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avionvadion · 3 years

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The Rumor Mill: What-If

If Diasomnia spread some concerning rumors about Malleus and El after the events of Chapter 36, and Cater found out about said rumors. Not canon to the main fic. Read at own discretion, as there are uncomfortable topics.

“Oh, look at the time…” Riddle frowned, glancing at the nearby wall clock. “I should get going. Thank you again for letting me eat with you all; I’ll see you later at the dorm.”

He bowed his head politely, awkward as ever with trying to be friendly, and stood- taking his tray and wandering off to put it away. Unfortunately, the second he vanished from sight, the very thing I had been dreading happened. Cater took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, and then opened his olive green eyes- slamming his hands down on the table and leaning over to stare me down, causing me to lean back instinctively while letting out a tiny squeak of alarm.

I barely grabbed onto Deuce’s sleeve to stop myself from falling, and Ace’s hand reached out almost habitually to rest against my back. I wasn’t sure whether to be happy or upset about it. The boys reacting so quickly just meant they were used to me getting hurt, after all, which probably explained how Ace was able to catch me so fast the other day when I fell through the floor.

Trey raised his eyebrows at Cater, surprised by his behavior, while Grim looked confused at the sudden disturbance.

“Ellie,” The strawberry blond third-year said, voice low and very much serious, “we need to talk.”

Frick. Oh gods. My voice wavered a little, warm rising to my cheeks as I thought about all the new and incredibly disturbing rumors that he must have heard. It’s only been two days, yet rumors travel ridiculously fast here. I blame magic. Is there a way to escape from this conversation? Can I just get up and leave?

No. No, calm down. Whatever the rumors are, they’re just rumors. There’s nothing to worry about, though I still don’t particularly like the idea of having my dignity questioned. “I-I don’t know what there is to talk about?”

“Cater...” Trey started, voice taking on a warning tone, believing the teen was up to another one of his flirtatious antics. “Sit back down.”

Cater held a hand up, silencing the surprised vice dorm head, his intense gaze never once looking away from my alarmed one. “Hold on. This is super important. I need to know the truth.”

“Truth of what?” Ace demanded, starting to stand up himself, sitting on one knee. “Don’t get so close to her-”

“Quiet, Ace!” Cater snapped. The entire table was stunned quiet. The strawberry blond let out an aggravated, shaky sigh, and ran a hand through his bangs, taking a deep breath. “Sorry. I’m not- I don’t want to be mean. I’m not trying to be uncool or anything, but- I meant it when I said this is important.”

Ace didn’t say anything in response at first, not knowing what he should say, and hesitantly sat back down. “O-Okay…”

“Ellie.” Cater began, fingers digging into the tabletop as he pressed his hands against it once more. He bit his lip, before shaking his head and focusing on me once more. “Have you heard the new rumors about you? Any of them? Like, at all?”

“N-No…”

“Ellie, you… you have friends in Diasomnia. I’m a little jealous, admittedly, but I’m okay with that.” He inhaled sharply and retreated, pressing his palms together and then grasping at his arms, seeming to retreat inwards to himself. “You need protection in a place like this, and powerful friends are a good way to get it. The stronger, the better. I don’t mind you using me either if you need help.”

Where is… this going? I wasn’t expecting this kind of speech at all.

“But…” Cater’s face twisted into something uncharacteristically grim, his brows furrowing as a few strands of hair fell against his cheeks, the boy seeming to have gone a bit pale. “But if they’re hurting you or… doing something you’re not okay with, then you need to tell us. Okay?”

“Wh-What are you… I don’t… huh?” I’m so lost. “I have zero idea as to what you’re talking about. I mean, I appreciate the gesture, and I’ll definitely ask for help now after everything that’s happened, but… I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

All his self control seemed to vanish, a single word bursting out from his lips, olive green eyes wide in a panic. He slammed his hands on the table again, a knee on the bench. “Malleus!”

...Oh.

“You- with him- the two of you… you know!”

Wait, what?

“He-! Ugh!” Cater let out a noise of frustration before leaning over even further, cupping a hand over his mouth, everyone else at the table moving closer to hear what he was saying, practically hunching over, intrigued and concerned all at once as the teen whispered. “Did you…”

Hm?

“Did you fuck Malleus Draconia?”

I blinked, utterly dumbfounded. At first I thought I heard wrong, but the reactions of the other boys told me otherwise, and a very strong mixture of indignation, horror, embarrassment, and alarm washed over me. I reeled back, greatly disturbed. “W-What!? No! I-I don’t even know what he looks like!”

That clearly didn’t matter, though, as Ace’s red eyes whirled around to look at me. “Is that what happened!? Is that why he gave you those clothes!?”

“No! Nothing happened! I already told you, I don’t know why he did!”

“Wait, Malleus gave you clothes?” Cater was even more scared now, and Trey wore a near identical expression. “Why did he give you clothes!? Are you two actually- Ellie, when was this!? Since when were you two a thing!? Is this from when you went to his class the one day? I told you not to talk to him! Now you’re actually… with him of all people-!”

Grim stopped eating his chicken and glanced up, swallowing his food, and flicked his tail. “What does “fuck” mean? I thought it was just another curse word...”

“No!” I let out an indignant screech, hunching over and clamping my hands over my ears. “I-I never spoke with him! I… I didn’t do anything with him! I’ve only met his bodyguards, I swear! I don’t know why he gave me clothes, he just did! How many times do I have to say it!?”

“Great Seven, please help us.” Cater pressed a hand to his face, sweat beading down his forehead. “Ellie, just tell us the truth. We need to know.”

“I am telling you the truth!”

Cater suddenly jolted, as if a realization occurred to him. He became serious again, leaning over and gripping the edge of the table tightly. “Did he force you? Were you threatened? I already sort of figured that was the case, given what you said before about relationships. I-I don’t think that we can do anything against him, but if we talk to the headmaster or the teachers then maybe-”

“Cater!” He tensed, startled by the sharpness of my tone. Everyone at the table froze as well, stunned by the glare I wore on my face. Tears were stinging my eyes at this point. “I. Am. Fine. I didn’t do anything. I don’t even know Malleus. I only know Lilia, and Silver, and Sebek. One of them told Malleus about my situation, and he gifted me the clothes! It was literally just a set of pajamas. That’s seriously all I know.”

Please, just stop with this. I don’t even know how the rumors escalated to that point in such a short amount of time. They were far from what I was expecting. If anything, I would have thought the rumors would have been about Mr. Horns and not his prince of a friend. Jeez. Give a girl a break.

Cater hesitated, staring deep into my eyes for several long and suffocating seconds, before letting out a sigh and relaxing his shoulders. “Okay… I believe you. I just- I have a lot of friends from all the different dorms, and word gets around quick here. Especially when it’s about you. I wanted to find you earlier to ask about it, but I… I wanted to make sure that I understood the rumors correctly.”

“I’m fine.” I awkwardly reached out to pat him on the shoulder, having to stand up to do so. “I… I didn’t… do anything with anyone, either. Sorry for freaking you out.”

“El.” Trey spoke up. “You know you can talk to us, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” I flashed a small grin. “Thanks. But I swear- nothing happened. For the last time, I don’t even know what Malleus looks like.”

A hand suddenly clamped down on my head from above and I squeaked, being forcibly shoved into a headlock by Ace as he noogied my skull. “You freaking little-! You stress us out more than anyone else I’ve ever known!”

“I’m sorry-! I-It’s not intentional, I swear!”

“Is no one going to explain what “fuck” means?” Grim grumbled, glaring at everyone. “I’m the only one confused about this conversations! What does it mean? What happened with Malleus?”

Trey settled for patting the cat monster on the head, an exasperated and exhausted grin upon his lips. “Don’t worry about it. Nothing happened. It was just one great big misunderstanding. Go back to eating.”

Grim clicked his tongue irritably, but did as told. Deuce, meanwhile, was completely frozen- and I think the majority of the conversation flew over his head. When he finally could move again, he blanked and asked what just happened, as if having completely erased the entire accusation from memory.

Cater slumped down in his seat, head collapsing against Trey’s shoulder, and he let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been stressing all day over that… ugh, I hate it.”

“That’s why you should stay away from the rumor mill.” Trey informed, bonking him lightly upside the head with the handle of his spoon. “Now move; I gotta put my tray away.”

“At least give me a few comforting headpats first! Or a sweet little kiss on the cheek, you know- for being so concerned about our new freshie?”

“No.”

“Trey~ you’re so mean to me~!”

The third year rolled his eyes and stood, shaking Cater off of him with a small smirk, and wandering off. After that, things returned mostly to normal- if not for Ace practically glaring at anyone who so much as looked my way. I was just accompanying the boys to their classes at this point, too anxious to wander off and take photos now after that awful conversation.

#twst #twisted wonderland #fanfic #once upon a dream #eleanora quince #malleus draconia #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #riddle rosehearts

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shut-up-its-funny · 4 years

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‘Bonding Time’

Wordcount: 2322

Pairing: Roman/Remus

AO3

All fluff all the time, the twins build a fort to have a sleepover.

“Roman!” Remus yells as he runs into his twins room, stopping in front of his bed and staring at him. Roman turns his head up towards his brother in acknowledgement. “Sleepover!” Remus shouts and then proceeds to trounce around the room to gather numerous random items, Roman’s head follows his brothers movements from the perch on his bed.

“Sleepover? With who? Is everyone joining us?” he enquires, glaring suspiciously playful at Remus as he continues to raid Roman’s things.

“Uh, you and me. Obviously. Come on who else is worthy of our time, huh?” it seems like the question wasn’t rhetorical, considering he stopped bouncing and talking, a playful smile on his face as well.

“Well, everyone else for one, Thomas is a given of course” Roman waves his hand.

“Oh, pish posh, you know what I meant” Remus scoffs flipping his hand about.

“You know, it’s not really a sleepover if we live together. You do know this right?”

Remus rolls his eyes “Well, oh sibling of mine, let me educate you!” he says dramatically, twirling around and booping Roman’s nose. “It’s a sleepover if” he holds up his fingers, ticking them off as he goes.

“One: we make a super awesome fort in the living room.

Two: we watch dumb movies and laugh at them all night.

Three: when not watching movies we either play video games, have a meaningful philosophical bull shit talk or a pillow or food fight Or both at the same time!

Four: I say it is” he concludes. “Now stop being a buttcheek and come downstairs to help me set it up.”

Roman sighs with a small chuckle “yes sure I’ll be down in a second, just need to finish this sketch.” Remus seems satisfied with that answer, cause he turns with a hop and saunters out the door with an armful of things.

Roman wanders downstairs a little while after, sniffing the air, a small smile tugging at his lips, walking into the commons room he plops himself down next to his twin who is sitting upside down on the couch.

“Are you baking cookies?” he asks sceptically as he tilts his head to the side, sniffing the air again, eyes widening “and making chocolate popcorn?” he says a little shocked.

“Psshh” Remus scoffs and waves his hand “yeah right dad will let me use the kitchen ever again after the first time I used the kitchen, you should see the other sides kitchen, totally unusable” he says, manic grin on his face.

“Right, what was I thinking? Does that mean you got Patton to cook for us?” he exclaims a little too enthusiastically for Remus’ liking, making him faux pout.

“You don’t have to sound so happy about it” he huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, sticking his tongue out.

Roman laughs and rests his head on Remus’ shoulder, snuggling up a bit to his twin.

“Aw, Remus. We all know you’re the worst cook in this family. Don’t try and deny.” Remus opens his mouth to argue, but Roman adds in “it wont work.” Remus glares at his twin as best he can, until he lets out a laugh of his own.

“Yeah, I know. But only because I make it that way, I can cook you’ll see. You’ll all see!” he cackles a little too dramatically, getting Roman to be a giggling mess.

“You’re insane” Roman exclaims between giggles, pushing his brothers face away from himself.

“Oh, I know. But I got you to laugh” he says the last word in a sing song voice and then flipping off of the couch, making the both of them tumble to the ground as he jumps up with a flourish, making his way to the large pile of pillows, blankets and sheets to begin on their fort.

“Ugh rude” Roman says through a smile, looking up at his brother from the floor with a slight pout in place.

“I think I can get used to seeing you look up at me like that Ro” Remus says like he just figured this out.

“I bet you could, but we’ve got a fort to build don’t we?” Roman replies.

“And we’ll continue this conversation in that fort then!” Remus declares.

“So, we just going to conjure it up or do it the good old fashioned way?” Roman questions.

Hearing a loud dramatic gasp and having a pillow thrown at his head, courtesy of The Duke of course

.“Why would you even think of just conjuring it! It takes away from the sibling bonding! And not to mention the sleepover fun.” Remus shouts out.

“I doubt we can bond even more than we have” Roman deadpans.

“You’d be surprised dude. You never know what can happen.” he says, matter of factly.

“Fine fine” Roman concedes “It would look nicer with it being conjured, but I understand what you mean.”

So they start up on the fort and it nears it’s completion sooner than either think it would with all the distractions they provide each other and the multiple times they had to rebuild it because the structural integrity wasn’t up to par but they got there.

As Roman is safety pinning one last thing into place Patton walks into the living room.

“Hey kiddos! Cookies are cooling and the popcorn is done for your little bonding night for whenever you want them, I know how scorching you like your baked goods Remus.”

“Thank you Padre, we would be eating cardboard or worse if it wasn’t for you” Roman says as he goes to gather the snacks, shoving Remus in a mound of pillows before he even got the chance to get up from what he was pining down.

“The fuck Ro!” he laughs out, while attempting to pull himself out of the large amount of cushioning, failing horribly.

Patton giggles at the brothers antics “no problamo Romano! I’m always happy to help, I’m gonna go to my room now though so have fun!” He says as he walks up the stairs instead of sinking out to his room.

As Roman bounds his way back to the living room, large bowl in one arm and a Tupperware of cookies in the other, salutes to Patton as he ascends “sweet dreams Pat!”

The Prince stops right in front of Remus after putting the snacks down and looks down at him still encased in the comforters and pillows “what are you doing?” Roman asks.

“Uh, resigning to my fate. Duh” he’s stopped trying to escape the floofyness of the pillows to instead stay perfectly still. “Cookie me” he calmly orders.

Roman goes back to the table, picks up a cookie from the container and throws it at his brother, it lands on his face and he splutters a laugh, squirming once again to get out of the pillow jail.

“Oh, did I get your face?” Roman snickers.

“You did that on purpose” Remus laughs out but shoves the cookie in his mouth anyway.

“You can’t prove that” Roman responds as he goes to help his brother out of his prison.

“I see how it is” he looks up to Roman’s extended hand, grabs it and yanks the prince down with him into the pillows.

Roman lands on top of him, smashing their foreheads together in a painful crack, they both blink the tears away, looking at each other before falling into loud laughter.

When the laughter dies down, Roman rests his elbows on each side of Remus’ face, smirking at him.

“I’m not getting off of you” he declares before flopping fully onto the duke, Remus delving into laughter once again.

“Come on Ro!” he chortles as he flails his legs. Roman shakes his head.

“Mmnm, nope” he says, against his brothers neck, voice muffled a bit.

“Don’t talk it tickles!” Remus laughs out, struggling a bit under his twins weight.

Roman lifts himself up a bit to look at Remus “you make a compelling argument, oh brother mine” he says as he bonks their foreheads together affectionately this time “I’ll kiss it instead then” he says as he pecks the flesh at Remus’ neck softly.

Remus growls and latches on to Roman’s shoulders “as much as I’d like to keep on this track, and holy ever loving fuuuuck do I, we have a fort to make comfy.”

“Another compelling argument there, you’re gonna have to let me go though” Roman says with another small peck.

“You’re kinda making it hard” Remus says; then adds “double entendre totally intended” he purrs.

Roman snickers an ‘of course’ as he actually does get off the large pile of pillows and such they were sharing.

“Aren’t you going to help me up?” Remus implores, with puppy dog eyes.

“Mm, nope. You suffer” Roman replies, checking his perfect nails nonchalantly.

“And people say I’m the evil twin, what ever happened to chivalry Princey?

“So many compelling arguments tonight, you’ve been spending too much time with Logan.”

“Ya jealooooous Roro?” Remus teases.

“Not in the slightest, now help with the rest of this so we can put on a movie we can ignore.”

That gets Remus to move from his comfort prison.

They put all the blankets and pillows in the fort with their snacks and some drinks and they’re finally done.

“So what are we doing first?” Roman tilts his head a bit in question.

“Snacks and that ignoring movies thing duh” Remus waves his hand in an 'obviously’ motion, then his eyes light up “I’ll go get a stack of horror movies” he declares, bouncing off to the movie shelf.

“Get the games we’re going to play also so we don’t have to later” Roman interjects as he watches Remus leave the fort.

“Smart!” Remus yells towards the fort he just left.

They get settled into their fort, and they actually get into the first movie they put on just because of how bad it is.

They’re on their stomachs watching the horror movie, Roman snuggled close to Remus who is ranting at the current stupid teenager on screen.

“Ugh, this bitch is so dumb! DON’T GO THERE!” he yells at the screen, pounding his hands on the floor in front of him, Roman snickers at his outburst. “I swear his only redeeming quality are his looks! And he’s not even that pretty!” he complains.

Roman nods “you’re right. he’s got nothing on you” Roman says playfully mocking, rocking their shoulders together.

“Damn straight he doesn’t you fuckin narcissist” Remus affirms with a quick nod, grinning at the television as the guy on screen gets brutally murdered with a hatchet. “What did I just say?” he says flapping his hand at the television.

“To not go there.”

“And what did he fucking do?”

“He went there.”

The twins watched that movie and then proceeded to put on another, but soon lost interest in it in favour for getting more interested with each other.

“We don’t have to watch this movie” Remus says as he snuggles closer to Roman.

“Or, we can watch this movie” Roman says, playing dumb.

Remus huffs “ooor” he prompts as he wiggles up a little further and nuzzles Romans neck.

“Ooor?” Roman asks as Remus starts to trail little kisses up his neck.

“Yeah, or” he says between the neck kisses, Roman letting out a breathy laugh.

“Ah, I see. Or.” Roman hums.”But this movie is soooo interesting” Roman says sarcastically.

Remus whines “or you could just kill my hopes and dreams! You just stabbed my dreams in the head!” he exclaims with a pout on his face “are you happy Ro? You just killed my dreams, they’re dead, laying on the floor bleeding out with no way of getting help, wounded, in agony with no one for miles and miles around to-”

“Are you finished yet? You took this way too far you drama queen” Roman says as he snickers, rolling his eyes.

Remus playfully glares and hums a little looking at Roman, smirk on his lips. “Shut up” he says affectionately.

“But what else would I ever do with my mouth?” Roman asks playfully before Remus bites down on his neck, getting a small moan in reward, trailing small bites and kisses up Roman’s neck and along his jaw, up to his ear and whispers.

“Oh, I can think of a couple of things” he bites Romans lobe, trailing his hands all along Romans torso.

“Ahh- I uh, I bet you can” Roman lets out a little whimper as the biting continues, bites turning into suckling,“ahh-haa-as much as I like this, may-mm-maybe you shouldn’t leave a mark” he says between his small moans. Remus acknowledges him with a hum, licking the small wound he just made.

He wouldn’t mind the mark if they didn’t have to hide their relationship from everyone else, they all think this is 'sibling bonding time’. I mean it is, but also date night.

“Ah, too late, sorry bro. Looks like it’s scarves or turtle necks for you” he announces a little proudly, Roman glaring slightly before rolling over and switching their roles, biting down hard on Remus’ neck before he gets a chance to react.

“Mm-hahh, yeess Roomaan” he wines out in a moan.

“Mmm, you’re suffering with me” he says as he continues to make the bite mark a bit larger, getting slightly louder than his own moans from Remus in reward.

Pulling back when satisfied with the mark that is on his twins neck by now and smirks.

“Don’t stop now” Remus huffs out.

Roman smiles and moves closer to Remus again but to kiss him on the lips this time.

“We should probably go to sleep soon though” Roman says in between small quick kisses and then pausing.

“Probably” Remus mumbles against his lips.

“That’s not going to happen is it?”

Remus just answers with a wide smile a growl and another bite mark.

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karij · 5 years

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OCtober Writing Prompts Day 6 - Dreams and Aspirations

A memory from 21 years ago, when Karri was 12 years old.

Griff came home! He’s been gone for ages on his trip. He was in Waterdeep for a few years after he turned 20. He was working for papa and Mr. Braun, helping them make trade deals with merchants in the city. I didn’t see him much but he came home sometime and he always had stories to tell, and presents too. One time he brought me a belt knife with a handle made of pretty green stone, but mama took it away. She said I could cut myself so I could have it when I was older. It’s been 3 years and she still hasn’t given it back. She treats me like I’m a baby, but I’m 12 years old. It’s not fair. Griff brought me a ring next time. It’s pretty but I know he bought something mama would let me keep. I keep it in my box with the other things he’s brought me.

I like the presents, but I like the stories better. Griff saved all the money he made working for papa and Mr. Braun and went on a trip all the way across the ocean. He went to Shavay! He says that it’s really different there. It’s hot and bright and filled up with sand. It’s like being at a beach he says, but instead of ocean waves there’s just rolling sand (he calls them dunes) as far as you can see. Farther, even. He told me he met a man who had a cat with stripes on his back like the Fletchers’ tomcat (his name is Chops, ‘cause he has super fluffy fur on the sides of his face) but this cat was the size of a lion! Bigger even! He said he saw a big blue dragon fly over him so he had to hide in the sand. He also said he saw a animal that was the size of a house and it had big floppy ears (bigger than me!) and it had two white horns on its face and a long nose that it could fill up and then drink out of like a cup. I think he made that one up though.

There’s a story I don’t get to hear. Mama and papa made me leave before he told it, but Harri and Elli had to leave to. I think was a grownup story. I want to listen at the door but Elli told me was gonna tell on me if I didn’t stop. Traitor. I would have told her and Harri too but she says Mama said no. She never lets me get away with stuff. Probably why mama puts her in charge when I’m feeling sick and she has to go out. Cadi lets me play in my room when I’m not feeling good but Elli makes me stay in bed and go to sleep. One time she held my nose and made me swallow a bunch of valerian root since I wouldn’t take a nap. It was super gross and I didn’t wake up for like 3 days. Mama freaked out and wouldn’t let me out of her sight for ages after that. Elli got in big trouble for getting into mamas medicines though, serves her right.

They’re opening up the door now, I guess the story is over. I missed the whole thing, ugh. Rollo and Griff and the others are coming out. Are we done with stories for now? I run up to Griff and grab his hand, bouncing on my toes.

“Griff! Are you going somewhere? Can I come with? Please?”

Griff grins and reaches down to ruffle my hair, I grin back and blow my hair out of my eyes.

“I’m heading to the Stag-Horned Flagon with Rollo and Martyn. I don’t mind you coming along kiddo, what about you Rollo?”

“Fine by me. Martyn?”

“I don’t mind… What do you think Ma? Pa?”

Dangit Martyn, why did you have to ask mama? Maybe I can still make this work. I turn to mama and put on the most desperate, excited face that I can. Puppy eyes don’t work for me. If mama thinks I’m tired or upset she’ll make me stay home and sleep. I hop from foot to foot, hands clasped in front of me pleadingly, my eyes wide and pleading.

“Mama, can I go? Pleeeease? I don’t feel sick or tired, and I promise I’ll be good. Honest!”

Mama frowns and my heart sinks, she’s about to say no. I just know it. Then she sighs and turns to Papa, “What do you think El? Should I let her go?”

Papa rubs his chin, “I dunno, do you think she’ll behave herself?”

I hop over to papa so fast I almost trip, nodding my head vigorously, “I’ll be good papa, I promise! I want to hear the rest of Griff’s stories. I’ll listen to Rollo n’ Griff n’ Martyn, I will! Please just let me go papa!” I want it so bad I’m shaking. I hear a tiny giggle and see that Cadi is covering her mouth with her hand. I squint suspiciously, are they making fun of me?

But there’s more important things. I swivel back to papa, trying my best to contain my anxiety. What if he says no? But… hey! He’s biting his lip, he’s trying not to laugh! I take a step back and look around, glaring at everybody. They’re all trying not to laugh! I cross my arms, put on my cross face, and stomp my foot on the floor.

“Hey, you’re all making fun of me!” I huff in annoyance, “That’s not nice. Big jerks.”

They all give up. They’re all giggling, then they’re all laughing at me! No fair, they all teamed up to trick me! Even Elli and Harri are laughing! They all knew! That’s cheating! I stand there fuming while they laugh, then as they calm down mama comes over to me, still giggling softly.

“Allright Karri, you can go with your brothers. Just be good for them, okay?”

“Really?” My eyes get wide as saucers, I smile and hug her around her waist as tight as I can, “Thank you mama! I’ll be good! Thank you, thank you!” I get to go! I never get to go! This is the best night ever. Wait, what am I gonna wear? I gotta get dressed! I pull away from mama, still bouncing in excitement, and dash up the stairs two at a time. Mama calls up after me.

“Slow down Karri! You’re gonna trip and hit your head!”

“Yes mama!” I yell back, slowing down and taking the stairs one by one. She’s right, I get to go out! Can’t risk messing that up by bonking my noggin. Gotta be careful.

I hurl myself out of my clothes and yank on my best blue dress. I get to go out! I gotta look good. I tug a brush through my bright-red hair so I don’t look like a big tangle of yarn. Am I forgetting anything? I look around. I go to the window and struggle to open it. It’s heavy for me. I manage to crack it open and a stiff wind breathes through. I shiver, it’s chilly out. I shut the window. Mostly. It gets stuck, okay?

I look around for my coat but I don’t see it. It’s not in my chest either. When I look up, I see mama’s shawl on the bed. Well, my shawl. The one that was mamas. Its mine now. But I don’t want to wear that out. It’s warm and stuff but it’s… wearing your mamas shawl is for little kids. Not for grown ups. I get to go out with the boys I should look like a grown up. I look away from it. But then I look back. It is cold outside… and mamas shawl is really warm. And soft. And pretty.

I pull it around my shoulders. The pale blue looks nice with my dress. I should pin it with something though. Ooh! I got it! I run over to my bed-table and pull open the drawer to get my little box. Griffs ring is way too big for my finger, it doesn’t even fit mama and my fingers are way littler than hers are. But maybe… yeah! I pull the ends of my shawl through the ring and stick a little silver pin through them. Silver ring, silver pin, yeh. I look good! And I gotta look good, because I get to go out. Now I’m ready.

“Karri, you ready? We gotta get going!”

That’s Rollo. Everyone’s waiting on me, oops! I scuttle my way out of my room and down the stairs as fast as I can. Rollo, Griff, and Martyn all have their coats and are ready to go. Mama comes over to me, she has my coat. She holds it out towards me with one hand.

“Looking for this?” She looks down at me and smiles, “I think you look very nice, but would you prefer your coat dear?”

I look down at mamas shawl, draped around my shoulders. It’s too big for me, it makes me look even smaller than I already am. But it’s warm and… it’s mine. I shake my head and look down, blushing slightly.

“No. I’m okay mama. Thank you.”

“Alright then.” Her smile widens just slightly. She reaches down and adjusts my shawl, repinning it so it fits more snugly around my shoulders, like a hug. She cups my cheeks in her hands and kisses my forehead. Blegh, I blush and pull away and scrub at my forehead. She laughs. “Have fun baby girl, be safe.” I’m not a baby, but I nod anyways and scamper over to Griff and the others so we can head out to the Flagon. I get to go out!

The night goes fast. We have a really tasty stew for dinner at the Flagon, and I get to have a big cup of cider! It’s almost as big as my head! My brothers all have ales, but I’m not old enough to get one. Not that I want to, cider is yummy and ale tastes like butts. Or at least that’s what Harri said after he got in trouble for sneaking one of papa’s ales. Griff gets out his manto… his… mandi… his instrument and played songs he learned on his trip! I sat on Rollo’s lap and clapped and sang along, then Rollo laughed and set me up on top of the table! He said I had to dance for my supper, so I did. It was embarrassing but it was really fun too. I was so tired by the end of it. I plopped back onto Rollo’s lap and sat there while he and Martyn clapped along.

I guess I fell asleep at some point because when I woke up I was in my room. Rollo was carrying me to my bed. I was in my nightgown, I guess he changed me into it but I wasn’t embarrassed, he’d taken me swimming in Horse Pond too many times for me to be shy about that. My eyes were bleary as he set me down on my bed and pulled my covers up to my chin. I smiled up at him and he smiled back down at me.

“Hey kiddo. Did you have fun?”

“Uh huh.”

“Guess we really tired you out, huh?”

I nodded, yawning hugely.

“Allright kiddo. Do you want a light?”

The light from the doorway was coming through but once he shut it… the shadows were already getting bigger. I look over at the darkness, then turn back to him and nod, not meeting his eyes.

“...Yeah.”

“Still don’t like the dark, huh?”

“...No.”

“Allright kiddo. Well, you know what might help? I almost forgot your present.”

My eyes shot wide open, I wanted to push myself up but I was so tired. I forgot about presents! He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little ceramic pot. It was black and shiny and covered in little gold leafs. Then he pulled out a little glass bottle. He pulled the top off of the bottle and a pretty smell filled the air. Lavender? He took my lamp oil from the bed-table and filled up the little pot, then put in a tiny droplet from the bottle, and lit a wick. The pretty lit lamp lit up on my bed-table and the smell of flowers filled the room. I smiled tiredly. It was nice.

Griff smiled again, brushing my hair away from my face.

“Do you like your present?”

“Uh-huh. Thanks Griff.”

“You’re welcome kiddo.”

“Griff?”

“Yeah sis?”

“Will you take me on an adventure someday? When I’m old enough?”

Griff hesitated, then he smiled softly, I think a little bit sadly. “Sure I will Karri. You can come with me someday, but first you have to be big and strong.”

“Then I’m gonna get as big and strong as I can. Bigger and stronger than you even.”

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “I bet you will kiddo. Then we’ll go on that trip, together.”

I nod, smiling sleepily. “Promise?”

“I promise. Now get some rest, okay?”

“Okay. I love you Griff.”

“I love you too Karri.”

#OCtober #Karrigan Goodbarrel #writing prompt #this was a long one

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“I’m Glad It’s Wick” (Bastien and Rinda Alternate Universe)

"It's as wick as you or me," he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her that "wick" meant "alive" or "lively."

"I'm glad it's wick!" she cried out in her whisper. "I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there are."

-- Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden

Masterlist

Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,568 Rating: M for Language Triggers: Mention of miscarriage and grief, non-graphic description of a child’s birth. Author’s Note: This is my submission for the @meeraaverywalker Choices March Challenge #3 Fluff, #5 Gardens, #9 Rainbow (Pregnancy/Baby), #10 Birth, and #30 Family. I’m posting so early because work gets crazy this month AND because it’s @bobasheebaby‘s birthday. This is an alternate universe for Bastien and Rinda!

Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves for still being a part of the journey! Summary: This is an alternate universe for Bastien and Rinda! Rinda doesn’t want another child because she and Jameson experienced two miscarriages, and she’s 42 and a lot could go wrong with her advanced maternal age. Bastien is supportive of this, and they both agree that another child would be a blessing, but they know the risks and he won’t put her though that again. HOWEVER, when I saw the “birth” prompt I had to be a part of the sweet fluff! Hmm. Maybe it shouldn’t be alternate universe? 😊

In my fics Liam’s mother is Queen Évelyne and Bastien had a crush on her, but it was never reciprocated. Her favorite book was Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden, and she created the garden with its mazes and rose-covered tree to recreate the book’s magic of finding the garden and feeling that sense of belonging, selflessness, and renewed life that it brought the main characters.

“I’m Glad It’s Wick” (Bastien and Rinda Alternate Universe)

Bastien and Rinda were in the garden maze, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful evening. Rinda took a deep breath. “I love the smell of the roses. And you know I love how the roses ramble all over. You can’t tame them.” Bastien smiled and kissed her. “Just like you. That’s why you’re my Tria.” Triantáfyllo. The Greek word for rose. Rinda’s face beamed. “Ich liebe dich, Mein Herzschlag.” I love you, My Heartbeat. “Und ich liebe dich, meine geliebte Rinda Rose.” And I love you, my beloved Rinda Rose. . . . . . The doctor told them enough time passed since Bastien’s vasectomy, so they stopped using condoms. However, Queen Évelyne’s Secret Garden was a magical place. When Rinda missed her period she knew without a doubt their child was conceived under the tree with the rambling roses. Rinda was so excited, but so afraid. Her last two pregnancies ended in miscarriage, so she wasn’t able to feel that pure joy anymore. That elation she felt when she was pregnant with Henry, before she knew the pain of loss. She was so excited to tell Bastien, yet so afraid. Afraid they would lose their child. Afraid that her fear would stifle his joy. But when Rinda saw his eyes light up she kissed his idiotic grin, teasing him about the birds and the bees when he stammered “But how?” Bastien kissed her again and again, tears of joy on his cheeks, and Rinda felt hope. It will be okay. He kissed her stomach and told their child how much he loved them, how he couldn’t wait to meet them. Our child will be okay. She smiled when Bastien held her hand at their first ultrasound, how he squeezed it even tighter when he heard the whoosh whoosh of their child’s strong heartbeat. Tria, it sounds like horses galloping. He made copies of the ultrasound picture, giving them to everyone he could think of: her parents, Mr. Ariti, Cassie and her parents, Brigitte and George, Drake and Laura, Savanah and Bertrand, Liam and Riley, Leo and Katie, Alicia and Santos, Julian and Theo, Nadia and Kathleen, Collin and Deirdre, and even Notin and Maxwell. Yes, Maxwell could even have another copy because Betsy Beaumont the Bad-Ass Bastard Bird ran off with it when Maxwell tried to show him. Rinda smiled, her heart breaking. She knew it was tempting fate to share anything before 12 weeks, but she couldn’t deny her Tiger that joyful bliss. The weeks turned into months, and Rinda was finally able to relax. She laughed at the quickening, that feeling of bubbles popping when she first felt their baby move. It was too soon for Bastien or Henry to feel anything, but she still told them each time she felt it. She shared stories with them from her pregnancy with Henry. He liked to stretch out and explore. Rinda was so sore from his feet always in her ribs, and she swore she could feel his creepy little fingers exploring inside her womb. She told them how she would stand next to the empty crib, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach, as she sang to Henry and told him how she couldn’t wait to meet him. And oh, the fun they would have when he was here. Bastien was already a doting father, but he made sure to spend extra time with Henry. He would always be Henry’s Bonk, and Henry would always be his Knuddelbär. That would never change. When Ollie first began sniffing Rinda’s stomach, realizing something was different, Bastien tensed. He began taking Ollie for longer walks and talks, explaining that Ollie would have another person in their house to guard. Of course Ollie was a good boy, and he quickly fell into the role of following Rinda around the house, cuddling up to her and resting his head on her lap when no one else was home. When the nursery was ready, Bastien let Ollie into the room. Ollie took several serious sniffs and turned in numerous dog circles before plunking down next to the rocker. That would be his spot to protect the baby when they were born. And of course Bastien was also a doting father to their Nesthäckchen, baby of the family, always reading books, whistling, and singing to Rinda’s stomach. When Rinda suddenly grabbed Bastien’s hand and held it on her side, his eyes widened when he felt their child move for the first time. And every night after they tucked in Henry, Bastien would gently rub Rinda’s stomach, give it a kiss, and say goodnight to his girls. Yes, she was a girl. Bastien just knew, and Rinda knew he was right. He was always rewarded with a goodnight kick that made Rinda wince, but she loved to hear him chuckle when their Nesthäckchen did that. She’s going to be a football player, Tria. Then Rinda would snuggle in his arms as Bastien kept his hand over her stomach, protecting their daughter, while Ollie took turns guarding the door to their room and Henry’s room. . . . . . Rinda was between Bastien’s legs, gripping his arms and leaning against him for support as he helped her push. Now he was leaning forward, hands under Rinda’s knees to lift them, slowly counting to ten as she bore down during each contraction. “She’s almost here, Tria. I can see her head. Sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” Rinda was shaking, exhausted. But Bastien guided her hand to feel their baby’s head. Then Rinda scrunched her face in determination, bearing down, grunting, pushing with everything she had left as Bastien helped her bring their child into the world. Bastien was beaming with pride when Rinda reached between her legs to pick up their daughter, and he helped Rinda settle their Évelyne Rose on her chest as their daughter instinctively nuzzled in to nurse. Her mouth was open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and Rinda chuckled as she guided Évelyne to her breast. Rinda’s curls were matted down with sweat, but Bastien lovingly ran his fingers through them and kissed his wife’s head. “You’re my beautiful Tria and you’ve given us our beautiful daughter. And I love you both so, so much.” Afterward the nurses took Évelyne to clean her, and when they brought her back she was swaddled in a blanket and wearing a hat. Évelyne hated it. She squawked and fussed until her papa took off the hat and unwrapped her, placing Evelyne back on Rinda’s chest. Then Évelyne gave a happy squeak, stretching out before curling back up on her mother’s chest. Bastien gently tucked the blanket around them, Evelyne’s defiant dark curls poking out from under it. Later Bastien solemnly counted ten fingers and ten toes, making sure they were all there--although Papa Toe Monster did nibble at a few delicious toes while Henry laughed at his Bonk. Évelyne was absolutely perfect, except she wouldn’t open her eyes. Instead, she lazily nursed some more and then fell asleep in her mother’s arms. When Henry held her, she farted loudly and gave her big brother a toothless grin that lit up her face. She has my Tria’s smile. But she wouldn’t open her eyes to see her brother’s shocked reaction when he realized her farts were smellier than his. . . . . . It was their first night as a family, but they were still in the hospital and Bastien couldn’t sleep. He gently eased Henry’s head off his lap before standing up and getting Henry resettled on the couch. Rinda was asleep, although Bastien knew she would wake at the slightest sound from Évelyne. He gently kissed his wife’s head before unbuttoning his shirt and picking up Évelyne, holding her against his bare skin. He looked at his daughter with solemn eyes. “Okay, Little Miss. This is your papa. I know it’s been a long day, but you haven’t opened your eyes for us yet.” He kissed her forehead. “Évelyne? Show me your eyes, sweetheart.” Évelyne arched and stretched as she slowly opened her eyes and stared, unblinking, into her father’s eyes. Bastien’s breath caught. They were the eyes of an old soul. Tranquil waters colored by the reflection of a silvery moon. “Thank you, my precious girl. Now remember, you must always listen to your papa because I love you so much and I don’t want you to break my heart.” Évelyne gave him a defiant little squawk and promptly shut her eyes again. Bastien chuckled as he held her tucked against his chest, her troll doll hair tickling his chin. “That’s okay Schatziküken. Treasured Little Bird. Your dearest mama doesn’t listen to me either. But I still love you, and I always will.” Évelyne nestled closer to her papa, lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat. Her hand rested on his chest, against a scar from his childhood, and Bastien held his breath for a moment. Then he sat back down on the couch, one arm still holding Évelyne while he gently massaged Henry’s back. “I promise your mama and I will keep you both safe, and we won’t let anyone hurt you.” He looked over at Rinda who was still asleep in the bed, her wild curls poking out from the covers. His family. Their family. “I love you all. So, so much.”

#long post #AU Bastien and Rinda #bastien lykel #OFC Rinda Parks #choicesmarchchallenge #choices march challenge #trr choices #3 fluff #5 gardens #9 rainbow baby #9 rainbow pregnancy #10 birth #30 family

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deanssweetheart23 · 7 years

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Won’t Let Go

Title: Won’t Let Go

Summary: When you return to the bunker with Sam, you realize how shaken Dean is after everything that has happened. All you want to do is comfort him but he ends up promising you something you never thought he would.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1063

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of blood and death. Spoilers for the episode 12x22 “Who We Are”. Bit of fluff because let’s be real, we all need this.

Author’s Note: So. The two hour finale. It killed me. And episode 22? Also killed me. Jensen’s acting killed me. I’m just completely dead right now, okay? So, I had to write this because my Deanie Beanie deserves all the love and comfort in the world *clears throat* *pulls herself together*

Right. This is set right after the last scene of the episode, meaning right after that group hug the three Winchesters share. The gif used is not mine. You can find it here.

Enjoy <3

The steady sound of running water overwhelmed your senses as you bonked your head against the shower door, washing away worries and fears and that little voice in the back of your mind that told you it was impossible for you to be there, to be back in the bunker again, alive and safe and almost unscathed.

Breathing deeply, in and out, you wrapped yourself around a towel, and got out of the shower slowly, eyes already darting towards the fresh scars and wounds covering your skin.

You should be used to it by now, but the thought of dying, of leaving this world, even in a blaze of glory with Dean and Sam next to you, had scared you more than you’d like to admit.

In and out.

Running your fingers through your hair, you let the towel drop to the floor and reached for your underwear, then slipped into one of Dean’s flannels, mind drifting to him almost intuitively. You’d only seen him for a few moments after you and Sam had returned from your mission, but you could tell that, whatever he’d seen in that dream sequence inside Mary’s head had hurt him. Really hurt him, even though he’d never say that out loud.

And, God, you worried about him.

In and out.

Soon enough, you were in the room you shared with Dean, only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding what you knew was a picture of himself and his mother in hand.

Your heart broke.

“Hi there.” You whispered, leaning against the doorframe.

He looked up then, green eyes lighting up just a bit as he registered your presence.

“Hey,” he said gruffly, walking towards you with long-legged strides. Once he was close enough, he wrapped one arm around your middle, warm lips on your temple in a gentle kiss.

You trembled a bit.

It wasn’t too long ago that you’d thought you’d never get to have him this close again.

He noticed.

“You okay, kid?”

You smiled what you hoped was your most reassuring smile, hand finding the one he had wrapped around your waist.

“Yeah, the shower was… I’m good.” you replied, nuzzling the crook of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“I am now…” he whispered, burying his face in your hair like you were his favorite teddy bear, his safest haven. “Leg still hurts like a bitch, but, totally worth it…”

You smirked, a half-smirk really, and pulled away, cocking your head to the side.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

He sighed at that, like he was expecting this turn of events, and brought your joined hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your palm.

“’M fine.”

A hum. Eyes rolled skyward.

“Sure. If that’s what you’re going with.”

“Y/N-”

“Don’t. D., we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you cut him off, fingers slowly caressing the cut on his cheek. His eyes fluttered shut for just a second and he leaned into your touch, ever so slightly.

You smiled.

“Just… I don’t know what you saw in Mary’s head, but it wasn’t real. What’s real is right here. I’m real. Sam’s real. Your mom, the one who apologized and hugged you out there, she’s real. And we love you. I love you.” you whispered, thumb tracing his jawline. “I love how you’re an amazing brother to Sam. I love how you’ve always been an amazing brother to Sam. And a good son to your parents. And the best man I could have ever asked for.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t-”

“Sssh,” you hushed him, pressing your lips to his sweetly “I mean that. I am lucky to have you, D. I mean, you’ve been through hell, literate hell, and you’re still a good man. And I wish… God, I wish that you could see the nobility and the loyalty and the selflessness I see every time I look at you. Just once.”

Your words were chocked and strained now and, instead of replying, he let out a shaky breath, one hand twitching up your hair as he molded his lips with yours in a kiss that was fervent and desperate and demanding, but had the kind of tenderness you were used to receiving from a man as loving and caring as Dean.

“I thought –back when you left to help Sam…” he paused, eyes brimming with unshed tears as he cupped your chin. “I was worried you were gonna check out on me.”

“And what? Leave you alone with Sam and all of his rabbit food?” you chuckled breathlessly. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

You were trying to ease the tension now, deny what was essentially true, and he laughed a thankful laugh, held you close and squeezed.

“The kind of person who puts up with me all the time.”

“D.-”

“No. Listen.” He cut you off, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “If we make it out of this alive-”

“We will.”

He nodded, his grip around you tightening.

“Okay. Fair enough. When this is all over, then.” He complied, kissing your forehead. “When this is all over, I’m gonna marry you.”

It came out as whisper, a secret confessed on the tides of the fear of losing you, but you knew it was an honest statement.

“You better mean that.” You teased, smirk dangling on the corner of your lips. “Cause I’m gonna hold you to it.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, kid.” He whispered into your ear, long torso pressed against yours.

“Good. Got to warn you though. I want the whole nine yards. You’ll have to get down on one knee and everything.”

He chuckled.

It was the chuckle of a man that had laughed at death’s face many times, the chuckle of a man that wanted to believe he’d get to see you dressed in white dress, walking down the aisle just for him, even if the life he led wasn’t an ordinary one.

He leaned in.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” he whispered, eyes drifting to your mouth. “Anything for you.”

And when he kissed you, words and feelings and love whispered to you just from the way his lips moved against your own, you knew.

You knew you’d given Dean Winchester one more thing to fight for.

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