#so when she finally gets together with Gil she's like careful

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can we have some more spicy ten things I hate abt you AU?? I really loved the last one!!! And can we also have Thena being vulnerable to Gil? I love your writing so so sooooo much 🫶🏼🫶🏼

—- Eternalfanatic (I forgot my account password lmao) 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"Hey."

Thena furrowed her brows, determined to keep on kissing him as their hips moved together. She tangled her tongue with his, trying to dissuade him from interrupting things.

"Thena?"

She huffed, pulling away and bracing herself on his shoulders to glare at him. "You keep saying how much you enjoy our intimacy, yet you insist on interrupting it!"

Gil wore a sheepish expression, despite literally being buried inside of her. His fingers tapped on her bare back. "I do!"

"Then why," she growled, leaning forward and forcing him completely under her again. Not that she enjoyed the thought of his eyes having a full on feast of her naked body. But she enjoyed being on top--it gave her the control she so desperately needed, especially at times like this. She dug her nails into his shoulder, "are you?"

He sighed, glancing away as if they were having a light, normal conversation, and not in the middle of having sex. "Well...is something on your mind?"

"Now?!" she barked at him. Neither were close to the point of no return, obviously, but she wasn't exactly ready to call things off and have a little heart to heart, either. "You're asking this now!"

"Sorry," he whined faintly, holding her hips still as she tried to resume their pleasure. He gave her a distinctly concerned look. "I'm happy you came over and all. But I dunno--you seem kind of...angry."

She was.

"If you wanna angry fuck, then fine," Gil amended, holding her hips more firmly. "But I'm not some exercise bike you can use to blow off steam and then ignore."

Her brows raised. It was the first time he had expressed his qualms about their relationship so clearly. He had a right to, of course, and she knew he was right, too. She was using all the benefits of their closeness without offering any return on his emotional investment.

Gil made room for her as she lifted herself off of his completely erect hardness and flopped onto the bed beside him. "Y'know how they say 'don't go to bed angry'? Well, I'm pretty sure they would say don't have spite-sex, either."

She shook her head, staring up at his ceiling with her arms wrapped around herself futilely. "Sorry."

He shook his head as well, also staring up instead of at her. It did make things feel a little easier. "I'm sorry--I should have asked before we got into things."

In all fairness to Gil, she had positively pounced on him as soon as they were in his room. He wouldn't have had much time to voice his concerns before she was undoing his belt and asking if that box of condoms still had anything in it.

"So?" he prompted, slipping his hands under the covers and over the tent in his sheets. "What pissed you off?"

At the moment, he was at the very top of that list. But that also wasn't fair, and she knew what he was asking and how he meant it.

They had met at the party, as promised. And things had been fine. Sersi had found Dane immediately and Thena had happily left the young lovebirds to flirt and giggle through the evening. She and Gil were talking, relaxing a little out of the thick of the crowd. It had been fine.

"Ikaris," she began. Part of her almost wished the solitary statement would have been enough, but she knew it wasn't. She tugged his sheets up more firmly around her. "When I went to find the recycling."

Which there wasn't one, much to her frustration.

Gil nodded, both of them still flat on their backs. "What did he say?"

Thena gulped. Looking up at the white painted ceiling of Gil's room was easier. The spots hastily plastering over something exposed, the edge where ceiling met the brick walls. "He asked me what we were."

"Oh."

She sighed through her nose. She hadn't had much intention of telling him this. Truly, the desire to tell anyone at all any of this was completely absent. But she owed Gil this much. "I told him to fuck off and mind his own business."

Gil snorted.

But the story wasn't nearly so simple. "But he guessed we were together in at least some capacity. He asked...he asked if I was finally ready to get off my high horse and just fuck--in his own words."

Gil sat up partially, his face drawing in and suddenly radiating a righteous indignity on her behalf.

She reached over, pressing on his chest and making him resume looking up at the ceiling with her. It was the only way she was going to get through this.

"His pursuit of me...he did earnestly try to date me. At least, I thought it had been earnest," she dragged out of herself. It was her least favourite thing to remember of all her life, it wasn't coming out easy. "He had wanted to advance rather quickly. I told him I hadn't done anything with anyone and I doubted I was ready for it with him."

Gil waited through her heavy pause.

She sighed, "he laughed, and laughed, and laughed."

"I'll kill him."

She shrugged, "even that would be more attention than he deserves to be paid. I sent him away and he's thought derisively of me ever since. That's why my contempt for him runs deeper than simply him being a prick, and him thinking he has some right to my sister."

"Wow," Gil scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain, "I thought he was a creep but I didn't know he was a disgusting bastard."

Thena inhaled slowly, running her hands over the sheets. "Sersi doesn't even know. I've only told her that she is not to even so much as speak to him."

Gil had the wisdom not to offer his opinion on things, as least just yet. But he reached over under the sheets until he could grasp her hand.

She let him. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

She shook her head again, her hair a hopeless mess on Gil's pillow (and he only had one, so of course he saved it for her). "It's not fair to you."

He sat up, apparently - unfortunately - done with the anonymity of avoiding eye contact. He leaned on his knees, "I guess not."

She had been the one to state it, but his quick and firm agreement still made her stomach clench. "I-"

"But it's not fair to you either."

"Hm?" she blinked up at him. She expected some lecture but he leaned down again, stretching his body out against hers and scooping her waist into the grasp of his strong arm. She sighed as he kissed her.

"I hope I don't have to tell you I'm not like that asshole."

No, he didn't.

He pulled away, looking at her so tenderly that she wondered how she could ever muster the effort to be cold with him. "But I shouldn't have to tell you. You should just...feel it, or something."

He had his own eloquence, and she found it unwittingly charming.

"Thena," Gil frowned, holding her against him, both of them on their sides. "Were you ready--when you first came over, I mean? 'Cause if you weren't, I can't-"

She leaned in, kissing him again to divert the trajectory of that thought. "I came over, I initiated the kiss, I told you I was ready. Is that not enough?"

But he didn't rise to her bait. He stared at her like he would never see her again if he blinked. "I...I...I really like you, Thena."

It certainly wasn't what he had initially started saying, but it still made her freeze like a deer in headlights. Excitement and dread flooded through her in equal amounts.

"I'm not asking you to feel the same," he whispered, and she had to admire that he was strong enough to say that, while she was too afraid to even tell him she liked him in the first place. "But I'd rather you know. And it has nothing to do with, uh, this. I liked you before. I liked you as soon as I saw you glaring at me at the theatre beside Sersi."

She rolled her eyes, because there was no way that was true.

"So, even if you don't wanna hang out anymore, or come over like this," Gil trailed off into a mumble, his eyes drifting downward. "Then, that's okay. But I'll still like you--unless you tell me not to, I guess."

She smiled--even laughed. There was just something so earnest and sweet and charming about this delinquent. She kissed him again, just for the enjoyment of it. It was actually rather dangerous, how much she liked kissing him.

Gil laid his head down again. She really needed to get him another pillow (such a boy thing, to have only one). "Sorry, but I guess I'm glad I interrupted."

She supposed it was out of concern for her. Although there was still a faint ache within her, and the insides of her thighs were quite sticky. "Was angry sex so bad?"

He grinned, satisfied that she seemed in better spirits. He ran his hands over her back again, "not that it's bad. But I prefer making love."

Thena let him lure her into making out again. It was a great excuse not to look at him as he expounded such romantic nonsense. "I've never met a boy who called it that."

"Well, I'd call myself a young man, at best," he protested with a faint pout (before kissing her again). "And I think it's only fitting, if I'm gonna worship you like the princess you are."

She didn't have a clever comeback for that, gasping as he latched onto her neck. "Do you still have that condom on?"

"Yeah, but let me do something."

She half expected him to pick up the firm and nearly frenzied pace she'd had before. To roll them over and start absolutely ravaging her. But all he did was move her onto her back and lie himself over her. He stayed close, his head always hovering within kissing distance.

"This okay?" he whispered as he pushed into her again, much more slowly and gently this time. "If I wanna get romantic with the girl I like?"

It was so juvenile, so trivial sounding. And yet when he said it, her heart and her brain screamed in joy. She never felt so elated, despite her fighting against this very thing.

"Gil," she gasped, her hands on his chest as he thrusted slowly but steadily. They had actually never been in this specific position before. It felt intimate, even fore the act of physical relations. Her legs splayed out on either side of him, but her foot was pressed to his calf muscle, as if scared he would slither away from her. Her hands were on his warm skin, she could feel his rapid heartbeat.

"Thena," he moaned as he picked up speed.

Looking into his eyes was too much. She didn't know where he ended and she began. She was being too vocal and the longer she looked into his eyes the more red spread through her cheeks and down her neck. She clung to him. "Fuck, Gil."

"Thena," he groaned again, panting and grunting and meeting her lips in hasty, open kisses.

"Gil, please," she whimpered, her voice thin and high like the last note on a violin. She didn't want to, but she slung to him desperately. "Please, please come with me."

"I'm there, I'm so there," he confirmed. Neither of them had the stamina of seasoned experts, but she felt so much more acutely than usual every movement and breath he took.

Making unfathomable sounds while rutting her naked body together with a boy she liked: she was no princess. She was just Thena, and she was unfortunately quite in love with the boy in bed with her.

And the boy was quite a fine man, she purred as she felt him come first, within the condom, his muscles twitching as he held himself over her. He stayed close but made an effort not to put his full weight on her.

She accepted it eagerly, lifting her hips as she came around him. Her thighs gripped either sides of him, soft flesh to soft flesh. She had no control over her body, or her voice, although he helped absorb some of the sounds of her ecstasy directly against his waiting lips.

They laid like that, both catching their breath. Gil moved first, but her legs tightened around him, unwilling to part with him just yet, even in his softened state.

"You feel good?" he asked aloud (needlessly). He kissed her cheek.

"Hm," she purred, still languishing in the feeling of his skin against hers. She ran her hands over the sheen on his skin and the hair there, fine as it was. "Don't make me move yet."

"Okay," he chuckled, kissing her forehead and only moving enough to lie himself down not quite on top of her. "Whatever her ladyship wants."

It was a teasing nickname, but she didn't even have it in her to scold him for it.

"Does this mean you'll stay?" he whispered, the light touch of his fingertips on her cheek tempting her deeper into sleep.

"Hm, I shouldn't," she sighed, curling against him on her side, even as her energy left her. That was all she got out on the matter. It was simply too tempting to remain all snuggled up with him. He certainly had no complaints, even as she felt him moving around to clean up or some such.

If he wanted to be her boyfriend, then he could be her boyfriend. And that meant letting her sleep as long as she wanted.

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hi!! could i get headcanons of harry hook x daughter of alice from alice in wonderland? :)

a/n: Okay so i made two versions of this. I started writing more of like an actual story wich is pretty long and then realized that you probably asked for more short relationship headcannons. So this one is the shorter headcannons. I hope you enjoy :))

Trigger warnings: very short mention of bad family dynamics, not proofread, she/her pronouns if used

So here is the longer story version

Harry hook x Daughter of alice in wonderland - headcanons

-Harry would constantly ask you about wonderland and try to compare it to neverland. Its not really similar but he trys anyways.

-knowing about and visiting wonderland quite often made you kind of an 'odd' person but harry loves it. Honestly that man oves anything that is different and weird. He would fit right in with his dramatic and theatrical nature.

-You would mock his accent constantly but you both know that you love it. Especially mixed with his raspy morning voice. Heaven on earth.

-Uma and gil also probably love you. How could they not when harry adores you like does.

-speaking of: he adores you so much. Words of affirmation and physical touch are his love languages. He is always complimenting you and huging you, holding your hands or just standing/ sitting as close to you as he can. 

-He knows how you love it when he tilts up ypur chin with the tip of his hook, and he fully uses it to his advantage.

-steaing his hook to annoy him or as 'blackmail'

-he would be so nervous to meet your family but they pretty much love him immediately.

-he finally has a family that cares about him and that he can feel safe in (other than his friends obv.) because lord knows his own family was awful. Except maybe harriet. Speaking of she is the only part of his family you actually got to meet. She loves you but would still give you the older sibling talk 'if you hurt him i will kill you', etc. etc.. But Harriet is incedibly happy that harry has found someone that loves him as much as you do.

-Honestly you would just be such a cute couple. 

-but also one that can cause trouble. A lot. You are not against some rulebreaking if its fun. you never were. And with harry its always fun.

-Now... on a sidenote: THAT MAN IS AN AWESOME KISSER! LIKE FR. 

-anyways.. you guys are perfect together. Accepting each other with all your flaws. 

-true love <3

[dearest-dirt]

Love Will Tear Us Apart (Hal Jordan X Reader)

Warning: Verbal Fighting, Really Slight Physical Aggression, Angst to Fluff, Breakup and Makeup 

Word Count: 3.7K

Reader is gender neutral. 

Masterlist

Author's Note: Hi! I love this dumbass! I am so soft for him!🥺🥺🥺 I have more Hal Jordan stuff coming out soon! I hope you like it! Bestie, please reblog! Also, thank you to my beta! You’re the best! <3 

Summary: You love Hal Jordan but every person has their limits, especially when it involves a certain ex-girlfriend.

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“It's Carol or me,” you huffed with frustration and anger. Everything had finally come to a boiling point after almost five years together with him.

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to do that,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Hal was tired, it’s been a long few days with the League and the Corp and now this.

“Carol or me,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Look, I’m fuckin’ exhausted. We can have this fight tomorrow, okay?”

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, Hal: Carol or me?”

“I told you already, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not going to fuckin' choose between you or Carol, so cut the fuckin' crap and let's go to bed. I’m so goddamn tired!” He said, raising his voice at the end. You were starting to piss him off.

“Fine. I’ll choose for you,” you stated louder than you wanted to. But you couldn’t hold back the anger that was seething through you right now. You’ve bared this  teeter-tottering of his for almost five years. You’ve had enough.

“What the hell does that mean?” You didn’t say anything, instead just moved towards the front door to put on your shoes. He watched with anger rising through him. “Where the hell are you going? It’s the middle of the fuckin' night!” You continued putting on your shoes and started opening the lock on the front door. Before you knew it, Hal was next to you grabbing your arm with a little too much force. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me,” you gritted with restrained anger. Hal didn’t let go. Now he was mad.

“FINE! You wanna go? Huh?! You wanna fuckin' leave?! Then get out, go!” He yanked the door open, practically shoved you out, and closed the door.

You stood there for a second, staring at the door, before yelling at the top of your lungs so he would definitely hear (and probably the neighbors, too): “Fuck you, Hal Jordan!” With that you turned and left.

You loved Hal more than anything else. You loved everything about him. You loved him more than you ever thought you were capable of loving someone. Nobody had ever made you laugh as hard and as often as he did. You loved the way he would smile at you when he got a “great idea” that usually ended in disaster. How he would wear a slight frown when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to mention it. How he would insist on laying in your lap or on top of you because he liked feeling your fingers continuously running through and playing with his hair. When he would use his ring to cast constellations or silly little images on the ceiling when you would lay together in bed. The feeling of his hands in yours. The feeling of him. 

But you couldn’t do this anymore. As much as you loved him, you didn't want to feel like you were the other person in the relationship. You knew how much he cared about Carol and how much she meant to him. You also knew about the history between them. He was very honest with you from the beginning, and you liked that. You never thought you would ever have to ask him to choose between you and her. But someone can only take being taken for granted for so long. At first, it didn’t bother you much that he would go to Carol at her beck and call any time of the day or night. Or how much time he would spend with her. Or how much he talked about her. Even after she had married Gil, you didn’t mind that they were close because, after all, they went through a lot together. But eventually, you started feeling like you were left out of their little world. Inside jokes you didn’t get; constantly being told what Carol had said about something you were talking about. Forgotten little things like your favorite flavor of something or the other. But Carol’s favorites were always remembered. Constantly, having to hear about her; feeling like no conversation could be had without her being mentioned. It started feeling like you were competing against Carol for Hal’s attention and you just couldn’t win.

The straw that broke the camel's back came just before he left for his latest mission. Your birthday fell a few days after he had to leave, and you wanted to spend some time with him, just the two of you. You kept telling him about how you had made reservations at your favorite restaurant for dinner the day before he left and how much you were looking forward to it. On the day, you spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, looking your absolute best in something you felt absolutely fabulous in. (But, also, knew he would definitely like; you loved seeing that signature playful flirty smirk he would give.) He wasn’t home for most of the day, you didn’t think anything of it, figuring he would just meet you at the restaurant. You went to the restaurant and waited for him to show up. 10 minutes pass, no problem Hal’s even late to his Justice League meetings. 30 minutes pass, okay he’s running later than usual. 40 minutes, then 50, then an hour. You could feel the servers' sad gazes as they walked past you. You finally called him.

Ring Ring Ring

“Hey!”

“Where are you, Hal?”

“Oh, I’m at Carol’s.” You never knew it was possible to feel your heart rip apart but it did in that moment. “I was visiting the Ferris airbase earlier, so Gil and Carol invited me to din—Oh shit! Oh, my fuckin' god, I’m so fuckin' sorry, babe! I totally forgot about the dinner. I’m leaving right now. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. Finish your dinner,” you said holding back tears that were threatening to escape, “I was leaving from here anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, love. It just escaped my mind. I’ll make it up to you when I get back home, I promise. I’m leaving here, okay?”

“It's fine, Hal. Uh, I just called to say that I’m staying over at (F/N)’s house for the next few days. They’re going through some things right now and really need me.” You couldn’t bear to see him tonight; you didn’t have it in you to hear about his dinner with Carol, about what she made or what she said.

It suddenly dawned on him that you’d only called him exclusively by his name so far, and not the hundred different nicknames you gave him. He got the feeling that something was wrong.

“But you know I’m leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for a few weeks. Can’t you go after I leave tomorrow?” he said, dejected and sad. You could imagine his slight frown and it made everything worse.

“They really need me. I’ll see you when you get back.” God, you were going to cry any second. You didn’t think you could stay on the line any longer. “Look, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He was silent for a few moments before he murmured, “yeah, if they really need you, then I guess that’s fine.” He knew something was off; he could hear it in your voice.

“Thanks, bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart. I lov—“ You hung up, Hal didn’t know what to do. You’d never hung up on him before like that, before saying you loved him.

You didn’t have the strength to sit there, listen to him say he loved you, and say it back to him because you would break down.

Hal came back to an empty apartment that night and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like you not being there. The apartment felt colder than usual without you. He didn’t know before that night how much he felt at peace sleeping with you next to him. The smell of your body lotion and conditioner lingering on the sheets, just made everything worse for him. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t answer his last few texts. He spent the whole night more or less awake. Before he left in the morning, he called you but you didn’t answer his call. Weird he thought. You always pick up his phone, even at odd hours of the night. You were being a good friend, so you were probably just busy, he didn’t think much of it after that. With that he left to save the world. You stayed the night with one of your friends, who you knew wouldn’t pry. You would go back to your place once he was gone.

You guys didn’t fight, you talked things out, worked out solutions to your problem. Never ultimatums or tantrums. You kept it civil and mature. So Hal didn’t understand what had happened that night he got back. He couldn’t even remember how the fight started. All he could remember was how angry and sad you looked. And making him choose between you and Carol? That was absurd. He loved Carol platonically now, but he loved you romantically. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He loved you more than he was even capable of expressing. You wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, emails, or social media messages. Your friends/family came to get your stuff and wouldn’t tell him where you were. They would say that they didn’t know or give some other lame excuse.

He was miserable. He was so miserable.

And so were you. You couldn’t escape Green Lantern, even if you tried your best and avoided every freaking place that literally existed. But you still tried your best to move on.

Everyone around Hal could see how miserable he was and he was bringing everyone down with him. Even the other Lanterns were getting fed up, it had been around four months and he was starting to become broodier than Batman (who had half a mind to find you and fix this, because he simply couldn’t stand it).

Hal was running late as usual to some friend’s engagement party. He walked in scanning the room out of habit, until his eyes fell on you. You were laughing at something someone had said. He just looked at you, yearning and longing running through his veins. He knew he was going to fix this, fix what happened between you two. He stared at you for most of the night, waiting for a moment to get you alone. You didn’t expect him to show up, he’s probably off on some other planet doing who knows what, you thought. But there he was, staring at you the whole damn night. You tried your best to avoid him, playing this elaborate and intricate game of avoid-ment. You would steal a glance at him every once in a while, just to see how he was. You couldn’t tell. He always cleaned up nice and a suit always made him look extra attractive and more put together than he really was. You loved it when he wore a suit. The whole night went smoothly for the most part, you managed to avoid him for the entire party.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you left and made your way to your car. Searching for your keys, you hardly noticed someone leaning against your car. “You know, it would be safer for you if you found your keys before you come out into the street at night. Or were you just looking for an excuse for Green Lantern to save you?” You looked up to see Hal leaning against the driver’s side, with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued searching for your keys. “You’re not looking for these keys by any chance are you?” He was holding out his hand with your keys in his palm. What the—?! How did he do that? When did he do that? You avoided him like the plague, so how exactly did he manage that? You step closer to take the keys out of his hand and he moves his hand, lifting it slightly. You reach for them again and he moves his hand away again. He knew this would always make you smile. You reach for the keys again and this time he uses his ring’s power to dangle them above you, just slightly out of reach. Bastard, you thought, using his ring against me like this. He was wearing a childish smile. 

“I would appreciate it, if you would give me my keys back.”

“Humm,” he pretended to ponder, “I’ll give them back, but first you have to come home.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “And by home, I mean our place where we used to live together four months ago. You know, the place we spent forever looking for and even longer decorating? Home, where we’ve had one too many food fights while cooking. Or where we put up too many halloween decorations, and always have tons of halloween candy left over because we live in an apartment complex with like one and half kids.”

“Hal, look—” You were cut off before you even could say anything else.

“No, Y/N, you look. I’m miserable. I’ve been miserable these past four months. I don't know where we went wrong; where I went wrong. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I won't, not without trying everything in the galaxy to fix this. So tell me how to fix it. Do you want to go to couples counseling? I’ll never see Carol again, if that’s what you want. I love you more than you’ll ever know and I’m not going to give you up without a fight. So tell me how to fix us.”

You stared at the ground, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t face him, you would become undone.

Hal stepped closer to you, you didn’t move back. That was a good sign, he thought. He reached under your chin and gently lifted your face up to catch your eyes. You were done for now, any semblance of composure gone with his touch. You sobbed covering your face with your hands.

“You’re the one who left and now you’re the one crying your heart out? I think it should be the other way around, sweetheart,” he joked. That only made you cry a little harder. “You know you're really pig-headed, right?” he continued, while pulling you in closer and enveloping you in his arms. God, you both missed each other. He relaxed against you, taking in the smell of your conditioner and perfume as he rested his chin on your head. After a few minutes, you stopped crying and gained enough composure to finally sort this out, because you didn’t want to lose him either.

“I,” you sniffled, stepping out of his embrace, his hands finding yours as you move back. “I, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. That was very immature and childish of me.”

“You think?”

“Are you gonna listen or keep making skittish remarks?” He smiled, motioning for you to go on. “I don’t want you to stop seeing Carol. I don’t have anything against her. I like her, I do. And I also know what she means to you. But I feel like I’m competing constantly for your attention. Sometimes I feel like I’m the other person in our relationship. I just feel ignored and overlooked. I don’t want to feel like that. It's a tiring feeling, like I have to go out of my way for you to spend any time with me or even notice my existence. Even though we live together! At times, I even feel like I was asking for too much from you when all I wanted was for you to be there for me. Like the times when you would be late or even forget about our planned dates because you were with Carol. Constantly having every conversation mentioning her. I can’t do it.” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, you were trying your best to be more articulate, but you were overwhelmed with all the emotions you were going through.

He stood there listening very intently to what you had to say, his fingers laced with yours, gently rubbing his thumb against yours in a calming manner.

“I’m sorry,” you continued after a pause, “I shouldn’t have blown up like that, but I couldn’t take it anymore after you forgot about my birthday dinner before you left, then came back and mentioned Carol again. I just felt so alone and angry, in that moment. I should’ve been more open about what I was feeling earlier on. I didn’t want to make you choose between us but that’s exactly what I ended up doing.” You were sniffing again and trying to avoid his gaze.

He was processing what you said, and it made him feel terrible. He wanted you and Carol to be good friends and his best idea at the time was to talk about her and get you to like her, he didn’t think it would backfire in the long run like this. Now, he really felt like shit.

“I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I messed up. I simply wanted you and Carol to be friends, so that’s why I thought it would be a good idea for me to always talk about her and always try to get us to hang out with her. I didn’t realize it would make you feel like that. I’m so so sorry.”

You looked at him with disbelief and astonishment. This was his bright idea of getting you and Carol to be friends? “Um, what have you been doing to Carol to get her to like me?”

“Uhhh, more or less—definitely more—of the same. I just thought if I talked about you guys enough to each other, you would come to be best friends,” he said with a nervous giggle. I really did not think this through, he thought. “That's why I always go see her, so I can talk about you.”

I can’t believe I’m in love with a moron, you thought. A moron more or less tasked with saving the universe. How he was managing that was beyond you (and most of the other people around him). You smiled at him, before breaking out into a little laugh.

You were smiling at him, he felt his world fall back into place. He pulled you in closer, taking your face in his hands and caressing your cheek.

“I’ve been miserable without you too,” you whispered, putting your hand over his. “These past four months have been hell,” you continued softly, “I don’t want to lose you either. I want to fix this too. I’m also willing to do anything in the galaxy to fix this. You just need to tell me how.” His eyes glazed over your face like he was looking at a masterpiece he couldn’t believe existed.

“I love you,” he whispered before gingerly placing his lips onto yours. Devotion, passion, and yearning deepened the kiss with every passing second. Silent promises being exchanged with each touch to never hurt each other again, and to fix your relationship. You continued kissing each other, hands entangling with the other’s body. You were both making up for four months of misery. Each time you would pull away to breathe, “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s were whispered back and forth.

“Get a fuckin' room,” someone yelled, walking past. You both pulled away, lips swollen,  foreheads touching, fingers interlaced, and laughing.

“So does this mean you’re coming home?” he quipped.

“No,” you mischievously stated.

“But—I—We—,” he stuttered with exasperation.

“My new place is much better than our old one; plus our lease is almost up. And, the landlord’s an asshole. Remember how many times I had to call him to get the AC fixed when it broke last summer? I practically died of a heat stroke. Not to mention that the washing machines are constantly broken. Do you really want to live there that badly?”

“No, I guess not,” he smiled somewhat sheepishly, afterall you spend more time in the apartment than he did. “So are you gonna ask me?”

“Ask you what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know? Like I asked you before we moved in together.”

“Oh, I see,”—you dragged out the ‘o’ in “oh”—“Harold Jordan, do you want to move in with me? Again?”

A smile beamed across his face, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good, otherwise this would’ve been kind of weird,” you laughed as he kissed you again. “But, we are going to have to work on our relationship. We should probably think about couples counseling, but it might be hard with your ‘job’. Maybe we could start by trying to be better communicators and telling each other if things are bothering us or something?”

He nodded in agreement. “We can start right now,” he beamed, “I would like to go see this new, much better place of ours and explore a few other things.” He was trying to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but he just made you laugh at how goofy he looked.

“Really, after four months and all this, the only thing you can think about is makeup sex?” You quipped playfully, taking the keys from him and pulling him towards the car.

“Maybe…so is that a yes or a no?”

“Get in the car, please.” You stopped suddenly. “Wait, I have a question: how did you get my keys? I made sure to stay as far away from you as I possibly could!”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he smirks.

“Okay, Harry Houdini.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you both got into the car.

The two of you knew that you were going to fix your relationship. You were meant to be together. It took some time and effort but everything worked out in the end. The Justice League and the Lanterns were glad that Hal wasn’t making everything miserable anymore—that was until he started planning on proposing to you, then that was a whole other can of worms. They were equally not ready for wedding Hal or, eventually, dad Hal that came down the road.

[josiehook200]

Brutally honest thoughts on each Descendants character.

Disclaimer: Only going to do characters that I can think of at the moment that don't really require me to look them up. I've seen the original trilogy, the Royal Wedding special, the Christmas special in between D2 and D3, and the Halloween Special after D3. I've seen Wicked World, read only Rise Of The Isle by Messila De La Cruz and two books from the School of Secrets series. I don't plan on watching the newest movie that supposedly is coming out later this year on Disney+.

So, we here go!

Uma - I've liked Uma since the beginning. Also, look at the stuff I reblog on here! I'm a big Huma shipper.

Harry Hook - Seriously, look at the stuff I reblog on here!

Gil - A Himbo. He's cute and means well but, he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. I have him paired up with Cj(which I aged her up and aged Harriet down for my canon of Descendants and made them triplets.)

Cj Hook - First character I focused on alongside with Gil before I started majorly focusing on Uma and Harry. Not really a big fan of the voice they had her for Wicked World. I get she's supposed to be at least like 2 or 3 years younger than Harry but, to me, the voice doesn't match with the personality that Cj has. I head cannon Sabrina Carpenter as Live action CJ (Though shorter than the height I have Cj in my universe)

Freddie and Ceila - Could have done more with both of them in both Wicked World and Descendants 3

Dizzy - I liked her in Descendants 2 but, could have done so much more with her in Descendants 3

The Smee Twins (Yes, I forgot their names) - Really don't see the point of why they were in there. They had like 10 minutes of screen time and not any dialogue in the final cut of the movie. Their existence seems pointless to the story besides them being children of Mr. Smee, Captain Hook's first mate

Zevon - Another Wicked World character. Could have done more with him than they did if I remember correctly

Mal - Didn't really care for Mal in the beginning. Now with all the stuff that's coming out about Dove Cameron lately regarding her on set behavior during Descendants 3, I think it's not a bad thing I don't really care for Mal

Evie - I'll admit it, Evie and Ben should have been together. They seem to be a better fit than Mal and Ben. A little better than Ben and Audrey as a couple but, that's neither here or there

Jay - Don't really see why it was implied that Cj had a crush on Jay in Wicked World. Not saying that it's a bad thing, just don't see it

Carlos - Definitely should have done more with his relationship with Jane in the last 2 movies

Ben - Should have made Ben break up with Mal after he figured out that she literally drugged him and made him cheat on Audrey. And definitely should have had him apologize to Audrey and officially break up with her because of that. I get that he did end up loving Mal also, but come on, man!

Audrey - Really hated her in the beginning. Over the last year or so, I've stopped hating her. That doesn't mean I like her

Chad - Well, he's Chad

Doug - Should have tone down the creepy factor in D1 and not the personality switch up in D2 when they go back to the Isle

Lonnie and Jane - Could have done so much more and much better things for them than what happened to them in the movies and Wicked World

Belle and Beast - What in the actual fuck!

VK parents - Not sure what to say here

That's all of the characters I can think of at the moment

[cherrybb-ily]

i finally watched the new episode last night and omg, I loved seeing that day from the guys persepective. It gave us more about the guys in depth and how each one has different attributes to the other.

Richie is this guarded guy who puts up a wall when he doesn't want to feel something, or he is scared to feel and acts out on that guard. Like the night of Halloween where he saw Jane with Buddy and how he snapped at Jane, where he has been shown to show real feelings for her but upon seeing her up close with someone else and got jealous he felt it was just easier to snap instead of talk through his feelings. His apology to Jane in the episode is so sweet, and I think it perfectly shows us more in depth how Richie wants to work through these feelings with Jane. Hit Me Again is also a really amazing song that I absolutely loves.

With Gil I love how we are opened up to him being Betty's older brother and their playful banter as siblings, and how he truly cares for his mother like not taking the money from the tip jar like his mom told him to because he knows she wants a new fridge. Then, throughout the episode when he was talking about Olivia and how he is only looking to date her, even when a woman at the bar was looking at him, is so sweet. I was heartbroken for him when Richie told him he couldn't date his sister with how his face dropped, and I was so happy for him when he was told later on that he could date Olivia and I loved it showed how happy was to hear that even when he was driving.

Potato has always been shown as this sweet guy but I like how this episode showed it more in depth with him taking care of his little siblings when his dad was passed out, and making his dad breakfast, and his siblings lunch. Also, with him and his dollar that he has for luck is really cute with how it's something he treasures and wants to keep safe. He also truly cares for his friends, and it's easily shown in this episode and throughout the show.

Shy Guy is an amazing guy, and it's truly shown with how he is with Cynthia and shown, especially in this episode. I love how we got to know more about him with the boxing and the pressure his dad puts on him. I also like how he stands his ground against Richie when he tried to make him fight the other dude, and how he is protective of his friends and would do anything for them. Like when he punches the tow guy in order to get the car back to get them home.

The scene with the four together opening up more is so sweet as it shows how they all truly care for one another. With Potato opening up about his Dad, how Shy Guy opened up about not boxing anymore, how Gil feels about his dad being gone and him being the man of the house since he was young, and how Richie is starting feeling things and messed it up. I love how it shows us the thought processes of these boys.

With Buddy I honestly felt for this episode with him finding out everything he has done throughout his life was never truly his own self, and that he never truly got his own accomplishments because of his father. I love how he is trying to do the things Jane wanted to do to include everyone, and how he is able to stand up to his dad in the end but I do wish he did tell Jane that he only won president because of his father. I truly hope that he does get a redemption with him coming out with the truth of his dad paying for him to be president, to finally say the rumors about Jane are false, and how he truly was the bad guy throughout everything.

All the songs in this episode were amazing, as always, and really shined a light on all of the guys voices, it was amazing to have a t-bird song, amazing to have a song that showed off Richie's voice, and a song that truly shows Buddy's inner turmoil.

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Now that the anthology is out I present my piece for it. I put the first part under the cut but the rest is on ao3 because of length. Despite this technically supposed to be about Germany I think the parts I'm most proud of are Liechtenstein's <3

warnings: none

ao3 link here!

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1832; Vienna

The day was unusually warm, especially for October. The children were playing just outside the gate, chasing each other around with seemingly no more purpose than a dog chasing its tail. The parents sat inside the gate, talking, only turning their heads when there was a particularly loud yelp from one of the children. Gilbert and Ludwig had arrived in Vienna a few days prior, but the trip had not been an easy one, so only three days later were they having their first full day together. 

“How are things in Frankfurt?” Roderich had shed his usual overcoat, due to both the heat, and the close company not requiring normal formalities. 

Gilbert laughed, “Maybe if you went to Frankfurt you would know” 

“Why would I go to Frankfurt when you can do it for me?” 

“Because I don’t go to Frankfurt either. Berlin or Königsberg” 

Erzsébet rolled her eyes, she had listened to them bicker for hundreds of years. It was a normal routine, not one she enjoyed the more it happened. There had been a few years of peace, not having to listen to them. But since the split custody of Ludwig had started, they had been seeing more and more of Gilbert. 

“How about we don’t talk about politics for once?” she suggested to both men. Her eyesight wandered away for a moment just to see Liesl finally catch her younger cousin, both children toppling to the ground. She laughed lightly, watching as they both got up and ran off farther as if nothing had happened. 

“We’re not talking politics” both men remained absolutely oblivious to the scene that had made Erzsébet laugh. “We’re discussing the good of the confederation” 

“Exactly!” Gilbert raised his nose in indignation, “And even if what would you rather we talk about? Housework?” Erzsébet hummed, “We could talk about why you’re here instead of returning to Berlin” 

“Why?” Gilbert changed his tone, “Want me out so you and your husband can be alone?” 

Roderich rolled his eyes, “We’re not married, I remind you, Gilbert” 

“You act it,” he shrugged, “And that’s close enough. House in the countryside, two kids, enough money from the government to live comfortably. I’d say you two could play family for at least the next century” 

Erzsébet’s eyes darted to the field, making sure Liesl and Ludwig weren’t close enough to hear. She sat up a little straighter out of habit, “We only have a daughter. Gilbert.” 

The whole group shifted uncomfortable with the topic being brought up. Ludwig’s split custody by all means should have never happened. 

Gilbert held the newborn in his arms. It felt odd, he hadn’t held a baby since Liesl was born almost a century earlier. Erzsébet had followed him to the door, repeating everything she had already told him ten times; she was worried he didn’t know how to take care of a baby. Truthfully he didn’t. He had to remind himself this hadn’t been his idea; Roderich and Erzsébet had come to him. 

The baby cried with every bump in the road. It made Gilbert less sure of himself every time it took him even a little too long to calm him. His nephew should be with his parents, not with him. Infants shouldn’t be taken on long trips like this either, it was a bad idea, he could get sick so easily. Erzí would kill him if her baby died within a couple weeks of Gilbert having him. He didn’t know what to do. All he could think was hold the newborn close, and talk to him. Things would be okay, he would see his mother and father before he knew it. Gilbert would happily be uncle Gil instead of papa; they just needed a few years to get things sorted. Yes. They were just getting things sorted. 

Split custody was good though, three months with Roderich, three months with Gilbert, then switch. Ludwig really didn’t move that much, and they usually spent holidays and most summers together anyway. Ludwig was only seven, he wouldn’t have had a second thought about being referred to as one of his aunt and uncle's children. Erzsébet was overly cautious though, always thinking someone could be listening from around the corner. Roderich didn’t seem as bothered by it, the silence wasn’t worth what had happened. 

Roderich promised himself it would only be a few years, once Napoleon lost power. Once France was banging down his door. He would have Ludwig back soon enough, and everything would be as it was supposed to. Until then they were to go about business as usual; no one knew of Erzsébet’s pregnancy, at least no one outside of the house, and Gilbert had sworn even now to keep Ludwig’s existence on the downlow. At least until things calmed down. 

Liesl had been asking questions though, Roderich and Erzsébet had assumed her old enough to understand the first time around what was happening. 

“Your baby brother is going to live with your onkel Gil, just for a little while, and then he’ll be back” Roderich knew he was lying to himself just as much as he was lying to her when he said it.

Napoleon couldn’t stay in power forever though, and the confederation of the Rhine wouldn’t be permanent. For a short time Roderich convinced himself Ludwig would be returned to them with the German Confederation; instead he was introduced to the split custody with Gilbert. Saying he was disappointed would be understating it, Erzsébet claimed to understand it, reminding Roderich seeing him for six months out of the year was better than not at all. 

1815, the first assembly of the German confederation. Erzsébet argued wanting to be there to ‘represent her people within the Austrian Empire” which was part of the confederation. She had more than one man scoff at her over it, but she was attending. Yes, for her people, but also for… 

“Gilbert said he would be here” She complained to Roderich, she only saw German states, too many of them. The only child in her line of vision being Luxembourg, who Gilbert was far too interested in. Ludwig was supposed to be here, where was her Ludwig? Nine years since she had seen her second child, and if he wasn’t here today as Gilbert had promised she was ready to knock heads. She sighed, turning away from Roderich, who had been hovering next to her the whole time. Her breath caught in her throat, Gilbert had just entered the room after disappearing for a few minutes. He had a boy in his arms, no older than four, he made eye contact with Erzsébet. Every noise in the room seemed to dull as Gilbert said something to the boy and he looked in her direction; she saw her son for the first time in nine years.

“Papa!” The conversation was stopped abruptly as Ludwig came running back in the gate, his hands cupped around something. He stopped in front of his father, a big smile on his face, “Guess what Lise and I found!” 

Gilbert's entire demeanor changed, adopting the same excited tone as his seven year old son; “What did you and Lise find?” 

Liesl appeared just at that moment, sitting down in an empty chair between her parents. The fifteen year old girl trying to catch her breath, after chasing Ludwig around and then following him all the way back to the garden. Roderich couldn’t help but note she had gotten mud on the bottom of her skirt; she must have fallen at some point. 

Ludwig opened his hands just a little to show his father, who promptly made a face; “Show your aunt” Gilbert told Ludwig, Erzsébet was wary for a moment. It wasn’t often her not-technically-brother-in-law had kind things in mind for her. 

Ludwig half-ran the short distance, bouncing as he stood in front of her, “Do you want to hold it?” 

“Mmm” Erzsébet hummed a bit, she wasn’t scared of much when it came to insects, small snakes, amphibians, or really anything else Ludwig would be able to find right outside the garden gate. If it disgusted Gilbert though she really wasn’t sure if she wanted to know, he wasn’t put off by much either. 

“Don’t worry mama,” Liesl tucked her legs under her, much to her fathers disgust thinking about the mud getting on her underclothes as well; Erzsébet couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the mumbling. It’s not as if he did the laundry. “It’s nothing that will hurt you, Onkel Gilbert is just being a baby.” 

Gilbert feigned offense, even though everyone there knew Liesl and her uncle had been poking fun at each other for decades. Most said Liesl picked it up from her father. 

Erzí looked back to her nephew, who was still bouncing, eagerly waiting for her answer; “Okay fine, let me see it” 

She held her hands out and immediately had a small frog given to her. Erzsébet tried not to laugh, cupping one hand over the other to keep it from hopping away; “Hundreds of years on battlefields and you're disgusted by a grass frog?” 

“They’re slimy!” Gilbert argued, shaking his head as if the mere image of the frog disgusted him. Roderich rolled his eyes, he had no interest in holding the frog, but even he wasn’t so disgusted by such simple things. 

Erzsébet got out of her seat, setting the frog under a bush not far away, and watching it hop off. She noted the sun starting to disappear under the horizon. “I think it should be dinner time soon, what do you all think?” 

“Absolutely!” Gilbert stretched a little, wrapping his arm around Ludwig to doubly make sure the boy wouldn't slip off. “I’m starving, I could eat a horse” 

“I’m hungry too.” Ludwig followed his father. “I could eat two horses” 

“You know Ludwig, after dinner you have to go to bed” 

The small boy went quiet very quickly, before taking back his statement “I’m not hungry anymore.” 

A small chuckle came from all the adults, Erzsébet shrugged. “Then I suppose you can just watch while we all eat the goulash that’s simmering on the stove right now” 

Ludwig backpedaled once again, “No. I am hungry.” 

“Still so hungry you could eat two horses?” Erzsébet inquired. 

“Two and a half horses!”  

[empress-pug]

Kim Dokja x gn!Reader is now entering the FLUFF ballroom…

SYPNOSIS/REQUEST - “I want an orv x reader with mc who very surprisingly doesn’t seem all that worried about a lot of stuff, especially Kim dokja habit of sacrificing himself, she gets scared each time he dies but isn’t worried.

CONTENT WARNINGS: nothing that I know of &lt;3

Slightly proof read

When people are hurt, most people worry- people are fragile creatures after all. It would be considered in humane if one didn’t worry about an injured person, right? Well, yes in most cases the unworried person might be frowned upon.

But when the scenarios came, there was a decrease of worried peopl- most people actually might want to kill others or want others to die, not by their hands though.

Dokja knew someone who was shunned by society for being heartless, they were in the same company after all, the same position, doing minimum work, and finally- they were friends.

They spoke about the web novel dokja talked about while they hid away from the judgeTul stares of others.

_____

Even when the scenarios started some people judged you for being too dull to other peoples injuries, even some of Dokja companions found you slightly weird- But dokja, even throughout all your ‘faults’ still loved you.

And part of him was relived that you didn’t worry as much as others, because if you were too much of a worrywart to a self scaraficer like Dokja, then it could cause a lot of disagreements. As Little as you showed worry, Dokja was grateful you worried at all.

It’s known how mistreated and shunned he was back then, so even if you worry when he dies then he’s still grateful. And not being hindered when he sacarfices himself makes him care for you even more, you guys are like how training companions are after working for years together and seeing each other’s weaknesses and strengths.

Dokja worries for you, loves and protects your ‘blind spots’, while you give him the love he lacked when he was younger- helping him with whatever.

And to be honest, the first time he ever died was one of the rare and few times you ever felt a surge of worry and anger flow through you uncontrollably. Seeing a loved one die for others was as uncontrollable as the tide, and the amount of relief you felt when you had seen him alive was just enough to make you tear up.

Letting others see just how strong the bond between you and Dokja was, of course the first to accept you was lee Gil young whom everyone joked to be yours and Dokjas long lost son. He’s actually my son but yk.

——

And if you guys ever do fight about how you never worry, let’s just say it’s not above Dokja to try and figure out a solution that sits right with the both of you.

[heartofwritiing]

“ you know that’s not the case. she adores you. “

With Druig, obviously!! lol ❤️❤️

Adore you

paring: Druig x fem!eternal!reader

summary: druig is jealous of everyone having your attention instead of him.

a/n: ITS JEALOUS DRUIG TIME WOOH! lol I couldn’t decide if I wanted to make this a dad!druig fic or what it tured out to be. But i hope you like what it did!! :) if anyone wants to request another prompt check out the list heree

warning(s): *chants* JEALOUSY JEALOUSY, insecure thoughts, (why do i do this to him? idk. 😭) fluff, established relationships, mentions of eternals split, unedited. please ignore any mistakes i made!

Druig watched from the sidelines as you danced in a crowd with Sprite. He wasn’t jealous. That's what he kept repeating in his head. Whenever he would see you interacting with the other Eternals something inside him would build and fester every time until he felt like he was going to snap. 

He saw the way you held hands with Sprite as you both spun around giggling and smiling, enjoying the moment and the music around you. He ignored the ache in his chest he always wanted to be close to you and while he wasn't one for dancing he still wanted to be in Sprite's place. 

Soon the dance required you to change partners and you switched with Seris trading Sprite for Ikaris. The scowl Druig had on his features was hard and looked as though it could wipe out entire planets. He was furious. Seeing you dance with the one person he detested the most in your group, having you in his arms as you smiled sweetly up at him was driving Druig insane. 

You had no clue what you were doing to him of course but he couldn’t help the emotions that built up in his chest. He had never understood affection and love until he met you. It was almost like you were made to be together, one wouldn’t exist without the other. You were both tied together by fate in an indescribable way. 

you danced happily as Ikaris spun you around the dance floor. Your mood shifted for a moment sensing someone was watching you. It was a feeling creeping up your back and it made you uneasy. It wasn’t until the music ended and you were clapping along with the rest of the dancers that you looked around the room and saw Druig staring right at you. You frowned seeing a scowl stretched across his face. 

You could sense something was wrong, he shifted on his feet and his shoulders were stiff. When you were finally making your way over to him Sersi comes and pulls you aside deviating from your path. 

You forgot about Druig for a moment as Sersi was chatting with you about the locals and their traditions. You just smiled and listened to her politely but you knew Sersi could go on for days. 

You were then pulled into a debate with Gil and Kingo. Both argued who was the strongest between the two Eternals. You knew it was Gil for obvious reasons, but you just wanted to quickly get out of this conversation. Not that you didn’t care, it's just you were worried about Druig. Everyone was trying to engage in conversations with you tonight as you kept getting pulled into them. You were polite of course and talked to them but it really was driving you mad. 

Druig watched the whole time almost growling as everyone around you had your undivided attention. He hadn’t spoken to you in almost two full hours. He knows he's crazy for being so possessive but he really didn’t care. He wanted you all to himself, all the time. 

He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t realize Ajak had joined his side. She stood gracefully with her hands folded in front of her. Her long dark hair fell down her back and she looked at him with a soft look in her eyes. 

“I know how difficult it must be for you, not being able to have her attention for more than a mere hour.” She states. 

He looks at her as if to say, no you don’t. If he’s learned anything with Ajak as his leader and as the mother figure of the group. It’s not to argue with her about certain things. 

“and it may seem like you're not the most important thing to her, but you know that’s not the case. she adores you,” she assures. 

He knows that. Sometimes he just needs that reminder. Because he still can’t believe it. Even if you remind him countless times.

“and I know you adore her just as much, we don't know how much time we have left here ask her to marry you, or else you’ll regret it.” with that Ajak leaves Druig alone and he's left with a flabbergasted look on his face. The thought had crossed his mind about marriage before. It was something humans did to symbolize their love for each other for eternity. He remembered how happy everyone was when Sersi and Ikaris were wed. It was a beautiful ceremony in the Gupta empire that left everyone ecstatic for the two. 

You couldn’t stop talking with Sersi about it days before it was to take place. Helping her with any preparations and He watched as you cried happily the day of their wedding when they were both pronounced husband and wife. It made you so happy to see the two so in love. 

Druig was pulled out of his thoughts when he saw you finally coming over to him. You finally stood in front of him. He smiled and quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his nose in your neck. You squeeze him back while his hands grabbed at your waist and hips. It caught you a little off guard at how clingy he was being but you let him touch you

“Hello my love,” he says into your neck. 

“Hello, what's the matter?” You giggled pulling away from him a little. 

He shook his head and leaned down to capture your lips in his. 

“Nothing, just miss you s’all.” he purrs in between kisses. You cup his cheeks with the palms of your hands and kiss his nose. 

“Join me for a moonlight stroll, my love?” you asked his eyes bearing into yours. He looks at you like youre the whole universe right in front of him. He smiles and nods linking your arm with his as you both walk outside towards the gates of the city. 

-

You both stroll along the tree line outside of the city. The moon is high and beaming down casting a bluish light. You enjoy the night breeze when it flows through your hair and Druig is in awe as he stares at you. He admires how the moonlight complements your skin tone nicely. How genuinely happy you seem arm in arm with him. 

“What’s troubling you, my love? you’re quieter tonight.” you suddenly speak. 

Druig was usually more talkative when you two were alone but you could sense something was off in the way he would only hum in replies when you spoke. You mostly talked about the others and you could tell he 

He shrugs. You turn to him and stop taking your hands in his and lace your fingers together squeezing them gently. A reminder that there was no judgment between you and that you would listen to whatever he had to say. 

“Don’t shut me out, tell me what's wrong I can feel something is not right.” 

He sighs in defeat knowing he couldnt help it with you. You were his weakness. 

“Okay, I may have gotten a little jealous tonight, seeing you interact with everyone.” He revels sheepishly. Your jaw drops and you giggle. 

“You were jealous?” You question bitting your lip. 

You couldn't even imagine Druig being envious about anything. It wasn’t like him at all to be that way. 

“Ajak told me something tonight,” He trailed off trying to find the words. “ she said I shouldn’t wait any longer to say how I feel.”  

He got down onto one knee and pulled something out of his pocket. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, you saw a gold band pinched between his fingers. Druig looked up at you with so much love in his eyes as he talked. He had been planning this for so long but he felt now was the right moment. 

“I have loved you since I first met you, since I saw you on the Domo all those years ago. and while I have a hard time showing my true feels most of the time, there's no one else I'd rather speed my immortal life with than you my love.” 

taking your other hand in his, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Would you do me the honor of letting me bind us together forever? and marry me?” 

You couldn’t help the little laugh mixed with a cry as you nodded your head frantically not missing a beat. 

“yes, yes!” you throw your arms around his shoulders and tackle him in an embrace. Druig falls back into the dirt and wraps his arm around your waist. You're both smiling and laughing like idiots as you pull away and he slips the ring onto your finger. You sniffle and lean forward to kiss him. His lips move with yours in a passionate kiss as you hold each other. Not caring about going back to the party any time soon, wanting to spend this moment together forever. The only thing that mattered was the two of you and nothing else. 

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[cityandking]

photo album, mixtape, psyche, shooting star for minah, vesper, & caes!

tyyyyy!! // oc ask meme

photo album: describe one of your OCs’ favorite memories.

MINAH — answered! VESPER — sitting in solas' study talking about some semi-obscure magical theory and being delighted by the way solas approached it from his (assumed) hedgemage perspective and how that reframing added something she'd missed in her circle education. dorian, overhearing them, had leaned over the banister from the library above and was so insistent on getting in on the discussion that he was halfway through a lecture before solas asked if perhaps he'd care to join them for tea and scones, or if he was too loathe to abandon his pulpit. they'd been at it so late that leliana had dinner sent over, and vesper had just been satisfied and thrilled and grateful, which were novel and delightful things to feel in the middle of the war and the chaos. CAES — also answered!

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

MINAH — 1. bad blood - bastille (all this bad blood here / won't you let it dry? / it's been cold for years / won't you let it lie?) 2. part of me - noah kahan (even through the pain, I can't recall your face / just the ache of knowing everything was gonna change / I got so close to love with you, my dear / but I don't miss you / I miss the way you made me feel) 3. final girl - chvrches (telling all the tales took time that I just do not have / sifting further through the wreckage, I think you just have to laugh) 4. you can run - adam jones (truth gonna come out, someday / it's gonna wipe that smile right off your face) 5. liar - the arcadian wild (my life’s become this grand game of deception / my mind’s ignored all my heart’s good intentions) VESPER — 1. dear doubt - michael schulte (dear doubt, you wore out a path to my door / and it's needless to say that there's no way that I want you here) 2. make them gold - chvrches (we are made up of our longest days / we are falling but not alone / we will take the best parts of ourselves / and make them gold) 3. son - sleeping at last (so I will try, try, try to breathe / 'til it turns to muscle memory / I'm only steady on my knees / but one day, I'll stand on my own two feet) 4. woodblock - joe gil (I don't have to take my burdens home / I don't have to do this on my own) 5. be yourself - harrison storm (take on the colors on / and fire fight the winter storms) CAES — 1. everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears (all for freedom and for pleasure / nothing ever lasts forever / everybody wants to rule the world) 2. forces of the unseen - cloud cult (I'm gonna make it through, you'll see / I swear I'll prove you wrong / you haven't seen the last of me / I am way too strong) 3. culling of the fold - the decemberists (listen up boy / and listen up girl / it's a shallow little trench / and it's giving off a stench / it's a shallow little world) 4. heat stroke - black math (you're breathin' hard but I still got a hundred miles / untouchable I live for this / I breathe for this / I bleed for this) 5. my songs know what you did in the dark - fall out boy (be careful making wishes in the dark / can't be sure when they've hit their mark / and besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart)

psyche: what’s their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?

MINAH — it... could be worse? like it's not great up there but she's perfectly functional. she just ignores some stuff (or obsesses over it too much, or swings wildly between the two). processing emotions is not really part of her skill set, so most of her coping mechanisms are rooted in avoidance, distraction, and deflection all piled together into a wobbly card tower of maladaptive techniques. but honestly, she's fine. VESPER — her headspace is mostly just bleak. kind of a constant churn of what-if and not-again. she's definitely got a bit of an undiagnosed anxiety thing going on, but she copes with it pretty well all things considered. her emotional processing works overtime to keep up with how much thinking she does all the damn time, and her coping mechanisms tend to be Working Even More. one of the upsides of the inquisition is that she finally gets a proper support network. CAES — pristine. you've never met anyone better at compartmentalizing. he's a horrible little man who doesn't know how to let go of a grudge but he will have it sorted by date, location, responsible parties, and weather at the time. I'm not sure he "processes" his emotions but he sure does Do Something About Them (exact revenge, be petty, plot people's downfalls, etc.)

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?

MINAH — she doesn't know. she's so torn about what she wants most that it would be almost impossible for her to choose just one thing to wish for. maybe to go back and do it all over again. maybe just to have all the facts, so at least she'd know what went wrong. VESPER — part of her would feel obligated to wish for things for other people—a stop to the fighting, peace in southern thedas, that sort of thing. I think probably in actually she'd wish for happiness, or the chance to talk to solas again—to try to change his mind, or just to understand why he's so determined to continue down this path. CAES — power, probably. the sort of power you can dangle over people's heads; the sort of power that works quiet and in secret and bends the world to your will. it's why he wanted so badly to join the magisterium—it may be cutthroat and bloody and twisted, but it's also the center of everything and a great place to be to get shit done.

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

I wrote this yesterday and I'll need to completely rewrite it, but I thought I'd share anyway.

Idk, I just want some positive interaction.

It's that thing in which Harry and Uma get married after Core 4 chose good except I didn't get that far.

They chose good.

They chose good, they said, and left the Isle as it is. Left the Isle children in the prison they were born into.

They chose good, they said.

Gil stares at the TV in Chip Shoppe in disbelief as the restaurant descends into chaos, the faint music and royal declarations completely driven out by dreams full of frustrated rage.

If he looked up, he’d see Uma, alternating between clutching her necklace, Harry’s hook, and stabbing a table with her knife, as one does, and Harry, looking at Uma with sad eyes only to glare daggers at the TV the next moment.

„Traitors!“

Bonny and Gonzo yelling obscenities at the screen, while Jonas holds Desiree down so she wouldn’t destroy their only source of outside news and soap operas.

„Bloody backstabbers, feed the to the sharks, skin them alive, make them hurt–“ the sentence is interrupted by something that certainly aren’t sobs, and Gil doesn’t want to look up.

He is a coward, just like his father said, isn’t he?

He just doesn’t want to see his friends hurting.

He doesn’t want to see the de Vil cousins, huddled up together in a corner, caught in their own private circle of hell. Torn between being happy for their youngest cousin, and a burning rage at the whole world.

Gil is glad to say he can’t relate, even if it isn’t a good thing necessarily. Everyone he cares about is still on the Isle, and he doesn’t even feel angry. Just a bit disappointed, and sad. But not surprised.

It’s weird that Uma is surprised, isn’t it?

She always sees the best in people.

Gil finally looks up at her.She is shaking her head, her braids flying everywhere like in a storm. There are shattered plates at her feet.

The TV is still playing.

More royal blue and lavish gold and, of course, purple that drives Uma into rage and tears.Gil gets up and turns off the TV.

No one even notices, save maybe for Harry, who briefly nods at him before turning back to Uma. Normally, Gil would smile at this, but today? He quietly sits back down and takes a sip of his drink, which doesn’t burn nearly enough for the circumstances.

„When we get out, we will show them all what it means to be an Isle kid!“ Uma declares, looking around the restaurant, and the pirates shout their agreement.

„We will tear them apart-“

„Auradon will be ours!“

„The lands and the seas!“

„We ride with the tide!“

Gil isn’t sure whether the Captain or the first mate gave the order to get on the ship, he just knows that they did. And the order to get alcohol? Well, that might have been unspoken for all the pirates care.

Gil stops in front of the door, letting everyone else pass, while Uma and Harry walk in the front. Well, not everyone.

When he checks the room, he sees the de Vil cousins, still sitting by their table. They make no move to leave.

„You good there, guys?“ he asks.He only receives three blank stares in return, before Hunter shakes his head and answers: „Yeah. We will join you in a moment. Just–“ he doesn’t finish the sentence, and Gil can understand why, really.

„Okay, then,“ he nods at them, „If you need anything, just shout.“

„We won’t need anything,“ answers Ivy, „We are fine.“

That, in itself, means that they are not fine, but Gil knows better than to press. They said they’ll be fine, so he needs to leave, tell the Captain where they are, and ideally remember to check up on them later.

Similarly, it isn’t really his problem if the de Vils help themselves to some of the alcohol that was left at the shop, especially as the crew solidly raided both Hook and Ursula anyway.

[taran-chan]

Look, all of the prompts are amazing, but can I get “please kiss me” and maybe “I will never get enough of you” if it doesn’t trouble you at all?

Happy Smutty Sunday!!

3. “Please kiss me” 15. “I can’t get enough of you”

The thick and humid summer air wafts over her like a liquid, even at night time. Sweats run along her back, tickling her skin and her hair sticks to her neck. They’ve been partying since midday, celebrating their latest victory and the birth of a new kingdom, with their chosen king. The room is crowded and loud, too loud; their family, and king and knights and nobles. And yet, when he puts his mouth against her ear, all noises drowned out like they’re underwater and alone in a bubble.

“I can smell you.”

She shivers, involuntarily lets out a gasp. She’s been wanting him since she woke up this morning with his cock buried inside her and hasn’t stopped. He can tell. It’s a game between them, to see who would last longer. She knows she does a number on him today with her looks and subtle brushes along his arm, and of course, showing off in the battle. She can hear his ragged breaths, see the lust in his eyes mixed with love and admiration, feel the heat radiating from his body in waves. Now it’s clear that he also knows what he does to her, snapping the neck of that Deviant with one hand, and later using that same hand to catch a few locks of her hair between his fingers and kiss them in an intimate and worshiping manner that all these little humans can’t even fathom.

“Can you?” She smirks, taking an agonizing step back to stretch their distance, but he catches her by her waist and draws her to him before she can turn away. Their chests collide and Gil lowers his head to touch his forehead to hers.

It’s unbearable. The thought of letting her slip away again tonight. He’s done playing.

“Please kiss me.”

“Finally,” Thena growls. She slants her lips over his, allowing him to drink her in like he’s about to die of thirst. He makes a sound like a sob, lifting her off the ground.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” she purrs when they part for air.

Their room is too far away, even with Eternal speed. He finds an empty room on the first door he tries, barely closing it when she pushes him against the wall and starts to climb him like a tree. He switches them and her back feels the chill of stone, but not for long before he squeezes his hands in between, rubbing his warmth to her skin.

“Let me see it,” he says between kisses. She bites his lower lip as her clothes fall off layer by layer. He nips at the small patch of red skin just below her collarbone, the mark he left on her when they made love this morning. The one she left on him is much lower.

“It’s fading,” he says.

“Maybe I’ll let you leave another.”

“Spoiled me rotten, aren’t you?” He grits his teeth when she manages to pull his cock down, hot and pulsing and ready. He’s still fumbling with the last layer of silk wrapping around her hips.

“Rip it,” she grinds at him. Nothing sounds better than the tear of fabric at that moment. He’s always so careful with her clothes that it annoys her at times like this.

She moans loudly when he enters her, tightening her legs around him.

“Baby, if you want this, you have to be quiet,” he whispers, keeping his strokes steady.

“Do I?” She asks breathlessly.

“Someone might pass this hall.”

“Then make me,” she wraps her arm around his neck. He grabs her chin and kisses her, weaving their tongues together. She rocks her hips in tune with his, her arousal dripping heavily onto the floor. Her lewd sounds are muffled by his mouth. He presses her deep into the wall and the position makes his cock hit her cervix, shaking her body with the force of each thrust.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he tears his lips away from her to start sucking and licking her neck.

“Harder,” she pants, her orgasm within her grasp. Just then, Gil hears footsteps and laughter heading toward them. He doesn’t stop, slipping two of his fingers into her mouth. As the feet are right behind the door, he feels Thena coming, quivering and sucking at his finger deliriously. Her eyes are hooded and the normal emerald green nearly turns into moss green, dazed by want and ecstasy. He groans into her cheek, pulling her closer as he rides out his pleasure.

She releases his fingers from her mouth but holds his hand and rubs her face on his palm lovingly. She’s incredibly adorable after a good orgasm and it makes his heart swell with love. The humans have long gone without a clue of what’s going on in this room.

“That’s new,” he can’t help but tease, “You get off on thinking other people might hear us?”

“Shh…” She nuzzles his neck, smelling his soothing scent. He smells like home.

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! Newbie here🙈 it took me months to send my first request. Can I request something like witch Thena randomly seeing Gilgamesh in the forest and playing with her magic so she randomly turned him into a baby bear. And of course she had to face the consequences of taking care of him because bear Gil doesn't leave her alone, he always finds his way to Thena. So Thena finally gave up and took care of him, she hated it at first but bear Gilgamesh is just so cute and is all clingy to her and would also throw cute tantrums. She had to endure how messy bear Gil eats and how he needs to be cuddled up to sleep. And each night Thena tries to put a spell or a potion on him and at one point there's this last potion she has left and it didn't work. Bear Gil was just teary when it didn't work on him and Thena just had to apologize because she turned a random person into a bear forever, she could only cuddle him to sleep. But when she woke up, she wasn't expecting that the small bear she was cuddling last night was back into its original form and still cuddling with her.

And thank you! I hope this is not a lot, bye😭🙈

Thena huffed as a nose nudged her elbow. "What?"

The bear whined/growled at her, her cloak between his teeth.

She sighed. There was once a time she would have given it her coldest glare and yelled at it to get away from her. But she accepted the cloak before pulling it around her shoulders, "thank you."

The bear moaned before lumbering across the fire from her. He sat patiently, knowing how this worked by now.

It was far from their first attempt to change him back into a human.

If she knew how she had turned him in the first place, she would undo it. But it had been reactive--instinctive! She had felt a presence in the precious isolation of her northern forest and responded by sending out a burst of magic as a hand grasped her shoulder. Then, the next thing she knew, there was a small bear lying in the snow.

He was all paws, at first. Clumsy, unused to this body. She reasoned that time as a bear would do him some good! Humans were such terrible creatures, no magic at all, unconnected from the elements and the world around them.

But the bear toddled after her, whining and growling in its frustration. She had slammed her door in its face at first. But when the chill of the night set in, as did her guilt. She had only intended to let it in to warm by her fire for the night. Then she would find it a new home.

But the bear made itself at home. He got into her honey, pawed at her spell books, even made his way to her bed to snuggle up to her! She had half a mind to turn it into a mealyworm for that, but maybe its pitiful little face had gotten to her. She said just that night!

Now it was later, a number of new moons past. She couldn't undo it--she couldn't even figure out what exactly she had done to cause it! And the creature once a human trapped as a bear cub was now a midsize bear. He had acclimated to his new form, and cooperated as she tried to find ways to undo her magic.

It wasn't a spell, because spells wore off, or changed with the condition of the subject. It wasn't a hex, that couldn't be completed by reflex alone. And it wasn't a curse, because nothing had happened to her in the process. Nothing tethered her life to his.

But she had a duty to him, nonetheless. He had gotten too big for her bed, but he still slept by her hearth every night, she still shared her meals and they tried spells and potions every night together.

"This might be it," she dared to speak aloud as the steam from the potion receded. Its colour turned, and she could practically see her face in the surface of the viscous matter. She picked up a ladle of it and offered the bowl.

The bear sniffed it and recoiled, sticking out its tongue.

"Oh, stop," she chided him, still holding it out.

He puffed through his nose before accepting it in his paws. They were twice the size of her hands, now. He sniffed at it a little more before taking a lick.

She smiled as he flinched. "It's steaming hot, you."

He made a variety of sounds, and she wondered if she would ever know what he sounded like as a human. He set the bowl down and took a mouthful of snow before eating the potion with his grotesque teeth.

Thena held her breath, gripping the edges of her cloak as they waited for a reaction. The wind even this far up the mountain was chilly, but he was now to the size where they didn't really want to experiment with spells inside the cottage. The last one had doubled the volume of his fur, creating a mess that took her a week to clean in total.

He looked around him for a few moments, then at his paws, before slumping down in the snow again. It didn't work.

Thena looked down at her feet in the snow as well. Yet another failure. It wasn't just the potion, it was how truly saddened he seemed. Perhaps he was yearning for home. Perhaps it was nearing a time in his human life of significant importance. She hadn't exactly gotten around to asking if he had a family waiting for him.

The bear sat up again, although his ears had a heavy droop to them. He moaned faintly, his breath showing in the cold air from his muzzle.

Thena's throat clenched. For every time that didn't work, this was the worst. Their hopes had been high, and after more than half a year, she really did think she had found the right mix.

She had even gotten his hopes up about it. They had read the spell book together, gathered the ingredients. She had told him that perhaps this would do it--a potion to revert the development of cells. Technically it was for unpickling a vegetable, but she had done her research, and she was confident she could use it on a living subject.

She had practised on fish! All of which went to him as a meal to reward him for his help. But she had successfully used it.

"I'm so sorry."

The bear lifted its head, and even seated, he could see eye to eye with her. Even the breath from his wet black nose was visible in the air.

"I thought-" she pressed her lips shut as her throat squeezed again. She had no right to cry. It was his life which had been changed irreparably. She moved her hand to his head, rubbing the soft black fur there and around his much softer ears. When he would sneak into her bed for warmth, she would play with them while he slept. "I thought this would be the one."

The bear bellowed gently, moving his snout to brush his nose against her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder. His arm tucked her closer to him, his paw hanging loosely so he wouldn't claw her by accident. Bears had amazingly warm bodies.

Thena sighed against his neck. He smelled much better now than he did when he was small, always getting his food everywhere and needing to be brushed. She patted his shoulder, "come on."

He followed her silently, kicking snow up with his paws behind him to douse their fire. It was a sombre occasion; they could come back for her cauldron in the morning.

Thena tried to keep her tears at bay as they walked back into the cottage. She hung up her cloak while her companion lumbered right over to the fire. He dropped down on the rug she had woven for him more heavily than ever. Her heart twisted again.

He stirred as he felt her against his back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again, pressing the tears she couldn't contain into his fur. He huffed and she nuzzled into him until it rustled her hair, "I'm sorry I have altered your life so. It was never my intention."

He didn't exactly have a reply for her.

"I won't stop," she promised, leaning more heavily against his shoulder. She was exhausted. "I won't stop until I change you back."

Even if he was a human. Even if he hated her. Even if he yelled and screamed at her as soon as he was back to being a man. She couldn't blame him for it, now could she? Even if he returned with a pitchfork to burn their cottage to the ground.

No: her cottage.

She had brought him into her home. But for him, this was just a shelter from the cold, after she had turned him into a beast. Surely he was yearning for his own home. Was he missing a wife who would say soft things to him at night? Did he have children who asked every night where their father had gone? Did their mother tell them stories of wicked witches who snapped away handsome men to be their familiar servants for all their lives?

She would try the potion again. She would test it more. She would test it on more species, larger and more varied. If a witch's life was devoted to magic and the pursuit of its endless knowledge, then she had a new mission. Her only reason for all her days forward was helping this bear become a man again. A man who would hate her and curse her name for generations to come.

She had no idea how she could sleep at all with thoughts like that in her head. But she had indeed slept, her face buried in the bear's soft fur, smelling of the smoke from the fire. But he was just so warm. She nuzzled her face against it again, even coming her fingers through it.

It didn't feel the same, though. And he wasn't as soft as he had felt the night before, either. She winced as she tried to drag herself awake. Potions still required magic, and creating a new potion or casting a new spell every night had her at her limit.

"You okay?"

"Hm," she sighed, blinking as the sun hit her eyes. She was still on the floor, she realised as she looked up at the hearth, eating up the smoke from the fire that had gone out in the night. She should have been freezing, though, if that were the case. Why wasn't she in her bed? She was on the floor. She was on...a chest.

Her head shot up. It wasn't her bear, with his massive black eyes and cold, wet nose. It was a human. A human man with a face, and a smile. It was a nice smile. He had a soft voice.

"Hey."

[sunnyie-eve]

9 | The Same

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Honey, we thought in order to get more VK's to sign up for the program that it would be great if you went over to pass out and hang up the four's posters. Volunteer to show we want to give more a chance as well." Belle tells Bella as she walks into their office.

"You of course would have someone with you for protection just in case something goes wrong with certain VK's." Adam adds.

"Why me and not Ben? It's his thing." She says confused.

"Because you still need to do your duties as the Princess." Belle gives her a look.

"Fine, I'll do it for my brother because I'm a good sister." Bella gives them a fake smile.

"Great, the limo is outside waiting for you."

"Oh, now?" Bella rushes for the door to leave not wanting to make her parents mad.

Arriving at the Isle people watch her get out of the limo. She explains she's there to help spread word about the VK program and passes out flyers and posters to those who wanted to help.

"Princess Isabella." Dizzy goes over to her.

"Dizzy, right? And just call me Bella." Bella gives her a smile.

"Yes, I can't believe King Ben is giving more VK's a chance at living in Auradon." She jumps in joy.

"Well, after seeing how it is here for you guys he wanted to change that for some of you guys." Bella tells her with a smile.

"It's nice you came over to help to get more people to join. It's showing progress of Auradon." Dizzy says so Bella just looks at her for a few seconds.

"It really is thanks to Ben. And me... I'll take a little credit since I put the thought in his head in the very beginning." Bella laughs.

"Well, thank you." Dizzy hugs her so Bella hugs her back.

The two of them work together putting up posters till Dizzy stops, "I don't have any money." Bella looks back confused only to see Harry.

"You steal from younger kids, really?"

"I haven't done it since Uma left. But I hear the Princess was here so I finally found her." He smiles walking closer to them.

"And why are you looking for me? That's a little creepy."

"I was just curious what the Princess was doing here again, but I see this time it's one of her duties and not for fun like last time." He smiles eyeing her head to toe. She was a beauty in his eyes and he loved what he saw. Since he met her, his mind has only been able to think about her wanting to see her again. 

"Exactly, I'm here for my Princess duties and not for fun like last time. So excuse me, I'm quite busy." Bella lets him know, "Dizzy, where's another good spot to put up posters?" Bella turns to her.

"Oh, follow me!" Dizzy takes off so Bella nods her head at Harry leaving to follow Dizzy.

Just like Harry, Bella hasn't been able to get him out of her mind too. Never once back home has a guy ever caught her eye until she ran into him. He was breath taking and what really reeled her in was those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

"How do you know Harry?" Dizzy asks as they put up Evie posters together. 

"When I was here last he kidnapped my brother and the whole time we chatted. Not to mention, I kept stealing from him for fun to pass time." Bella tells her and that was it. 

"Just be careful with him." Dizzy lets her know, "He's a big flirt with anyone he finds attractive." She adds. 

"Get that junk off my pub!" They look over to see a guy tearing down some posters that other kids put. The man turns and points at Bella, "Princess Isabella." He smiles walking over to her. 

"Umm," Bella looks at the man then it hits her, "Gaston." She forces a smile, "My mother says hello." She lies to him.

"She does?" He says surprised.

"She does. She wishes you are doing well. Oh, hey Gil." She feels some relief seeing him. 

"Oh, Bebe! Dad, you met Bella. She's just like her mother, huh?" Gil joins them.

"Looks exactly like her. You have her eyes." 

"Yes, I'm sorry but I have to get back to putting up posters then I have to get going. I promise not to put any on your building. Have a good day." Bella grabs Dizzy's arm to leave. 

"the was awkward." Dizzy tells her.

"No, kidding."

After a few more hours for working it was time for Bella to head back home. She tells dizzy goodbye and can't wait to see her again. As she was getting into limo a hand grabs her wrist making her two guards move Harry away from her.

"I just wanted to give the Princess a gift, gentlemen." He chuckles looking at them.

"It's okay." Bella tells them so Harry walks towards.

"For you." He shows her a red stone ring, "It was my father's. He gave it to me but I want to give it to you. To remember me while you're stuck at home wishing for an adventure." He smiles sliding it on her finger.

"Harry, I can't take you're father's ring as a gift." She tries to give it back to him. 

"Yes, you can Princess. He gave me permission to. Till next time." He kisses the top of her hand before walking off. Bella just gets in the limo to head home so confused about how she felt about Harry. 

Meanwhile back in Auradon, Ben was searching everywhere for his sister, "Father have you seen Bella?" He passes his father passing him in the hall.

"She should be coming back from visiting the Isle to promote your VK program." His father tells him.

"Bella went to the Isle alone?" 

"She had two guards with her incase anything happened. Why are you so worried?" Adam asks confused.

"I just don't exactly trust Hook's son around her. Not to mention he's part of Uma's crew." Ben sighs as Bella shows up. 

"How was the visit, dear?" Adam gives her a smile.

"It was great. Spent the whole time with Dizzy. Just one awkward moment running into Gaston having to talk to him." She laughs a bit.

"You see Harry?" Ben asks.

"No, I didn't see him. Just Gil with his father." She lies to him. "I'm gonna go tell Evie how much I adore Dizzy." She leaves the two to go see Evie at her place. "Evie, guess what I did today?" Bella walks inside.

"Go on a great adventure?" Evie says working on a dress.

"Sorta, I was sent to the Isle by my parents to help get kids to sign up so I spent the whole day working with Dizzy."

"Dizzy? She's so sweet isn't she?" Evie stops working.

"She is. I love her so much." 

"Anything else happen?" Evie takes a seat.

"Awkward conversion with Gaston. I lied saying that my mom says hello." Bella takes a seat too.

"Did you happen to run into a certain pirate who carries around a hook he doesn't need?" Evie smiles at her.

"Maybe but to Ben, I didn't." She makes clear so she doesn't tell Ben.

"And?"

"And what?" Bella laughs.

"Come on, Ben said you two seemed close playing around. And when he came to deliver the message for Mal, the looks between you two..." Evie tries to get something out of her.

"That was nothing. There's nothing there. I was just doing that to annoy him and I don't even know him. And he kidnaped my brother, Evie." Bella explains to her.

"Your father held your mother as a prisoner for awhile when she traded spots with your grandfather. Look now they're married with two kids." Evie makes a point. 

"It's not the same." 

"Isabella." Evie says her name in a tone, "The Beast let Belle go about the castle instead of locked in the dungeon. Harry let you wonder around the ship instead of tied up like Ben. Belle gets along with the nice household objects. You got along with Gil. Despite the Beast being a little rude after saving Belle, she starts to fall for him. Despite Harry being a VK and wanting to hook Ben, you play around with him in a flirty way and open up to him a bit. I say it's the same."

"Are you done?" Bella gives her a look.

"If you admit it, yes." Evie smiles.

"Okay, it's kinda the same. I am my mother." Bella whines, "But this is Harry Hook, it's never going to happen. He's there, I'm here and there's constantly a barrier up."

"And you're the Princess, who has access to go over there anytime you want. Heck, if you want to see what could happen go get to know him. And as a VK who grew up on the Isle with him and knew him... He has his moments but he's also very loyal and protective." Evie lets her know, "Our secret from Ben. As you told me, you don't need a prince."

[redheadspark]

👋🏿 for your falling in love Prompts

1. "I genuinely don't know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I'm going a little crazy." With Druig.

Happy Writing!

A/N - SQUEEEAALLLL!!! This is PERFECT for Druig and Clío, dear Stella. Thank you for requesting it, bestie!!

This is in the Melody Universe but way in the beginning, right around the time they get together and they first say "I love you" to one another. :)

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Summary - Druig finds himself tongue-tied with Clío around, wishing he could say the very three words that would change everything for them.

Warnings - Just some good ol' fluff for our couple

"You have everything?"

"I think so, I'm not sure..."

Gilgamesh chuckled as Druig was looking at the small basket he made for the picnic he planned out for himself and Clío, making sure there was enough of her favorite fruit and his favorite cheese too. His mind was going a bit on overdrive at the moment, fingers clumsily pushing through some of the food that was already packed to make sure everything was there that he would need.

He was nervous. Why was he nervous?

Druig and Clío first kissed a year ago, changing their relationship instantly and for the better. Ever since that night under the stars, they both were an item and blissfully happy. Druig was beyond happy for certain, having someone whom he cared for him his life and in his heart made the days brighter and the hard moments less tedious. He knew Clío felt the same way, the pair of them always together with hands held between them and soft stares at one another.

Of course, with this new relationship was the bickering and teasing from the others in The Domo. Phastos would chuckle as they would walk by together in the morning, Kingo with jokingly gag , and Sprite merely rolled her eyes. Yet Sersi, Gilgamesh, and Makkari were more than supportive, giving both Clío and Druig hugs and words of encouragement.

Ajak was the biggest supporter of them all, finding great joy that her two Eternals were getting together and finding affection in one another. Druig had to blush when Ajak hugged him tightly and gave her words and praises.

"You two are perfect for one another, Druig! Clío is such a kind soul, both of your souls are! I can feel the love already!"

Love. What a scary word.

Druig's feelings for Clío was nothing short but pure and deep, finding his own soul tethered to hers and not having the heart to let it go. He found peace with Clío everyday, the tension of saving the humans seemed a bit less when she would take his hand or give him words of encouragement and bravery. It was as if she knew what he needed to let himself up, and Druig tried his best to do the same for her too. He made her tea when her voice was hoarse after using her screams on a Deviant, hold her close when she needed to relax, and making her laugh when her mood was low.

They both were a great match, yet Druig was hesitant to say those three words that he desperately wanted to say.

So now, he planned it out with a picnic. Clío and Druig would go on picnics all the time, finding sometime away from the rest of the group and letting the rest of the world roll by. Gilgamesh provided some of food and one of his bigger baskets he made with Thena, Druig being every thankful that Gilgamesh was a supporter of his relationship with Clío.

"You're gonna be fine, Druig," Gilgamesh reassured him as Druig placed the lid on the basket, Druig seeing a bright smile on the strong man's face, "Clío's gonna love it,"

"Thanks, Gil," he replied in a softer tone. Gilgamesh handed him the basket, clasping him on the shoulder lightly before Druig moved to find Clío. His heart was besting fast, he tried to calm himself before he could see her and not give away his nervousness. Though Clío could read him like a book, one of her better traits.

He finally found her, talking with Makkari in front of the opening of the Domo. Makkari was showing Clío some of her treasure she "found", or in Makkari's case, swiped. Clío's eyes were already lit up from each trinket shown, Druig's heartbeat was going a bit faster now as he approached her. Clío's eyes locked with his, her smile big and her radiant hair around her like a glowing halo.

Druig was petrified then. What was he thinking?

"You ready?" Clío asked, Druig gulping and nodded his head.

"Ready when you are," Druig answered.

"I think I ate my fill of cheese and fruit tonight,"

"Well then, my work is done,"

Clío giggled as Druig placed the last of the left over fruit back in the basket. Clío was sitting crisscrossed on the blanket, looking over the little cliff they were perched at and seeing the forest below them swaying a bit with the howling wind that was threatening to come. They've only been out there at that spot for an hour, not wishing to be out there too long before you would get in trouble with Ajak.

Druig, after packing away the basket and placing it to the side, looked silently at his better half as she was watching the different shades of green in the trees contrasting with the orange and pink sky above them. Her hair flowing in the wind behind her, her hands holed perfectly on her lap, and her freckles almost illuminated from the last rays of the sun.

There was never a dull moment for Druig when it came to watching Clío. Not even then.

"You know it's been a year since we got together," Druig explained calmly, Clío humming in agreement with a smile bigger on her face, "And I wanted to tell you that--"

Clío turned, making Druig stop and loose his train of thought for a split second. The way the wind flew across her face and in her hair, her eyes searching his and the smile that seemed to have been robbed from the sun itself, made all of his confidence and bravery to tell her those three words evaporate. His face must have looked a bit comical, Clío cocked her head at him and looked a bit concerned.

"Druig? You okay?" she asked, Druig finding himself grinning as he shook his head slowly.

"I..I just," He replied, taking in a long breath before he finally spoke to her, "I genuinely don't know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I'm going a little crazy."

Clío's blush on her cheeks was beyond infectious as she reached over to take his hands in hers, lacing their fingers together.

"You and your words," Clío hummed, "I feel very lucky to be with you, here on Earth."

"Me too," Druig immediately agreed, Clío's eyes going a bit big from hearing him say it in such a way, "Clío, I think I'm one of the luckiest beings on this planet for having you in my life, for you being with me. I'm not always the best to be around at the best of times.."

"Hey," Clío said, making Druig stop and look at her now as she scooted closer to him to make their knees touch, "You are prefect the way you are, Druig. Don't think that you're anything less, because you're not. Not to me,"

Druig grinned and brought up their joined hands to kiss the back of her own hand. Clío knew the best thing to tell him when he was feeling down or putting himself in a negative space, never too forceful or too blunt.

"You know just what to say to make me feel more myself," Druig hummed to her, keeping their hands close as he pressed another kiss against her hand delicately, "No one else can do that for me. That's why I love you,"

He felt her hand freeze, and Druig felt his heart completely stop.

He had everything planned out in his head, what he waned to say and how he wanted to say it. He practiced over a dozen times in his quarters back on The Domo, thinking he had it nailed down and it would go off without a hitch. But not this, not with how he said it so naturally and out of the blue.

This was not how he planned it.

His eyes went big and looked at Clío, whom was staring at hims if he was struck by lightening. Instantly, he was thinking of the worst. Did he say it wrong? Was he even meant to say it? Did Clío think the same thing? How could she not? It would be a sickest trick in the world if she wasn't feeling the exact same thing as he was.

"You...you love me?" Clío asked sheepishly, not in total shock, but with a hint of wonder behind it. Druig felt it all come to place then, in that moment with her. No matter how many times he practiced what to say, he was now going with his heart.

"Yeah....yeah I do," He replied in a breath, Clío breaking into a smile and Druig released a laugh. The relief of holding that in was almost like releasing a deep breath from deep in his lungs. He lowered their hands to be between their laps, Druig looking that your fingers lead and woven together.

"I know I'm a skeptic with a lot of things, ever since we came on this planet I question plenty of things around me and how this planet works. But there is only one thing that I know is certain and constant, and it's my love for you. Clío, you have made me happy, happier than I'v ever been since we came here all that time ago. I wanna do anythin' and everythin' I can to make you happy, and it sounds crazy comin' from me but--"

Clío pulled Druig's face in with her fingers and kissed him softly.

Druig lost his breath, almost whimpering against her lips as his hands were touching her elbows to almost ground himself. It felt almost surreal to have this with Clío, to enjoy this life on that planet with her. She made things brighter, more vibrant in his vision and in his soul as life move on around them.

Druig leaned into her a bit more, kissing her again and against as he felt her slip into his lap and his arms went around her waist. It felt so natural, so real, he would wish to have this feeling, this moment, for the rest of his life there on Earth if he could. Nothing else mattered for Druig, nothing was more important than the very Eternal that he adored being in his arms and making him feel beyond powerful.

Clío barely pulled away, her lips barely touching Druig's as she stared at him with her soft eyes and a soft grin.

"I love you too," she murmured to him, framing his face in her hands as she searched his eyes, "I think I have loved you for quite some time, Druig,"

Druig could do and be happy with all that has happened, knowing that he was loved on Earth.

"Clío," Druig said her name hoarsely, "I've loved you from the moment you said my name for the first time on The Domo,"

A giggle escaped her lips as Druig kissed her again, pouring all of his love into her and never wishing to let her go for one second. Once again, his heart was molded and changed for the better. He could never be the same again, not when the very Eternal who changed him for the better was just as deeply in love with him as he was with her.

For a moment too, he felt their should melting into one.

The End.

Tagged: @heartofwritiing @botanicalbarnes @basicrese @virtueassassin @hottpinkpenguin @reallysparklychaos

Valentines Prompt Session

[originalpinkranger]

A Family Affair - The Penny Gill Story

Okay, so. I have this head canon that Penny is the love child of Grissom and Sara. I did the math, and it could very well be true.

I honestly love Penny and I DO see so much of Grissom and Sara in her. Whether it’s true or not, this is my head canon.

(Also hi I’m sort of back)

Enjoy!

She had an inkling when the Grissom’s first showed up that something was…familiar. But she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She knew that she was adopted. And don’t get her wrong, she loved her parents dearly and they gave her everything she ever needed.

…except that hole that just never filled her heart.

Penny Gill grew up just outside of San Francisco. She had a normal childhood, with her older brother and sister, the youngest of 3.

She was a straight A student and had a knack for taking things apart and putting them back together, much to the dismay of her fathers laptop computer. (It just never rebooted the same after that)

She liked bugs and science and was the President of the Physics Honor Society at her high school.

It wasn’t until she was 18 that her parents told her.

She walked in the door from her part-time grocery store job (college is expensive) when she saw her parents sitting next to each other on the sofa looking uneasy.

Her eyes moved back and forth between them. The silence was deafening.

“…what’s going on?” Her voice echoed through the house, breaking the awkward silence.

Her mom spoke then.

“Honey, we have something to tell you.”

Her mom, Sandra, put her hand on her husbands knee. He moved over to make room for Penny.

He patted the spot between them.

“Come, sit.”

Penny dropped her bag and sat slowly between her parents.

Her mom took a deep breath and steadied her gaze on her daughter.

“You guys aren’t getting a divorce are you?” Her breathing and heart rate began to quicken.

Her mom let out a small laugh, “Ha. No honey, no.”

Her dad, Geoffrey, cleared his throat.

“Sweetheart…” He looked over at his wife for permission. She nodded.

He searched his daughters face before he spoke. He knew this would crush her, but she needed to know.

“You’re adopted.”

It felt like the walls were shrinking.

“Wha-what?” Penny sputtered and her eyes widened.

Her mom answered.

“We wanted to wait to tell you until you were ready and we felt that, since you’re going to college in the fall, now was the time to do it.”

Then.

She stood up abruptly and felt her whole world came crashing down. Hot, wet tears of anger started to stream down her face.

“I can’t believe this! You’re just NOW tell me this?! I can’t be here right now!”

Her parents tried to stop her but she grabbed her bag and ran out the door. She jumped in her car and flew out of the driveway. Leaving her parents standing in the middle of the living room, heartbroken.

She remembers that day fondly. Looking back on it now, it all made sense that she was adopted.

Both her siblings were blonde, tall and athletic. She was medium height, brown hair and stocky. Not to mention smart and loved science.

It should have dawned on her sooner, but maybe she was just trying to not believe the obvious.

Since the day she found out she was adopted, she’s looked for her parents from time to time. It was a closed adoption and she knew very little about her birth parents, if anything at all. All she knew was that they couldn’t keep her for whatever reason.

She even tried a 23 and Me, but reached no results. They really didn’t want to be found.

Until.

When Gil and Sara joined the Las Vegas Crime Lab to help out Jim Brass, a nagging feeling engulfed Penny.

Something inside her buzzed.

The more she started to get to know them, the louder the nagging feeling got.

So. She decided to quiet that feeling.

She kept a careful eye on the two of them until finally Sara left behind her coffee cup to check on a lead from Max.

Penny took the opportunity and swiped Sara’s mug off the counter and headed to the DNA lab.

“Hey Parke.”

“Yo Penny. What’s up?”

“I need you to do me a favor…” Parke looked at the coffee cup in her hand.

“That from a case? I’m pretty backed up at the moment and I’m not sure-“

“-it’s a hunch.”

She set the cup on the counter and grabbed a buccal swab and swished it around her cheeks, closing the cap.

Parke stared at her.

“Normally this would break departmental policy, but I’m desperate.”

He nodded for her to continue.

“I need you to run the DNA on this cup against mine.”

His curiosity got the best of him.

“Whose cup is that?”

She hesitated at first.

“Sara Sidle.”

He gaped at her.

“Listen Penny I-“ Her hand covered his, her eyes pleading.

“Please. I need you to do this for me. Don’t tell anyone?”

He searched her face. She was serious and pleading. He nodded slowly.

“Okay. Off the books, but you owe me. Saturday night?” His voice sounded hopeful.

“Fine. Just dinner, but that’s it.” Penny gave him a sly smile and walked out of the DNA lab to keep busy on the case she was working on.

An hour later, she received a text from Parke.

“DNA. WTF.”

Her eyes widened and she bolted to DNA.

She flung the door open and found him in the middle of the room, shock clearly evident on his face.

“Well?!” She was impatient and snatched the paper out of his hands.

A small gasp escaped her as she looked up at him.

“I have 13 alleles in common with Sara Sidle. That means…” She trailed off.

“Uh huh.” Was all Parke could muster.

“…that means she’s my mom.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t-“

“How even is this possible? Like, what? Who-who’s your dad then?”

A pit suddenly dropped to her stomach when they both did the math in their head and realized.

“Gil Grissom.”

They both looked at each other, eyes wide with surprise.

Penny’s head started to spin (much like the day she found out she was adopted) and wondered how she was going to tell them, much less realized her news herself. So many questions started to accumulate in her head. It made her even more dizzy.

She leaned on the DNA lab counter to hold her balance.

She started to put all the pieces together in her head and work up her nerve.

During her break she found them in the lab kitchen making another cup of coffee (pulling a double) and decided that now was as good a time as any.

She just didn’t know what the hell she was going to say.

She approached them.

“Um, hi. Sara?”

“Hi Penny.” Sara took a sip of her coffee and smiled behind the rim. “What can I help you with?”

“Can I, um, talk to you and Mr. Grissom privately?” Penny wrung her hands together and looked between her and Grissom.

Sara furrowed her brow. “Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Well, yes and no.”

“Is it Hodges?” Sara’s voice rose to a panic.

“Oh no. Nothing like that, it’s just something…personal.”

Sara sighed relief. “Oh, whew. Sure…Gil?”

Grissom looked up from his case file.

“Penny needs to talk to us a minute.”

“Of course.”

Penny led them to a conference room and closed the door.

“So, um, I really don’t know how to say this.”

She rocked back and forth on her heels and didn’t meet their eyes.

“What is it Penny?” Sara’s voice was thick with concern.

“I, um, well…here goes.” She took a deep breath and steered her gaze at the both of them.

“I’m your daughter.”

Sara’s gasped filled the room and Grissom caught her as her legs gave out.

“Gil..”

Grissom’s face was blank. His mouth open and shut with nothing coming out.

“How did…?” He questioned.

Penny took another deep breath.

“My parents told me the year I was going off to college that I was adopted. I grew up just outside of San Francisco. And when you both showed up I just had this feeling. Sara had left her coffee cup behind and I had Parke compare the DNA to mine, and we have 13 alleles in common. Which also means that you have to be my father. We did the math.”

Sara brought her hand up to her mouth and stifled a sob.

“I-“

“Why did you give me up?” Penny’s voice was shaky and small.

Sara looked at her husband and he nodded.

“Come, sit.”

Suddenly, all those feelings those years ago came rushing back and Penny was weak in her legs.

Grissom helped her sit in front of them.

“Do you want to or should I?” Sara asked her husband.

“It’s all yours, dear.”

Sara was always better with words than he was.

Sara took a deep breath and began.

“Gil and I met at the Forensic Academy Conference in San Francisco in 1997 and we instantly fell in love with each other. Although, it wasn’t that simple.”

She stopped so she could collect herself.

“We had gone out one night. He had finally got the nerve to ask me out, and we slept together.”

Sara’s voice started to wobble. Grissom put his hand on her shoulder and she continued.

“I found out I was pregnant long after he had gone back to Vegas and I continued in San Francisco. I just, at the time, I was so young and into my career and I didn’t, couldn’t, be a mother. Especially with my family history.”

Tears were streaming down Sara and Penny’s faces by now. Sara composed herself and looked at Grissom for comfort to continue. He nodded.

“I called Gil and he and I both agreed to give you up for adoption. I knew that I didn’t want to get an abortion, so I had you and immediately gave you up.”

She took a deep breath.

“I had to. I was not cut out to be a mother and Gil wasn’t completely in my life then (he wouldn’t be for a long time after that) and I just couldn’t raise you by myself.”

Penny sniffed and looked up.

“Did you ever think about me? Do you regret what you did?”

Sara took her words in carefully before she responded.

“I have thought about you. A lot actually. I wondered what you’d look like and what you’d be. I also don’t regret what I did in the slightest.”

Penny really sobbed then.

“You didn’t love me…”

Then.

“But we did love you, sweetheart. That’s why we gave you up. We knew that we were in no position to take care of you and wanted to give you to someone who could.”

Grissom answered the question better than Sara ever could. Sara smiled at her husband and he returned it.

Sara took the first move and brought Penny in for a hug. Squeezing her tight against her and stroking her hair. Both with streaming tears down their cheeks.

Grissom took them in and wrapped them both in an embrace and then they all cried together for a good little while.

So many years of what ifs, of wondering, and acceptance.

Once they were brought back to reality, they broke away and wiped at their eyes.

“So…now what?” Penny broke the silence.

“Now-“

Grissom cut off his wife.

“-Now we get to know you and be a part of your life.”

He smiled at her. One she’d seen so many times smiling back at herself in the mirror.

That’s where her smile comes from.

“It all makes so much sense now. Both my siblings were the complete opposite of me and I always felt like ‘the weird kid’ or ‘the nerd’ because I liked bugs and science.”

They all laughed then.

Sara looked at Grissom, “her fathers’ daughter.”

Penny smiled a real smile then, much like her fathers.

“Is this the time to tell you that I get sea sick?”

They all erupted into laughter and headed out of the conference room.

One big happy family.

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Afterlife therapy can't fix everything, golden cages, and unreturned all sound neat!

@thalion71, for the WIP ask game!

Afterlife therapy can't fix everything: The very rough title for an OC centric fic, focusing on Urusalirë with their family after she's reembodied from going off to fight and dying in the War of Wrath. Fun highlights include: backstory trauma because their family who's deaths she feels responsible for weren't in Mandos, Nerdanel with a little Trauma By Proxy because almost everyone she cares for has died horribly in Beleriand, Mahtan trying to keep his family together while ignoring the bitter and hurt parts of himself to help his partner, and of course my headcanons on Mandos and reembodiment.

He deliberately holds himself back from touching her- something she is pathetically grateful for but simultaneously infuriates her. They want to hold and be held by their friend and partner and husband and they couldn’t in death and now they can’t in life because they tried and they had, for hours they had held their partner and their daughter as closely and tightly as any of them could bear, but even the thought of someone touching their skin now pins their ears back and makes them want to cry.

Golden Cages: Magic puberty with parents who are fundamentally, cosmically incapable of understanding you and a sibling who is both a lifeline and a threat is a great time! It's basically me working through Luthien's relationships with her parents and with her childhood while forced into a place and form that she can't fit out of love. Also an excuse for lots of purple-prose magic description, which I'm always a fan of. I'm not terribly happy with the bones of it anymore, and it's hard to reconcile normal mental reactions with Eldritchly-Inhuman Maia instincts without leaning too hard one way or another and feeling wrong, but I still love some parts and the premise so it will probably end up reworked in the future.

When she finally stopped Singing (she didn’t run out of air) she had wings large enough to half-span the throne room, and skin that glinted like metal and iridized like the inside of a shell, and eyes brighter than the forest-frozen stars, and hair that spiraled like clouds (like her mother’s) and, and, and. She didn’t speak for a month, until it all (mostly) went away, leaving her stretched and straining at her body’s seams with the knowledge of her new potential. The forest's bird-song didn’t come back for another week.

Unreturned: An AU where Luthien is able to return to life as a mortal(ish) because of her nature, but Beren can't because of his. She agrees to go back and live her life for as long as she can bear (very reluctantly, in no small part because in this AU she's already pregnant), and resolves that since she doesn't have Beren to settle down with, she is going to fuck shit up and leave as terrifyingly awesome a legacy as she can. Beren is her impulse control. Would love to do more with this but it's 90% undefined break-it-less vibes in my head which with the Silm means so much planning to get pieces to fall into place without making things worse. I do know that the major canon divergence would only start after the Nirnaeth was lost. Also featuring Maedhros and Luthien becoming really weird, terrifying, and vaguely codependent besties (a relationship I care so much about with less than 0 basis), and Daeron trying to coparent Dior while keeping his sister even halfway sane (paralleling Maglor with Maedhros- and possibly Gil-Galad?)

Luthien begs. She pours her heart and soul out into her Song, all her rage and grief at the unjustice of the world. Namo, the great judge, grim and unrelenting and always, always just, he cries. He sits, silently listening to her, as tears drip down his stony face. He is not unmoved. But there are laws greater than he to be upheld, and mortals do not return from death. Elves do. And Maiar do not die.