#c. satine bishop

[springflwer07]

Hey girl! I saw you were writing for LoTR. I was thinking a Legolas x Reader?(one shot?) If you're up to it of course.

Reader is a princess from Rivendell (Arwen's sister) and she needs to marry someone. So Elrond chooses a royal Elleth and turns out to be Legolas. She tries to get to know him better, but he ignores her. She is very sad and wants to leave to the undying lands. But Legolas feels bad for ignoring her, so comes to her to apologies.

You can end up with a fluff ending.

Sorry if this is too long or too specific. But nobody wants to write anything that i request.😢

Feel free to ignore.❤

Hi! Thank you for your request! I don’t understand why no one wants to write what you request, personally I love this idea so thank you again! I tried my best so I hope you like it =]

Legolas x Fem!Reader

Type: Arranged Marriage, angst(?), fluff

Warnings: asshole Legolas (A little bit)

Enjoy =D

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*Knock Knock*

I roll over in bed, trying to forget about the knocks that are coming from behind my door so I can go back to sleep.

“[Name], wake up, we need to talk about something. It’s rather important”, My father, Elrond, called from the other side of my door.

Well, there goes my sleep I guess. “Come in” I reply as I sit up in bed.

The door slowly opens to reveal my father in his normal attire.

“Good morning [Name], I would ask how you’ve slept but with how grumpy you look I am going to guess you were sleeping well until I woke you up?”

“Mmm, precisely” I say, rubbing my eyes. “Well, what is it that we need to talk about?”

“Right, [Name] it’s time for you to marry..”

I stare at my father blankly, “Ada… Don’t tell me you’ve arranged a marriage between me and some other royal Elleth..”

“...that’s precisely what I did”

The silence that lasted was tense and the staring contest that also lasted was worse. Honestly, you could cut the air with a knife.

“What’s his name..?”

“Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland Realm”

I sigh as I get up.

“I’m guessing that we will be going to the Woodland realm then? When do we leave?”

“Later today”

“When exactly is later, I need a specific time”

“Middle of the day, you have about roughly 5 hours to get yourself situated”

“Okay Ada, do you mind getting out so I can get ready?”

“Oh, right sorry” He quickly said as he exited the room.

I walked over to the wardrobe and quickly let my eyes scan over the clothes until they landed on a simple [F/C] off the shoulder dress that goes all the way to the floor, with bishop sleeves. I walk over to the doors of my bathing chambers and quickly take a bath getting rid of any sleep that was still lingering. I step out of the tub and dry myself off with a towel and then tie a [F/C] satin robe around myself. I quickly do anything necessary such as brush my teeth, fix my hair, and a few other things along those lines. Once that is done I start braiding two sections of my [H/C] hair on either side of my head and tying them together at the back of my head. I then slip the satin robe off and slip the [F/C] dress on. Walking out of my bathing chambers I adjust the simple Elvin crown that sits on my head. As I step into my room I realize that my handmaiden, Anira, is standing in front of a trunk which was probably packed with anything I'll need until I get properly situated and settled in Mirkwood.

“Hello Anira, I notice you have packed my trunk, thank you”

She bows a bit and then stands up straight again smiling slightly “That’s what i’m here for”.

“Breakfast starts soon, you should hurry before someone decides to take the food you want Miss”

I nod and head out of my chambers and start walking in the direction of the Great Hall for breakfast. Despite its name, the Great Hall wasn’t that big, just big enough to hold 25-50 people. As the entrance comes into view I fix the dress a little bit before entering. I take a seat to the right of the head of the table where my father is sitting. 

“I take it you are in a better mood than you were earlier?”

“Somewhat”

That was all the conversation that was had before food arrived.

Later That Day.

I lightly tug on my cloak as I dismount my horse. The leaves crinkle under me as I follow my father on the path to the entrance of the Woodland Realm. The scenery surrounding it is beautiful.

As we enter I straighten my back and walk with confidence. In front of us is a throne at the top of a staircase, of which Thranduil, king of the Woodland realm sits upon. The confidence I had before dwindles a bit at the sight of the stoic king, nerves replacing the lost confidence. At the bottom of the stairs stands an elf with the same stoic expression and long blonde hair. I assume that is Legolas. As we stop in front of the throne, Thranduil stands up and begins walking down the staircase towards us.

“Hello Elrond” He greets and slightly nods his head.

“Hello Thranduil”

“Legolas, come escort Miss [Name] to her chambers please. I must discuss some things with Elrond”

Legolas nods and starts walking away as I quickly walk up beside him. The stoic expression on his face still stays and never wavers.

“...Hello, I’m [Name]” I say as I hold my hand out.

“I know who you are,” Legolas replies with slight venom to his words.

“Oh.. okay” I lowered my hand. “So… it’s been arranged for us to marry each other.”

“I am aware”

…

“Uhm, I know you are a prince and all but what do you like to do when you do not have princely duties to attend to?”

Silence.

I frown as I look at the prince and decide to look at the floor as we walk instead. Maybe he’s still processing the idea of an arranged marriage? I sigh softly and look up as we slow to a stop in front of a door.

“Your chambers” The elf says before he continues down the hall.

I watch him walk away until he’s out of sight. I turn to the door and turn the handle, inside is a beautiful white canopy bed and some pieces of furniture here and there that all match. I see that my things have already been put away as I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge of it. I notice the small pile of books on the bedside table and pick up the first one. The title read “Dance of Thieves”. I start reading the book and before I know it i’ve fallen asleep with the book laying open next to me.

***

I’m awoken by the sound of knocking at my door.

“Miss, I’m here to help you get ready for dinner” A voice called from behind the door.

“Come in” I say, closing the book and placing it back on the bedside table.

A beautiful elf walks in and bows slightly before she gestures me over to the vanity that sits at the side of my room. She pulls out the chair as you walk over. I sit down in it and she begins doing my hair.

“What is your name?” I ask the elf.

“Maerial”

“You are very pretty, Maerial” I smile at her through the mirror in front of me.

“Oh, thank you miss, you are extraordinarily pretty yourself”

I smile more at the elf.

“Done” Maerial backs away from me and I realize she has put my hair in a loose yet elegant braid.

“Thank you Maerial, it looks beautiful”

“You are welcome miss” she smiles “Now for your gown”

***

I follow Maerial to the Dining Hall where I am to sit next to Legolas as our fathers explain the marriage. I thank one of the servants as he pulls out my seat for me. I sit down and he pushes it back in. 

“Now that we are all here, we shall discuss your marriage” Thranduil says before he sips his wine.

“The wedding will take place in a week's time, that will give you two enough time to get to know each other well enough” My father continues.

I nod and side glance at Legolas who looks slightly annoyed. I frown and look down at my plate as the food arrives.

***

“Legolas please escort [Name] to her chambers”

Said elf nods and stands up. As he walks towards the hall I stand up as well and follow him.

…

“You didn’t answer my question last time we talked, maybe I was talking too quietly… What do you like to do when you have free time?”

I watch as the prince gives me a side glance before looking forward again and saying nothing. I frown again before thinking of something else to ask.

“Uh, what’s your favorite colour?” I ask hesitantly, maybe it was a stupid question but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment.

He stays silent until we reach my door, I mumble a thank you before entering my chambers.

***

The same thing happened for the next few days. It is now two days before the wedding and I’ve decided that instead of marrying someone who has no interest in getting to know me, I will go to the Undying Lands. I exit my room and begin walking towards my father’s room.

Once I get there I knock on the door. “Ada.. I have something I want to talk about…”

“Come in”

I opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind me.

“[Name] is something wrong?”

“Uhm, Ada I was wondering if I could go to the Undying Lands… I’d rather go there than marry Legolas. He makes no effort to get to know me and won’t answer me when I try to ask him questions…” I frown all throughout my explanation.

He sighs and gives me a sad smile. “If that is what you wish then I will not stop you”

“Thank you Ada” I smiled back at him. “I wish to leave by tomorrow”

“Alright, I’ll inform Thranduil”

“Thank you” I turn and walk back to my room. Once I get back I change into a nightgown and begin reading until I fall asleep.

***

As I sit on my horse, I begin to pull on the hood of my [F/C] cloak over my head until a voice stops me.

“Where are you going?”

I turn my head to look at the elf prince with slight shock on my face. “I thought you were not interested in anything to do with me..” I grumbled, which made the elf prince frown a little bit, before answering his question “I’m going to the Undying Lands, it is clear you have no interest in marrying me so I’m saving both of us… Me from a loveless marriage and you from marrying someone you do not wish to marry.”

For a second I swear I saw sadness flash across his face, but only for a second because then all that was seen was his stoic expression.

Silence.

It stayed like that for a while before I decided to pull my hood up over my head. I made my horse turn towards the other end of the bridge as she started walking away from the elleth.

The young elf prince’s expression softened as he was filled with sadness. A sadness he couldn’t quite explain. He sighed and then spoke.

“Wait.. I’m sorry… Can we start over? I didn’t like that my father was forcing me to marry someone I didn’t know so to spite him I ignored you… I won’t ignore you anymore”

I turn my head in his direction with a frown on my face. “Promise…?” While it sounded childish I needed him to promise that he wouldn’t ignore me again.

“Promise”

I smile a little at that and make my horse bring me back towards him. I push the hood off of my head as the horse comes to a stop. Legolas holds out his hand to help me down and I take it, gracefully dismounting my horse. I have a guard take my horse back to the stables and then walk back through the entrance, hand in hand with the young elleth prince.

I smile childishly at the prince next to me, “Now that you’ve promised not to ignore me, I was wondering what do you like to do in your free time”

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Honestly, I can see a part 2 or 3 to this, so if it’s wanted then I'll gladly write it :) just request it.

I hope this is good. Like I said at the beginning, I tried my best :’]

#legolas x reader #legolas greenleaf #tolkien universe #x fem!reader #x female reader #writing #arranged marriage #x reader #middle earth

[ginandoldlace]

On 5th April 1860, the confirmation of Queen Victoria's second son, Prince Alfred, took place at Windsor Castle.

Queen Victoria’s journal:

“Saw dear Affie for a moment. He did not come to breakfast. — Afterwards we walked with the visitors, Alice, Bertie & the little girls down to St. George's Chapel & showed them the beautiful monument of dear Aunt Gloucester, which is now finished, & with which they were greatly delighted. Fine, but a very high wind. — Dressing, I, in a striped blue satin dress, Alice, in lilac & the little girls in green. We all assembled at 12 in the Audience Room, dear Mama & Marie L. joining us. Albert then fetched up Affie, who was in his uniform, & proceeded to the Chapel, we & Affie going in first. Everything just as at the 3 previous Confirmations, with the exception of Mr Onslow being within the altar rails. The Bishop of Chester, as Clerk of the Closet, stood behind me. The service was very impressive, & dear Affie was much impressed & overcame when I kissed him & pressed his dear beautiful face between my hands. A very fine Chorale "Oh, happy bond that seals my vows" was sung by the St. George's Choir, & the Arch Bishop's Charge was very good & to the purpose. After the service was over we talked to the Company & then went into the King's Room, where all Affie's presents were laid out. We gave him a fine clock, a seal, a telescope, &c, & Mama a fine watch chain. At ¼ to 2 we all sat down to luncheon, including dear Mama. The Baby appeared, looking a great duck. Afterwards we took leave of all our guests. — Took a walk with Affie. — Received a telegram from Victor, saying his father was better, but he had been almost despaired of. — Saw Major Cowell, to whom we gave a fine silver vase, & Mr Onslow (whom I like so much) a silver inkstand. — We dined alone with our 3 children, & afterwards when Alice & Affie were gone, had a long talk with Bertie, whom we found very sensible & right minded, with good & right feelings. Thus ended this important day. —“

[the1920sinpictures]

1917 c. Jeanne Lanvin silk crepe chiffon day dress with a shirt collar, plunging neckline, bishop sleeves and upper skirt all with self-trim embellishments. The bodice and upper skirt are lined in a dove grey silk, the lower skirt of hammered crepe and lined in silk satin. From Augusta Auctions.

[sendpseuds]

Okay here we go, full prequels les mis cast list, sponsored by writer’s tears copper pot whiskey:

Jean valjean - obi wan kenobi

Marius - anakin skywalker

Javert - Darth Maul (obviously. “This I swear by the stars”? What a dramatic single-minded bitch)

The bishop - Qui Gon Jinn (dramatic ghost moment)

Cosette - Padme Amidala (obvi)

Fantine - Satine??? (Likeeee both doomed by the narrative but characterization doesn’t 100% fit; however makes the most sense if obi wan is valjean. I digress)

The thenadiers - OPTIONS. Hondo Ohnaka and Cad Bane. R2-D2 and C-3PO. Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress. Yoda and Mace Windu. Plo Koon and Kit Fisto. Bo-Katan and Pre Viszla. (Also yoda and qui gon but for these purposes qui gon has to be the bishop) (I can keep going it will only get dumber)

Eponine - ??????? Honestly only Padme makes sense here to me also but she can’t be ep and cos (my partner says Jar Jar Binks and I want to die). I CAN see Sabe but that’s getting into the lore of the Brick and not the Musical. Or if we’re getting really silly with it, Palpatine (“on my own with no one here beside me [to commit some war crimes]”)

Gavroche - Ahsoka Tano

Enjolras - Cody (because obviously the abc students are the clones)

Students:

Combeferre - Fives

Courfeyrac - Rex (usually spends most time with Gavroche of the students)

Joly - Wolffe

Lesgles - Hevy

Jean Prouvaire - Bly

Grantaire - Echo (has a lot going on)

I wasn't sure about Eponine either!!!

But honestly, the list for the Thenadiers made me laugh so hard!

Man, I need someone to write this now, it's killing me.

[winniecouture]

Unmasking the Epitome of Style: Nashville's Trendsetting Wedding Gown

Wedding dresses hold a vital place in the world of bridal fashion. As the backbone of the bride’s aesthetic, they illuminate the wedding’s tone and feel. In Nashville, TN, the city’s rich heritage, modern energy and creativity come together to forge a diverse range of wedding dress styles.

Tradition Remixes: Reimagining the Classics

A wedding in Nashville often introduces traditional southern charm to trend-setting modernity. The classic ballgown — voluminous and princess-esque — still finds its place here. However, we see Nashville brides giving it a fresh spin. The traditional silhouette now pairs itself with statement back designs, intricate beadwork, or unique sleeve embellishments.

Fairytale necklines, a blend of the classic sweetheart and the modern off-the shoulder design, is soaring in popularity. Simultaneously, high-neck gowns studded with lace or intricate detailing offer a nod to tradition while maintaining a modern aesthetic.

Bohemian Rhapsody: The Earthy Appeal

Rooted in freedom, extraordinary simplicity, and a fascination with nature, boho chic trends seep into Nashville’s wedding dress scene. Draped in lightweight fabrics, gowns showcase flowing silhouettes, ethereal lace, and crochet embellishments. Loose, fluttery sleeves and tiered skirts add an undeniably romantic allure. These dresses echo nature’s laid-back vibe while amplifying the bride’s beauty.

Minimalist Chic: Simplicity Takes Center Stage

Simplicity can sometimes say more than extravagance. Nashville brides embrace minimalist dress designs that emphasize clean lines. Satin or crepe sheath dresses embody this style, with their elegant silhouette letting the bride’s natural beauty stand out.

These dresses often feature a well-crafted detail — an elegantly draped back, a tastefully plunging neckline, or a delicately beaded belt. It’s a stripped-down style, but one that radiates quiet sophistication.

Spotlight on Sleeves: Unabashed Drama

Sleeves in wedding dresses are chic but also functional, helping brides combat Nashville’s cooler months. Yet, sleeves offer more than just warmth. Billowing bishop sleeves impart a dramatic yet romantic detail to wedding gowns. Lace, tulle, or satin finishes add an extra layer of lavishness.

Aside from full sleeves, flutter and cap sleeves mark their presence. Balloon sleeves, infused with a retro vibe, steal the show, taking Nashville brides on a trip back to the 70s.

In The Details: Show stopping Elements

Even moderations in design details can make a substantial impact, turning the dress into a head-turning piece. Plunging backlines and illusion lace back designs are gaining traction, presenting an elegant yet unexpected surprise.

Colored gowns in blush, champagne, or subtle pastels lend an extraordinary touch, stepping away from traditional whites. Brides in Nashville don’t shy away from frothy tulle layers, metallic touches, or oversized bows for a punch of personality.

All About Adaptability: Versatility in the Picture

Functionality merges with fashion in convertible dresses. Detachable skirts, removable trains, or interchangeable tops make the dress versatile. A dress that transforms easily from a full-length gown for the ceremony to a dance-friendly version for the reception appeals to brides who crave both drama and comfort.

Sensual Elegance: Illusion Details

Illusion detailing, particularly in necklines and bodices, has become a popular trend among Nashville brides. This design choice provides an alluring glimpse of skin while still maintaining a refined look. Utilizing sheer mesh and delicate lace appliques, designers create the illusion of floating details on the skin. This subtle yet sexy design element balances elegance and sensuality, lending brides the best of both worlds.

Courting Couture: High Fashion Meets Bridal

Couture-inspired wedding dresses are finding their place among Nashville brides. These fashion-forward designs showcase contemporary craftsmanship along with distinct artistic flair.

Expect to see architectural ruffles, intricate bead work, daring slits, and 3D details. By marrying high-fashion aesthetics with bridal elegance, Nashville proves that wedding dresses don’t have to be confined to traditional norms.

[wikiuntamed]

On this day in Wikipedia: Friday, 28th July

Welcome, Bienvenue, नमस्ते, 你好 🤗 What does @Wikipedia say about 28th July through the years 🏛️📜🗓️?

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28th July 2018 🗓️ : Event - Wendy Tuck Australian Wendy Tuck becomes the first female skipper to win the Clipper Round the World Yacht Race. "Wendy Tuck (born c. 1965) is a yachtswoman and previous chief instructor and principal at the Clipper Race training base in Sydney, Australia. She was the first female skipper to win a round-the-world yacht race...."

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28th July 2013 🗓️ : Death - Mustafa Adrisi Mustafa Adrisi, Ugandan general and politician, 3rd Vice President of Uganda (b. 1922) "Mustafa Adrisi Abataki (c. 1922 – 28 July 2013) was a Ugandan military officer who served as the third vice president of Uganda from 1977 to 1979 and was one of President Idi Amin's closest associates. In 1978, after Adrisi was injured in a suspicious auto accident, troops loyal to him mutinied...."

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28th July 🗓️ : Holiday - Christian feast day: Pope Innocent I "Pope Innocent I (Latin: Innocentius I) was the bishop of Rome from 401 to his death on 12 March 417. From the beginning of his papacy, he was seen as the general arbitrator of ecclesiastical disputes in both the East and the West. He confirmed the prerogatives of the Archbishop of Thessalonica, and..."

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[thedeadthree]

SATINE BISHOP seattle’s rookie sorceress, inner demons (x.x)

yesterday? i went to the fremont market. today? i accidentally started the apocalypse, survived my very first demon attack and found out i can do magic. tomorrow? who knows!

playlist . @innerdemons-if

#she’s doing fine! being held together by glitter glue and lord of the rings themed duct tape but doing fine! #she didn’t do it seattle it wasn’t her fault! it was her evil twin? batine sishop! ✨🥴 #my precious disaster bb girl ✨🤍 #c. satine bishop #if. inner demons #inner demons #inner demons if #interactive fiction #leg.ocs #leg.edit #THIS WAS ALSO SITTING IN MY WIPS? me playing with icons for the second time! it’s getting easier i think! ✨☺️ #the demo updated and im so excited to read it so here she is! #phoebe bridgers beloved as her fc ✨😌 #thinks ciaran is neat! 🤍 #this was such a cute template and i love her aesthetic :) #y’all should absolutely read this if the writing is lovely and the ui is stunning! i love ittt sm 🤍 #AND ITS SET IN THE PNW LIKE AHH reading streets and being like !!!! i know that one! IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH ✨🥺 #now knowing she has magic she can live out her best galadriel dream! #my chaotic galdriel wannabe bb ✨🥺 #*galadriel #i am back after a short couple day break and im feeling better now! 🤍 #WE FINALLY ARENT ILL ANYMORE hehe! ✨☺️🤍! #AND BAINBRIDGE ISLAND i was like !!!!!!! i know that place! it’s so cool ahhh i love it ✨☺️ #just wants to frequent the fremont market and spend all her money buying vinyls at the record store and fawn over the pretty sorcerer!

[etlunainmorte]

❄❄❄

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*Bella Basil Raspberry Tea*

Total Time - 45 minutes preparation plus chilling

Serves - 6

Ingredients

3 cups fresh raspberries

1 cup sugar

1 cup packed fresh basil leaves, coarsely chopped

1/4 cup lime juice

2 individual black tea bags

1 bottle ( 1 liter ) carbonated water or 1 bottle ( 750 milliliters ) sparkling rose wine

Ice cubes

Fresh raspberries and basil leaves, optional

Directions

In a large saucepan, combine the raspberries, sugar, basil and lime juice. Mash berries. Cook over medium heat for 7 minutes or until berries release juices.

Remove from the heat; add tea bags. Cover and steep for 20 minutes. Strain, discarding tea bags and raspberry seeds. Transfer tea to a 2 - qt. pitcher. Cover and refrigerate until serving.

Just before serving, slowly add carbonated water or wine. Serve over ice. If desired, top with raspberries and basil.

Nutrition Facts

1 cup: 281 calories, 0 fat ( 0 saturated fat ), 0 cholesterol, 9mg sodium, 44g carbohydrate ( 37g sugars, 4g fiber ), 1g protein.

*Cookie Dough Stuffed Oreos*

Yields - 30

Prep Time - 10 minutes

Total Time - 1 hour 35 minutes

Ingredients

1/2 c. ( 1 stick ) melted butter

1/2 c. granulated sugar 

1/2 c. packed brown sugar 

1 tsp. pure vanilla extract 

1 c. almond flour 

1/2 tsp. kosher salt 

2/3 c. mini chocolate chips

24 Oreos

1 c. chocolate chips

1 tbsp. coconut oil 

1/4 c. sprinkles 

Directions

Line a large baking sheet with parchment paper. In a large bowl, whisk together melted butter, sugars, and vanilla. Stir in almond flour and salt, then fold in mini chocolate chips. 

Separate Oreos trying to keep cream intact. Place 2 tsp of cookie dough on Oreo half with cream, then sandwich with other half of Oreo. Repeat with remaining Oreos and dough. 

Place chocolate chips and coconut oil in a microwave safe bowl and microwave in 30 second intervals until melted. Dip Oreos halfway into chocolate, place on prepared baking sheet, and top with sprinkles. Refrigerate until chocolate is hardened, 1 hour.

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"You said, please, say yes." You excitedly informed him. "And I said, yes! I'm going to the New Year's Ball with you, V!"

It took the poet a full minute before he finally realized what you were talking about. And when he finally realized what your words truly meant, his eyes slowly widened and his mouth fell open in shock. He grabbed his messy hair with both hands and spoke, "That - that's your answer, right? You'll go to the Ball with me?"

"Hahaha! Of course, you silly poet!" You laughed as you threw yourself at him, hugging him and placing a tender kiss on his cheek. Oh, how sweet you smelled. What a nice morning, indeed! "See ya!"

And before V could even reciprocate with a kiss of his own, you took your hands off him, waved, and went back to your house.

Now, if it were only that easy.

"What happened to you, dear?" Adelaide asked you, a plate of fluffy pancakes in her hand. 

Your hands automatically went up your hair as realization finally kicked in. "I told him I'd go the Ball with him."

"Yes, and?"

Giving your grandmother a horrified look, you answered, "I don't have a vintage dress!"

***

❄ Three Wishes ❄

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IX

***

"You're in luck." Your cousin, Avery, told you as she nudged your arm with an elbow. "I got your back."

"Thanks." You answered with a shy smile as the two of you made your way to her mansion.

It was a good thing that you called Avery first before going to the shopping district to look for a decent vintage dress. You never knew much about gowns or even dresses ( except for the ones you wear for your concours and concertos ), and you're just glad to have her around.

And honestly? She didn't disappoint. Not only were you not going to spend a single cent, you're also going to have the full vintage wardrobe experience free of charge!

Avery opened the heavy wooden door, a feat which always awed you, and allowed you to step into the threshold first before her.

The warmth of the place welcomed you like an old friend, and the entirely redesigned interior made it look as good, or even better, as new. Avery chucked ( not literally, of course ) the old Grecian statues and the rest of the old stuff away ( including your great grandfather's intimidating life - size portrait, which, if she could be honest, was already considered cursed by a lot of curators ), put them up for auction, and actually gained a lot of money from it ( well, not that Roman would refuse, anyway ). She hired a florist and an interior designer for a revamp of the mansion, and voila!

And now, as you glanced with wonder and admiration at the complete transformation of the interior, your jaw couldn't help but drop and your eyes couldn't help but widen. The house, and all the places and corners the eye could possibly reach, looked actually clean, it didn't even look like a haunted mansion, anymore. In place of the old Grecian statues were two Venetian pedestals with modern flower vases in it. The baroque period paintings were gone from the walls, replaced with modern ones depicting gardens in all four seasons. The old and worn down window frames were also replaced. Even the floorboards don't squeak anymore.

Everything was brand new! And everywhere you look, there were lots, and lots, and lots,... of flowers! And,... this actually made you a bit confused.

Avery, actually decorating her house with flowers,... ?

"Didn't know you'd go for flower power." You let out your thoughts as you followed and observed the positively radiant woman upstairs. "And you looked, ah,... different." You remarked, seeing that she finally got rid of her blue highlights and just let her hair grow naturally, letting its true auburn color show, which looked perfect in its own way. You also noticed that her style changed, as well. Instead of a loud statement shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a pair of thick leather boots, she's wearing a pastel - colored floral dress, and a pair of wedges.

Avery,... wearing dresses?

Am I missing something here? You thought to yourself as you smiled at your cousin.

"Who? Me? Different?" Avery replied as she glanced at you at the corner of her eye.

You hummed in approval. "You looked,... radiant."

"Nah! I'm still old me. And you're the main focus here, not me. So, if you please,..." Your cousin requested as she gestured for you to open the door to the bedroom on the left hallway. You grabbed the doorknob firmly, carefully turned it, and opened the door,...

You felt a strange wave of nostalgia brush you gently in the face as you entered the old room. The huge French canopy bed on the left, the sweet scent wafting about the cozy room, the pastel colored wallpaper, the heavy floral curtains, and even the white vanity table on the right gave the impression that this room belonged to a very delicate lady,...

... who seemed very much in love.

Huh? Why did I think of that? You pondered as you heard the door close behind you.

"I had this room renovated." Avery told you as she walked towards the vanity table and placed a hand on the ornate mirror. "This belonged to gran's mom."

"Really?!" You gasped, taken by surprise by what you just heard from your cousin. Your eyes wandered once more all over the place, drinking in all the lovely sights the room could offer. It's as if,... the room itself held some sort of significance to you. Like you've been here before. "Wow,..."

"You know, V spent a lot of time in this room last October." Avery giggled as she gave you a sly sideways glance, wanting to see your reaction. And you didn't disappoint. The moment your cousin mentioned his one letter name, your face heated up, making it as red as a beetroot.

"W - what's he doing here?" You stuttered, making the other woman laugh.

"Ah! Long story. I'll tell you some other time." Avery answered as she went towards the large wooden closet on the left near the French canopy bed. "But, I'll tell you this: he's in love with gran's mom."

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." Your cousin teased as she opened the closet, revealing a huge collection of Victorian era dresses of all fabrics, colors, and shapes.

And it simply took your breath away! And instantly made you forget what Avery just revealed.

"Amazing!" You gasped in awe as Avery took one dress made completely out of lace from the huge closet. "It's so, so beautiful!"

"Look, I may tell you that this lady here suits your skin tone but, you can try as many of these as you like." Avery told you as she carefully handed you the delicate dress. "Hell, you can try all of them!"

And that's what you did for the next few hours. As tiring as it was, carefully putting on these dresses and making sure that they don't get damaged in the process, it really was fun trying them on. There were just too many, in different shades of red, blue, purple, green, and yellow, in different fabrics like lace, satin, silk, chiffon, and in different cuts, although ninety - five percent of them had extremely low necklines and all of them had tight fitting bodice.

And somehow, the dresses,...

... felt so familiar to you. From the colors perfectly matching your skin tone, to their sizes exactly fitting your form.

It was like you actually owned them.

"That's beautiful." Avery, who got so tired of waiting and elected to just sit on the bed to watch your every move, said for seemingly the hundredth time that day.

"Yes but," You answered as you uncomfortably looked down at what you’re wearing: an exquisite pale green dress with an empire waist and a pair of bishop sleeves made of voluminous silk. " ... it doesn't seem right."

Avery rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "I told you. Pick whatever you like. V will not judge you if you pick the wrong one, come on!"

"No, it's not that I'm worried about V judging me." You said as you faced the closet once more. "These dresses are all beautiful, and they all fit so perfectly, it's actually scary. But, I don't feel,... special,... in any of them. In a way."

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's like,... I'm happy they all fit. But, I'm not happy wearing them."

"Really? How so?"

"It's like,... ah,... how do I explain this?" You bit your lower lip as you browsed the many more dresses that were hanging inside the vintage closet belonging to your gran's mom. "It's like, I'm looking for something that resonates. That feels special. You know what I'm saying?"

"I'm not sure I know what you meant." Avery answered as she collapsed on the white pillows.

"Ah, it's so hard to - "

"Hard to what?"

You turned towards your cousin, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets and your mouth opening wide. Like you've just awoken to a huge revelation.

"Found something that resonates?" Avery asked as she rolled on the bed, propping her chin on her knuckles and playfully swaying her feet back and forth.

"I might have." You replied as you took a particular dress from the closet and made your way once again towards the massive bathroom. "Wait."

"Isn't that what you're already making V do?" Avery teased with a huge grin plastered on her face as she rolled on the bed once more and laid on her back.

"What's that?!" Your voice echoed from the bathroom. You were just too weirded out with your cousin's behavior.

"Nothing! And make it quick already! I'm starving!"

"Alright! Alright! And can you put something else in here, like a vanity table or something? It feels really empty here!"

"Just like how V feels without you?"

"Come again?!"

"Did I say something?"

"Ugh!"

Avery was clutching her stomach with both hands, hysterically laughing at her jokes when you finally came out of the bathroom. And when she saw you, her mouth simply dropped.

"Girl," She gasped, feeling as if her eyes were deceiving her. " ... you're wearing,... that?"

"Yes!" You proudly declared as you made a little pirouette, the soft fabric of the dress flowing gracefully with your movement. "Isn't this perfect?!"

"W - well," Avery said, still a bit tongue - tied, as she got off the bed and made her way towards you. " ... I must say that's a really curious choice. A good choice, nonetheless. Looks perfect, yes."

Your eyebrows knitted, confusion with Avery's strange commentary on the dress you chose starting to set in. "You don't look happy."

"What? Ugh! Come on, I said it's perfect, right? Now, get dressed and come down, I'm really starving, I could eat a huge bird right now!”

You were still staring at the dress laid carefully on the sofa a few minutes later as you and your cousin enjoyed some cookie dough stuffed oreos and bella basil raspberry tea.

"So, are you gonna tell me?" You said after taking a sip of the sweet beverage. "What V was doing there last October?"

"Ye really wanna know?"

"Well, duh. Of course."

Avery took one cookie from the huge plate and pointed it at you. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

"Umm, yes? No? I don't know,..."

"Well, whatever your belief is, this place," Avery said, taking a bite of the treat. " ... used to be haunted. And I commissioned the Legendary Devil Hunter to drive the spirit out. But, he refused!" She said, then took another bite. "And this man, this thin man who calls himself V, he volunteered. He confronted the Demon who took over this place," She plopped the treat into her mouth and chewed. And with a still full mouth, she said, " ... and set the tortured souls free. Safe to say he won, right?"

"Oh, I s - "

"BUT, of course, you wouldn't believe me! So, forget what I just said." Avery took another cookie and ate it whole. Then, after that, she took another one from the plate and ate it as well.

"You, ah, eat well!" You said, carefully choosing your words so as not to offend your cousin.

"Who, me?" Avery asked as she ate another cookie, then took a sip of her tea. "Nah. Must be your imagination."

" ... okay,... "

"I answered your question, now answer mine." Avery gestured at the dress on the sofa and took another treat from the almost empty plate. "What made you choose that dress?"

"Instinct." You simply answered.

"Meaning?"

"I feel it's the one, you know?"

"Just like how you feel about V?"

"OH, SH - !"

"I'm home, ladies!" Roman, who just entered the living room, greeted you and made his way towards his wife to plant a kiss on her radiant cheek. He, then, took out a box of dumplings from a plastic bag and showed it to Avery, whose eyes and mouth widened in delight.

"Roman Mikael Francisco, you greatest husband in the world!" Avery exclaimed in ecstasy as she grabbed the Chinese take out box from Roman's hand. "How did you know I'm craving this?"

"Instinct." Roman answered as he winked at you, making you nod in realization of the real situation.

"Oh, shush, you!" Avery playfully slapped Roman's hand and looked back at you. "And you! You have to go back home, it's getting late."

"I'm not a kid!" You replied with a silly grin on your face as you took the dress from the sofa. "And it's only afternoon."

"Whatever." Avery said and stood, accidentally dropping her handkerchief from her lap to the floor in the process. "Oh, it fell! Just like how you and V fell for each other!"

"Stop!"

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❄ @la-vita , @clevermentalitybeliever , @birdgirl69 , @v-vic , and @dreaming-gamer . ❄

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"You alright on your own?" Roman asked graciously as he walked with you towards your house. "You need help with that box? That's huge!"

"I can handle this, thanks!" You replied with a smile as you held the box containing the dress and its accessories closer to your form.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?"

"Yes."

Roman nodded, his charming smile showing on his young - looking face. "Alright, alright. I'll go back to Avery, then. She's getting more and more delicate these past few days, you know?"

"Yeah. Take care of her, alright?"

"Si, si." Roman smiled, waved, and walked back towards the mansion.

So, I'm right! You thought as you opened the door to your own house. "Gran, I'm home - "

However, something, or someone, stopped you in your tracks.

Christopher Lancaster, your narcissistic former lover, was waiting for you in the living room. What's more, he was holding an expensive - looking bouquet of red roses, there was a box of expensive French chocolate on the table, and Adelaide was looking at the man with utter hate and disdain from one corner of the room. Like he forced her to let him in the house.

"(Y/N)!" The man greeted as he stood up from the sofa and made his way towards you. "I was waiting for you."

You took a few steps back and held the box right in front of you to prevent the man from getting closer to you. "What do you want, Christopher?"

"Aww, how cold! Yikes!" The man sarcastically said as he made a shivering gesture. "I only wanted to give this to you - "

"What. Do you. Want?"

"Sheesh, can't a man invite a lady properly to the New Year's Ball?"

"Oh! Is that so?"

"So, you'll come with me! That's great news! I - "

"Get out of here, you're scaring gran."

The man drew back in shock at what he just heard. "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, GET OUT! I'M NOT GOING TO THE BALL WITH YOU!"

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T REFUSE ME!"

"WELL, I JUST DID!" You yelled as you took the box of expensive chocolate from the table and shoved it forcefully into his arms. "NOW, GET OUT!"

The man gave you one last look of contempt before turning and finally leaving you and your grandmother alone.

And, hell, it felt good!

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #three wishes #v x reader #v x you #chapter 9 #wannabe #the chordette's mr. sandman

[early20thcenturynerd]

Princess Marie Louise (‘Louie’) of Schleswig-Holstein on her wedding day, 6th July 1891

“The wedding day, which was wet early, then cleared & became fine. [...] Great excitement & bustle, bands marching along, bells ringing, &c. Lenchen & the dear Bride, who looked very sweet in here becoming wedding dress, came into my room, & waited there. I wore a black & silver brocade, with Indian silver embroidery as trimming, & diamond ornaments & coronet. I followed soon after William to St. George's Chapel, going with Lenchen & Christle. [...] 

The Bride looked charming, in her creamy white satin gown, made with a very long train, trimmed with lace & orange flowers & myrtle. She wore her mother's wedding veil, & the diamond stars I gave her, finned in amongst the wreath.Christian led her by the hand, Abby walking on the other side, & she was followed by the 6 Bridesmaid, dressed all in white. [...]  Louie was very self-possessed, curtsied to me & then went up to the altar. The Arch Bishop of Canterbury performed the service, & said a few kind words of advice instead of the Address at the end.”

- Extract of Queen Victoria’s diary, 6th July 1891

#Princess Marie Louise #marie louise of schleswig holstein #1891 #1890s #queen victoria diary

[thedyingmoon]

🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXV.B

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Vergil landed on the wrecked balcony of Fleminger’s mansion, clearly noticing its quite undisturbed state despite the Dreadnought’s massive ambuscade. The sprawling mansion, itself, still stood in one piece. The once majestic ballroom may be reduced to a complete ruin due to the Electric Furies’ attack last Saturday and Nico’s reckless driving last Tuesday but, the rest of the huge building’s parts were still intact.

With the Yamato on his hand, he cautiously entered the dark and silent premises, hoping for Fleminger to show up,…

“My Lord?” A familiar voice uttered from a distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the darkness, when he noticed the Master of the house standing at a safe distance away from the entrance.

“Fleminger?” He called as he went closer, and the moment he did, he was unnerved to see the man looking really pale, like he just lost a lot of blood.

“My Lord!” He exclaimed triumphantly, his hands clasped as if in a prayer. “How wonderful to see you finally succeed!”

“Tell me,” Vergil cut him off. “… the Dreadnought. Why is it still alive? I drove the Yamato through her sister’s body and obtained her power. She should be weakened. I demand an explanation.”

“My Lord,” Fleminger began. “… I’m afraid to say that,… you have not gained everything.”

“And what do you mean by those words?”

“Inside the girl lies,… another. You may have her unmatched strength and her ability to look into the future but, you have yet to gain the most powerful ally.”

At the mere prospect of gaining more power, Vergil’s eyes clearly widened with interest. “And that is?”

Tired eyes red and pale hands rubbing against long, black, satin bishop sleeves, Fleminger spoke to him, “Immortality, my Lord. You have yet to gain her immortality. Acquire this and you shall be able put an end to the Dreadnought, once and for all. Obtain this,…” the man licked his dry lips and smiled at him. “… and you will be the most powerful being in existence. Even greater than Mundus, or Sparda, himself.”

Vergil glanced at the man with scrutinizing eyes, searching for something in Fleminger that could betray him of any kind of deceit. And when he found none, he nodded, then turned away from him.

“Then, I shall obtain it. And put an end to that Demon.”

“Even with obstacles before you?” Fleminger innocently asked just when another visitor arrived at the mansion. Vergil found out that it was none other than his son, Nero, himself.

“He is never an obstacle.” The father stated, regarding his own son with complete apathy. “Just a child who lost his way.”

“YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Nero fumed as blue light radiated from his body, engulfing him and slowly changing him to his Devil form. “V, VERGIL, WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF: FUCK YOU!”

The young Devil Hunter summoned Dante’s sword and charged forward with every intention of beating his father.

But, Vergil had other plans.

With one swift movement, he pulled out what’s left of the black contract markings from his neck, the thick, mysterious ink sticking to his fingers like glue, forcibly summoning both Shadow and Nightmare in the process.

While the golem started mindlessly destroying the place, the demonic feline only looked at Vergil in confusion, asking ‘why?’ without actual words. And this made Nero stop.

“I don’t have time for this.” Vergil told his son. “Play with these nightmares. Kill them, if you must.

"I’m done with them.”

“What are you - ?!”

With those empty words, the cold man simply walked out, changing into the light being once more as he arrived at the balcony, and soared into the skies in pursuit of his final goal. Nero was about to go after him when the abandoned familiars started attacking him.

For a brief moment, Vergil’s eyes scanned the ground below him like an eagle in search of his prey, swiftly descending when he finally spotted the remains of the Dreadnought. He morphed back to his mortal form once his feet touched the ground and made his way towards two distinct figures along the fleshy debris of Shinano Musashi.

That’s when he saw something else,…

… the girl, or what looked like her spirit,…

… who was sitting on the ground just beside her and Dante’s body.

Her head bowed down low, her tears spilling on her lap, her hands on the girl’s limp and bloody hands, she wept for her, her mournful sobs filling the silent place.

And then, Vergil realized,…

“You,…”

The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear. He knew she wasn’t (Y/N), and yet,…

… the resemblance,…

… was uncanny.

“Vergil,” she uttered, her voice sounding awfully familiar. Like he heard it somewhere before. “… she’s dying. Please, help her. Please!”

And he thought she was already done for! One look at her told him that she’s hopeless with those fatal wounds. No other mortal could survive those.

But, of course, the being was still healing her despite her incorrigible state.

“Why are you still helping her?” He questioned, not caring about (Y/N)’s condition. “She’s dying. There’s nothing you could do to help her.”

The being glanced back at the girl, grasping her hands as tightly as she could as she still tried to heal her. “I,… never lost my faith in her,…” she explained, then looked up once more at him. “… and neither in you, Vergil.”

Her voice,…

The way she uttered his name plucked something in his heart. He knew he had seen her before, heard her voice even. He just couldn’t remember when or how exactly.

“Listen, what you are doing right now is,… futile.” Vergil urged on. “There is no power in this cruel world that could save that weak mortal. Accept her fate and face your one true Master.”

The being closed her eyes, her tears endlessly streaming down, and shook her head in denial.

Vergil sighed. He didn’t want to use the Yamato against her. The being was small and looked weak and fragile, like its resemblance. He knew he could obtain her and her power of immortality. He just needed one last push, or else,…

He pointed at the sky and spoke, “Her sister is wreaking havoc as I speak. If you do not come with me now, the whole world, and humanity, itself, will truly be annihilated, and you would no longer serve any kind of Master.” He prodded on, his patience slowly reaching its limit. “You do not want to make this any more difficult for the both of us.” He exclaimed, then extended a hand towards the being, wanting it to take it. “Come with me. Now.”

The being only looked at him, her facial expression quite difficult to read. “You must understand that, by acquiring my power, not only will you gain immortality, you will also gain the absolute knowledge of my current vessel.”

Absolute knowledge? “I understand.”

“By my sister Andromeda, you became the Protector of The Present. By my sister Cassandra, you gained the Aspect of The Future. By me, the last of the Sisters of Fate, you shall carry the burden of the past. Do you understand?”

Vergil sighed. “Yes.”

The being inhaled, looking like it was actually contemplating its decisions like a normal human being.

Her emotions, her gestures,…

… those eyes,…

In fact, she really was like a normal human girl,…

“Do you, Vergil Sparda, accept all of these conditions?”

“I do.” He gave his unwavering answer.

“Then,” she answered, finally taking Vergil’s hand. “… reunite, we shall, Master Vergil. I pray you do not regret,… your decision.”

The moment their hands made contact, the last of the Sisters of Fate vanished, her body turning into little orbs. These orbs then went directly to Vergil’s skin, merging with him, becoming one with him,…

“V,…”

When he finally succeeded in absorbing the last being, he heard a familiar female voice. His sight was abruptly stolen from him, making him drop the Yamato on the ground. His consciousness was swiftly brought to a place he didn’t know existed. He felt he was floating, hovering for a long time, and when he finally gained his sight back, he saw,…

… her memories.

(Y/N)’s memories.

All of it.

And they came crashing down in huge flashes before him,…

“I love you, Mama! I love you, Papa!”

“STOP HURTING PAPA!”

“NO! DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY! DON’T LEAVE US!”

“I’m here, (S/N). I will never leave you,…”

“What did you do to my sister?!”

“I’m sorry,…”

“Who are you?!”

“ALL OF YOU, DIE!”

“Where am I?!”

“I was not perfect. And I failed to protect her because of it.”

“There is,… someone,… in my visions. A man - with white hair. He plays the violin,…”

“I must fulfill the wish!”

“Nico, make this for me!”

“I was looking for someone,…”

“I said,… STAY!”

“Nico, it’s him! The man in my visions! The one with the markings on his skin!”

“I will protect you, V.”

“Do you know Titanic, V?”

“I think you should go see the world for yourself,…”

“I want to know what’s bothering you,…”

“V!”

“V?”

“V, please,…”

“I love you, V,…”

Vergil closed his eyes and covered his ears to shut the flood of memories away. He screamed, begging for the visions to stop plaguing him.

Then, everything went silent, as simple as that. He could no longer hear her voice, nor see her memories. It was as if the voices and the memories got sucked into oblivion, never to be seen again. The whole world was plunged into total darkness.

And then, he heard it. Another voice but, it sounded different. It did not feel chaotic. It was calm.

“I’ve waited a hundred years. I’d wait,… a million more for you,…”

A male voice sang gently just when a little orb of light appeared from a distance. Vergil took a step forward, longing to reach its warmth and protection,…

“Nothing prepared me for,… what the priviledge of being yours would do,…”

Vergil was transported to a big empty studio where a man was sitting in front of a piano, singing those soothing words.

And then, he saw her right on the corner. It was (Y/N). And she looked just the same, long (H/C) hair tied in a ponytail, graceful movements, perfect posture,…

She looked very much alive and vibrant.

“That beautiful song,… what is it about?” She asked the man on the piano, her curiosity endearing, her voice achingly lovely.

“It’s about a man who regrets the loss of a loved one and the woman who loves him the most. The love of his life. Whom he could no longer be with.” He answered, playing some notes, then sang once more. “If I have only felt the warmth,… within your touch,…”

“Could you,…” she began, positioning herself in the middle of the empty room. “… start from the beginning?”

The man smiled as his hands gently glided on the keys once more.

And just as he began playing, Vergil heard a thunderclap. He turned to look at the windows and realized it was raining outside. He, then, glanced back at the middle of the room, and saw,…

… his former fragile self sitting on the floor with his first demonic familiar, Griffon, just behind him, watching (Y/N) as she began dancing to the man’s song.

He could still remember this exact moment on that abandoned studio that one rainy day. All he could hear by then was the sound of the rain, the thunder, and her light steps.

But, now, it was as if the two memories, his and hers, overlapped and merged into one sad vision, finally enabling him to hear the song she danced to and see once more how graceful and delicate she was.

With the sweet music, the sound of the rain and the thunder vanished. He listened as the man began playing and watched as the girl began dancing.

“I’ve waited a hundred years.

I’d wait a million more,… for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the priviledge of being yours,… would do.

If I had only felt,… the warmth within your touch.

If I had only seen,… how you smile,… when you blush.

Or how you curl your lip,… when you concentrate enough,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,… all along.

What I’ve been living,… for.”

The music gradually went louder as the girl began twirling, her raw movements in time with the music.

“Your love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words,... remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I've been,... for who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than,

... your fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels,... to be yours,

Oh, I would've known,... what I've been living for,...

... all along,..."

He felt his tears fall down just as the former him began weeping with her movements alone.

He never actually felt,... how it feels to be hers,...

And now, he not only left her, he hurt her, as well,...

... for such a stupid thing as absolute power.

He chose power,... over her.

Over the woman,...

... he now knew he truly loved.

And not because she had the ability to lure Demons like what Fleminger told him, no.

It was because of who and everything she was.

"What I've been living for."

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I would never do this again! I - ”

Vergil snapped from his reverie as he saw his former self hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

"Hey, it's okay." She reassured him. "I'll never leave you. I promise,... "

All of a sudden, the sweet memory abruptly changed to that of the times when he neglected her, rejected her, and that moment when he,...

"I love you, V."

"I choose,... POWER!"

But, still, the song remained,...

"Though we're tethered,

To the story we would tell.

When I saw you,

Oh, I knew we'd tell it well,...

With a whisper,... we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather,

Bringing kingdoms to,... their knees,..."

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

"THE PAST WILL WEEP, THE PRESENT WILL KNEEL, AND THE FUTURE WILL DIE!"

Vergil opened his eyes, feeling his tears on his face as he stared at her lifeless body on the ground. And when the thoughts of those painful visions went back to him,...

... he fell on his knees,...

... right before the woman he loved above all else.

And on that heart - wrenching moment, he suddenly felt his own sword drive through him, its tip sticking out of his stomach, dripping with his own blood.

And with that swift, decisive moment, the Sisters of Fate left his body and went directly to whoever stabbed him.

Just like that, they were stolen away from him.

He changed back to his former fragile self, crumbling, wheezing,...

... dying,...

Vergil,... was no more.

He felt the Yamato being pulled away from him as he coughed blood. He fell on the ground just beside (Y/N) and glanced up to find Fleminger with the Yamato.

"There was,... one vital part you didn't know about the story of the Dreadnought, my Lord." The Master, the true enemy and traitor, began, theatrically swinging the Yamato like a cane.

"F - flemin - g - ger,..." V wheezed, his blood staining the ground beneath him, his rage for the man, who was the cause of all this madness, overtaking his whole being.

"There has never been a Dreadnought, or a Shinano Musashi, to begin with. They were only made up. But,... there was a girl named (S/N) (L/N). She was the most perfect girl in all of existence, and my ancestors chose her to be the vessel of Pandemonium, a Demon whose powers rival that of Mundus'. Even greater.

"And Pandemonium did choose her eventually. My ancestors were about to achieve immortality through her when her sister, by the name of (Y/N) (L/N), happened to massacre almost all of them in rage, including the orphans they were raising. Apparently, she was chosen by three equally powerful beings - the Sisters Of Fate, Cassandra, Andromeda, and Galatea - to fulfill another mission. And that mission is to locate you, protect you, and reunite the Sisters back to Sparda's family."

Flemiger walked around V, who was squirming in pain and cowering with fear.

"It seems she succeeded on that mission of hers. You obtained power through her, and I took it from you. I fulfilled my revenge on (Y/N) for murdering my ancestors, thanks to you, my Lord. And for that, I will forever be grateful." The fiend expressed his sincere gratitude towards V. "Oh, and letting Pandemonium, who will only answer to me, destroy everything she wanted was only a collateral."

Fleminger sheathed the Yamato and went to the opposite direction. But, before he left, he turned back to V and smiled at him. He even threw a piece of a familiar leather fabric at him. And in complete horror, he realized whose it was.

It belonged to him,...

Nero,... V thought, his hopes shattering. My,... son,...

"Oh, and have I told you that Galatea, who was the Bearer of The Past, kept (Y/N)'s body safe and in stasis for a hundred years just for you? After all, she was the one who searched through different timelines for the perfect vessel. I did say that the tragedy of Fortuna happened a hundred years ago, am I right, my Lord?" He raised the Yamato at him like a salute of some sort then bowed. "Farewell, son of Sparda."

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

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~ I dedicate this chapter to @la-vita for helping me with this fic through XXV.A's German dialogue and her helpful tips for making V IC. Thank you so much. 🖤

~@vergils-daughter , @heaven-on-a-landslide , @micaelagua , @yepps , @sofia-micaela , @lessy86 , @beyond-the-mirror , @gxthghoulfriend , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @simmy-ships , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , and @krazy06 . 🖤

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His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,...

... pathetic,...

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

"Can you quote something from Shakespeare?" He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. "After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,..."

"Oh, here will I set up,... my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,... inauspicious stars from this,... world - wearied,... flesh!"

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

"... eyes look,... your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,... oh you the doors of,... breath,... seal with a righteous kiss,... a dateless,... bargain,... to engrossing death,..."

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

"... if only,... I could go back,... and change,... everything,..."

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,...

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"Master, open your eyes!"

"G - gala - t - tea?"

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Deputy Anna Bishop

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice.wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING.

crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH.

being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE.

coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

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ᴏᴄ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ — Joanna Bartlett

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

ᴏᴄ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ — Judith Atwood

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

ᴏᴄ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ — Lindy Bishop

SIGHT.

small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

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1926 c. Two black bishop-sleeved dresses. Left: Silk velvet with multicolored silk floss floral appliques to the waistline and the back of sleeves. R: Black crepe chiffon with inset lace panels asymmetrically inserted at the waist and falling to the hem, lace panel at neckline and fitted cuffs with a crepe black satin attached underdress. From Kerry Taylor Auctions.

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A- ain't no sunshine- bill withers

Y- you belong to me- patsy cline

B- boyfriend- dove Cameron

R- river- bishop Briggs

U- unbreak my heart- Toni Braxton

N- nights in white satin- the Moody blues

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