#drunk-seer

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: smut, fingering, blow jobs, choking, man handling, age gap relationships, afab!f!reader

Poor König, just wanted to court you right and proper. There was a significant age gap between the both of you - with him taking the lead. You were a real pretty thing, and he was in love. Helplessly so.

Call him old fashioned, but König wanted to "win your heart" the traditional way. Took you out on dates that he paid in full, showered you in flowers and jewelry, did his got damned best to be "charming". Safe to say he was desperate.

Yet you didn't seem to mind. Rather, you giggled at his bad jokes, even let him pull you into his lap, leaning into him as he mapped out your curves through your clothes. A dirty, delicious, man; one who thought you were the most innocent thing hes ever seen.

Come the time you both decide you were "ready" to take the next step. Didn't take you to a trashy hotel, or fuck you in his car like other men might've. König invited you to his home, cooked you a fresh dinner of something from his native country - a pleasant conversation with dim lighting. How fucking romantic.

In his mind, you were so compliant, so swooned by his love and nurturing nature toward you. Probably hoped it would own a few blissful moans this night, afterwards he'd tell you to quit your job and live with him while you were still cock drunk. But after dinner, when the conversation slowly stumbled into the bedroom and was discarded on the floor in the forms of clothes and underwear - well, it was safe to say you were anything but the innocent bird he thought to have nurtured.

Rather, you lead him to the bed, pushing him back to a seating on the bed. His hands tangled in your hair, groaning and grunting as you nipped and kissed all his favorite places. Neck, jaw, his muscles even; you were so fucking perversely thorough. It left him weak and malleable to your desires and sinful actions.

Couldn't even question you as you begged to suck his fat, weeping cock. Just nodded with a stupid, star struck expression in his eyes. His head bobbing backwards as you licked and greedily fit him inside your warm mouth. The hot muscle of your tongue swirling against the sensitive head of his cock, followed by the vibrating moans of your throat, it was all crashing down at him at once.

The moment he felt himself about to come to a seering hot climax, you pulled away, licking your precum smeared lips, your sticky fingers earning the same treatment afterwards.

"Mhh.. Choke me, please?"

You were so bold. So unbothered by your own words. König could help but use the remained of his breath to release a laugh. Kids these days, so fucking vulgar. Though, it wouldn't sop him from grabbing that pretty throat and lifting you back to his lap.

After all, the sweet folds of your pussy practically oozed prayers of attention. And König was not about to deny his angel. He'd have his thick fingers ramming into your cunt, spreading them from the inside while you whined and cried his name; almost helplessly orgasming from some choking and fingering alone. König would give you proper whore treatment if that's what you begged for.

[ookaookaooka]

I’m hardly the first person to compare them but Terry Pratchett and J K Rowling really are polar opposites in terms of the way their writing treats weird characters. In Rowling’s writing, any weirdness is there to be laughed at (for example: Professor Trelawney, the fake seer who doesn’t know she’s an actual seer). In Pratchett’s writing, though, the characters’ weirdness is taken 100% seriously and the humor arises organically from the situation itself and is never at the characters’ expense (for example: in Making Money, the man who was born a clown and was never told so until he was 13 years old). In Rowling’s writing, the main characters poke constant fun at Professor Trelawney, making joke predictions and fudging homework and talking about how divination isn’t a legitimate field of study. Even after she gets fired and more or less drops the act, the joke changes to “look at this sad drunk lady” and the main characters express little sympathy. The narrative is saying she’s there to make one real prediction and otherwise she’s only there for comic relief. This sort of thing happens over and over in Rowling’s writing, where any quirkiness is there to be laughed at and the misfortunes of characters we’re not supposed to like are supposed to be funny, and it sends a message of conformity under threat of ridicule. In Pratchett’s writing, the clown man’s story is treated as a great tragedy: imagine growing up not knowing why you are the way you are, and then finding out the truth as a teenager! And knowing that your own mother kept the truth from you! This man was so deeply traumatized by this he denied himself any humor or fun for decades, and when he has a crisis and runs off to become a clown again, he is given support and medical treatment and is welcomed back to his job at the bank and accepted for who he is. The fact that this whole situation is hilarious is secondary. And again, this sort of thing happens over and over again in Pratchett’s writing, where characters’ quirkiness is embraced and often seen as irreplaceable by the end of the book, and it sends a message that our quirks are valuable and weirdness should be acceptable. It just strikes me as a much… kinder approach to people, you know?

[qwimblenorrisstan]

To Be Known | Azriel x Reader

Summary: You’ve always been afraid to confess to Azriel about your feelings for him, but after a hookup gone wrong, everything begins falling apart, and he’s there to pick up the pieces.

Word Count: ~ 2.4k

Warnings: Drunk ppl, drunk fem reader, allusions to smut, std mentions, bloodwork (doctors), guy being an ahole + taking advantage of drunk reader, scars, angst to comfort

A/N: this request was so good (ty to anon!!), I feel like az always pairs really good with angst to comfort, anyways hope you enjoy<3 (also sorry for lack of posts recently I just had a math+science test back to back and have spent the past few days studying😭)

Requests are open!

Unlike the rest of your friend group, you weren’t special.

You weren’t a High Lord, Spymaster, General, High Lady, Seer, or any special title. You weren’t funny like Mor, witty like Amren, or even talented in much like all of your friends were.

But then again, like your mother had said, opposites always attract.

Maybe that was why had always had a small crush on the Spymaster who was withdrawn and secretive, the opposite of your friendly personality. You could befriend just about anyone, knowing their name, age, and at least a few background details on them in a few minutes, while Azriel was the exact opposite, getting his information on people through other ways.

With his job and his centuries of experience for two different High Lords, it was a wonder he didn’t already know about your crush on him. Maybe it was because, like everyone else, he was focused on the central characters in your friend group.

The three sisters and brothers. It was hard to overlook them, with all their achievements and accomplishments, not to mention the things they’d overcome and their pasts.

Tonight you were all out at Rita’s, Cassian telling awful jokes to Nesta as she rolled her eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder, Rhys and Feyre having a drinking competition, Azriel brooding somewhere in the corner, alone because of Elain visiting Autumn Court with Mor for “political purposes” even though everyone knew she wanted to see Lucien.

You were taking a sip of your drink, idly standing at the bar, elbows propped on the table as your eyes raked through the crowd, searching for someone who could offer a decent hookup. Drunk Fae stumbled about, laughing loudly with genuine joy that made your lips twitch up a bit, the music playing in the background also helping your mood as a cool breeze blew through the open area.

“Looking for someone?”

You choked on your drink, alcohol coming back up to sting your throat a second time before you swallowed it all backdown, one hand over your heart as you sighed in relief, looking at Azriel who’d somehow approached without you knowing.

“Mother above, Az, you scared the shit outta me.”

You replied, taking a few more breaths to calm down, turning to face him, back now against the bar table as the shadowsinger looked down at you, hair falling into his eyes in a boyish way that made you giggle as you tried to brush some behind his hair.

“Someone needs a haircut,”

You teased, and a hint of a smile graced his lips.

“I’ll make sure not to go to Mor this time.”

He said, grimacing for a moment at the memory of the awful haircut Mor had given him, insisting he needed it, only to butcher his beautiful dark locks. You could still remember how distraught he’d been after, looking like a puppy that had just been kicked.

“I could do it, my mom used to cut hair, taught me a thing or two,”

You offered with a little shrug, taking another sip of your drink, one you’d already refilled by now. Maybe twice. You couldn’t remember, all you knew was that the hangover in the morning would be brutal.

A chuckle from Azriel made you rub your thighs together as he shook his head in fond exasperation. He swallowed, almost nervously, odd for him, before speaking.

“Maybe next time, though I wouldn’t object if you-“

He was cut short by another male strolling up to you a tad bit too confidently, one arm going to the right of you on the bar table as his eyes met yours.

An old partner. Particularly a fuck-buddy.

The best solution for tonight, really, since Cauldron knows you weren’t bold enough to push anything with Azriel. He was a friend, nothing more, or at least you tried to convince yourself. He still hadn’t gotten over Elain, or you thought he hadn’t yet, and you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship or making things awkward between the two of you because of your desires the the crush you’d kept secret for years.

Your fuck-buddy’s eyes met yours, and you swallowed, glancing at Azriel as he watched the silent interaction the two of you had before giving a terse nod and walking away. You would’ve noticed how his eyes narrowed, or how he looked stiff if you hadn’t taken a few too many sips between talking with those at Rita’s tonight.

“Want to take this back to my place?”

The male drawled, arm sliding around your waist as he began guiding you to the exit around the side, where people could discreetly leave. Neither of you was beating around the bush, and you rarely did anyway. You both just needed a release, or at least you did.

“Mm..sure.”

You murmured, body hot now, thinking about Azriel instead of the male leading you to his old home, wishing it was Azriel’s hands on you, wishing you knew what it felt like to know him more, deeper than just the tip of the iceberg you’d touched.

~

Weeks had passed since that night, you’d woken up cold and alone in the male’s bed, gotten up, and collected your clothes before walking your ass back to the townhouse while your head had felt like someone split it open.

You had vowed not to go drinking for a while now.

And things had gotten weird between you and Azriel Joe, too. He was avoiding you, and no matter how much he tried to deny it, you could tell.

When he heard your footsteps, he left the room almost immediately, hell, even his shadows were avoiding you, not following you like loyal dogs per usual, just one or two to make sure you were safe at all times like he did for every member of the Inner Circle. His jaw was clenched every time he was in a room with you, and he wouldn’t look you in the eye, maybe couldn’t.

You barely remembered what had happened that night other than a few blurry memories of conversations and whatnot; so you didn’t know if you’d said something stupid and messed it up, or he thought you were a whore for going out with that other male and leaving him all alone.

The more you thought about it, the more you thought the latter was more likely.

It didn’t help that just a few days later, amidst all your worries, you’d decided to take a little walk through Velaris to get some outside time and a serotonin boost, only for the exact opposite to happen when you were met with your previous fuck-buddy from that night weeks ago screaming in your face, yanking you down a small alleyway to properly yell at you.

“Nasty bitch, gave me a disease! If you’re going to be a whore, at least keep your fucking viruses to yourself-!”

Horror shot through you at his words. You didn’t have any sort of STD, not that you knew of at least, and if you’d spread the theoretical disease to him…He might be an asshole, but no one deserves that.

Unsure what to do as tears welled in your eyes and fell, you began trying to ignore him as you turned and dashed out of the alleyway, the loose clothing you were wearing helping you to slightly outpace him through the streets, avoiding the children and Fae on them, not to mention the vendors and toys strewn about.

He pursued you, screaming still, and hot tears of embarrassment pouring down your cheeks as you began to sob, you didn’t even realize you’d outrun him until you were already at the steps to the House of Wind, ascending them, not even bothering to count out the 10,000 steps in your head.

Somehow, through either pure anger or sadness, you reached the top right when your knees gave out, only for Nesta to catch you right before you fell, dressed in her training leathers, weapons strapped to her. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion and already-building anger as she saw you crying your eyes out.

“What’s wrong?”

She demanded, shifting to hold you up fully, carrying you bridal style as she started walking into the House, snapping her fingers once she got inside, and the House listened to her as always, making a warm cup of tea in your favorite flavor, and a comfort meal she knew you loved as she slowly sat you down at the table. The House must’ve deemed it necessary when it added a cushion beneath your butt on the chair, considering your aching legs.

You tried to blubber out an answer amidst the tears, but couldn’t manage to, and her eyes softened as she sighed, sitting down next to you on your right, before seeing that she wasn’t making much progress, and getting back up.

“Eat, we can talk about this later, I’ll go get him.”

You were about to ask who she was going to get, even though a part of you already knew as you saw her walking off in the direction of his room. You began slowly digging into the food, finding yourself to be much hungrier than earlier anticipated. Then again, you’d skipped out on breakfast, expecting to get a big lunch while out and about in Velaris.

Azriel arrived only a moment later, shadows swirling, concern evident on his face as Nesta gave him a stern look and pointed to you before she mouthed “You’re welcome.” to you, and strolled out of the door.

“What happened?”

He asked, smooth voice soaked in worry as he quickly pulled out the same chair Nesta had just been sitting in, sitting in it as it groaned under his weight. One of his wings stretched out in your direction, just barely curling around you.

You swallowed a bite of your food, tears coming back up.

“It’s embarrassing.”

You managed to croak out, and he shook his head.

“I won’t make fun of you, I promise.”

He pledged, and you trusted that promise as you sniffled again, wiping the wetness from your eyes with one hand.

“Me and that male from Rita’s, we slept together, and he just accused me of…of giving him an STD.”

You said, before breaking into sobs again, hands going to cover your face despite the warmth that burned in your cheeks from the shame of being in this situation. His large palm gently brushed over your back as he scooted closer, raising an eyebrow at the cushion in your seat for half a second before his wing curled fully around you; and he pulled you into a surprisingly warm hug.

“I’m sorry.”

He murmured, and your sobs slowly subsided until you had no tears left to cry, but you still held onto him in the hug, hands fisting the back of his shirt, the cloth bunching up beneath your fingers.

“What if I do, though? Have a..virus?”

He gave a little hum of thought.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, do you want to go get tested?”

You gave a sad little nod, a small pout on your lips that made him want to rip apart the male that made you feel this way. He gently picked you up, careful with your sore legs, figuring out what had happened rather quickly after some of his shadows informed him what they’d seen. They also quickly informed him on the full story, and what that male had done. Another job for another day, but he would make sure he paid for it.

Nearly two hours later, you’d had to pee in a cup for Madja to check, and now were getting blood taken to get that tested as well, as well as any other necessary bodily fluids. Symptoms were noted if there were any. It was uncomfortable at best, but Azriel held your hand the entire time, not even wincing when you squeezed his hand a bit too hard for all the scars covering it.

He quickly winnowed the both of you to the House of Wind afterward, having been told the results would take at least a day to get back. He winnowed the both of you straight into his room.

It was dark, curtains drawn and everything, with the barest essentials in it as well as a desk for work, a few maps hanging from the walls, and assortments of fancy knives you knew he must’ve collected over the centuries.

You turned to leave, but his hand grasping your wrist quickly made you turn, tilting your head sideways in mild confusion.

“Stay.”

He begged, looking terrified of what you might say, but also hopeful. You sniffled again, nodding and tentatively following him as he gently led you over to the bed, each move like a new dance, one that neither of you had practiced before, but were willing to try.

He slowly stripped his leathers off, letting you see his scarred body and wings for what it truly was. And for once, the sight of his bare body, while very attractive, didn’t just make you horny or craving him. It made you appreciate him, who he was at his core. The years he’d spent training and honing his body to protect his Court, the scars he’d suffered protecting his loved ones and serving them; even willing to take it to the end.

You appreciated him. Even in the bad lighting of the room, or the thick shadows swirling everywhere, you appreciated Azriel.

And so, in turn, you began slowly tugging your clothes off, leaving only your undergarments on. His eyes ran over you, respectfully as always, but taking in your vulnerability; who you were beneath the covers, before he gave a small nod.

He walked over to his dresser, pulled out one of his more casual shirts; one that was clean that he hadn’t worn in a good while, and walked over to you, standing in front of you as he helped gently tug the opening over your head, guiding your hands to the arm holes, adjusting it for you.

No words were exchanged, and none needed to be, not ad you both crawled into his bed under the blankets, and he enveloped you in an embrace; wings and arms wrapped around you with his head tucked into your neck.

And tonight, you knew for sure that you wouldn’t wake up cold and alone like that night so many weeks ago.

No, tonight, you didn’t need the warmth of passion or lust to keep you from the biting cold, now you had Azriel by your side, and that was more than enough.

[jiarkives]

julia’s favorites ! (vii)

♡ - fluff ; ♤ - angst ; ☆ - series

criminal minds

♡ can we have one? - spencer reid, wife!reader ft. platonic!aaron hotchner, platonic!jack hotchner

↳ @qlossytbh

♡♤ cryptic - spencer reid

↳ @pathologicalreid

♤♡ it’s not your fault - spencer reid

↳ @dreamsontheirway

♡ in the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life - spencer reid

↳ @cerisereids

♡♤ 24 hours - spencer reid

↳ @radiant-reid

♡ blurb - derek morgan

♡ blurb - aaron hotchner, pregnant!reader

↳ @luveline

♡ sweet and right and merciful - spencer reid

↳ @januaryembrs

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a court of thorns and roses

☆ just a little bit of your heart - azriel, pregnant!reader

↳ @fieldofdaisiies

☆ not again - azriel (throne of glass crossover!)

↳ @fanwarriorfictions

♡ take it off - azriel ft. platonic!cassian

↳ @florencemtrash

♡♤ shadows entwined - azriel

♡♤ shadows of secrets - azriel, archeron!reader

♤♡ secrets with the shadowsinger - azriel, tamlin’s sister!reader

↳ @small-z24

♡♤ take it slow - azriel, cassian, rhysand (poly!)

♡ late night drive - modern!cassian

↳ @danikamariewrites

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♡ head in the clouds - rhysand

↳ @serpentandlily

♤♡ the time traveller’s husband - rhysand

↳ @utterlyotterlyx

♤ we lay here - cassian

↳ @invisible-lint

♡♤ (what if?) all i need is you - azriel

↳ @empiresofstorm

♡ azriel’s girls - azriel

↳ @daycourtofficial

♡♤ long story short - single dad!cassian, best friend!reader

↳ @flickering-chandelier

♤♡ here without you - azriel

↳ @readychilledwine

♡ body count - azriel

↳ @illyrianbitch

♡ scratches - azriel

↳ @padyprongs

♡ i’ve been waiting for you — azriel, seer!reader

♡ i’ve been waiting for you (bonus) — azriel, seer!reader

↳ @prythianpages

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marauders

♡♤ thank you, mclaggen - james potter

♡ whimsical!reader - james potter, remus lupin, sirius black (poly!)

♡ peace & quiet [& sirius] - regulus black, mute!reader

↳ @ellecdc

♡ blurb - remus lupin

↳ @ahqkas

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marvel

♡ finally found you - eris vanserra, stark!reader (marvel crossover!)

↳ @marvelsmylife

♤ 1 missed call - tasm!peter parker

↳ @liz-allyn

♤♡ the last time - tasm!peter parker

↳ @wokeupinmars

♤♡ he hates me, doesn’t he? - bucky barnes

↳ @winterarmyy

♡♤ laryngitis - bucky barnes

↳ @skaye44

♡ drunk!reader - bucky barnes

↳ @infictionalwonderland

♤♡ you were my sunshine - bucky barnes

↳ @literaryavenger

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dc

♤ through the fire - jason todd ft. batmom!reader

↳ @hannibals-favourite-meal

~

jujutsu kaisen

♡♤ college boy!sukuna accidentally knocking you up - modern!sukuna, pregnant!reader

↳ @yuujispinkhair

♕ divider — @bunnysrph

[angelic-mp4]

so shadero and jiyue really just poisoned and left isengard in the backroom to waste after all of this time my god :O

(also, this episode rip is higher quality than the first episode so... 😅)

[ellecdc]

⚡️ - angst, ☀️ - fluff, ⛅️ - hurt/comfort, 🌶️ - smut/spicy, 🌈 - crack [comedy] 🫧 = elle’s favourites

The Winner Takes it All (you don't need to compete for the boys) ☀️ ->The Loser Has To Fall (companion piece) ☀️ Swim Lessons (meet cute with swim instructor marauders) 🌈 When One Door Closes (the boys support you as you end your toxic relationship)⛅️ Sweet Tooth (you love baking for the boys, and they love you) ☀️ Overthinking (you're convinced they're mad at you) ⛅️ Our little gremlin (fem!readers sense of humour) 🌈 Sirius' Arch Nemesis (fem!reader finds a kitten) 🌈🫧 The Sound of Music (muggle born gn!reader x poly!marauders) ☀️ Two Steps Forward (fem!reader struggling with mental health, hurt/comfort) ⛅️🫧 Marauders + your younger sibling headcanons It's been you? (when they find out their gf is a secret animagus) ⛅️ who are you talking to? (they find out their date talks to her cat) 🌈 we've got you (the boys help gn!reader through an epileptic seizure) ⛅️ we don't need to celebrate (marauders x roommate!reader who cleaned her room)☀️ quit (reader gets upset when James is injured during a match) ⚡️⛅️ "she's fine" "she's crying" (the boys are called to pick up sad drunk!reader) ⛅️ popping wheelies (marauders x wheelchair user!reader blurb) ☀️🫧 Scout's Honour (the boys find fem!reader sleeping with her stuffie)☀️ not alone (zombie AU) ⛅️ -> worried about vs worried about (zombie au p2) ⚡️⛅️ post-war panic (x fem!reader hurt/comfort) ⛅️ what it feels like to win (sirius takes autistic!reader to get her nails done)☀️ why sirius is banned from shopping for reader 🌈

+ Lily Evans James & Sirius & Remus & Lily &...you? (poly!marauders + lily x fem!reader)☀️ -> shy!reader's first date with the marauders + lily ☀️ -> shy!reader doesn't know about Remus' furry little problem [marauders + lily]☀️ -> shy!reader learns about Remus' furry little problem [miscom trope] ⚡️⛅️ -> shy!reader finds her own way to help Sirius [hurt/comfort, Sirius-centric] ⛅️ Too Much (marauders + lily x their shy!reader who gets overwhelmed) ⛅️ four cheers for Hufflepuff (the Gryffindor's celebrate their quidditch player)

Seer!readers What did you See? (Seer fem!reader Sees a happy domestic life) ⛅️🫧 -> Saw Bad (their oldest child inherits seer!reader's abilities) ⛅️ Sight's Set (Seer slytherin fem!reader Sees a new relationship with the boys) 🌈 -> the case of the missing pickles (it's not a date) 🌈🫧 -> the boys help her through one of her Sights ⛅️

whimsical!readers Where'd you go? (whimsical!reader wanders off) ☀️🫧 Slimy (the boys meet whimsical!readers pet snake for the first time)🌈 battered by baggage (whimsical!reader is missing, fluff) 🌈🫧 raising harry with poly!marauders? ( feat. whimsical fem!reader)☀️

feisty!readers Hard Softie (you're feisty to everyone except your boys) 🌈🫧 I wasn't running from you (slytherin reader feels insecure) ⛅️ Beginnings (feisty reader stealing the 💖 of the only one not already in love)☀️ 🫧 -> The beginning (how feisty!readers relationship with the boys started) ⛅️ -> the viper and her admirer (the boys learn of feisty!readers admirer) 🌈

[pompadourpink]

Literal French expressions

À deux - at two

À la + n. - in the style of

À la carte - at the menu

À la mode - in fashion

Amateur - lover

Après-ski - after skying

À propos - about

Armoire - wardrobe

Art nouveau - new art

Au naturel - plain

Au pair - at the peer

Auteur - author

Avant-garde - before guard

Bête noire - black beast

Blasé - jaded

Bon appétit - good appetite

Bon voyage - good journey

Boutique - shop

Buffet - credenza

Bureau - office

Canapé - couch

Carte blanche - white card

C'est la vie - that's life

Chauffeur - warmer (n.)

Chef - leader

Cliché - picture

Clique - gang

Connaisseur - "knower"

Coup d'état - blow of state

Coup de grâce - blow of mercy

Coup de foudre - blow of lightning

Couture - sewing (n.)

Cul-de-sac - ass of the bag

Début - beginning

Débutante - beginner

Déjà-vu - already seen

Dénouement - untying

Dossier - file

Double entendre - double hear

... du jour - of the day

Eau de toilette - washing water

Eau de vie - life water

Encore - again

Ennui - boredom

En route - in road

Ensemble - together

Entourage - people surrounding you

Entrepreneur - starter (n.)

Essai - attempt

Esprit de l'escalier - spirit of the stairs

Étiquette - label

Exposé - exposed

Façade - frontage

Faux pas - fake step

Femme fatale - deadly woman

Film noir - black movie

Fin de siècle - end of century

Flâneur - "stroller"

Femme - woman

Folie à deux - madness at two

Foyer - fireplace, home

Gamine - female kid (casual)

Gauche - left

Gendarme - person of weapons

Je ne sais quoi - I don't know what

Laissez-faire - let (someone) do (imperative)

Laissez-passer - let (someone) pass

L'appel du vide - the call of the void

Lingerie - underwear

Maître d' - master o'

Mardi gras - fat Tuesday

Matinée - morning

Ménage à trois - household at three

Mon/ma chéri-e - my cherished

Montage - mounting

Motif - pattern

Mural - on the wall (adj.)

Né-e - born

Négligé - neglected

Nom de plume - feather name

Parole - word

Petite - small (adj.)

Pied-à-terre - foot on land

Poilu - hairy

Pot pourri - rotten pot

Pourboire - for drink

Première - first

Prêt-à-manger - ready to eat

Protégé - protected

Renaissance - rebirth

Rendez-vous - appointment

Répertoire - directory

Résumé - summary

Risqué - risked

Robe - dress

Rouge - red

RSVP - answer please

Sans-culottes - without pantaloons

Savant - "knower" (n.)

Savoir-faire - know how to do (v.)

Savoir-vivre - know how to live

Séance - session

Soirée - evening

Souvenir - memory

Suite - sequel, development

Surveillance - careful watching

Tête-à-tête - head to head

Touché - touched

Tour - circuit

Trompe-l'oeil - cheats the eye

Venue - came

Vignette - sticker, label

Vis-à-vis - face to face

Voyeur - "seer"

Ballet vocabulary:

Allongé - laid down

Balancé - swinged

Balançoire - swing (n.)

Battu - battered

Brisé - broken

Chassé - chased

Chaînés - chained

Ciseaux - scissors

Coupé - cut

Dégagé - cleared

Développé - developed

Échappé - escaped

En cloche - in bell

En croix - in cross

Entrechat - between braid

En pointe - in tip

Failli - almost did

Fouetté - whipped

Glissade - sliding

Plié - bent

Jeté - thrown

Manège - carousel

Pas de bourrée - drunk step

Pas de chat - cat step

Pas de cheval - horse step

Pas de deux - step of two

Pas de valse - waltz step

Penché - leaned

Piqué - pricked

Port de bras - carry of arms

Relevé - lifted back up

Renversé - titled, bent backwards

Retiré - removed

Rond de jambe - leg circle

Temps de flèche - arrow time Tendu - stretched

Temps lié - linked time

Tombé - fallen

Tour en l'air - turn in the air

Kitchen vocabulary:

Amuse-bouche - mouth entertainer

Bain-Marie - Mary bath

Café au lait - milky coffee

Casserole - pot

Cordon bleu - blue ribbon

Crème brûlée - burnt cream

Crème de la crème - cream of the cream

Crème fraîche - fresh cream

Croissant - crescent

Éclair - lightning

Entrée - entrance

Filet mignon - cute net

Flambé - blazed

Foie gras - fat liver

Fondant - melting

Fondue - melted

Gourmet - foodie

Hors d'oeuvre - out of the work

Légume - vegetable

Liqueur - liquid

Mille-feuille - thousand leaf

Mousse - foam

Pâté - pasted

Roux - redhead(ed)

Sauté - jumped

Sautoir - "jumper"

Soufflé - blown

Velouté - velvety

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Consequences

Dark!Elain x reader

Notes: I was missing her and reread my headcanon and thought that I should write about my sweet flower girl killing readers ex. Also happy Elain week! I’m not participating but I wanted to show her some love.

Warnings: murder, stalking (kind of)

Adjusting you to life in House of Wind was a little rough. You weren’t used to not being able to come and go as you please. Though Elain never questioned why or where you were going like your ex. She knew where you were thanks to her new witchy ways.

You were enamored with Elain. She quickly became your safe space and she was always gentle with you. Elain never hid things from you either. She was honest about the darkness of the world and had you convinced only she could protect you. After all, Elain did save you from that wicked male after all.

During afternoon tea with her sisters, Feyre tells Elain something that has the Seer simmering with rage. “I’ve heard from others in town that he’s looking for y/n.”

Elain clears her throat. “Is he asking calmly or is he acting deranged,” she asks airily, not letting her sisters see the murderous ideas running through her mind.

“The latter.” Elain hums, sipping on her tea.

That night Elain held you extra tight in bed. Praying to the Mother for you to stay safe in her arms. For you to stay with her forever.

Over the next few days Elain spends her time tailing your ex. Watching him grovel to his friends, begging for help to find you during the day then sneaking into his home at night. Digging through his things and leaving gifts in places yet to be discovered.

She had heard him being told no multiple times. That he never deserved you and to give up. That only enraged your ex. “I will find her! No one else can have her!” He screamed in the middle of the street at a group of males. Elain watched him storm off in the direction of his home.

She took his outburst as a threat to your life, making her see red. Elain followed him home and watched as he paced and paced and drank late into the night.

When he was drunk enough—and knowing the poison was working its way through him—Elain crept into the house on silent feet. His back was facing her as he filled his glass again. Turning around the male nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight of a stranger in his home.

“Who are you,” he stuttered out.

“No one of consequence.” Elain gives him a slow, disturbed smile.

The male started to cough violently, blood and spittle flying from his lips. Elain watched as her poison worked its way through his body. As he collapsed to the ground going still she got to work.

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The next morning at breakfast Azriel broke the news of your ex’s death. You didn’t show any emotion, you just sipped your tea and ate your muffin. Elain stared at you waiting for a reaction.

All day she watched you. Waiting for you to cry for him or miss him but nothing. You hadn’t even asked Elain if she had anything to do with his death.

By late afternoon she decided to confront you about it. It wasn’t good to keep your feelings in and she wanted to be there for you if you broke down.

Leaving her work room she found you lounging in the garden, soaking in the sun. “You should move soon, my sweet lily.” You smile up at her, squinting to see her through the blinding rays. “I thought you said the most important thing for flowers was sunlight,” you tease.

Elain crouched down cupping your cheek. Your skin was warm and soft. She let out a hum and smiled back at you. “Yes, but this flower has beautiful skin. And I want to keep it soft and perfect,” she traces your cheek gently with the tip of her finger. You rolled your eyes but humored your girlfriend, moving to the shade of the old willow tree in the middle of the garden.

You and Elain sat in silence for a bit. She wrapped you in her arms letting your head rest on her shoulder. Elain became impatient. Desperately wanting to know what you know.

“Y/n,” she starts, “If you want to…talk about him, I’m here to listen.” You let out a small chuckle. “Elain, I feel more relieved than anything. And I know.” You turn to look at her. Her brown doe eyes staring at you unblinking. “I’m safe. You keep me safe, love.” You kiss her cheek going back to resting on her shoulder.

Elain kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer. “I always will, my sweet lily.”

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Why Are Seers Always Cursed? (1)

Wesley Weston is a son of Apollo with the rare gift of prophecy.

Written for @crossoverdanuary Week 2024, Day three: Percy Jackson | Lake

Takes place shortly before Luke, Annabeth, and Thalia's arrival at Camp Half-Blood and while Wes is in middle school, so before the primary canon events of both series.

You can also read it on AO3

Chapter 1: Family Troubles

Next Chapter

[Warnings for implied/referenced infidelity]

Wes couldn't remember a time when his parents didn't have marital troubles. His eldest brother, Easton, claimed that their parents had been completely happy together once. Even though their mom's work as a flight attendant meant she wasn't home much, they were still happy and in love. Dad was holding down a job back then, and Easton had just started school. Kyle couldn't actually remember it, but he claimed to, nevertheless.

Then Mom came home pregnant with Wes, and everything changed.

They tried to salvage their relationship, keep the family together, but in the end, rather than staying together despite Mom's job, they only managed to stay together because she was away so often.

To his credit, Dad never took it out on Wes.

It wasn't until Wes was eight that he even knew Walter Weston wasn't his biological father. Kyle had let it slip when he was mad at Wes for winning eight games in a row of Guess Who.

He'd gotten angry and shouted, "I don't have to take this! You're not even my real brother!"

After the initial mess was sorted out, Walter took Wes aside and explained that he was his brother's half-sibling, that they had the same mother, but that Wes had a different father. He'd made sure to emphasize that he was still Wes' father, too, and that it didn't mean he loved Wes any less. And Wes had just nodded.

Everyone seemed surprised by how well he'd taken it, but subconsciously, Wes felt like he had always known.

Things settled down after a while. As Wes got older, as he learned more, he finally started to understand the real reason for the tension between his parents whenever his mother came home. Dad had forgiven her for cheating, but she'd still broken his trust, and no matter what happened, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd been unfaithful again while she was away.

Sometimes, Dad would get drunk, at a New Year's party or something, and he would get all sad and cry about losing the love of his life. Wes would help him to bed, and he would cry about how good a kid Wes was, and how he wished Wes really was his kid and it wasn't fair. And he would cry about Easton being so good in school and about Kyle having so many friends. 

It was embarrassing, but there were worse things for a drunk guy to be than sad and sentimental. At least he didn't get that drunk very often.

It wasn't until Wes was ten that he finally worked up the courage to ask his mom about his real—his biological father.

As long as he could remember, when his mother came home, she would sleep in the guest room. So one night after she finished her nighttime routine, he went in to ask her in private. Her face was covered in a pale green mask, and her hair was tucked up in a ring of curlers around her neck to preserve the shape.

"Wes," she noted when he came in, closing the door silently behind him like he thought he would get in trouble. "Hey, hon, what brings you here?" she asked. "You can't have had a bad dream already, you haven't even gone to bed yet."

"No, I... I wanted to ask you something," Wes told her. "I didn't want to do it earlier because I thought it might upset Dad."

"I see," she said.

Wes could tell already that she knew what he was going to ask, but she was waiting for him to say it.

"What... I mean... who.... Who's my real dad?" Wes finally got out. "Will you tell me about him?"

"I knew you were gonna ask someday," she said, a sad expression falling over her face.

"Will you tell me about him?" Wes implored. "Please?"

She sat on her bed and Wes sat down next to her.

"He told me his name was Apollo," she said. "But he was a musician, so that might've been a stage name. I never did get a last name from him. When we met, he said he saw me crossing the sky, following the path of the sun, that he'd seen it almost every day, and that I'd caught his eye.

"I still don't quite know what he meant by that. At the time, I thought he was clumsily trying to compare me to an angel, but I'm not so sure now. What I do know is from that moment on, I felt like I was under a spell, completely charmed by him. 

"We met a few times. I didn't mean for them to be dates, but he clearly thought they were. He would sing for me, and write me poetry, which would sometimes be good and sometimes not so much. His haiku was especially bad. Then one night... well, one thing led to another, and you were born. I never saw him again after that, so clearly he was only after one thing and once he got it he was done with me."

"Sounds like a jerk," Wes said with a scowl.

"I didn't think so then, but hindsight is 20/20," Mom replied with a nod. "In any case, my little foray with him wasn't worth the damage it did to my marriage. I regret everything about those meetings with Apollo." 

She looked down at Wes, all tense and nervous in his Transformers pajamas, and wrapped an arm around him to squeeze him into her side. "Everything but you. You were the only good thing to come out of it."

"Is it okay if Dad can be my dad instead of that guy?" Wes asked. "I don't want him to be my dad."

"It's more than okay," she said.

From then on, Wes' biological dad never got brought up. When Kyle got mad at him, he would sometimes, petulantly, refer to Wes as his half-brother, but never aside from that. Slowly, their parents finally started to truly patch up their relationship.

Then, one day, a few weeks before Wes' thirteenth birthday, he had a dream.

He dreamed that he was laying on his back in a field, soaking up the sunlight, and then the sun came closer and closer, and slowly, the sun turned into a man with golden blond hair, and tan skin, and a guitar on his back, and he knelt down next to Wes and kissed him on the forehead.

"Tell your mom I'll see her soon," he said.

Wes always woke up with the sunrise, but that morning, he awoke in a cold sweat. He waited until he could find a chance to call his mom without anyone overhearing and hoped to God that she wasn't in the air. He was pretty sure her flight had landed by the time he called.

"Hi, Wes, what's up?" she asked when she picked up. She sounded confused.

He couldn't blame her; he was confused too. "I just wanted to tell you..." he trailed off. 

Now that he was finally doing it, it seemed supremely silly to tell her that she was going to meet his bio-dad again soon. What would he even say? It came to him in a dream? That answer was funny in response to a math teacher asking how you reached a certain result, but it wasn't the kind of explanation anyone took seriously. Still, Wes felt like he had to tell her.

"I uh... I just have this really strong feeling that you may end up meeting my bio-dad soon," Wes bit out. "I don't know why, I just... felt like I should tell you."

"Honey, I haven't seen him in thirteen years," his mother reassured. "I don't think either of us has to worry about me running into him again after all this time."

"But—"

"I'll tell you what," she said. "I'll make sure to keep an eye out for him just in case, and I promise if I see him, I'll turn the other way. Okay?"

"No, you need to talk to him!"

There was a stunned silence on the line. Wes didn't even know why he said that.

"Why?"

"I... I don't... he has something important to tell you." Why was Wes still talking? Where was this coming from? Why couldn't he just shut up?

"What are you saying?" his mother asked. "Have you heard from him? Did he contact you somehow?"

"No it's just... I can't explain it, okay just... please mom."

After another long pause, she finally said, "Alright... if you say so, hon. I trust you."

The next time his mom came home, the day before Wes turned thirteen, she walked in the front door with a tight smile. She spoke only in short sentences. It seemed like her mind was far away, occupied with something else.

That night, Wes and Kyle heard yelling from their parents' room for the first time in a long time. Mostly their father. Walter Weston rarely lost his temper, so for him to be yelling like this, it had to be about something serious.

"Don't tell me she did it again?" Kyle said with a sneer.

Wes didn't dignify that with a response. He pressed his ear to his own bedroom door and tried to make out what they were saying. The words were muffled, and he didn't catch most of it, but he did hear a few things.

"... my kid, not his!" in his father's voice. And, "He doesn't get a say!"

Then his mother, whose voice hadn't been loud enough to hear up to this point shouted back, "But what if Wes is in danger!?"

Wes' breath hitched. Was something going to happen to him? Had his mom actually met his bio-father? Had he threatened Wes in some way? 

Wes strained his hearing to listen, but the voices had gone silent. When they picked up again, it was at a much lower volume, and he couldn't make out a single word of what they were saying. That night, he laid awake worrying, unable to sleep. When dawn broke, he gave up on trying and got out of bed.

He wished basketball season wasn't over. That would give him an excuse to leave the house and go to school for early morning practice. He scored the most three-pointers of anyone on the team, and getting praise from his coach and teammates was always a morale booster. He could really use something like that about now, rather than just stewing in his anxiety while he got dressed.

When he left his room, his mom and dad were already awake, sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Wes, honey, we need to talk to you," his mother said gently.

Wes' first thought was, 'You're getting divorced and it's my fault,' but he knew instinctively that that wasn't the case. He also somehow knew that the real reason they wanted to talk would be arguably worse.

"Why don't you have a seat, son," his father said.

He called me son, Wes thought as he cautiously sat down across from them, whatever this is must be really serious.

"I don't know how you knew," his mother began, "But as it happens, I did run into your biological father again, the day after you called me, in fact. And he did have something important to tell me. It was a warning."

"What kind of warning?" Wes asked. "Did he threaten you or something? Did he threaten me?"

"No, no... well, not quite," she said.

"He told her you were in some sort of danger," his father cut in. "I don't know if he has enemies or something and he's worried about them finding you, or what, but he said that he was sending someone to come get you and take you to some kind of, I don't know, protective custody or something?"

"He said it was a private summer camp in Long Island," his mother clarified. "Somewhere where you'd be safe and protected. He seemed very serious about this, it was unlike him. I did some research already, and it's definitely legitimate. I arranged a flight to New York for you and whoever he sends already. They should come for you as soon as the school year is over."

"That's it?" Wes asked. "Nothing about what kind of danger I'm actually in, or why? Man, if I thought this guy was a jerk before, I know he is now."

"Are you saying you won't go?" his father asked. His voice was hopeful, but his expression was conflicted. He didn't want his son to leave, but he didn't want him to get hurt either. "There's no real evidence you're in any danger aside from this random man's word."

"I don't want to take that risk," his mother said pointedly.

"I'll go," Wes said. "It's just for the summer, right? Then I can come home again?"

"That's right," his mom said.

"Then I'll go."

School ended three weeks later, and a lanky man came to pick Wes up at the end of the day. He wore baggy slacks, a dark striped button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and an unbuttoned gray vest. A flat cap covered his curly brown hair. He looked like he belonged on a street corner selling newspapers. He stuck out like a sore thumb in front of a school. 

His eyes zoned in on Wes the second he stepped out of the school building.

"Wesley Weston, right?" the man said once Wes was close enough to hear him. "Name's Melvin Barkley, your father sent me to get you."

"Don't call him that," Wes grumbled. "I didn't realize you were gonna come get me right when school ended. We gotta stop by home and pick up my bag."

"Can do," Melvin said amiably. "Lead the way."

Wes wasn't sure if he'd been sent as a sort of guide, or as a body guard, but he was particularly laid back for someone in either profession. When he walked, he walked with a strange gait, and his eyes darted around every few seconds before fixing solidly back on Wes.

School ended early on the last day. When Wes got back home to pick up his bag, the place was empty and all the lights were off. He didn't turn them on. It felt like it would be wrong somehow. 

Kyle had gone to the skate park with his friends the second the final bell rang. Easton wouldn't be coming home from his first year of college until tomorrow. Mom was on a flight to Germany right now, and wouldn't land for another eight hours. And Dad was still at work.

Wes wasn't going to get the chance to say goodbye. Instead, he wrote a note and ended it with, See you all at the end of summer! Love, Wes

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Heyo!! Would you be willing to share any Claire and ranger headcannons? I hope you have a great flight/trip!!

tysm! the flight went smoothly ^^

as for headcannons,

1. Claire is always silently looking out for ranger whenever she can, but refuses to admit that she does anything remotely close. (especially after the station fire, and also to check out that JUICY piece of cake)

2. Ranger is a whole different person drunk, and the only people who’ve seen that other side of them is isaiah, seer, and probably diane.

3. Ranger has asked the pack a few times about Claire’s favorite baked goods, just so they can bake them for events they know she’ll be at. (but of course claire can NOT know they did such a thing)

4. there’s always so much awkwardness but also disappointment when they come close to kissing eachother, but SOMEONE tends to walk in on them. (a blood sucking knight loving someone..) Ranger ends up being the most disappointed, though they never let it show, duh. Claire on the other hand tends to hold herself back, in fear that it’s not the right time.

5. Claire and ranger have a shared journal full of projects and event ideas for the future. (they both fight for custody of the book like it’s a child)

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Alina's prophecies

Siege and Storm- Chapter 18

I feel like there's more to Alina's fake Suli prophecies, but let's be honest- my brain froze during this chapter and I can't seem to be able to delve into it, so I'll just point out her contribution.

Because hot men are always secretly evil! Never let your pussy guide you!!!

Suli seem to take their seers seriously, but I doubt some nouveau riche invite them for more than simple entertainment. They're supposed to be fun, but Alina doesn't even make fun of her "customers", she's outright cruel.

She sees a couple of giggly carefree girls, likely dreaming of finding a good match and a good husbands in the same person, no matter how unusual would that be, and turns Malyen's promises upside down.

Yes, you will get what you want, but it will be the the worst thing for you. Picking the path you think will make you miserable will pay off.

Somehow it feels like Alina's punishing them for being what she's not allowed to be- young and seemingly without responsibilities.

Next are two drunk noblemen:

They (possibly) offend Alina's not-exactly-friend, so she uses it as an excuse to take justice in her own hands and does her best to at least hurt their feelings.

She aims well.

The best way to offend people is to give voice to what they already fear.

... and mysterious STDs always work.

The man seemed to have something to say about bastards and infidelity... how likely is it that he speaks from experience?

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Viking Aemond, seer's apprentice Lucerys)

Lucerys does not enjoy being the chief's wife's apprentice. True, his abilities as a seer have been much more well maintained, but he'd rather be with the woman who raised him, Alys, than the woman currently speaking riddles before him, Helaena.

It's not that he doesn't like her, oh no, in fact, he enjoys her company, and though her manner of speaking is odder than the seers he has met before, he does still understand her, and learns well enough from her.

What he doesn't enjoy is being around the rest of her family. Besides her twins, and the newborn baby, the rest of her family are indescribably hard to get along with. Her mother, Alicent, for one, wasn't born a Viking, a person of Valyria. She is an Andal woman, brought to the village as a peace offering of sorts, in the form of a bride. Just like all Andals, she is a devout follower of the Faith of the Seven, a new religion that does not hide their distaste for the old gods, including the Fourteen Flames, who seers worship in order to attain the glimpse of the future.

She often makes disparaging comments, sometimes in the form of a "normal" chat, sometimes just calling them "wrong" and "straying from the true gods", often times she doesn't bother hiding her distaste. Lucerys later learned that she was much more harsher towards him because he was said to be a bastard, someone followers of the Seven look down upon even worse than old god worshippers. She tries to keep her grandchildren in her room whenever she got the chance to, away from him and her daughter, even bringing her septas into the village to watch over her grandchildren, in an attempt to "save" them from the "madness" of their mother. Lucerys tends to avoid her at all costs, not wanting to have an argument over beliefs, despite the fact the Fourteen Flames actually answers his prayers from time to time in the form of signs, visions and dreams, whilst her gods just stay silent and watch, despite her praying almost every day.

Then there was Helaena's husband brother, Aegon, the new chief. He was much of a drunkard, a pervert as well, often scaring away the maidens and frightening the septas. He often interrupts their lessons by barging in drunkenly, draping himself onto his wife before shouting. His drunken self is easy to anger, so Lucerys had to calmly call the guards so they may deal with him and put him to bed. Lucerys hates this "visits", especially since it often leaves his lessons short, as she would often breathe too quickly, before saying a barrage of nonsensical words, covering her ears or hugging her body, which he needed to calm down before she faints. If he couldn't do it, then he would hope that Aemond, her brother, returned home so he may calm her.

Aemond seems to be the more decent of her brothers, willing to stay with her and calm her down. He is also the one who Lucerys has the least problems with, seeing as his job was to lead the army to raid other villages, and often times he would bring back certain trinkets or bugs for Helaena and her children. Often Lucerys could see why rumors of Aemond being the true father of Helaena's children could be spread, with how often he visits them, unlike Aegon who sometimes was too drunk to even remember his name, let alone his children's. He knows, however, that it wasn't true. He has been there long enough to know that Helaena had no interest in anyone, and Aemond respects her enough to never force her into doing anything.

He sometimes brought things for him as well. Pretty pearls from a fishing village seems to be his favorite thing to give him, and he has quite the collection, with some having so many different colors. Lucerys enjoys looking at them, experimenting on them when he had time to.

Then there was Daeron, their mother's golden boy. He was training to become a Septon, sent to the Sept in Old Town at a very young age, their mother's hometown, so he would grow to be a "better man than the rest of the family", something Alicent loves saying whenever she spoke of Daeron. When he does visit, he looked extremely uncomfortable, and Alicent would look extremely embarrassed at the state of her house, often calling the village a backward place, and that although she couldn't give him the same level of comfort he is used to, she wished he would visit often so she may not feel alone (despite her three other children and grandchildren living with her).

She has tried sending her grandchildren away to the Sept in the same manner, but was stopped by Aemond. Lucerys didn't know exactly what was spoken between the two, all he knows was that whatever good Aemond and Alicent's relationship had broke, with Alicent refusing to acknowledge her once favorite son.

Other than the family debacle and Lucerys trying to further his training without being forced to deal with their family's problems, Lucerys was mostly fine.

Lucerys was treated fairly well by the villagers, though him being there in the first place was worrying. Often times there would only be one seer, and in that village, Helaena was theirs. He was called when Helaena was pregnant with her third child Maelor, and the healers were talking about her possibility of dying in child birth. He was to learn everything from her in case she does pass, and was meant to be the next seer after her. Thankfully, she survived, and decided she wanted him there a bit longer, so she continued training him, and his knowledge grew from her assistance.

He does have a certain problem, however. Aemond, the one that causes him the least amount of headache due to him often being away, asked Helaena to allow him to take Lucerys in one of their raids. Of course, it was a very strange request, seers are meant to stay in the village, safe, far from possible harm. They are few in numbers, and keeping them alive has always been a priority in the eyes of their people, so asking him to accompany them in a raid, a danger for an unarmed, untrained-for-battle man like he was, isn't this just asking for trouble?

Unfortunately for him, Helaena seems to be fine with her student/would-be replacement traveling with her brother's raid party. In fact, she seemed almost pleased with it. Lucerys couldn't really refuse, since he was more of an extra mouth to feed in the village anyway. Besides, if they truly needed a seer's ability for a certain raid, then it must really be an important one. So he goes, unwillingly (though not showing it), and followed the man and his party.

It irked him, how the man was becoming increasingly annoying as the days go by. How he was asked (ordered) to sleep in the same tent as Aemond after the realization that he forgot to pack up a tent of his own (to be fair, he was forced to speed up his packing process, and only managed to take his tools for seeing, before getting dragged out of the house by one of Aemond's men). Or how he had to ride on the same horse as him (he wasn't that bad of a rider, Arrax just tended to be a bit prone to being skittish around other larger horses, and much harder to calm, that was all. He didn't need to sit in front of him on Vhagar, the old girl may have been a war horse but she looked old enough to keel over any minute now). There was even the time where he was forced to learn how to properly defend himself, with Aemond pinning him to the ground every single time, complaining about his weak muscles and small stature (he was a seer! Not a squire, nor a warrior-in-training, but a seer of the future! He was supposed to be staying in the village!)

He can't wait for the raid to be over so he could return to the village. Hells, there were times he just wanted to take Arrax and ride him back to Alys and never have to deal with Aemond or his family (except for Helaena and her children) again!

[taocc-updates]

”Oh, you like Taocc? Name every character.”

BET.

edit: I added the vague number of total characters listed. We’re at about 270, and I’m still adding characters.

(*By technicality

**formerly/no longer active/no longer acknowledged by the narrative as existing

***exist as of like ten seconds ago

I will only be including characters recognized as part of Taocc by more than one person. Characters will be vaguely grouped together however the frick I feel like and with only the vague suggestion of transitions. A character must have a tangible role that still has effects at the time of posting to be counted. I’m not counting all the deactivated characters from OG Taocc, for example. I am referencing the updates blog list as well as my following for this, because the challenge is to name them all, not to name them all by memory. Animals barely count sometimes when I feel like it.)

Gangle, Ragatha**, Pomni**, Kinger**, Zooble**, Caine*, Bubble**, S-Gangle, Shadow, Kaufmo, Sproingle, Unnamed Abtractions*, Easton West, Northa West, Lonn Gitud, Lattia Tudor, Felicia, Caleb, Zachariah Woods, Zombie anon, Simon Mallory/Silhouette/Aleksander, Isaac Brennan/Mix, Elida Doyle, Alice Mallory, Nikolai Harrison/Carbine, Artemis/Kepler, Calamity/Cassandra, Remnant, Sami Harrison, Yelena, Daniel, Artem, Charles/Plague Doctor Anon, Dialtone/Drias, Ilas/Amalgam, Trevor***, Archie***, Abigail***, Stella***, Paisley***, Espresso the Cat, Edward/Pharaoh, Abayomi, Clown Anon, Colorbine, Helpful Anon, Waffle Anon, Sparkler Anon, Kumo, Kopi, Violet, Stitch, Chance, Nightmare, Arthur Pendragon, Verie Pendragon, Mercutio, Juliet/Assassin Anon, Aokigahara, Dunite, Rocky, Rusty, Ryan, Dunite’s Parents, Deedee, Usagi/Usa, Icia/Ice anon, Fred, Odette/Odysseys, Samuel, Mytha, Celio, Basso, Vaga, Nova, Hexe, Slynn, Yume, Yume’s Mother and Father, the Protector, Ramona/Rae, Mirobelle, Ramiro, Achilles, Dime, Aklatan, Latte, Alexander (kingdom edition), Mocha, Switchboard, Ace Zeppelin, Damsel, Levi, Nathan, Myau, Nya, Mynou, Dusk, Jessy, Amelia, Jessy’s mother, Fynn, Joy, Ciana, Apollo, Virgo, Aster, Lance, Raina, Flare, Citrina, Citrina’s sisters (the only named one is “Jade”), Nymn, Nymn’s ex, Fae anon, Clara, Chip, Alpen, Unnamed Zodiac Angels, Kade, Feris, Pixel, Vanessa, Unnamed Arcade Worker 2/Mike, Conny, Shairo (deceased permanently), Hans, “John Smith”, Gun Pirate (lol), Unnamed Drunk Pirate, Unnamed Jar Lady, Unnamed third pirate with a gun, Dalia, Mikey, Anderson, Toga, Abstraction Anon, Quin, Blaze (Squiffer edition)/Zephyr, Skeleton anon, Mage Anon/Tanya, Camara, Avian, Sign Anon/Steven, Origami Anon/Octavia, Tea Anon/Kitsune/Katrina, Simon (Bookend), Seer anon/Sarah, Umbra, Arrows anon, Bow Anon, (Other) Bow Anon, Hex, Sun, Moon*, Sigil, Insanity, Dusty, Lantern/Eternal Flame, Eternity, Darkis, Infinity, Entity, Ember, Unknown, Juko, Lilo, Bob, Hammer, Mallet, Fox anon, Teleporting anon, Nuffle, Pyxel, Thanatos, Tiger, Siam, Sabrina (Sun’s daughter), Taika, Sisu, Quest, Tip, Stranger, Radio, Shelly, Astrion, Gaia, Aella, Electricity anon, Conspiracy anon, Bap Anon, Eve.chr, Phoenix*, The Dragon of Abyss, The Dragoness of Sky, Lemonade/Lewis, Reverie/Guidance anon, Unnamed Autumn Season, Unnamed Winter Season, Neb, Cardlan, Minimi, Entity (Backrooms edition), Casper, Manna, Pamela, Eden*, Grif, Trudy, Pen, Paper, Sophronius, Acacius, Milo, Drunk anon (deceased), Scissors anon, Thief Anon, Void anon, Cupcake anon, Chaos Enjoyer Anon, Thyme, Angst anon, villain anon, “Lucy”, Simp anon, Comax, Pickle gifter anon, pickle stealer anon, fish anon, deus ex machinanon, mail anon, foundation anon, lost anon, dropkick anon, Bug anon, Paranoia Anon, Rocket launcher anon, Kyubey, Mimic, Rodger, Ludvic, sunshine anon, anger anon, Frazzle, Wade, Loyal anon, Loyal Servant anon, the cookie run cookies lol, Felicia (top hat edition), Tophat, Greenie, Red(?), The Polygon Bees (TM), Eepy anon, Ethan, Dark, Void/Ollie, DJ, Star, Mercury/Marcus, Elysia/Evangeline Elizabeth Ambrosia, Blaze (Planetquest edition)/Brandon, Jasper, Callista/Leilani, Ursula, Ari, Lumiel/Lark, uhhh…I think that’s it

did I do it do I freaking win

Someone please count how many characters there are (there should be one comma per character if that helps)

Edit: Nevermind, I did it for you.

This is a vague number, the actual number is higher than this, maybe about 270-300

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @fangsandroses, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, drinking, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

I leaned against the wall as d’artagnan talked to porthos and aramis about the art of courting. I rolled my eyes when porthos fell off the chair while kissing the girl in his lap. Aramis watched the two roll around on the floor a bit before turning to the young boy and trying another approach. Turning my head at the noise behind me, I raised an eyebrow at athos as he tilted the bottle back.

“the boy will never learn from those two.” He muttered. I looked back at the trio to see d’artagnan kissing one of the waitresses.

“Seems to me he’s doing just fine.” I said offhandedly. Athos leaned forward and raised his eyebrows before falling back into his chair.

“cheers to him then.” Athos shrugged. “Won’t last but he’ll get his experience before he sees that consort again.”

“lady in waiting.” I shot back before sitting down next to him. “Let them have their fun anyway.” Athos nodded before taking another drink. “You have no tricks to teach him? No way to woo a partner?” Athos chuckled as he wrapped his hands around the bottle in front of him.

“oh I have plenty.” He said with a small smile. “None would work though. Not for the one he’s after.” I laughed.

“and what makes you so certain?” I asked as I leaned back in my chair. Athos smiled at me.

“Because my tricks are tailored to the person.” He leaned in closer to me and I felt my breath hitch. “If they like poetry, I find their favorite poem and recite it in front of the fire. Supply them with their favorite wine or whiskey.” He paused to look at me. “Read up on their favorite subjects to have something to talk about. And when I am sure I have them, I close the trap.” Athos raised an eyebrow at me.

“And if you aren’t sure you have them?” I whispered. Athos smiled at me.

“I take what I can get.” He was close enough I could practically feel his beard against my skin before he pressed his lips to mine. “And I always get what I want.” He whispered as he pulled me into his lap. I tangled my fingers in his hair as he held me close. “And here I was thinking I was making it pretty obvious.” Athos chuckled as he leaned his head against mine. I laughed and gently scratched his beard. Athos hummed at the feeling as his eyes scanned my face.

“how drunk are you?” I asked softly, trying to memorize his face. We were interrupted by porthos crashing into our little room and breaking the table behind me. He sat up slowly and smiled at the two of us.

“Oh hello.” He chuckled, struggling to stand up. “Look at you two…” athos raised an eyebrow at him before his fist came out of nowhere to make contact with porthos’ nose. Porthos laid back, knocked unconscious.

“you didn’t have to do that.” I laughed as athos turned his attention back to me. He kissed along my neck and gently bit down.

“yes I did.” He shot back. “Now where were we?” Athos started to kiss me again and I hummed happily as I tangled my fingers through his hair. “Let’s take this back to the rooms.” I nodded and athos stood up, making sure that I had my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. We both laughed as he started to walk out of the bar and down the street to where we had taken up lodging for the night. Athos pinned me against the door as he got us into his room. My head fell back against the door as he started to bite and suck on my pulse point.

“oh god athos.” I moaned. He smiled against my skin and trailed his nose along my jawline before pulling me back into a seering kiss.

“I get what I want. But is this what you want?” He asked, panting slightly as he pulled back to look at me. I nodded, tugging on his hair slightly.

“more than you could ever imagine.” I whispered. Athos smiled at me and nodded. He pulled me away from the door and started walking towards the bed. “You have me athos. Mind, body and soul.” Athos set me down and gently crawled over me as he captured my lips in a kiss. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged it over his head, athos shaking his head to get the hair out of his face.

“and I am yours.” He whispered back as he started to undress me. Our clothes piled up at the end of bed and athos kissed his way back up my body before caging me in between his arms. “Perfect. Just absolutely perfect.” He breathed out before kissing me deeply. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly as he slipped into me. We both moaned and athos lowered himself on me.

“athos.” I breathed out. “Please athos. Please. I need you.” With a deep kiss, athos started to slowly thrust into me. He let his head fall onto my shoulder and I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair. With each thrust, I tilted my hips up to meet his.

“oh fuck.” Athos moaned. I whimpered as he started to speed up. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my hips gently before moving to my thighs. Athos hiked my leg up his waist as he ground against me.

“Merdes.” I breathed out, turning my head to kiss his neck. “Athos.” He sucked on my neck as I let my head fall back. Athos hummed happily as he changed angles and thirst deeper into me. “Close. So close.” Athos pulled back and smiled at me, sweat dripping down his brow.

“cum for me ma Cherie. Cum.” Athos snapped his hips against mine and forced me over the edge.

“athos!” I screamed before he captured my lips in a kiss. I moaned against his lips and tugged on his hair. Athos groaned and followed me over the edge.

“fuck. (Y/N).” His voice was strained as he groaned. Rolling over, he pulled me into his as he let out a contented sigh. “I’d say we both got what we wanted.” I smiled at him before rubbing my thumb over his beard.

“I’d say.” I agreed. Athos smiled back at me before kissing me. “I say let’s continue to get what we want.” Athos nodded in agreement. “All for one.”

“and one for all.” He finished before kissing me deeply.

[weird-obsessed-girl]

Tomarry / tomarrymort fic rec

i never thought i would like this ship but edits of fancast Tom Hughes has convinced me...

masterlist (incl. wolfstar, drarry, jegulus)

more to be added

Fortune Telling - TreacleTeacups

fortune telling, divination, persephone au | T | 1.5k

Don't Be Boring - duplicity, eleven_eaves, thegreenmagician

alternate universe, harry and tom attend hogwarts, established relationship, crack, master of death harry | M | 1.5k

Changelings - TreacleTeacups

time travel, kid fic, humour, established relationship, mamma bear harry | T | 1.7k

He Who Knows Too Much (and I, Who Knows Nothing) - coribbit

time travel, fix-it, seer harry, obsessive tom | T | 1.9k

It's All in a Day for Ron Weasley (professional best friend and undercover seer) - atlantablack

crack, seer ron, canon what canon | G | 2.5k

My Parallel - ColdEmergency

angst, hurt/comfort, alt universe, they both grew up in the orphanage, dirty talk, open ending | M | 2.5k

and they were roommates - purplemineralwater

modern setting, gogglebox au, smitten tom, flirting, domestic, harry has a crush, people ship them | M | 2.5k

Thanks for Harry - duplicity

both attend hogwarts, humour, fluff, pining, oblivious harry, romance | G | 4k

Observations of a Pureblood Heir - temptresslove

slytherin harry, tom and harry are in denial, fluff, unresolved sexual tension | T | 4.5k

Anemone - A_Single_Cactus

jealous and possessive tom, smut, top tom, oblivious ginny, scheming | E | 5k

Serendipity - Alissia

omega verse, porn no plot, soft tom, minister tom, mating cycles, bottom harry | E | 6.5k

letters of seduction (apparently) - purplemineralwater

office au, modern setting, sane tom, boss/employee, truth or dare, seduction, age difference | M | 7k

Like We Really Mean It - crowthing, Divida, eleven_eaves

fake relationship, tom needs a perfect image to be minister, smut, friends with benefits, quidditch player harry | E | 7k

play in reverse - BonesOfBirdWings

role-reversal, dark lord harry, age difference, surrealism, pre-slash | T | 7k

Hidden Away - Misty Shadowbrook (Dagger_Stiletto)

soulmates, child abuse, protective tom, cursed harry, alt universe, no voldy | T | 10k

Eudaimonia - duplicity

time travel, child abuse, angst, age difference, happy ending, harry kinda helps raise tom | E | 15k

tempor · al | ary - asterismal (asterisms)

time travel, established relationship, voldy wins, threesome | E | 16k

Yuletide Discussions - J_L_Hynde

time travel, discussion of wizard politics, tom lusting harry, alt reality, auror harry | M | 18k

Relativity. - Ideasofmarch

time travel, fix-it, BAMF harry, morally grey harry, slytherin harry | M | 18k

Enoument - Accipitae

master of death harry, harry grows up with tom in orphanage, time travel, homophobia, angst | M | 22k

The Way to a Man’s Heart - mosiva

sarcastic harry, no voldy, politician tom, chef harry, timeline mashup | T | 24k

Until Midnight Comes - Divida

cinderella fusion, crack treated seriously, mistaken identity, soulmates, obsessed harry, drunk sex, post-hogwarts | E | 26k

The Path Least Taken - Living_Free

crack, humour, de-aged harry, papa voldy, voldy makes friends, found family, sirius forced to co-parent | 35k

Where The Heart Is - thecunningserpent (Panthere)

sane tom, powerful harry, possessive tom, they attend hogwarts together, slytherin harry, fluff, courting | E | 36k

If we could turn back time - MBlack93

master of death harry, magically powerful, time travel, fix-it, sane tom, slytherin harry, bamf harry, knights of walpurgis | E | 54k

Heir Apparent - MonsieurClavier

time travel, sane voldy, voldy adopts harry, pseudo-incest, powerful harry, possessive behaviour, enemies to friends to lovers, humour | E | 61k

Inventing Paradoxes - Ailora

harry and tom attend hogwarts together, falling in love, tom outsmarting himself, oblivious harry, fluff and angst, triwizard tournament | G | 62k

Game On, Your Move - Ailora

time travel, crack treated seriously, obsessive tom, sassy harry, time loop, eventual happy ending, enemies to lovers | T | 75k

Tip of Your Tongue - Spork_in_the_Road

time travel, fix-it, morally grey harry, dumbledore critical, slow burn, mystery | M | 78k

At the end of every road - sassysquatch

time travel, obsessive harry and tom, mutual manipulation, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, class issues, politically motivated marriage | M | 84k WIP 1 last chapter

Too old to be this young - Nadia_Castillo

modern setting, everyone lives, boss/employee, minister tom, master of death harry | M | 88k WIP

you belong to me (i belong to you) - Child_OTKW

time travel, slytherin politics, mind games, auror harry, slytherin harry, master of death harry, PLS READ ALL TAGS | 112k

good night, darling - purplemineralwater

time travel, fix-it, master of death harry, slytherin harry, knights of walpurgis, possessive tom, sane tom, hurt/comfort, slow burn | E | 138k

Praeclarus Anguis - KaedeRavensdale

time travel, slytherin harry, possessive behaviour, tom has met his match | M | 172k

Diablerie - Oceanbreeze7

bamf tom, sane tom, time travel, ptsd, book 5, mental health issues, canon divergence | T | 176k

47 Days to Change (a translation) - snow_owl01

time travel, slow burn, dubious consent, alt universe | E | 200k

Dreams and Darkness Collide - Epic Solemnity (Dark_Cyan_Star)

alt universe, dubious morality, dark, seriel killers, dark harry | M | 209k WIP

The Rise of a Dark Lord - LittleMissXanda

dark harry, voldy takes an interest, golden era | M | 228k WIP

draw me after you (let us run) - ToAStranger

slow burn, canon divergence, horcrux hunting, enemies to lovers | E | 238k WIP

His Darkest Devotion - Lomonaaeren

canon divergence, soulmates, minister tom, heavy angst, drama, spy harry, suicidal thoughts | M | 257k

What He Grows To Be - Severus_divides_into_H

unhealthy relationships, obsessive and possessive tom, master of death harry, time travel, tom raised by harry, self-harm, psychological torture | M | 266k

What Souls Are Made Of - Emeralds_and_Lilies

golden trio accidently time travel, angst, mind games, unhealthy relationships, slow burn | E | 278k

[fatum679]

Hello, sorry to brother you again, please lmk if u have enough of my rants 🤣. I wanna ask , don't you think it's somewhat crazy that due to this ridiculous a*ysmond vs. helaemond ship war, the character of Helaena Targaryen seems to have more haters among the TG than TB part of the fandom? I legit know several TB supporters/ content creators who claim Helaena deserves better and it will be cool if it turns out she has kids with someone who likes and respects her(=Aemond). Also, even TBs point out if the showrunners want to give Aemond a romantic subplot, helaemond will be a better option, since unlike a*ysmond , this relationship is a consensual one + Aemond's protectiveness and attachment to his sister appear pretty obvious... It's such a pity some Green fans diminish Hel's clairvoyance and claim it's useless and she's far less powerful seer and less interesting character than A*ys. They want A*ys' magic to be explored further, and not Hel's. Which I totally don't understand, since in GOT, we have already seen greenseers, woods witches and even Red Priests, but we still don't know much about dragon dreamers. Imo focusing on Targaryen magic in a Targaryen -centric show would be a far better idea. Also, HOTD's portrayal of Helaena could potentially be a really refeshing and original take on a magical woman. I mean unlike stereotypical sorceresses, usually dark-haired, clad in flowy, dusky gowns and dwelling in fantastic, Gothic manors, Hel looks like a sweet Princess ,but she's still blood of the dragon and a seer. I mean she doesn't need Gothic aesthetics and stuff to be "magical", since she herself is magic!

Hello! I'm glad to see your questions and glad that you are interested in my opinion 😊

The asoiaf fandom has always been toxic, no matter if you discuss books or series, there have always been wars in the fandom. Treat it like a game and don't spend a lot of energy on it.

Yes, there is a war of ships going on now. It's true, alysmond stans is the anti-Helaena and the anti-Helaemond. I don't understand why TG thinks Alys is part of the green party. Alys is not green. She has her own personal interests and goals.

Dance of the dragons is a Targaryen story, Alys is not a Targaryen, she is just a tertiary character (like Mysaria), she will not have more time.

I really want to see more of Helaena as a character, more of her magical abilities, more of her personality, more of her connection to the people of King's Landing, her family, her children, and her dragon. Rhaenyra did more action (in the book she sat on Dragonstone for the entire war), so I'm sure Helaena will have a lot of screen time.

Helaena doesn't have to be a stereotypical and banal goth girl. Comparing her to Alys is a waste of time. Helaena is beautiful, she looks like an elf and a fallen angel to girls from sagas.

Helaegon stans opposes Aemond, and they don't like all the allusions to Helaemond. I'm not anti-Aegon, but I'm anti-helaegon because there was no love between Aegon and Helaena in the show or even in the book. It was a forced marriage. Aegon had a mistress and other children. helaegon is lmao. helaegon is an abusive relationship. Abusive to Helaena. This is the reality and the truth.

“Princess Helaena was breaking her fast with her children when the Kingsguard came to her…but when asked the whereabouts of Prince Aegon, her brother and husband, she said only, “He [Aegon] is not in my bed, you may be sure. Feel free to search beneath the blankets””

“Though the good septon admits Prince Aegon was with a paramour when he was found, he insists the girl was the daughter of a wealthy trader, and well cared for besides”

“We have nothing in common”, “You [Aemond] marry her [Helaena], then”

“She's an idiot”

“I regret the disappointment you [Baela] are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to kniw what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask”

“It isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you…except sometimes when he’s drunk”.

“Think of the shame on your wife, on me” [Aegon r*p*d the Dyana who helped Helaena with her babys]

“I will find a ship and sail away, never to be found” [Aegon wanted to run away, abandon Helaena and her children]

I think Aegon always wanted to be on Rhaenyra's side. Perhaps he thought that Viserys would start to notice him and love him if he was closer to his older sister than to his other siblings. Even as a child, he was more interested in spending time with his nephews, and he did not take Alicent's words seriously until Aemond's eye was gouged out (Aemond could have died after such a wound)

“If Rhaenyra come into power you very life could be forfeit. Aemond is as well. She could move to cut off any challenge to her succession”

“Then I won’t challenge”

Aegon has a bad relationship with his mother and siblings ("She's an idiot" "He's a twat"). I think Aegon was more interested in love from Viserys and Rhaenyra than from his real family.

“My sister is the heir, not me,” he says in Eustace’s account. “What sort of brother steals his sister’s birthright?”

“He [Viserys]didn't like me”

Perhaps Aegon liked the idea of marrying Rhaenyra?

Sorry, I got a little off topic.

I agree with you, it would be great if Helaena's children were with the man she loves (Aemond). It is very sad and terrible that Helaena had to endure drunken se**ally har***ment from Aegon 🫣 😱 Poor girl 🥺 😭 I hate Aegon for this! Alicent, why did you let this happen? Helaena could have Aemond! Helaena was scared when Otto and Alicent asked her where Aegon was. She lowered her head - this is a gesture of protection. I don’t understand people who “like” Helaena and support the helaegon ship. They support abusive relationships and domestic vio**nce. It is a fact. This is anti-Helaena relationships.

#We need more Helaena in season 2!