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wonda-ch · 1 year

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For Tishlia: Pragma 3 (partially because I'd like to know more your Kingmaker Queen too 😀) and Philautia 1, + one of your choice? 💕

For the Love Promts

Pragma 3. Are your OC's parents still together? To what degree do they look to their own parents as a model for their own ideal relationship?

Tristian and Elwyse never separated. They were loving parents and used their own differences very well to always be there for their daughter at the right moment. Tishlia is very similar to her mother in character, which leads to a lot of friction. She had a much more harmonious relationship with her father. Tishlia did not understand her parents' relationship when she was young, she always had the feeling that her parents' life was quite boring and that her mother had given up all adventurousness and her fighting spirit for her husband and the kingdom. She definitely did not want to become like her mother and therefore started rebelling against the life that was meant for her at an early age.

Another issue of contention was her parents' faith. Her mother became more and more affiliated with Saranrea over time, which Tishlia didn't really understand. Sarenrea's influence on her family was always a thorn in her side, especially because she was always told she was a gift from the goddesses. But she never wanted to be someone's gift, she just wanted to be herself and free of such stories with expectations pinned on her. When a 'brother' was put in front of her, a young deva who was supposed to learn in her family how mortal relationships work, she was finally convinced that Sarenrae thought her family was nothing but a funny experiment. Accordingly, her anger grew at all the gods who thought they could interfere directly in the lives of mortals. (Didn't make it easy for Iomedae).

As much as she loved her parents, Tishlia did not consider their marriage or their life's work as something worth striving for and was always intent on going her own way. This, however, made her more like her mother than anything else.

It was only many years later that Tishlia found out what exactly it all meant and what was behind all her parents' decisions. It was then that she first felt she really understood them and had a chance to make peace with it. The consistency of her parents' relationship became her role model, because she had to acknowledge without envy that they were always several years ahead of her and Daeran.

Philautia 1 - Does your OC have a healthy sense of his own worth and value? Or do they see themselves as falling short of their original potential? Perhaps they are convinced of their own sinful or inadequate nature?

This is a difficult question. Tishlia has a lot of confidence, but it always cracks when she feels the burden of responsibility. She has found ways to deal with it and conserve her energy, but even when things are going well, she considers herself unfit for the responsibility. She works much better as part of a team, and when she can count on the support of those closest to her, she is at her best.

In everything else, she knows her worth and trusts her knowledge, skills, and strength completely. In battle, she tends to overestimate herself and lacks the fear of pain. She takes advantage of having a capable healer at her back who won't let her out of his sight.

In her younger years, she often went too far and tried many things. This often got her into trouble. But it also helped her learn a lot about herself. She realizes her occasional desire for fun and sinfulness, and accepts this part of herself unconditionally. She knows her limits, but is willing to push them from time to time.

Ludus 4 - Who was your OC's first crush? How do they feel about it now?

There was just one time when Lia was a little in love, before she went off on to Kenabres. Her parents had convinced a winegrower to grow the region's first wine near the town. Lia was more than fascinated by this craft, and she was often found at the winegrower's farm. The man was delighted by the princess's enthusiasm, as she learned quickly and was always eager to help. It was not until the winery was built ready and the first harvest was a success that some of his family joined him. Among them was Nathan, the winemaker's son, who was Lia's age. Nathan was smart, funny, open-minded, and Lia began to dream a little of a life as a winemaker.

Before the little flirtation could become more serious, Nathan disappeared. An unknown sponsor had fulfilled Nathan's biggest, unreachable dream and sent him to the Acadamae in Korvosa. It was only a year later that Tishlia found out by chance that one of her friends was responsible, and she learned too late of his jealousy.

#thanks for the ask!#these questions make me think a lot #I was glad that you want to get to know Elwyse 💕#it took me a while #I was a bit distracted from rl #next ones will follow soon

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ree-duh · 5 years

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“You want to know what the Captain really whispered to me that day? He told me that my true Iove was right in front of my eyes. And he was right.”

#ree duh:art tag #stardust #stardust 2007 #Tristian thorn #yvaine #Charlie cox #claire danes #please notice that all the sparkles are in pairs :')

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bookscoffeejesus · 3 years

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2.19.2021

Stardust by Neil Gailman is a book I came across only recently, having first found the movie on Netflix and deciding to look it up, only to find it’s based on a book. So, in true fashion, I needed to read the book before I could allow myself to watch the movie (there’s only two exceptions to this rule - The Princess Bride and The Neverending Story - but only because I didn’t discover the books until after I’d graduated from college).

Over the last few years, Gaiman has become one of my favorite authors, and he did not disappoint with this book! In this book, Tristian Thorn goes on an adventure to capture a star that has fallen in the hopes that by bringing it back to his hometown of Wall he will be able to win his true love’s hand in marriage, or at least a kiss from her. She promises to give him anything he desires if he is successful. Along the way, Tristian learns what it is to be kind to others and that what he really wants is for his true love to be happy.

I love listening to Gaiman’s books, if only because Gaiman narrates them himself, so you can get a true picture of how things are meant to happen. I also happened to have an extra credit on my Audible account from returning a book, so I thought this would be a good choice and a quick listen while working.

ATY: A book by an author whose career spanned more than 21 years

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

#stardust #neil gaiman #audiobook #audiobooks #audible #book #books #book review #book blog #blog #books coffee jesus #tristian thorn #around the year in 52 books

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velvetdarkarts · 2 years

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Yvaine, the fallen star

“Stardust” by Neil Gaiman

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relentlessenthusiasmforthebard · 5 years

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Yvaine: So, yes, I know that love is unconditional.

Tristian: Well, what are three other things about it?

#stardust #stardust movie #yvaine #tristian thorne #john mulaney #new in town

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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Since Charlie Cox has been getting the recognition he deserves since appearing in NWH, I have seen an influx of Dare Devil fics, but I have yet to see any new Tristan Thorn fics and that makes me upset. How are you gonna be a Charlie Cox fan and not write for the best character ever??

Therefore this is my request to be tagged in any and all Tristian Thorn fics, thank you very much.

#Charlie cox #tristan thorn #tristan thorn fic #stardust 2007 #stardust #dare devil #daredevil #daredevil fic #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock

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whostoblaine · 3 years

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I’m reading everything. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the only other way to get into Tulia and Thorn is by boat.

So the only dock, before the woods, is Nightfall.

@caspianmaxson

Paraíso has two people fighting for the crown against Tristian, but Uriel is back?

@paraisojewel

David, mom is Hecate, was she friends with Penelope. Just brainstorming ideas for Robert, wanna move him soon

@my-sensorium

Im gonna need a better understanding of barley @tishcantavillesblog

Anddddd @thedawnbeauty I’m in ;) whatcha got plot master

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callalilly · 4 years

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Please, enjoy this gif (made by yours truly) from the movie Stardust (2007), featuring Claire Danes as Yvaine and Charlie Cox as Tristian Thorn, based on Neil Gaiman’s 1997 novel of the same name.

#i have become all powerful #chrome extensions and netflix are a great combo #gif queen #my gifs #my FIRST gif #seriously though Claire Danes is a babe #but Charlie Cox is pretty cute too #and the tension in this scene is off the charts #the protective oops i tackled you #and oops i landed on you sorry not sorry #and the subtle look #eyeball emoji here #stardust #neil gaiman #when in quarantine

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stealing-jasons-job · 4 years

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S1 canon-compliant (mostly) one-shot that recreates the moments right before Clarke had to shut the dropship door with Bellamy on the other side.

Inspired by The Other Side by Ruelle, which is such a Bellarke song it fucking hurts. I highly suggest listening to it while you read! This is the first fic in a series of one-shots all inspired by some of my favorite songs that give me Bellarke feels. <3

Buckle up ladies and gents, this is going to be a rough one.

Find it on AO3 (or keep reading)

We are buried in broken dreams,

We are knee-deep without a plea

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“Clarke! They’re taking down the gate,” Miller stumbles into the dropship, where Clarke is leaned over an unconscious Raven. Chaos is raining down around them, with the grounders closing in, Raven close to dying and Bellamy and Finn both outside fighting for their lives.

“Good, because I did it...I think,” Jasper pops up from the hatch that leads down below. If he was right, that meant the dropship was ready for blast off.

At Jasper’s words, Miller nods. “I’m closing that door.”

“Wait!” Clarke jumps up, rushing toward the door with Finn close behind. “We’ve still got people out there. Bellamy’s not back, yet.”

There were only a couple dozen in the dropship, and there was no sign of Bellamy. God, he should have fallen back by now. They had to get as many of the 100 as possible inside before closing the doors.

Gunfire and smoke fill the air. The grenades Raven made as a last resort are thrown as the first grounders breach the gate.

“Alright, everybody get inside now!” Clarke yells as loud as she possibly can, hoping she’s heard above the clashing of metal, war cries, and shots fired.

“Get down!” Finn nearly tackles her as arrows fly by so close she can feel the air whoosh by her hair. They duck behind a makeshift blockade while Miller holds off as many as he can from the doorway.

More grenades are thrown, but it’s impossible to stop the onslaught of grounders. As more of the 100 run out of bullets, they continue to fall back into the relative safety of the dropship. They wouldn’t be able to hold them off for much longer.

Where is he, where is he, where is he? Clarke asks herself, squinting through the darkness and the smoke for that familiar head full of curls.

“There he is!” Finn points to the treeline as Bellamy emerges from the tunnels. They lock eyes, and for a fraction of a second, Clarke thinks everything might be okay. But there’s a grounder-filled battlefield in between him and the dropship doors.

“He’s never going to make it,” she mumbles, more to herself than Finn. “Bellamy run!” she screams, more desperate than she’s willing to admit to herself. Adrenaline is pumping through her body, but her heart is beating wildly for an entirely different reason.

He picks up a gun as Tristan stalks toward him, sword in hand. Bellamy pulls the trigger, only to find it empty. Clarke is stuck watching from afar as Tristan swings at him.

Bellamy dodges the first swing, but can’t avoid the fist to his face that immediately follows. Clarke watches almost in slow motion as Bellamy is beaten down by the larger grounder. A knee to the abdomen, a punch to the jaw, a slash to the shoulder. She feels each hit as if she were being kicked in the gut, tears forming in her eyes.

“They’re killing him,” she whispers, terrified for the man she’d quickly come to depend on since they landed on the ground.

It’s a stark realization to have in the middle of a battle. I don’t want to do this without him.

He may have started off as a thorn in her side, an arrogant prick hell-bent on making her life on the ground even harder than it already was. But they’d quickly realized there was more to each other than meets the eye.

They’d bonded over their will to survive, their need to protect their people at any cost, the burden of leading a group of delinquent teenagers. He’d shared hidden parts of himself with her, and she’d done the same. He is undeniably her partner now, her co-leader… maybe even something more.

But it doesn’t seem like she’ll ever get to figure out what that something more might be — his body sags a bit more with each hit.

“Give me that,” Finn’s order breaks her stare, and she watches as she grabs a gun as some kid runs into the dropship. He fires at Tristian, hitting his shoulder. But he doesn’t stop there, running out to help.

“Stop! Finn, no!” Without hesitation, she jumps to follow, but Miller’s hand around her elbow keeps her in place behind the barricade.

Finn rams into Tristian, pushing them both to the ground, and Bellamy wrestles himself on top of the grounder with a blow to the face.

“Clarke, you can’t save everybody!” Miller yells in her ear, but she barely hears him. She’s fixated on where Finn and Bellamy are teaming up to fight Tristan, frozen in horror as she watches the two young men she needed most grow more bloodied with each passing second.

“Let’s go!” Miller tries again, pulling on her arm. She fights to stay put, but he’s persistent.

The last of the grenades fire off, and Clarke looks around at the scene in front of her. Their makeshift home was filled with bodies, both grounder and her own people. She watches as a young girl is stabbed by a grounder, killed instantly. Clarke thinks her name was Penelope, only 14 or 15 years old.

They’re running out of time. If she keeps that door open much longer, she’d be sacrificing the rest of the 100. She’d be condemning more kids to die on the hope that Bellamy and Finn might survive.

She turns again to where Bellamy and Finn are fighting. Finn hits the ground hard, gun coming up just in time to prevent Tristan��s sword from splitting his face in two. Bellamy takes the opportunity to land a harsh blow to the man’s temple, and he falls to the ground unceremoniously.

“Get inside! Bellamy, Finn! Run!” she screams so loud her voice gives out at the end. Let them make it , she prays to a God she doesn’t really believe is listening. She’ll give them another 15 seconds, she owes them both that much.

They both turn to run, and hope surges within her.

But it is ripped away from her as fast as it had arrived. Another grounder tackles Finn to the ground. And as soon as Bellamy realizes Finn is no longer right behind him, he turns back to help him. At that moment, Clarke simultaneously loves him and hates him.

“Now or never, Clarke!” Miller urges. He hasn’t left his place beside her, occasionally firing off bullets. Bellamy was right to advise her to keep him close. She knows what she has to do, but she’s glued to the ground.

She can’t leave them out here to die. She can’t.

Bellamy crashes to the ground from another punch, blood spraying from his mouth. His eyes catch hers and they stay locked on each other’s gaze.

Even from more than 50 feet away, she can see the look on his face. The look telling her to leave him, telling her to go inside and close that door.

She shakes her head, probably too small of a gesture for him to see in the dark. But he reads her, in that annoying way he’s been able to do from day one. He gives her a nod of his own, eyes communicating everything he can’t say out loud.

Do it, they say.

I can’t leave you, her own respond. I don’t want to know the other side of a world without you.

If you need forgiveness, I’ll give that to you. But you have to do it, Princess.

Tears are streaming down her face, and the entire world is minimized to this moment. Miller is all but dragging her back toward the dropship doors, as she struggles in his arms.

She knows logically that this is the only way to save her people. She knows she has to sacrifice Bellamy and Finn and anyone else remaining outside if she wants to save the kids inside. But everything inside of her is screaming at her to keep that door open, to wait for Bellamy.

“No!” she fights against Miller, but his hold doesn’t falter.

Bellamy gives her one last smirk, mouthing something at her. In the moment, she doesn’t process what he’s saying. But she knows the look in his eyes, the set to his jaw. He might give it readily for closing the door on him, but he would never forgive her for not saving the rest of those kids.

More grounders breach the gate, and she gathers the strength to do what must be done. She tries to find Bellamy or even Finn one last time, but they are both lost in the haze of smoke and fire surrounding the dropship.

She closes her eyes, trying to imprint his face on the back of her eyelids. She can do this, she can do this. For him and for Octavia who was still out there somewhere with Lincoln and for everyone else her mother sent down to die with her, she can do this.

May we meet again.

She runs to the dropship, where Miller is waiting. Once inside, she lifts the lever to shut the doors.

Anya manages to get inside as Jasper tries to get the wiring to cooperate to start the rockets. It’s a mob, everyone trying to get a piece of Anya the second she’s down. Clarke tries to stop them, her anguish momentarily pushed aside.

The Trikru leader is curled in a ball, almost unconscious.

“She deserves to die,” Miller’s voice cuts through, his dagger swinging through the air. But Clarke catches his arm before it can come down.

“No! We are not grounders.” She gets everyone’s attention with that, and the rioting stills.

“Clarke, waiting for your signal,” Jasper says from the ground. All eyes are on her and Jasper, who has two wires ready to jumpstart the rockets. They can all hear the grounders pounding on the outside walls. She closes her eyes, not willing to let any more tears fall. Not when the rest of her people are watching, not when they need her to be strong.

The door has been shut, the decision to leave the rest — to leave Bellamy — outside to die has already been made. But for some reason, the nod she gives Jasper is just as hard as pulling that lever had been.

Her eyes remain closed as the rockets fire, as she feels the momentary lift into the air and hears the corresponding screams outside. She tries unsuccessfully not to think about Bellamy and Finn’s voices being among them.

Silence soon envelopes the dropship. They all look around at one another, unsure what to do or how to feel.

“We did it!” the first cheer erupts, and soon more follow it. The rest of the delinquents whoop and holler, thanking the universe and any gods they believe in for keeping them alive.

But the sounds of their triumphant chants is the breaking point for Clarke. She feels the last of her resolve drain, and she drops the radio she’d been clutching all night.

Her legs fail her, and she stumbles back toward the wall of the dropship before crumpling to the floor. Miller crouches down next to her immediately.

“Clarke, Clarke. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he starts feeling for wounds, and she shakes her head. A sob escapes her, the first of many. She curls up in a ball, her head in her lap and her hands covering her ears.

She can’t listen to them cheering. Not when the cost was hundreds of lives, both grounders and her friends. Not when Finn risked his life to save Bellamy. Not when neither of them made it back in time.

She can’t hear the excited yells and the relieved laughs, not when her mind keeps playing the sounds of those screams on repeat. Not when Bellamy and Finn’s were among them.

Miller slides down beside her, wrapping a hesitant arm around her shoulders. No soothing words, no calming movements. He just sits there — solid presence next to her, silent permission to fall apart.

And that's exactly what she does.

It's not until her eyes are dry, her body is numb, and she's standing outside the dropship doors in the morning sunlight that her mind processes what Bellamy had mouthed to her as Miller dragged her back to the dropship door. She closes her eyes and looks up, silently hoping that there is some universe out there where he still exists, where they might have had a shot at more than war and destruction and death.

I love you, too, Bellamy Blake. I love you, too.

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I don’t wanna know what it’s like to live without you,

Don’t wanna know the other side of a world without you

#Do you hate me?#I hate me #bellarke fanfiction #ao3 bellarke #bellarke #angst #so much angst #the 100 fanfiction #madison writes

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edales-drabbles · 4 years

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He woke up surrounded by flowers. To be exact he was draped in a canopy of them that had grown around him, covering him from view. More importantly, It was warm. His powers were calm again. No longer bursting from his chest. He had grounded himself. Clicking his neck, Walter slowly uncurled and pulled himself out of the cocoon.

It was bright, too bright to be early. Fuck. He stumbled to his feet. Barrow was going to be furious with him. He was barefoot. When he had taken off his shoes, he didn’t remember but mud was covering him. Searching, he found his phone, now waterlogged. Double fuck.

Tears rolled down his face. So much for just being an hour. He wiped the tears from his face and looked around more. Something had clearly happened. The trees were all lush and blooming, the canopy of flowers was a sign too. He shivered and pulled his coat close. It was only then that he noticed his hair was considerably longer than before. Running his fingers through it, it found it was down to his waist now. Leaves and twigs were tangled into it now too.

“Roses shouldn’t cut their hair,” His voice was hoarse as he reminded himself of the rules. Even thorns tended to keep their hair long. If their powers unleashing did this, there was no wonder. He had a knife in his bike. He could cut more of it off there. The rest would have to wait.

He picked a flower from his new mane and let his magic flow. As suspected, the flower grew, blooming beautifully as it did so. Its roots curled around his forearm and for a brief moment, Walter felt like he was about to fall to pieces. Steeling himself, he gently put the flower on the ground and covered the roots with some soil. He stumbled over the roots of the trees and followed his feet to the path. He didn’t find his shoes which was unnerving. Instead, he had to deal with the undergrowth under him.

Slowly, he found his way, until he stumbled out into the car park. People were waiting. They turned and looked at him in unison, their eyes flickering. “Walter,” Kirsten said her voice relief filled. She was a werewolf, mated to one of the lower-ranked members of the pack but more importantly one of the best trackers the local pack had. “This makes our job easier.”

“What time is it?” Walter frowned, looking up at the sun. Not midday, surely?

“Around 10,” a voice rumbled from behind him. A strong hand took his shoulders and propelled him forward, catching him as Walter almost tripped. Marvin was taller than Walter by an inch. In general, the wolves were on the tall side but at 6’2 Walter rarely felt dwarfed by them. Kirsten was tiny in comparison but to his understanding, what she lost in height she made up for in speed. “Lord Barrow had us check here. Your scent has changed.” there was something accusing in Marvin’s voice.

“Interesting,” Walter frowned as Marvin started patting him down. His keys were taken from him and he pushed to sit on some picnic tables. Kristen placed a cup of tea in his hands and another wolf he didn’t know well placed a blanket over his shoulders. “I didn’t… I know the basics but not much after,” he offered, drinking deep.

“I see,” Kirsten hummed, feeling his forehead. “Did you know it was going to happen then?”

“The thing or last night? The thing, no. Last night spiralled out of my control,” Walter answered truthfully. He was starting to tremble less now. The cup was warm in his hands and things were beginning to sink in more. Lord Barrow had called favours in to find him. That was going to cost. “Do you have a knife?”

“Don’t need them,” Marvin snorted. “Why do you want a knife?”

“You haven’t you noticed my hair?”

“ You’re not cutting it here,” Kirsten shook her head. Her fingers ran through it and pulled it out of the blanket. Walter could feel her fingers already picking out leaves and twigs. “I’ll braid it for you. We need to stop at the den before taking you to Lord Barrow. You need a shower. I can get Sophie to cut it for you.”

Walter closed his eyes and nodded. The wolves were to be his jail guards for the moment then. “My phone is dead. Water got to it.”

“We’ll have a burner ready,” Marvin noted.

They waited in silence, the wolves chatting among themselves as Walter drifted. Marvin was sat next to him, acting as a heated bookend and keeping him upright. Kirsten didn’t bother trying to brush his hair, just divided it and got to work taming the mess. Walter knew there were other people in the park but chances were the collection of rough-looking bikers were keeping them away for the moment. They were good people. The sort who would get rid of a body for you at a moment’s notice. Unlike Lord Barrow or the many other fractions, they were unlikely to expect a life debt for it either. Simply a favour in turn. Unless those favours started adding up too much.

“Come on,” Marvin hustled him into a car that had pulled up, tossing the keys to someone getting out. Kirsten kissed his cheek before leaving him to Marvin and whoever was driving. Marvin’s arm was strong over his shoulders, keeping him pressed against him. Marvin was one of Alec’s former fancies. It was nice having someone familiar as he drifted.

Lord Barrow wasn’t a monster. He would want someone with Walter’s powers. The cost was going to be steep and Walter was frozen in the midst of it all. Until he faced Barrow there was no telling what was going to happen. What was going to be taken, or if he would be breathing at the end of it all.

“I let Alec know you’re alive,” Marvin said softly. “He’s on his way to the den. Is he being clingy again?”

“Down to three fancies. One is likely to leave soon too. The other, I’m not sure about. I think he’s lost interest.” Walter explained. Alec hadn’t been worrying about Charles leaving, just him and Tristian. “And now I’m in trouble so …”

“He’ll be on the hunt again,”

“Is he ever not?”

Marvin laughed and tightened his grip again. It stayed warm and tight. “I’m not sure how you put up with it,” he murmured. “My wolf was going mad by the end of it. Too many different smells on him. Maybe if they had been consistent…”

“He’s Lord Barrow’s favourite. Or at least, one of them. Lord Barrow is happy to give me to him. If I did not want it, Lord Barrow wouldn’t, I hope. Coping is interesting. Alec is rather open with me about who he’s with. He was sending pictures of him and Tristian last night before the incident,”

“That’s improved then,”

Walter laughed, opening his eyes and looking at Marvin with fondness. He could see the doubt in Marvin’s eyes. Marvin’s wolf may not have been able to deal with Alec anymore but Walter wasn’t so sure his heart was free from Alec’s mesmerizing eyes yet. “You should be proud. You leaving him affected Alec more than him being clingy to everyone else. Not many of them can claim that.”

Marvin looked slightly uncomfortable but didn’t let go of Walter. He shifted, cupping Walter’s face and bringing them somehow closer than before.“Your right eye has changed,” he breathed softly. “It’s green now, not blue.”

“Ah,” Walter grimaced, pulling away. “My blind eye is going to stick out more,” he sighed and rubbed his forehead. With his eyes being blue, the pale fog over his left eye was not noticeable unless someone was glazing into it too deeply. He hadn’t been too worried about this eyes changing, last bloomers didn’t normally but nothing about this was normal. “Just perfect.”

The snort of laughter from Marvin and the driver made him glare at the wolf he could see. “You still look handsome, Walt. You’ll be fine,” Marvin promised.

Alec was waiting as they pulled into the wolf compound. The fae practically bouncing on the spot. Marvin had barely got Walter out before Alec was on him, jumping on him and holding tight. Walter held Alec up in the air and used Marvin as support as his knees almost collapsed. Marvin’s hand was on him.

Alec was crying, that wasn’t a good sign.

Alec was taken from him, someone plucking him from Alec complaining loudly but Marvin was too busy pushing Walter in the building. Alec was close behind fast, grabbing Walter’s arm and clinging. The alpha appeared, a large solid man who took one look at the three of them, sighed and point them in a direction. Walter almost laughed. There was a weary acceptation to the look. Only Walter was in the middle of this particular mess and wanted nothing to do with it all.

Then, the three of them were left alone in a bathroom with a massive bathtub and a fair size shower. The wolves were big fellows and their homes were designed as such. Marvin turned the shower on and the bath, starting to get the area ready.

“Clothes off is usually a good idea,” Marvin teased, winking at the two of them.

“Need help?” Alec asked. Mascara was smeared over his cheeks, his lips plain and his hair was messed up too. His hands were clinging to Walter’s arm still.

“Sure,” Walter smiled at the man. Whether Alec was nervous because Barrow was about to kill him or because Tristian had declared he was leaving too was uncertain but something had upset the fae. Alec pulled his rags off, Marvin taking the ruined clothes off him and putting them in a bag.

“Good things about doing this here, we have plenty of spare clothes,” Marvin smiled brightly.

“Yours,” Alec said firmly.

“Al…”

“Yours,” He repeated, looking at Marvin. Marvin faltered but nodded and left the room. Alec hugged Walter again and pressed a kiss to his neck. “Don’t lie to uncle, Walter. You’re on thin ice. It’s tempting when he asks things that are too intimate, too deep but you have to, Marvin,” Alec pleaded.

“I know,” Walter nodded. “I won’t, I promise.”

“I’m fae, Walter. You know what that word means,”

“I know. I promise I won’t lie to Lord Barrow, Alec. I meant what I said. I’m not planning to go like Rick,” Walter leant done and kissed Alec’s lips. He could taste mud from his cheeks in the kiss but Alec was gripping too tightly to care. Hands grasping his neck, not minding the state he was in; Just wanting his warmth and love. Just saying, ‘I’m here’. It meant everything to Alec and the warmth in Walter’s chest, let him know it was just important to him too.

#MxMxM #slash fiction #slash #mxm #my writing #fae #green thumb

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