more fun for you. Mystery Dungeon's great, Pokemon Ranger is one of my favorites, Pokken's there if you like fighting games, Pokemon Conquest's a game that exists and is more of a tactical rpg and I'm assuming is a little less kiddie (i haven't played that one).

There's also the TCG which is also fun, albeit expensive depending on how into it you get. The game itself is a good time and I play very casually but I prefer just collecting them and looking at the pretty illustrations.

There's the 1000+ anime episodes to watch which is more up my alley than anything. Still a kid's show but I think it's very charming and fun to watch. I feel like as an adult the original series is a bit more easy sit through LOL.

Then of course there's Pokemon GO! Easily accessible to everyone, plenty of people play it, it's just a mobile game but also gets you to learn about the many Pokemon that exist

There's also just a massive fanbase and people like myself constantly creating stuff. Just liking fanart or fanfics other fandmade projects is another way to get into it~