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seenoversundown · 10 months ago

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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Five

Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC)

Warnings: Misgendering, Shitty partner, Josh being disgustingly sweet.

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance.

Author's Note: I am so sorry this chapter took a while to get out, I fought with myself a lot about it because it’s filler, hence the small word count, but it’s filler of Josh being a little lovestruck sweetie pie. So, I hope you enjoy it. Next week’s chapter is much meatier. Thank you all for being patient with me.

Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day - Lovely Day, Bill Withers

I get up from the table Quinn and I shared mere moments ago and make my way to the parking lot. I should have gotten their number before they left. I don’t know how I’ll be able to focus on anything else when I know they may be fighting with their partner, and I can’t check on them. I sigh and hop into my truck. I attempt to push those thoughts out of my head, because I know it’s out of my hands. Even if Quinn did have my number, who’s to say I would be the one they would come to with their troubles? They love Willa so much that they’d obviously go to her first. Regardless, I don’t have time to dissect any of this. I have to head to the farmer’s market. Jake hasn’t directly asked me to pick anything up for the bar, but I made a list of a few items before I left this morning. I want to take some of the stress off him. He cares so much for everyone around him but will hardly accept it when anyone else sits and fusses over him.

I slowly turn onto the gravel drive leading up to the parking lot of the farmer’s market, slamming my truck in park and running through my mental list of items I’ll need to hunt for. Lemons, Eggs, Fresh Bread, maybe something crafty. My eyes pan over to the flower booth, and I see none other than Miss Willa in the flesh, off paper. I take in her slightly windswept brown bob and perfectly cool outfit that she had undoubtedly spent a while agonizing over this morning. Good God, Quinn really did capture her perfectly in their sketchbook. Without a second thought, I beeline directly for her. Maybe I can make an excellent first impression with her. Why do I care what Willa thinks? It’s not like Quinn will like me more if I’m nice to their friend who doesn’t know me. “Hello, Dear,” I clear my throat and step up to speak to her. She gives me a once over before quirking one eyebrow in an annoyed gesture for me to continue. “I just wanted to stop and tell you that you’re absolutely breathtaking.” She rolls her eyes, but a small smile overtakes her lips. “Thank you. I’m glad to see there’s at least one decent person that comes to the farmer’s market.”

What could she possibly mean by that? Everyone here is lovely. “Anyway, I gotta scoot. Photos aren’t gonna take themselves,” she points to the camera she has on a strap around her neck. Oh, Sam would love her. “Goodbye, miss. Perhaps we’ll meet again at a different time.”

I turn on my heel and head immediately for Linda’s booth. When I get there, Linda’s back is turned to me as she rifles through the totes sitting on the table behind her. I pause to admire the little trinkets she has sitting for sale.

“Linda, Darling,” I start, chuckling a little bit as she jumps before turning around, “You are underselling yourself. You could charge at least $2 more for these!” “Joshua,” She places a hand to her heart, feigning shock, “you nearly gave an old woman a heart attack. Are you proud of yourself?” “Very!” I place the hand-sewn pot holder back on the table in front of me. “Haven’t seen you at the tavern lately. Is there something I should know?” “Oh, yes, dear. I’ve begun seeing a man, and he is taking up all my time.” I stare blankly at her, knowing she’s lying. We would have been the first to know if she were seeing a new man. She would have brought him in to see if we could scare him off. “Lin,” I start, “Please be serious. I know you better than that.” She lets out a small chuckle before shrugging her shoulders. “Look, I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve had a stroke of inspiration and been busy making new things for the booth.” I look down at the table and spot a few new items I’ve never seen before. “Well, they’re stunning, dear. But Sam misses you. I miss you. You gotta come back to the bar soon.” She nodded and shooed me away, clearly over my antics. “What if I wanted to buy something?” I pout at her. “You know your money’s no good here,” she rolls her eyes at me. I huff, picking up a set of pot holders. “Can I at least buy you a drink the next time you're in Caravel?” “Fine. Now scoot, you're scaring away potential customers.” I chuckle and begin to walk away when I hear her call back out, “Oh, and Josh… You seem happier. Don’t let me forget to grill you about that later.” “Yes, ma’am.”

I begin to weave through the farmer’s market, stopping at a few different stalls to pick up the items from my list. I get distracted by one stall specifically that sells art supplies. I’ve always known this stall was here but never thought to check it out—it seems a bit silly since I work at Hobby Lobby. I stopped today because my eyes were drawn to a small display of leather roll-up pencil cases. They were hand-stamped in varying designs. I picked up the first one that caught my eye, a deep brown sheepskin with a gold foil geometric pattern embossed on the front.

Quinn.

“Excuse me,” I interrupt the employee, noting the embossing station set up in the back corner of the booth, “do you do personalizations?” “Yes, we do, sir.” She responds with a smile. “Perfect! Can I get a name added to the bottom corner here?” I point out the free space along the right edge. “Of course! Do you want it gilded as well?” I nod, write down the details, and hand my debit card to the employee without even checking the price. “This shouldn't take very long at all, and I'm sure,” she holds the piece of paper out in front of her, reading the name, “Quinn will love this.”

I smile and let my fingers flit over the rest of their items, biding time while Quinn’s gift is prepared. Oh, I hope they love it. I hope they don't think I'm insane for this. After a few moments, the employee hands the pencil case back to me.

“You don't have to pick any up today, but this will eventually require a leather conditioner to keep the leather soft and bendable.” “I’ll make sure to pick some up. Thank you!” I throw the case into my canvas tote, along with the other goodies I picked up, and head back to my truck, unable to keep the smile off my face the entire way home.

I pull into the parking lot of the bar and grab the tote bag from my front seat, slinging it over my arm as I hop out of the driver’s side. I let out a small giggle to myself, thinking about how shocked Jake is going to be when I come in with items for the bar. I slowly begin making my way to the front door, praying that no one is inside so I can halfway dish with Jake. I didn’t see any cars in the parking lot, but as we all know, that doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot if it’s a bar you’re walking into.

I kick the door to the tavern open, shoving my way inside and immediately locking eyes on Jake. “Honey, I’m home!” I see Jake just shake his head and continue on with wiping down the bar top. I roll my eyes at him. He always seems to be moving, always cleaning, always taking care of something. He never leaves time for small enjoyments, or breaks, or even (my favorite activity) people watching. I worry about how he may get burnt out, he loves this bar and I don’t want anything to stand in the way of that. “Well, look what the cat dragged in,” He breaks my chain of thought with a light chuckle. “Sorry, kiddo,” he scoffs at my nickname for him, “I had shit to do today.” I shake my bag from the farmer’s market for emphasis, before sitting on one of the stools in front of him and sliding it over to him. I busy myself on my phone while he looks through the items I bought for him. I wonder if I could find Quinn on Instagram. No, that’s insane. They didn’t give you their socials, don’t go hunting for them. I scrub one hand down my face, letting out a sigh. The thoughts are loud today. “Hey, Bub?” Jake asks, holding in a laugh. “Mm?” “I don’t think this is for me,” he fully laughs at that. I look up from my phone, eyes widening as I see that he’s holding my gift for Quinn in his hand. “Quite right, Kiddo. Hand it over, please.” “Who’s this for?” He turns it over in his hand, clocking the name I had embossed on the front of it. “A friend,” I offer no further information. “Cute, I wasn’t aware you had those. Especially one named Quinn,” He winks, “Or is this the person you told me about the other day?” I look around the bar, seeing one person sitting off in the corner wearing a Boston Red Sox hat, and I lower my voice. “Yeah. I, uh, actually had coffee with them this morning before I hit the farmer’s market.” “Why are you whispering?” “You never know who’s listening,” I shrug. Jake rolls his eyes in response, but gestures for me to continue. “I went down to Higher Grounds, you know, to work on my writing, and they were just…There. It felt like some kind of divine intervention or something.” “You are far too romantic for your own good,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m not romantic, it’s just– what are the odds?” “The odds of two queer people running into each other at a weed cafe? Pretty high, I’d guess.”

I reach over the bar, attempting to wrap my arm around his neck to get him in a headlock, but he dodges it. “Gotta try harder than that, bub,” he adds, putting further distance between us. I roll my eyes, but settle back into my seat before continuing. “We just sat together, and they told me about their job and we shared our art. Quinn is such a beautiful artist, “ I sigh, recognizing how pathetic I probably sound, “and so, I saw the pencil case and I picked it up.” “And asked them to customize it,” Jake raised an eyebrow. “Sue me, their partner sucks. I wanted to do something nice.”“Mhmmmm”

Before I can add anything else, the person in the corner of the bar slams their hands down on the table, drawing mine and Jake’s attention. I watch as he slowly removes his ball cap, revealing his face. “Josh,” he smirks, “If you’re worried about people overhearing you, maybe you should learn how to actually whisper.” Fucking Craig. Really? Is he stalking me? “Oh, how nice to see you again, Greg,” I let out a mirthless chuckle, “How are you enjoying your time in Caravel Tavern?” “The company leaves much to be desired, curious if the owner knows what kind of people his workers let run around in here.” Jake clears his throat next to us and my face breaks out into a wicked smile. God, I can’t wait to hear how this goes. He cuts a mischievous glance in my direction before sticking his hand out to introduce himself to Craig. “Jake Kiszka,” he grabs Craig’s hand, shaking it with a bit more force than necessary, “owner.” Craig’s eyes go wide as he pulls his hand from Jake’s grasp, flexing his fingers. “Woah,” he says, stunned, “You guys look alike.” Jake and I make eye contact, a silent conversation passing between us. Is this dude for real? Shockingly yes, he is an absolute buffoon. Jake rolls his eyes and we both burst out in laughter. This has to be the first time in our entire lives that someone did not immediately clock us as twins. “You think we look alike? Really?” I say, fake excitement riddling my voice, “Can you believe it, Jake?” “I know, I don’t really see it, myself.” Craig’s eyes dart between us, a look of confusion muddling his features. I almost see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure it out. “Don’t hurt yourself there, big guy,” Jake snorts, “we’re twins.” “Oh, so there’s two of you.” “Indeed,” I flash him a grin. “Do I have to worry about you coming after my girlfriend too, buying her presents?”

I watch as Jake finally puts two and two together, after I neglected to fully introduce him to Craig moments ago. He sends me a look that I interpret to mean is this the guy? I nod at him, and a hint of anger flashes across his face.

“Oh, I know who you are,” he starts, then cuts himself off. I see Jake calculate his next steps. His mind warring between tearing into Craig on my, and Quinn’s, behalf and maintaining the air of a dutiful bar owner. Bar owner won. “I’m going to cut you off, bud. Pay your tab and get out.” Craig huffs, but slams a $20 bill on the counter. “Keep the change, Jake. Surely you need it.” “Planned on it regardless, call it the Asshole Tax,” he turns away from Craig, moving to the cash register. He turns back to Craig and hands him the, unnecessary, receipt. “Oh, and tell Quinn that Josh says ‘Hello.’” Anger overtakes Craig’s features and I watch with mild interest as he curls and uncurls his fist a few times, before ultimately deciding better of trying anything with Jake. He turns without a word and rushes out the front door of the bar. Finally, when the bell above the door stops tinkling, I look toward Jake. My younger brother, always ready to protect me from the world. It seems silly, but I feel a tear well in my eye, thinking about how many times he has gone to bat for me. Thinking about how many times he has put his neck out just to ensure that I don’t have to. As if understanding where my thoughts had drifted to, he walks out from behind the bar, claps a hand on my shoulder and pulls me in for a quick hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “It’s nothing.” “I tried to do something nice for you today, and you still ended up saving my ass.” Jake chuckles and pulls away, looking toward the discarded bag on the bar. “Well, you saved me from having to run out and get eggs before our evening rush. So, thank you.”

He pats my shoulder again, before turning and walking back to his office and I take it as my cue to leave. I pick up Quinn’s present, absentmindedly rubbing the leather between my fingers as I head up to the apartment above the bar.

We’ll see where this goes…

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nkirukaj · 5 months ago

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Deerly Beloved (18)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: Fluff/Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.5K

18. The Family I Made

Rarely did the Radio Demon feel at ease enough to relax, but tonight was one of those nights. No souls were questioning him, all his souls were in line, and his wife was happy. Everything was in its right place. He spent this night with Willie, knocking back shots of rye like there was no tomorrow. Alastor hadn’t been this drunk since he was alive. Willie insisted on taking him back to the hotel, but he argued that he was fine while leaning on her completely. Alastor blinked, and he was in WIllie’s car as she operated the pedals barefoot.

“Where are your shoes, my dear?” He grins at the bunny

She glances at him “Oh those things? You threw up on them so I took them off,”

He blinks at her. “Oh darling,” he reaches down, pulls up his leg, and puts it on the dashboard “Take my shoes then,”

Willie tries to keep from laughing “That’s okay, I don’t need your shoes,”

“I insist,” Alastor moves his foot, accidentally kicking her in the breast “Oops,” he giggles

Willie grabs her boob in pain “Alastor,” she says catching her breath “Put your leg down,”

“Did your parents name you Willie? Or is your name Willis? William, Willa Willa Will-“

“Willamena actually,”

Alastor’s leg went behind the steering wheel as she turned it.

“Watch where you’re going, lady!!”

“Ugh, I-“ she glances at Alastor, “I didn’t even know you were this flexible,”

He chuckles. “There are many things you don’t know about me. “ He walks his fingers up her arm. “How about I tell you those things?”

“Maybe later,” she moves his leg “Could you please put your leg down?”

“You cannot walk home barefoot,”

“I’m not walking; I’m in my car,”

Alastor hums “I suppose we’re GLIDING!!”

Willie scrunches up her face “Please don’t yell,”

“Am I yelling? I COULDN’T TELL!” Alastor leans his head out of the window and sings operatically

“SHUT UP!” called a demon from outside

“GO FUCK YOURSELF!” Alastor sings back, “Where are my children??”

Willie shakes her head, hitting the gas harder to get him home faster

“I think now is a good time for a can-can!”

“Actually it’s not,”

“Oh I think it is!” he grins and pulls on her ear

“Here we are,” Willie exhales deeply, pulling up in front of the hotel. “It’s time to go!”

Alastor is having trouble with his seatbelt “What are these blasted things for??”

Willie gets out and walks over to his side of the car, helping him out and lifting him out of the car. They trudge up the hill to the hotel, and Willie knocks on the door. When the door opens, it’s his wife, relieved to see him all right, even if he is completely out of it, she sighs.

“Thank you,” she says to Willie “Come in, actually,”

Willie leads him inside the hotel, where he launches himself at Voe “My dear,” he says into her neck, “You smell like…” and bites her cheek. Voe blushes and stares at Willie. “Can I talk to you actually?” she asks the other woman

“Uh, okay.” Willie turns to her

Voe looks down at her paws “Where are your shoes?”

Willie gestures to Alastor “He threw up, it’s a long story,”

Voe strokes his hair as he chomps on her cheek “I’m sorry about how I acted when we first met. It was completely out of line. I get that you two are just friends and thank you for bringing him home,”

“No problem,” she nods “I may have overstepped my boundaries. I get it, I was a wife and a mother once too. But you don’t have to worry about that anymore, especially after tonight. He’s actually quite annoying,”

The women laugh as Alastor spots Husker at the bar. “Husker! My good friend! What are you doing here so late?” he strolls to the bar “Pour me a drink!”

Voe turns and waves to Willie, “Have a good night,” as the bunny leaves the building, “Alastor, you’ve had enough for tonight,” she walks over to the bar, telling the cat “He’s had enough, do not give him any more,”

Husker looks between the two of them “I don’t know who to listen to sometimes,” he places the shot on the counter

Voe looks at her husband, “You’ve had enough,” and blocks him from taking the shot

Alastor reaches over her arm and chugs the shot, slamming the glass back down on the counter. “Another!”

Voe turns to Husk “No!”

“Sorry, but…” he slides the refilled glass back to Alastor, who downs it.

Voe rubs her forehead and puts her hands on her hips, just waiting for him to be finished “Ya done?”

He throws himself onto Voe and stands, whirling her around and holding her to his chest. “You smell…wonderful,” he tells her as he sways to the music inside his head. Voe has a hard time keeping up and almost trips over his feet several times. Alastor cups her chin and stares deep into her eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks

“How you….your…skin,” he rubs her arms “Needs lotion,”

Voe pulls back and feels her arms “Okay that’s enough for you,”

“Where are my children?!”

“Why are you screaming?”

“Children?! CHILDREN!”

“Alastor, why are you screaming?”

Alastor pushes past Voe and ascends the staircase to the room where his kids lay. They are awake, sitting, and wondering what the yelling is about.

“Dada,” Aly called out, reaching for him

“Daddy,” Vernie says

Alastor looks down at them softly and surprisingly picks up Vernie. “Hello, my son,”

“Dada!” Aly calls

He places his forehead up against Vernie’s “Look at you, look at you. You’re my son. Not Lucifer’s. Mine. Vernon, my son, my legacy,” Vernie reaches up and grabs Alastor’s nose as Voe gets up the stairs and into the room. “You know, my father would get drunk and beat my mother and me, and here I am, drunk and hugging you. Maybe I was a bit cold towards you. You are just a baby. Blaming you for your mother’s death may have been a bit unfair of me, hmm?” He kisses the boy’s forehead, everything that he had thought about being the father of a boy had been wrong. He looked at the boy and saw just an innocent soul that trusted him, looking for affection even after all his attempts to distance himself from the boy. Why had he decided to be cruel to him again? At that moment, he honestly couldn’t remember. Perhaps it had been subconsciously proving that he was different than his own father. So much for that, he had grown to fit the cruelty that he was born into. He told himself, ‘Only those that deserve it,’ never the innocent. Those had been his morals, that had been the difference. When had this child done anything other than remind him too much of himself? Maybe he wasn’t something so awful to be reminded of. “I guess I can be better than my father, hmm?”

“Dada!” Aly is on the verge of tears

He turns to the little girl, tossing Vernie in the air, leaving him for Voe to catch.

Voe stands to the side of the room, trying not to cry, perhaps lowered inhibitions were exactly what Alastor needed every once in a while. She wipes her eyes and bounces Vernie on her hip.

“Hopefully, he remembers this by tomorrow,” she tells her son.

The kids are put to bed, and Alastor is still inebriated, though a little less so. He finds himself sitting in the parlor, rubbing his forehead, which has begun to throb. A hand with a glass of water comes out. He takes the glass and sips from it. He doesn’t look up until that figure takes a seat near him on the couch. It’s May.

“Miss Vera thought that I could help you out somehow,” she chuckles “Don’t know what I could do for a grown man,”

He almost spits out his water when he sees her, overcome with embarrassment even though she hadn’t seen any of the things he’d done that night. But being drunk in front of his mother was not something he ever wanted, especially not right now. He felt sentimental, like confessing everything. He leans over onto her and she flinches slightly

“I missed you,” he couldn’t stop himself from saying

May look taken aback “Missed me? What on God’s green Earth are you talking about?”

“Not a day goes by without me thinking of how I disappointed you Maman,”

She scrunches her eyebrows, she knew this man was drunk, but to mistake her for his mother? She didn’t think a person could ever be so intoxicated that they can’t say who is or isn’t their family. At least he wasn’t mistaking her for his wife. “I think you’ve got me confused with someone else, sir,”

She thought he was talking about someone else; it’s sad to be reminded yet again of how she doesn’t remember him, he sits up and looks at her. “Of course, where are my manners?”

They sit awkwardly for a moment, Alastor trying not to look at his mother and May playing with her fingers. “You can lean on me if you need to,” she offers, and Alastor turns to stare at her. She isn’t looking at him, but her tone is sincere, and he takes her up on that offer.

Sitting and leaning on his mother’s shoulder reminded him of when he would do the same as a child, the safe moments he had when his father either wasn’t around or decided to treat them nicely. But now there was no father to hurt them, the only danger there was him, and lately, he felt neutralized.

“I know it was a different time back then, but why were you always so cruel to my son?” May asks

“I don’t know,”

She scrunches her brows together “You don’t know?”

Alastor sighs deeply “My cruelty is very difficult to place. I don’t know where it comes from. I’m sorry to disappoint you,”

“I don’t know what to say. In Heaven, we’re taught to forgive. One day, he just disappeared, and I never saw him again, and I never knew what to do. He was a grown man, but he was and always will be my baby. Wherever he is,” she looks off into the distance

“No matter what he’s done?”

She looks down at the buck “What does that mean?”

“Imagine if he were in Hell, would you still love him? Would he still be your baby?”

“I’m sorry, what are you saying?”

Alastor looks up at her “I’m just…widening the possible scenarios,”

“Well, I would be very disappointed, but I would still love him. And he’s not by the way,” she side-eyes him

Alastor shoots up “How do you know that?!”

“Because I know my son!”

“So how come you’ve never found him? How long have you been in Heaven? And you never considered that he just might not be there?”

She stands. “Why are you so fixated on my son being in Hell? I would never want him in a place like this. I don’t even want your wife in a place like this!” She sighs and rubs her forehead. “I’m sorry. Miss Vera seems very happy down here with you.”

“No, I apologize. I guess that I’m jealous that your son has a mother like you. If I had a mother like that, I would be much better,”

Alastor thought about the woman standing in front of him. He thought of how hard she had to work to raise him in the world they had grown up in, how she struggled to have a masculine figure in his life to teach him how to be a man. Not just a man but a good man, and he had learned all the wrong lessons. “I think I should-“ he wobbles, standing up

“No, no, stay,” she sits back down and pulls on his arm, laying his head back onto her shoulder

“Thank you,”

“Mhmm,” she answers, “I suppose you’re right, perhaps he could be in Hell,”

He looks up with his piercing red eyes “And?”

“I would love him regardless,”

“No matter what he did?”

“I could never unlove my son,”

Alastor’s eyes seemed to produce something he hadn’t felt in a while: tears. They fell gradually down his cheeks and burned his eyes as they became more frequent “You truly are an angel,”

Voe knocked on the door of Lucifer’s office, being met with silence. She pushes the door open and finds Lucifer sitting in there, pretending to work on something.

“Lucifer?” He doesn’t answer her, only continuing to tinker. “Still upset with me huh?”

He lets out a ‘hmph’, and fiddles with the tools on his desk

“Come on, talk to me.” she begged “Please?”

“Are you still trying to kill Sera?”

Voe rolls her eyes “I’m not trying to kill her,”

“Then what are you trying to do?”

“Just fight her,”

“That’s reckless,”

“It’s for a good cause,”

“Yeah, to you.” he spins around “The Seraphims will have you killed, and you will never get to see your kids again. You’ve worked so hard, why would you want to mess that up?”

Voe fiddles with her fingers “It just feels wrong,”

“What does?”

“That Sera gets to erase my memories and fuck up my life with no repercussions,”

“I don’t think that was her intention. The reason they erase memories is not to fuck up your life,”

“Oh please, intentions don’t matter, if they did, half of us wouldn’t be in Hell!”

Lucifer sighs “Do not touch the Seraphims,”

“It’s not fair, two years just stolen from me, just like that and I’m just supposed to take it?”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. But this plan is not it. Focus on where you are now,”

She sits near him “And what if they come back for me?”

“Then… cherish the time you have left,”

She stands, full of righteous anger “I’m not going back there unless my family comes with me,”

“They can’t. Your kids are Hellborn, and….” he looks around the room “Alastor is not going to Heaven,”

“Then neither am I,”

“It doesn’t work that way,”

“It’s gonna work that way. I’m staying with my family!” He stands to meet her eye “What about your mom? She’s not your family?”

Voe pauses for a moment to think, “My mother will understand,”

“Your mother won’t remember you. Before you went to Heaven, she didn’t know who you were,”

“You really expect me to make this impossible choice?”

“These are the choices,”

“Well, I choose my kids, and the family I made,”

Lucifer blinks and smiles. “Okay,”

They sit back down and stare at each other in silence “You know you’re part of that,”

“Oh stop,” he waves her off

“No,”

“You don’t have to say that just because we had a thing before,”

She scrunches up her face. “That’s not why I’m saying it. All of you are my family, too. I love all of you,”

He smirks “Maybe you do belong up there,”

She smirks back “I think I’m where I belong right now,”

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dancingsunflowers-ocs · 3 months ago

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Niche Questions + Mabel Darling, please?

— @arrows-unofficial-ocs

Thank you so much @arrows-unofficial-ocs!!! 💕 Tagging @rose-of-oz @ginger-grimm @ginevrastilinski-ocs and @manyfandomocs!!! 💕

a song that reminds me of them: Neverland by Zendaya.

what they smell like: Lavender, Freshly Washed Laundry, Cookies.

an otp: Mabel Darling x Jane Godmother.

a notp: Mabel Darling x Harry Hook.

favorite platonic/familial relationships: Mabel & her family (especially her aunt Wendy!).

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with:

the position they sleep in: The Fetal position.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in: I’d love to see her with your darling siblings, and also @ginger-grimm’s Willa Darling and @rose-of-oz’s Wesley Darling.

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn:

#oc: mabel darling #fd: descendants

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siravalondulac · 4 days ago

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030. cerelle viii

house of lies, city of blood

asoiaf ff | fem!oc centric

summary: still reeling from her outburst, cerelle tries to grapple with the opinions both the court and servants have about her word count: 4359 warnings: racism, microaggressions

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It had been two days, and she still was not able to look into her mother’s eyes.

The Red Keep was an intricate castle, luckily, with nooks and crannies and hidden passageways to disappear into. Hopefully Ser Balon would not get into trouble.

Her current residence was a small roof above the laundry facility, looking out towards the open water, with the cool autumn air wafting across her body and the sun shining onto her face. It ought to have been calm, had it not been for the washerwomen chatting happily below her.

Usually, disturbances in her silence bothered her - yet not if the chattering was about her.

“I heard it through the door,” one of the women said excitedly. “I didn’t know the princess had it in her.”

“I would snap as well if Cersei Lannister was my mother.”

These women could be glad her grandfather wasn’t there, or he would have had them all thrown in the dungeon. Or cut out their tongues.

“Do you know what she screamed about?”

“Ugh, I wish. But she did come running out of the room almost directly after.”

“That reminds me of the story that guard told me yesterday, that the princess screamed so loudly during the night he was able to hear it four doors down.”

“Did he tell you that while he was inside you or afterwards?”

Laughter echoed, then the sound of something falling over.

“Quick, clean that up before Willa comes back.”

Shuffling and silence.

Cerelle shifted in her seat, stretching out her aching legs and tightening the red ribbon keeping her wind-swept hair under control.

“Do you believe what they say? That the princess safely hid with those Dornish for all these years?”

“She does not seem to hate Prince Oberyn and even made that wild bastard daughter of his her lady in waiting.”

“Such a thing should not be anywhere near our royalty. She belongs in those stinking deserts of theirs, and I hope the lot of them returns there sooner than later.”

“What does the princess see in them, I just don’t understand. Those people are unnatural.”

“Well, perhaps Prince Oberyn’s beauty convinced her.”

Squeals.

“I would forsake my gods for him, too.”

They fawned over his face and despised the heritage that gave it to him.

Maybe she should go. Leave them to their prejudices and never return to this spot.

“Have you seen the way Ser Balon looks at her? Maybe she is more like her mother than we thought.”

“That is not fair! Why do the good-looking guards never notice us?”

“Maybe because you are not the perfect Princess Cerelle.”

Ser Balon? What were they referring to? He looked at her because he was her sworn shield and needed to make sure she was safe. She looked at him as well, mainly because she still felt uncomfortable with someone trailing her every step and feared he might suddenly draw his sword to kill her.

“I like her. She is always nice to the servants and treats us as if we are her equal. Just last week I accidentally dropped a few plates of food and she helped me clean it up. Despite her family’s blustering.”

“Don’t be too hard on the girl. I can’t imagine what I would be like after a life like hers.”

Careful not to make a sound, she rose from her spot and made her way towards the window. After a quick climb she landed on the floor of an abandoned hallway and started walking. What her path led to she didn't know, but she supposed she would end up in the vicinity of her rooms sometime.

Which didn't happen. Instead, after turning a corner, she bumped into none other than-

“Mother.”

“Cerelle!” Arms enveloped her into a tight hug, and she only narrowly suppressed a scream. “I understand now, darling. You never have to hide from me again.”

“You- What?” She was so perplexed she forgot to hug her mother back.

“Of course.” Her mother drew back and interlocked their hands. “I will help you through it all, you mustn't worry any longer.”

What was she talking about? She could not have found out what happened, what had led her to act out, what haunted her at night. Not unless someone told her, but then… Who knew, besides herself?

“Where is Ser Balon?”

Shit. If her mother found out she had hidden from him- He was likely roaming around the Keep, desperately trying to find her.

Cerelle looked around as if she did not already have the answer. “I, uh- I dismissed him. I wanted to be alone and he was gracious enough to-”

“That is simply unacceptable. Abandoning a member of the royal family!”

“Please don't punish him.” She held her mother's hand tightly to stop her from leaving. “He protested but knows to obey my commands. It's his duty as my sworn guard.”

Her mother took a deep breath. “I will not punish him. But-” She laid a hand underneath Cerelle's chin to force her to meet her eyes- “He will never be permitted to do so again. The Red Keep is a dangerous place and I could not bear something happening to you.”

“I understand.”

“And what have you done with your hair?” Her mother desperately tried to comb through the wind-swept strands. “I have invited some ladies of the Keep into the Ballroom, what will they think of you?”

“I- I took a walk outside.”

Her mother pursed her lips. “We do not have time to mend your appearance anymore. Hurry, or we will be late.”

She was then dragged down corridors and hallways, past a courtyard and the sept, through crowds of gawking lords and fawning ladies. A man with golden-white hair, one with blonde hair dressed in black and red, another with brown hair stared at her as if he meant to eat her.

And somewhere along them, they ran into Ser Balon.

He bowed almost hastily, likely to hide the equal amounts of fear and relief in his eyes. “My Queen-”

“My daughter has already told me everything,” her mother said. “It does not matter you are sworn to her, if she commands you to abandon your post you are forbidden from listening. You have been a Kingsguard for moons now, you are supposed to know this.”

Ser Balon, ever so slightly, looked towards Cerelle, and lightly furrowed his brows in confusion. She nodded equally as unnoticeably.

“I understand, your grace,” he addressed her mother again. “It will never happen again.”

He fell into step behind them, then, as her mother's arms tightened around her to continue dragging her towards the Queen's Ballroom, where a slew of ladies already waited.

She was seated on one of the couches, one hand interlaced with her mother's and the other around a goblet of some wine she had been handed.

The ladies talked. Cerelle tried to listen. Sometimes, she said something.

Her sister was there. Myrcella had been cordial with her since her return, yet appeared far more interested in her own ladies. Cerelle didn't blame her. She would not be interested in herself either.

The conversations ranged from mundane topics such as the sudden change in temperature, invitations to lunch, a new board game imported from Volantis, all the way to serious talks about the war, the expected food crises, the coming winter said to be the worst Westeros has ever experienced. Someone mentioned House Frey, and she didn’t know what happened, but suddenly everyone stared at her.

Cerelle’s gaze flickered to her mother, but even her eyes laid on her expectantly.

She could not have missed something, could she? Even if she had barely said anything since entering the room - even if she had barely done so any time she had been dragged to the Queen’s Ballroom - she had always paid attention. Why were they waiting on her, what could they want?

“I apologise,” she said with a shaky voice. “My mind was elsewhere. Would you be so kind as to repeat that?”

Someone giggled, others looked disappointed, two ladies rolled their eyes.

“I merely wondered where your fourth lady in waiting is, Princess Cerelle,” Myrielle Lannister answered. “For someone with such an important position, I am surprised I have rarely seen her at court.”

What exactly it was that Myrielle disliked about Elia, Cerelle had never been quite certain of. They both held the same obligations towards her - ones she never made use of - were both raised to their standings at the same time, and yet barely interacted with one another. Constance and Lelia, her other two ladies in waiting, had never shown this kind of hostility.

(That Sansa was not here either seemed to leave her cousin completely cold.)

“Elia is out riding on the other side of Blackwater Rush, my lady.” Her fingers tapped against the goblet in her hands, still filled to the brim. “Her stallion is a wild thing, if he is cooped up in a stable for more than two days he always goes mad.” She tried to smile, yet few reciprocated.

“You own a horse as well, I have heard?” Falyse Stokeworth asked, sipping at her wine.

“Yes, her name is Starlight. I found her on my journeys through the Riverlands, and have to thank her for saving me on more than one occasion. Perhaps I should do as my sister and take her-”

“What my daughter wants to say-” Her mother’s hand tightened around hers- “is that our Dornish allies and the stable hands are taking good care of the animal. Cerelle knows, of course, that she has no need to rely on horses to carry her around anymore, as she has taken up her place amongst us again.” She smiled brightly, and Cerelle only nodded.

Then the conversation continued, and she faded into the background once more.

Servants brought in plates of food, and someone offered her one, but she quickly declined, claiming she had already eaten.

The ladies talked, and she tried to pay attention, to participate, she truly did. Her grandfather’s threat still clung to her very being - her oath to behave, to be the perfect princess they all wanted, but she did not know how.

Back in the Riverlands, she had frequently held conversations about topics that held little weight to her, things she could not even remotely connect to anything that interested her, and yet she still participated in them. She had laughed with the people, had shared in their sorrows, had talked with them for hours upon hours, with no end in sight. And now she couldn’t do any of that anymore.

What was wrong with her?

“We can only hope this peace brings with it the punishment of all traitors still terrorizing the realm,” Taena Merryweather said. “Men such as the Hound cannot be allowed to continue living among us.”

“That this beast is still alive makes me uneasy.” Alynne Connington, one of Myrcella’s ladies, tightened the shawl lying around her shoulders. “He could be anywhere right now. Who's to say he is not hiding in this city?”

Cerelle knew where the Hound was - or, at least, where she had last seen him - and that place was far, far away from these ladies. She could have assured their minds, but that would have revealed secrets she preferred to stay hidden.

No one would find out what she had done. No one would discover her past. No one would return her to that time.

“He should have never become a Kingsguard. He was disloyal, a traitor from the start, and certainly not worthy of the white cloak.”

“So few men are.”

“Loras Tyrell certainly is. He will become a knight greater than even Arthur Dayne, mark my words.”

“You must not ignore Balon Swann. His loyalties are clear, and his prowess with the bow has seldom been seen in the realm.”

“I agree. Too bad he is Dornish, though.”

“What do you mean?” Cerelle asked. Then every single pair of eyes was laid onto her, and she wanted to disappear into her mother's arms.

“Well, you need only look at him, princess. It is clear for all to see.”

Slightly, careful not to rouse suspicion in her sworn shield, she turned her head to look at him.

The white of his armour glowed in the afternoon sun falling through the floor-length windows, making him appear less like a simple man standing beside the wall and more like a spirit, sent by the gods to watch over her. He wore his helmet, the swan wings laying against the metal, poised to strike at any moment. His face remained hidden because of it, but she knew what laid beyond it - and what these ladies were referring to.

She had never truly questioned his looks. Perhaps they simply looked too familiar to what she had grown up with, perhaps she had never dared look at his face long enough for these thoughts to fester.

Yes, Ser Balon was Dornish, a part of him at least, but…

“But what is so bad about it?” she asked.

Someone pursed their lips, another rolled their eyes again.

“I suppose you would have a different perspective on it, princess, considering your… history.”

Her mother squeezed her hand, and Cerelle kept her mouth shut.

“Let us talk about more enjoyable things.” Lelia turned to smile at her. “I heard there will be a tourney held on your name day.”

“Truly?” one of Myrcella’s companions exclaimed in glee. “How wonderful.”

“Is it true your betrothal will be announced on the same day?” Myrielle asked.

Cerelle quickly nodded. “That it will be.”

“And who is the lucky groom?”

“It has not been decided yet,” she answered. “As I am set to inherit Storm’s End, my grandfather has laid the selection of a fitting consort into my hands - as proof that I am fit to rule. My decision will be announced at the feast held on my name day.”

“So it certainly will be a Stormlander, best a second son with no inheritance of his own.” Myrielle straightened her skirts. “Anything else would be folly.”

“You are so lucky, Cerelle.” Lelia’s smile carried more warmth than half the court was capable of combined. “It does not happen often one is allowed to choose their own husband. Ensure you make the best of it.”

She laid in her bed, stared at the canopy above her, and felt so terribly alone. Her mother's presence in her bed for a fortnight had been annoying, but now that her grandfather had forbidden it, she wished for nothing more than to return to these nights. At least then she had someone to comfort her when she awoke.

The curtains of her bed had long been nailed to the posts again. One night trapped in their darkness had been enough.

She groaned.

How was she meant to sleep like this? Trapped in her room, sinking into the mattress as if it meant to hold her captive, weighed down by a dozen blankets, at the mercy of her nightmares, completely helpless should an attacker appear in her chambers.

(Her dagger laid on her nightstand, just in case. Yet there was no doubt in her mind that, should it come to it, she would not be able to use it.)

Trying to sleep on the ground was not a risk she was willing to take. Her mother had berated her before, and should such a thing reach her grandfather's ear, a lecture was the least of her worries.

At least he had forbidden her mother from staying with her at night, claiming such a thing was unbecoming of the Queen Mother and a princess.

The perfect princess. Graceful. The perfect princess. Polite. The perfect princess. Quiet.

Once upon a time, she might have known how to. Once upon a time, she might have even known how to deal with what was to come for her.

Carefully, she slipped out of her bed and into the shoes standing beside it, grabbed a light cloak from her wardrobe, yet before she opened the door she halted.

Something one of the ladies had said echoed in her mind. Something that might make or break whatever she had previously been plotting. And yet she was not certain of the validity of their claim.

Taking a deep breath, her hand closed around the cold metal of the door handle, and pulled it open.

Her sworn shield did not turn towards her upon the sound, merely kept his gaze fixed on the wall before him and his hand tightly around the pommel of his sword.

“Ser Balon?” Despite how quietly she had said the words, they seemed to echo down the dark hall as if she had screamed them.

“Yes, princess?”

“Where do your loyalties lie?”

He remained silent upon her question, yet she knew he would answer eventually. Despite how little time she had spent with him, despite how little she knew about him, that she was certain of.

The silence of the night weighed upon her, still she remained as still as a statue.

“I am a Kingsguard, princess. My loyalty lies with the king above all.”

“Yet you are sworn to me as well. Do you hold one of these oaths more highly than the other?”

“I-” He paused. “Princess, I hope there never comes a day where I might be forced to choose. None of us should wish for such an outcome.”

“And what if there is? What if I reveal to you a secret, and the king or even his Hand commands you to uphold your vow to the crown?”

“Unless this secret endangers my liege's life, I shall carry it to my grave.”

That was all she needed.

Ser Balon fell into step behind her as she made her way through the winding corridors of Maegor's holdfast, down tight stairways and past sprawling halls, until the cold night air finally enveloped her in its embrace. Yet she only stopped once she finally stood on the edge of the training yard.

The silence did not weigh upon her as it did during the day, whenever a question remained unanswered by her. This here and now… She had not felt the likes of which in a long, long time.

Her cloak glid off her shoulders, and she did not correct the position of her nightdress despite the man standing behind her. She had reached the armoury quickly, took a staff in her hand, and returned to the middle of the yard.

The wood felt cool and even underneath her skin. It had the correct length, though wasn't quite as well balanced as her spears had been in Dorne.

Her steps started off slow. Precise movements, trying to get back into her paces, bringing forth all that Oberyn had taught her. And eventually, ever so carefully, she increased her speed.

Whirling and thrusting and twisting across the yard, the staff became a part of her as if she had never put it down. Invisible foes left and right fell to her quick strikes, none standing a chance against her, none being able to get remotely close to her. She was safe behind her weapon. None could hurt her here.

The tip of the staff slammed into the ground. While it did not break the tiles of the yard's floor, the impact still sent shockwaves through her body.

Her breathing came in laboured bursts. Her heart pounded in her chest. Then she fell to her knees, and wept.

The sobs echoed across the empty yard, and she was certain someone would likely wake from it, inspect what was happening, and inform her grandfather immediately. Yet she could not stop.

She felt truly pathetic - crying on the floor, her entire body shaking until she was not even able to let out sounds anymore, let alone breathe.

Was this how a princess acted? Was this how a knight responded to difficulties? Was this how she meant to stand against her grandfather?

How much time passed she could not say, only that the tears eventually stopped through no effort of her own, leaving her an empty mess cowering on the cold ground.

Steps neared. Then stopped by her side.

She stared at her trembling hands in the silvery light of the moon.

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

Silence. Then Ser Balon answered, “Of course. I fought at the frontlines of the Battle of the Blackwater.”

“How many?”

“I could not keep count. In such a fight, all one can think about is surviving until the next moment. And then the ones beyond.”

“Does it ever weigh on you?”

“I defended my king, successfully so. Any sacrifice made during that night was worth the risks I took.”

She tried to laugh, yet the sound that spilled across her lips was yet another sob. “Are you incapable of experiencing emotions, Ser Balon? Whenever I share a word with you, all you talk of is duty and loyalty and defending your king. Is that all there is to life for you?”

How terribly she wished to see his face.

“I am a Kingsguard. I cannot allow myself more.”

Perhaps she should not either.

Her fingers traced the tiles, seeming so pure against her rough and scarred skin, when Ser Balon suddenly spoke up again.

“The way you fought just now… I have rarely seen any of the like.”

And despite her past, despite everything that fighting had caused, she could not suppress a small smile.

“Oberyn taught me, during those years I was under his care. Plenty of Dornishmen fight with the spear, and despite me not being born there, he always said I wield it as if I were.” He did not answer, and so she spoke up again. If quietly. “You are Dornish, are you not?”

“My mother is Lady Deria Toland. Her sister is the ruling Lady of Ghost Hill.” He paused, then said, “Why do you ask?”

“Curiosity. I apologise for intruding.”

“It is alright. My parentage is no secret I am trying to keep.” He stayed silent for a moment, seemingly waiting for her to speak up again. When she didn't, he carefully asked, “Which weapons can you wield beside the spear?”

“Only daggers. If you hand me a sword I will be able to use it as well, yet do not expect me to win anything.”

She did, once. Yet the thought that followed immediately after this realisation reminded her of what had actually won her the fight against Benjiamin: manipulation. Had she not had the presence of mind to rile him up, say his name with the same faked affection she had used in his tent, he would have skewered her on his blade.

“Can you use anything besides the sword?” she asked.

“More or less anything - lance, mace, morningstar. My father ensured I received a varied education in weaponry as a second son.” He paused, and his next words almost sounded as if he was smiling. “My favourite is the bow.”

“I've always wondered what it was like to use one.”

“I could teach you.”

Her breath hitched, yet despite every fibre in her being yearning to look at him, she kept her stare fixed to the ground.

“Why would you?” she whispered.

“You wish to learn, my princess. And something tells me you are not ready to return to your chambers just yet.”

Perhaps she shouldn't. Such a thing was bound to cause trouble for her sworn shield, and after the lecture from her mother earlier in the day she could not risk it again.

On the other hand… He was right. She would not be able to sleep for even a single moment this night. So why not use this opportunity? Why not ignore duty and propriety and every single barrier built between a knight and a princess?

Her grandfather would never know.

Ser Balon prepared the bows, the arrows, the targets. He walked her through the basic steps, then let her try, adjusting her form all the way throughout - only with words, never with touches. No matter how difficult it got.

Her arrows hit the target, at the least, yet even if she would have wanted to she could not concentrate on aiming them properly. Ser Balon realised this, stopped talking eventually, and simply let her do what she wanted. Which was tiring herself out while attempting to think of nothing.

He used this opportunity to practice, she noted. Trying out different techniques and positions, taking steps forward and back, sometimes ending in places that could never improve his efficiency. Yet he hit the bullseye every single time.

(He also never took off his helmet, which she was grateful for.)

Next to him she looked like a pathetic child.

Sooner than either of them would have liked, streaks of orange started spreading across the sky. Their sign that whatever peace they had crafted themselves now needed to end.

Her fingertips bled and an ugly bruise was forming on her lower arm. Her hands trembled from the foreign exertion and if she touched her cheek tears shot to her eyes. Yet she said nothing, merely helping her sworn shield clear the yard of any sign of their deed.

She slung her cloak around her body as they made their way back to her chambers. Besides four servants, they encountered no one.

One hand on the old oak of her door, she knew she should close it and leave whatever had happened tonight behind her. It would be best to never talk of it again. If she knew what was good for either of them.

(The second son of a Stormlord and a Dornish lady, of a powerful House, skilled in combat, loyal to the Iron Throne. Had he been no Kingsguard, he would have served as the perfect consort for the Lady of Storm’s End.)

“Ser Balon?” A beat passed. “Thank you.”

A nod was the only sign he had registered her words, and it was far more than she would have deserved.

The door fell close as a tear rolled down her cheek.

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 2 years ago

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Dark!Aemond x oc (Snow falls) Chapter 24: The dining room 18+

CONCEPT: You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you

WARNINGS: Non-con, smut 18+ dark!aemond and slight bookaemond.

I enter the diner room. My brother is eating a delicious roasted pig and he is not alone. My grandfather and my mother are present as is my sister. I feel bad that my sister will see this. I do.

But I have no choice. Aegon does not seem to notice I brought something. None of them even react to me entering a room. No one announces me. I feel as a ghost visiting a family that never appreciated me. Aegon finally takes notices and grins. "So, little brother. You are back soon from your adventure." He tells me with a exaggerated wink.

My sweet sister looks at me with innocence. "Did Aemond go on a adventure? Where did he go?" She asks her husband.

That pig only grins. "He went to a magical place where a wife's word means nothing. You perhaps know it well from the few times we've been together, my darling wife." He speaks, silencing her for good. Helaena absently stares at her untouched vegetables and tears up silently.

Aegon ignores her when my mother tries her best to not comfort her daughter. "So, my brother. Did that little slut finally made you cum? Aurelia is a good whore. She can teach Willa a lot. And Willa can teach her a lot about innocence and proper manners. It is a good exchange fo have them tumble with each other."

I lift Aurelia's head before tossing it in his lap. "Here, catch." I tell him. Horrified, he misses as the head dryly drops on the ground leaving a bit of blood.

Aegon shrieks before raising to his chair. "Are you mad?!" He shouts at me. "That was a gift! Willa will never make you happy! Not on her own!" He knows nothing about me. He never did. He knows nothing about anything.

My grandfather is disgusted. "Aemond, why did you bring this to our dinner table? You have killed this sweet innocent girl?"

I remain completely unmoved. "There was nothing innocent about her. She touched my wife. I don't appreciate others touching my wife."

"I will fuck your wife in her ass for your treason!" Aegon screams when rising his sword. Helaena starts to cry louder and burst into sobs as I avoid Aegon's sword, fending him off with my own.

My grandfather rises from his chair. "Enough! Both of you! Drop your weapons!" He shouts at us. Aegon stupidly does as he commands. I do not lower my sword until his is on the ground. "Aegon, Aemond's wife is his. You have all sort of playthings and whores but you will remain from bothering Willa again." Haha.

"And Aemond, what you just did can be considered treason. You do best to remember not to make any mistakes like this in the future." There are no mistakes.

Aegon is still seething, the fool. He loved Aurelia deeply."He killed my precious flower. I will kill his wife."

My grandfather gets more annoyed ever moment this fool speaks."You will do no such thing, you fool. We need Willa to hold the North. Her house supports us with bannermen and supplies. We have no to little houses in the North."

"Leave that us. Willa and me will soon start a campaign making sure all those traitors bend the knee to..." Ugh. "You, my king." I speak full of fake loyalty. I will return to that frozen shitland with my wife and my dragon. They will either bend...

Or they will burn. Aegon sees my offer and gives me a final warning before ending the discussion."Touch one my toys again, and I will take Willa's head."

I snicker inside but keep my face composed. "I have already made it so that Aurelia is named a traitor and a support to Rhaenyra. She killed dozens of our own guards, loyal servants alike." I tell the king.

He nods approving that we will deal a blow to our sister. They will hate her that whore. I bet she is happy fucking Daemon's cock now. He is weak. He should have taken her crown from her. He is her husband after all.

Helaena softly speaks up. "Brother, may I speak?" I soften my hardend scowl. She is asking me. She is my queen in title and right.

"Of course, your grace. You are far above me. As is your husband, our king." I speak. She carefully touches her necklace. Her spider necklace.

"How will we fake that our people are killed? How will we do that?" She whispers. She always knows my answer.

We won't fake anything. We will hire a group of assassins. We will dress them as the disgusting scum Daemon associates with. And they will make sure that if that whore sets foot in King's Landing again, she is dragged off by her pretty silver hair and raped to death in a ally.

Helaena tears up horrified. "My queen. Perhaps you should leave. Talk of war seems to upset you." I tell her softy.

My mother is outraged by my suggestion. She always had a gentle heart. Most women do. Which is why men lead wars. "Aemond. We will not kill our own servants.' I roll my eyes at her. We won't kill our servants. We won't.

"Only the one the guards suspect of treason. I have a feeling there is still disloyalty left in the castle."

Aegon nods intrigued by my ruthless plan. I add with a smirk. "We will give our slaughtered traitors a big grant funeral, for their families. They will be bestowed hero titles and their families will be given rewards. We will make King's Landing love us more than they love that excuse of a whore that calls herself Queen.' Helaena stands up after this and leaves the room, wiping her eyes.

I ignore her. Aegon smirks at me, having forgotten all about that whore and his wife. "Let the slaughter begin."

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bobfloydsbabe · 5 years ago

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“It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches…” for willa and jay pls

This has been sitting in my drafts for an eternity and I just never posted it because I’m a shit person who never follows through on anything in a timely manner. Enjoy, love.

“Your man’s here,“ Maggie informed her when she came out of a treatment room. Willa turned her eyes to the entrance and saw Jay looking pretty banged up but standing nonetheless.

“He’s not my man,“ she said and made her way over to him.

“He put a ring on it,“ Maggie argued, walking alongside her. “He’s your man.“ She couldn’t keep the smile from creeping onto her face. Maggie veered left into the nurse’s station, and Willa finally reached the man she had somehow agreed to marry.

She took a quick look at his jaw and the bruising around his right eye, refusing to greet her idiot fiancé. “What happened to you?“

He shrugged. “A witness ran,” he explained. “He got a few punches in.”

“A few?“

He shrugged again, and when he did, Willa spotted a flash of red on his side under his arm. “Whoa, hold on,” she said and grabbed his arm, pushing it out of the way. “You’re bleeding.”

“I am?“ His tone of voice made her look up.

She groaned. “Come with me.“ Once in the treatment room, she told him to remove his shirt so she could take a better look at the bleeding. He wriggled his eyebrows at her but just took it off when he noticed she was unamused.

Trying not to be distracted by his physique, which was still a common occurrence after all the time they’d been together, she looked at the cut. “Arm up,” she instructed. He complied. “It doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches, but this is more than just a beating, Jay.”

“Okay,“ he said reluctantly. “So the witness may have pulled a switchblade on me.“ He waited for her to say something, but she busied herself looking for something to clean the wound.

“Willa?“

She smiled sweetly at him, and he was about to speak when something cold and stinging was placed on the wound. He hissed.

“You deserved that,” she told him, a smug look on her face. “You’re lucky I love you.“

#jamezvaldes #this is shitty #so sorry darling #willa atticus #willa x jay #attistead #oc: willa atticus #drabble #prompt ask meme #maybe i don't know what it's called #enjoy this piece of shit writing #drabble: willa #otp: attistead #willa asks #mail

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littlebvtterfly · 3 months ago

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DESCEDANTS PARENTS COMPARISONS

Red Riding Hood/Ruby Lucas & Petra Müller Gretel & Greer Grimm Wendy Darling & Willa Darling

TAGLIST: @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @nikosasaki @noratilney @wordspin-shares @oneirataxia-girl @endless-oc-creations @avcrymorgans @andromedalestrange @far-shores @rose-of-oz @bibaybe @come-along-pond @dancingsunflowers-ocs @justahopelessssromantic

#ocappreciation #ocapp #disney descendants oc #fyeahdisneydescendantsocs #oc: petra müller #oc: greer grimm #oc: willa darling #i SWEAR this was not supposed to be a once upon a time comparison at first #it's just what it ended up being #also i am not at transitions #flashing tw

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babyjakes · 3 years ago

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forever and a day | earth's tiniest heroes. [blurb.]

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event | stuffies for all

summary | after learning to make finger puppets, willa makes a special trip to the tower with gifts in hand for all her friends.

pairing | willa rogers (oc) x the avengers

warnings | written from steve’s pov, just willa being the sweetest little being that ever did exist, so fluffy and cute and adorable, steve is the proudest dad ever, willa made one for tony even tho he takes a “trip” when he hears they’re coming :’^)

“You’re first, Peter!” Willa cheers excitedly as she sits in the center of the circle the group’s formed around her on the rug of the fiftieth floor’s living space. Reaching into her ladybug backpack, she pulls out a Spiderman-themed puppet, complete with little webs made of string coming from the hands.

“Oh wow, Wil- this is so cool!” Peter’s eyes widen in awe as he takes the gift from the little girl to hold carefully in his hands, appearing too worried he might break something to put it on.

“C'mon, goes on your finger!” the child giggles as she helps her friend place the piece of fitted red fabric over his pointer finger, a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Wow, it looks just like my spidey suit!” the teen enthuses as he wiggles his finger, “you did such a great job! Thank you, Willa.”

After giving her best friend a quick hug, she moves on to the next person in the circle, her now great pal, the God of Thunder. When the girl reaches into her bag and pulls out a very mighty-looking Asgardian puppet with a tiny hammer dangling from its hand, Thor’s face fills with delight as he tells her, “That is a marvelous looking creation, little friend. Is that meant to be me?”

“Yes!” Willa beams, bouncing excitedly in front of her ginormous friend. “And even has your hammer, look! Thor puppet’s worthy, too!”

“He is, indeed,” the god marvels as he places the puppet on his finger, a brilliant smile gracing his face as his gaze meets the child’s. “Thank you, Willa. I shall treasure him forever.”

Wanda’s next, an excited gasp leaving the older girl as she watches the little one pull a Scarlet Witch puppet from her bag. “Oh my goodness, Willa. This is so stunning. You made my outfit just right,” she gushes as she slips the puppet on. “It’s beautiful, darling. Thank you so much.”

Nat’s face softens when she sees a Black Widow puppet being taken out next, her black leather stealth suit catching her eye as she grins at the little girl, “Now that’s a good-looking puppet. I’d know that suit anywhere- how’d you make it look so much like me?”

“Daddy helped,” Willa smiles happily as she hands over the gift, her face lighting up as Nat puts it on to show the group.

“Well your Daddy has great taste in leather,” Nat winks at me as Willa moves on, pulling out a scruffier-looking puppet with messy brown hair, a tiny bow and arrow attached to one of the hands.

“Hey- I know that guy!” Clint chimes in as he graciously accepts the present from the girl. “Thanks a ton, kiddo! This rocks- I gotta show the kids when they call tonight!”

“Say hi to Lila for me,” Willa requests with a smile as she gives the archer a hug before returning to her bag, the next puppet she pulls wearing a blackish-red outfit with a wide set of wings.

“Aww, hell yeah,” Sam cheers, brows flaring playfully as he catches his own slip-up. “I mean- awesome, that looks awesome, sweetheart. You make this just for me?”

“Jus’ for you, Sammy!” Willa confirms happily as she helps her friend wiggle the little figure onto his finger. “Look, can make him fly!” she shows him by moving his hand through the air in swooping motions.

“Now that’s really awesome,” the man laughs, planting a kiss on the girl’s temple as he wraps her in a hug. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I’m gonna put him right up on my dresser next to Redwing; they’re gonna look sick together.”

“Totally sick!” Willa agrees as she returns to her bag, pulling out one of the last puppets from the bottom. “This one’s special, he’s got a PhB.”

“D,” I correct her with a chuckle, the faces around the circle filling with love and amusement as they watch the little girl hold up the black-haired puppet dressed in a lab coat.

“A PhD,” the child repeats, “and a s'ethescope.”

“That must be for me, then!” Bruce pipes up as he scoots closer to the girl to accept the present. Once it’s secured onto his finger, he wiggles it a big, joking, “Have you been eating your apples, Ms. Willa?”

“Every day!” she promises with a light-hearted giggle. When she peers back into her bag once more, though, something shifts on her face, a bit of sadness shining in her eyes as she looks up at me. “Daddy?” she asks quietly.

“What’s up, lovebug?” I murmur gently, moving up to join her in the middle of the circle. Cheeks turning pink, the little girl opens up her bag for me to look inside. When I catch sight of the last puppet at the bottom, my heart breaks a little in my chest. I didn’t even know she had made one more.

“Tony’s on a trip, sweetheart,” I tell her softly, pulling her onto my lap as I rub her back carefully, “but that was so thoughtful for you to make one for him, too. I bet we can leave it here for him, and he’ll get it whenever he comes back.

Looks of sadness and patient understanding have formed around the circle as Bruce scoots in near us, offering, "Here, I can keep it safe for him. Wow- you made him a lab coat just like me! He’s gonna love that we’re matching.”

“P'omise you’ll give it to him?” the girl asks carefully.

“Promise,” he nods, tucking the puppet safely into his pocket. “He’s gonna think it’s so cool, Willa. I’ll bet he wishes he could’ve been here to see you today, maybe you can see him next time.”

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#eun's writing #faad #stuffies for all #earth's tiniest heroes #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x child!oc #dad!steve rogers #steve rogers series #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #the avengers #avengers fanfiction #mcu #mcu fanfiction #captain america #captain america fanfiction

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rose-of-oz · 2 years ago

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GREER GRIMM + WILLA DARLING

↳ for @carmens-garden as part of her holiday exchange; I really hope you like these!

#my edits #made for others #character: greer grimm #character: willa darling #friend’s ocs #anna maria tag #mutuals’ exchanges #anna’s holiday exchange

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seenoversundown · 2 years ago

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‧⁺˚･༓☼ Masterlist☽༓･˚⁺‧

Here's my collection of works! I'll have everything noted on whether it's a one shot or a WIP. I hope you enjoy!! 🖤

Fluff - ⁂

Smut - ☠ (18+ - not encouraged for minors)

Trigger Warnings will be listed at the beginning of fics/chapters if applicable. (Please reach out if you feel anything was missed and I will make sure to add it in quickly!)

The Fine Print : *I do not own any of Greta Van Fleet's property. They are simply muses for my writing! Intended for fictional purposes only. Nothing is meant to be taken seriously and everything will be listed with TW's and summaries*

Redamancy ⁂ - Sam x Reader have been friends for so long but have never admitted their feelings towards one another. Lots of pining. (One Shot)

Playmaker ☠ - Sam x Reader (Hockey AU) After winning a playoff game, Sam decides to take you out for drinks and that leads to a fun night. (One Shot)

Succulent ☠️ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) take a little trip to Vermont for Valentine’s Day where Sam cooks up a nice dinner with a great idea for dessert. (One Shot)

Anthophile ⁂ - Sam x Dahlia (Fem OC) Sam surprises her with a special activity for Valentine's Day that she's been daydreaming about. (One Shot)

Sparrow Of The Dawn ⁂ ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) - WIP (Updated 2/9/2025) Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor. |Enemies to Lovers | Forced Proximity | Workplace Romance | Multi Chapter Series|

Cloak and Dagger ☠ - Josh x reader attend a halloween party but have to leave early because they can't wait any longer to devour each other. (One Shot)

Satiate ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) - Quinn is sweet enough to make breakfast in bed, but also has a devious little plan for their favorite person. (One Shot)

Somewhere ⁂ - Josh x Harper (Gender Neutral OC) - Harper is dreading Valentine's Day because Josh won't be around.. or so they think.

Amongst The Stars ⁂ ☠ - Josh x Quinn (Non Binary OC) Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance. (Multi Chapter Series -Temporary Hiatus)

Your Bones ⁂ - Daniel x Reader spend a cozy rainy afternoon together. (One Shot)

Saccharine ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) spend a sweet Valentine's Day making cinnamon rolls together and then have a cozy evening away. (One Shot)

Lonely Hearts Club ⁂ - One Shot

Come Back For Me ⁂ ☠ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) They were best friends and did everything together, until the decision of college came around. Now, six years later, Melody rolls back into town, with a small surprise, giving Daniel the shock of a lifetime. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

Slapshot ☠ - Jake x Reader (Hockey AU) After watching how well he played, you can't keep your hands to yourself on the way home. But he has just the way to help take care of that. (One Shot)

Oh Darling ☠ - Jake x Reader (Vampire AU) Jake has never been known for anything more than a one night stand but can you change his mind? (One Shot) Siren ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) get stuck at the bar on Valentine’s Day, but Jake makes sure to make it up to her after the bar closes. (One Shot)

Allure : Part 1 ⁂ | Part 2 ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Family Lake Day! Starts off with Charlotte longingly watching her sweet motherly boyfriend take care of everyone all day but ends with him making it up to her in the sweetest way.

Insidious ⁂ ☠️ : Jake x Rory (Fem OC) A story about Rory, a girl who is smart and takes no shit, getting roped in by a boy with a whole lot of secrets. (Multi Chapter Series - WIP)

For Death Or Glory ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) The story of how they came to be | Jake has always been a hopeless romantic, heavy on the hopeless. He's gone out with plenty of girls, but they never last. Tired of being told he's "too sweet", he tapped out on dating once he bought the bar. Just waiting for the right one to walk into the bar and steal his heart | Workplace Romance | Friends With Benefits to Lovers | He Falls First (Multi Chapter Series - Completed)

You're My Wishlist ⁂ ☠️ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Christmas has come and Charlotte has a special present for Jake waiting at home. (One Shot)

Good For Me - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) Valentine's Day is planned out perfectly until Jake has to go into the bar for a minute and everything changes.

Insidious - Jake x Rory (Fem OC) ((ft. all of greta van fleet)) A story about Rory, a girl who is smart and takes no shit, getting roped in by a boy with a whole lot of secrets. Black Cat x Grumpy | Enemies to Lovers I Dark Romance | Dark AU (Multi Chapter Series - In progress)

A 4 Book interconnected series about the boys living in a small town in New England. Where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake’s dream, but somehow is helping everybody else’s dreams come true as well. Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

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Currently posting;

Sparrow of the Dawn - Temporary Hiatus

Amongst The Stars - Temporary Hiatus

Come Back For Me - New chapters on Wednesdays!

For Death or Glory - Completed

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Dueling Cameras ⁂ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) decide to make getting pumpkins into a little competition (per usual) (One Shot)

Josh - Chiaroscuro ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) attend a local film festival where Josh gets to present a short film he's directed. (One Shot)

Danny - Spooks & Cider ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) Back in high school, go to a Fall Festival where Melody faces her fear of the Haunted House. (One Shot)

Jake - Affirmation ⁂ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) find themselves in an oddities shop where Charlotte has her tarot cards read, whether she believes in it or not. (One Shot)

(The Caravel Tavern Series AU)

Sam - Be Naughty, Save Santa The Trip ☠ - Sam x Willa (Fem OC) Sam runs late after a shoot and Willa leaves him a little surprise for when he gets back home to her. (One Shot)

Josh - Merry Everything & A Happy Always ⁂ - Josh x Quinn (Enby OC) have always had the tradition of baking cookies together, but Josh sets up a scavenger hunt for Quinn to bake some this time for a very special reason. (One Shot)

Danny - It's The Most Wonderful Time of Year ⁂ - Daniel x Melody (Fem OC) took on hosting Christmas dinner with everybody but unfortunately for Daniel, nothing is going smoothly. (One Shot)

Jake - White Christmas ☠ - Jake x Charlotte (Fem OC) have a million and one things to do on Christmas Day and Charlotte is already stressed by 6 am. Thankfully, Jake knows exactly how to calm her down. (One Shot)

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