#think they gave each other any ear piercings they have. (Also I think they first tried when they were like 9 and both passed out)

[quieticmoss]

Finally drew Goldfinch fan art! They are definitely my favorite duo

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Will Pay (Harwin x Reader)

I wanted to write something a little more angry, as you guys know by now I love creating mad women and just portraying the emotions as borderline psychotic, so I hope you guys love this as much. Also please leave a comment it really helps me

The books and the maesters had very descriptive stories about the war of dragons, sisters, and brothers who went to war and detailed tales of the members and which side they resided with.

One particular story that a lot seemed to gloss over so carelessly was one of the most complicated ones, (y/n) Velaryon, the older sister of Laenor and Laena Velaryon, a comely girl and a fierce dragon rider as her egg hatched while she was in her cradle.

The maesters and fools describe her as a vicious woman, a power-hungry lady that cared for nothing but herself, but when had the maesters ever taken the time to look past their nose?

Aegon had bestowed her the title of the king's hand which caused a riot amongst the council, to force your grandsire to step down from his post, and for a woman at that, it was more than something Lord Otto could stomach, still (y/n) thrived as she meticulously plotted her vengeance against Rhaenyra.

“She took everything from me, my dignity, my love, my life, it is time for Rhaenyra to pay her debt to me”

She had confessed to Dowager Queen Alicent and her father whilst she sat next to Vaemond, urging her uncle to petition against Lucerys, some even wholeheartedly believe the Lady had gone rogue after she saw her uncle's head cut off, though she had to admit that being witness to her uncle calling Lucerys a bastard and breathing life to the shameful past (y/n)s late husband had forced her to a darker path.

How convenient would that have been? To blame the unquenchable thirst for revenge on that, no, her sulking ran deeper than that, like a venom slowly releasing droplets on (y/n) 's heart.

Despite it all (y/n) had proved to be more detail-oriented than any man, she had foreseen a plethora of moves from the blacks' side, (y/n) knew her father's mind and her mother's heart like the back of her hand, hiding in the shadows and observing for most of her adolescence was now (y/n)s strongest trait.

Seastar and (y/n) flew to the skies in numerous battles, (y/n) had been forced to face her mother, to go against her in battle whilst Seastar burned countless of Corlys’s ships, (y/n) watched her mother fall from the sky and inevitably to her death, she had wrapped her mother's body in cloth and send it back to her father in dragonstone, it was then that Corlys decided to join the green side, (y/n) was the only family he had left, he could not bare to lose her.

There was a time that (y/n) was not bitter, she was perceived to be as sweet as the fruit from the lands, back at a time when she wore a wonderful dress and was wed to Harwin strong, a glowing bride who smiled from ear to ear at her beloved lord husband, the couple danced the night away after the ceremony and the maids would gushed over their marriage.

(Y/n) gave birth to 5 children, 3 girls, and 2 boys, all of them inherited a wild mixture of their mother's and father's hair, albeit the common trait amongst them was their mother's eyes, a deep violet color that pierced through souls, the children were given devoted love and attention by both parents, Harwin had been an excellent example of a father figure to all of them, he never shied away from bouncing his youngest while the others ran around like a tornado.

He had even insisted on being there for all of their births, and as the first cry of each of them would be heard, Harwin would brush away the strands of hair from (y/n) 's sweaty face, plant a loving kiss on her forehead and then on her hand, smiling sheepishly she would nod at him basking the feeling of accomplishment and euphoria that a newborn would bring as it would curl on her arms.

One would think 5 children would be enough of a proof that there was at the very least attraction between the couple, though life has never been proven to go by a book.

“Laenor”

(Y/n) breathed out as she fell in her brother's arms in desperation, the death of their sister hit them hard and the macabre nature of her ceremony was similar to adding salt to an open wound, Laenor held her tight as he too suffered the pain of his twin being ripped out of life far too soon.

“Let us go for a walk, I wish to speak with you”

“Of course, I too yearn to get away from all the false empathy”

She hissed from between her teeth as the siblings held on to one another and step by step the ever-exhausting role of whatever title they carried washed away from the sounds of the ocean.

“As the eldest, I worry about you, brother”

“As the youngest, I worry for you, you remember her first breath, and now you are here as she took her last”

“It is not how nature intended, I was the one that had to cross over first, I guess Laena always had a Niche for sudden disappearances”

Laenor only scoffed, (y/n) was a woman who wore her heart on her sleeve for most of her life, still Laenor could detect that the burdens she carried were heavy, it was forcing her to bend her ever-defiant backbone and suffer in silence as the priding eyes of the court stood by her side, judging any beat of sweat or a wrong bat of an eyelash.

“Laena never cared for what nature intended nor any of the ton thought, she was a young maiden when she rode her dragon with him”

“I wanted to kill her, she was never dim-witted, quite the contrary I like to believe, why did she force herself to even breathe behind the shadow of… her?”

“I would venture to ask the same from you?”

“Of me?”

She was taken aback by the question, quite frankly she could not fathom what could Laenor possibly have intended by it. Puzzled she tilted her head to the side as her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes never leaving his as Laenor somewhat hunched, he looked uncomfortable and defeated.

“Come on (y/n) it is just me”

“I do not follow”

“You cannot point your finger at Laena when you suffer the same fate”

“Suffer? Have you been drinking your grief away?”

(Y/n) was evidently annoyed by Laenors riddles, naturally her mind went to just drunken sentences, Laenor shifted on his feet as he scoffed at her, his arrogance slowly burned out as he detected that (y/n) kept sturdy with her act.

“You… do not know?”

“Know what?”

“About Harwin”

“For the love of everything holy spit it out”

“Harwin is fucking Rhaenyra!”

Laenor exclaimed as fast as his tongue allowed, (y/n) 's blood ran cold at a drop of a hat, her eyes widened as her breath halted right at her lungs, and all of a sudden the wind felt like pricks piercing her skin, then as Laenor waited for the curses and any type of reaction he was shocked to see (y/n) start from a soft giggle to a full-on belly laugh.

“(Y/n), sister”

Laenor went to wrap his arms around her but (y/n) dodged it away, continuing to laugh when her hands went to her knees, her body shook from the snickering and tears started to look in her eyes, escaping fast making her eyesight blurry and the draws of breath harder by the second.

“Please (y/n) say something”

“This is… perfect”

She managed to spit out in between her shrieks of laughter, Laenor took a step back out of fear as (y/n) hiccuped, the only way to describe this was that (y/n) was walking on a tight tightrope in between sadness and insanity, the anger began to coil on her insides as the sudden sensation of pain clawed on her heart. (Y/n) fell to her knees whilst tears made her eyesight blurry, Laenor felt helpless against her, as guilt was written on his face he worried if he had made the right choice, he had let her in the bliss of ignorance for far too long.

“I must, I must go”

“Where will you go?”

“To hell, most likely, but for now I will go to my lord husband, if you can call him that”

She mumbled mostly to herself as she struggled to get up, stumbling from time to time as she walked back to their chamber, some that happened upon her described the sight as a drunken pale ghost, a demeanor that was highest unexpected of her, she could never recall how she had mastered to walk back, she had guessed that the force of habit or the desperate urge for privacy forced her legs to move one after the other and to the door that with the last ounce of power she managed to push.

Her legs had given up as the door closed by itself and (y/n) fell on the floor, she merely switched sides so she could face the ceiling and waited for Harwin, she could have been waiting for hours but to her, the thoughts had wrapped their cloak around the aspect of time, tears had ran dry and her mouth was as dry as sand yet she refused to move.

Harwin had almost stumbled over her when he walked in, it took him a second to register what was happening, his lady wife laying on the floor consciously yet the air felt like something had happened, the obvious guess was the grief overcame her.

“My dear, do you need help?”

“Don’t touch me”

“(Y/n)-“

“How long?”

“Pardon?”

“How… long?”

Her voice was low yet a hint of poison dripped out of her dry lips, as her throat begged for water all she was concerned about was how the ceiling felt like it would clash on her, the part that scared her was that she secretly hoped it did but only if that meant Harwin would go down with her.

“What has happened?”

“That is supposed to be my question, what happened that made you weak in Rhaenyras arms?”

Harwin only blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he was caught off guard by the question and confrontation, he had played cat and mouse with her for years and now the cat had seemed to just give up after she figured out that a mouse was hiding from her.

“(Y/n)-“

Harwin made the mistake of taking a step closer to her, out of impulse (y/n) used her foot to trip him resulting in him falling next to her, Harwin could not react as fast as (y/n) 's blood thrust and he had only a mere second to stop her from landing the dagger that she had so comically gifted him from stabbing him, the loud grunt was heard all around the room when she mounted him and attempted to land the dagger on his chest.

“I will fucking kill you”

“Stop!”

“I will watch as you tucking die you filthy excuse of a man! Let me do this”

Her eyes were wide and unfocused, she spat all over him as she threatened him with her teeth gritting against each other, Harwin had to put actual pressure on her hand and hurt her as she yelled out of pain and let the dagger off her tight grip, however (y/n) was not ready to give up the fight, her hands found his neck and tighten around him as much as he could.

“I will do it to you, to her, to your bastards, I gave you everything! This is how you choose to repay me? You are a demon!”

Harwin's airway was severely restricted, it was the first time that he feared his lady wife, not only was he scared of her taking his life, but the scariest part was as Harwin withered away (y/n) seemed to have a ghost of a smile and a hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

“You’re killing me” he managed to get out

“Good”

It sounded almost like a moan the way she spoke, (y/n) couldn’t even have the decency of hiding how much joy this brought her.

Harwin years of training went into defense and he pushed her off with so much might that (y/n) fell back on the floor with her back. Coughs escaped her and so did Harwin as they gasped for air, (y/n)/ back was on fire but nothing could match the shame and anger that shimmered in her heart

“You sick bastard”

She yelled frantically as she dragged herself with her elbows a few inches away before her arms gave out on her and collapsed back on the floor with coughs shaking her.

Such a tragic scene, a couple that had burned bright for all of the seven kingdoms to watch was now inflicting torture on one another, emotional, physical, one could argue generational given the fact that (y/n) could not stand the idea of her children being eclipsed by Rhaenyras bastards.

Both of them gasping for air on the floor as (y/n) supported herself with her arms to gain some distance from the wooden floor, all one could hear was their panting and the groans in between out of agony and pain, the sight of them would bring pity on both of them, as a couple that once found comfort in each other now brought them a breath away from death.

“This is not the way to discuss this”

“I had given you my life, I tore myself to give you children, a wife anyone would envy, a life full of whatever you wished and what did you do?”

“You know I love you”

The only response (y/n) considered to be right was a swift kick at his leg causing him to flinch and hiss in pain, Harwin had remained motionless on the floor as (y/n) struggled to raise herself and stand up, she had made it about halfway and was up on her knees when a pain as sharp Valyrian steel sliced her across her stomach.

“I will never forgive you for this”

“(Y/n)”

he called for her as sweet as he always did, a few hours ago she would have melted with a happy smile at the sound of him calling her name.

“Get out! OUT!”

She was crying a screaming at him, spit escaping her mouth, Harwin gazed at her with guilt written all over him, (y/n) had endured the worst, scenarios that would make anyone break and yet she had managed to stand strong, all for him to blow it down like a withering deck of cardamom

Harwin got up and shamefully walked away from her, leaving her to cry, what he did not know was that (y/n) was not just grieving their marriage, she was grieving a child, blood was trickling down her leg and the pain only worsened by the moment, she was so excited to call the babe Laena, after her late sister and now she lost that chance as well.

She did not want to tell him yet, maybe inside her, she knew it would not last, but how could Mother be so cruel to her? Take away the last offspring of her love that now was sniffed out like a candle in the wind, the very last memory of the blissful marriage she thought she had.

(Y/n) placed her hands on her stomach as she wept, images of them together kept on clouding her mind and judgment, one that persisted was the day they welcomed their first child.

(Y/n) had suffered at the hands of the maesters, men that could not fathom the idea of a woman knowing better than them even though it was her that split into two pieces to bring a son into the world.

Harwin hastily had burst through the doors at the first sound of that marvelous cry the babe had managed to spit out and fill the room with sighs of relief.

“Praise the Gods, you have a son”

“Out of my way”

Harwin had mumbled before he shoved away the maester making his heavy metal chain click against its charms before he kneeled before (y/n). She was sweaty though her skin was cold, her eyes could not seem to focus and moved at glacial speed, she had managed to make her thighs touch as she had probably collapsed after the labor, and her calves were one in the east and the other in the west.

“My beautiful, sweet (y/n)”

“Harwin, stay”

“Of course, you did so well”

“I’m tired”

Her voice was barely above a whisper and her heavy breathing made it harder for him to listen to her words, as a sign of comfort Harwin placed his hand on the top of her head and started to pet her ever so softly, a sheepish smile appeared on her lips, after such intense act his caress brought her such security that the pain seemed to leave her body.

“Is he alright?”

“Healthy and kicking my lady, would you like to hold him?”

“No, I can’t, Harwin”

She begged, (y/n) could not even get out of bed for days, her body was wounded severely and all she seemed to want to do was sleep, Harwin would often jest that (y/n) only did it to make up for the nights her belly kept her awake, he had stayed by her side, holding their son, making sure she sees him and even helped her to hold him once she had regained her strength.

Now look at them, Harwin kneeling behind the door of the bed chamber as she yelled and cried, (y/n) was pushed into madness, she plunged herself deeper in the sea of chaos and salt of unfairness ached the scratches on her heart, a babe ripped away from her too soon and her lord husband stripped from the shinning armor of honor.

“You will pay! All of you will pay!”

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[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 17

George is so sweet to put so much effort into helping Ringo write his song and to not ask for any kind of writing credit. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, right? But also, I’d do that for Ringo too if I were him. Ringo deserves it for everything he’s given to that band and the little credit he’s received. 

“What am I playing, Richie?” “You’ll be on drooms.” If the Beatles know how to do one thing, it’s be cute. 

John, stop talking about Paul’s strong arms, you're embarrassing yourself. 

I do have to just include this here. From my Get Back book. I never heard, “was it sexually oriented?” on the nagra reels, but apparently that’s what Peter Jackson’s cleaned-up version gave him, and again, he was like, “hmm. Too gay.” 

He’s known Heather for how long? Less than a year, right? But if somebody had showed me just this footage and told me he’d raised her from a newborn, I would not blink an eye. That kind of tired but fond interaction is exactly how a dad plays with his kid. And she’s climbing all over him and bossing him around like he’s never not been in her life. It’s beautiful. 

And John, with his “are you going to eat them?” is the perfect sort of bad-example favorite uncle. The kind that would check her out of school when she’s older and go get her ears pierced when her dad had said she was too young. 

Sorry, I promise I’m not just going to be thirsting over dad Paul this whole time. I have to just make one thing clear, and this is the only thing I’ll say on the subject and then I’m done. If a man is a 3 and a good dad, he’s a 10. Paul was already an 11, so I’m literally just done-for. Okay, I’ll shut up. 

John and Paul doing their usual thing, only paying attention to each other. Talking about an Elvis gospel ending for Let it Be. George, smirking, stands up: and we’ll all kneel as you do it. If John had said it, Paul would be in stitches. But George said it, and he might as well have never opened his mouth for all the notice he gets. And it’s honestly heartbreaking, if you can take your eyes off of the insanity of John and Paul’s weird eye-contact, to watch George’s face go from excited at his own wit and hopeful for a laugh to just completely downcast. Twelve years of that. Twelve years. 

Ringo, you’re an absolute saint. He’s being so sweet to Heather, even letting her mess with his symbols, and then Paul has the audacity to tell him to “keep it lighter.” Like. Paul. Do you think that maybe the fact that he’s got a five-year-old over there “helping” him might have anything to do with how the drums are coming out? Just a thought. Anyone else would at least have something to say about it. Ringo just sort of nods along but he looks SO tired.

TFW you’re inspiring the next generation of women to be loud and free and take up space.

“Dig it” is actually insane to me. I know I’m crazy, but remember those twin dreams they had about buried treasure when they first met? “If you want it, you can dig it up.” ???

When George and Paul just jump into harmonizing together when they’re talking about The Long and Winding Road arrangement? Their voices are like magic together. I wish they would’ve had George sing that part in the final thing, actually.  

[russellsppttemplates]

Herve, Amelie and Thomas all pitching in together with their allowance to get Charles the latest watch he's been looking at for his birthday!

"Do you have any idea for papa's birthday present?", you asked the kids, genuinely wanting their opinion on the matter. Charles had the possibility to buy himself something he liked, often he was gifted things he liked from the sponsors and brand s he worked with, and while having known him since you were kids was great because you knew his taste better than anyone, it was also meant that you had gifted him every possible type of present known to mankind.

"We saw him looking at a watch the other day", Hervé pointed out, making you think about it for a second. You gifted him a watch for his twenty-first birthday, so it seemed okay to gift him another one since a few years had passed by.

"I think I know which one it is if I look at it", Amélie offered, browsing the website on her iPad until she found the right one, "we also saw it in a shop by grand-mère's house, the one where I got my ears pierced", she informed, scrolling until she found the accessory. "It's this one, yes", Thomas confirmed, pointing at the screen.

"Good job, guys, thanks!", you cheered, "I'll see when I can go to the shop and buy it, maybe tomorrow", you smiled, kissing each kid's head sweetly.

Because Charles would only get home later that night just in time for dinner, you saved some time of your morning to go to the shop, telling the kids as much so they knew where you were headed, "before you go, mama, we have something to help you", Hervé said, getting up and heading to his room before he came back, "myself, Thomas and Amélie what to pitch in for papa's present, here's our contribution", he said, handing you and envelope with some money inside, "we really want to do it, mama", he defended himself and his siblings.

When Thomas gave Charles his present, he immediately blushed and gasped in awe, "how did you guys know I wanted this one? Thank you, mes amours", he smiled, pulling all three children into his embrace, or as much as he could since that now that they had grown up, it was harder to get them all in one place.

When you all retired to your bedrooms, you couldn't help but gush in pride of your kids, "you know, they all pitched in with their pocket money", you said as Charles placed the new watch on his bedside table, "really? Wow", he said, remembering the time Amélie followed Thomas around the house for the whole afternoon until he gave her the change of the ice cream she had lent him money for.

"They insisted they wanted to help and they were so happy with that", you said, patting the spot next to you on the bed so he could lay down and then you could lay on top of his chest, "we did good with them, didn't we?", he mused, "We did, amour", you smiled, kissing his chest.

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[blankwashed]

muzan kibutsuji.

demon lord, demon king, demon conqueror.

scares most people off when you describe your boyfriend to them but it just makes you laugh.

you’ve grown used to the whispers and the fear from other people, but it’s hard to forget when he’s got you pinned against the wall, his cold hands tracing patterns on your neck to your sternum.

tonight, the howling wolves and bats accompany you through the windows of his hellish mansion. you've just gotten back from an outing with your girlfriends and told them some of the stories about your mysterious boyfriend. they laughed and teased you, not knowing the truth behind your words about the darkness that lurks within muzan kibutsuji.

you slip out of your shoes and enter the dimly lit mansion, the eerie silence, a stark contrast to the lively chatter of your friends. as you walk through the grand hallway, you can feel his presence, a chilling aura that sends shivers down your spine.

out of no where, you heard a deep, chilling voice. “enjoyed your evening?” his voice is a low rumble, sending a wave of anticipation through you. he steps out from the shadows, his piercing red eyes fixed on you.

he always does this to you. trying to scare you. you nod, your heart pounding in your chest. “yes, my lord. i told them about you.”

“do you love teasing them with stories and tales of me? hmm?” he grunted, his breath hot against your ear. his lips brush your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

you smirk, tilting your head to give him better access. “they didn’t even believe me….but of course, I didn’t tell them the real truth”

his chuckle was dark, filled with the promise of what’s to come. “and what’s the truth, my dear?” he tightens his grip on your neck, eager to see what you think about him.

“that my boyfriend is not just the king of demons,” you whisper, your voice trembling with seduction. “but that you’re also the man which knows every inch of my body, every secret sexual desire that i have.”

his grip tightens on your neck, choking you. this eyes gleam with possession. “indeed,” he says, his voice a low growl. “and tonight, i’m going to remind you exactly why you belong to me.”

muzan’s lips crash against yours, demanding and fierce. his large tongue pushed its away pass your lips. his hands roam your body, tearing burning away any fabric that separates the both of you. each of touch is electric coming from his dominance that leaves you breathless.

“on the bed,” he orders, stepping back to watch you obey. “now. its time to teach you some manners.”

there’s always a thrill in the way he commands, a dark promise in this gaze that sends heat pooling in your core.

you move to the bed, shaking and with a face red as a cherry. your skin was flushed and tingling. muzan follows, his predatory gaze never leaving you. he climbs over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress with his hands pinning your wrists above your head.

“you’re mine,” he nibbled against your lips, his voice a seductive threat. “every inch of you, every breath, every moan. tonight, i’m going to take you for myself.”

his mouth trails down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you arch into him while moaning his name out loud. his touch is both punishing and worshipful, a testament to his dark adoration.

muzan’s fingers find their way between your thighs, teasing and tormenting. you writhe beneath him, your need building to an unbreable peak. you’re so hot, so wet, so in need of him.

“tell me,” he demands, his voice a low growl. “tell me who you belong to. who owns you.”

“you,” you gasp, your voice breaking . “i-i belong to you, demon lord muzan.”

a satisfied smirk curls his lips as he finally gives you what you crave. the pleasure is intense, overwhelming, each thrust a reminder of his power over you. you cling to him, lost in the storm of sensation, your body and soul completely at his mercy.

he turns you on your tummy and teases the hole from your behind. at first, the pleasure gave you aches and cries from your mouth. but muzan came prepared, he used plenty of lube on his cock before inching into you.

“a-ah..m-muzan….” you whimpered, clinging hard onto the bedsheets with your fingernails.

muzan’s thrusts start slow, at a deliberate pace, each movement and pump calculated to make you aware of his control over your body. different from what you’ve ever felt while your moans and cries fill the room, mingling along with the sound of the night life outside.

“you’re mine,” he growls with his pace quickening. “every part of you, every sound you make…belongs to me.”

you can only nod and whimper in response, the intensity of his possesion overwhelming your senses. each thrust makes your body arch and tremble, only wanting more in return.

muzan’s hands grip your hips, holding you firmly in place as he drives himself deeper into you.

“m-muzan, p-ple-“ he cuts you off with a sharp spank to your ass.

“now, what did i say you should call me, slut…” he growls, his eyes as red as fire. “so eager, so needy for me. tell me what you want, in the proper way we discussed.” he clenched your asscheeks in his hand, the grip undyingly painful.

“my lord…please…have mercy on me, all of me is for you…” you spoke timidly as you choked on your tears, struggling to speak.

his smirk was his trump hand, his eyes burning with dark satisfaction. “good, good…because you will always be mine, my little pet,” he says in a velvet purr.

“y-yes,” you managed to squeak again, your voice in a broken plea. “i love it, master. i love being yours, and only yours to please.”

“such a good little slut,” he growls, his pace relentless. “so obedient, so perfect for me.”

your whimpers and moans were music to his ears, each sound driving him to take you harder, deeper. the bed creaks beneath the force of his movements, his dominance overwhelming you completely, just like you like it.

“tell me again, lil slut,” he demands, his voice rough with desire. he was reaching his edge soon, you could bet, his disheveled hair and fangs showing clearly from the side of his mouth. “who do you belong to?”

you gasp, barely able to form words through the haze of pleasure and pain. “you, my lord,” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling. “i belong to you, always. past, present and future..”

a satisfied growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening on your hips. “that’s right,” he says, his tone a mix of dominance and dark affection. “tell everyone you’re mine, forever!”

muzan’s thrust grow more powerful, each one sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through you. you cling onto his muscular arms with your sharp manicured nails. haha, pain? what was that to him? all while your body was a trembling, quivering mess beneath him.

“may the demon world be blessed with our newborn…” he proclaims while giving you a final intense thrust, driving you over the edge. your climax crashes through you as you were cry out his name in ecstasy.

muzan growls deeply as he spills his seed inside of you, claiming you as his completely. he holds you close, his grip unyielding and his breath mingling with yours. at his final thrust, he spills his seed inside you, the warmth of it flooding your core. you feel every pulse, every shudder of his release (including your own). the sensation was intimate and engulfed you. his cum filled you completely, head to toe. it was his primal way of marking you as his. a reminder of his dominance and possession.

“you are mine,” he whispers, his voice a comforting and deep. “now and forever.”

you nod weakly as you watch him get up and grab a washcloth to clean you up. in this moment, you feel utterly complete, bound by a dark, unbreakable bond. his touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleans you, unlike how forceful he was a minute ago.

“rest now, my pet,” he murmurs, his voice a low, a sensual smoothing rumble. “you’ve pleased me greatly tonight.”

you lie back, exhausted, your body still trembling, shaking from the intense experience he gave you. muzan joins you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against his chest. the warmth of his body was a polar opposite of the coldness of his aura.

“remember,” he reminds you in a whisper, his lips brushing against your ear. “i’m yours, and you’re mine, forever.”

muzan’s fingers fondled your breasts, tracing intricate patterns on your nipples with his sharp teeth, but not hard enough to pierce through your flesh. his presence was a dark but protective shield around you. despite the fear and scare most people might feel, there was a strange comfort.

as you drift off to sleep, the sound of the night outside fade away, leaving only the steady rhythm of muzan’s breathing and the beat of his heart against your back. surely, it was a twisted world out there, but with muzan you found peace.

I’m trash I feel that I have sold my soul to this guy

[effy-writes]

can you maybe write something for Fizz where they were friends and when blitz ran away, she stayed and tried to help get him out of the fire, and in doing so, she lost her right arm. and now she is his partner in his clown gigs, and they both get captured and taken for ransom, and then they think that they're going to die so they both confess, but turns out that they get saved, and are together?

tysm :)

ofc!! i already did do a request very similar to that so i’m gonna do hc’s for this, either way hope you enjoy!

also i have insane writers block rn so bare with me 😔

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fizz x f! reader: being held ransom together and confessing feelings hc’s

• fizz and you bonded over the same trauma that you guys endured. both got injured and you two had to start a whole new life without limbs (with you just your arm)

• fizz would always apologize that you lost an arm, but you always tell him to stop apologizing and that you wanted to help because you didn’t want to lose him. he was helpless and needed to get out of there, but when you pulled him out your arm got engulfed by the flames that was on the curtain just next to his body, you would always reply, “i would rather lose an arm than you lose you”

• years later, ozzie given you and fizz new “limbs” as well as a job. at first you were very reluctant to perform again and it took a lot of convincing from fizz to encourage you to perform.

“it’ll be like old times!”

“exactly. i don’t want to get reminded of the past. i don’t even think i could perform again without getting all emotional.”

“i miss performing with you, y/n. let’s just do this one time and if you don’t like it then i won’t force you. but i know you love dancing, singing, acrobatics, and when you did them in the past you looked so happy. i miss that smile.”

• eventually you gave in and started rehearsing with fizz and found great enjoyment in it. ever since then you two been performing together.

• you already know that fizz got held ransom before with blitz, and that was a wholeeee other thing you had to deal with. you don’t know which day was more traumatizing, you and fizz almost dying or fizz almost dying and you couldn’t do anything about it

• whenever you two got kidnapped by a critic and got locked in a basement things definitely changed. he was freaking out as much as you were but he didn’t want to seem weak in front of you, so he put on an act and tried to comfort you as much as possible.

• since both of your arms and legs got tied up he had to wiggle himself over to you and used his head to rub it against your shoulder, “we’re going to be okay, alright? ozzie will eventually figure out by now that we’re in trouble because we’re supposed to perform in like…20 minutes?”

“that’s not helping me out fizz!”

“ah shit! okay okay um..we’re in this together?”

“fizz, i love you but you’re not making this any better.”

• unfortunately, fizz wasn’t right and you guys been stuck down here for hours. the critic hasn’t came down, so you two began wondering if he forgot about you guys. “do you think we can eat the robotic limbs? like will we die?”

“y/n…what?”

“i mean..yeah i kinda just answered my own question.”

• after some hours of you guys crying, laughing, freaking out, joking around with each other, the critic finally went downstairs to the basement. out of fear you and fizz huddled close to each other.

• the critic spoke about how much he hates you and fizz for ignoring him on social media and in public. at first he wanted to be friends with you guys and just keep you guys down here, but after hearing you guys cry, talk, and laugh, he became so envious of your guys relationship that he wanted both of you gone.

• you didn’t want to die like this, not die without confessing your feelings, and fizz felt the EXACT same way. at the same time you guys said, “i always had feelings for you and was just too afraid to admit it.” “wait WHAT”

• before the critic could say anything a loud gunshot pierced your ears, and once you two looked back up you saw no other than blitz.

“BLITZO?”

“heyyy guys…totally WASNT spying on you two.”

“then why the fuck are you here?” you spat.

“apparently saving your guy’s lives. took you long enough fizz to admit you have feelings for her!”

• basically, right after blitz saved you guys you and fizz had a long and awkward conversation about how you two had feelings for each other for the longest time and both of you had the same reasons as to why you didn’t want to tell the other person, you guys just didn’t want to ruin what you already have

• the day after, fizz wanted to properly confess his feelings at a nice dinner and that’s exactly what he did, and you obviously agreed to be his girlfriend

[fuyuswifey]

|Wish you were here right now|

pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno x fem! Reader

cw: smut, FaceTime sex, masturbation, cursing, established relationship, fem reader

💫You haven’t seen your boyfriend in months, so a FaceTime call is bound to get heated💫

You had been studying abroad in another country. Due to this, you haven’t been able to see your boyfriend, Chifuyu in months. The first few months, you guys FaceTimed every day, but slowly as time went on you couldn’t do that as much. It’s not that you didn’t want to. Of course you want to talk to your boyfriend any chance you can. Your schedule was just busy, so you had to settle with texting each other in between your classes and studying. Honestly, you hated it. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face. You missed his smile, and the way his eyes practically sparkled whenever he told you about his day. You just missed him so much.

Today, you were lucky enough to not have not have any classes due to them being cancelled. That means you finally had time to enjoy a nice call with your boyfriend. You decided to text him first to make sure he wasn’t busy, and almost immediately he was responding with a quick message reading ‘I’m never too busy for you’. You smiled at the message. You propped the phone up against your desk. For some reason, you felt a little nervous to call him. Maybe it was all the excitement that was building up. After all, you haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with him in a while, and now you were able to. You quickly hit the call button and waited for an answer. He answered within the first ring, as if he was waiting by the phone.

“Baby, hi! I missed you” The sound of his voice immediately brought a smile to your face. It almost sounded foreign, but hearing it after so long gave you a warmth feeling. You really did miss him. He gave you a bright smile, and you swore you would die right there. You missed everything about him, and seeing it now made you more happier than ever. His black hair, his fresh undercut, and his piercing that you loved dearly.

“I missed you too” You finally spoke after spending a minute admiring the man you had the honors of calling your boyfriend. “I’m sorry that I been so busy lately. Summer is right around the corner though and I’ll me home”. It was true, you had two more months before you could run into Chifuyu’s arms and never let him go. You couldn’t wait.

An hour into your guys call, and you both were still talking about whatever you could think about. Chifuyu was telling you about all the cute animals he encountered while working. However, you weren’t really listening to his words. Not when you were too focused on the way his adam apple bobbed while talking, or how deep his voice sounded. It was all music to your ears. Or maybe it was the way his loose t-shirt exposed his collarbone. God, it was honestly everything. You found yourself falling into a trance. Your eyes never leaving his neck, and before you knew it, you felt a heat growing between your legs. Damn. Were you really getting horny just by the look of his neck and the sound of his voice?

“Baby? Baby, are you listening?”

You were brought back to reality at the sound of your boyfriends voice. You hadn’t realized you zoned out so hard and completely missed everything Chifuyu said to you. “Sorry, what were you saying?”. He chuckled at you before shaking his head in disbelief. “You missed everything I just said, didn’t you?”

You nodded slowly, a little embarrassed. You couldn’t help it though. “S-Sorry.. I was just a little distracted”. It was true, you were very distracted, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the man on your screen.

He grinned at you slightly. “I see.. You must was in that head of yours, having dirty little thoughts huh?” He asked, his voice teasing. His words immediately made you growled embarrassed and nervous. If he was being honest, he was having some interesting ones himself. He also couldn’t help but bask in the sight of you after months. You looked just as good as you did then. Shit, maybe even better. “If I’m being honest.. I really miss being able to touch you and be close to you”.

His words caused the heat in your core to grow stronger. You were rubbing your thighs together although he couldn’t tell from the angle. Your need for him was becoming stronger by the second. “Chifuyu…”. Your words came out in a soft whimper. The sound of your voice, and the clear evidence of how needy you were immediately made blood shoot to his cock. If it wasn’t for the sound of his belt jingling, you wouldn’t of known he was unbuttoning his pants.

“Baby, do you still have that present I gave you?” He asked you, a smirk growing on his face.

You immediately knew what present he was referring too. Three months into your studies Chifuyu had sent you a gift. You remember being a little surprised when you were noticed about the box at the post office for you. When you finally opened it up back in your room, you were met with the sight of a dildo with a note attached to it that read ‘For when you miss me too much :( Even though I’m better’. That night you had used it of course, a long with many other nights when you needed a way to fulfill your desires. You went to the bottom dresser of your drawer to fetch the toy. It was purple, and roughly 6 inches. “I got it right here”.

“I want you to use it for me”

You didn’t know why, but his words caused butterflies to grow in your stomach. Were you perhaps, getting shy? You’ve had sex with your boyfriend plenty of times, but never have you ever masturbated in front of him, and you definitely never had phone sex. This was more intimate then just normal phone sex though. You could see him. He could see you. You wanted to do this though. You needed to. You walked to your bed, sitting back against the wall. You decided to leave the phone on the desk so he had a perfect view of you.

You slowly unbuttoned your shorts. You’re fingers trembled with excitement as you slipped the material off, along with you damped underwear. The second your wet core was exposed, you heard a groan from you phone.

“Fuck, I miss seeing this pussy” Chifuyu at this point was fisting his own dick. He let a string of spit fall from his mouth and onto his tip to add a bit of moisture. “Go ahead pretty girl. Use that toy for me”.

You didn’t have to be told twice, and immediately pushed the dildo into your cunt. You let out a soft moan, your eyes closing as you laid your head back against the wall. The second the toy plunged in, you could hear how wet you were. “Fuck… feels good”. You began to move the toy at a steady pace. Although it didn’t feel good enough. Not the way your boyfriends dick would feel in you. “Chifuyu… I-I need you…”.

The young man let out another groan. The sight of you pleasuring yourself while begging for him, it was nothing but heaven on earth. “I know, I need you too. Can’t wait till you can come home. I can fuck you properly then”. His hand moved faster, tossing his head back. He could imagine how it would feel to have your wet cunt wrapped around him after so long. The way your juices would soak his cock. Or the way you so easily took him in your mouth. You were always so messy when you have him a blowjob. Drool and spit dripping, loud gagging noises. “Fuck! My hand could never compare to you”

Your toes started curling at the pleasure, releasing loud moans whenever the toy hit your g-spot. The sounds of your moans and wet cunt filled the room, alongside the sounds of Chifuyu’s groans coming from your phone. You both were slowing edging closer, and closer to your release.

“Fuck baby” Chifuyu said as he began to buck his hips up into his fist. “Gonna cum! Wish it was you I could cum in”

His words was what finally pushed you over the edge. You hips shook as your orgasm finally came. You juices soaked your sheets and you legs. You stopped the movement of your hand, your body slumping against your wall.

The sight of you cumming was enough to make his own orgasm come. Your boyfriend let out a loud moan as he shot his load, his cum covering his hand and his shirt. “Fuck… We should of done that sooner”. His words came out in a breathless tone as he slowly caught his breath. “You okay over there babe?”.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah.. I’m good”. Your breathing had finally returned to it’s normal pace, “I really needed that…”. It was true. You hadn’t spent any time pleasuring yourself lately as you had been worried about test and work. You needed this moment to release any pent up sexual frustration you had. “Thank you”.

“No need to thank me” Your boyfriend replied. “When you get home though… that’s when you can really thank me”. He wore a smirk and you couldn’t help but bite your lip softly. Oh how you couldn’t wait to go home.

A/n: I was so excited to finally post this. This is my first full smut I wrote so I hope it wasn’t rushed. I wrote this for @kazushawty milestone collab. Congratulations on reaching 5.5k🫶🏾 I hope you guys enjoy.

[acourtofthought]

I see some Elriels talk about the solstice presents as an example of how close and connected Elriel is, but I don't understand that because the gifts Elain and Azriel give each other don't seem that deep.

Elain gives him ear plugs and headache powder. One is so he doesn't have to listen to Cassian and Nesta have sex and the other is because he's apparently so annoyed by other people that he gets headaches. These are gag gifts. I mean, they clearly show us that Elain is clever and has a sense of humor, but I don't see anything to them beyond that.

Azriel gets her a rose necklace. Something that, to me, suggests only a surface level of understanding Elain. I kind of think Azriel's thought process was kind of like: Elain = pretty and flowers. Flower jewelry = pretty. Pretty flower jewelry + Elain = win.

Now, Lucien gets her jewelry, too, the pearl earrings, but her engagement ring also has pearls. So, maybe he saw her ring and figured out that she likes that particular stone. Which seems to take a bit more observation.

He also gets her the gardening gloves but also has them enchanted, so he took something he knew about her and went the extra mile.

Idk, maybe I'm being unfair to Azriel because I don't ship Elriel. It just seems like he's not going beyond the surface with Elain.

Completely agree. Az got Amren jewelry the first Solstice that we read about, "exquisite pearl-and-diamond earrings" so him getting Elain a necklace is not all that special when it comes to gifts Az has given.

If we look at his gift for Nesta the second Solstice however, that was an extremely thoughtful present, something that goes above and beyond for her interests. He took what he knew she loved and made it possible for her to enjoy that hobby for a longer period of time.

Which is the same with Lucien's gloves. E/riels continue pushing the narrative that Elain wants scars on her hands which is why she doesn't wear them but Feyre literally tells Lucien that Elain put on gloves to do her gardening so he found her ones that were enchanted so she could garden for as long as she desired. Then in the Feyre bonus of SF we again have Elain wear gloves which tore (leading Feyre to have to pull out thorns from her hands and her thinking if she had been wearing Lucien's gloves nothing would have pierced her at all). If someone wants scars on their hands they wouldn't be wearing any gloves, that's kind of the point of wearing them in the first place.

I'm not sure the story behind the pearls Lucien gave Elain the second Solstice but we've never seen him give jewelry to anyone else AND Nesta mentions that jewelry is a normal Solstice gift for mated males to give.

In comparison Az gave Amren jewelry, he gave Elain a necklace then he gave that same necklace to Clotho to give to Gwyn. I think it's clear Az doesn't put a lot of meaning behind who he's handing jewelry out too.

And gag gifts, while funny, do not really suggest some sort of deep insight into Azriel on Elain's part considering neither gift is something he's likely to ever use.

[jesssssssssica]

jo & laurie & amy al12 & cl16

word count: 6k!

i am in love with my best friend. and i think he’s in love with me.

i’m not trying to be vain but i can’t deny that the way he looks at me is a look of love, lust and passion, matching the one i give him.  

i’ve never been in love with anyone but him. when we first met all those years ago it was like cupids arrow had pierced through my heart and since then i have been infatuated with charles leclerc.

the truth is though, who wouldn’t be? what’s not to like? he has the dimples that appear even after the worlds worst jokes and eyes that would have you hooked as his gorgeous plump lips ramble about a number of different things, he has everything a girl could want.

and yet he never made a move on anyone else. it’s just been me and him, y/n and charles, the dynamic duo. 

until that day on the hill.

i’m not oblivious to the fact that time is going on and that our lives are getting shorter and shorter each day, i know that if you want something so bad then just go for it or else you’ll miss your chance. i’m also not oblivious to the attention charles gets, i know he’s so gorgeous and attractive but how am i meant compete with those front cover models?

“it’s a nice day today, isn’t it?” charles asks me, his eyes squinted due to the beaming sun.

‘any day with you is a nice day’ my thoughts say as i quickly come up with a response.

“it really is” 

“did you hear that theodora got married and carlas off to paris for uni. it’s like time has finally caught up with us. and i’ll be off at the races again soon, which leaves you all alone, because unlike my mother and enzo you will never have anything to do that doesn’t end up leaving you even more getting bored.” 

everything he says is true and extremely saddening. when he’s gone i will have nothing to do but wallow in sadness, thinking about all the beautiful women he will meet day in and day out.

“you don’t have to go, you could stay here”

this is the moment he will say he loves me back and we can run off into the distance together and live our lives peacefully.

he laughs at me, probably at how ridiculous of an idea that was. 

“why do you want to run away and maybe sail away on a pirate ship far into the distance.”

i just look at him. taking in all the beauty i can see right now and i appreciate it for the hundredth time because i know that this is the last time he will look at me as if i am just a friend.

i inhale deeply and charles notices and i can tell he knows. he knows i am in love with him but instead of a look of happiness, i receive a look of what i can only perceive as anger. 

“no y/n.”

those two words break me. 

“don’t y/n”

i now understand what heartbreak actually is. it feels as if you’re heart has been pulled out of your chest and stomped on over again as they point and laugh at you as if you are a child.

i can’t help but try and fight the truth of situation, i mean what else am i meant to do in the heat of the moment, just back away without a fight? i am incredibly in love with this man and i can’t seem to let him go, it would hurt to much.

“charles, i’ve loved you since the moment i met you and i tried to ignore it at first but it just got to much and you were just so perfect that i couldn’t help it and i tried to let you know earlier but you would always shrug the topic away but now you have to listen to me and give me an answer once and for all because i can’t deal with this any longer, i really can’t.” 

 tears are streaming down my cheeks when i am finished. i am in pain but no one could ever understand me. i am in love with a man that will never EVER love me back and yet i was so naive that i dug my hole deeper by begging for him to give me just one chance. 

he speaks but i can barely hear it as my ears and my head have gone numb. 

“charles you don’t understand how hard i’ve worked to please you and keep you happy, and i gave up hanging out with my other friends to spend time with you and i’ve never complained because i thought that you would finally notice me and that you would say how much you loved me even though i’m not half as good as those-”

“you are good enough y/n. in fact you’re too good for me and i am so happy that you’ve been there for me all this time because i’m so grateful and proud of you y/n and i’m sorry that i can’t love you the way you love me i really am.” 

“you can’t love me?”

“i can’t magically change the way i feel about you and i wouldn’t want to lie and i do love you like that when i really don’t, it wouldn’t be fair, i’m sorry y/n, i'm so desperately sorry that i can’t love you the way you want me to but i can’t change the way i feel.”

i take two steps back, stumbling slightly as if the words that charles has just uttered are boxing gloves that hit me over and over again in the stomach.

“well i can’t love anyone else but you charles.  trust me i’ve tried.” 

“y/n it would never work even if we tried our hardest. i would be away all the time and you love your job enough that you would never quit it! and the way i fold my clothes and cook my food winds you up we just wouldn’t work!”

“if you loved me charles then i wouldn’t care, but only if you loved me”

“i’ve tried again and again and i’ve failed.”

“everyone expects it, the media, carlos, your family everyone so charles say you’ll be mine and we can run away together and be happy!”

“i can never say ‘yes’ with all my heart say i won’t say it and eventually you will look back at this and see that i was right and you’ll thank me for it, trust me when i say that.” 

“i would rather die then love someone that wasn’t you!”

“no y/n you’ll find the perfect man one day and you’ll love him ten times more than you loved me and you’ll see that there is love after heartbreak. you’ll see how we never would’ve worked and that this love you feel for me right now was nothing but the love of a friend. you’ll see how i would’ve made the worlds worst husband and that the way i do things is so unbearable.”

“anything else?”

“no... except from the fact that i don’t think i will ever love and marry someone as much as you did for me and i don’t mind because i’m happy how i am now.”

i shake my head, how can a statement be so untrue.

“you will love someone. you will live and die for them, waiting on their beck and call and i know that because it’s just true, and i will watch in the corner of sorrow and under the watchful pity eyes.”

“y/n...”

i walk away. the two normal beating hearts that entered the conversation are now like shards of glass and we both cry, even charles, the one that broke and stole my heart.

it’s been many years since that day yet, he still manages to haunt me, in my dreams, in the faces of the people i walk past day to day and yet i have gotten nothing but silence from you. i’ve been forced to move on with my life even if my heart is still stuck in my past and i can’t help but reminisce on what could’ve been. 

i’ve tried doing different things to get my mind off, which is why i am currently walking down the roads of monaco. the sun is beaming down on my face and for a moment i feel as if i am free, unaware that at the start of the street is arthur leclerc. 

little arthur leclerc, the one that would always try and barge into charles’ room whenever i was around and the one that had fallen in love with me, though i never took notice. i never noticed the way he lit up with joy whenever i was around, or how his cheeks were always a deep shade of red whenever i would speak to him. i didn’t notice because i was too in love with charles, or i was just blind. it’s probably both. 

arthur leclerc sits in the passenger seat of his friends car, who is chatting away, though arthur is not taking in a single word, too busy looking out at the world that surrounds him. he looks at all the people that are lost in their own world admiring how they look so peaceful, until he sees her,

the girl that made him realise love at first sight was real. she was the girl that made little him realise that just because he loves someone doesn’t mean they have to love you back. the girl that made him smile just because of her presence.

“y/n! stop the car! y/n!”  

he jumps out immediately, leaving his poor friend all alone in his car, though arthur doesn’t care as he runs towards the girl from his past.

“oh arthur! oh how you’ve grown! the last time i saw you, you were up to my shoulder, now look at you, i’m up to your shoulder!”

it’s true, arthur was a new man, he was handsome and so mature, he... well he looked like charles.. but better? i’m not sure. 

“yeah, it sure has been a long, long time! i was waiting to see you at the hotel party!”

“you were very hard to find and i couldn’t see you and trust me i looked far and wide!” 

“well you didn’t look hard enough”

“maybe we passed at one point but you’ve become so beautiful, i just coulnd’t recognise you!” 

he pulls a face at my compliment and laughs. 

“oh please”

“why? what did i say? i was just being hones-” i can’t keep a straight face and i burst out laughing, i never was a good actress or charmer.

“no, not at all. where’s your mother and father anyway?”

“they’ve gone to london, leaving me all on my own but it’s okay, at least i’m having fun”

“by having fun, do you mean drinking and clubbing and flirting?” his voice is teasing me and i don’t seem to mind, it’s been a while since i’ve seen him of course,

“oh please don’t tell your mother!” i tease him back, i’ve always loved his mother,

“well what are you doing here hmm? are you chasing some strapping young gentlemen.”

ouch. i know he’s joking but it still hurts to be reminded of what has happened in the past so i put on a half hearted smile on my face and say “no”

he instantly drops his cheerful tone and instead puts a more thoughtful and sombre look. 

“oh.. i... i couldn’t believe that charles turned you down, i thought it was all some joke at first, i’m sorry.”

“don’t be. you’re not charles so it’s okay and i expected it.”

“OI ARTHUR! COME BACK” arthur’s friend shouts, still sat in his car.

we laugh, a real one.

and as arthur runs back to the car he’s shouting “come to the new years party! everyones going so you wouldn’t want to miss out. oh and you can finally meet laura! meet me at the hotel at lets say seven and wear your nicest dress!”

“i will!” i say and then i am gone, my mind returning to the sad mood it was in earlier.

arthur watches from his seat, turning his head to meet the annoyed face of his pal.

“it’s y/n!”

“i know”

he looks at her again with so much love, the same amount he’s loved her since he met her.

it was gorgeous. the atmosphere, the decor, the banquet, everything, it was so beautiful, well at least what i could remember. arthur leclerc stands in the middle of the room chatting away, of course due to him being the favourite shining star in the room. he switches between dancing with his partner laura and then drinking with his friends, overall charming everyone that he passes by. but his mood goes sour after spotting me, in my drunken haze chatting obnoxiously with two men i had found on my way to the venue, sat on the sofa placed on the edge of the room.

he frowns and sighs as he pulls himself together to approach us without making a scene.

“y/n” he scolds, his hands placed on his hips.

“arthur” i reply back, mocking his tone of voice

“i waited and waited”

“i’ve been caught I waited an hour for you.”

“i’ve been caught gents” i say putting my hands up. 

arthur scoffs and turns around, walking away, which causes me to follow.

“arthur please, i’m sorry!”

“do you want to know what i really think of you y/n?”

“what do you really think about me?”

“i hate you. i hate you so much”

i can’t help but chuckle slightly at how blunt he sounds.

“why do you hate me arthur?”

“because instead of moving on and being happy you are too focused on the past, it’s unbelievable!”

“oh that’s interesting arthur.”

“well i mean selfish people do like to talk about themselves.”

“am i selfish then?”

“yes, very. what with your money, talent, beauty and health-”

“beauty you say?”

“of course you mention that you vain vanity. when you have all these gorgeous things around you, you can only focus on yourself.”

i go to grab his hand, wearing the ring that’s been there for many years.

my voice comes out mockingly as i say “i will be good for you mother arthur i swear!”

he sighs again.

“are you not disappointed with yourself?”

“no”

“you’ve never done a day of hard work in your life and the ring you’re wearing right now looks absolutely ridiculous.”

“charles gave me that ring”

 silence.

“i feel sorry for you and i wish you would just get over it.”

“you don’t have to feel sorry for me arthur, you’ll feel like this one day”

“no i won’t, i would rather be respected if i couldn’t be loved then act like a child.”

the next words i let out are nothing but my drunken words.

“what have you done recently anyway arthur? have you done any? or have you been too busy ogling over women that aren’t yours. poor laura clark. LAURA CLARK everybody.”

i leave the silent room quickly leaving arthur to pick up the pieces of the night. 

“i’m so sorry laura.”

it’s been a couple of days since everything went down at the new years party and yet arthur hadn’t been able to get the girl off his mind, even when he was driving on the bloody simulator! he wondered what was going on with him. was he sick in the head to imagine a different girl lying his bed instead of his very loving girlfriend?

“hello arthur!”

speak of the devil and she shall appear. 

“i don’t want to talk to or see you” 

“oh arthur my darling i’m so sorry for how i behaved, it was the alcohol that made me say it, please forgive me!”

i pout my lips at arthur, putting on my best puppy dog eyes,

“the alcohol you say... did you have some before coming to see me?”

“only a little, and i mean it is happy hour somewhere so you can’t expect me to not drink away. plus, i’ve only had a little so you can’t be too hard on me” 

my hands part slightly to show visually how much i’ve drunk, which if i must say so myself isn’t the same amount i normally 

“no one else is doing it, so i’m doing it”

i ignore him, focusing on the track he’s currently “driving”

“soooo when are you getting on the track, mr leclerc?”

he finally pauses the track to turn and face me,

“never.”

his face is sad but i can see he’s accepted his future,

“um what are you talking about. what do you mean ‘never’ “

“i mean that i am never going to be ‘arthur leclerc the best driver ever’, i am always going to be know as ‘arthur leclerc - chalres leclercs little brother’ “

“oh arthur that’s a strong statement to make, at what twenty?”

“well i’ve matured quicker. i see the world how it actually is and it’s made me realise that no matter how hard i try, i will always be in the shadows. so i gave up.”

he’s an idiot. a handsome one but still an idiot 

“why though? you have so much talent that shouldn’t be wasted.”

“well you should know that just because i have talent doesn’t mean i can make it. many people have this talent and yet they’ll never ever get as close to where i am right now. and i want to either be the best or nothing, no in-between and right now i am nothing so i will stay that way forever. ” 

i don’t say anything for a while. 

“so now that you’ve given up with racing, what are you going to do instead?”

“well i guess i will get a job and settle down, marry someone and have some kids.” 

i laugh.

“i guess that’s where laura comes in hm?”

he pushes me playfully and scoffs.

“don’t make fun, she makes me happy”

arthur knows that what he’s saying is true, but he just doesn’t mean it the way you would assume he means. laura is a nice girl, someone that makes him happy when he’s having a bad day, but only in a platonic way. he’s tried time and time again to make himself love her the way she does to him, but no matter how much he tries, he just can’t because when he closes his eyes, the girl that was his past is there. her haunting smile plastered on her face, eyes bright. 

“i’m not, trust me! though i have to ask, are you engaged to be wed yet?” 

“no...”

the air is tense between us, yet i can’t help but continue to ask questions.

“but one day you will be won’t you, you’ll get down on your knee for her soon won’t you.”

“probably, yes. she makes me happy”

“well that’s... nice but it sounds weird to hear arthur leclerc is planning to marry someone one”

“well i’ve always know i wanted a family young, so why should i be embarassed of that?” 

“no, i never said that i just mean that... just that as long as you love her that’s all”

“well i think we have the power to choose who we love and that it doesn’t just happen.”

“i think history would disagree with you.”

“well i am not history i am just a human. a human that wants to just make my family and friends proud. i want to have a family and a wife who i can love so very much. i want to support my family and i want to love whoever i want. i want to get over my past and focus on my present and future and yet i just can’t.”

the sound of a car honks, causing both of us to jump in fright. arthur speaks first

“that’s probably laura now,” he turns to me “how do i look? do i look okay.”

i look at him. i really look at him.

“you look.. you look so handsome, you are handsome arthur”

i don’t see it, but arthurs cheeks are now a deep shade of red. he attempts to smile it off and then runs off to meet with laura, leaving me to watch from the window. they embrace and they laugh and smile together and i can’t help but feel nauseous in my stomach but it can’t be jealousy. it’s just me feeling protective of this boy, the one i’ve known since i was a child. yes, yes that’s what i’m feeling.

a few more days have passed and me and arthur have managed to become great friends. i’ve also managed to bury my feelings, or whatever i’m thinking about him as well. we currently lay beneath a big oak tree in the park and we busy ourselves with the occasional conversation. arthur also busies himself, by occasionally sketching out a drawing. we’ve found peace in the world.

the silence is broken when arthur asks “y/n when are you going to see your parents?”

“oh, quite soon.”

“you’ve said that over a dozen times this month, trust me if i earned money every time you said that , i would be the richest person ever!” 

“well, short answers will always save trouble and i don’t know exactly when.”

“they expect you y/n, so why don’t you just go see them.”

“i’m not ready to go back i guess and if i go it means we won’t get to hang out together anymore.” 

i jump up and playfully swat him, bringing my hand up to punch him but he grabs it before i can even lower it. i stare at him long and hard, analysing ever single detail on his face. i really don’t get how i never noticed how good looking he was when we were young. and at least he notices me.

“what are you doing?”

“i’m looking at you.”

“no y/n, i mean what do you want to do with yourself?”

“i’ve been trying to write a play, figured that would be something that could get me somewher-”

“it’s a waste of your time.”

“well what better idea do you have for me?”

“go back to your parents and go back to uni and get your degree, just make something of yourself, doing something you enjoy.”

he returns to his sketching once again and i can’t help but become curious of what he’s drawing. arthur obviously notices my curiosity and hands me one of his old sketches, one he did years ago. it’s of me and charles, me staring at him and him looking off into the distance. pffft how much of an idiot was i? he didn’t see me as more than a friend and it was clear even if you took one glance at our behaviour towards each other, what with me always wanting to hold him close and look him in the eye and he only wanted to hang out with me. i guess i was just blinded by “love” to notice that the love wasn’t even love, it was friendship.

“when did you do this one?” 

“um that one was ... the day of the beach i think, the day i met laura” 

just the mention of her name, makes me want to run home and scream and cry into my pillow. god and she’s his fiancé as well. i feel bad because i haven't even met the girl but i just can’t seem to stop my blood from boiling and then i get this realisation in my mind. 

i’m in love with arthur leclerc. god, people must think i have an obsession with the leclerc brothers, but i can reassure you i don’t. i don’t see him as charles leclercs little brother anymore, i see him as arthur leclerc the boy who has made you the happiest women in the world by just being next to me, and never have i felt more grateful for that day on the hill, because that day i was set free and without that day i never would’ve seen arthur as anything less than a friends younger brother. yet i’m too late now, his heart has been stolen by another and i will never ever, get the chance to hold him close and feel his fingers running through my hair. i will never get the chance to speak to him about how much i love him without being rejected so horribly. i will never get to tell him that his laugh is like a drug to me and that his smile is a cure to all of my pain or that he is.. he is just everything to me. he is someone that a prince is based off of and maybe in another world, he would actually be my prince, but we don’t all get our happy endings.

“when is she coming back?”

“a week maybe two but when she gets back, we’ll start getting the planning together.”

i don’t know where i get the confidence to utter the next words but i do.

“don’t marry her.”

i prepare myself for the harsh rejection but all arthur can let out is a quiet

“what?”

“i said don’t marry her.”

my voice is louder this time and i’m sure he can hear what i’ve said.

“why?”

“you know why arthur...”

i take two steps towards him and go to grab his hand but he pulls away.

“no. stop it y/n... you’re being mean and you know it. you can’t just mess with my feelings like that, i’m not a toy.”

by now tears are slipping down our cheeks.

“why?”

“i have always been second to charles, in everything and you know it, but what you don’t know is the amount of times i’ve cried over you and the fact that charles had gotten the girl was heart braking and yet now you care when you feel like you like me back. y/n that’s not fair. you can’t just pick and choose when you want me. especially not now when i am happy-”

“but your not happy and you know that! i see the way you are with her, leading her on. you’re acting like charles did to me so don’t call me mean.”

“but you are y/n and i won’t stop this wedding just for you to love me for a month or two, no i won’t do it, not when i’ve spent my entire life loving you.”

it’s been a day since arthur last saw you and he already missed you like crazy. he really don’t know how charles managed to give up such an amazing girl like you, it was a topic he would often think about. either way, arthur couldn’t stop thinking about you and your sad eyes as he left you alone in a hurry. he rushes into his friends house, excited to actually finally have peace for the first time in weeks

“hello mate!”

“y/n was just here.”

“was she?” 

“yeah, she said she would be off to see her family for a bit” his friend nods and arthur can’t help but smile. 

“when will he be coming back here?”

“why do you care so much, what do you need to chat about so urgently?”

“... i just told laura that i couldn’t marry her.” 

“does you breaking up with laura have anything to do with y/n?”

“yes.”

he doesn’t even bother lying because he’s in love and no one is in his way. he can love the girl of his dreams freely, without shame and with the knowledge that she loves him back. wow, that feels nice to say.

i watch as arthur stands at the train station, waiting with his luggage, occasionally checking his watch, when i pull my car up, getting out and walking towards him slowly, still aware of the tension between us.

“i couldn’t let you go home alone and i figured i needed to go home as well, even if you hate me.”

“oh y/n i don’t hate you.”

“i love you” he wants to say, but he can’t.

we hug and when he pulls back he holds eye contact with me and says “i’m not marrying laura”

“i heard.”

“i didn’t do it for you, i did it for me so don’t you think for even one minute, that i did this for you, it’s because i realised, that i didn’t love her.”

i look at his face carefully, with nothing but love and affection, when i slowly take his face into my hands and kiss him. i kiss him slowly at first and then a bit quicker, arthur matching my movements, we kiss for the time that we could’ve been in love with each other and we kiss to grieve the time we lost, and i know that this is how it’s meant to be. this is what home feels like and this is what forever feels like. arthur is the one for me, 

meanwhile, charles sits with his mother, taking a break from the stress of the races, looking out at the world, thinking about his past and future, when suddenly, his mother speaks up.

“did you know that y/n is coming home soon?”

that makes charles interested, straight away lifting his head encouraging his mother to speak more.

“is she?”

she nods “arthur messaged, he’s coming home, he said he misses us dearly and he said that y/n will come home with him.” 

“hmm that’s nice of her to join him.” charles stands up quickly and begins to pace the room anxiously.

“what's wrong?”

“i think maybe... maybe i was a bit quick in turning down y/n.”

“well, do you love him?”

“i think that if she asked me again i would say yes.... but do you reckon she’ll ask me again?”

“i didn’t ask that charles... do you love her?”

“ i want to be loved.”

“you know that isn’t the same thing”

“i’m just so lonely ma”

“i know charles, but it’s okay.” 

charles suddenly feels the need to express his words for me, writing pages and pages. it reads:

‘dear y/n, i miss you more than i have ever missed anything. i haven’t been able to get my mind off of you for a couple days and i’ve realised that maybe letting you go was one of the worst i could’ve done. i think it was because i was young and i didn’t want to make such a big commitment that could possibly ruin our friendship, which was ruined anyway as soon as i said no. but time has moved on and i’ve matured and i’ve come to the realisation that i cannot live another moment without waking up beside you and that i was a fool to turn you down. i just hope that even after all this time i’ve still managed to stay in your heart because i can say without a doubt, you will always be in mine.”

once finishing the letter he places it on the pillow of the guest room, the one that the girl he loves will put her head on. he feels free after putting it down, finally being able to say the words that have been on this conscious for a while.

“charles” i say, nudging my friend out of his slumber. “charles.”

his eyes flutter open, widening once he sees me.

“y/n! oh y/n your really here!”

he jumps up and bundles me into a hug, one that makes me stumble backwards whilst wearing the biggest smile i had ever seen in my life.

“oh charles, did you miss me?”

i feel charles nod against me and i smile.

“i really did, you don’t understand and no words can express exactly how happy i am to see you either.”

“oh thank god, i thought that you would’ve forgotten about me. anyway, i wanted to speak to you, alone.”

“yes, yes what is it. come sit down.”

the air is different. it’s not like we’re twenty one again, always laughing and joking around with each other. no it isn’t like that at all, because we’ve grown up.  

he attempts to make a joke. “how was arthur, did he bother you on the flight with his constant chatter?”

i laugh and smile, just at the thought of arthur. 

“yes but i loved it.” 

“speaking of arthur, where is he? did he stop off somewhere before coming here?”

“he’s speaking to your mother, and you just know that no matter how hard i tried, there was no way i was getting my boyfriend out of her clutches.” 

i don’t see it, but charles’ face drops instantly as soon as the word ‘boyfriend’ leaves my mouth. boyfriend? arthur leclerc dating y/n y/l/n?

“your... your what?”

once i realise my mistake i sigh in dissapointment.

“oh god. now i’ve done it! we were supposed to keep it a surprise for dinner but look at me! i ruined it!”

“what surprise?”

 “well, that arthur finally plucked up the courage and finally asked me to be his girlfriend of course!”

“you and... arthur.” 

“yes, it happened very fast, one day we were just friends and then the next were in love.”

“are you really.... in love with him?” 

“yes. oh and charles i wanted to say just one more thing and then we can just sweep it under the mat forever. i have always loved you charles and i probably always will but the love i have for arthur is different.... you were right, by the way, we would've killed each other.”

“ye- yes.” 

“i think we were lucky to not go any further than a friendship so thank you charles.”

“oh,... y/n/n.”

 “did you know that no one calls me that apart from you.”

“what does arthur call you?”

“princess.” i’m joking of course but i don’t charles realises, once again proving that we are now different people. 

“that sounds like him. you deserve each other.”

“charles... can we still be friends?”

he swallows painfully and forces out his words.

“of course y/n, forever.”

we move to go downstairs, myself going to greet their mother again, whereas arthur meets charles at the bottom of the stairs, pulling him to another room.

“did y/n tell you?”

“yes.” 

arthur looks at him expectantly and charles feels the anger overtake him and he feels as if he could fight with arthur, just as they used to when they were children but manages to calm himself, reminding himself that getting angry with arthur would ruin the relationship he had with you, again. 

“arthur, i’m happy for you, i really am. it was written in the stars.”

“oh, thank goodness, i wish i could’ve told you myself but it just happened so fast and i was just really scared of how you would feel because, well you know why.”

"no, no. never.”

"so you aren’t angry?”

yes. yes he is but never would he say it out loud, it would be a secret he would take to the grave.

“life's too short to hold a grudge against your brother.” 

“thank you charles.”

and arthur really means it, because without charles no, arthur never would’ve gotten the girl of his dreams. without charles saying no, he would still be standing on the sidelines and he would forever be in debt with charles for that.

but charles didn’t mean it, because due to charles saying no, arthur got the girl of his dreams and due to charles saying no, arthur got to leave the sideline and now no amount of repaid debt would ever make charles’s heart feel half as full as it did when y/n was his best friend.

but y/n was never his, she was arthurs and he would just have to accept that.

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umm umm hthis is my first time requesting something (the “ing” in requesting autocorrected to “nnghhh” help)

um im kind of like nervous idk but basicaly i had this idea UM so like i umm the reader is like she goes to like guitar and shes in like guitar class w/ law and basically your supposed to do a group project where u like learn a song with a group of 2 or more people but the reader and law are both socially awkward so theyre forced to pair together 😭😭 n then they become friends n sh idk

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“This is Awkward”

word count: 3.8k

a/n: new layout omgggg?? and i CHANGED YOUR LIFE?? HELLO?? ilysm enjoy

summary: you meet law at a music class and neither of you know how to socialize, which is no brainer. after being forcefully bumped together to group you realize that the both of you seem to be very alike.

contents: fluff

‘If being socially awkward was a job, I’d be filthy rich…’

You thought while sweating bullets from your forehead just by sitting next to the man you’ve caught yourself staring at for weeks. Your body tensed up as if frozen solid and you couldn’t even bear to glance at the boy next to you. Your music teacher discussed the rules and guidelines of the new project you were groped into. How did your innocently enrolling into a music class for fun turn into you panicking about starting a conversation?

You worked wonders on the guitar ever since you were in single digits. Drums, trumpets, or violins never piqued your interest, but the famous chordophone instrument made sparkles grow in your eyes. Now, you enrolled in an afterschool guitar class for extra credit and to have fun. You were at the top of your class only to be in second place by none other than the culprit of your now skyrocketing nerves; Trafalgar Law.

Law enrolled in the class shortly after you did. He looked stone-cold and extremely intimidating, according to the rest of the students. They all feared him once they saw the printed ink on his fingers, hands, arms, and chest. His piercings on his ears and the one on his lip didn’t make it any better either, but the raven-haired boy seemed to not give a damn. He slouched in his seat without a care in the world until it was time to show off his talents. Everyone adored his musical ability as soon as he enchanted them with his talents like some sort of siren. You couldn’t lie, you were jealous, but his excruciatingly amazing good looks were making it really hard to hold a grudge.

Now, you were paired up with the man himself, and your teacher not only forced you to perform a song together but also sat next to each other for an open discussion before class ended. You could faintly smell his pine and cinnamon scent, the smell sending shockwaves through your body. You both heard the buzzing of conversation amongst your paired peers and realized you two were the only people who weren’t talking.

You heard Law clear his throat. It was apparent he was just as, if not more, awkward than you were. He folded his lips and glanced in the opposite direction while you gave him one quick glance. This was all too painful.

“So…” Law said lowly. The grumbling of his voice nearly startled you considering this man had very few words. You quickly turn to him only to turn away just as fast.

“So…” You say similarly. An amazing conversation you two shared, truly. Law felt like his body was about to explode and pulled on his crew neck sweater to let air flow through his chest.

“What… kind of song do you wanna do?” You ask awkwardly, your voice sounding similar to a robot. You saw Law click his tongue and left his mouth agape to think.

“Not sure…” He replied. ‘Was that it?’ You thought. You can clearly tell this man had very few friends growing up. He bounced his leg up and down as some sort of stim for his nerves.

“Okay this is like… really awkward…” You blurt out, your nerves only making your mouth more blunt. Your cheeks began to flush of pigment and you exhaled in slight laughter. Law nodded.

“Oh, absolutely” He agreed. His pensive demeanor seemed to relax once you began to recognize the thick tension between you two.

“Okay well erm… I’m (F/N)” You shakily held out a hand to the awkward boy only for him to eye it for a few moments. You flinched when you felt him finally grasp it.

“Law” He managed to crack a small smile when the awkwardness began to die down. You two shook hands before it was separated.

“We can do some sort of… duet? Do you also do vocals?” Your voice was low and timid, still not quite fully adjusted to speaking to someone you weren’t fond of. Law scratched the back of his neck nervously and avoided eye contact.

“I do… Sometimes…” He says as if he was ashamed or embarrassed by it. You didn’t expect such a dark and cold guy to be a singer.

“Cool, Me too…” You tried not to stammer or fumble on your words but he was making it really difficult. “Um… The teacher said we don’t have to make our own song” You shrugged.

“What are you insinuating?” Law asked, finally landing his cold eyes on you to hear you out. You lightly blush, seeing his entire face and how defined it is in front of you.

“I’m saying… We can just do a cover of a song… To save us the trouble and the uh” You fold your lips and gesture your hands. “Painful awkwardness…”

“Yeah, smart…” Law shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something, but quickly retracted. You could’ve sworn you saw a light tint of pink on his tan cheeks.

“My place or erm… Yours?” He asks, seeming as if he just asked you to do something horrible. You raised an eyebrow and felt your body temperature rise all of a sudden. ‘What? Why is he inviting me over all of a sudden?’

Law seemed to sense your concern and massive confusion with a blink of an eye and rolled his own.

“The teacher said we should meet up someplace outside here to work on it more” Law explained. Those directions were completely foreign to you. She must’ve said it while you were panicking internally just by sitting next to Law.

“Oh, right! Yeah, right…” You laugh nervously and try to create a facade that you knew the whole time, only making it more painfully awkward than before.

“We can… Do mine” You say, your fingers interlocking with each other out of nerves. Law nodded slowly at your statement.

“Cool” Law said lowly. He pulled out a sleek, noir device out of his pocket to unlock it. His screen was presented right in front of you with an empty contact. You stared at it, completely puzzled.

“Oh, right… My number” You say, grabbing his phone to type in your personal digits so you two can keep in touch. Your thumbs were practically vibrating while you moved them to type.

“Erm, here…” You handed his device back to a distracted Law, who seemed to be gazing out the window next to him before quickly turning his head to you.

“Oh, uh thanks,” He says, quickly smiling before tucking his phone away into his pocket. It was only polite for you to reciprocate the same thing—but you didn’t.

The teacher said it was time for everyone to depart and you couldn’t thank her enough for putting an end to the dreadful interaction. Law was quick to grab his bag and hook it onto his shoulder. You were right behind him before he stopped and rubbed his chin to finally face you.

“I’ll.. Text you when I get home… Kay?” He says. His body standing tall rather than sitting down like before was intimidating. He was practically a skyscraper compared to you. You gulped and nodded.

“Got it” You say, your voice slightly softened and you give him a false smile before quickly strutting past him. One simple guy made your body hotter than the surface of the sun, which is exactly how you’d describe his looks.

Despite his painfully terrible social skills, his looks were entirely different. His jawline was chiseled and his fingers were toned. His piercings perfectly fit his character as well as his tattoos. Not to mention the facial hair that did wonders to your brain. You hated how he was more talented than you but also how attractive he was. Surely he knew he could charm any girl he stumbled across but with social skills like that, it was only a fantasy for Law.

The cold breeze from the outdoors felt like paradise against your skin. Finally being able to get fresh air when you were drowning in Earthquaking nerves. But the nerves you once experienced back in class were nothing compared to the ones you’ll experience when Law comes over.

-

When he did, you stared up at him with doe eyes at the doorway. He wore different attire, a more loose and short-sleeved shirt. The only similarity was that he’d never retire the iconic dark color black. He scratched his head while he stood tall before you.

“Uh, hey” Law waved. You giggle out of nervousness before you side stepped aside to let the socially impaired man inside.

He looked inside your apartment like a lost puppy and kept his hands tucked into his jean pockets. He stood uncomfortably by your kitchen island while you locked your front door.

“Um…” You hum before turning to him. He seemed to be intrigued by the decor of your place or was finding any small excuse to avoid eye contact. “Thirsty? Hungry? I uh… Have snacks” You offer, approaching the kitchen only to brush past him. Law caught a whiff of your sweet perfume and it caused his cheeks to flare.

“Oh, how about some sandwiches?” You say with a smile, observing the ingredients you had to assemble the delicious treat. You turned your back to a cringing Law, as if you said the most vile words to ever exist on Earth.

“I don’t do sandwiches…” He grumbled. He felt more comfortable leaning against the table. You raised an eyebrow followed by turning your whole body towards him.

“What? Why?” You ask, quickly folding your arms. Now, you were suddenly craving a sandwich only for it to be stomped on by your awkward house guest.

“I don’t like bread?” Law says with a sassy tone. His tone made you wanna kick him square in his cold face but, of course, you retracted.

“So you’re picky? Gotcha’” You tease, grabbing two clear glasses and filling them up with fresh, purified water.

“It’s just bread. ‘Didn’t know you were an enthusiast for sandwiches” Law rolled his eyes and wrapped his hands around the glass to take a sip. You eyed his tattooed fingers, finally spelling out what they had said; “Death”. ‘Odd choice…’

“Sorry I wanted to make my house guest feel welcome” You grumble before taking a sip. You didn’t receive a word from Law, only a cold glance and a relieved exhale after drinking the beverage.

You walked over to your propped-up guitar that was splashed with stickers of bright colors. You plugged in the amp as well as the instrument itself.

“Oh, my bad…” Law said lowly. Besides bringing himself, he brought his own guitar. He sat by you on the couch, pulling out his instrument.

His sleek, black guitar contrasted dramatically with yours. You two sat in the living room with reasonable space but it still made you nervous. Law stood close by you, leaning over to plug in his guitar. You could practically feel his breath on your neck while he effortlessly plugged it in. You both shared quick eye contact before you quickly turned away. Law sat down in his seat to strum his guitar. It sounded perfectly tuned meanwhile you struggled to tune yours.

“Um… Need help?” Law watched you struggle for a few moments and you felt as if his eyes had daggers of judgment. You glared at him.

“Sure… I guess” You grumble in defeat. With those words, Law stood up to stand right beside you.

His inked hand wrapped on the headstock of the instrument and his fingers pinched the tuning pegs. He leaned over next to you, not quite knowing how close you two were. Law only got closer to strum the guitar. The sound didn’t seem to satisfy him, as he was still close to you to tune the guitar. You heard him grumble in his chest after hearing the wrong tuning.

“One sec” He murmured. He gave the guitar one last strum and it was music to both of your ears. It satisfied the both of you and you saw the cold man carve a smile. Meanwhile, you felt like your heart was about to pump out of your chest. Law looked at you, hoping to see a satisfied smile in hopes that he did a nice job but that was completely absent. As soon as he saw your flushed face and trembling expression, he realized how close he was. His face burned as he quickly moved aside.

“Sorry, I… Um,” He cleared his throat and adjusted his shirt awkwardly. He folded his lips before strutting off back to his seat, gripping the neck of his guitar firmly. If it were a real person, I’d be as bright as a plum in his grip.

“It’s… alright” You managed to finally say through the nerves and pure anxiety. A moment of silence lingered between you two like a swarming disease.

“I can show you my Spotify playlist… For song suggestions, I mean” Law says, already shuffling through his pockets for his phone. Your head perked up at his suggestion, not even considering his idea. Timidly extending your hand out to grab his phone, he anxiously placed it in your hand.

You silently grazed her eyes upon the long list of songs of different genres and artists. Law seemed to have a plethora of different tastes, being the type of person to listen to two totally different songs depending on his mood. Most of which you recognized, and you saw a recurring pattern of your favorite musical artist. The frequency of the songs popping up with each swipe indicated that Law, too, enjoyed that artist.

“You like them?” You presented the profile of the mentioned artist that Law seemed to be following already. His face grew red by your words, causing nothing but embarrassment to seep through his expression.

“Yeah, I guess…” Law stammered on his words and tried everything in his willpower to avoid keeping eye contact. You grew a bright smile at his response, relieved that you found something in common with the awkward man.

“Cool! I—uh… Really like them too” You say, swiping your finger across the screen to find a song that you liked most. Law’s expression softened.

“Oh?” Is all Law managed to say. He ran his fingers through his locks and cracked a small smile, just to put the pensive awkwardness to rest.

“I don’t know many people who know them” Law continues. You gave him a happy glance, the first time ever since you two first exchanged names.

“Me neither. Here, we can do this song then” You say, handing back Law’s personal device he itched for. The song presented in front of him was also a song he similarly enjoyed. He chuckled, the low noise sending chills down your spine.

“I’m down” He shrugged.

Your hands pulled up sheet music digitally on your laptop beside you. Law seemingly did the same through his own device so the both of you were all set. Your house echoed with music as a warmup, it mainly being Law doing a staircase exercise for his fingers. You watched his fingers move smoothly and rhythmically as if he didn’t even have to keep his eyes on the neck of his guitar to make sure his fingers were on the right notes. Law could beautifully tame his guitar with his eyes shut and on the back of his head if he wanted to. Law caught your gaze, almost falling into a similar one.

“Ready…?” He said lowly. You snapped out of your small daydream to focus on the assessment at hand. You clicked your tongue and nodded profusely.

“Yeah-! Yeah, let’s get started!”

You two practiced the song for the first time and it went smoothly. You loved Law’s vocals, slowly lowering your own voice so his own was more apparent. He really was some sort of siren in disguise. You were sworn that if you kept admiring his vocals and talents, you’d be locked under some sort of spell if you hadn’t already.

I start to drown out, forget the sunrise

Are we alone now?

This planet on repeat, left frozen, boiling heat

Too late to find out, too late to find out

And I don’t need love

Your hands hiccuped on the cords, causing the music to stumble to a temporary halt. You grumbled at the fact you messed up a single cord but softened once your eyes trailed on a concerned Law. He had his brows furrowed, looking for an answer at the sudden halt. He telepathically asked you what was up, as if it was clearly spoken in your ears.

“Can’t seem to do this cord… Sorry,” You reply. Law placed his instrument on the other end of the couch to approach you. Each step you took matched your pounding heartbeat. As his inked hand lowered to rest on your frail ones, you were ready to explode.

You watched Law’s silvered necklace dangle on his neck as he leaned down toward you. The swinging of it was enough to hypnotize you as if his charming looks and voice weren’t enough. Law moved your fingers on the correct positioning the sheet music instructed you to do.

“Now strum f’me” Law directed. You halt for a moment, staring up at him for what seemed like decades before you did as told. It was like Law had your body in a chokehold with how obediently you grazed your pick on the metal strings. The note echoed through the walls, Law was more than satisfied with the correct noise in comparison to the hiccuped sound you performed before.

“Thanks…” You murmured. Law took his eyes from your hands, that were now in control by his own, and made eye contact with you. His cheeks grew vibrant, quickly retracting his hands. This time, though, his distance was still pretty close.

“Sorry, I keep messing up and you have to help so much…” You say bashfully, setting the instrument aside. Law cleared his throat once again and scratched his neck. You were starting to notice something consistent.

“It’s alright—I mean, I don’t mind… Helping you, I suppose” Law seemed like an anxious pre-teen with the way he was talking. Truth is, your doe eyes and sweet scent altered the way he saw you. You were cute and shared similar ambitions, Law couldn’t help but feel like a nervous little boy around you.

“You sing… Really nicely, by the way,” You abruptly compliment him, and that nearly made his heart stop. He eyed the neighboring as if it were the most beautiful sight to ever exist.

“Yeah, you too… Thanks” Law tried to cover his vulnerability by rubbing his face, but it was apparent. His terrible social skills and how easy it was to make him flustered, he was more than nervous around you.

“No wonder you’re better than me… I can’t even tune my guitar” You bashfully say, relaxing your tensed body into the seat more comfortably. Law raised an eyebrow for a moment before interlocking his arms together.

“So? You’re great at playing and singing” Law complimented. Despite his nice words, his tone was the opposite. It was like slipping off tin ice, cold as ever.

“Be proud in your playing, ya do it pretty well. Better than everything Iv'e seen in that class at least” Law continues. The eye contact shared between you two during a short pause was bone-chilling. You gave a soft smile.

“Thanks, Law. You’re not so bad after all” You’ve completely relaxed since you met him for the first time. He was quite awful at socializing, but he seemed nothing less than a sweet boy underneath.

“Whaddya’ mean?” Law raised an eyebrow. He nonchalantly leaned his body against the armrest of your couch.

“You’re so painfully awkward, I was worried I’ll forever suffer from awkwardness” You put it blunt, considering there was no other way to put it. You saw Law’s eyes widen and quickly separate his gaze from you out of embarrassment.

“Right erm-… Sorry, I guess…” You giggle at his embarrassment which you suddenly find rather adorable. His contrasting cold nature paired with a nervous attitude, you couldn’t help but blush.

“Hey, how about we go out for some coffee to get to know each other better” You suddenly say. Your lips move uncontrollably to say those words, never once asking anyone out in your life. Not like you never wanted to, but the idea of explaining your feelings was nerve-wracking. You quickly snapped back to reality. “Not like-! A date or anything, just like… Um- Settling in?” You squeak.

Law stared at you with tinted cheeks and wide eyes. He stammered, trying to find the right words to say but to no avail. Law’s indecisiveness was enough for you to completely backtrack on your embarrassing idea.

“Sorry, Forget about it, don’t worry-“ You panicked but Law quickly cut your frantic sentence in half with a clear of his throat. Your face was as bright as a bell pepper.

“No, it’s alright It’s just-… Never really been asked out before” Law was trying everything in his power to cover his face from embarrassment. You stayed silent, but your brain was ricocheting with thoughts. ‘No one asked him out before? How? Look at him! Er- Well, that makes a lot of sense, actually…’

“I—… Accept. It’s a date then” Law adjusts his shirt, presumably because of the added body temperature his nerves provided. Truthfully, Law had been sweating bullets the moment he stepped foot into your home. He was sure you casted some sort of spell with the scent of your perfume.

You eyeball him with dumbfounded eyes. His words racked your brain and you were in disbelief that he actually accepted, let alone called it a date. You couldn’t help but decompress your nerves by laughing, which caused a flustered Law to stare at you

“Sorry, I was just so embarrassed that I didn’t think you’d say yes” You relaxed your composure. Law soon did the same and you both exchanged relieved giggles and chuckles. This day couldn’t get any more weird.

“How’s tomorrow afternoon sound? We can do more than just sit for coffee” You exhale, smiling in bliss rather than in discomfort like how you’ve been resorting to all evening. Law nodded. The pigment of his cheeks seemed to relax.

“Sounds good t’me” Law gave you a half smile, and something told you that this time it was genuine and not full of embarrassment. You giggle.

“Alright. And there will be no sandwiches, kay?” You joked, only to receive an eye roll of Law from pure sass. Knowing that you managed to make a playful joke about him was a sign that you two were now friends, and maybe more of it all goes well.

“How kind of you, (F/N)-ya. Let's get back to playing" He replied sarcastically. Law tried not to make an amused smile but his body was too weak. He couldn’t help but crack his lips into it while picking up his guitar into his hands.

“Don’t mess up this time” He winks. Your heart was sure to burst and your heart rate was off the rails. You giggled, cheeks moderately pigmented to display your feelings.

“Shut up”

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[hacked-by-jake]

𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙩 | 𝙎𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙞𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣

𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙭 𝙈𝘾. [Jake is bigger than MC and the mysterious hacker (?)]

A/n: Did anyone say self indulgent, shitty, comforting Jake x MC scenario? No? But I did. Don’t mind me. So here. Ok this is really nothing special, it’s small and somehow makes sense but somehow no sense but I needed it. Hope you like it too. Ignore the mistakes. Have fun. Bye. 💚

Warnings: None

When you turn into a corridor in the supermarket, you see a small group of people and quickly realize that it is the group you were with during school time.

After your graduation, however, and after your case in Duskwood, the contact has been lost, and even if you have nothing against them, you have pulled back socially strongly and would rather avoid them.

Especially because you are not interested in having the typical conversations about 'How is your life?' or 'Where do you work?' etc..

But before you can quickly withdraw, you have already been noticed.

"MC?" your former friend notes rather questioningly.

"Oh, hi guys." you greet them all a little forced.

"Wow, how nice to see you’re still alive." Although it was meant more as a joke to you, you have the feeling to hear a little reproach in his voice.

"Yes, haha", you answer: "I’m still alive, you apparently also?"

What a stupid question, MC.

"How are you? What happened? We haven’t heard from you in a long time, don’t you live here anymore?"

"Not much happened, to be honest." Hah, liar. 'I was only wanted by the government because my friend is a hacker who hacked their important and secret Servers.' "And yes, actually I still live here, I’m just often somewhere else."

"Oh, so, sounds like you found a boyfriend?" you don’t know if you’re imagining it because the situation is so uncomfortable for you, but you think you can hear a little mockery in her voice.

And before you can answer, suddenly from behind, a hand stroke over the left side of your hip and stayed there.

"Are you ready?"

Far too fast and a little scared you look over your right shoulder where no less than Jake is standing.

If he weren’t so close to you, you wouldn’t be able to see his piercing ice blue eyes. But luckily for you, he looked directly at you and you could almost immediately lose yourself in his gaze.

As always, he had pulled his hood so deep into his face that his eyes were covered by the shadow. All others could see was a piece of his nose and his beautiful lips.

His slightly rough voice, which appeared far too close to your ear, gave you goose bumps and you almost had to swallow when your body immediately reacted with pure happiness to his presence.

You feel the scrutinizing looks on you and your boyfriend who is, as always, dressed in all black.

The black high boots you love so much, the black jeans, the black hoodie and the jacket, the same he wore in your first call but only in black instead of dark blue.

Four rings rested on his finger, two on each hand.

On the back of his right hand that was placed on your hip, the Nymos-Eye tattoo shimmered and together with the black rings it gave a pretty nice picture.

Thanks to the small distance between your faces, you can feel his peppermint smelling breath on your face and as every time you are close to him, you feel the nervousness growing in you.

The situation with your former friends who all looked a little surprised didn’t make the whole situation any better.

Your eyes fell on Jake’s lips as he moistened them with his tongue as he waited for a response from you.

"Oh, uh- yeah, yeah, I’m ready."

"Perfect" he spoke softly, then his gaze wandered upwards and he scanned the group that was still facing you and had not moved an inch.

"Do you know these people?" Jake asks and looks back down at you.

You nod: "we went to school together."

Again Jake looks up and nods to the group once briefly as a greeting, then he steps away from you, but immediately grabs your hand: "Can we leave? Nymos notified me, my program is done."

"Sure," you answer him, then you turn to your former friends while Jake has already dragged you some steps with him, "Sorry," you start a little embarrassed: "We have to go. Nice meeting you guys."

You wave quickly, then both of you have already disappeared from their field of vision.

Jake gives you a slightly skeptical look.

"You didn’t look happy talking to them, I thought I’d save you."

You smile at him: "Thank you for the help, my hero."

"The one girl looked pretty shocked" he jokes and you roll your eyes.

"No wonder, you know exactly what effect you have on people, we talked about it often enough."

"As long as I have the right effect on you, I don’t care about anything else."

With these words he led your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your tingling skin.

[cdragons]

The Eastern Wind & Moon Sail to Winterfell

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Summary: 美灵 (Měilíng) and 明阴 (Míng Yīn) visit House Stark after news of Jon Arryn's death and murder arrives at Winterfell. Ned Stark senses a trouble brewing in the air. Are the vultures from King's Landing circling to soon feast on his family's flesh? Is there any way to stop it? Meanwhile, the Young Wolf begins to battle his desires for the heart and affections of one tempestuous YiTish Sea Captain.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+; Canon doesn't exist here *shhhhhhhh*, Ned is having a crisis, Stannis may be OOC; Robb Stark wants to Dom the hot sea captain when he's clearly a Sub; Catelyn Stark is kind of a bitch; GOT is GOT (shit's gonna go down); Yi Tish dialogue is Bold, Italicized, and Green

Author's Note: Author hasn't seen Game of Thrones in a long-ass time, so if the characters are OOC...my bad 🤷🏻‍♀️. I used Mandarin for YiTish, and translations are at the bottom. Game of Thrones belong to GRR Martin, and the regions of Yi Ti are all credited to @anya-snow. If you liked reading this, please check out the masterlist!

Arya continually stabbed her needle in the fabric as Septa Mordane gushed over Sansa’s pretty embroidery. She looked beside her and met eyes with his youngest brother’s betrothed, Shireen Baratheon. The young girl gave an encouraging smile as she also struggled with stitching and embroidery. The young Baratheon heiress preferred to lose herself in the ancient library in Winterfell or with Maester Luwin as they discussed the history of House Targaryen.

The Stark girl smiled back at the young Baratheon. She liked Shireen very much, and thought her excellent company. At night, she would recount tales and stories her sister, Minna, shared from her travels in letters or from herself. Arya felt her mood drop again as he looked at Sansa. Shireen was so lucky to have an older sister as exciting and fun as Minna—someone who would fight and travel the world. The girls were only sisters through marriage. Shireen was from Stannis Baratheon’s first marriage, as Minna was the daughter of her mother’s first in Yi Ti, but they loved each other so fiercely that blood hardly mattered.

Minna didn’t care that Shireen was scarred from Greyscale, nor did she treat her as a pitiful creature to grow with her face. Minna and her mother, Lady Mei, loved the girl to the seven hells and back. The woman loved Shireen so much that she demanded her new husband swear that Shireen’s place as his heir would not be changed if they ever had a son. Arya still remembered the night she overheard Shireen tell Rickon how Minna told her that the gods gave Shireen her scars to prevent the Maiden from cursing her.

“Minnie told me I have the most beautiful soul,” she whispered just loud enough for Arya to hear her from outside an open door. “If I were beautiful both inside and out, the Gods would have cursed me for having too much, like Aphrodite had done to Marcaria.”

Arya bitterly continued with her stitching as a dull thud entered her ears, and she turned her head in the direction of laughter outside in the courtyard.

Bran struggled as he pulled his arm to draw out the bowstring. His older brothers, Jon and Robb, stood beside him in observation to guide his lessons while his younger brother, Rickon, sat above them on a mounted saddle. When he released the bowstring, the arrow shot up and over the target and outside the wall. He looked down in dejection as his brothers began to laugh even harder.

“And which one of you was a mark smith at ten?” his father, Lord Eddard ‘Ned’ Stark, called out above them. He and Lady Catelyn Stark, nee Tully, watched him practice. Ned Stark looked at his young son and encouraged him. “Keep practicing, Bran. Go on.”

Jon Snow lowered to whisper in Bran’s ear. “Don’t think too much about it, Bran.”

“Relax your bow arm,” remarked Robb.

Just when Bran was about to release his draw, an arrow shot past him and pierced the red center of the target. Whipping his head behind him, Bran saw it was Arya with a bow about twice her height. She curtsied with a smile before Bran went after her. She let him chase after her, and soon, they were running around the courtyard.

“Quick, Bran! Faster!” called out Jon as he and Robb watched their two siblings joyfully play.

Rickon remained seated on the mounted saddle. He looked up at the window where Sansa and Shireen should be. When his mother and father told him he would marry Stannis Baratheon’s daughter last year, his mother was enraged. He overheard Mother plead with his father to reconsider the match. She did not want her youngest boy to be with someone deformed by the gods. But Father dismissed her claims.

“Shireen Baratheon is Mei’s daughter now, and she confirmed that the girl’s illness is no longer contagious.” Ned Stark firmly stated.

“You would risk our family’s health over some foreign woman’s ‘confirmation?’’ Catelyn Stark exclaimed. “How is she to know? How can you possibly trust her words so much? A woman from a land as far as hers has no way of knowing such remedies. What if she and that girl–”

Her husband cut her off. “That’s enough, Cat. I understand your worries. I do. But I will not allow you to besmirch Mei’s and her daughter’s good names. She has been a long friend of Stannis Baratheon, and now she is his wife. She would never harm children. Never.”

He noticed his words frustrated his wife, and he placed a gentle hand on her arm before laying a soft kiss on her brow. “Mei is probably the wisest woman I have ever known. And sending Shireen with her daughter isn’t so much for an engagement – but to make her comfortable around others. The boys are long used to her sister’s presence; they will take up nicely with Shireen’s.”

And the matter was settled. Rickon remembered how Mother and Sansa kept their distance from the girl when she first arrived with Minna. Minna would only stay for the first month before leaving to travel to the Reach and then Dorne. When Shireen first approached him during Luwin’s lessons, he was amazed by the book size she was carrying. The moment she opened her mouth about things like Jin and huakaʻi pō, Rickon decided that it would make him extremely happy if he spent the rest of his life with Shireen. His mother was less than pleased and stormed off to lock herself in Winterfell’s Sept. But Father only gave Rickon a proud smile and gave his hair a good tousle.

As Ned Stark and his wife laughed at the scene, they were interrupted by the small pattering of a child’s footsteps running towards them. They turned and saw Shireen Baratheon escorted by Theon Greyjoy, the Ironborn ward. The odd pair first bowed respectfully and greeted Lord and Lady Stark with their titles before Theon stepped aside for Shireen. The young girl was beaming so widely that it warmed the old Lord’s heart. He couldn’t help but pity the child for the hand life dealt her, but it filled his heart to know that she would at least experience some kindness outside her own family.

“Ah, Lady Shireen,” he greeted the girl. “What brings you here? Come to watch Bran practice?”

Shireen shook her head. “No, my lord. I just received news from Shadow. My sister is currently docked at Dragonstone, and she, Mother, and Steffard will be arriving in White Harbor in a week’s time from tomorrow!”

Ned’s eyebrows shot up in bewilderment. “A week? From Dragonstone to White Harbor? How will they make it so fast with her crew and that giant ship of hers?”

“They won’t be coming with her,” Shireen answered. “She’s traveled to after stopping at King’s Landing. Father is Dragonstone to take care of some things while she sails alone. My sister is a very accomplished sailor blessed with the winds’ favor, my lord. I wouldn’t be surprised if she arrived here in just five days or less.”

Ned gave a loud laugh. “Knowing she’s your mother’s daughter, it wouldn’t surprise me either. Thank you for telling me.”

“I’ll be sure to prepare a guest room for them,” Lady Catelyn informed her husband before turning to Shireen. “Will your sister and Lady Baratheon bring their own handmaidens, or will they need one provided? Will your brother need a wet nurse?”

Shireen shook her head. “Oh no, my lady! My sister greatly dislikes the idea of handmaidens and ladies-in-waiting! But Minnie said that she would be bringing Wu! And my mother prefers to nurse my brother.”

Lady Catelyn Stark’s smile faltered slightly while Ned’s widened at the mention of Lady Minna’s ‘pets.’ The beasts resembled more killers than travel companions. Catelyn Stark almost preferred the ruffians that made up her crew to the animals.

Shireen turned to Theon. “Do you think Ari will enjoy spending time with another bird? I would feel awful if he became lonely from Shadow’s arrival.”

Theon gave a sincere smile to the young girl before tousling her hair. “I think nothing would make him happier, my lady. He was bored out of his mind being alone with the ravens before Baleor’s arrival. What’s one more?”

Rodrick walked up to his lord and lady to inform them that they had captured a deserter of the Wall, and they were ready to give his execution. Ned Stark’s expression became somber hearing the news as his eyes darted to the young Shireen. He ordered Theon to escort her and Rickon to Maester Luwin for their lessons before telling Robb and Jon to saddle their horses. When the Greyjoy ward left, he informed Rodrick that Bran would join them. This gave concern to his wife.

“Ned,” she pleaded. “Ten is too young to see such things.”

“He won’t be a boy forever,” her husband replied. “And winter is coming.”

Bran kept thinking about the words his father had imparted to him after he had taken off the deserter’s head with Ice.

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.”

It still confused him. He wanted to ask Robb when Father stopped in the middle of the road. He made a right turn toward the river. Jon was right behind Father while Bran followed. It was a direwolf! But…it was dead, and it had pups! But as excited as Bran was, he made no sound. Everyone around him was silent as they all stood in awe at the dead symbol of their house.

“It’s a freak,’ remarked Theon.

Father corrected him. ‘It’s a direwolf–” he looked at Rodrick for a moment in shock before grabbing the antler lodged in its throat “–tough old beast.”

“There are no direwolves South of the Wall,” commented Robb.

“Now there are five,” remarked Jon, picking one pup in his arms and handing it to Bran. “You want to hold it?”

The pup’s fur was white with speckles of grey across its body. Its body squirmed as it whined and whimpered at the change of its surroundings – and for the death of its mother.

Bran looked up at his brother. “Where will they go? Their mother’s dead.”

With a heavy heart, Rodrick answered the young lordling’s question. “They don’t belong down here.”

Ned Stark stood with his sword in hand. “Better a quick death. They won’t last without their mother.”

“Right,” Theon unsheathed his blade and reached for the pup in Bran’s arms. “Give it here.”

“No!” Bran cried as Theon looked mildly distressed at the boy’s plea.

“Put away your blade,” Robb commanded his friend. He didn’t like to give Theon orders – especially since the boy was more like a brother to him than just a ward his father brought from the Iron Islands, but he didn’t want to spill the direwolf pup’s blood.

Nonetheless, Robb’s words irked Theon. “I take orders from your father, not you.”

But Bran couldn’t allow the pups to die. He continued to plead with his father. “Please, Father!”

“I’m sorry, Bran.” The lord didn’t like seeing his young so upset, but he needed to understand the way of the world. It would be cruel to let the pups live – only to struggle to live and die before winter comes.

“Lord Stark–” Ned turned around to his son’s voice “–there are five pups—one for each of the Stark children. The direwolf is the sigil of your house. They were meant to have them.”

“And what about you?” thought Ned. “Are you not my child? Why should you be denied the right to wear and own the sigil of my house – your house? Even if you carry neither mine nor your mother’s name- are you still not of my blood?”

 He looked at his son with sad and hurt eyes as if reliving a memory from another lifetime ago. When everyone turned to him, waiting for an answer, he replied sternly and somberly.

“You will train them yourselves. You will feed them yourselves.” And with bitter anger on his tongue, he spat out. “And if they die, you will bury them yourselves.”

As Jon handed two more direwolf pups in Robb’s arms, Bran turned to his brother. “What about you?”

Jon hesitated before answering. “I’m not a Stark. Get on.”

But as they began to leave, Jon heard small and faint whimpers from below. He walked down to try and locate it. Robb and Theon stopped to ask if there was a problem. For his answer. He held up a sixth direwolf pup – one with stark white fur like snow and piercing blood-red eyes.

“Ah, the runt of the litter,” Theon quipped with a smug smirk. “That one’s yours, Snow.”

Jon looked at Greyjoy with exasperation, while Robb looked pleased and grateful for the albino pup’s existence. At the very least, his favorite brother also had a direwolf. He was a Stark – whether his mother liked it or not.

The ride back to Winterfell was quiet in the front, with the grown men still somber and sullen from the execution. But the boys were speaking with one another with great excitement for bringing home new members of their family. Robb and Theon were riding in front of Jon and Bran. Bran was still thinking about what the deserter said about the white walkers. Was he lying? Was Father right about mad men seeing what they want to see? But…he didn’t look mad.

“Quite the day for the lad. Eh, Bran?” Theon called out to him as Bran broke from his thoughts. “First, your first deserter execution. Next, you and your siblings are getting a direwolf each. And to think, I thought Shireen’s sister’s arrival would be the most exciting news of the day.”

“What?” thought Bran. His thoughts about white walkers and deserters were quickly replaced by news of his friend's arrival.

“Minnie’s coming?” he excitedly asked with a broad smile and bright eyes. “Did she say when? Is she bringing Wu with her?”

Theon’s news also caught Jon’s and Robb’s attention. Jon was lost in his thoughts since finding the albino wolf pup. Robb was thinking about Arya’s and Rickon’s reactions to receiving the privilege of caring for their house’s sigil. But now, something of greater import came to their attention.

“Ming’s coming?” asked Jon. “Are you sure?”

Theon smirked at the bastard’s excitement. “I was with her when Shadow flew up to her with a message tied on its leg – escorted the Lady Shireen myself when she told Lord and Lady Stark. Lass was practically jumping off the walls after reading it.”

“Did she say when she would be arriving? Are Lord Stannis and his lady wife coming with her?” asked Robb.

Theon shook his head. “She says she’s in Dragonstone to prepare for her stay. She’ll be at White Harbor in a week. She’s bringing their mother and brother, too. But Lord Stannis won’t be joining them this time.”

This greatly confused Bran and his brothers. Lord Stannis was infamous for his sour expressions and austereness – but anyone who had the privilege of meeting him now would see how much the company of his second wife softened his hard nature. Stannis Baratheon was a man who showed no love for his brothers, but he adored the women and girls in his life. An adoration now extended to his youngest child, his only son.

For such a man to not travel with his wife was a strange and unusual occurrence.

“Why is Lord Stannis not traveling with Minnie and Lady Mei?” asked Bran. His brows furrowed before worry took hold of him. “Did he and Lady Mei fight, and she’s running away with their son?”

“Bran, that’s enough,” ordered Jon. “Everyone knows how much Lord Stannis respects Lady Mei’s advice. I’m sure he's not joining them because there’s too much to do at King’s Landing. Being King Robert’s brother gives him a great number of duties.”

Theon turned to Jon with a wide smirk. “Awfully defensive of Lady Mei’s honor – aren’t you, Snow? Think that’ll grant you any favors from her daughter, ‘Minion’?”

“Don’t call her that!” Bran called out.

Jon sputtered his response with red-tipped ears. “You know how much she hates being called that. Or do you want a repeat of what happened in the courtyard when you and Robb first called her that? And, of course, I care about Minna’s mother – I’d be a bad friend if I didn’t.”

Jon shouldn’t be as excited as he was at that moment. But he couldn’t help himself. Ming – his Ming – was coming to Winterfell. She was everything Jon wanted in an older sibling. She was invincible and told him as such. She and her mother had never once treated him differently from the rest of the Stark Children after learning of his bastard status. Whenever he got in over his head about his birth, she would always manage to ground him in some way. Once, he asked her if she was trying to trick him. She stared at him briefly before rolling up a piece of paper and swatting his head.

He still remembered her scowl with fondness.

“Do I look as stupid as Catelyn Stark to you?” she interrogated. “Who cares if you’re a bastard? You care about your siblings and work hard to be a worthy son despite the world giving you an excuse not to. I’ve given you some of my favorite fruits from my homeland, and you dare ask me if my friendship towards you was a ruse?! Don’t be stupid, Jon.”

He wept like a baby. He had never felt so happy in his life, and all he could do was thank his friend while weeping for joy. And to make him stop crying, she let him cry on her shoulder as she softly stroked his hair.

“Yeah,” snorted Theon. “Friend – sure.”

“That’s enough,” Robb cut in. “All of you. You want Father to scold us?”

Robb could tell his brothers were ecstatic about Ming’s arrival, but he had conflicting emotions about the news. Ming Yin Baratheon was a woman grown who was older than him by two years, the same age as Theon. Ming always had a wicked and brash tongue on her. When they first met, she was his height but so skinny and dressed so plainly with dirt streaks on her face.

Was it really so bad if he assumed she was smallfolk?

Then Theon dared him to tug on her braid while she was reading a book in the courtyard. A stupid dare between stupid boys resulted in them running for their lives with tears down their cheeks as a short and bookish girl chased them with a broom twice her height. She shouted out curses and promises of all the vile things she would do to them as she violently swung the broom through the air with fire in her eyes and poison on her tongue.

It took the combined efforts of Stannis, his father, Rodrick, and Jory to pry her off when she caught up to them. In the end, Robb’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as Luwin treated his bleeding nose, black eye, and bruises across his body while he and Father occasionally snickered to themselves. His mother nearly had a heart attack at the state of her eldest child. When she heard what had happened and tried to scold the girl, Ming only responded by blowing her tongue and spraying her spittle at the Tully woman. Even with more dirt on her cheeks than before and her braid ruined, she carried herself in such an unrelenting dignified manner that Robb couldn’t help but envy it.

At the very least, Theon was in no better state than him.

How in the Seven Hells could a girl of nine years manage to fight off four grown men? The memory stumped Robb then and still stumped him now.

“Scared of meeting the Demoness from Dragonstone?” Theon smugly asked when he saw his friend staring in the distance. “Or are you worried she won’t be impressed with your new height and strength when she sees you haven’t improved your writing?”

Robb scoffed at Theon’s words. “No, don’t be ridiculous.”

He refused to believe that he cared so much for some quick-tempered girl who always teased him– even if she had shiny black hair that ended at her waist and sharp, expressive dark eyes with full lips. It didn’t matter that she haunted his dreams every night since she was in Winterfell when she turned fourteen. It didn’t matter to Robb that Minna was the epitome of an exotic beauty with enough fire in her soul for any Northern winter to freeze her. It didn’t matter to Robb that she was closer to Jon than to him.

“I’ll kiss you when you finally beat me.”

It didn’t matter to Robb – none of it.

“I’m not scared of Minna, Theon – so stop trying to bait me.” Robb let that be the final word before riding ahead just behind his father.

Meanwhile, Ned had heard everything passed between the boys while riding in the front. He chuckled at Bran’s excitement. He was sure he would be climbing the gates of Winterfell every day to wait for Minna’s arrival. It was no secret to anyone in the Stark family or those working in Winterfell that Bran had a bit of a crush on the tempestuous sailor. While his wife disliked the girl, Ned was very fond of her. Her temper and sharp tongue reminded him of Mei when he first met her. Not to mention that she was the spitting image of Mei at that age.

He wasn’t too old to be oblivious to how his sons acted around pretty girls – especially girls like her. Northern women were one thing, but Mei and Minna were an entire league of women. There had never been two women who would turn Westeros upside down and inside out as much as them. Mei had turned the forever stoic Stannis Baratheon into a feeling human, became the most respected woman in the Keep, and opened trade opportunities for Westeros. At the same time, Minna tore down every obstacle in her path to pursue knowledge and made Dragonstone one of the richest keeps in the Seven Kingdoms – not that Robert or his queen will ever get a hold of a single coin from her.

When Ned and his sons returned to Winterfell, he was immediately bombarded with questions from the rest of his children about whether Minnie was really coming to Winterfell. They asked if he knew about whether he knew she was bringing gifts from her travels. Arya wanted to know if she would give her a dagger forged by the Master blacksmiths from Qohor. Rickon hoped she would bring any sweets and candied fruits.

Even Sansa couldn’t hide her excitement. Despite the girls' differences, Minna would bring Sansa the most exquisite fabrics, accessories, and books. The gifts were more often than not used as a way to distract her from any pranks or tricks pulled on her. Thankfully, Mei would be here as well. Sansa held Lady Mei Baratheon on nearly the same high pedestal as her mother. She would tell how beautiful Sansa was growing and how her grace and charm rivaled the most beautiful empresses from her homeland. She would sing praises of how her stitching looked more impressive than the last time she’d seen it while sharing news of the latest trends worn among noble women worldwide.

Excitement filled the halls of Winterfell at the news of their guests. Preparations were underway for their arrival. Ned went to the Godswood and shone his sword under the branches of the Old Weirwood tree for some peace. He was grateful for the life the Old Gods blessed him with. This was not the life he was meant to have. Everything of his should have been Brandon’s – his wife, his title, his responsibilities – but he wouldn’t change any of it, not for all of the power and gold in the world.

But his world would be crashing down around him when his wife arrived with a message from King’s Landing.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” Catelyn told him with sympathetic eyes. Then she told him Jon Arryn had died, and Robert and his wife would travel to Winterfell with their children and the Queen’s brothers.

Ned looked down at his feet. “If he’s traveling this far North, it’s for one thing.” He looked at his wife in hidden fear. “He wants to make me his Hand.”

“First Mei, now Robert,” thought Ned when he shared the news to his children. “May the Old Gods and New protect my family for what’s to come.”

Bran watched the road to his father’s keep from the top of the gates. He saw a single dot moving closer and closer until the dot became a wheelhouse. His eyes widened in excitement as his smile broadened in anticipation for his friend in the horse-drawn carriage that carried House Baratheon’s banner. He stood up and ran across the edge or beginning to climb down the tower. He reached the ground to run to his father at the stables.

“They’re here! They’re here!” he exclaimed when he reached him. The boy was practically bouncing on his heels for barely containing his elation.

Ned chuckled at the sight of his son. “Who, Bran?”

“Minnie! There’s a wheelhouse coming! It carries the sigil of House Baratheon!”

“Was anyone carrying the banner?” his father asked with a quizzical brow raised.

Bran shook his head. “No, but I saw it painted on the top of it.”

“Alright, then,” nodded Ned as he gave his son instructions. “Gather your brothers, sisters, and Shireen. I’ll prepare your mother. Tell them to gather in the courtyard to greet them.”

Bran nodded before doing as his father instructed. He swiftly ran through the familiar halls of the Winterfell keep that was his home. He found Sansa, Arya, and Shireen with Septa Morgane. They were learning their sums when Bran burst into the room. Septa Morgane scolded him for acting so brashly, but her words were quickly ignored when Bran told the girls that Minnie and her mother would soon arrive. As soon as the news left his mouth, Shireen dashed right past him, followed by his sisters.

Jon, Robb, and Theon were already in the courtyard, sparring with wooden swords, when Bran found them. They immediately put away their wooden swords and met their father with Rodrick right behind them. Father and Mother stood side-by-side when Robb stood to Father’s left. Rickon stood next to their mother, and Shireen stood next to him with an eager smile beaming on her face. Sansa stood to Robb’s left, Arya on her right, and Bran was on hers. Jon and Theon were behind them – Theon was a Greyjoy, but Ned Stark’s ward. Jon was a Stark by blood…but not by name.

Shireen was bouncing on the tips of her toes in hopes that time would move faster. The days since her sister’s letter of her arrival moved so slowly, and she could hardly sleep a wink last night for this moment.

“Do you think she missed me?” she whispered to Rickon.

“Of course! Minnie loves you more than anything!” Rickon replied. “Even more than her own ship, I think.”

The loud creaks and groans of the aged wood crept closer and closer until the wheelhouse stopped in the courtyard’s center. The driver ensured the horses were calm and stable before leaping from his seat and opening the doors. A vision in a marigold silk tunic with trumpet sleeves and gold floral patterns paired with a gold belt around her waist. It was a shame that such finery was hidden underneath a thick wool cloak with a thick fur mantle. Her lustrous, flowing, jet-black tresses were bound with a green ribbon and golden stitching in a single braid trailing down her back. The pendant of her husband’s sigil hung down from a simple gold chain over her bosom.

Lady Měilíng Baratheon was the second wife of Stannis Baratheon and the mother of his only son. As she stepped down from the wheelhouse, she stepped on the dirt with such grace and poise that it seemed the Mother of the Seven had come instead of a highborn lord’s wife. A woman over forty years of age who still managed to get pregnant and carry a son to term – she looked far too young to be her age.  

A small boy who could not have been taller than Ned Stark’s knee shuffled behind her. It was the little lording, Steffard Baratheon, the only son of his father and second-in-line to inherit Dragonstone after his older sister, Shireen. He wore a fine coat from a stag’s hide and little shoes to protect his feet. Like his mother, he too wore a gold pendant of his father’s sigil hung from a simple chain. Despite being blessed with most of his mother’s soft features, he certainly inherited his father’s bright blue Baratheon eyes and inky-black curls.

Seeing the boy standing next to his mother, Ned felt a hundred years older than he was. Where had the time gone? He, Mei, and Robert were all children once – children involved in a war to decide the fate of a country for its future years. Ned had once pitied the YiTish girl for the hand she was dealt in life. As a foreigner, she should have had no part in Robert’s Rebellion, but she experienced loss and grief like the rest of them nonetheless.

And now, all three of them were leaders with their own children and carrying burdens on their shoulders that their children would inherit – how the years escaped them.

Měilíng searched for her young daughter and beamed when she found her. She nudged her little son and guided his eyes to his sister. His eyes lit up as he toddled to her, warming her heart. “���希 (XīXī)!” he exclaimed as Shireen ran towards him. Her arms were spread open as Steffard leaped into her arms and wrapped his arms around her neck. “I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”

“I missed you too!” Shireen giggled as her body was flooded with her baby brother’s warmth.

Still locked in their reunion, the two young siblings spun in circles before falling on the ground in laughter. The scene loosened the tension as House Stark looked at the pair warmly.

When they stopped laughing, Shireen helped her brother as she looked at their mother. Mei’s smile shined as she squatted on the ground, balanced her body with her feet, and spread her arms wide open to greet her daughter. Shireen needed no instructions to race into her mother’s arms. A cocoon of love and happiness blanketed the young Baratheon girl as her face was dotted with pecks and kisses. She buried her face in the crook of her mother’s neck and breathed in her scent – her mother always smelled like the salty sea breeze of Dragonstone and peonies. To Shireen, it was as if she was transported home, and if she closed her eyes, she was back on the shores of the Dragonstone beaches, walking alongside Minnie.

“How are you, my little doe?” her mother asked as she tenderly stroked the back of her head. “Did you enjoy the books your sister and I sent you? Did you enjoy your lessons with Maester Luwin and Septa Morgane?”

Shireen answered her mother with a broad smile and starry eyes. “I am well, mother. I loved the books! But–” Shireen looked behind her mother to try to find her sister “–where is Minnie? Was she not in the wheelhouse with you and Steffard?”

Meiling shook her head as she laughed to herself. “Do not worry, little doe, your sister is here. But she is a little worse for wear after days in the wheelhouse.”

Their mother rose from her feet as her hands remained grasped with Shireen’s. She turned to the wheelhouse behind her and called out her daughter in the language of their homeland. “明阴 (Míng Yīn)! How long do you intend to keep your sister waiting?”

A weary and pained groan exited the horse-drawn transport in response. “Would you give me a minute? I’m a little busy trying not to die here!”

“You are not dying!” Měilíng scoffed. “How long do you want to keep Ned and his family waiting?”

“As soon as I’m done making sure I won’t shit or vomit my guts out! I don’t want to have to pay any additional fees for this torture device on wheels!”

“Do you need a brush for your hair?”

“NO!” A few moments passed. “OKAY! I’m good!”

The giant wooden box creaked as Shireen’s sister finally exited the wheelhouse, and she immediately breathed in the fresh air only found in the North. A young woman an entire head taller than Měilíng stepped into the light – despite the bags under her eyes and the slightly tired look on her face, she was every bit as beautiful and poised as her mother.

Míng Yīn was exactly how Ned Stark imagined her mother would have looked if Mei trained herself in combat and fighting as a child. Her dark almond-shaped eyes could either enchant a man enough to willingly give her his life or scare the souls of all her enemies. Her muscles grew and hardened after years of training under her biological father in Yi Ti before traveling around the world on open seas – fighting anyone who dared cross blades with her and leaving a trail of blood and corpses for fish to nibble on. Ned did not doubt that she would bankrupt his boys if they even dared to try and bet against her in combat.

Míng Yīn wore her hair in a half-up-down style with a part of her hair bound in a simple braid on the back of her head. Her outfit was more fitting of a sailor than a highborn noblewoman. She wore a mid-length dark blue wool robe with a silver border stitched on the hem and long sleeves. The robe was wrapped around her body in a way that left her neck, collarbones, and the slightest hint of her cleavage out in the open. The dark linen sash that held her sword and dagger further emphasized the curve of her hips and waist. The black leather breeches hugged her lower body, and the tall black leather boots highlighted the muscles of her calves.

A large black jaguar had quickly come outside the wheelhouse as well. Its pristine and shiny coat shone in the faint sunlight that bathed Winterfell. Without missing a beat, it promptly stood beside its mistress, scanning the new environment for any dangers that would risk his beloved mistress’ safety and well-being.

So, Míng had indeed brought Wu. Robb’s mother wouldn’t like that.

But unlike her mother and brother, Míng Yīn did not wear the sigil of her mother’s second husband’s house. On her neck and sitting on her breasts was a black jade pendant with a small dragon with a white eye carved into it hung from a red string. On each side of the pendant was a tiny Dragon’s Bloodstone bead.

Robb unconsciously straightened his posture at the sight of her. He felt himself release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding until Ming came into view. Years’ worth of memories flooded his mind as she reached for her younger sister.

The young Baratheon girl launched herself in her sister’s arms. “Minnie! You’re here!”

Robb watched on the sidelines as Ming greeted Shireen with a dozen kisses for each month since they last saw one another. He wondered if she still smelled as cool and crisp as the ocean’s wind that blew through her hair. Or if her skin would taste as warm and bright as the sunshine soaking her skin while she stood on her ship’s dock on cloudless days.

He longed for a sample – anything would be enough.

When the two sisters parted, Wu gently lowered himself to nudge his head against Shireen. Loud purrs came from his throat as the young girl scratched that spot under his chin and stroked his back.

“Oh, Wu! You’ve become even more beautiful! Thank you for protecting Minnie!”

The beast preened at the attention. Míng Yīn was his mistress and savior and, therefore, his favorite. His eternal loyalty and love would forever belong to her. But if he had to choose a second favorite, it would belong to Shireen Baratheon – for she had the purest soul and kindest heart in all of the Seven Kingdoms.

Rickon could also not contain himself and joined his betrothed to embrace her sister. The sight of two small children clinging to the person who brought fear and awe to every sailor, sea merchant, and trading company from Westeros to Essos was both comical and heartwarming. A scene that became more comical was when Míng Yīn grabbed one child each and flung them on her shoulders as if they were small sacks of flour. Wu jumped on his hind legs to play as he licked their tiny hands.

Finally, Lady Měilíng of House Baratheon and her children brought themselves to stand before the Lord of the Winterfell and knelt with one knee on the ground in a show of respect. Ned told them to raise before bringing his old friend in a tight embrace.

When they parted, he gave her a look-down to take the sight of her in fully. “Gods, look at you. How many years has it been?"

Měilíng gave a kind smile in response. “I’d say almost two years – far shorter compared to when you’ve last seen Robert.”

“How is Robert in King’s Landing? Is he working Stannis to the ground?”

Měilíng huffed in annoyance at the mention of her brother-in-law’s name. “Oh, of course. The man’s too stupid and fat to do anything else but order his brother, my husband, and his Hand to run his kingdom while he eats, drinks, and whores himself to ruin.”

Everyone apart from Ned widened their eyes in shock at the woman’s words. Did she not fear for her head? Was it alright if the wife of the King’s brother said such things of him? But Mei only turned to Ned’s wife as she bowed in respect for Lady Stark.

“Lady Stark,” she spoke in a clear and calm voice. “On behalf of my husband and House Baratheon, I humbly thank you for opening your home to allow my daughter to stay with your children this past year. Your generosity was further extended to allow room for my family’s visit. I cannot imagine the stress my eldest daughter gave you when her letter stated that we would be here in less than two weeks.”

Catelyn bowed her head in response. “Think nothing of it, my lady. Lady Shireen Baratheon had been our home's most polite and wonderful guest. I am grateful you and your husband sent her to my family’s home to host her. She had quickly become my youngest son’s most favorite playmate.”

Měilíng smiled at the woman’s words. She then turned to the Stark children before greeting each and every one of them. She marveled at how tall and handsome Robb had become since childhood. She softly whispered in his ear if he were hopeful that his sparring skills improved enough to beat her daughter. Seeing him sputtering and pale skin blushing made a very amusing scene. When she came across Sansa, she gasped and held the girl’s hands in her own.

“Oh, Sansa!” she exclaimed. “Look at you! You’ve grown so beautiful and tall since I last saw you. I thought you were a princess! And your cloak – tell me, did you do the stitching?”

Sansa softly giggled as she blushed from the praise. “Yes, Lady Baratheon. I’ve improved a lot in my stitching and needlework since you last saw me – I’m sure I could even make you something, if you’d like.”

Měilíng put a gentle palm on the girl’s cheek. “I would love nothing more. Perhaps you would even convince my eldest to practice her needlework. Or even try to persuade her to stop wearing breeches and trousers when she’s not at sea.”

“Never going to happen, Mother,” interjected Míng Yīn, who had finally put Shireen and Rickon on the ground after greeting Lord and Lady Stark. “I do enough needlework on my own. Thank you very much.”

Míng Yīn’s mother turned to her daughter in exasperation. “The only time you practiced as a child for needlework was to sew wounds close after training with your father.”

“…Yeah, exactly,” Míng Yīn nodded with a slight shrug and a blank expression. “What more needlework skills are necessary after that?”

“Minnie!” shouted Arya and Bran as they both made their way to crowd the woman. After exchanging warm greetings and kind words, the most essential questions came from the younger Stark daughter’s mouth.

“Did you bring gifts?” she asked in an eager tone.

“Arya!” exclaimed her sister and mother. Both women’s faces turned red at Arya’s impoliteness as Ned and his friend only laughed at the girl’s bluntness.

Míng Yīn stroked her chin as if deep in thought. “Did I bring gifts? Huh…I wonder…that doesn’t sound like something I’d do. Is it?”

Bran jumped like a child of four after eating too much sugar. “You did! Can we see them? Please?” He turned to his father with pleading eyes.

Ned slightly shook his head. “Come on now, Bran. Let our guests first get settled in their rooms. Judging from Lady Minna’s expression, she could do for a bit of rest.”

“But after they get settled, can they give us the presents?” Rickon sweetly asked while holding Steffard’s hand on one side while Shireen held the other as they placed the baby on Wu’s back.

His mother answered as she softly stroked his head. “After they rest for a bit, then we will have supper. The cooks prepared a feast for our guests’ arrival. There will be plenty of time tomorrow.”

Even Sansa deflated a bit with her younger siblings that they couldn’t receive their presents sooner rather than later.

Míng Yīn grabbed Shireen by the back of her cloak before placing her sister on her back. Shireen was a bit shocked before she giggled at the display of her sister’s open affection and wrapped her arms around her neck as Míng Yīn looped her arms around her little legs.

“Anyone been doing this for you while I’ve been gone?” she smirked.

Shireen responded with glee. “No! I only like you doing these!”

As Robb watched his parents and sister walk off with Lady Meiling and Steffard, he figured now was as good a time as any to approach Ming. Shireen jumped off her back to her mother’s side to try and hold her brother the rest of the way to their rooms.

“Ming!” he called out. He felt his palms grow sweaty when she turned around in his direction.

He walked towards her with long, confident strides. He thought he looked intimidating, but he realized that wasn’t the case when she burst out laughing. The young lord’s ears burned at her reaction, and they only grew hotter when he heard Theon and Jon snickering behind him.

She only stopped laughing long enough to gasp out a response. “What’s with that face? You look like you swallowed a lemon!”

…Fuck, what was Robb to say in response to that? He had to be smart about this. He would not make a fool of himself. He tried his best not to stare at the jaguar staring at him with hollow eyes.

“…I’m finally taller than you,” he dumbly stated.

“Shit,” was the only echoing in Robb’s mind as he heard Jon and Theon loudly guffawed as they heard him.

He didn’t have to look behind him to know that the bastards collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

But Míng Yīn only walked toward him while Wu did not come any closer before stopping a few feet away as she traced her eyes over his face and down his form. He saw her dark eyes crinkle with appreciation as a sweet smile spread. She snorted out through her nose as she stepped even closer until only a few inches of air were between them. Wu still hadn’t moved, but he was staring more intensely than before, and Robb wondered if his death would be from a jaguar clawing out his throat.

“Yes,” she whispered as her eyes darted to his lips. “You’re much taller now.”

Blue met black as only the noises came from their parents walking farther and farther away. Their growing distance made the space between them seem more like a separate reality. One where it was only the two of them and no one else. Robb’s eyes quickly glanced down to Ming’s lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the thought of them around his cock.

But that bubble burst when Míng Yīn bumped her fist into Robb’s chest and backed away with a cheeky grin and mischievous eyes.

“笨蛋 (Bèndàn), I’m still going to kick your ass in the courtyard, though.” She turned to Wu before walking. “Come on, 无牙 (Wú yá)! Let’s catch up to 小希 (Xiǎo xī )! I want to take a bath before dinner.” She turned to walk back to her family and called out to him without looking back. “You’ll always be a hundred years too early to beat me in a fight!”

Robb only stood in a daze as he watched her walk away. When Theon slapped his back, he finally came to and saw that Jon was beside him.

Theon snickered at the glare his friend gave him. “Stare at her ass any longer, and I’ll think you’ve become more scarecrow than wolf. Plus, I think the cat can sense your eyes.”

Robb only shrugged. “It’s a good ass to stare at.”

“It’s a great ass to stare at. That doesn’t make you look less stupid.”

“Can we stop talking about Ming’s backside?” Jon begged. He didn’t like talking about their friend in such a disrespectful manner, and he liked the idea of Wu tearing out their throats even less. “Let’s get back to sparring with Rodrick before the feast.”

Another reason to adore Míng Yīn – she hated it when Jon wasn’t included in the feasts while she was staying at Winterfell. The feast of her first coming to Winterfell with her mother was marked mainly by how she walked out of the Great Hall and returned with Jon. She dragged him by the wrist before seating him right next to her at the table.

Jon was terrified Lady Stark would berate his new friend for deliberately bringing the bastard to the feast. But all that came was a stare-down between the Lady Stark and Ming Yin. Lady Stark’s face was red with embarrassment, and she stared down at the girl with the most terrifying look Jon had ever seen. Just remembering the expression gave chills down his spine.

But Ming refused to back down. She unblinkingly returned the lady’s stare with her own, and it was as if a silent war had broken out. Ming wasn’t afraid of the red-haired fish with crow’s feet under her eyes. A wolf by marriage was hardly a wolf at all. She wasn’t going to be beaten in a battle of wills – not then, not ever.

Ned sat by his wife, wondering if Mei would bring war to his feet if his wife killed her beloved daughter. Meiling sat beside Lady Stark in rapt interest for the events unfolding. She always loved it when her little goblin decided to enact her idea of justice. She loved it even more when she took charge.

After what seemed like hours, Lady Stark conceded to the girl as she returned to her meal. Ming turned to Jon with bright stars in her clever eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you?” she asked with a broad smile. “I’m invincible.”

Since then, Jon has always included every time a feast was held for the YiTish women. An act of genuine kindness that was appreciated by all of Jon’s siblings and his father.

An act that only deepened the infatuation of a confident young wolf with dark auburn curls and bright blue eyes.

An infatuation that the Gods saw morph into obsession as they felt shivers course through their divine forms in anticipation of the future ahead.

*Additional Notes:

The characters from Yi Ti and other countries in this stories will different ways of how they are referred

Míng Yīn's Nicknames and Who uses them:

Ming - Robb, Theon, Jon, Sansa, and Catelyn Stark

Minna - Ned (he is the only one allowed)

Míng Yīn - Luwin

Minnie - Shireen, Rickon, Arya, Bran

Měilíng's Nicknames and Who uses them:

Mei - Robert, Ned, Renly, and Stannis

Translations:

希希 (XīXī) - Hope Hope; 希 means "hope"; Shireen's name in Chinese is written as 希琳 (Xī lín), in which 希 means "hope," and 琳 means "forest." Because Steffard is a baby who grew up hearing Yi Tish and Westerosi Common, it makes sense he would refer to Shireen with a nickname.

小希 (Xiǎo xī ) - Little Hope; another nickname for Shireen, but specifically from her older sister. Míng Yīn is a girl who is thousands of miles away from her hometown, Wan, in Yi Ti. When her mother married Stannis, she had to leave everyone she ever loved, including her older brother. But seeing baby Shireen have her hope that everything would turn out for the better.

明阴 (Míng Yīn) - 明 means "bright," and 阴 is the character used for "yin" in the Chinese philosophy of "yin and yang". The character's direct translation is "negative," but it is also used to describe "femininity, moon, water, and earth" as it represents the female principle of the universe

笨蛋 (Bèndàn) - Fool or dumbass; 笨 means "fool," while 蛋 means "egg." Technically, the direct translation is "foolish egg," but most people will use it to call someone an idiot.

无牙 (Wú yá) - toothless; 无 means "none," while 牙 means "tooth"; Míng Yīn named him this because when she first found him as a cub, he didn't have any teeth.

杀手 (Shāshǒu) - killer; this is Shadow's actual name; Shadow is a Peregrine Falcon

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'Census Designated' review

To say my mind and eardrums were blown away by this record would be one of the many brilliant ways to describe my experience listening to this. I have been familiar with this album, more specifically the song 'Backseat Girl', and I was expecting a nice little noise hit here and for this to be an average to decent body of work. However, I was wrong. What immediately picked up my attention was the intense and brooding atmosphere of the opening track, 'Cage Girl / Camgirl', and that was the moment I realized this wasn't going to be just any hyperpop album. The songs are best experienced when they are played ear-piercingly loud. One element that greatly contributes to the album being as good as it is is Jane's voice. It has a very sharp, distinct edge to it and pairs beautifully with the autotune, almost like it's a recorded audio of someone tearfully singing about all of their struggles. 'Lips' is the best song off the entire album, starting off with an extremely deep and noisy edge and heavy songwriting and ending with an explosion of pure shoegaze noise. I got in trouble multiple times for playing the song way too loud. It's insanely cathartic to listen to, and a friend told me it's very 'Claire coded' (Claire is my name). Every time I listen to it, I find new things to appreciate about it, and I hope I will make music like this someday. It almost seems like the album isn't of its time; it has a heavy Deftones-esque sound to me, especially on the track 'Holding a Leech', a track with incredibly soft guitars and reverberated vocals that practically vibrate into the listener's ears. 'Fling' and 'Always Have Always Will' are my other two favorite songs off the album. One is extremely edgy and quite literally sounds heartbroken, and the other is very slow and heavy on the ears and uncannily reminds me of yeule's album 'softscars', which was released just a month before this album. 'Backseat Girl' and 'Idling Somewhere' I consider to be sister tracks because they are the first two tracks I have heard of this album and are also right next to each other in the tracklist. They both possess amazing openings, probably the most memorable off the entire album, and feature amazing songwriting. 'Backseat Girl' especially was a song that helped me in a dark place. The screaming beat drop at the end is probably the second most memorable moment of the entire album, right after the entirety of 'Lips'. Finally, we close off with three of the most heartbreaking songs off the entirety of the LP, 'Census Designated', an incredibly self-hating track which got its own music video shot by none other than Quadeca and has the most ear-piercing, feedback-heavy ending I ever listened to. 'And I bet she's so lucky to have a voice like that, I'm young blood, fresh meat, and I like that' is an insane tear-jerker of a verse. 'Video' is very relatable to me, and I can feel the pain of the lyrics so much. The track is about meeting a person and thinking they are someone to idolize because they did something questionable, only for them to disappoint you once you actually meet them. We finally close off with 'Contingency Song', which I personally consider to be the most bitter and depressing song written in the last five years. It is 'The Downward Spiral' levels of nihilism and hopelessness and the perfect way to end an album like 'Census Designated'. If 100 gecs gave birth to the hyperpop genre and pushed it to the mainstream, then Jane Remover matured the genre and showed listeners that an album can have all the elements of said genre and still have heartbreaking songwriting and shoegaze so heavy it can legitimately be comparable to the likes of 'Loveless'. Apparently, Ethel Cain's music (which I'm also a big fan of) was a big influence on the LP, and it's no surprise, especially considering Cain is also a transgender artist who is subverting modern pop music. Seeing Jane Remover mature as an artist is one blessing, but seeing her mature the genre she set herself with is ten of them.

Favourite tracks: Lips, Fling, Always Have Always Will, Backseat Girl, Video

Least favourite tracks: N/A

[tigre-edi-rawr]

ONS in Siargao

Me having fun with my brother and cousin until someone from Bumble found me.

we matched in bumble.

talked for a bit.

on our last night at siargao, we happen to be present in the same bar.

the beach club.

his eyes is as blue as the sky, his pointy nose with piercing. he showed me all of his other piercings.

a gentle man. very sweet.

smooth rizz i would say haha he managed to make us move from the table, by the beach then to the darkest part of the beach.

how we meet:

i told him i was at front, near the DJ.

i was there listening to the music, with a crowded floor full of people dancing and singing along the music.

i saw him approaching me, looking in the crowded dance floor. i instantly know he was looking for me.

ang gwapo, i can’t help but think that.

he was tall.

neat.

smells like a calming place.

so i excused myself sa cousin and brother ko.

i went after him.

then i saw him go back to a table full of girls.

then i went back haha, i told him i did go after him and what i saw.

he said it’s his friends.

later that night, i can’t take my eyes off of him.

eventually i bought my third beer and went to his table to say hi.

that’s how we met in person.

let’s skip to the darkest place.

so when we left the table, went near the beach, we talked a little. then he said “do you want to move in the dark place there *pointed in a nearby place to sit in the sand* because here I’m shy”

i already know what will happen.

i mentioned i’m not that kind of girl then he said “if you don’t want to, i have no say”

but eventually i gave in.

we went there. sit in a little dark place. looking at the stars. talking and giggling. he held my hand. kissed my shoulders multiple times.

then he kissed me.

THE LIPS. DAMN IT!!!!!

it’s the most soft lip i have ever tasted lol

his breath smells like fresh gum, and he really knows how to kiss.

i’m getting nervous, i might do something i’m not supposed to do.

then he went to kiss my neck. my ears.

my lips again. WITH TONGUE!!!!!

damn diz boi, i said “what do you call men from Argentina?” he said “Argentinos”

“damn argentinos really knows what they are doing” i replied.

The rest is history. I won’t share the details but it will be forever engraved in my mind.

after that, we got up, hugged each other and the first thing that came out from my mouth is “thank you” putangina diba hahahahahahahahaha weird ko.

we hugged for a long time.

i can feel him catching his breath.

we walked back to the club, he is looking for his friends.

i thought he left but he messaged me saying he wants to say goodbye.

but i left and drove my motorcycle.

unfortunately we can’t see any open restaurants to eat so we went back to beach club because my cousin saw a karinderya still open.

when we arrived and about to park the motorcycles, my cousin said “nandon si pedro!” and i was like fuck, i thought that was over.

he was eating there also. but about to finish.

replenish yan? hahahahahahaha nagutom ka? napagod? HAHAHAHAHAHA

to avoid him, sabi ko sa kapatid ko iihi lang ako.

i went back to the beach club to pee.

when i’m about to exit, i saw him walking towards me. i didn’t want to assume, but he approached me, smiled at me…. he said “i wanted to say goodbye to you, i just finished eating. you will about to, right?” we hugged there infront of people walking past us. “yes, are you sure you’re okay going back at your place alone?”

i insisted to drive him up to his place. he said no he likes to walk besides it’s near. so i said okay then.

on the gate of beach club, when we are about to separate ways, me on the left, him on the right…. he reached out for me for a hug again. this time, he kissed me on the cheeks. the people behind us said “SANA ALLLLL” 🥹🥹🥹🤍

thank you, pedro.

for making this the best night of my siargao trip.

i will forever remember you.

[melonba11s]

Accidental Reunion (Reupload)

Slightly more humorous, Fox has a bit of a weird guest on stream.

Minors and Ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked

Contains: Torture, Breast-specific torture, Canon typical violence, cult/religious themes.

The Fox was no stranger to weirder victims. Really he had to do next to zero work to get captives for his streams. It just so happened that sometimes he’d see someone out of his stock for an upcoming auction, and he’d decide they’d be better off in his care. For however many shows they lasted. He remembered the one who had been withdrawing off of their schizophrenia medication, he had kept them around for a few shows just due to how entertaining it was to play with and abuse their mental state. 

Sometimes though, he had to do a bit of digging, because someone in Chat would ask for something specific. Usually one who donated a lot, which usually meant a lot more would come if he catered to their tastes. This time though, someone who was a little newer, perhaps a bit younger, had a request. 

“Big Titty Goth GF PLSSSSS” They had spammed, each time they requested they had donated more. He half wondered what kind of brat had accessed daddy’s credit card. But, well, he aimed to please. 

This girl was what he had managed to find, and he had made sure to get her some outfits to match the Goth Aesthetic too. Fishnet, little bat nipple rings, skull pattern on the underwear. Not his usual choices, but they’d do. 

Besides having those fat tits that had been begged for, she also had a soft belly, and thick thighs, which pushed and almost bubbled up over the fishnet. And across her skin… strange tattoos he had no idea could mean. A strange circle with foreign letters, what looked like an almost tear drop shape, plus so many others. 

He had stopped staring at her long ago, as he began to set up for the show. But he could tell her eyes never left him. She had been silent, not asking any questions, just staring. He hoped she wouldn’t be like this the entire time, that would be boring… 

With a few quick clicks, a little icon on his screen told him he was live, and he quickly stood up straight as his lovely fans came pouring in. 

“Good Evening, everyone! As you may recall, on our last stream, our generous patron H0110W kept requesting a specific kind of victim.” He stood to the side, letting the woman focus into view for the camera. The chat lit up immediately. 

M3L0NB4115: MOMMY MILKERS. 

H0110W: holy shit, perfect! Here’s a little something to start us off! 

N3K0_M: You should cut her eyes out, if she keeps glaring daggers like that. Teach her a lesson, daddy <3

Woundfucker88: Ugh, wasn’t that other one banned? 

Fox’s ear gave a flick as a donation pinged in. Ten Thousand dollars. A nice start indeed. Whoever this viewer was, they certainly had money. He gave a bark of laughter at Woundfucker’s annoyance. 

“Well, I’m glad you like her. I hope you’ll enjoy watching her bleed just as much. Also, yes, Melon is back, I turned off text to speech donations so I figured she’d be harmless now.” 

He gave a wink, hearing the woman’s breath hitch behind him. He ignored it though, not sparing her a glance as he glanced towards his wall full of tools. 

“Now, let me know what you all want to see first! Remember, we want to make her last, so nothing lethal…. Yet.”  He watched as the requests poured in, most paired with a nice donation.

Woundfucker88: Fair enough, it is your show. Why not carve something into those tits? 

Diamond: Why stop at carving? Just lop them off. 

N3K0_M: That goes too fast! I wanna see the ice pick used again, give her some more piercings!”

M3L0NB4115: Skewer them together, like shishkabob. 

That one piqued his interest, and his ear flicked a little.

“Oh? Yes I haven’t done that in a while… Nice collaborating, everyone…” he mused, walking off camera to grab the ice pick. 

“Chat thinks you need some more piercings…” he smiled cruelly under the mask as he waved the thin, deadly weapon in front of her. 

“... You’ll regret this.” Was all she said, holding his gaze. Fox was no stranger to threats, but something about this one made his spine tingle. He narrowed his eyes, and slammed the pick into her left thigh, managing to draw out a sharp squeal. 

“No, I don’t think I will.” He affirmed, twisting the metal through her flesh, her scream turning into a cough as she grit her teeth, glaring at him. And then she began speaking again. No pleas, no insults, nothing…. In english even. 

Instead, it was a slow chant in a foreign language, steady as the river of blood pouring down her leg. Fox stood straight, wrenching the ice pick out of her skin as he did. She halted her speech for a moment to hiss in pain, before she continued. 

He glanced back towards chat, wondering their reaction. 

N3K0_M: LOL She iz trying 2 Summon A DEMON! 

H0110W: She had a nice scream when you first stabbed her! Now move onto the skewering! And afterwards, maybe a little blowtorch action on them ;)

M3L0NB4115:  I think I recognize that language. Or what she’s saying. It reminds me of St*****-

“Melon, you have been warned about that name, it’s blocked for a reason. Mention it again and you’ll be permanently muted.” Fox said, before crouching down. That one really annoyed him. But back to business. This was H0110W’s request, so he may as well follow suit with what they wanted. 

And indeed, he was able to get more screams out of her as he plunged the icepick sideways through her chest, making her writhe and yell as he pierced her breasts together, leaning forward and twisting one of her nipples between his claws for good measure. 

For hours, the requests continued in, and between her screams, she kept chanting in that same language, though her voice grew more hoarse as time went on. And she seemed to grow more panicked the longer she chanted. 

N3ko_M:“Make her eat part of her tits. You cooked it just for her.” 

H0110W:“Use the pliers and pull those nails off.” 

Woundfucker88: “Do you have any liquid nitrogen left from last time? Pour some of it onto her legs.” 

M3L0NB4115: “Knife time! Keep it classic! I wanna see a heart!” 

Diamond: “Fuck the hole in her leg, make it bigger.” 

Adrenaline coursed through him as he continued his work, loving all the different screams he managed to squeeze out of her. But, she was starting to bore Chat quite quickly. 

N3K0_M: Can you get her to shut up? I’m sick of hearing her stupid voice. 

H0110W: She’s talked enough, cut her tongue out. Let her choke to death on her own blood for the finale. 

M3L0NB4115: No, Don’t kill her. If you kill her it will be complete, St**** will come-

“M3L0NB4115’s has been muted indefinitely for saying banned content. Thank you for using the AutoMod Bot!”

“Your wish is my command, H0110W.” Fox said, procuring his reliable knife. She was talking even faster now, mumbling that strange language before he pried her mouth open. Her eyes were wide, makeup, tears and blood streaked down her face. He leaned forward to lick them up, humming over the combined taste of powdery eyeshadow, salty tears and rusty blood. 

Without much more fanfare, he dug the knife into her mouth. It was admittedly a bit harder than he thought it would be. Her tongue was a moving target. He was forced to saw at it, cutting into all other parts of her mouth, as she screamed. While her words were still decipherable, she was screaming her same chant. 

And finally, she was silent, except for gurgles and moans, and then choking coughs as her mouth filled with her own blood. Her eyes were trained on him, as steady as she could keep them, as he pulled her tongue out of her mangled mouth. 

“There we go!” He said triumphantly, holding it up like a trophy for the camera. In the background he could hear her gurgling, and slumping in her chains. It wouldn’t be long now until she was gone. He watched as final donations pinged in, giving her a lovely little song to die too. 

He turned back to look at her again, her eyes now unfocused, her mouth moving wordlessly. Bubbles of blood were coming up from her throat,  drenching her front and dying her skin…. Green? 

Fox stood still, keeping an eye on her for a bit longer. Just as he had seen it, it had faded. It must be a trick of the light, he’d been in here for too long with only the screens to illuminate the room. Without another thought on it, he turned back to the Camera, raising his arms. 

“Another lovely show, wouldn’t you all agree? As always, I am so grateful for your donations and…” his voice faded and he perked up a little, giving the air a small sniff. Sulfur?He watched Chat suddenly light up. 

It was moving too fast for him to read individual messages. But there was a lot of “what the hell?’s” going on. 

Diamond: What the hell? 

N3K0_M: I was just joking about the demon thing, is this some kind of special effect you got going on Fox?? 

M3L0NB4115’s has been unmuted by H̸̦̣̱͆̈̑ḭ̸̣͆m̴̨̛̲̼. Thank you for using a̸̡͊̚u̸̙̣͌́t̷̡̟̀o̷͍̝̾m̴̢̼̿̾o̴̦̅d̸̗͝ ̴̖͗̕ḃ̸̰̦͛ǒ̵̂͜͜ẗ̴͍͇́.

M3L0NB4115: Me next.

He turned back towards his victim, and was met by the sudden eruption of a wall of green flame. It blasted him back towards his set up, and he hastily grasped for the keyboard, his first instinct to end the stream, before he struggled for the call button. In his panicked state though, he kept missing. 

The roar of flames grew- Horns. Horns were appearing. Fox could only stare in fear as from the flames, a form appeared. A form all too familiar. 

“N-No… You’re Dead.” was all he could say, as those malice filled eyes appeared, staring into him. “YOU DIED. YOU CAN’T BE.” Fox looked around, his eyes landing on the door. He needed to run, but his body wouldn’t move.

“Run. RUN.” he was screaming still, at his own body to obey him, as Strade, new, remade, with a familiar gaping hole in his chest, towered over him now. A smile spread across his face, as recognition flickered in those acidic eyes. 

“Mein… Fuchs… Did you want to see me so badly?” he rumbled, his voice as rumbly as distant thunder. And as painful for Ren to hear as nails on a chalkboard. 

His body finally deciding to obey him at the sound of that voice, Ren made a mad dash for the door, his footing slipping on the blood coating the ground. The Door. The Door. He needed to make it towards the door. 

But it wouldn’t open, as he yanked on it so hard he felt his shoulder  pop out of socket. He yowled in pain, but the door wouldn’t budge still. It was shut tight. Two clawed hands enclosed his shoulders, digging into his skin, drawing blood, sending coursing pain through his empty socket.

“Mein Fuchs… The first to give me a sacrifice… To summon me… I should have known we would see eachother again.” 

Ren couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look back into those eyes. He could only stare at the door as it got further and further away. He was being pulled away from it. 

“We have much to catch up on, ja?” 

[blightbear]

1, 10, 35 for the oc ask game! For any OCs you wish, or all of them 🥰 (I hope that's not too many lol these are all just really interesting questions)

thanks so much for asking!! <3 they are really interest questions, gave me some pause to think about

oc asks ~

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

You can generally guess which color I associate with each color by the color I put their names in in posts lol

Ashari: I usually associate her with red. Rage is the main driving factor, also the tainted blood and sacrifice. I wouldn't say she wears a lot of red though. The earrings and rose Alistair gifted her are red. The dress she wears to the Landsmeet is red. Her armor isn't red except when there's blood spatter, neither are her camp clothes.

Faye: I don't know why I chose blue in particular, I think it was because Hawke never stops mourning 😔 It's more like a deep, dark blue that I associate with them even though their pinterest board is mostly red lol They do wear dark blues as well. Black and blues are the main color schemes of their wardrobe.

Mori'na: A deep forest green, in both symbolism and wardrobe. Her valaslin is a dark green, her clothes include a lot of green, her pinterest board is full of green. Just green all around.

Cyra: Purple. Regality, power, loyalty (others towards her, not her towards others). Purples and golds are also a staple in her wardrobe.

Bohean: I actually ran out of the colors for him, I don't actually associate him with pink lol I mostly associate him with blacks, greys, and very muted greens, and his wardrobe reflects that.

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem

Ashari: Not much jewellery but has a few pieces that mean a lot to her. The earrings Alistair gifted her. She wears Nelaros' wedding band on a cord around her neck as well as the Darkspawn blood vial.

Faye: Not really, but more of a silver person. A few rings, a nose ring, some simple hoops in their ears.

Mori'na: Originally I didn't have her wearing much in the way of jewellery other than some mementos but I've added a few more pieces along the way. Three small gold hoops in her right ear, a longer gold chain with small accents that look like like leaves/petals in the left. For momentos, a piece of carved Halla horn her mother sent and then one of her first whittled pieces are worn around her neck.

Cyra: Listen, with Cyra I think of opulence, definitely wears the most jewellery out of all of them and will switch between silver and gold. If you look at the pinterest board I created for her you can get an idea of some of the pieces she might have.

Bohean: Actually wears more than his sister, but more silver. Rings are the most abundant, some layered necklace chains and some simple piercings in his ears. Collected through trading.

35. do they ever return home?

Ashari: She does, when the clan was being attacked as well as to keep to Bann activities when she served. It wasn't for a very long time though, and she left for commander duties soon after. She hasn't been home in a very long time since then, but still occasionally writes to Shianni and Cyrion.

Faye: What home is there to return to, in the end?

Mori'na: A couple years after fully dismantling the Inquisition, she makes the trek back to the clan. However, it gets complicated due to a certain brother's harboring resentment.

Cyra: The Inquisition is her home now , there is no reason to return to the small shack she resided in.

Bohean: He never left, he never can. He's in line to become Keeper. His one shot of experiencing life outside was passed on to another (it's easy to guess who). Who knows if he'll ever move past that.