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miryum · 1 year

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Foundling Villa- Chapter 8

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Tag list: @notleclerc @sunsumonner

Warnings: critiquing (and rude) parents, alcohol, talk of horses from an author who knows nothing about them (and if you haven’t realised it yet, riding horses is supposed to be an analogy for racing)

Update: There should be around 17-ish chapters, but I’m also working on a fic for the brilliant and ingenious @bright-shiningstar (also a prince!charles x reader that may already be over 7k.... sorry not sorry) so they may come a little later than I would like

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Two weeks went by quickly and you knew that the servants were surprised by you. When you ordered a paint job for a scandalous wallpapered room, they hadn’t thought that you would don an apron and help them. You weren’t the best at manual labour, but you tried, and soon your arms were covered in sticky paint, laughing as you tried to get it off. You spontaneously decided to hire a gardener and met a lovely man called Oscar. He was thrilled to construct the gardens of the Princess of Enza, and quickly got to work. Another man, Nico Hulkenberg, came galloping up one day dressed in the regalia of a knight, and told you that Prince Charles had sent him to make sure you stayed out of danger. You, albeit a little peeved that Prince Charles hadn’t conferred with you, allowed Nico to join Lando in a hut by the stables.

You spent many days with Lando and the horses, trying to learn as much as possible about the animals and the sport that sometimes accompanied them. Lando became a swift friend and you enjoyed his company. Not only was he extremely knowledgeable, but also funny and charming. He introduced you to two horses he had acquired from a breeder with the money you gave him. They were crudely called number sixteen and number fifty-five. He had yet to name them.

On your first day, you hesitantly climbed on number sixteen. You tried desperately to remember everything you learned from your few minutes on a horse, and luckily, it came back quickly. Lando was highly encouraging and very patient. Once you felt comfortable, he jumped on number fifty-five and joined you in the fields.

“How are you doing?” he asked, circling around to meet you.

“This is fantastic!” You smiled broadly. “But it’s a little hard to ride in a dress. I’m going to need to fashion some new garments. I may have to write to Este.”

“Whatever the princess wants,” Lando said. “Do you know what you’re going to name them?”

You hummed. “Not yet, but I’m sure the right names will come to me.”

“Milady!” You heard a shout from the house and looked back at it. Elena was waving furiously at you, trying to get your attention. “Your family is arriving!”

You swore under your breath and nudged sixteen into a swift trot. “Elena!” You tried to instruct her from your horse. “Pull out a red dress for me to wear and a white shawl. Have the household line up in front of the house. Nico should be at the doors. Make sure Oscar looks presentable and have Yuki find all of the alcohol. We’ll need it.” Elena nodded sharply and ran back into the house. “Lando,” you directed. “I want you to tend to the horses at the front of the stable. My family came a day early- we’re unprepared, but it can’t seem like that.”

You hopped off number sixteen and thrust the reins into Lando’s hands. “May I say, Princess,” Lando called out as you ran to the Villa. “You're handling this very well. You make a remarkable leader.”

“Thank you, Lando.” He could tell that you were sincere. It was exactly what you needed to hear.

Sara rushed you upstairs the moment you stepped in the door. “May I ask, Princess,” she wondered as she undid the laces to your plain, around-the-house gown. “Why red? I thought you wanted to hold onto Williams for as long as you could.”

“No, no, no,” you bundled your hair into an updo. “I don’t care about holding onto Williams- they did nothing for me. I’m simply trying to aggravate whomever I hate most of all. If I see my parents, I change to red for Enza. If I see Prince Charles, I change to blue for Williams.”

“And if you see both?” Sara couldn’t help but smile at your antics. It reminded her of when you were younger, always finding a new mess to get into with your siblings. You stepped into the red dress and Sara pulled it up and started clipping and tying it into perfection.

“Ah, but that won’t ever happen.” You wagged a finger at her. “They don’t care enough to visit me at the same time.”

“Ma’am, they’re here.” Elena popped her head in the doorway and Sara yanked on the corset of your dress once more before twisting the strings into a bow.

You nodded, straightened your back, and strode down the stairs and out the door. The servants were already lined up elegantly and you couldn’t find one thing that your mother would pick apart. Two carriages stood outside, one containing your family, and the other, their belongings. You inwardly cringed at the amount of possessions they brought with them.

“Y/n, darling!” Your mother swept down from the carriage and embraced you tightly. “How have you been? Have you been surviving? It’s a momentous task to run a household and I was so worried you couldn’t live up to it.”

Only three seconds in, and you already wanted to strangle her. If it were only your siblings, then their stay would’ve been joyful. Unfortunately, your parents had spontaneously invited themselves, filling you with annoyance and dread.

“The wedding was phenomenal,” your father appeared at your mother’s side. “And how is Prince Charles? I assume he wanted to stay back at the palace, as this quaint house is no place for royalty, but I hope the wedding night went well?”

“Why don’t you get settled in, hm?” You blatantly ignored their questions, not offering so much as a ‘hello’. Your mother tittered disapprovingly at your words, but sashayed in the house, looking for inconsequential details to criticise. Your father clapped a hand on your bare shoulder, making you jump. True to his word, Este had altered some of your dresses for warmer weather, but you were now regretting it. You pulled your shawl tighter around you.

“Y/n, I am so sorry.” Your sister’s voice made you turn around. Brenda looked terribly guilty as Robert helped her down. “I couldn’t find an excuse to stop them from coming.”

“We tried,” Ralph rolled his eyes. “We tried so hard. But they persisted. They were adamant about visiting you.”

“It’s alright,” you sighed. “I’m glad you three came along. It’ll be easier to diffuse the tension. How’s Cambria doing?” You asked Robert about his heavily pregnant wife. The doctor had confined her to bed, the reason why she wasn’t with him on this trip.

“She’s splendid.” Robert grinned happily. “We’re both very excited. I’m cutting my visit short, however, to get back to her. I’ll only stay three days.”

“Oh, that’s fine! Give her my love when you return,” you said. You were delighted to have a niece or nephew. It would give you an excuse to visit Williams more often.

“I feel so bad for Cambria and Robert.” Brenda shook her head and looped her arm through yours. “Mother’s been hounding them ever since she found out Cambria was with child. Ralph’s been lucky to escape her eye.”

“The only good thing about marriage,” you muttered. “Getting away from mother.”

Brenda made a noise of agreement. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Dinner was stressed. Your father and Robert sat at the head. Ralph had drawn the short straw and had to sit next to your mother. Your glass of wine had been refilled three times. Awkward conversation had been sprinkled throughout, ranging from politics to talk of your recent marriage, though you wondered if they weren’t the same thing. Your father had delightedly bragged about the new finances and influx of immigrants that had been brought to Williams because of the new, prosperous relationship with Enza. You had ordered another round of drinks after that.

Mercifully, Elena tapped on your shoulder, whispering, “Milady, may I talk to you? Something has come up.”

You eagerly pushed away from the table and followed her to the foyer. “Please tell me this will take longer than fifteen minutes. I need a break from them. Don’t get me wrong, Elena, I love my family, especially my brothers and sisters, but sometimes my parents can be a bit much. I bought the Foundling Villa to escape everything, but people just keep showing up.”

Elena grimaced and said, “On that note, Princess, uh, another visitor has arrived.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples to try and stop the oncoming headache. “I will pay you double for the next year if you get them to go away. I don’t care who they are; I cannot stand someone else here.”

“Yes, well, ma’am,” Elena stuttered through her words. “I’m not sure I can do that to your husband, who, if you’ve forgotten, is the prince of Enza.”

Cursing, you threw open the door to see Prince Charles stepped down from a royal carriage bedecked in Enzan colours. He straightened his mantle, ran a hand through his hair, and then locked eyes with you. Prince Charles smiled sheepishly and shrugged, as if to say, Sorry, but I wanted to come see you.

“Elena.” You turned back to the frightened maid. “Please tell Sara to pick out a purple dress. I’m trying to displease many people tonight.”

#Foundling Villa #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lord perceval #monarchy #prince!charles leclerc x reader #prince!charles leclerc #lando norris #esteban ocon #este ocon #nico hulkenberg

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zee-has-commitment-issues · 10 months

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Hi, so I wrote a little fic, and I posted it. I gave it to Dani, she laughed at it, I asked if I should edit it, she said "fuck it we ball"

The entire fic will be below the cut because it's short enough to post here, but if you'd like to leave comments or kudos, it is also posted on my AO3. It's only 1k words.

Dress Up As...

This is the stupidest party they have ever thrown. They know that.

This was the stupidest party they had ever thrown, and they all knew it. No one was sure whose idea it had originally been, and no one was quite brave enough to own up to it. But it was their last party at Hillerska — their last third years’ party — and it seemed like a pity to go out without throwing at least one entirely stupid blowout.

The theme was truly very simple: Dress Up Like…

Throughout the entire week before, each third year had one at a time drawn a card out of a hat to find out what or who they would be dressing up as for the party. Every person had a different theme. No one should or would be dressed for the same party. In theory, that’s what made it fun.

What made it decidedly not fun was the fact that no one was allowed to redraw their theme. Once the card was in their hand, they could not switch with anyone or draw a second theme. That factor made the whole thing more than a little stressful. Because not everyone had the clothes they needed just lying around. Some of them had even resorted to stealing from First Years just to complete their looks.

But now it was the night of the party, and one by one they started to trickle in, costumes ready and on full display.

Some were better than others.

Henry wore a black tank top and bright green basketball shorts, chunky sneakers and a backward baseball cap. The entire night, he carried around a can of beer and would randomly start shouting about his human rights. Dress Up Like… An American.

Walter, his ever present counterpart, looked truly ridiculous. More so than usual. He showed up in short-shorts and a crop top, an LED flower crown sitting pretty atop his head. He had a mesh shawl overtop that went farther down than his pants did, and somehow he had managed to find what could only be described as cowboy boots. Dress Up Like… A Pinterest Girlie.

Stella wore a baby pink nightgown with a fairy pattern and clearly not matching blue bunny slippers. She had her hair tied up into pigtails and she was carrying around a worn-in looking stuffed bear. She was drinking her alcohol through a sippy-cup and every once in a while switched to suck on a lollipop. Dress Up Like… A Five-Year-Old.

Fredrika had it (arguably) the easiest out of all of them. She was quite literally wearing a bedsheet that she’d pinned into a toga and some sandals she’d managed to find on short notice. She’d gone the extra step to make herself a wreath for her hair, but pretty much everyone was mad at her for her lucky draw. Dress Up Like… An Ancient Roman.

Alexander had somehow gotten his hands on neon spandex. He went all out for his costume, even finding someone to give him a perm. There was a neon sweatband on his head that had “mysteriously” gone missing from the locker room a week ago. He’d completed his look with sunglasses that were too big for his face and Henry’s orange wrist-watch. Dress Up Like.. The 80s.

Madison wore a muscle tank and tight biker shorts. She was carrying around a big bin of vanilla protein powder and every time someone asked her a question she would respond with “do you even lift, bro?” She’d gone as far as to draw on faint mustache hairs and no one was actually sure if she was kidding about having bought into cryptocurrency as a way to commit to the bit. Dress Up Like… A Gym Bro.

Sara had spent all week stressing about her costume, only to give in and ask Henry if she could borrow his tuxedo. The one she knew he had just lying around because it was Henry, and of course he had a tuxedo lying around. She’d stolen a ring box from Simon to keep in her pocket, as well, and she had found a top hat somewhere in their mother’s box of old Halloween costumes. Dress Up Like… A Groom.

It was a lucky coincidence that Felice was her counterpart in all of that. They looked ridiculous, but at least they looked ridiculous together. Felice had taken the time to go to the thrift store in Bjärstad for her costume, though. Not even the students of Hillerska had wedding dresses lying around. She was able to find one for relatively cheap, too, and it had come with a veil. The dress was nice if you pretended it wasn’t from the 70s and ignored the suspicious stain. Sara had gotten her a bouquet to really sell the look. Dress Up Like… A Bride.

Wilhelm had borrowed his entire outfit from Felice. It was a blue dress and some gold jewelry. Nothing too scandalous, though he was still sure Jan-Olof’s heart would fail if he saw it. They still hadn’t told him about Wille piercing his ears yet. Wilhelm had opted to wear his own shoes for the night, as much as Felice begged him to try out high heels. He’d promised her he’d try another time when he wouldn’t have to commit to an entire night in them whilst slightly drunk. Dress Up Like… Your Best Friend.

It was Simon that truly caught everyone’s eye, though. With the exception of a long coat and scarf that they knew wasn’t his, he looked like he wasn’t dressed up at all. Everything he wore was seemingly something he wore every day. A sweatshirt and jeans, converse and a silver chain hanging around his neck.

“Oh, come on, Simon! You could have at least tried,” Fredrika called out, somehow already tipsy despite the party having just started.

“I’m dressed up,” Simon said. He shrugged off the coat and scarf before depositing himself in Wilhelm’s lap.

It was an obvious lie.

“Simon, you wear that all the time,” Henry pointed out.

Simon nodded, running his fingers through the hairs on the back of Wille’s head. “Yes, I do, and I’m still dressed up.”

Wilhelm looked like the cat who caught the canary and, most of the time, the rest of them would take that as a clue to just accept Simon’s words as truth and move on. But not tonight. No, they had all made asses of themselves trying to commit to this stupid ass party plan and they would be damned if Simon ruined it. They would force him to go home and change if they had to. They’d drag him by the ear back to Bjärstad and stand guard until he emerged looking just as idiotic as the rest of them.

“I would bet all the money in my wallet that you are not dressed up properly,” Walter said. It would have been a serious threat, too, had he not looked so ridiculous.

“Are you sure about that?” Simon asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I’d like to join in this bet!” Maddie declared, pulling her wallet out of her waistband. And, soon, they were all betting some kind of money on the fact that Simon had not properly committed to their stupid plan.

Wilhelm didn’t say a word. He just sat back with a smug look on his face as Simon got all of his friends to bet him a small fortune. He, of course, knew what Simon was supposed to be dressed up as. He, of course, knew Simon was about to be several thousand kronor richer.

When everyone had placed their bets on the table, his own sister included, Simon pulled his card out of the coat he’d earlier discarded. He knew they were going to challenge him on his costume. He’d come prepared for this.

He cleared his throat, sitting up straighter, though it was difficult with Wilhelm’s arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. “Everything I’m wearing — boxers included — is something Wilhelm has, at some point, stolen from me,” he announced. He threw his card down on top of the make-shift money pot and then leaned back into his boyfriend with a satisfied smirk. “Read it and weep, bitches.”

Dress Up As… Royalty.

#young royals #young royals fanfiction #young royals fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #wilmon fanfic #zee writes shit

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Author's Note- Hiya after a long time! I just needed some time to think. Hope you like it.

Requests are always open and well appreciated

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

The White Dragon

Close Were They (Chapter 7)

Summary- the argument follows with an important announcement...

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Warnings- Daemon being himself, Arguments.

Chapter 6 Chapter 8

The room sat silent as everyone stared at the sniffling princess, a shawl belonging to the sister of his betrothed wrapped around her shoulders. The queen mother strided around the room, her eyes staring at her good brother.

"Is that true? What Aemond said," she asked, glancing between Aerea and Daemon, her eyes glaring holes into the being of her good brother. Aerea could see Cregan sitting on the edge of his seat, his hand clasped in front of him.

The Rogue Prince laughed, his skin crinckling at the corner of his eyes. "I admire your ability to judge me as a womanizer," Daemon commented, standing up from the chair to walk to the pitcher of wine. "You have time and again proven your ability to be that, brother," Alicent hissed.

Pouring two cups of wine, Daemon sipped from one while offering the other to his niece. "Kepus, paktot sir?" (Uncle, right now?) Aerea asked, her violet eyes widening gazed at him. Daemon only smirked in reply, his eyes taunting Alicent as the princess took a hold of the cup.

"I might be a womanizer, sister. But your daughter is too sweet to be ruined by me," he replied, casting a glance at Aemond who was seething in the corner. "But it seems, your son has evil eye on her," Daemon continued, his fingers carefully caressing Aerea's platinum hair.

Sara squeezed the Targaryen princess' shaking hand while looking at a distressed Cregan. She could sense the Wolf Lord's stress, prompting her to become more and more anxious.

Alicent huffed, turning to the Wolf Lord of the North. "I apologize for my son's behavior, my lord," she started, voice trembling as she thought of the possible outcomes of this scenario. "Nothing shall be forced upon you. If you wish to dismiss the betrothal, we understand."

Cregan was in a grim state. While on one hand, he knew that maybe what the One-Eyed Prince accused of the princess might be true given the Targaryen tendencies; he couldn't find it in himself to believe it.

"May I speak with Lord Stark before, mother?" Aerea asked, standing up as she addressed her mother. Daemon watched with curious eyes as Cregan nodded, standing up as well.

Not even a few moments later were they standing outside the room, in the empty corridor with no one to eavesdrop their conversation.

"You wish to speak, my princess?" Cregan asked, his hands clasped behind his back stiffly. Aerea nodded, her hands clinging onto the grey shawl belonging to Sara. The Wolf Lord nodded, his grey stormy eyes watching the dragon princess carefully.

Aerea gulped as she turned around, her eyes skimming over the courtyard. She could feel the towering figure of her betrothed behind her, his warmth caressing her body.

"My princess," Cregan rasped, his eyes glancing at the little gap between them. The bare skin of her neck was enticing enough for him but he reminded himself that they were still yet to be married.

Aerea turned around, her eyes meeting the broad chest of the Northerner Lord, a gasp escaping. His warm breath caressing her face softly. Piercing stormy gaze ready to look into her soul.

"Cregan," she murmured, eyes staring into his. His calloused hands circled around her waist, gripping them possessively. "Princess," his voice rasped, lips too close to speak properly.

"I..." Aerea's eyes tried to look somewhere else but she found herself wrapped around him; only finding him. "No." His hands caressed her waist, beard tickling her cheek as she inhaled and exhaled.

They stood there for a long time, staring into each other's eyes to find whatever answer they were looking for and for a split second, it all made sense.

Cregan found in her deep amethyst eyes, innocence. Aerea found in his grey cloudy eyes, devotion.

They didn't know how leaned in first, only coming to realize their actions once their lips touched each other, soft and slow, taking each other in. They savored the moment and each other in an intimate way none had expected to come so fast.

It was Aerea who stepped back, gasping for air. The sensation of his lips lingered on hers, a blush reddening her skin as she looked up at the Wolf Lord, who had turned on his feet, marching inside.

Once Aerea had composed herself, she strided in as well to a completely silent room. Everyone stared at either her or Cregan, trying to decipher their cold looks.

"My Lord," Alicent called softly, making Cregan stand up as he glanced at the princess. "The marriage shall place within a fortnight, after which I shall leave this place with my wife," he announced, making Alicent sigh in relief.

"Let it be known." Cregan stepped closer to Aerea, his fingers touching hers.

"That Princess Aerea shall be Lady of Winterfell."

#house targaryen #hotd imagine #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #cregan stark x reader #cregan x targayen #cregan stark fanfic #cregan x reader #cregan stark #the white dragon

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dailysarachidouin · 9 months

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tell me a Fun Sara Fact

DAY 96: FUN SARA HEADCANON!!

[ID: A colored digital drawing of Sara Chidouin from Your Turn To Die wearing a baro't saya. She also holds the Philippines flag in her hands, which obscures most of her dress, but it consists of a yellow shawl and long white sleeves with orange embroidered accents, as well as an orange skirt. She also has her hair tied into a ponytail, and an orange and yellow flower tucked into it. The background is a pale orange with a white sun behind her. The artist's signature is written above the flag, reading: "Tachi!". End ID.]

i headcanon her to be mixed filipino & japanese :] ! i would be happy to elaborate on it further if an ask is sent!! <3

#sara chidouin #sara yttd #yttd #your turn to die #daily sara! ��#requested! ★#anon! ★#96 #described

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renee-writer · 3 months

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The Changeling Chapter 10

AO3

“This night? Laoghaire is an impulsive child. No one will pay any attention to her.”

Murtagh clears his throat. Jamie turns from Claire to him. “Your wife is right, Jamie. If it was just Laoghaire alone, I would disregard it too. It be William. The story of how he came to be with you be fragile.”

He starts to pace about the room.

“I heard several matrons speaking on the subject. All had doubts. Coming bairns can be hidden but, Claire wasn’t sick, not wane at all. Her appearance hasn’t changed. Then there is the issue of the milk.”

Jamie’s hand is working nervously on his thigh. “Lord Abernathy is to be here in the morrow. One day…”

“Could see Mistress Fraser torn away for a witch trial.”

“We can communicate with the Lord by letter.” Claire adds. She feels it in her gut. They must flee tonight.

“The bairn’s milk? We cannot take Sara with us.” He is willing to leave just wants all the loose ends tied up.

“Goat’s milk will do until we get there. Then we can look for another wet nurse.”

“Alright then.”

Once the decision was made, they got a move on. Murtagh went to find a nanny goat. Jamie and Claire quickly packed up.

Sara came in and was given William to nurse once more. Claire explains that she shall try nursing him again, using some of the suggestions from the mothers.

“We thank you.” She says, taking the baby, full and sleeping.

“Aye Mistress Fraser. God’s blessings.” She curtsies and leaves.

Claire wraps the sleeping baby in a shawl and secured him to her chest. Jamie throws their bags out the window, were Murtagh catches them. He has a small wagon where the nanny goat and her kid are secured. Donas and another horse paw at the ground at its front.

“Out the window, with our son?” Claire looks at him as if he has two heads.

“I ken it is just safer. I shall go down first. Then I will catch you two. I swear it.” She catches his eye. The deep trust between them has her nodding.

“Alright.”

He leaps down, landing beside Murtagh. With a deep breath and a quick prayer, she positions herself on the ledge. Holding her husband ‘s eyes, she lets go. He catches her with a grunt. William’s eyes fly open. She places her pinkie in his mouth before he can cry out.

Claire and William are helped into the wagon. Murtagh and Jamie mount the horses. They are soon off.

It isn’t far until they reach the end of the Mackenzie land. It feels a lot longer. Claire lays in the back of the wagon amidst the bags. The goat and kid keep them company. They found they could move faster with them riding. The kid curls up beside her while his mum watches her home disappear behind her.

Jamie and Murtagh drive the horses hard. When they reach the boarder and are out of the land of Clan Mackenzie, they stop. The men dismount and Jamie comes to check on them.

“Sassanach?”

“We are good. Oscar is helping keep us warm.”

“Oscar?” she hears the smile in his voice.

“I named the baby goat.” He steps closer and sees the kid, resting against her.

“Ah, he has taken to you. Will have to make room Oscar.”

He will be joining them and Murtagh will drive the team. It is to dangerous for him to be out in the open. A run for Lallybroch is what they are taking. Traveling as far as they can, resting just enough for humans and animals not to collapse, before starting up again. It is safer.

The horses are fed and watered. William is roused and takes some milk. A quick meal and they are off again. Jamie hidden under a blanket and several bags. Claire keeps his hand so she knows he is alright and he knows she is.

They hurry home to Lallybroch.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #the changeling #chapter 10 #jamie and claire #outlander fandom #cannon divergence

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thewildbelladonna · 1 year

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Tusk Tour

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bluedalahorse · 7 months

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I woke up too early by accident this morning so I passed the time making Heart and Homeland Sara on a doll generator:

This is from chapter 11, when Sara’s getting ready to attend a ball the Ehrencronas are hosting. Sara wasn’t invited at first—she only lives at the Ehrencrona house because she’s acting as governess to the little sisters we made up for Felice—but Felice negotiated an invitation for her and loaned her a dress.

Sara’s holding her diary and a letter from Simon, and wearing a shawl she doesn’t know the true origin of yet. She’s hoping to be asked to dance tonight, but she’s shy about saying so out loud.

These were some of my favorite chapters of the fic to write, because they were our first foray into prose, and because they’ve got all kinds of escapes and foiled assassination attempts and action scenes and significant kisses. They’re where the story really takes off running. I love an episode set at a dance.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a nice day. Maybe I’ll make a Felice later too if i get the chance!

#sara eriksson #heart and homeland #my fic

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hosannan · 1 year

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Never Say Goodbye { Sara & Nanna

'Never say goodbye because saying goodbye means going away, and going away means forgetting.'

Resting in the palm of her hand was a brooch, masterfully crafted to signify the academy’s perennial commitment to its students. Nanna would have returned the ornament to a staff member, if not for the name and country engraved on its backing. Her eyes crinkled in joy at the mere sight of Sara’s name, and she wondered if her dear friend had realized just how long she had settled her roots here. She fondly pressed her thumb against the ridges of the “S,” thinking how far they’ve come since they had first met. Could either have them predicted that Sara would come this far? Deeply seeded in her heart, Nanna had always hoped for something like this for her—because it was in Sara’s nature to grow. She just needed a place to do it.

Having asked around, she managed to track down a proper roster from one of the staff members and, to her surprise, she had been informed that Sara had been placed in another house. Black Eagles, was it? In the infinite depths of her concern, she could only really consider one thing: was Sara doing alright on her own? Nanna wrung her wrist, in an attempt to assuage her own worries. Well, she knew that Sara always did go by the beat of her own drum. Perhaps she needn’t rely on Leif any longer—though the thought of what that would do to him was a little more drastic. Why hadn’t he told her about this?

Pacing through the Black Eagle dormitory grounds, then through the Mess Hall, she found herself lost in the sheer vastness of what the academy had to offer. And no Sara in sight. Blowing her bangs out of her face, Nanna supposed it would not hurt to check the well pruned gardens outside. The hedges were sharply cut and flowers were in bloom for the season, as she fondly grazed against the petals of a fresh scarlet rose. Nanna would have to take note of the landscaping… Thracia could use more gardens of such grand impressions. As she took a breather, Nanna spotted something that had her blink twice. That was her work, wasn’t it? A flicker of a well-loved shawl stood out from behind a square-cut rose hedge and Nanna remembered exactly how hard she had toiled over its embroidery before Sara had left for Garreg Mach.

“Sara! Oh, dearest Sara, I’ve found you…!”

Like quicksilver, she rushed to Sara’s side and embraced her warmly. “And I found your brooch, too! See?” She flashed the pretty accessory into Sara’s view, before resting her head atop Sara’s familiar soft, silvery curls. “Oh, how I’ve missed you…”

@shadoll

#never say goodbye #shadoll #{ haha wanna watch me cry #{ wooosh

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ericacrochets · 2 years

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Summer Breeze Shawl by Sara Sach

Free Crochet Pattern Here

#free #free pattern #crochet #crochet pattern #accessories

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readingaccountability · 11 months

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updates!

read:

the bandit queens - parini shroff

uprooted - naomi novik

the poppy war - r.f. kuang

the terraformers - annalee newitz

the paris apartment - lucy foley

the buried giant - kazoo ishiguro

the dragon republic - r.f. kuang

the golden spoon - jessa maxwell

a deadly education - naomi novik

broken people - sam lansky

scorched grace - margot douaihy

the stars are legion - kameron hurley

docile - k.m. szpara

plain bad heroines - emily m danforth & sara lautman

currently reading:

a chorus of stones - susan griffin (still lol)

everfair - nisi shawl

#reading progress update #bookblr #original post

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sara fails to understand why spring is hailed as the gentlest of the seasons when it is winter that recedes passively after all her work is undone. snow and frost spills over the endless landscape and even the stars are frozen in place, whispering their light to those below. it’s a waste, she decides, to be cooped up inside on a night like this. the winter festival is a celebration of sorts - the very kind that she would not be permitted to celebrate only a few years ago. she wants to share the moment and the peace - rare and splendid thing - it heralds so clearly it can be felt as if the world may never again be so still. in her dreams she cannot conjure such scenes because she has nothing to fill the gaps in reality, but sara is no longer confined to her imagination. when she pushes forward, the dark door will budge out of respect for her will and lead to the person she wishes to see. there is no lock save for their own inclinations to hold either of them prisoner.

“come with me, miranda” she announces in a tone imbued with conspiratorial urgency.

from the other side of the threshold, her silhouette retreats to the hallway and then down the ice-flecked steps that overlook garegg mach’s decorated courtyard. the light-bearing evergreens and shrubs have come alive under the veil of dusk and shine as fiercely as any magic. sara braves the cold with a lone blanket wrapped about her, stopping just before the largest tree in the vicinity and shivering all the while.

"i wanted you to see the lights." it's half-true. there might be more to it than that, she thinks. her eyes have unwittingly wandered from the display itself to miranda for some reason. "i suppose i wanted to see them - with you. before in melfiye, i wanted to show you many more things. you were so gloomy back then. i've always wondered what it would take for you to really smile from your heart. you have your freedom now and i want to take you to places that make your heart happy. i can hear it underneath the tempest - a passionate wind-song like a whistle."

There is only one person who would visit Miranda's room so late in the night, only one person who would waltz right into her room without reservation. And because it's that person, Miranda gets up from her desk where remnants of paperwork remain and slides on slippers, muttering something about 'knowing what time it is'. But even still, she follows.

Because it's Sara.

"Yes, yes, I'm coming," she sighs, wrapping her shawl closer.

It really is too damn cold here, especially at night. Even just stepping out of her room into the hallway, water vapor gathers at Miranda's mouth, then disperses into the frigid night air.

The sight that Sara is so desperate to show her is the shrubbery, all lit up for the Winter Festival. The colorful lights contrast with the dark green of the foliage and reflect off the light dusting of snow, sending refractions of color everywhere. It's a sight she has not seen in person since her parents were still alive. Even in recent years, she had declined all offers to take a look at the decorations around Ulster Castle, claiming to be too busy.

Then Sara reveals the reason she has brought her here and she sputters: "Gloomy?! I'll have you know I was a political hostage—I had every right to be upset! It wasn't like I was there on vacation!"

But she's right, like she always is. She has her freedom now, has had it for a few years now, even, and she still acts like like nothing's changed. Try as she might, she can't shake the feeling that everything will collapse around her once again. That if she relaxes even slightly, she'll be back in that dark room.

Miranda closes her eyes, hoping it will stop the tears that threaten to fall. There aren't many people concerned with whether or not Ulster's only princess is happy, even less concerned if the girl is able to smile from the heart.

But Sara is different.

"I...see. Show me as many things as you wish, then."

Miranda slides off her shawl and fixes it around Sara's shoulders, hoping her sniffles sound like they're just from the cold.

"Ahem. Here. I'm freezing just looking at you. I can use my fire magic, but you look like you'll catch a cold."

#👑 support: sara #shadoll #//SCREAMING AND CRYING AND #//MIRASARA THE WORLDDDDD #//im going to eat a BRICK

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