#anyway there's a little ceremony (?) that I have to attend which is on the day of the 2.3 release oof

[jayswing101]

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#y'all it is a weekend of drama apparently #so a few years ago my dad and stepmum and i went to scotland #while there my stepmum kept looking for a skirt with our family tartan but never managed to find one #so for her birthday that year my brother and i bought some wool tartan and had it shipped to canada from scotland #and i hand sewed her a skirt out of it #she genuinely loved the skirt and wore it all the time. all the time!! #in may of this year - my dad and stepmum got married. her parents live in france and her dad is v sick so they couldn't be there in person #so they hired a videographer to film the ceremony so her parents could watch it live from france #they missed the wedding tho bc they had to also attend a baptism that day and my stepmum said not to bother watching the wedding if they #were algo going to go to the baptism (the baptism was at 10am france time and the wedding at 7pm france time they could've done both easy) #but anyways. so stepmum tells her parents not to watch the wedding and cancels the videographer #she's been upset since that happened and every little flaw with the wedding has now made her even more upset #basically- every guest is having their entire lives nitpicked bc my stepmum has decided to find her voice and let people know when they've #upset her. which great! tell people well they've crossed a line! but she's going through like 10+ years and critiquing every little thing #like one time in 2017 i came home with dirty clothes and did my laundry at the house and 'i was taking advantage of them' #or my brother's gf was inconsiderate and rude for wearing shorts around our house (it was 20°C?? everyone was in shorts?) #anyways. my dad said this last week my stepmum has gone through and thrown out everything me or my brother ever gave her #INCLUDING THAT SKIRT I HAND SEWED ESPECIALLY FOR HER #my dad rescued what he could and hid it (luckily rescuing the skirt!) but like. wtf #for the first time my stepmum's name really suits her. she's acting a real Karen rn #and like i know she's upset that her parents couldn't watch the wedding- but that was literally her doing? #and even if they had purposefully chosen to miss it - that doesn't excuse hurting other people bc you're upset #anyways. suffice to say i don't think I'll ever feel comfy in that house ever again #and the search for an apartment out in NL might have to begin sooner than initially planned #I'm not even super upset by this just. baffled by how ridiculous it is?? like it feels like something out of a bad soap opera

[monstresshorn]

Used & Bruised

Pairing: na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x afab!warrior!reader

Summary: you were Glossu Rabbans wife for a year, he never provided you with much, just the perfect amount. This relationship bores you and you seek excitement from his little brother Feyd. This is how an affair blooms and rises.

Warnings: 18+, violence, dark rommance, toxic couple, cheating/affair, sadism, dagger play, shaming, breeding kink. p in v sex/ but for now only slight mentions and acts that involve sexual activity, there will be more smut in part 2.

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when your mother first told you that you were meant to marry Glossu Rabban, a man that is at least a decade older than you, you were rightfully shocked. at the time you were eighteen, just came of age and already sold off to a family for a truce that wont last a year.

your wedding was boring, there were subjects screaming and cheering as we walked out of the ceremony, Glossu, as usual let out a yell of triumph. just great..

i was forced to meet his relatives, which i understood before that he had very little. you already knew the Baron so you greeted your uncle-in law with a great smile, he always looked out for you when you were a child and that was why he wanted you to marry his eldest nephew, fucking disgusting beast he may be. a boy, not much younger than me came up behind the baron, he was actually quite handsome, we shook hands and exchanged glances. "its nice to finally meet you, sister in law."

--- present day ---

me and Feyd had gotten closer, i attended his coming of age ceremony too, my good for nothing husband, on arakis, dealing with 'rats' as he calls them, of course he would dare miss his brothers birthday, its laughable. after he had defeated all three atreides he confronted his uncle, i didnt hear about what, i only heard Feyds anger laced voice saying something so low and raspy i couldnt hear it that well, then the doors shut.

i always knew the boy looked for my approval in everything he did, ever since i married his brother, every corpse that hit the ground, every word he said, he would look me in the eye, and smile. at least i think its a yearn of approval, i did the same thing to my father when i was as young as him..

his birthday was yesterday, he finally came of age which mean he has more power than he already had. he never used his power against me, ever. he knew he probably couldnt take me in a fight, its obvious. everytime we sparred i always won, i have been training with him since i moved in. im only 4 years older than him so we understood and had mutual respect for eachother. i dont know if hes letting me win, but ive seen him be so much more brutal with the slaves that he fights. especially the one that wasnt drugged at the ceremony.

Glossu never provided me with children, somehow, he couldnt, everytime we tried. i bled almost every single time, he was rough, and it wasnt enjoyably rough, it was like he was ripping me open, not in the way where i insinuate that his dick is big because honestly its um.. i shall just say its not impressive in any way..

there has been many times that i would find out that Feyd had gotten another women pregnant. why is it that he can do it so well but his brother doesnt even know where my clit is. its not like he goes anywhere near it anyway.

that night i decided to take a walk around the palace, my husband, who i saw for a brief moment, and now i cant find him. so i guess im on my own now. i stride the cold halls, knowing that im untouchable.

i go to check if my brother in law is asleep, but when i creak open his door, which is only 3 rooms down from mine, all i hear is moans, i roll my eyes and open the door a bit more so i can step in. the lights are on and all i can see is a three on one sex scene.

"ahem." i state my prescence. Feyd is laying on the bed facing up as one concubine rides him, one sits on his face while the third waits to switch out with one of them. Feyd lifts the sex beast off his face and looks at me. he props up on his elbows, still getting riden. "oh hello my lady."

"you were impressive the other day, but um.. i was hoping i could talk to you in private.?"

he stared at me for a second then yelled at his darlings to get out.

he was completely exposed, still hard, i tried my best not to look but it was quite large so.. "what do you need my lady?" he started stroking his cock, while looking me in the eye.. "uhm.. i just wanted to ask you where my husband is."

"where is your husband y/n.." he chuckles sitting up, hand still on his dick. "dont act coi you savage." he bit his lip, "come here."...

"No, You come here" in a blink of an eye he appeared infront of me. "you dare use the voice on me? you should be ashamed!" he laughed "Silence, kneel." he did so, still touching himself, he used his other hand to caress my bare legs from under my dress, all while smiling up at me. i tilted my head slightly. i grabbed his chin, "you really are seductive." he smirked at my comment. i reached down, touched his chest, down to his shaft, stroking it lightly, up and down, making him groan, we were seconds from eachothers lips.

"good night Feyd.. i'll see you tomorrow."

cliff hangerrr, this isnt edited btw lolll.

i hope you like it, it took 3 days to come up with ideas.

anyways pt 2 will come out in a few days up to a week.

#writing #fanfic #dune 2 #dune 2024 #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen #house harkonnen #dune part 2 #smut #feyd rautha x reader #feyd smut #feyd rautha fanfic #dune smut #trending #pt 1 #forbidden romance

[usedpidemo]

the craziest christmas party ive ever attended...(storytime!)

God, the flu fucking sucks. Imagine being healthy for three straight years, working out as often as possible, and then the one time you get caught in the middle of a rain, the next day you begin falling ill. Headaches. Body aches. Cough. Dry throat. Completely zapped all my energy and three years of positive momentum just like that.

One week later, after several trips to the hospital, plenty of rest and medications in between, I was beginning to pick myself back up. If there was any silver lining, I lost weight during that time period because I couldn't eat anything. Even so, I still felt...off. I was forgetting things more often than usual, my clarity and awareness would disappear at random times, and it felt like my body was moving on its own. I felt like I had no control over myself.

This is practically the reason why I've kind of disappeared over the last month or so. The illness completely took me down and I've basically forgotten how to write :< Seriously, I feel like the main character in Memento, trying to pick up the pieces of what the hell happened. I'm getting better with each passing day, though, so hopefully this will all be behind me as we enter the holiday season.

Anyway, it's not often that this country gets to host an international entertainment event, let alone one of the premier Korean awards. No idea, I don't really watch these things at all. The idea of seeing so many K-pop acts and actors in one setting appealed to me. Not to mention the actual lineup? NewJeans! Le sserafim! Mother Eunbi! Itzy! Stayc! Kep1er! Kim Sejeong! Many of these acts are either making their stage debut or have returned numerous times. This was easily a must attend. Who knows when we'll get another opportunity like this, especially after the controversy and backlash surrounding the handling of the ceremony.

I got fortunate buying the tickets. To be fair, they were expensive by local concert standards; 50 USD at the very back to 450 for VIP, which is a significant punch up compared to a typical K-pop concert even solo held in the very same arena. Not to mention, the site automatically picks the tickets for you, rather than give buyers the freedom of choice to select specific seats. It also helps that the pricing turned plenty of people off, on top of previous negative experiences in that arena for other fans. Even better was when I actually entered the venue; since there were so many vacant seats during the beginning, we were moved up to the very front, right where the artists were all seated ahead of us.

Honestly. Shitty camera aside, the scenes were priceless.

I admit I mostly went for the female acts, especially my girlies Le sserafim and Eunbi, but I've learned to give so much respect and appreciate everyone who performed. Regardless of their status and popularity, nugu or main event, the crowd was electric and passionate: they would cheer, sing along to the songs, and interact with the performer when they would ask. There wasn't a dull moment all throughout the seven hour program.

Speaking of seven hours, I can see why I don't watch this shit live: it can be taxing to the mind and body. I had to get up during one of the longer awardings, one where they gave it to like 10 different artists just to stretch my legs. I respect what Wonyoung, Daniel, and Hanbin did to host, cause I'm pretty sure either way my legs would end up melting like jelly after everything that had transpired.

Man. NewJeans. Freaking NewJeans. I understand why they're so beloved and revered like they're the second coming: they truly love their fans. And holy shit, the pop from the audience when they entered the venue for the first time, and they were practically the main characters of the show. Every little thing they did was met with raucous applause. They waved at us like a dozen times all throughout the show and were having fun from beginning to end. Also, the crowd went fucking crazy for their performance. OMG into ETA is insanely hard.

AND THE AUDACITY TO FOLLOW UP NEWJEANS WITH MOTHERFUCKING LE SSERAFIM?! Best transition ever! Their set was even better than MAMA: Perfect Night (holy shit that choreo) into Eve, Psyche, and Bluebeard's Wife (holy shit that choreo). Their aura was through the roof! Unsurprisingly, they also had the crowd going nuclear.

I'm just gonna blitz through the section of favorite performances because if I had to describe them all this would be longer than any of my fics in recent times. Kim Jaejoong is a fucking legend and I was shook when he transitioned from balladeer to a goddamn rockstar. The opening with &Team and SB19 with Gento set the tone for the rest of the show. Kep1er's dance breaks. GOD. I wish it wasn't accompanied with flashing lights cause they were so fucking hot. Mother Kwon Eunbi proved why she's goddamn mother! ITZY had me singing fucking Cake of all songs. AKMU was quirky and fun and thats why I love K-pop. Also, the sibling dynamic reminded me of my rather strange and turbulent relationship with my sister. Just a random anecdote.

The ending was where shit was dialed up to eleven. I feel very lukewarm towards Stray Kids' newer releases post Back Door, but they absolutely brought the heat by opening with Maniac. Get Lit then Topline was when they brought everyone to their feet, including us the audience! And if that wasn't enough, here comes BooSeokSoon (BSS) to end the show on the perfect high. Like none of us were sitting down once it ended.

On top of all the performances, there's the interactions too. Oh man. I was hoping that Le sserafim, ITZY, Kep1er, or Eunbi—any combination of these—would be seated on our side, but we got NewJeans. And they kept interacting with us. So much. Every single member noticed me at least once and I somehow got Hanni on camera. Insanity. If that wasn't enough, NMIXX were also placed on our side, and Lily, Haewon, Bae, and Kyujin waved at us multiple times as well, including during the final goodbyes. STAYC's Yoon went around to wave to everyone in the audience during the intermission period, and after their initial entrance into the venue, Sumin and Seeun waved at us. I really wish I had my cameras on but I was so focused on capturing anyone's attention! It worked; I also got the attention of several other groups, from ZeroBaseOne to Tempest to SB19 to Sakurazaka46. They transferred Le sserafim over to our side late into the ceremony and I was hoping they would interact with us; it wasn't meant to be. I don't have any negative feelings cause I still got copiously blessed with so many other acts.

I don't know what's gonna happen moving forward. Considering the backlash and issues that have sprung in regards to the handling of the ceremony, there's a good likelihood an award show of this scale will ever be hosted again. Or maybe the energy shown by the crowd will inspire future ceremonies, like MAMA or Golden Disc. Who knows. What I do know is that everything about this felt like both a dream and a movie. To see many of my favorites, gain respect for groups I hadn't heard of till last week, and just attend an award show in general is a damn good way to end the year.

#update #storytime

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Elrond and Celebrian’s wedding thoughts

I’ve had this really weird idea about how the brutality of the first and second age in which so many elves have lived could influence certain traditions, especially the Noldor exiles because I think they did a very sharp u turn from ‘all I’ve known is bliss’ to ‘the world is composed of fire and corpses’ and went well off the deep end a lot quicker than the Sindar did. Because the Sindar adjusted to the darkness a lot less violently and suddenly than the Noldor did and are just generally more stable seeming, less entirely batshit insane (because of course all the Noldor exiles present in First Age Beleriand are the batshit insane ones who either burnt the ships or crossed the Helcaraxe).

So the Noldor are so focused on war that it inserts itself into every aspect of their lives including ceremonies because how is anything meant to be binding without blood spilled? Bonds are forged by saving each other in battle, avenging a lost friend with a bloodthirsty rampage, how are words meant to hold weight or impact over the life and death situations that define them? So I think that in certain factions, at certain points, it becomes tradition for there always to be some form of blood involved in a wedding ceremony.

How varies, probably it originated from people just straight up getting married on the battlefield one time too many, seems like a very Noldor thing to do (no I’m not talking about the LACE kind of wedding before anyone’s mind goes there). Then it evolves to different things, scrapes along hands before linking them, cuts on knuckles before bringing them to lips, slicing a finger and leaving a bloody mark over the partners heart or on their forehead, or (my personal favourite) cutting the lips before kissing so the blood mingles.

This brings me to the main point of this ramble which is that Elrond and Celebrian by the start of the Third Age are some of the only people who still value this tradition. Despite their extremely different upbringings fundamentally, and this of course is up to personal interpretation as we know very little about Celebrian sadly, I’d say they were both born into the world at the point of apocalypse, desensitised to violence. Very used to the sense of impending doom and willing to take any hope or joy when they can. They are fundamentally children of the first age and it shows.

Mirkwood obviously doesn’t do this because they obviously aren’t Noldor and don’t have those kind of traditions (because they aren’t that mental) and Lothlorien probably wouldn’t because it’s predominantly Sindar (and also more chill) and since a good proportion of the First Age elves are either dead or in Valinor by the end of the second age suffice it to say everyone who is at their wedding thinks it’s concerning when they pull out their ‘good daggers’ and prick their lips before embracing, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes and grinning wildly all the time as if there’s nothing messed up at all about the fact they brought daggers to their wedding.

Thranduil expected there to be at least one disturbing Noldor feature of the day, his father gave him enough vague warnings, not that he ever thought he’d end up at a Noldo’s wedding, and he’d certainly no hopes of Celebrian being a tempering influence on Elrond’s blatant Feanorian sympathies with how much she loved to wreak havoc but nothing could have prepared him for the sight of little droplets of blood smearing on their mouths as they pressed their lips together, otherwise perfectly romantically. He does not attend any more weddings in Rivendell after that.

Galadriel and Celeborn probably married in a Sindarin way but they find the gesture touching anyway, not unusual in the slightest but more quaint, a true symbolic end to the previous ages in the joining of the last descendants of Finwë in the wartime fashion before an age of peace.

Is there a possibility Arwen and Aragorn did it too? Absolutely and Legolas has thoughts on it which he will be bemoaning to Gimli the entire ceremony.

#silmarillion #tolkien #lord of the rings #lotr #elrond peredhel #elrond x celebrian #celebrian #thranduil #legolas #gimli #aragorn #arwen undomiel #galadriel #celeborn #noldor

[wa-royal-tea]

I'm back! Kinda + What I've been up to + Timezone Change, Story Posting Update

Heyyyy thur guys! I’m back, kinda. Sorry it took me a while to update you guys on what I’ve been working on, life has been extra busy since July 31st for me 💀 I won't post a story update yet as I still have things to do but I mightttt return by the end of September.

If you wanna know what I've been up to, read under the cut. Just a warning, it's pretty long 💀

I have an update on what I've been working on irl and it's kind of an exciting news, at least for me lol. So, in case anyone is wondering what I've been up to, I'm actually preparing to further my Masters overseas and this plan has been a wip since last year. I've been studying for my IELTS because the universities I've applied to requires me to take it. And then I had my graduation ceremony for my Bachelor's Degree after waiting for SO long bcs of Covid. It was one of the happiest day in my life bcs I got the Vice Chancellor's award!!! Sorry for the bragging there, I'm just so proud of myself :') I worked my ass off to maintain my CGPA every semester so getting that award really felt like all of that hard work was worth it :')

After all that is done, I applied to the Uni's that I wanted and surprisingly, all the Uni's I applied to gave me an offer which is pretty neat! I accepted one of the offers and then I had to look for a sponsorship.

I kept it a hush-hush kind of thing and only told several of my close friends about what I was planning to do bcs it was something that I wasn't sure that I'll be getting so anytime that I was taking a "break", I was actually working on this in the background (had to attend zoom interviews with the Uni's. Doing the tasks in order to get an interview invite etc.). It was a stressful process but yeah, this is what I've had planned for me when I was younger so I was determined to make it happen no matter what! Your girl is not one to give up easily! 😤

So around June this year, the sponsorship that I've been aiming for opened and I applied for it, got the results that I had been offered a full-ride sponsorship on July 31st and everything became so busy for me because I had to prepare the necessary documents to be sent to the sponsorship board. It was an exhausting process as I had to make sure that everything is prepared perfectly so there wouldn't be any problems and so far, alhamdulillah, everything has been going well. I had my visa done, I secured a place to stay during the duration of my studies, all the documents were sent at the end of last week. But preparing all of these took a toll on my energy and I simply don't have the energy to open my game or even open blender to work on my story. But I have been writing the scripts and all so yeah, the story is still running in the background. I did find some little time to work on poses but I worked on a few before I stopped because I was too tired hahaha.

Anyways, only a few people knew what I was working on while I was on this break. Shoutout to Miss Wheat knee and Gigi for being patient with me replying to their discord messages late everyday 😭 And thank you for giving me your emotional support and encouragement! A huge thank you to both Miss Devilled Eggs and Wheat knee for helping me in my process of applying to the Uni's from helping me brush up my English for my IELTS during one of our previous calls, and for helping me with my Piece to Camera video practice for my Uni interviews. I really, greatly, am thankful to you guys for that. And to Wheat knee, thank you for believing in me when I was overthinking stuff thinking I wouldn't get the offers sfkhskl I really appreciate you for that 😢

And with that, I would like to update you guys that my posting time will be changing as I will be moving to London for my studies. So my timezone will no longer be GMT+8 :') It will be GMT+1 as of September 28th. Aside from that, my postings won't be regular too, I'll be updating whenever I can as I'll probably be busy with my studies and all. So, wish me luck! I'm a bit anxious about this so I hope I'll do well :')

Thank you to all my readers who are still there for me since day 1, you all are the best! And sorry that the story will take a while to be completed, I'll try my best to still work on it bcs I love it too much to just leave it like that 😭

That's all I guess! Thank you again for reading this if you are reading it lol.

Love,

Nina ❤

#WRTOOC #update #yes I have a month before I leave for my studies but I want to spend this last few weeks with my family and friends! #I'll still be around reading stuff! #tbh I'm so scared of telling ppl what I've been up to irl #me telling ppl about what I'm currently doing with my life feels so scary #but i want to share with you all! 😭 #I'm just so scared of ppl using what I do irl to make fun of me behind my back #so I rarely talk about my personal life with anyone bcs the worries about ppl using it against me terrifies me

[shy-mama]

The Dream

There once was a girl who grew up with a family of immigrants, the youngest out of the bunch with memories of blue and confusion. Since young shed looked up at the sky and make wishes, having complete blind fate it would happen. The young girl was beaten by life backstab after backstab, her audacious smile was gone. Turned into a edgy pre teen who was just trying to take it day by day. The dreams were still there but wrong encounters with the wrong people cut the strings of the balloons and made them float into space. Then there was nothing, nothing but love, so she clung onto the little she could conjure up, and there was so very little so she turned desperate. Drugs and visions, visions and drugs. visions inside and out. The love that she had summoned started to consume her until she couldn’t even tell who she was or what, or why. Then after several dark nights of the soul. She sat up. she remembered the wishes she made to the sky. In fact she didn’t just remember, she had always remembered, this time she FELT those wishes once again. She was going to do what she wanted to do because what the hell with it. What she desired was what will make her happy and thats all that mattered to her at that point. She wrote down a list with the cadence of a kindergartner. Become model aka prettiest girl in the world, get cute and popular boyfriend, travel. And for the first time in a long time all of these seemed possible. She just had to get the ball rolling. That day she had completely gained trust in herself. She started with the weight loss she did a juice cleanse which jumpstarted her weight loss. Then got a juicer and would mostly drink juices. Then she applied for about 10 modeling agencies and was accepted to the one she was most hoping for. She knew she would get in since this is what she had been destined to do since she was 3. Thankfully she had the right encounters with the right people and quickly moved up in the modeling world. Her skills and looks were also a testament to that. She was traveling the country and world doing photoshoots and runways and drinking hot chocolate in a cafe with Bella Hadid. First part of her list complete. She had a fashion award ceremony to attend to in Seoul, south Korea. She had been informed from her agent that she would be winning a big award. After she had received her award. Thats when she met the 2nd part of her list. Boy A, he approached her and was visibly in awe of her. The two love birds hit it off immediacy and started dating. Things were moving fast between them, they said its because they feel like they knew each other in several past lives. After a few months they had been caught on one of their outings together. The photos were posted all over and boy A’s fans were outraged, some were sad, and some were happy for him. The blogs were all talking about boy A’s mystery girl lover. She was thriving with this, reading all the jealous and shocked comments had her vibrating she had craved this. It was one of the reasons she wanted a popular and cute boyfriend anyway. Oh and for item 3 on the list that was already accomplished. Because of work she had to travel frequently, she had also gone on friend trips and lover trips as well. 

So the sum of the story is just sit up, you don't have to stand up just start somewhere. Make a list of what you want and I mean truly want. If thats hard for you to find out try to pretend a genie came and gave you three wishes. Then break down those wishes and how to practically get there. honestly along as you start on wish 1 the other wishes will come rolling easily to you, why? Because the universe loves when we have desire. Because love and desire is the creators one true will. And also drill into your head that its impossible to fail. Because the universe has a billion safety nets on every side of you. And if you are like me and really hate this universe talk just remember the universe is closer then you think. Ps the universe is you!, yes when all those manifesters on YouTube are talking about trust in the universe they mean trust in yourself. I don't want to get into the whole quantum physics, astronomy, and spirituality logic of it but I had a hard time trusting the uni. Primarily because it was a source outside myself. Then I learned that universe is literally inside everyone and myself and things got some much easily to understand.I know that at the end of the day if no ones got me I got me. Ive only been alive for 22 years but I, myself, has brought me, myself, out of some much chaos and darkness. So I really have no other choice but to believe in myself and make shit happen.

#self growth #it girl #life skills #becoming that girl #dream girl #girljournal #self love #glow up #glow up tips #it girl energy #manifesting #early morning #healing #healing journey #self awareness #hyper feminine #just feeling #motivation #my diary #inspiration #wonyoungism #pinkcore #dream life #creator of my reality #girlblogging

[etoileholland]

the happiest place on earth

Synopsis: In a turn of events, Tom gets to be the man in the Spider-Man suit at Disneyland. But what happens when he meets you and blows his cover?

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: None

A/N: salut! I am back for a second! I wrote this months ago but I was too busy to post it :( anyways I hope you enjoy! 

“Okay Tom, remember. You gotta speak in your Peter voice for the entirety of the meet and greet, and you shouldn’t try to do or say anything that would give you away.” The coordinator of the Avengers campus stated to Tom.

He had no idea that he would be putting on the suit today, and having photos taken of him in the suit, yet here he was.

He had come to Disneyland with his assistant and manager to check out the new Avengers campus since he had the day off. He didn’t attend the opening ceremony because he was in London working on a project, so he decided to check it out when he had a free chance in Los Angeles. He thought he was surprising the theme park by him coming by, but instead he got a surprise of his own.

“Our actor for Spider-Man came down ill, and we can’t get anyone into the suit quick enough for Spidey to make an appearance today.”

The coordinators and photographers all looked over at Tom while he stood there nervously. He knows the importance of being there for your job, and he didn’t want to leave Disney hanging. So he knew what the solution had to be.

“Put me in the suit. I can take photos with guests, and I have the accent down perfectly.”

“No!” The coordinator exclaimed. “We can’t put you in the suit whatsoever. What happens if someone finds out?”

“No one will.” Tom assured him. “It’ll only be for an hour or so, and it’ll work out perfectly. I promise.”

Tom’s manager looked worryingly over at him, but Tom only nodded his head. “It’s only gonna be for an hour, I can handle it.”

Since the Spider-Man character at Disneyland was based off of Tom, the proportions of the suit were almost perfect. It was the correct height, and although it was a tad bit tight, it was manageable.

“Remember what I told you—don’t make any wrong choices.”

“I won’t, I’ve got this.” The photographers led Tom to the location that they were taking photos with Spider-Man at, which was near the front of Avengers Headquarters..

A queue had already formed when Tom walked over to the location, and taking a deep breath in, Tom walked out and mentally prepared himself for this.

A young kid with his twin sister and mom were the first in line, and Tom noticed that the little boy was wearing a Spider-Man suit of his own.

“Would you look at that.” Tom giddily said to the boy, “I can’t believe I’m looking at the real Spider-Man! Can I have your autograph?” Tom asked the kid, and knelt down to be at eye level. The boy’s face lit up, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“I want your autograph too please.” Tom got two pieces of paper from the photographers and proceeded to sign one of the papers for the kid, and the boy (whom he found out was named Calum) wrote his name on the other and handed it to Tom.

After some photos, Tom wished the kids farewell and worked his way through the queue.

Tom was finding it fun to do this, and he enjoyed keeping the secret that it wasn’t just any actor pretending to be Spider-Man—it was the real deal.

The line had started to slow down after thirty minutes, and he counted about 25 people left. He was so busy counting the crowd that he didn’t notice you walking towards him.

The photographers led you to Tom, and when he noticed someone walking towards him, he gasped.

“She’s pretty, yeah?” One of the photographers whispered to Tom. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and he nearly melted into a puddle when you looked at him. His breathing subconsciously became faster, and before he knew it he was about to start panicking.

For once in your life, be cool. He thought to himself. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he was sure he would have a panic attack. Yet all of his nerves dissipated when he saw your smile, and as a wave of calm washed over him, he lightly cleared his throat and prepared to speak in his American accent.

“Well hello there darling, how are you on this fine day?” He asked, and just as he finished his sentence, he began to mentally curse at himself. Who says that? He thought to himself, so much for being natural and suave

“I’m doing fantastic on this fine day, my good sir.” You replied with a beaming smile, and to top off the comment, you playfully bowed and did a curtsy. This earned a laugh from both you and Tom, and when he jokingly bowed back, you two were full on giggling now.

When he saw that the photographer was motioning to him that it was time for a photo op, Tom reached out his hand for you to grab. When you did so, he gently brought your hand to his face and gave it a kiss. He heard a click of the camera, and continued to play up his actions.

“You know how to make a girl melt, don’t you Peter?” You asked.

The mention of Peter brought him back to reality, and it made him realize that this was all pretend. He wasn’t Tom flirting with you, instead it was Peter, and Spider-Man. None of this was real, no matter how badly he wished it was.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He finally answered back, his tone turning downwards at the end of the sentence. Before he could say much else, the staff members that were watching gave him a look and pointed down at the watches, signaling that time was almost up.

“Would you like to pose for a picture with me?” He asked, and you nodded happily.

“I know you probably get this a lot, but can we do the famous Spider-Man squat pose?” You asked excitedly, “it just looks so cool when you do it.”

This comment made Tom smile, and he popped a squat to get into the position.

As he bent down, you sneaked a look of his behind, and let out a small gasp. Tom didn’t see you staring, but the photographers sure did, and they all stifled a laugh

“What’s so funny?” He asked, but when he looked at you your eyes were wide, and your expression embarrassed. “Did my suit rip or something?”

“I’m surprised it didn’t, since you’ve got a fat ass.” You blurted out without thinking. When you realised what you said, you covered your mouth and closed your eyes. “Oh no, I said that out loud, huh?”

“Oh you sure did honey.” Tom replied, “but I must admit I’m quite flattered by that.”

Since your comment caught him off guard, he replied in his regular British accent, and not as Peter Parker.

“Shit.” He uttered under his breath, and looked over at you who was staring at him with the widest eyes he’s ever seen.

You opened your mouth and said, “You’re-”

“Done.” The cast member frantically answered, and grabbed Tom’s arm. “I’m so sorry but Spider-Man has to leave…and um, save the world!” The cast member led Tom away from you, and the photographers quickly followed him.

With a quick turn of the head, Tom turned around to look at you one last time and waved at you, and yelled “sorry!”

You stood firmly in your tracks, and watched as they frantically whisked Tom away. As he was being led away from you, you saw him turn his head around repeatedly to see if you were still behind him, but less than a minute later, he lost you in the crowd, never to see you again.

Tom was led frantically by the cast member who was watching over Tom, and Tom knew that he was gonna be in trouble. It was an honest mishap, yet he knew his cast members and his assistant would not be happy with him,

“Are you crazy?!” The cast member retorted. “Now that girl knows it was you in the suit, and once she blabs about it, we’re going to have a fiasco on our hands.”

Tom watched as the member was becoming visibly angry, but in his defense, he didn’t think he would break character. He was fine all day, no problem at all. It wasn’t until you flustered him so much that he slipped a little bit, big deal.

“I don’t think she’ll-”

“How do you know, hm? She could go on social media and say something, or, or…” the cast member stammered, “well I don’t know what she’ll do with that information, but it could go badly for us.”

“Or maybe if she does say anything, no one will believe her.” Tom’s assistant spoke up. “She has no proof, and even if she did, it could be anyone in the costume.”

“True.” The cast member added. “It just could’ve gone terribly.”

Tom looked at his assistant and the cast member, and sighed. “She was really nice, so I doubt she’ll say anything. And even if she does, there’s no proof, which means that no one is in trouble.” He adjusted himself in his chair, and crossed his arms.

“Right,” his assistant responded, then picked up her belongings. “Are you ready to go Tom?” She looked over at him, and frowned when she saw the frown that was on his face. To be honest, all Tom wanted to do was rush into the park and find you, even if just for a second. You left such a wonderful impression on him, and he would do anything to see you one more time.

This thought gave him an idea--maybe not the best one, but an idea nevertheless.

Tom, not wanting to show his hand, feigned indifference. “Um, yeah. Let me just get out of the suit, grab my things and use the restroom.” When he got up from his chair and walked over to his bag, he noticed that the back door of the dressing room was barely propped open. The main door where they entered the dressing room was on the other side of the room, which gave Tom another idea. He walked back over to the chair where he was sitting, and placed his bag on the nearby table

His manager nodded, and Tom pulled out his clothes from earlier and set them down on the table.

“Would it be possible to get a bit of privacy?” He asked as nonchalantly as he could.

“Yeah, of course.” His manager replied, “we’ll be waiting for you outside the door.” She pointed towards the door they came in, and Tom nodded his head in agreement.

“Sounds great, see you in a bit.” He began to unzip himself from the suit and watched as the two left the room. Quickly he threw off the suit, and stuffed his clothes that he came in back in his bag. He rummaged through the bag, and let out a small squeak as he saw another shirt and pair of pants.

“Now they won’t be able to spot me in a crowd.” He said to himself, and quickly began to change into his new outfit. He got dressed in record time, and ran into the bathroom to fix his appearance.

Knowing that they were still expecting him to use the restroom, he flushed the toilet without using it, washed his hands and ran back towards the door where his manager was waiting for him.

“I’m almost done, just give me like 3 more minutes.” He exclaimed through the door.

“It’s okay, take your time.” His manager answered back.

“Thanks!” He replied, and quietly made his way to the other side of the dressing room, where the other door was. If he was correct, this door would lead him to the other end of the hallway, where he’d be able to slink into the park, no problem.

He quickly and carefully opened the door, and peeked his head out of the entryway. There was no one around, and so Tom sped walked out of the door and towards the main exit. As the tunnels made sharp turns, he made sure to look before he rounded the corner to make sure the coast was clear.

The doorway was in his sight, and was less than a minute away, as long as he kept up his brisk walk.

“Please let me be able to get out, please let me be able to get out.” He pleaded to himself as he swiftly approached the door. Extending his arm outwards towards the door handle, he pushed with force and he was met with the bright sun in his eyes. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, but it didn’t take long for him to realize where he was at—in Hollywood Land, which is right next to the Avengers campus.

“Oh thank god.” He sighed in relief, “but I still have to be careful. I have to make sure no one recognizes me at all, whatsoever.” Placing his sunglasses on and putting on a white golfing cap, he set out on his most important mission today—finding you in an endless sea of people.

—- Amusement parks are great places to get lost in, due to the sheer amount of people around. It surprisingly allowed for him to have some anonymity, and because he was wandering around the park by himself, he got to cut the lines on many of the popular rides. Seeing children with smiles on their faces, couples walking around with intertwined hands, and happy families brought a lot of joy to Tom.

People weren’t lying, he thought to himself, this truly is the happiest place on earth.

Tom, of course, realized that people were still looking for him, and he just kept ignoring all of their pleading calls and texts. For once, he just wanted to feel like a real person, and not be micromanaged. And even though he was still having fun, he couldn’t stop searching the crowd for you. At first, it was exciting, but now, it feels borderline creepy.

After an hour, the insistent calls and texts ended, with the last text saying we won’t look for you, but when you’re done wandering around the park, let me know.

It’s been hours of him wandering through endless crowds of people, yet there was no sight of you anywhere. The previously warm California day had cooled down into a crisp winter night, and the cold was making the search for you less fun. Now all Tom felt was cold, tired, and hopeless.

This is just getting creepy now man, why have I spent over three hours looking for this girl? He pondered to himself. Now I’ve turned into an obsessed fan, yikes.

I have to give up. I have no other choice.

As he sat underneath the shade of the tree in New Orleans Square, he took a deep breath in, and mentally told himself to remember this feeling of happiness and solace. He knew that he would have to call his assistant back to tell her where he is, but he didn’t want this feeling of content to end so soon. As the cool winter breeze enveloped him, he smelled the delicious churro stand that was near the main walkway.

Dang that smells good, I’ve gotta get one. Or maybe two, or three…

Tom got up from his seat and walked over to the stand. The line was sparse, so it didn’t take long for him to move to the front of the line. He stood in the line and ordered two, because he couldn’t decide on an original or a s’mores churro.

“That’ll be $7.50.” The vendor said. Tom fumbled  for his wallet, yet while doing so, he dropped it on the ground beside him.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” He muttered under his breath. But before he could crouch down to pick it up, someone said—

“Here you go.”

“Cheers.” Tom held out his hand to retrieve his wallet, and looked to see who had handed it to him.

The sight of you standing there, holding his wallet, made him feel even more flustered.

“Oh, thank you.” He answered nervously, and handed the vendor a ten dollar bill. “Have a nice evening.”

“Excuse me sir, but you forgot to get your churros.” The vendor called out to him.

“Oh, that's right, huh.” He swiveled on his heels and grabbed the two churros from the vendor. “Mercy me.”

Stifling a small giggle, you clicked your tongue. “Who would’ve guessed that you would actually be like Peter.” Your eyes focused on his face turning beet red.

“Well, about that. I usually am more suave, darling.” He emphasized clearly. “But being around a pretty girl makes me nervous.”

You playfully placed your hand over your heart, and you knew that your face was getting warmer. “You’re awfully cute when you’re nervous. Now I’m nervous too, knowing that a pretty boy thinks I’m attractive.”

The both of you stood there, grinning at each other, in your own little world.

“Why did you buy two churros?” You inquired, which broke the silence between you two. “Were you planning on eating both?”

Tom glanced at you, and with a cheeky grin, he answered, “no love, I knew I was going to run into you, which is why I bought two.”

“Oh god.” You guffawed. “That was terrible acting. I’m surprised you still get gigs.” Extending your arm, you playfully tapped his shoulder. “You might want to look into a different profession.”

Tom gasped, rather dramatically. “Oi! That was incredibly rude.” He stated, his tone heavy with sarcasm. “I’m off the clock now.”

That comment earned a genuine laugh out of you, and Tom’s laughter mixed with yours, creating a wondrous sound. Hearing his laugh was something you knew you could never get tired of listening to. You wished you could stay in this memory forever.

“So, which churro would you like?” Tom asked, holding out both churros in front of him.

“The s’mores one please.”

You grabbed it from his hand, and your fingertips touched for a brief second. It was electrifying, but you moved away before it became awkward. You looked up at Tom, and noticed his face was pink, eyes wide with joy. It was cute seeing him so flustered and wide-eyed, and you couldn’t help but notice how his mannerisms really were like Peter’s. Or Peter’s were like his. Regardless, it didn’t stop you from thinking he was the cutest thing in the world.

A family hurriedly walked past you and Tom,  which broke the bubble of your little world. Looking down at your shoes, you took a step sideways. “We should probably get out of everyone’s way.”

“Yeah.” He piped up, and led you back towards the center of the park. You wove through the large crowds of people, dodging people who were waking in the opposite direction. Someone nearby started speaking in a different language, and the curiosity in you made you turn your head to see who it was. Tom, who turned around to make sure you were still behind him, noticed your gaze astray, so without thinking, he reached and grabbed your hand.

Instinctively, you pulled your hand away before seeing who had grabbed it. Yet, when you saw Tom standing still, still holding his hand out, you reached out for it.

“Sorry, I didn’t know who’s hand I was holding.” You sheepishly answered.

“It’s good love, sorry for startling you.”

Instead of responding, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and off you two went. It didn’t take long to find a place to sit, right below the shady tree where Tom sat just a few minutes ago. Before you sat down, Tom dusted the cement block with his hand and motioned for you to sit.

What a gentleman, you thought. You sat down next to him just close enough for your knees to touch. You both sat in silence as you ate and took in the moment. Tom looked over at you with the same kind eyes that he’s looked at you all day with.

“You know,” he paused, “I just realized I didn’t get your name; how embarrassing.” Tom admitted while looking down at his shoes.

You told him your name, and Tom held out his hand for you to shake. You did so, and you noticed Tom didn’t pull his hand away. Reluctantly, you pulled your hand away and took another bite of your churro. Tom followed suit, and neither of you spoke for a minute. The silence between you was comfortable, and you both spent a few minutes just enjoying each other’s company.

“Do you mind if I say something?” Tom asked, breaking the silence.

“Of course, ask away.” You answered back. You looked at him with curious eyes, and watched as Tom carefully thought about what he was going to say.

“Well, I’m surprised you’re treating me so…regularly. You haven’t bombarded me with questions about being famous.”

“And?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m not used to it, that’s all. I’m surprised you’re treating me so normally.”

Tom’s response made you feel a bit sad for him, knowing that he’s so used to people wanting something out of him. Fame, money, or bragging rights, but you didn’t want any of those things from him. He just seemed like a nice person, and you enjoyed your conversation that you had with him while he was portraying Peter. You took a minute before responding to make sure what you wanted to convey was worded properly.

“I know you’re famous, and that’s cool, but you’re also just a regular person. One who buys two churros because they can’t make up their mind--and one who eats and gets cinnamon sugar all over their face.”

You watched Tom’s eyes wide, and you giggled as he wiped his face with his sleeve. “All good?” He asked inquisitively, and you nodded your head yes.

“I am treating you like a real person, because you are.” You continued, and flashed Tom a soft smile. His face softened at your response, and he smiled back.

“Thank you.” He whispered, and turned his face away from you. You noticed he was blushing, but you didn’t want to say anything to embarrass him. Instead, you looked into the crowd of people and smiled once more.

“You know, people weren’t lying about this place.” You spoke up before you took another bite of the churro. You noticed Tom’s gaze came back to you, and his face was still slightly pink.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” He asked politely, waiting for your response.

“This really is the happiest place on earth.” You beamed, looking Tom in the eyes.

Without skipping a beat, Tom answered back.

“Undoubtedly.”

#tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland one shot #tom holland one shots #tom holland and y/n #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland spiderman #spiderman x y/n

[christmascoles]

i love you.

Summary: you must find a way to resolve the problem in your marriage

Tags : kissing, family, marriage, dad!criston, sfw, breastfeeding, age difference

When Rhaenyra Targaryen died, King Aegon took the throne. He ruled the realm with the help of King Hand Criston Cole and his mother Alicent Hightower. It had been a bloody war, both sides were exhausted. Dragons and lives were sacrificed. You were Cregan Stark's daughter. Your father was Cregan Stark himself. It was hard for everyone to get through it. And yet they did. Cregan Stark and Aegon Targaryen made a pact to strengthen their bond. Aegon Targaryen had no heir, but his loyal hand Criston Cole was single. He was a strong and intelligent man. He was not old enough to die of natural causes and was the best fighter in the realm. Cregan Stark accepted the offer and began preparations to marry his daughter to Criston Cole.

 When you first heard this, you were scared and surprised. Living in the Red Keep had always been a dream, but you were born in Winterfell. You had never experienced life in the Red Keep before. And the man you were to marry was Criston Cole, Hand of the King, The Kingmaker. You did not know him. All you knew about him was that he had lived in the Stormlands in the past. He was born in Blackhaven. And that was it.

 You remember the day you met him. His hard, emotionless gaze. You sensed then what was wrong with your future husband. He was a tough man who had seen war. You were a girl interested in fun and love. You didn't see him again until your wedding. One spring day at the Red Castle, witnessed by the Seven Gods, the two of you were married. Criston kissed your lips for the first time. It was your favorite thing about his wedding. Criston kissing you. He refused to attend the bed ceremony. You didn't want to either. So you undressed each other in a room with just you and him. When he kissed you, you trembled. But it wasn't fear, it was pure excitement. "You don't have to be afraid." Criston said. You weren't afraid, you just wanted it so badly that you thought you would be ashamed if you showed it. When you lay down on the bed, Criston touched you in any way you wanted. He stopped where you wanted to stop, which was almost never.

 Two months after your first night, you were pregnant. Criston was very happy and made sure everything was in order until you held your baby in your arms. He massaged your shoulders when you were tired. When you were embarrassed and said you didn't need it, he said, "You're carrying our child." He always made sure you had at least two maids at your side. Your second pregnancy was no different from the first. Criston treated you with the same care. He took care of your son. When your daughter was born, you could see the happiness on Criston's face. He embraced her with love, as if this was the moment he had been waiting for all his life. He was a wonderful husband. There was no doubt about that. You spent your days as happy, peaceful and relaxed as any woman in most realms can be. You thanked the old gods many times for allowing this marriage to take place.

 "Mother! How do I look?" Tristen said.

 "You going to train with your father?"

 Your son Tristen who is only 8 years old, smiled. He knew you thought he was too young for the trainings. But he wanted to do it anyway. Even though his father was very busy with his duty, he had time for him and Tristen enjoyed it very much. The moment the door opened, Cayra in the crib began to cry.

 "I'm sorry! Did I wake her?"

 It was Criston who came in. He went to the crib and picked up his daughter lying in it. He rocked her gently and stroked her back. "Okay, sweet girl. Daddy's here..." Cayra laughed. Criston laughed at his daughter's laughter. "What's so funny, little lady?"

 “She loves you." You said.

Criston kissed his daughter's forehead.

 "I love her too. Y/N why don't you come with us to the courtyard and Tristen will be happy."

 You enjoyed every second you spent with them. So you accepted the offer. You all went down to the garden and watched your son and husband while your lady carried your baby in the back. Criston has been a good and faithful husband to you since the day you were married. He cares about your feelings and respects your marriage. That's what a woman would want, isn't it? No, no, no, no, no, no. You wanted love. You were waiting for the day when Criston would look at you with love. You gave him two children to see that day. He took care of you and looked after you. You slept together, your sex life was normal. But that's all. Deep down, you thought rumors was true. The first person you heard it from was Lady Alicent Hightower. She hinted to you that Criston still pines for the late Princess Rhaenyra. Since that day, you have been filled with rage.

 "You're wonderful, my son. Isn't he wonderful, Lusia?"

 "Yes, my lady, no doubt your son will be a great lord in the future."

 "He might even be a knight." You said. You would have loved your son to be a brave knight like your husband. You watched them for a while and then went back to your room to breastfeed your daughter.

 After putting your daughter in her crib, you left the room and went down to the courtyard to see if they were still practicing. No, they were gone. In the evening Criston didn't join for dinner. You

missed your husband. Tristen understood that too. That's why he tried to savor every moment you had as a family. You stroked his dark hair. He looked just like his father.

 "Soon you will be a great warrior."

 "I hope so. My father says I'm hopeless."

 "You know your father."

 He laughed and nodded his head approvingly. After dinner was over, you went to your room to rest. Your lady dressed you in your nightgown and you lay down on the large bed. You tried to sleep for a while, but thoughts haunted you. Knowing that your husband was in love with another woman kept you awake. After a while the door to the room opened and Criston came in. He took off his clothes. He didn't have to wear armor anymore, so he dressed like an ordinary lord. He lay down on the bed. "I'm sorry I couldn't join you for dinner. I had a lot of work." He said. You said nothing. Your eyes were closed. "What do you want to say, Lady Wife? Tell me and get it over with." He said.

 You realized you couldn't take it anymore.

 "Do you love me?" Criston paused for a second or two and answered your question. "Of course I do. Why do you ask that?"

 "More than Rhaenyra?"

 Criston frowned. He straightened up.

 "What do you mean? I don't love Rhaenyra. You don't believe the nonsense gossip the mushroom tells, do you?"

 "Queen Alicent told me." You said.

 Criston looked at you for a moment. He didn't know what to say. He had always wanted to talk to you about it, but he thought you wouldn't believe him, so he never did. But the day had come and you wanted to talk about it.

 "Rhaenyra and I had something in the past. It's true... but I don't feel anything for her anymore. The only thing I think about her is how much I regret it. I wish I had never broken my vow and never been with her-"

 You put your arms around him. You couldn't remember the last time you hugged your husband. Maybe the last time you hugged was during sex. So you kissed his warm neck with great desire and love.

 "She was my regret. You were my best chance. You pulled me out of that darkness and war."

 When you heard these words from your husband, your heart softened. Until that moment you had not realized how much you loved him.

 "My soul is too old to love you, Y/N Cole. But I adore you... I would live, die and kill for you."

 "I love you so much." You said.

 He smiled. When you lay back on the bed, he held you in his strong arms. He stroked and smelled your silky hair. His murmurs sounded like a song to you. Deep inside you were madly in love with him. And it was time to let it out. Time was marching on and you only live once. Fate had brought you together. You kissed his hand on your breast. He kissed your neck in return. When he was about to kiss you again, you turned your head and kissed his lips. He didn't pull back and your lips stayed on each other for a while without moving. They parted with a wet sound. You loved her dark brown eyes. When he looked at you you felt like you were the only woman in the world.

 "The kids don't tire you out much, do they?"

 "I like taking care of them, but Tristen is very interested in swords. He's dying to learn something."

 "I wish I could devote all my time to them. But you know.. the king is not himself. We can only ease his pain with milk of the poppy. In the meantime, I have to take care of everything,"

 "And what will happen?"

 "Maesters said it is not fatal, only that he will suffer for the rest of his life. Nevertheless, he married with Velaryon girl and has a new heir. I think everything is going well. Boy is healthy and ready to rule after him."

 You put your hands on his.

 "I need you, husband."

 Criston was about to lean in and kiss you, but you stopped him.

 "It's not like that. I need you, for love."

 "I know you care for the children and I know you love them very much. But the old gods! Look at me. I love you so much. Not just because you're the father of my children or because you're my husband. but because you are Criston Cole."

 "I've fallen in love with you and I don't know what to do with that love. Sometimes it drives me crazy because... because I hear them say your mind is still in the past."

 "Hush." Criston said.

 "You are my past and my future, wife. Forgive me if I have not made you feel my love."

 You closed your eyes in arms you felt safe in. You shouldn't be angry that you were so in love with him. Or for meeting him so late, you were finally together. Your family was expanding and over the years your love for each other had grown. "I love you." Criston Cole said in your ear. You fell asleep after a while, feeling his sweet breath on your skin.

#criston cole x reader #criston cole x you #ser criston cole x reader #house of the dragon #sfw

[thatboreddrake]

Castellans of the Shaded Castle:

Wanted to include this with yesterday's post, but that one took longer to explain than I expected. More of a mini-theory/headcanon, but I feel like it fits well.

As usual, we start with our research (item descriptions as always):

Marais Mask: "Mask in the image of a white-haired young noble. Customarily worn by the head of House Marais. Increases arcane. The Marais family has a dual history spanning generations, serving as both executioners and castellans of the Shaded Castle. This mask bears the likeness of the first of their line."

Fact #1: the Marais family has inhabited the Shaded Castle and served as executioners for a very long time (unclear how long)

Fact #2: the Marais Mask boosts Arcane, a stat which among other things increases build-up for bleed and poison. For our purposes, we'll be focusing on the poison.

Fact #3: the Shaded Castle is built directly on top of a poisonous swamp.

Poison Armament: "Those who dwell within poison know rot all too well. The death that begets life, that comes to all equally. That is to say: it is the cycle of rebirth put into practice."

Fact #4: poison has a direct connection to rot and death as a method of rebirth.

House Marais has operated as bringers of death, executioners, for an unspecified length of time. Given its hidden and out of the way location, I presume that they have operated since before the establishment of the Golden Order.

Mushroom Crown: "Long ago, great lords served the scarlet rot. Perhaps such fungal bodies served as their crowns."

I propose that these "great lords" were indeed the scions of House Marais, representing death and its connection to rot, decay, and eventual rebirth. They well understand the importance of rot and death in the cycle of death and rebirth, dwelling in a castle beset by poison.

Mushroom Head: "To those enraptured by the scarlet rot, they are holy vestments that root one to the earth."

They built the Shaded Castle either on top of a poison swamp or cultivated the swamp because poison and fungus is sacred to worshipers of rot. Then, the Golden Order comes along, the god of rot is sealed, and House Marais elects to bend the knee and become executioners for the new regime rather than go down with the ship. I believe this is supported because the Marais Robe is incredibly similar to the Official's Attire, worn by Marika's Inquisition (Ghiza).

See what I mean? Anyway, fast-forward to the present day (ish).

Antspur Rapier: "Scarlet rot is an old legend, of which Maleigh Marais of the Shaded Castle was a private believer. And indeed, he eventually found his own personal goddess."

The Marais line carries the legend of the god of rot with it, but it is a closely guarded secret among the heads of the family. Marika would not take kindly to her executioners continuing with their heretical religion.

Marais Robe: "The sons of House Marais are all sickly born. Little wonder that Maleigh Marais would be so beguiled by the beautiful and fierce goddess who was born into rot."

Maleigh Marais becomes the head of the family. Considering that the family is consistently in "not great" health, I would imagine he's pretty young when he takes over this role. Naturally, he has official duties to attend to, mostly ceremonial (there's not been much need for executions since the end of the Second Liurnian War). Anyway, he's at court in Leyndell one day for some reason or another and encounters the Twin offspring of Queen Marika and King Consort Radagon.

He is captivated by Malenia, both for her beauty and for her position as the vessel of the rot god. This is about the time when the Twins are preparing to leave Leyndell and establish the Haligtree. Given the Shaded Castle's secluded location, it's the perfect spot to offer inconspicuous passage to the Consecrated Snowfield (remember that the Forbidden Lands are strictly off-limits). Eager to prove himself to his goddess, Marais offers his services. Miquella is skeptical of his intentions: people feel sorry for his sister, but they are never as nonchalant about her curse as Marais is. However, he needs his help so they strike a deal to use the Shaded Castle as a port (this part of the lore courtesy of @catcas22).

In return, Maleigh requests a simple boon: a token of Malenia's favor. Perhaps he could serve as caretaker of her prostheses when she outgrows them?

Valkyrie’s Prosthesis: "When Maleigh Marais, Lord of the Shaded Castle, embraced this prosthesis, he claimed to feel the presence of his personal goddess."

Obviously, this prosthesis is protagonist-sized, as it fits Millicent perfectly. Thus, it must have been one of Malenia's earlier models from before she grew to demigod stature. This is largely why I say that Maleigh became involved with the Twins early in the Haligtree's development. I imagine that this was the first prosthesis that Malenia granted to him, thus explaining why this one was particularly special to him.

So, yeah

Conclusion: House Marais served as executioners to continue the cycle of life, death, and rebirth during an age when the god of rot was a natural part of the world, and Maleigh was thus enchanted by Malenia as the return of his family's deity.

#elden ring #lore theory #malenia blade of miquella #maleigh marais #miquella the unalloyed #I love reading item descriptions #am I wrong? probably #was this fun? absolutely

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough, Ch 8

Some hints that Isabella's affection for Catherine may not be all that it seems, starting with this, "Isabella having gone through the usual ceremonial of meeting her friend with the most smiling and affectionate haste" and then Isabella taking an entire three minutes to abandon her friend to dance.

I love this part:

She could not help being vexed at the non-appearance of Mr. Thorpe, for she not only longed to be dancing, but was likewise aware that, as the real dignity of her situation could not be known, she was sharing with the scores of other young ladies still sitting down all the discredit of wanting a partner. To be disgraced in the eye of the world, to wear the appearance of infamy while her heart is all purity, her actions all innocence, and the misconduct of another the true source of her debasement, is one of those circumstances which peculiarly belong to the heroine’s life, and her fortitude under it what particularly dignifies her character. Catherine had fortitude too; she suffered, but no murmur passed her lips.

This sentiment is so real, it's like assuring the waitress that you aren't at the café alone and your boyfriend is coming. Catherine wants people to know that she has a partner! She's not unselected and unknown. It doesn't matter that she may never see these people again, the disgrace is real.

Then worse (!) she finally sees Mr. Tilney again but she can't dance with him! The horrors! I love how Catherine doesn't fall for the "mistakes sibling for spouse" trope, which continues to happen in fiction to this day, but instantly realizes that Henry is with his sister.

Thorpe finally appears (ug) and he doesn't have any good excuse for keeping Catherine waiting. However, this reminds me of three other men:

of the horses and dogs of the friend whom he had just left, and of a proposed exchange of terriers between them

We know that Mr. Rushworth of Mansfield Park also annoyed a woman by talking too much of horses (his "sport" would include this) and dogs:

Maria, with only Mr. Rushworth to attend to her, and doomed to the repeated details of his day’s sport, good or bad, his boast of his dogs, his jealousy of his neighbours, his doubts of their qualifications, and his zeal after poachers, subjects which will not find their way to female feelings without some talent on one side or some attachment on the other Mansfield Park, Ch 12

Also, Sir John and Willoughby are arranging the exchange of some terriers:

Such a scoundrel of a fellow! such a deceitful dog! It was only the last time they met that he had offered him one of Folly’s puppies! and this was the end of it! Sense & Sensibility, Ch 32

Now I'm sure a big part of these quote aligning is just the era and being gentry, them with their fancy horses and fancy dogs, but both Rushworth and Sir John notably can't really talk to women, I think we can easily argue that Thorpe is in the same camp. And inconsiderate Tom Bertram delayed another woman from dancing with concern about horses:

He came towards their little circle; but instead of asking her to dance, drew a chair near her, and gave her an account of the present state of a sick horse, and the opinion of the groom Mansfield Park, Ch 12

The real problem here is that men are putting their concerns above doing a duty or a kindness to a woman. Sir John gets away with his devotion to hunting because he is very kind and accommodating otherwise, but John Thorpe, Mr. Rushworth, and Tom Bertram especially really show their selfishness and self-absorption in these scenes.

ANYWAY, joy of joys, Catherine is introduced to Eleanor Tilney, who seems like 10,000,000% more rational and genuine than Miss Thorpe:

Her manners showed good sense and good breeding; they were neither shy nor affectedly open; and she seemed capable of being young, attractive, and at a ball without wanting to fix the attention of every man near her, and without exaggerated feelings of ecstatic delight or inconceivable vexation on every little trifling occurrence.

Catherine does not immediately become friends with Eleanor, but engages in the very small talk that Henry spoofed back in Ch 3.

The faithless "faithful Isabella" reappears, but she's far too absorbed with James to really focus on Catherine, no matter what she claims. Both Catherine and Isabella refuse to dance with their partners more than once, though like Willoughby and Marianne, Isabella and James don't find new partners but instead talk with each other. Poor Catherine barely spends any time with Mr. Tilney as he got bored and danced with someone else.

Now, we know Catherine is already half in love with Henry at this point, but what is he thinking about her? He does seem to have sought her out and he asks her to dance again. This may just be polite, and he certainly feels that nothing is keeping him from finding another partner. I would say he probably enjoyed the first dance and is happy to see her again, but I doubt he's been dreaming of her...

#northanger abbey readthrough #ch 8 #northanger abbey #henry tilney #eleanor tilney #john thorpe #james morland #isabella “faithful” thorpe

[rinwritesfics]

The Wedding - Part 1

Plot: You’ve been invited to the wedding of the millennia, but as a senator it is determined that you need an escort. Fox offers to be your plus-one to keep you safe.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1013

Author’s Note: I contemplated making this part three words shorter, but removing words from Fox feels like a crime. Special thanks to my partner for the massive help with this one.

Part 1

“Senator, if I may speak freely,” said Commander Fox, his voice modulated by his helmet. He walked up behind you as you stared into the full-size mirror in your office, but didn’t get very close.

“Only if it’s constructive criticism,” you sighed, struggling to affix a ceremonial piece to your attire as you looked into the mirror. As the planetary representative, you had certain expectations thrust upon you for the wedding you were going to. Not to mention your ancestry. “Because if you plan to swear me out of this, I must insist you don’t.”

He cocked his head, then straightened and took the helmet off. His handsome face that harbored a couple scars and a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose came into view and you had to steel yourself. No matter how many soldiers showed their faces, each one was similar, but different. And Commander Fox’s sure took your attention quicker than anyone else’s, especially with his salt-and-pepper curly hair on top, standing out from the short sides and back.

“I don’t believe this is a safe decision. You are safer staying back and viewing this event rather than showing up.”

“And if I do that, then what kind of senator am I? This is the royal marriage. My people have been waiting on this for a decade. I am no more important than our leaders. These two families are joining and uniting my planet again, and for once, they like each other. We almost fell into war and got knocked out of the Republic. I’m not hiding away while my planet shows we are still deserving to have this seat at the table. This is an expectation of both my station and of my family name.”

You turned around, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “How did you find out, anyway? Does everyone know I’m leaving for this wedding?”

The Commander nodded and you scoffed, then said, “In a building where many things are a secret, there are suspiciously few secrets around here.”

Commander Fox blinked, trying to hold back a smile, then shrugged. “Are you taking a plus-one we need to be worried about?”

You made a face. “No, Commander.”

He stood at attention. “Then I will be there with you.”

You raised your eyebrow, then broke into a laugh. “You certainly will not.”

“The other senators will insist one of us must go with you.”

“I’ll be fine! There’s nothing to be concerned about! There will be plenty of security there as it is!”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice.”

“Ha! And what will happen when you are recognized? Or any of the others?”

He stopped, brow furrowing in thought.

“Exactly. I will be fine. I may get a little tipsy from the bubbly if I’m having too much fun, but I’ll be fine.”

. . .

Fuming. That’s what you were. You were positively fuming the next day. “I don’t need an escort!” you exclaimed, eyes wide in frustration.

“I’m afraid we must insist, Senator,” said the Supreme Chancellor. “It is for your own safety, and the safety and strength of the Republic.”

“And what if he is needed here? How is it so important to send the head of the Coruscant Guard? He doesn’t need to babysit me!”

“It’s not babysitting. Do you have a problem with the Commander?”

“Again, I reiterate he is the leader of the Guard, and in the position of leadership it would be inappropriate for him to attend.”

“In the position of leadership, it is also up to him to decide which jobs require the most discretion and how to carry them out. His men are capable of working while he is gone, and he himself has volunteered.”

Your mouth closed into a firm line.

“Any other concerns?”

You grumbled, “I formally withdraw my complaint.”

The Supreme Chancellor clapped his hands once, far too gleeful not to be up to something. “Excellent! Have a wonderful time!”

He then left you with Fox, who was still in full kit and had his hands behind his back.

You sighed. “I’m definitely going to need to have a little extra alcohol in my system for this.”

. . .

You straightened out your travel attire once more and awaited Fox’s arrival at your senate apartment. The thought of slipping away had occurred to you, but the likelihood of you getting far was about as close to zero as you could get. In fact, you had been halfway through planning your attempt when you realized it was impossible unless you were a Jedi – or part of the Guard.

The door chime startles you from your thoughts and you allow them entry. Your breath catches.

Fox was in a nice suit. It wasn’t a formal suit, but it was definitely a Coruscanti leisure suit. And he looked damn good as the suit fitted perfectly at his shoulders.

You cleared your throat, attempting to hide your thoughts. “And here I was expecting you to be in your usual armor.”

He shrugged. “Easier to blend in without it. Shall we, Senator?”

You picked up your two bags and nodded. “We shall.”

He escorted you to the landing pad, his eyes darting around for threats and at the same time pointedly not making eye contact with the rest of the Guard. A part of you, the nosy part, would have given anything to know what they were thinking. The rest of your thoughts had an idea what it might be, knowing how professional the commander was. And you didn’t want to make the commander uncomfortable. He deserved better than that.

As he allowed you to step up the ramp first, you turned to him and said, “Last chance to not get stuck at a party with stuffy people.”

A slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips for the first time and he said, “Can’t get rid of me that easily, Senator.”

You grinned. “Figured I would offer, Commander.”

He stepped onto the ship after you and the ramp closed. There was no turning back now.

Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

Taglist for this: @fakegingerr, @liana-07 (I didn't forget!)

#tcw fox #tcw commander fox #tcw fox x reader #clone x reader bingo #cfb2023

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 21- Lorelai's Graduation Day, Aka The Best Episode That Ever Episoded, My Heart Will Soon Be Asploded. Part 2

Read part 1 and all other commentary here

Yesterday I realized I've been doing these little insane ramblings of mine on Tumblr for over a year now! If it took me a year to watch two seasons, I guess I'll see ya'll in September 2024 for the conclusion of season 4. Anyway, Lorelai is about to have the Consequences Of Her Actions thrown in her face in just a moment, which is something I enjoy seeing.

Luke and Lorelai have to kiss and make up in this episode or the next, I would think? I don't remember any unresolved animosity between them going into the third season. But what do I know after not seeing this show for 3 years.

How's that "Trying to avoid someone in a small town" thing working out for you, dear?

Lorelai: "I guess it was inevitable we'd run into each other. It is a very tiny community." Ya think? Lor: How's the diner? Luke: It's still there. Except in your absence, an extra table opened up for somebody who will actually pay for their food. Lor: Hey Luke, do you think we could talk? Luke: No, I gotta go. Although I haven't watched Teach me Tonight in years, I can still go off of what other people have told me about what went down and Luke is pysssssed.

There has GOT to be some kind of Emmy award for fake food presentation. Rory has shown up on Gramma and Grammpa's door step wanting to talk about something. Seems as if she's going behind Lorelai's back to invite Emily and Richard to her graduation ceremony and she makes a pitch to them. Again, my memory is foggy but I do know they attend the ceremony, I think Emily arrives with a professional photographer? Which annoys Lorelai., and pleases me. Rory: As you know, Mom's been going to business school for three years. What??? Huh? 3 years? Someone please school me on whether this "Lorelai goes to night school" was actually mentioned any time before the last few episodes, or if this is just something that was made up in the name of TV Convenience.

Debatable. Later that day, back at the Gilmore abode... Lorelai mentions she is going to Hartford Community College. Did I google whether or not such a school exists? You bet your sweet bippy I did. The answer: there is no such place (although there are two community colleges in Hartford).

I'm at a payphone, trying to call home, all of my change I spent on you... Let's just enjoy little bit of Literati On The Phone apprecation.

ARGH! My little lovesick stepcousins!!! 💔🐶💔🐶

The next day at Chilton, Rory is so lovesick for her long distance stepcousin that her mind is completely lost in outerspace even while her local lover Paris Geller rambles on about authors and half eaten bananas. It matters not, but how did Rory ever get away with playing hooky?

NO NO NO NO. NO. WHAT? NO! WHY! NO!

Going years between viewings is a game of Memory Roulette for me and honestly that's what makes this fun. Like, what insipid detail will I remember at the same time that I'm forgetting something vitally important? More importantly, what horrible surprises have I let lapse in my memory? When should I be wary of Dean/ and or Crusty lurking around the corner? The answer is always. As you can see, you can never let your guard down and say "Huh, I haven't seen Dean and/ or Crusty in a while", because they can strike at any time.

Okay, okay, calm down Salty. The future is incredibly bleak on the Christopher front after this episode, but in this particular episode, he Lores his way through a 1 minute phone conversation and that's the end of him.

Look, Lore, I know we're often at odds with each other and normally I'd say something like "I hope you open the basket and a nest of angry hornets flies out at you", but this time LORE, I'm imploring you, do not open a box from Crusty Hayden.

Michel says he refused to touch the package which is good because you don’t want to get your fingerprints on it and become an accomplice in a CrustyCrime.

So, a bowling ball or a human head.

A BOMB? No, no, he's not that smart. All I know is it better not be a fucking engagement ring or something (a heavy one)

Other contents of the CrustyBasket: A youth hostel card, a disposable camera, a manual for job hunters, an application to join the Army (She really could use some humbling by a nasty drill seargant who doesn't put up with her crap, so I'd advise she keep that), a DVD of The Graduate. Okay, okay, I get his shtick here. Haha, Lorelai is an adult graduate so it'll be a hoot to give her stuff that's like, for a teenage graduate instead. So funny. (oh the irony that a high school graduation is something she barely scraped by on realizing for no other reason than you planting your Crusty Sperm in her).

However, based on Lore's reaction to the necklace, this thing is still emotionally weighty and she is not amused. To her shock and dismay, (He claims) it's even real pearl and not just something that dropped out of a gumball machine like the QuarterOnAString Dean gave to Rory.

THE NERVE. He can't come to the graduation because of reasons and we will take it and not question his motives, as this may be one of the last (nearly) Crusty free episodes in a while. Ugh. But with him and Dean both out of the picture for the rest of the episode, the Stepcousins can finally begin their big city adventure. Stay tuned for part 3!

#denise rewatches gilmore girls #jess mariano #rory gilmore #gilmore girls season 2 #lorelais graduation day #crusty #milo ventimiglia #hot dog #stepcousins in the city #stepcousins eating hot dogs

[ele-sme]

Noccoro (pt 1?)

That morning stated wrong, and not only for the human boy but for the forest too. It was a raining day, and when it stopped to rain, all the earth was mud now. Which would be a problem at all, if only that day weren't programm a important ceremony. So important that all humans were invited too, but obviously it had been canceled because of the rain. And people of the clan, especially olders, wasted no time to say it was Jake fault for allowing the humans to the ceremony. Spider could only think two things: first of all, poor Jake, he had a hard time to adapt to the clan but still someone thought of him as a alien, even if that man was litteraly Toruk Maktao poor guy,Spider could only though. The second thought was that Jake didn't ask the humans to be there, it was Mo'at, the Tsahik, many were the humans who converted to Eywa, there were even humans that didn't have Avatar bodies, but they belived in Eywa anyway. That was afascinating according to the tsahik, they believed even without the connection, that was real faith she often said. Anyway when Spider discovered there wouldn't be any ceremony that day he decided to study a little since his exams were close. Many scientists refused to have ignorant children, so Norm and Max accepted to institute a school only for humans, that school was different from the one Na'vi attended. It started at Seven and with a program that on earth middle school students started. Now Spider was at his penultimate year, he had an exam on Giovanni Verga and Julius Caesar, they were vary far from eachother but as Spider teacher said often "it will help you to remember things well" except it was not. After a hour of studying those two, he received a visit.

"Hey" Neteyam said coming in his room, all wet, it might started rain again.

"Hi" Spider responded looking up from his book, a smile creating in his face.

Neteyam closed the door and putted the lock on it, then he sitted down next to Spider and his desk. The other boy turned to the other.

"The ceremony is postponed to next week" Neteyam announced.

"Which day?"

"Tuesday"

Spider maked an annoying sound clicking his tongue, "I have the exams that day" he responded, that ceremony, a so much big occasion, all humans allows and he had his stupids exams.

"Skip them" the other said, making Spider eyes light up at the thought, going there, skipping the exams.

"I can't" the human responded, biting his bottom lip.

"Why no? You are one of the best in your class, you have great grades, why can't you skip one exam once?" The blue guy asked.

Spider thinked for a few seconds, evaluating if go or not.

"Alright i won't do the exams" he said and the other boy maked a victory punch in the air.

They both laughed

"You are a bad influence to me" the human said after some more laughing, making them start to laugh again.

Neteyam stopped to laugh and he looked at the boy, who continued to giggle.

"You know, you are so beautiful without the mask" Neteyam said, and Spider cheeks taked a red colour.

"Is the door closed?" The human asked to the Na'vi who nodded, his gaze wasn't at the boy eyes but at his lips, thinking maybe how they tested even if he already knew.

"If you want to" Spider said, now he looked at the other lips too "you may" he continued.

Neteyam didn't hesitate and jumped on the other lips.

Spider was the one who kissed hard, and Neteyam was the one who kissed with passion.

mouth on mouth,

Saliva tripping,

tongues danced.

They're kiss, weren't like others kiss they gave.

Although they were their first kiss, they stopped talking after they gave it.

A year without talking, only knowing what was going on through the others,

Torture.

Poor them, in return they had had the opportunity to practice their kisses.

Neteyam, courted some girl his mom liked.

Spider, having some girlfriends and boyfriends.

In the end, Neteyam ended the relationship with that girl, and even if his mother was angry she couldn't do anything about it.

Neteyam had come to Spider immediately after he broken off whatever he had, Spider who lefted his girlfriend some weeks before had taken him in his arms.

After some other minutes of making out they layed down on the floor, a pillow to make them comfortable.

They were chatting, hand in hand, talking about the future, and how much they liked eachother. Then Spider became silent.

"What is it?" Neteyam asked confused at the other.

"We can't tell anyone about this" Spider said, they knew, they haven't talked about that but it was clear, if Neytiri finded out not even Eywa could have protected Spider.

Neteyam face went from confusion to sadness.

"One day" Neteyam said, hopeness in his tone

"Yes, you are right maybe one day" Spider lied.

That day couldn't come, maybe if he had an avatar, but he didn't have one, and he doubt that for his eighteen birthday he would have received one.

A knock came from the locked door

"Neteyam it's time you go, Spider his mom ask if you can stop teaching him" Norm voice said.

As a cover for Neteyam to stay and being with Spider, they said that Spider was giving him some private lesson, everyone taught it was history or math, but it was kissing.

"All right" Neteyam said with a annoyed tone, and after he give his boyfriend a kiss on the lips he got out.

Spider couldn't do anything if not putting himself in bed and cry for what he had that one future (very far away he hoped) he couldn't have anymore.

They are like 15 and 14, some weeks or months before the RDA came back. I actually really like making them, but i have the sensation i write them cringe. Do you think this too?

#avatar spider #avatar 2 #miles spider socorro #avatar fanfiction #neteyam #i am in my nocorro era omg #i need more nocorro fics in my life #nocorro #kissing

[sjofn-lofnsdottr]

Marriage

In honor of my 20th wedding anniversary, here are some more Mercuriel/Vezin pictures. I suppose could show off their wedding a little. It's thematic. I'm also probably going to ramble.

I have said it before, and I'll say it again: their relationship is weird, but it works for them.

Funny little story about this, too. When he picked the game back up again, about a month later I married my friend @petitfarron because he wanted the glamour bits for his catgirl, etc. Vezin attended the wedding, of course, and commented "Just so you know, I'm not marrying one of your dudes."

I wanted to know why, of course, not that it really occurred to me that it was a thing we should do. We'd gotten married on a MUD (uhhh like 25 years ago, Jesus Christ) (it's where we met, we're not just old, we're old turbonerds) and I figured that was all the video game marriage we warranted anyway. HOWEVER, once he told me the reason, which he said upfront was completely irrational, I found it incredibly funny.

You see, he didn't want to marry one of my boys, because it would be marrying a dude, and that's kind of gay, which he is not (he and I are both straight). I pointed out he is a catgirl, doesn't that make it ... not-gay? He replied he is a man, though. I pointed out I am a woman, a woman literally married to him, so ...? And he stressed again, it was IRRATIONAL shut UP.

Basically, fellas is it gay to marry your wife if she's playing a dude and you're playing a chick? According to my husband's irrational brain, yes.

So imagine my enormous amusement when he sent me a code for a bracelet with the message USE ON MERC

Of course, when I asked, "What happened to it being gay?" he replied, "It's still a little gay." So there you go. FFXIV turned my husband gay. But only a little.

Also holy shit was he a bridezilla, it cracked me up. Whenever Farron and I get married or renew our vows, we always have a little fuss over who has to carry the stupid bouquet. That is not a problem with Vezin. I could not pry the bouquet out of my husband's hands if I tried. He had Firm Opinions on what colors to pick, the music, what I should wear. It was adorable. He and I were equal partners planning our real wedding, but our fake one? HE WAS THE BRIDE IT WAS HIS DAY RARGH

We even did the book signing ceremony, because he wanted "as few moogles as possible." Because Vezin-the-character fuckin' hates them.

You cannot tell me they're not plotting something in that last shot.

And then they made their getaway.

During the cursed lalafel time, we decided to renew our vows for the hell of it.

Once again, he demanded to carry the bouquet and this time apparently wanted our entrance to be as ridiculous as possible. I think we managed it.

I did enjoy seeing how different the camera is when both participants are tiny monsters.

The bouquet being almost as big as Vezin: also delightful.

Any time I fantasia into a lalafel (which I only ever do because my spouse has), I am always mad about how cute they look.

Alright, I think that's enough self-indulgent rambling for now. <3

#ffxiv #mercuriel and vezin #long post #eternal bonding #christ twenty years #there are people in my FC who were still in diapers back then

[merv606]

Puritianverse idea, kinda dark.

Though they will only wed when their Omega at the legal age of 20, and nothing will happen before then except for supervised visits, adult Alphas select their future Omegas in a Selection Ceremony when they are 16. This is done so that Omegas can be trained and molded to fit their personal Alphas likes and needs, and be taught how to be a proper helpmate in the four years until they are wed.

Daniel is very frightened at the Ceremony, and is nervous that he will be chosen by an Alpha who will be cruel to him, or worse—will not bless him with pups or attend Church. While waiting to be selected and brought on stage to be bid upon, Daniel decides to pray, hoping that the Lord will hear his pleas. He doesn’t realize that he’s caught the eye of older, highly eligible Alpha Silver, who watches him with both amusement and interest, liking the look of the little one done up in white, and also his pretty scent.

Yes…he might be leaving with a future mate tonight. Better stake his claim, then.

We’re going full trashy paperback romance novel style here people - cracks knuckles - and it’s oddly kind of soft too 🤔

In honor of Valentine’s Day 😏

Beware - wording such as throbbing manhood (my beloved), maidenhead (old time wording for Hymen), and while I try to keep some of the omega stuff neutral such as omeaghood and omega hole etc this one will refer to things such as womanhood (slang in this universe for an omeag’s hole) and motherhood etc and will be heavy on the virgin aspect even by puritan verse standards.

Going to say this ceremony is 18.

“An omega is made to fit an alpha,” his tutor explains.

Daniel is at the residence of Alpha Silver, his betrothed, as of about only a week ago, paying rapt attention to her.

“How?”

“Your womanhood is meant for his manhood ..”

“What is a manhood?” He cuts her off unintentionally.

She sighs. “Opposite of what you have,” she explains as a crude picture of an alpha’s flaccid manhood is shown.

Daniel makes a face.

“An alpha’s cock hardens upon being in the presence of their omega, especially when their omega is aroused. The scent of your wetness…”

“Wetness?” he questions.

She sighs again, more deeply this time and extremely put upon. These pious ones, come with virtually no knowledge of how mating works; of how simple biology works. Kept deliberately ignorant of their place in the world.

She has been tasked with educating him in the rudimentary terms of what will happen on his wedding night. It was decided this was best, to avoid frightening him. The pious ones tend to startle easily, and fretting or nerves about these duties expected of them - she doubts he’s even touched himself in anyway shape or form - would build up until the wedding night and make for an unpleasant consummation, which is something Lord Silver wishes to avoid.

These, his marital duties to his alpha, were the last lessons on her agenda, already having gone through his duties as the omega of the house. Although, in the case of being a mate of a Silver, he will not exactly be doing much of anything. She doubts he’ll see the outside of their bed chambers for awhile.

The taste of actual chores required to upkeep such a manor will fall to the various staff, of which their plate manner, each with their own specific duties. So rather, Daniel has to know how to direct those who are responsible for the various duties of the estate to keep everything running smoothly. Although she knows that Margaret is still going to be in charge, behind the scenes.

She knows the little omega will be the happy homemaker type - wanting to fuss over his alpha and pups, of which she expects there to to be many. She’s also excepting that the pups shall start sooner rather than later.

“Your womanhood will become wet,” she explains, back to the task at hand, “in order to aid the alpha is allowing you to receive him.”

Before he can even ask - she answers, heading off the question she knows is coming.

“He will put that inside you and fill you with his seed.”

“Oh,” is all he says, and he looks dubious.

“Putting his manhood inside you is how he bestows motherhood on you.”

That perks him up a bit although he still looks apprehensive.

“These are your marital duties you wil be expected to perform them on your marital bed. These are your alpha’s god given husbandly rights.”

That seems to be the key words.

“How does that place a blessing inside?”

“His seed will fill you and Once that seed takes, the baby will start to grow and your body will go through changes.”

She delves then, into the changes.

“Your stomach will grow, as will your chest, which will fill with milk to feed your pups. Your nipples will darken, and swell, to allow the babe easily access to find them for nursing.”

“Your alpha has already hired you a mid-wife, one of the best, to help through your pregnancy and in feeding the pup.”

“Have I met her?” he asks. These decisions are of course up to the alpha but he’s met so many people in the last week.

“She did your exam.”

Daniel remembers her now. She was a lovely lady - an older omega who had put him at ease as she examined him, first checking his chest for good health, stating to Terry who was in the room, unusual but within his rights, that although small, his nipples were textbook omega perfection for feeding.

“The babe will have no problem latching,” she had said to the alpha who was watching everything intently, turning to Daniel with a smile then, telling him that she’d “show him how to do it when the time came. I myself had four pups, so trust me, I’m a pro,” winking at him.

Then she had fixed his gown back in place and taken his temperature, counting on her watch the minutes before taking it from his mouth, smiling at the results. Then came his blood pressure, the cuff tight, and his pulse next, warm hand around his wrist, a contrast to the cold of the stethoscope placed to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. She recorded it all in a chart before taking his blood for testing.

They he was laid flat on the bed, his legs in the stirrups as she gentle inserted a finger to test his purity. Terry was at his side, hand on his knee, thumb rubbing the inside gently.

She had helped him sit up, smiling as she turned to talk to the alpha, as they walked a few feet away although he could still hear her telling Terry that, “his maidenhead is intact.”

“I had no doubt,” Terry said, voice pitched low, “but you knows these things must be official.”

She nodded her understanding before continuing.

“Once you’ve had your rights I’d like to examine him again, make sure his cervix is healthy, and that it will cause no issues once a pup takes. It’s best to do this exam after they’ve performed their marital duties, that way they are accustomed to something inside.”

Terry nodded. “That would make sense, and anything you think in your professional opinion is best. For him and the eventual pups, although he matters to me the most.”

The bond had been instant, the minute Terry had laid eyes on the brunette beauty.

He knew.

And when the scent of him filled his senses …..

He knew … what he wouldn’t do …

The boy would be his.

It was something the alpha had long given up hope of finding: his omega.

Although weak, the depth of feeling he has for the little omega before him is both frightening and exhilarating.

It was only a week ago that he had caught the eye of Terry at the omega auction and oh how his life had changed.

He had tried to keep his designation a secret but it had been discovered, and upon hitting 18, claiming age, he was registered as an eligible omega for the auctions.

It was what happened to the omegas without station or wealth, something f he would have both of upon taking Terry’s name.

Daniel had not expected to be bethroted to the most eligible sought after alpha. Never in his wildest dreams did he consider that a remote possibility.

Although a rare male omega, and one of great beauty, he came for humble background with no family or dowry which, was part of the reason he was there being auctioned off.

It has caused quite a stir when as soon as bidding was opened on him, a small war started, which surprised him.

A bidding frenzy and eruption of voices calling out amounts.

Because despite his surprise at the near vicious bidding, no was prepared for Terry Silver, a thoroughbred alpha, for his voice to call out, loud and clear, “10 million dollars.”

Everyone had instantly fallen silent.

The gravel banging loud in his ears, flinching after each other, going once going twice sold to Lord Terrence Silver.

They tell him it broke a record, the winning bid.

He was to be the omega to a Lord now, they said.

But before he could process anything, Daniel had been quickly ushered off stage, bundled up, and escorted into a fancy car which eventually brought him to a massive house. The biggest he’d seen.

Handmaidens had introduced themselves and lead him to a freshly prepared bath.

The water was warm, not like it was at the auction centre and especially not at the church, where he lived in a small room with several other omegas.

The tub was the biggest he’d seen, claw footed and something he might be able to swim in. Daniel thinks its bigger than the entire communal bathroom the omegas at the church shared. The water was piled high with bubbles and something in smelled like the faint scent of roses on a warm summer’s night, when the scent hangs heavy in the moisture in the air.

After he was finally coaxed out, no small feat, several maidens took to drying him off, with the fluffiest towel he had ever felt.

He didn’t think his skin had been softer, and that was before they slathered him down with lotion, that same smell as the water had been.

After that his hair was tamed as best they could, and they helped him dress, in the finest clothes he had even touched.

Then he was taken to another room, a parlour he thinks they called in, and officially presented to his alpha who formally introduced himself.

“I am Lord Terrence Silver, the third of my line, and your future alpha, my love,” bending down to place a kiss upon his hand. “You may call me Terry, Alpha, or Sir,” he furthered, holding his arm out in an invitation which Daniel took, before escorting him to dinner.

He’s lead to an ornate chair, which is pulled out for him, his alpha pushing the chair on once he’s seating before talking his own.

Daniel sits, wide eyed and mouth open as the food is served, more food than he thinks he’s ever seen, and every so often, one of the many people just standing around steps forward to quickly whisper in his ear of which utensil to use. There are so many. More than he thought existed.

Terry explains that, unbeknownst to Daniel, he had caught sight of the little omega before the auction, and that he knew as soon as he smelled the omega, that he was meant to be here, meant to belong to Terry.

Terry listens as Daniel tells him of his life, his idyllic childhood and recent misfortunes that lead to his living at the church, needing to be registered at the auctions.

The little omega is reaching for a third dessert when he stops, aware of the alpha’s eyes on him, thinking the alpha is watching his behaviour, and he realizes how gluttonous it must be, so caught up in it all, when in fact Terry is trying not to simply have his little omega then and there.

“One should indulge in pleasure when one can,” Terry says, pushing forward the dessert his mate had been reaching for.

Daniel hums happily as he bites into the sugary convection and Terry has to bring the napkin that had been in his lap to his mouth, disguising a groan as a cough.

Later on he is escorted to his room, which is right next to the alpha’s, and it’s gorgeous, he’s never seen a more beautiful room, although it’s not permanent, for when the time comes, it will be the alpha’s room he will be moving into.

They will sometime live with the alpha and sometimes they will continue to live with their family or at the auction centre and the alpha provides for them still it was clear he would be the former.

Terry shows him around letting him know of the door that connects his to the alpha’s should he need anything.

That first night, he has a nightmare, his lady in waiting running in to see what is the matter.

Downstairs, Terry stopped playing the piano sensing through the bond, albeit weak from its newness, that his mate was distressed, although from what he did not know.

Moments later though, his little omega appears, hair sleep rumpled, although the lines around his eyes make Terry frown. There should be no worrisome thoughts occupying his pretty little omega’s head.

A period of adjustment should be expected, he thinks. For now his little omega needs his sleep.

“That’s pretty,” he says, hesitant, but when Terry gestures him over, Daniel quickly sits on the bench next to him. Being next to the alpha fills him with something he cannot place.

A glass of warm milk is given to the little omega who gulps it down.

One song flows into the next, and when the body grows heavy against Terry’s side, he stops, easily lifting his little prize up, walking them both to their room.

Although he should return the slumbering boy back to his own bed chamber, close contact and surrounding the omega with his scent should help, although the sleeping tablet in his milk will see that he doesn’t wake, ensuring he gets his much needed sleep.

Terry decides to postpone Daniel’s lessons, giving him a Week to get used to his new home, and most importantly the fact he has an alpha now.

Terry has official duties to attend to throughout the days, but any moment he can, he spends with the little omega, getting to know him.

Still, the omega lessons must eventually begin - for someone as wealthy and high in status as Terry, they are essential, His omega’s behaviour reflects on him and his house.

These lessons, longer than most due to his alpha’s status, and combined courtship normally lasts a year and at that point the omega would be 19 which is the normal breeding age although Terry has already put in for a marriage license to wed his omega as soon as it is approved.

The bond is there, and will only strengthen further with marriage and mating.

They have nothing but time. Terry will see to that.

Daniel is brought out his memories and back to the present by his tutor’s voice.

“So, your alpha will put his manhood inside you and bestow motherhood on you - the greatest gift for an omega … the greatest gift an alpha can bestow upon an omega,” she corrects.

She announces a short break before starting their next lessons - breeding positions and which ones were best to both heighten pleasure and ensure conception.

That night at dinner his little omega is quiet, where normally he would be speaking a mile a minute, and Terry misses his voice, watching as he pushes the food around the plate.

He knows the lesson plan they went over today, and how these pious ones spook easily.

Terry will endeavour, with everything in his power, that his little omega’s first time, their wedding night, will be good for him; for them both.

That night, Daniel is tense as he eyes his side of the bed, Terry not having allowed the little omega to return to his rooms after that first night. Normally he would be jumping in, stealing the blankets.

Terry sits in the edge of the bed, patting it.

He takes a small hand in his, kissing each finger softly.

“You need not worry - it can be - it will be a very pleasurable act for you. Once it happens, after we are wed,” he stresses.

He cups his face, and Daniel closes his eyes, breathing in the calming pheromones his alpha is surrounding him with.

Terry is trying to move slow, to follow the rules and behaviour that decorum dictates, but he will not have his little omega fret, not over the love they shall express for each other in such a manner, which will hopefully be sooner rather than later, as soon as Terry finally obtains that license.

In the meantime, maybe he can ease his nerves but showing him but a glimpse of pleasure Terry can show him he is capable of.

“I want to show you something.”

Big brown eyes open, looking at the alpha with nothing but curiosity and trust now.

“I cannot take you, not until you wear my ring and name, which will be soon, but there is nothing saying I cannot touch you in the meantime.”

A hand disappears under the soft white nightshirt Daniel is given each night to sleep in, Soft featherlight touches outside his underwear but right against his omega mound.

It feels good, sinfully good although he can’t bring himself to stop, his thighs falling open.

He can feel his underwear dampening, a throbbing between his legs the more the alpha touches him there.

Hands slipping between his legs, the little omega gasping, his are legs opened, as the alpha kisses down his stomach, his hands peeling down his underwear before kissing him there …. Mouth going lower to lap at the abundance of slick there.

“What a pretty little pearl you have,” his alpha praises, tongue flicking out against the omega’s aroused clit.

It doesn’t take much more for him to come by the alpha’s mouth on him, messily eating him out.

“What was that?” Daniel asks, dazed after he’s finally stopped coming, toes curling and slick everywhere.

“That was also my Husbandly prerogative.”

“Oh,” Daniel says. “It’s all he can say. His head swimming, his body on fire, lungs starved for air.

“Has … has your manhood had its first stirrings?” He asks, trying to remember the tutor’s words, when he finally comes back to himself.

Daniel’s nightshirt is pushed up around his waist, in response, and his underwear, which had been at his ankles as the alpha ate his fill, are removed entirely now.

He has Daniel snug against him, narrow back tight to his broad chest, his cock fucking through the tight channel of slender thighs.

Not what Terry wants but will have to do.

His hand back at the little omega’s stiff little pearl, keening as Terry rubs another orgasm out of him, coating those smooth thighs in white moments later when he comes himself.

Terry can’t wait to stake his claim properly, for his seed to be buried deep inside, dripping out of his hole instead of down his thighs.

For now though, the little omega falls asleep in his arms after being clean up, and Terry breaths him in, everything is right in the alpha’s world.

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hello! i recently graduated from college but i did not have anyone around to celebrate except for my friends which are amazing company but i miss home so much. anyway hehe, i was going to ask if i could request a short drabble where you graduate college but you're foreigner so minho can't make it but you just feel his love and support even if he's not with you and video call maybe. bUT then later in your grad party he surprises you and it's all fluffy 💜💜

congratulations on graduating! 🥳🎓 i understand what it's like to miss home sm - living in a different country has its up and downs. anyways – tysm for your request and i hope this is what you wanted. i hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! 🖤

I wouldn't miss it for the world ੈ♡˳

🐰: pairing: Lee Know x gn!reader

🐰: genre: fluff

🐰: synopsis: its graduation time! you felt disappointed that minho couldn't attend the ceremony, but that soon washed away once he surprised you

🐰: warnings: pet names.

🐰: words: 837

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you did it. after years of tears and laughter, you was finally going to graduate! you couldn't be happier – but also sad – to have finally completed your time at college.

You have made so many good memories, met some amazing people but how you was ready to venture off into the real world. Do what you love doing best.

You're a foreigner in a whole new different country. It was hard at first, having to adapt to the rules of society and the way it worked, but you adjusted pretty quickly.

You had to leave everyone behind – including your beloved boyfriend, Minho

"I've finally graduated, Min!" You exclaimed excitedly, sprawling out in your bed. You was dressed in shorts and a spaghetti strap vest, holding your phone in a position so that Minho could see you.

"Good job baby! I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you, sweetheart!" You blushed at his words, feeling giddy.

"Thank you, Min. Will you be able to come to the ceremony tomorrow?" You asked, biting your lip. You hoped he would be able to and truth be told, you got your hopes up. You wanted to see him after not seeing him face to face for months! You imagined him being there and kissing you, carrying you bridal style, taking selfies with you – all that lovey dovey stuff, you wanted.

Minho's expression changed, his gaze on the floor. "Sorry baby. I can't make it. I have family stuff to attended to."

Your heart dropped, disappointment setting in. You gave your best fake smile, looking at Minho through your phone screen. "It's okay, Min. I understand."

"I'm so sorry baby. I promise I will make up for it!" You smirked, wiggling your brows in a cheeky, seductive manor

"Oh, I know you will, darling."

Graduation day came and true to his words, there was no sign of Minho. You did feel disappointed, but you also understood that real life gets in the way sometimes and there is nothing that can be done about it.

You accepted your diploma, shaking hands of many teachers and other important people. You listened to cheers and speeches, taking pictures with teachers that you will miss, throwing your graduation cap in the air.

The formal bit was over – now it's time to party!

You're dressed in your best party outfit, feeling the buzz of finally being able to let your hair down and not feel bad about it. Your friend decided to throw the party at their place as it was bigger.

You arrived, the excitement of many others rushing around you, making you feel excited. You grabbed a drink, socialising with people and taking selfies of the many people you will miss. You checked your phone every so often, hoping to see a call or text of Minho, but nothing.

He hadn't contacted you the whole day and you was getting a little concerned. Minho would never forget something as important as this – so why hasn't he congratulated you?

You asked your friend if they have heard anything off Minho. A text, call maybe an instagram post but nothing. you looked in your drink, your reflection staring back at you. You didn't want to feel sad, but you did.

Maybe Minho did forget…

"Hey, (Y/N)! why the long face? it's a party, you should be celebrating!" your old class mate exclaimed, nudging your side gently

"I know, but my boyfriend hasn't contacted me to say congratulations." You sighed sadly, eyes filling with tears.

"Maybe that's because I wanted to say it in person." Your eyes widen as the familiar voice. You spun on your heels at lightning speed to be face to face with your love

"Minho.." You breathed out, putting your drink down. He smiled brightly, his bunny teeth on display.

"Hello, baby. sorry I'm late." you ran into his arms, the force of the collision of your bodies knocking him over slightly. He laughed, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You let out soft sobs, your tears dampening Minho's t-shirt

"You came. you actually came!" Minho hummed, hand stroking your hair gently. "I've missed you so much, Min!"

Your body shook with sobs. Minho hushed you, swaying side to side as his own eyes filled with tears. "I know baby, I've missed you so much too! it's been so painful for me being away from you for so long."

Your friends were watching, giving you two some space as you both sobbed and relished in one another's warmth. You pulled away, looking up at him. He wiped away your tears gently before wiping his own.

"You lied to me, Minho." You whispered, giggling softly. Minho laughed, before leaning in slowly. Faces inches apart, his lips ghosting over yours as his breath fanned on your lips. you could smell his cologne, the smell you've been longing for for months. the smell that drives your senses into overdrive.

"It was worth it though, wasn't it?"

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