#long hair doux
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a real stand up guy ba dum tss
summary: you get stood up by an internet man. douxie, your waiter and secret admirer, remedies that jackass’s mistake.
warnings: uh. swearing, alcohol, i’m too lazy to proof, the yooj. oh and doux doesn’t know how to handle this crush without getting slightly into stalker territory sorry. its a red flag but i think its cute. you may not think its cute.
a/n: tumblr was glitching while i tried to post this so idk how many paragraphs i accidentally erased. i mean i tried my best to make that number 0. but anyways if something is off let me know. the challenge for this one is that im not allowed to use italics. which you should know was very hard for me agshjfkgjdjh
taglist: @moppetwithamanbun @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @prismarts @fantasyiswaybetterthanreality @ukuleles-and-roses
okay quick psa i know it’s been years so if you want off the taglist just hmu. also if you were on the taglist and got taken off thats bc tumblr says you don’t exist anymore
uh this was a request. i’m not doing requests tho dont think that. looking back yeah that ask if from march 2022 and this doesn’t even match up to what you asked 😂 im so sorry @rose-writes-shit
you took a peek at your watch. 7:34 o’ clock. letting your head fall into the open palm of your propped up hand, you sighed.
coffee meets bagel boy was supposed to have met you at 7:00.
of fucking course. you let your plucky pink-haired coworker convince you to download a fucking dating app and make a profile, just for the only guy who had actually been interested enough in you to ask you on a real date to stand you up. makes sense.
it’s not like you’ve ever had luck with these kind of things. it’s not like you’ve ever had luck period. your kind might be the black cat of humans.
you’ve spent way too long eating the free bread at a mr. benoit’s of all places. it was the “classiest” establishment in the certain suburban hellscape of california you inhabited, albeit. you took in the scenery for the millionth time that night with a renewed sense of disgust. at least now you had a legitimate reason to hate this place.
your waiter slinked over, and you could tell he felt bad for you with the awkward shuffling gait to the pity grimace on his face.
“so, uh, perhaps more bread?”
you rolled your face towards him, arbitrarily throwing animosity his way with your dead eyes, just because he was there. but soon your compulsive desire to be the funniest pathetic wretch in the room won out.
“i’m considering burning this whole place down right now, actually,” you joked.
he grit his teeth, sucking in a breath, “could i perhaps convince you to do that on a night i’m not closing, instead? tomorrow is my least favorite coworker’s turn, for your consideration,”
“hmm,” you pretended to think, “i’ll take your suggestion then, it’s only kind,”
“thank you for your generosity,” he grinned, “now, are you still waiting for someone or?”
-
douxie had been watching you for over half an hour now. not creepily. he swears. he just got a little excited when he saw you come into the restaurant is all.
anddd maybe he might have badgered the host into giving you one of his tables. but again, he was just excited. he’s been looking for an excuse to talk to you for the past three months, after all. forgive him for jumping on the opportunity.
he maybe fancied you. just a wee bit. perhaps a rather large bit. or at least, the version of you he’s cooked up in his head from the way he sees you interact with people at house parties and the things he’s heard from zoe.
but he’s sure he’ll love you. as soon as he gets to know who you actually are. which, hopefully, is about to be sooner rather than later.
he did not anticipate this situation, however. whatever benevolent deity blessed him on this night decided to throw a jar of pickled herring in with the otherwise yummy pastry filled gift basket they left for him.
not long after you arrived at 6:56 pm, not that he marked the time you came in or anything he just happened to glance at the clock around that time, he watched you, how they say, deflate. your demeanor shifted from antsy to sad to downright annoyed.
you were dressed nicely. not fancy, not pretending like this wasn’t a benoit’s. but nice. orderly. like you wanted to make a good impression on whoever it was you were expecting to meet. so either a date, or mayhaps a job interview.
not that you didn’t look nice or orderly on other days. you just weren’t in your hex tech uniform shirt. or in the incredibly casual clothes you wore when he saw you around. you were just. clearly cleaned-up, is all.
whoever it was, it was obvious that they were not coming. doux applauded you for being patient enough to wait this long, but again, they obviously weren’t coming. which, if it was a date, was good for him, but bad for you. very bad for you.
and honestly who does this person think they are? letting you down like this? horrible. disgraceful. this person was a grade A jerk-off. they have to be dead from the neck up to leave you waiting here like this, publicly embarrassing you as you sat at a table set for two all alone at one of the busiest restaurants in town. shame on them.
he was glad you seemed to be in the joking mood, however. and about arson, too. oh, he’s always had a soft spot for arsonists.
he hoped you’ll forgive him for having to do his job. if it was up to him, he’d give you all the bread in the pantry just so you wouldn’t leave. but alas, he had to deal the killing blow.
“now, are you still waiting for someone, or?”
your eyes drifted downward to the empty wineglass in your hand as you swirled it sarcastically as if it were still full.
you sighed, “yeah, no, it’s clear he doesn’t plan on showing,” you looked back up at him ruefully, “i’ll order now. i shouldn’t have waited this long for an internet man, anyway, huh? could’ve made it less pathetic.”
“i don’t think there’s a way to make these things any ‘more’ or ‘less’ pathetic,” he began taking out his notepad, ready to write, “because i wouldn’t call it pathetic at all. getting stood up is a thing that’s done to you, not because of who you are, but because of who someone else chooses to be… unless you stole this guy’s car or something. then it’s your fault.”
you laughed. genuinely.
“no, no, it’s a first date. i haven’t known this guy long enough to steal his car yet. but thanks… that’s. a better outlook than mine. kinder,” you apologized, “… uh, can i have like, the cheapest bottle of white wine you’ve got back there? the whole thing this time.”
“i take it back. that definitely made it pathetic.”
while you shared a laugh, douxie mentally congratulated himself. you had just given him the information that a) you were single and b) you were into men. a good day to be a charming single man, then. he had a chance.
“so are you ordering any real food as well? or did you plan on just having wine and bread for dinner? have to say, i don’t think that’s wise, love.”
“well i suppose i gotta, since, i’ve, uh, eaten three baskets of complimentary bread,” you stumbled over your words for a second there, “and i’m sure it’d make the manager mad if it didn’t, right?”
“right you are. he’s uh,” douxie lowered his voice, “he’salreadybeenonmydickaboutyou so yeah, you gotta. plus i’m just— you should eat something, yeah.”
you awkwardly turned your attention to the menu as you did that thing where you hold it and pretend to look over the menu as you order like you forgot or something, “the duck confit sounds good for tonight, i think,”
douxie snorted.
“no, no, that wasn’t a joke,” you shook your head, smiling fondly, “i actually just like duck, i promise. no sarcasm. i do understand the irony though. i get it.”
he didn’t completely believe you, “well then, one order of duck confit, coming right up. be back shortly, love.”
doux grabbed the breadbasket on his way out.
when he glanced back to throw you a short and unnoticeable but longing stare, as he paused in the kitchen doorway, you were fidgeting with the flowers on the table. he should get that order in now.
-
when your waiter came back with food, he placed two plates down on the table. you looked at him like he had suddenly grown a second head as he took the other seat as well.
“what are you—“
“i called in a favor with the owner. i’m still working but, i’ve got a bit of free time now. if you don’t mind me joining you,”
you shook your head in astonishment.
“not at all,” you smiled, still absolutely flabbergasted that this man would do something like this for you, “you’re douxie, right? zoe’s mentioned you a lot.”
“oH—,” he coughed, “oh, uh, she has?“
“yeah,”
he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “only good things, i pray?”
“oh, sure. sure. good things,” you took a demure little sip of your glass to torture him with the pause implying the contrary.
he swallowed audibly. nervous, then. what dirt did zoe have on him. you watched as he awkwardly shoved up the sleeves of his shirt, perhaps feeling a bit warm now. it was cute.
you’d be sure to ask zoe all about him later. how could you not. this was the most interesting thing to happen all year. and it’s december.
you racked your brain for what you knew of this guy for conversation topics.
“you’re in zoe’s band, right? the lead guitarist.”
his face lit up at the mention of it, “oh, yes. you’ve seen us?”
“once or twice, i believe.”
it wasn’t really your thing, live music. you mostly hung around the back of the bar when you got dragged to shows. you liked loud, sometimes. just not often. it really depended on how your brain was feeling that day.
“well, you’ve gotta come to the next gig, then, at least. i’m sure zoe’s already invited you?” you nodded. “the venue’s holding a wee little music festival, it’s going to be nuclear,”
“ah, that’s fun,” you smiled. that sounded like hell but now that two very enthusiastic wizards have invited you, you don’t have the heart to weasel your way out of it. you’ll bring the “XTREME” ear plugs.
“but yeah, the bands great. i love that i get to play with my mates now. a team that works as well together as we do is rare, so i really appreciate them.”
“speaking of,”
doux hummed inquisitively.
“what��s going on with zoe and that new girly y’all’ve got on the drums?”
“oh,” he paused to take a sip, narrowing his eyes mischievously, “they’re boning.”
you clasped your hands together excitedly, “thank you! you’ve just won me a betting pool.”
he almost had to spit the wine back into his glass,“hhhh. how many?”
“oh, just the entirety of the hex tech arcadia staff.”
“i’m not sure she’ll be happy to hear that.”
“which is why you won’t tell her, mr. casperan,” you placed your hand over his with a cheshire cat grin.
well, he couldn’t argue with that.
dinner progressed. alas, you can’t say you lingered as long as you wanted to on conversation. you were kinda rushing things because you felt a little guilty doux was getting someone to cover for him while you had your little date. was this a date. it had to be. as mentioned, he’s going out of his way for this, and you can’t imagine he’d go through all this trouble because he wasn’t interested in you. but then again, you couldn’t believe he was interested in you either.
“do you like cryptozoology?” douxie tried his best to ask nonchalantly while he scratched the bridge of his nose to look a little less interested. he was feeling a bit energized since talking about the band. you had been paying attention to him like he’d been paying attention to you, if only in passing.
“a tad more than the average californian wizard, why?”
“well, later this weekend, i’ve got a job exterminating a goblin infestation in the next town over,”
“snelling?”
“yeah, snelling. the guy i was partnering with told me he was backing out this morning, so now i’ll be going it alone. and im sure you know how fighting goblins alone usually goes.”
“makes it easier for them to gang up on you, yes.”
“see, that’s why i’m asking if you’d be interesting in taking his place?”
“well, i’ve got the weekend off and nothing to do,” he knew that, he got the hex tech schedule from zoe every week(to know how to schedule band practice. and, if he also took a peak at your schedule, it was purely accidental. yeah.), “so, i don’t see why not.”
doux grinned, both relieved he wouldn’t be fighting goblins alone, and feeling clever that he found an excuse to spend more time with you, “perfect, i’ll text you the details? but, oh, i don’t have your number do i?”
you were about to ask why he couldn’t just tell you in person right now, but he said that soo hammy. it took .01 seconds to understand what he was doing. you snorted.
“okay, okay, here,” you held out your hand and he gladly placed his unlocked phone in your hand. you made the contact and sent yourself a text of the first emoji he had in his recents, which happened to be🫀. ah, a goth romantic. you gave him back his phone.
“perfect. thank you, love.” he tucked the phone into his chest dramatically before placing in back into his pocket.
you rolled your eyes fondly, “you know, goblin smashing isn’t exactly my idea of the perfect second date, you might have to turn up the charm.”
“oh, i’m sure i’ll make it worth your while,” he let his head fall into his palm propped up on the table, gaze going soft, “so was this a perfect first date, then?”
you laughed, “hardly. all things considered. but—“
“but?”
“but i’m glad it happened this way. i’ve had a good time, mr. casperan.”
he grinned in agreement, “me too.”
you put your hand on top of the one he left resting on the table, and he took the opportunity to take that hand and gently lay a kiss to the top of your knuckles. he lingered for a moment, eyes shut tight to take in the tenderness of the moment.
alas, he has to go back to work now.
doux pulled out your chair and helped you to your feet. you thanked him as he started stacking the dishes.
“should i—?”
“no, god no,” he chuffed, “i’m the waiter, remember? i work here.”
“oh yeah.”
that reminded you. you shuffled for your wallet, but he stopped you.
“i’m paying for dinner, love. go enjoy the rest of your evening, i’ll text you after i close.”
“you sure?” it didn’t really sit right with you, considering he probably took a pay cut by not working the whole time you were on this little “date.”
“well,” he paused, and placed the dishes back onto the table for time being, “you could leave me a tip, if you know what i mean. just a teeny thing—“
“c’mere,” you snickered as you pulled him down by the lapels to kiss him.
chaste, just a peck. but perfect and sweet all the same.
when you pulled back, you watched as douxie held his eyes closed for just a moment longer than he need to before letting that blinding all encompassing smile bloom across his face.
“well then, a very goodnight to you, y/n l/n.”
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Where love ends, hate begins.
Synopsis: You are the wife of an imperial minister (Aemond Targaryen), who creates a high-society scandal by an affair with Aegon Targaryen, a dashing cavalry officer in 19th-century St. Petersburg. Your husband, Aemond, offers you a difficult choice: Go into exile with Aegon but never see your young son again, or remain with your family and abide by the rules of discretion.
Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x You
Warnings: Cheating, scandals, time accurate misogyny, mental health issues, mutual pining, kissing oolala
Word Count: 6k
Note: LOOSELY based on Anna Karenina. I tried to do an AU but I couldn't do scene for scene since it is such a long book and movie. I'm aiming for a three-part series but at this rate it might be more. @beaconofthehightower you asked for this so long ago and im so so so sorry it's taken me so long.
Act 1
It was early in the day and your maid, Annushka has been taking her time to dress you. She’s a good girl, young, loyal, and modest. One you could trust not to sleep with your husband. It was quite clear when several different maids had tried their hands at him. Albeit failing, at least to your knowledge. Except for Alys, sweet Alys, the wet nurse who wooed her way into his bed successfully. It was something you never spoke of but stayed as a permanent stain on your marriage.
At the very least this affair was never publicized to embarrass you like most others would. Aemond seemed to truly love you and your son… the best way he could under the circumstances.
Ah yes… the circumstances of your marriage. You were nearly eighteen when you were whisked away to St. Petersburg and sold off like a dog. He was older than you and had far more power in government than you ever could. Aemond did court you out of kindness and propose to you out of respect, but the truth was clear… you had no ability to say no.
It was a fine marriage at first. You didn’t love him, but he had a great interest in you. Aemond was a good man, an honorable man, but a boring one. The marriage bed was not filled with pleasure except for his own… You doubted he understood how a woman’s pleasure was different. Your day-to-day life was not filled with fun and affection but rather duties and niceties.
You gave him one son, Jaehaerys, a beautiful snow haired boy. Both of you believed this would change your marriage for the better and bring you closer… It did not. Aemond was far too busy with his businesses and the government to spend time with you or your son. It all fell upon your shoulders to raise them both, take care of them both, and sacrifice everything for them both… You were a perpetually unhappy woman.
You moved over to your dressing table once she finished and began trying to read a letter that had recently been sent. Though your face remains expressionless your eyes frown. Your head swirls with a distant memory. Jacaerys in a vertical embrace with a woman; still clothed. You shake it away and turn the page to read more, another memory soon plaguing you. They were still kissing but this time he hoisted up her skirts.
The more you read the more concerned you are becoming. Jacaerys comes in quietly and late from a night on the town, he enters his dressing room. He stops. He smiles a foolish apologetic smile. Baela is waiting for him, shocked, enraged, holding out a billet-doux on. It was a love note!
You stood up from your place and immediately went to your husband's office to tell him the gossip. Would he care that much? Probably not. Did it matter to him? Not so much. Would he most likely block out the sound of your voice? Yes.
“... and Baela found a note from the governess.” Aemond was draining his coffee cup as you were trying to explain the situation. He continued to transfer papers from his desk to his portfolio as you waited impatiently for him to say something, anything. “Well…?” His voice was unattractive and reedy. Aemond finally took his spot as a senior figure in the government, he became a very busy man, and your drama obviously didn’t amuse him. “He wants me to come to Moscow… to persuade Baela to forgive him.”
“I'm to be deprived of my wife so that adultery may be forgiven. I can't excuse him just because he's your brother.” Your eyes pleaded with him, “It's for Baela's sake too.” Aemond stood up and started preparing to leave. “I have four committees today…”
“Aemond, do you think nine years of marriage and children should count for nothing against a . . . an infatuation?” He cracked his knuckles, a very bad habit he’s had since you met. Aemond finally conceded with your request, “No. Very well.” He lifted your hand and placed a kiss on it, “but sin has a price, you may be sure of that.”
He left soon after and his words rang in your head like an alarm. Jacaerys didn’t necessarily deserve forgiveness for his sin, but this was nine years of marriage and several children later… It would be a shame to let it go to waste all because of one mistake.
When you went to tell Jaehaerys of your travels you found him playing with his locomotive and its tender plus a carriage or two, with part of the superstructure--the whole kit and caboodle was a rich child's table-top model railway. It was the best gift Aemond gave because ever since Jae rarely left its side.
“I need to speak with you, love.” Jaehaerys frowned and moved to take a seat on your lap. “I’m going to travel to Moscow for a little while because your aunt Baela is not well.” Your son was a sensitive child, the thought of you leaving caused him to tear up immediately. “Why?” You brushed his hair out of his face, “because that’s where Aunt Baela lives.” He sniveled, “why?”
You patiently said it again, “I told you, she's not well and I must visit her.” A tear slid down his cheek, “why?” You sighed, “Don't make me cry as well. I'll be back before you know it and bring you a present.” He stared up at you with his big blue eyes and you felt your heart shatter. “Don't want a present. I want you to stay.” You were on the brink of tears, “Oh . . . my little dragon.” Jaehaerys calmed himself at the idea of a new toy. He raised his chin and stared up at you with, “What present?” You laughed as you dabbed your eyes, “That’s better… it’ll be a surprise!”
-
Annushka, your maid, rode with you in the train car to Moscow. She carried your bags with all your belongings and never complained once, she truly was a god send. You brought a picture of Jaehaerys with you… As you stared, the tears in your eyes began to form again. He was your little love, your little dragon who was more of an image of his father. You weren’t happy to be leaving in all honesty but who else would mend your family’s marriage.
Surely not Jacaerys because he was a damned fool. Your husband was a damned fool as well. It wasn’t confirmed that he too dabbled in adultery, but it would not surprise you, he was very talented at keeping things discreet and hidden. It seemed to be a curse that loomed over you, every man around you just couldn’t keep his hands to himself and his wife. You vowed never to be like them for your son’s sake…
As you were unboarding the train you nearly ran into a man, he was tall, muscular, and had medium length, wavy, white hair flowing over his shoulders. You barely exchanged a glance before you moved your separate ways. He was handsome, strikingly beautiful even, just one last glance to confirm you weren’t daydreaming. You turned back just to catch a final glimpse and he did the same. You quickly turned away, but his eyes lingered on your back.
You were proven to be a hypocrite. It was extremely wrong of you to even think about another man being handsome. You pushed the feeling down into the depth of your stomach and pressed onward to meet Jacaerys. The moment you saw him you flung an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a warm kiss on the cheek. He smiled and put his arm around you. “You don't look ashamed.” Your sibling looked like a sad puppy, “I am, I really am.”
When you pulled Jacaerys back into the train car you noticed the same man from earlier sitting next to the old woman you temporarily chatted with. She spoke with you about her son, Aegon, and you did the exact same. The countess was coming to pick him up for a visit almost exactly like you were doing with Jacaerys. You smiled, “There, Countess, you have found your son and I have found my brother.” The countess stood up to greet you,
“Madame — has a son, too. It's the first time they have been apart, so she frets about him.”
Your gaze barely left the man, his crystal blue eyes seemed to pierce through your soul. “Oh! You are my half-brother's wife, excuse me for not recognizing you before.” Your mouth gaped open, “I’m so sorry I did not realize! You must be Countess Alicent then. I’ve heard so much about you both.” In truth, you barely heard about his half-brother or stepmother besides the fact he had them.
You went to speak but the countess intercepted, “What a lovely surprise! We passed the time telling each other about our sons without realizing we were basically family.” You nodded toward him with a grin, “Yes, I've been hearing all about you.”
“That must have been very boring for you.” You wished to speak more but the ringing sound of the wheel-tapper's hammer was faintly audible in your ear as you hesitantly turned to leave, “Au revoir, Countess.” She walked forward and placed two hands on your cheeks, “Au revoir, my dear. Let me kiss your pretty face.” Countess Alicent did just that, it was a European custom you never quite got used to. You turned to offer your hand to Aegon as was customary. He took your hand, then the train lurched and moved, unsteadying you both.
Immediately after seeing you, Aegon was awed by you, he noticed some kind of inner light or maybe aura that was different from the rest of Moscow. There was also the fact that you were simply beautiful, too beautiful for a city like this. You also appeared too youthful to have a son in his mind. It enticed him to try and discover more about you.
The first thing he really thought about was how mysterious you seemed to be. Who would be able to drop everything and come and visit their family? It must mean you were truly dedicated to them, which was beautiful. Then how sweet of a display you put on when you met your dear brother. Your heart must be bigger than the rest… Just as Aegon was falling in love at first sight, a major accident happened that caught both your attention.
You ran out to the platform where Jacaerys was and noticed he -- and everyone still on the platform was shocked by a dreadful scream and shouting. The train, having moved a few feet, stopped. Jacaerys hurried towards the scene of the accident, right opposite the gate. The Station master overtook him.
The Wheel-Tapper lied between the wheels, mangled. You and Jacaerys joined the horrified onlookers after successfully pushing through the crowd. The Guards Officer arrived, with his bouquet. Then Aegon Arrived soon after. He turned to the Guards Officer, “Keep your people inside until this has been cleared up.”
The Countess, Aegon, you and Jacaerys, almost in tears, came toward the gate. A Porter followed with your large suitcase, hatboxes, etc. Annushka had the traveling bag. “The sole support of a large family, they say.” You nearly scoffed at Jacaerys but decided to focus on the family of the deceased, “Can't anything be done for them?” Aegon glanced at you, “Wait for me, Madam.” A wide smirk grew on Alicent’s face as she watched her son run off. The countess turned to you “I've you to thank for that.”
You had no clue what she had meant by that. Jacaerys peered back and noticed Aegon with the Stationmaster, taking money from his wallet. “What a good fellow…” You turned, was he paying them because you said something? Was this a way of impressing you? You pondered, at least he was trying to win you over by paying the family of a victim. However, you were married, and one simple act of kindness wouldn’t drive you to infidelity… You weren't like your family.
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Jacaerys and you were riding in a coach on the journey to his home. You hadn’t spoken much due to the minor trauma you had just endured… And the man you had just met who seemed to fancy you. “Have you known Aegon long?” He chuckled softly, “Did you like him? He's in love with Rhaena.” You weren’t exactly sure why that felt like a nail to your chest. Rhaena was your sister in law's Baela, little sister. She was like a princess, sensitive, excitable, somewhat high-strung, beautiful, it made sense he would love her.
“Oh…” you paused, trying to once again avoid your thoughts, “But we should be discussing you and Baela.” He groaned and you began to scold him like your son. “What have you got to say for yourself?!” He pleaded with you, “I've said it all--on my knees--in tears . . . Now I need you to say it. I'm going to the office, so you'll have Baela to yourself.” You rolled your eyes, “Don't be home late.” Of course, you had to be the one to mend their relationship.
-
In your mind the meeting with Baela went rather well. You spent an hour comforting her and letting her cry into your shoulders. She cried about how she could never forgive him, and she didn’t love him anymore, but you knew it was a lie. You successfully got that information out of her and made her admit it out loud. Jacaerys was rather satisfied with the outcome however, surely it was not going to be that simple for him. Of course, he didn’t deserve simplicity after he disrespected her in such a way.
After that ordeal, you were sitting with Jacaerys's children playing a game with alphabet letters. The peace you had with them was quickly disturbed by Rhaena bursting in the door overly excited about something. You push the alphabet bricks aside and sigh, well that’s the end of that.
“Will you stay for the Bobrishchev's ball, —?” You didn’t enjoy them anymore; it was for young fresh faces to excitedly learn about each other. You were only 24 and yet you felt absolutely decrypted, perhaps due to the fact you married an older man. “Oh… I always feel dull and old at balls.” She scoffed, “How can you ever be dull and old?”
Jacaerys arrived in the doorway and quickly the children bolted over to him. He had come to give you a break and take them away, how sweet. “Tell her she must come to the ball!” He smiled at you mischievously, he knew how much you loathe them. “Of course, she must!” When Jacaerys scurried off you turned your attention toward Rhaena again.
“I know why you want me to come. You want everyone to be there because you're sure it's going to be your night,” You acted out mock-mysteriousness. “How did you know?” You moved the alphabet bricks around to spell Aegon. “I know everything.” Rhaena glanced down and began joyful nodding. You laughed at her genuinely happy she was still acting as a little girl. It gave you an excuse to reminisce on your old life.
To be young again…surrounded by that blue mist, like mist on the mountains that clears slowly to reveal the terrifying, beautiful valley you must enter to become grown-up… you were eighteen too, when you got married. Back then, you had your entire life ahead of you and a skip in every step you took. Now, everything is dark around you, all the noise you hear is muffled, and the beautiful valley looks dull and dead. There was a quiet moment of regret that loomed in the air, but you decided to quickly dispel it.
-
It was late at night, and you were still aimlessly playing with the bricks, too lost in thought to carry yourself to bed. The pleasant clicks are the only sound that remains in the dark home. Your thoughts whirl with the happenings of today, a deceased man on the tracks, a crying Baela whom you have to take care of and a man whose image looked like it was plucked directly out of a book. Were you just as bad as the rest for finding him attractive? No, just as long as you don’t act on it. Except there was something in the back of your head begging for you to. No, you’re too dull to catch his attention anyway… You violently closed your book and decided to sleep these thoughts away.
The doorbell ringing caught your attention. You made your way down the stairs in front of the entrance hall. Aegon was let in by a servant, he was completely splattered with snow. “No, Your Excellency. He's just gone up. The Princess retired early. Is there a message you wish for me to deliver?” One of your brother’s servants asked him.
He glanced up at the top of the stairs and noticed you standing there. For a moment your eyes locked and nothing was said. Everything around you melted away and it was only you gazing at each other.
As Aegon looked up at the top of the staircase, he saw you standing there, illuminated by the silver light of the full moon. Your hair was gently rustling in the cool night breeze, and he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. You were beautiful, and there was an air of mystery about you that made him want to know more.
You stood there with a grace that took his breath away. Your figure was draped in a flowing gown that seemed to shine in the moonlight, and the sight of you took his breath away. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing faster with every step he took.
There was something about you that made him feel like he had known you for his entire life, even though they had just met. And as he looked into your eyes, he saw a spark that ignited his heart. He wanted to speak to you, to get to know you better.
Aegon felt himself lost in the moment, captured by the enchantment of the moon and the beauty of your presence. He knew that this feeling he had was something special. And with a deep sense of longing, he realized that he had fallen in love with you.
He was haunting you like a ghost. His very existence was temptation into sin, and you were no sinner. Aegon opened his mouth to speak but you quickly turned and ran up the stairs. His lightened eyes turned dark, “no, I don’t have a message.”
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As you looked at herself in the mirror, you felt a sense of disappointment wash over. The long black gown you had painstakingly chosen for the ball now looked drab and frumpy. Your hair, which you had styled into an elegant updo, seemed flat and lifeless. Even your makeup, which you had meticulously applied to highlight your best features, failed to hide the dark circles around your eyes.
But it wasn't just your appearance that made you hesitate. The thought of being in a crowded ballroom, surrounded by younger and more vibrant people, filled you with dread. You didn't feel like dancing or socializing, and the idea of making small talk with strangers for hours on end made you feel exhausted.
Despite your doubts, however, a part of you still longed for a touch of glamour and romance. You remembered how much you had enjoyed attending balls in your youth, twirling around the dance floor in a cloud of taffeta and lace. Maybe tonight, you told yourself, you could recapture some of that magic, just for a little while.
With a deep breath, you straightened your shoulders and picked up your clutch. You knew the night ahead wouldn't be easy, but perhaps it would be worth it, if only to remind yourself that you still had a spark of youth inside.
Once you arrived you realized how gilded an affair it was. Each guest was welcomed by a hostess and dancing had quickly started, a waltz. You stood at the corner of the room observing the people dancing and chatting… people watching was an interesting hobby. Thinking of how other people had their own lives, experiences, thoughts, and dramas eased your own suffering.
Rhaena entered last to make a big show of her arrival. For a moment the crowd ceased and watched her float down the stairs. She was a proper lady, it seemed everything had come together for her. Her hair, her skin, her dress, and her moment. She was practically radiating happiness so you couldn’t help but smile and nod for encouragement.
You continued surveying the room, casually scanning the crowd for any sign of the man you were seeking, with his striking silver hair and enigmatic gaze. Your demeanor was cool and detached, as if you were indifferent to his presence, but inwardly your heart raced with anticipation. As you searched, your thoughts drifted, pondering the possibility of love at first sight. Despite your brief encounters, Aegon had left an indelible impression on you, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were meant to be together… You were delusional and married, you told yourself. He was Rhaena’s and tonight was for her.
“He’s here somewhere.” Jacaerys voice pulled you out of your daze. “Who is here?” He chuckled before raising his glass to his mouth, “Aegon, of course.” You scoffed, “his whereabouts matter not to me.”
“They obviously matter to Rhaena.” He hummed by your side and watched her skip towards you both. Rhaena approached with a wide smile plastered on her face. “How are you, Jace?” He proudly stated, “Thanks to —, I am a changed man. Would you like to dance?” As he smirked, her face fell flat. “No! Ask your sister.”
“I don’t… really…” Before you could finish your sentence, you noticed Aegon approaching. Your heart began to race, and the room slowly closed in on you. No! This was Rhaena’s lover not yours. “Come on then, little brother!” You snatched Jacaerys’s arm and twirled him onto the floor.
Right as Aegon was about to bow you were whisked away from him once more. He doesn’t notice Rhaena staring at him like he is the king of Russia either. His eyes follow you all the way to the middle of the floor. “W-would you like to dance?” His attention is still on you as he answers, “Of course” With a fake smile on his face he takes Rhaena onto the floor and into the waltz.
The entire waltz your eyes kept meeting with his. You could not escape him no matter how hard you tried. You successfully managed to avoid changing partners and dragging your brother along against his will. At last, you can no longer see him, so you relinquish Jace from your grasp and move out of the crowds.
The night does not get easier for you. Your eyes peer up to the balcony where Aegon has escaped. You had hoped he wouldn’t catch you staring but it seemed he was already staring first. You turn and go towards the bar where Jacaerys has been talking to hostesses and further dishonoring his family, most likely. You gaze up at the balcony once more, but Aegon was not there.
You look for him among the dancers until a voice from your side startles you. “Dance with me.” He demanded, Aegon didn’t have the restraint to pretend to be asking. Your surprise at his behest was not easily hidden. “I am not used to being spoken to like that by a man I met once at a railway station.” He let out a sigh, “I dare say, if you do not dance with me then I’m leaving and going to bed early.” You ponder for a moment, this is Rhaena’s crush, this is her night, this is her moment… “I’ll dance with you for Rhaena’s sake.”
Rhaena was watching the crowd like a hawk waiting for Aegon to emerge. Until she saw it and was completely taken aback. You two were hand in hand waltzing across the floor. You said something and he laughed, he said something, and you covered your mouth to smile. You were blossoming in front of her eyes… He twirled you and you came smiling into his arms. There was no way this was happening…
The room around you was elegantly decorated with soft, warm lighting that cast a gentle glow over everything. The sound of a faint orchestra playing waltz music filled the air, adding to the magic of the moment. The conversation between you two flowed perfectly as if you had known him all your life.
As Aegon and you danced, your eyes were locked intently onto each other, and it would feel as though you were the only two people in the room. All of your surroundings melted away, leaving only you two standing in a quiet, intimate bubble. The sensation was both exhilarating and calming at the same time, like you were soaring above the world and yet completely grounded in the moment.
As you moved around the room, you felt completely at ease in Aegon's arms, as if you had been dancing together for years. You were smiling openly, feeling completely vulnerable and yet entirely safe with him. It was like a moment of complete surrender, where you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, the moment, and the man holding you.
There was no need for words - no need for anything but the music and the twirl of your bodies as you moved together. It was simply a moment of pure joy and connection, where everything else faded away or frozen in time and nothing mattered except the two of you dancing in perfect harmony.
One of the hosts announced the time to switch partners and so you did unwillingly. Your eyes trailed back to him as he did yours. Whatever drunken trance you were in came to a halt when you looked at Rhaena. She was staring at you confusingly along with several other members of court completely sobering you up. As the partners switched again you felt panic set in and your breath became heavy.
You ruined it, you ruined Rhaena’s night. The walls in the room started to close in on you, slowly suffocating you. Everything that left you in a daze now was making you panic. It felt as if you were drowning in a sea of people, noise, and lights. Your head began to spin and an ache that wouldn’t go away beat at your skull. What would your husband say? What if he found out you were enjoying time with another man? What did all the people of the court think?
Your hands began to tremble as your partner spun you to another person. Your heart palpated to the best of the music. More eyes were on you, furrowed brows and questioning gazes blocking your vision. You forcefully broke free of the grasp your partner had on you and took off towards the exit.
The cool air from the snow surrounded your body and took away its heat. The quiet sounds of the wind light blowing eased the intense beating of your heart. A few deep breaths pulled you out of your head and back into the moment… It was time to go home.
Except the man that haunts you wasn’t letting you go that easily. You glanced behind you at the sound of the door being shut. Good gods, there was no escape for you. His good eye was plastered with worry and his other had a subtle sheen to it. “Are you alright? Did something happen?” He took three steps towards you until stood right in front of you. The skirt of your dress touching his legs. “N… No, I just needed air.”
One more step forward and your bodies were nearly pressed against each other. Your eyes widened and the racing of heart began again. Although this time it was not out of sheer panic. “I do not wish to see you so distressed after being with me.” You stepped forward and grabbed him by the wrists. Your thumb gently rubbing his hands, “No! Not you at all!” You spoke a little too loudly eliciting a smile from him. Your eyes trailed down to your shoes, “My apologies. I just meant my time with you was the opposite of distressing.”
A finger to your chin turned your gaze back up to him. Your gut twisted around itself trying to keep your nerves at bay. “I enjoyed it too.”
As you stood in the dimly lit balcony, the air electric with anticipation, your eyes locked in a silent conversation of mutual desire. Aegon took one step closer, inhaling deeply the scent of your jasmine perfume mixed with your natural perfume. Your nervousness was palpable as he gently reached out to lift a strand of your hair running down her face. With a slight smile, “your hands are gentler than I imagined.”
As his lips drew closer, your breaths quickened, hot and labored. “Only to those I desire.” The world around you once again melted away while you were in his arms. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips finally met, tentatively at first, then with an urgency that surprised you both. The touch of his mouth sent a shiver down your spine as you leaned into each other, deepening the kiss. Time seemed to stand still for those few precious, unforgettable moments, each touch and sensation seared into your memories forever.
Until you heard a gasp and turned to see the look of betrayal and disgust on Rhaena’s face. Accompanied by a supremely amused grin on your brother's face. It was as if he was saying ‘Good job! You’re just as bad as the rest of us.’
You didn’t say any goodbyes. You quite literally ran off with Jacaerys right behind you. It was your greatest flaw; you ran when faced with conflict. Once he caught up to you, he chose to spend the night laughing and reveling in your mistake that was just as bad as his own.
Though he did his best to reassure you. “It was nothing but girlish affections that weren’t reciprocated, she’ll be over it in a moon.” This was quickly followed by, “it is no wonder you seek out affections from dashing officers considering your husband is a dull cunt who doesn’t fuck you.” That gained him a slap which he quickly recovered from. “I'm just saying dear sister, unlike many you have more reason than most to make a little lapse in judgment. Do not fret over it anymore. I'll handle this like you handled me.”
“You’re a horrible influence. This is precisely why Luke and Joffrey are no longer allowed to visit without mother.” In the eyes of many you had dishonored your husband and yourself… In the eyes of many you were a bad friend, sister-in-law, wife, daughter and mother. It was too embarrassing to stay here any longer. So, you did what you did best and ran away.
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The train carriage was dimly lit by a small lap you were using for “reading.” Your mind was unable to take in any word you read. You flipped the page back over and let out a sigh trying to focus.
Your gaze moved to the window, a sudden chill creeping down your spine. You could not see the outside, only the betrayed face of Rhaena. The guilt was slowly eating you alive leaving no room for forgiveness. Why did you do that? A question you had repeatedly asked yourself and the answer your heart gave was not good enough.
You did it because it felt good. You did it because you felt like yourself again. You did it because he was enjoyable to be around. You did it because you liked him. Your heart proved itself to be selfish and inconsiderate. It wasn’t right but it didn’t feel wrong until the end… Your emotional turmoil could no longer be chalked up to your “mental ailments”. It was just you this time, only — digging herself an early grave.
The train clanked to a halt at a little station where you are to change cars. Everyone began to emerge from the carriage and into the fresh, cold air of Moscow. The wind blew snowflakes on your skin reminding you that you’re almost home. Here and there, people are talking, smoking and laughing and you feel a little better.
Peace was obviously not something you could hold onto as a man in a greatcoat and military cap emerged from the gloom. Your breath hitched in your throat as he saluted you. With a genuine grin, “Can I be of service to you?” You breathlessly replied, “Aegon? I didn’t know you were… Why are you leaving?”
“You know why. I have to be where you are.” The boldness of this man perplexed you. Your shock turned to fake anger, “This is wrong. If you're a good man, forget everything that happened, as I will.” He stepped closer, “I'll never forget a single thing about you, not a word, not a gesture—” You quickly spun on your heels before any more mistakes could be made. “Please behave.” You quickly ran into the train car and locked yourself in a carriage; alone.
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You didn’t sleep well that night. Your thoughts were too focused on the man in a few carriages away from you. As the train pulled into the icy St. Petersburg train station, you peered out your window, anxiously scanning the platform for any sign of your husband Aemond. The snow was falling in thick flakes, muffling the sounds of the bustling station and adding an eerie hush to the air. As the train came to a halt, you scrambled to gather your belongings, your heart pounding with anticipation and a creeping sense of unease.
Stepping off the train, the frigid air hit you like a wave, and you shivered despite your heavy coat and scarf. Your eyes scanned the crowded platform, searching for Aemond’s familiar face amidst the throngs of people. Suddenly, you spotted him, standing stoically among the bustling crowd. Relief washed over you, but as you made your way towards him, an unfamiliar feeling of disquiet grew in the pit of your stomach.
As you drew nearer to him, you tried to push the feeling aside and embrace the warmth of his arms. But as you stood there in the chill of the St. Petersburg train station, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what other anxieties may lie ahead. “How is Jaehaerys?” You pulled away from him. He lightly chuckled to himself, “oh? is that all I get? Yes, he's quite well.”
“Brother.” As you embrace your husband, feeling safe and content in his arms, you suddenly hear a familiar voice coming from behind. It's the voice of the man you kissed, and it catches you off guard, sending a wave of anxiety and nervousness through your body. “Aegon. What are you doing here?”
You try to maintain composure and behave as normally as possible, forcing yourself not to turn around and face him. Instead, you cling tightly to your husband's side, relying on his steady presence to keep you grounded. “My station has recently been moved. I’ll be staying here for a while.”
“Hmm.” As you stand there, your mind racing with the possibilities and implications of the situation, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You know that you need to act carefully and avoid any suspicious behavior that might give away your secret. “Did you have a good journey Madame?”
Despite the fear and discomfort that is coursing through your veins, you take deep, calming breaths and keep your gaze fixed on Aegon. “Yes, quite comfortable, officer.” Aemond tensed as he stared in his brother's eyes. “I have to get back to the committee… it was good to see you.”
He turned to walk you back in the direction of your home and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “The pleasure was all mine, brother!” His grip on your hand tightened and you swore you saw his jaw clench.
You glanced back one more time to see a grin you could only describe as mischievous gracing his features. He spoke no words, but his body told a thousand. Aegon would not behave so long as he was in St. Petersburg.
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Blake Bohumil 'Big Murph' Murphy, the 23 year old son of Black Murphy and Ludmilla.
He is a member of the Anti-heroes Club and Harriet's crew.
He is very close to his mom but not very close to his dad who isn't a big fan of children.
He lost his eye while play fighting the Gaston twins when he was younger and has a glass eye that he likes to take out to mess with people.
He is very close to Marya Rasputin since her dad and his mom were allies behind the scenes, and he often translates for her and others when a language barrier pops up (which happens a lot since Russian isn't a very common language on the isle)
He likes cutting hair, playing cards, eating cake, fishing, learning languages, taking care of the little ones, reading, swimming with the sharks, building sandcastles, wrestling, play fighting, singing sea shanties, and learning about geographical differences and locations.
He also likes collecting hooks of any kind.
He is single.
Hayden 'Hadie' Prometheus Olympian, thr 10 year old (as of d3) son of Hades. Younger brother of Mal.
He is a member of the Anti-heroes club and a wannabe detective, musician, hero, and cook who is always imitating those he looks up to. Friend of Chloe Charming, Red Hearts, Danny Darling, Maddox Hatter, Shan Deja, Edith Olympian, and his minons.
He is playful and loves coloring, cooking, playing various instruments, baking, sword fighting, parkour, gymnastics, acrobatics, and playing with animals.
He has a villian streak no one takes seriously later in his teens and has a pet dog named 'Cerberus.'
He later gets together with Danny Darling.
Lefou Deux 'Lee' Leprince, the 20 year old son of LeFou, Paulette, and Stanley Beaumont (dude from the live action movie). He's the older brother of La Foux Doux Beaumont, the younger cousin of the Gaston twins, and the older cousin of Claire Bimbette, Gil LeGume, and Gemma LeGume.
He is apart of Harriet's crew.
He's a hardworking big brother who does his best to help support his family while still being stuck under Gaston's thumb.
He works at Gaston's 'Duels Without Rules—against his will, mind you, because Gaston forces him too after all. But he doesn't complain too much about it.
He gets to steal from the register though, so it's not too bad.
He fights with various gardening tools and a bow and arrow—he's an excellent shot. He's a poet, a toy maker, and an inventor who records everything in his journal.
He loves French food, sailing, farming, reading, and gardening—even though it's difficult to do anything like that on the isle.
He also loves old photos and dancing.
Lee often makes and fixes toys for the children on the isle, and has no problem fixing things for those he loves. He's also the secret Santa Claus of the isle.
He's been in love with Claudine Frollo since first grade and they get together not long after d3.
La Foux Doux Leprince, the 12 year old (as of d3) son of LeFou, Paulette, and Stanley Beaumont (dude from the live action movie). Younger brother of LeFou Deux, the older cousin of Gemma LeGume, and the younger cousin of the Gaston twins, Claire Bimbette, and Gil LeGume. Older brother of Sylvie Leprince.
He works at Gaston's 'Duels Without Rules'— again, without choice mind you. Gaston forces him too. He is a painfully shy, playful, quiet boy who loves French food, playing games, reading, and climbing things.
He is single and not interested at dating at the moment.
Crazy Bonny, the 18 and a half year old(by d3) daughter of Bill Jukes (in my universe).
Sword sharpener and medic of the Lost Revenge/Uma’s crew.
Bestfriend of Desiree.
Student at Serpent Prep and one of the first to join Uma’s pirate crew.
She is described as crazy in patched dungarees and a torn fishnet shirt.
Vicious Desiree, the 17 year old daughter of a witch and Shan Yu (in my universe anyway).
She is the swabbie of the crew, meaning she is the one in charge of mopping the deck.
She is described as tiny and vicious in a a ragged peasant dress.
She is Bonny's bestfriend and one of the first to join Uma’s crew, and she's a member at the witch school.
Firece Gonzo, the 19 year old son of an unknown woman and Joshamee Gibs (in my universe anyway).
He is Jonas' bestfriend and is the boatswain of the crew.
He is also responsible for stocking the pantry and refilling the chum buckets.
He and Jonas are the ones in charge of the food (they don't cook it tho) and supplies, among other things.
He is described to be firece and as having long braids, a red bandana, and blue pantaloons.
He, along with Gil, Harry, Jonas, Desiree, and Bonny, is one of the first to join Uma’s crew and student—or former student—at Serpent Prep.
Ferocious Jonas, the 20 year old son of Morgana Olympian and older cousin of Uma (in my universe).
He is the Quartermaster of Uma’s crew, the fourth in command, and the gunner (the one who mans the canons).
He's described to have a scar on his left cheek, corn rows, and a scarf. Has a thing with Jade in my universe. Has been seen selling scarves before which is probably a side job of his.
He's been described as ferocious. Student/former student at Serpent Prep and one of the first people to join Uma’s crew.
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The forest was safe, and that was where they always rested, no matter how far away from the closest city they were. Woods would hide and protect them without a single question, keeping them away from humanity’s claws.
Even though Brianne was a human herself, she didn’t feel close to most of her kind. Instead, the girl found herself home wherever her mom was– Iluma, an enormous troll who had taken her in as one of her own.
Hence why the woods were always a refuge for both of them, somewhere that the humans didn't dare explore on their own. Their depth was reserved only for magical beings, and the girl was now one of them, in a way. She had begun to play around with different spells some time in the past, and she did nothing but improve with every passing night with the sporadic help of different wizards around the world – Brianne helped her mom explore through the undergrowth around them, bringing a faint light to them only with a slight flick of her fingers, lighting their way until they were able to stop on a forgotten cavern; big enough just for the two of them.
They were safe. And she knew well in which part of the world they were in, giving her hope to meet a certain magic apprentice that she was fond of– one of the few humans Brianne got along with.
“You look happy, Child,” Iluma commented as her daughter got off her back, letting out a smile; even if it was a small gesture, it seemed enormous due to her size. “Is it about… him?”
Brianne chuckled and looked away before taking out some foraged food from her bag, offering it to the troll while sitting down on the ground. Iluma laid down beside her, letting her lean towards the grass that covered the upper part of her rocky body, gently grabbing some fruit without rush.
“It's been a while since I saw Douxie… do you think he'll recognize me?” the girl said, playing with her hair as she spoke, distracting herself by dividing the red streaks and the black parts of it and then combining them again.
“Oh, you haven't changed since you saw him last,” Iluma replied, carefully embracing her child in her arms, who returned the hug in no time. “He'll recognize you, Child. Don't worry.”
Not too long passed until it was time to sleep, and Brianne hid in her mom’s arms, knowing she would be safe and sound with her.
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Going near human settlements made some things easier for the small family; getting warm food and good provisions was one of them… though, those weren’t free, and they had to find a way to obtain whatever they needed. Over the years, Brianne had gotten all kinds of odd jobs, if only it meant Iluma wouldn’t risk her life for her sake, like she had done many times in the past. Trolls weren’t welcome in the human world, after all.
It wasn't hard to find work in kingdoms, especially in Camelot, and Brianne had managed to become a seller in a bakery in less than an hour– it was in a quiet place of the kingdom, and her boss was nice enough to give her snacks for her break. There wasn’t anything better in the world than that, apart from being almost done with her shift.
Or so she thought, until a familiar face showed up; the girl would recognize those blue streaks between black hair anywhere, more with the dark “cat” following him, and a smile appeared on her lips by mere instinct.
“Douxie!” she exclaimed, chuckling as the boy jumped out of surprise. His eyes brightened up just by seeing her, and Brianne's worries faded away in mere seconds, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
“Brianne, you're back! It's been so long!” Douxe replied, going for a hug which Brianne returned with a huge smile, though her boss coughed to catch their attention. Only then did they let go, cheeks flushed. “Oh– right, you're probably working now. I'm here for some bread for Merlin, and… We need to catch up. What if you come to the castle after your shift?”
“But you need to–” Archie began to say, closing his mouth as the bakery’s owner noticed him, not wanting to risk him panicking out of a sudden. It had happened before, after all.
Seeing that nobody else was waiting to pay, Brianne nodded and played with her hair, leaning on the counter, and her boss just chuckled at the scene yet went on with his things.
“I’ll be free in a few minutes, if you can wait,” she teased, and Douxie rolled his eyes, not minding it at all. The girl handed him his bread and chuckled, and soon it was time to go.
Everything was pretty uneventful afterwards as night approached and less people were seen in the streets, so her boss let her go home earlier– though Brianne tagged alongside her boyfriend and his familiar, wandering through the kingdom with no worries at all.
To make sure Iluma was aware of her whereabouts, Douxie had offered to help her teleport a letter to their cave, knowing it had worked as they ended up with stones on their hands instead of paper. Brianne was still working on her magic, and switching the placement of items was one of the first things she had learnt– still, the support was helpful nonetheless. He had held her hands to support her, and they ended up walking with entwined fingers towards the castle, talking about what had happened in the time they hadn’t been able to see each other.
Brianne had some new spells to show him– but not in public. King Arthur hadn’t lifted the ban on magic, after all. She wouldn’t push it, grateful that they still had a small space where nobody would bother them about it, as long as nobody but Merlin and the knights saw them.
“Sorry for the mess, I… didn’t expect to invite anyone, honestly,” Douxe said before inviting her to his room, opening the door for her and doing a small bow, making her chuckle.
“Oh, I know you already,” she teased, and he just rolled his eyes with a little smile. “It won't surprise me.”
The boy's bedroom had more things that she'd imagined for such a small space, and he had not so subtly made an attempt to clean a bit once they were inside. Enough to allow them to sit on his bed, at least, while Archie preferred to sit on a small chair beside the desk.
“You still need to practice the spells Merlin tasked you with,” Archie reminded his friend, who just ignored him, using his magic to levitate the chair the dragon cat was in, chuckling when he rolled his eyes and flew towards his desk to avoid falling down. “Well… that’s certainly practicing, in a way.”
Brianne’s green gaze focused on the magic her boyfriend was doing so effortlessly, as if it was not unlike breathing – only with a small movement of his wrist, acting as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. She was in awe, to say the least, and Douxie quickly noticed.
“Bri, do you wanna do it too? I can teach you! It's really easy, see– you just need to imagine something going up, and guide it with your hand,” he exclaimed while gesturing, and Brianne imitated him as well as she could, deciding to practice with a shoe so as to not strain herself by accident. “Now, imagine that your magic goes towards the object, wrapping it… and moving it somewhere.”
“It's like a teleport spell!” the girl noted, and that way it was much easier– she could levitate the shoe she intended to, and then pillows and many other little things, becoming easier and easier with every attempt.
At one point, Brianne tried to make herself float, giggling once her feet were away from the ground– though, it didn’t last for long, as trying to walk on air seemed to break the spell and made her fall down.
Thankfully, Douxie had been paying attention and caught her with his own magic, carefully placing her on the mattress while making sure nothing bad happened to her– always being gentle, for once not rushing at all. He didn’t let go until his girlfriend was safely sitting beside him, and Brianne couldn’t help it but chuckle, hugging him without saying much.
Archie just rolled his eyes and walked away, allowing them to have their space while grabbing the bread with his mouth, probably going towards where Merlin was.
With all the spells they were using, neither of them noticed that time had passed and the moon had appeared on the sky alongside the stars– it was getting colder, and Brianne suddenly realized how tired she was; no matter how many odd jobs she got, they still made her feel exhausted at the end of the day.
She ended up leaning towards Douxie, who chuckled and held her in his arms, covering them up with his blankets to keep themselves warm; Brianne yawned, moving closer to her boyfriend and closing her eyes, smiling as he began carefully caressing her hair while she fell asleep on his hold.
Some humans were nice to her, and Douxie was the clear example of it.
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Nose mask: https://www.patreon.com/posts/makeup-set-66551614
Eyes: https://ppoyyopoyo.wixsite.com/pyopyosim/post/poyopoyo-nosemask-n3---eyelids-n5---eye-contacts-n13
Hair: Hair is by a second life creator Doux
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Highlighter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/42285173
Eyeliner: https://goppolsme.wixsite.com/goppolsme/single-post/2020/03/21/gpme-liner-cc34
Blush: https://www.patreon.com/posts/avocado-56361509
Eyelashes: https://www.patreon.com/posts/3d-eyelashes-68587728
Lips: https://www.patreon.com/posts/male-cc-set-55703083
Eyeshadow: https://www.patreon.com/posts/grande-coffee-42624442
Earrings: https://www.patreon.com/posts/earring-ultimate-30671297
Shirt: https://www.elliesimple-sims.com/product-page/cut-out-long-sleeve
Pants: https://www.patreon.com/posts/belaloallure-cc-59429410
Shoes: https://www.patreon.com/posts/ruperto-boots-60179939
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Tagged by @trekkitkat, thank you! 💜
Rules: Bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.
Appearance
i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards
Hobbies & Talents
i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition// i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand
Relationships
i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online
Nature
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
Misc.
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs
Tagging: @crystallinee-waters, @stellaluna33, @fandomsmeantheworldtome, @nicoleanell, @metamorphobic, @spookycheesestick, @swanxlake, @hiraeth-doux, @notsomecase, @emmanelson, @goofygooberton, @courtney2188 (if you want to, plus anyone else who might like to 💗)
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US Vogue August 1973
Model/Modèle Apollonia van Ravenstein
The small, pretty fisherman's knit with most becoming neckline in the world. Here, with a soft muffler , fuzzy knit cap and gloves, thin gold chains, narrow snakeskin belt, easy skirt a great look for casual days in town. Wool sweater, Margaret Godfrey for Bagatelle.
Hat and gloves, by Crescendoe-Superb. Long chain, red bangles, by Trifari. Short chain, by vendome. Winston Haynes checkerboard bangle. Alexis Kirk belt. Hair François of Kenneth.
La petite et jolie maille pêcheur au décolleté le plus seyant au monde. Ici, avec un cache-nez doux, une casquette et des gants en tricot flou, de fines chaînes dorées, une ceinture étroite en peau de serpent, une jupe facile, un super look pour les journées décontractées en ville. Pull en laine, Margaret Godfrey pour Bagatelle. Bonnet et gants, par Crescendoe-Superb. Chaîne longue, joncs rouges, par Trifari. Chaîne courte, par vendome. Bracelet damier Winston Haynes. Ceinture Alexis Kirk. Coiffure François of Kenneth.
Photo Bob Stone
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#us vogue#august 1973#fashion 70s#1973#fall/winter#automne/hiver#margaret godfrey#bagatelle#apollonia van ravenstein#bob stone#françois of kenneth#crescendoe-superb#vendome#trifari
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Special shoutout to both Endi. and REPULSE. Endi. is a newer store and REPULSE is back after a long hiatus! Please go show them some love and support ♥
.:ANATOMY:.
Head: LeLutka - Ceylon
Body: Ebody - Reborn
Hair: DOUX - Christwo
Eyes: REPULSE - Vicious Eyes
Neck/Chest Fade: Nuuna - Basics Fades
Tattoos: Endi. - Huli Jing
Head Gem: Duckie - Torment V3
Neck Gems: FAKEICON - Mary Gems
Horns: The Horror! - Hawny Hornz
Fangs: Sweet Thing - Fangs & Tusks
.:CLOTHING:.
Robe: MERCH - Jolair Gown
Bra: Le Fil Casse - Tammie Bralette *NEW* @ Tannenbaum
Panties: RENIE - Bea Panties
.:SCENE:.
Pose: Mirinae - Bibi
#lelutka#ebody#reborn#doux#repulse#nuuna#endi#duckie#fakeicon#thehorror#sweetthing#merch#lefilcasse#mirinae#tannenbaum#prismevents#sl#slblog#slblogger#secondlife#secondlifeblog#secondlifeblogger
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what is one of the most romantic things Arthur does for you?
Ah, finally a nice question about my husband! 🥰🥰 He's my fairytale prince, et le roi du mon monde 👑💍💖
Contrary to what some of you seem to believe, Arthur can be a very sweet, caring, and thoughtful man when he feels like it. Perhaps he is not perceived as the most warm, but it's important to remember that the way he communicates is different than how I do, because he has a form of Autism, formerly called Asperger's syndrome.
He does many romantic things and he has several ways of showing it.
Some are material, like giving gifts - whether they are practical, sentimental or just little niceties - or paying for me to have a self-care day at the spa or a day out with my friends!
Some are more personal and physical. He's very verbose and loves to flatter me with his tongue! And by that I do mean language, if your mind is in the gutter! We still write each other love notes all the time.
He's always complimenting not only my appearance, but my skills and personal traits too, especially if he knows I need some reassurance after a long, hard day. And he's more affectionate than you might think, he actually initializes kisses and cuddling about as often as I do. We are rather touchy-feely... I will spare you the details of our physical intimacy, but there are certain parts of my body which Arthur is constantly grabbing and praising 🤭🤭
Sometimes when i'm very tired he'll run a bubble bath for me with my favorite soaps and put on relaxing music. He likes to wash and comb my hair which is so dreamy. Or he'll pick out my outfits and makeup, telling me how lovely I look in a certain piece of clothing or color.
He dances with me and sings to me, changing the lyrics to be about his François! Comme c'est doux 🥰🥰 He also loves to carry me! Sometimes I even fall asleep on the sofa and end up in bed, in my pajamas. These things make me swoon, ça alors! 😍😍
And then there are the little things, which really add up. As I've mentioned before, holding doors, pulling out seats. If we are walking, he always has an arm around me. During car rides, he puts one hand on my thigh. He runs errands, he's handy around the house, and also tidies up quite a bit, like making the bed and helping with laundry.
He's gotten better at listening to me when I have something to say. He makes a point of letting the kids know that Daddy loves and respects Maman, even if we bicker. He gives me lots of smooches in front of them, and always refers to me with pet names!
These are just a few of the many examples, mais rassurez-vous, I am very much appreciated as a wife and mother! In fact I am spoiled rotten 🤭😘💝💘🌹
Bien affectueusement,
- François😘🥰💖
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That Was Hot But Maybe Don't Make A Habit Of Doing That Babe
warnings: well. assault. transphobia. some of my more. uh. salacious work. never proof read.
word count like barely over 1k.
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“Aren’t you afraid? Out here insinuating that God made a mistake.”
You clutched your red solo cup a little closer to you, trying your best to ignore this acquaintance who thought she had a right to corner you in this living room and tell you what she thought about your sinful lifestyle. Because that’s what you come to house parties for, to give other guests unsolicited advice on their mortal soul. You took a deep breath, schooling your expression as Jessica prattled on.
“Your body is a temple, you know. You can’t just do whatever you want with it. It’s sacred.”
You stared at her thick eyeliner, wondering if she used a stencil or something to get the wing that smooth. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a “messy bun” and a quick glance at her feet proved she was wearing white converse. So, a woman who’s bitter about having never been sold to one direction for gambling money, it looks like. You’d never seen her outside of a professional setting, so this was a curious insight on her personality, if the glaring red flag of this entire conversation wasn’t that already.
“Is that so,” you said in the bored-est tone you could muster.
“It’s a shame, really. You could’ve been a good wife and had a family like God intended, but no man will ever want you until you quit it with this. Such a waste.”
Ah, and there’s the reminder that she doesn’t see you as anything more than your uterus. Jessica swept her eyes over your form, so tight to the wall you were up against that you might have to unstick yourself from the wallpaper after this. You watched her as the look of disgust graced her features. The other people at the party may as well have been shadows, just you and the she-wolf here in this moment.
“And you’re not fooling anyone, hon,” she snorted, “Honestly, anyone can see you’re just a woman who really let herself go.”
“Excuse me?” you said through gritted teeth.
She grinned like a shark, “I said I didn’t think it was possible, but you’ve only gotten fatter and uglier since this whole thing started. You poor girl, letting your mental illness ruin you like this. Maybe if we had gotten you into a good makeup artist--”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence before the fist collided with her cheekbone. Your eyebrows hit your hairline as you instinctually tried to back further into the wall.
Ah. Looks like your boyfriend finally got here.
“Holy shit man! Did you just punch out that chick?”
Doux stared at his still-raised fist, in disbelief himself that he just did that. “Uh…” he trailed, “I’m a feminist?”
You glanced over to her. Jessica was too caught up in gripping her newfound nosebleed to pay any attention to you.
“OKAY,” you grabbed his shirt collar, “We need to go have a serious conversation, right now,”
You headed off up the stairs of the house, pulling Douxie along as you heard Jessica whine,
“Perfect, I got blood on me. This blouse is ruined.”
Well, at least she was madder about her dry cleaning than the getting punched part.
“Did anyone see who the hell did that?”
..Okay maybe not.
“I don’t know, Jess, it happened so fast, sorry. Let’s get you another drink, yeah?” You heard the host tell her. Fortunately, no one at this party was keen on the idea of having the cops called, so you could count on them to diffuse this situation for you.
You quickly found the upstairs bathroom, right where you remembered it. Luckily wide open and vacant. You shoved Doux inside, locking the door behind you. He awkwardly perched on the edge of the bathtub, rubbing his now sore knuckles, as you turned around to glare at him. His gangly legs kind of reminded you of a spider as he stamped his feet in annoyance.
“What. The fuck. Was that.” you stalked towards him.
“I’m not about to defend my need to defend you.” His tone was fast and angry, telling you was still riding out the adrenaline high from instigating a fight. He stood to meet your level. Or slightly tower over it, as it were.
You grabbed his collar again. Douxie stared you down as you leaned into his space, and he pushed himself into yours until your noses were brushing, pupils blown wild.
“I’d say it’s my responsibility, even.”
You aggressively kissed him, clacking your teeth together, but neither of you seemed to care. Your hands pinned his face into yours, and he grabbed your hips, pulling your body closer into his.
Your lips dragged together in a dance. It was amazing how easily he could make your head spin. Douxie moaned into you, and you, not for the first time, wished you could get a recording of that sound to play over and over again. You smiled into the kiss.
His hands roamed up to your ribs, fingers digging into the flesh of your chest beneath him. You gently bit down on his lower lip in retaliation, suckling an apology as he made a noise that could only be described as a hot little whimper.
You started walking him backwards, until he hit the wall behind him. You pushed a leg in between his, and an arm up on the wall beside his head, trapping him against you. Well, not trapping. He was bigger than you and could overpower you anytime he wanted to. That just made it sexier in your opinion.
He pulled back slightly, just to run his tongue over your lips, making you gasp and provide an opportunity for him to push in past your teeth. Doux moaned as he ran his tongue over yours, driving you crazy. God, you loved how vocal he was. And you loved tasting his breath like this.
Douxie continued exploring your mouth like he hadn’t memorized the pattern of your teeth by now and you let him have this bit of dominance over you, considering you were currently boxing him into the wall. He dragged his tongue along the roof of your mouth, and your brain shut off. Nothing was happening except this feeling. He was the only person in the world and--
A loud bang bang bang from someone knocking on the door reminded you where you were. And there were in fact more people here.
You pulled apart, gasping for breath. His face was adorably flushed.
“Just for the record, I wasn’t reprimanding you," you told him breathlessly.
“I can see that now.”
You snickered as he started fixing his hair in the mirror in an attempt to look less disheveled. It wasn’t going to matter when you both walked out together, but sure.
“I know the party just started but we might need to leave already.”
“Oh yeah, definitely. we ‘might’.” You smiled up at him, as you took his hand, “C’mon let’s get out of here before Jessica sees me again.”
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Une dernière fois, mon amour pour toi
Tes yeux verts, tes cheveux bruns et ton doux parfum
Ton intelligence, ta sociabilité, ton petit air sournois
4 années où je t’ai convoité, un amour, qui foudroie
Je te voyais charmer ces filles attirant ton désir
Je voulais ce regard sur moi, voir ces yeux si perspicace au moins une fois
A côté de toi je n’étais pas ma place, j’ai vécu un martyre, j’étais sans vie
Sur la plage, on riait, on se confiait, on arrivait même à se bagarrer
Mais tout cela n’était qu’amitié
Ce n’était pas une erreur,
Tu auras toujours une place au fond de mon coeur
Mais cette nuit là, j’ai compris, mon envie, mon désir qui s’était enfuit
Un rêve, un cauchemar que sais-je,
Tu étais là par terre, peut être endormi ou bien sans vie
Je l’ai embrassé, non pas ta bouche, ton âme
Tu ne m’as pas rendu ce baiser, tu ne m’as pas offert une seule larme
Un homicide, sans arme, sans parole,
C’était toi, le meurtrier,
C’était toi, que j’aimais Paul
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One last time, my love for you
Your green eyes, your brown hair and your sweet perfume
Your intelligence, your sociability, your sly little face
4 years I've coveted you, a love that strikes like a thunderbolt
I saw you charm those girls, drawing your desire
I wanted that look on my face, to see those discerning eyes at least once
Next to you I didn't belong, I lived a martyrdom, I was lifeless
On the beach, we laughed, we confided in each other, we even got into fights
But it was all friendship
It wasn't a mistake,
You'll always have a place in my heart
But that night, I understood, my longing, my desire that had fled
A dream, a nightmare, I don't know,
You were there on the floor, perhaps asleep or lifeless
I kissed her, not your mouth, your soul
You didn't kiss me back, you didn't offer me a single tear
A homicide, weaponless, wordless,
You were the murderer,
It was you I loved, Paul
#romance#art#writers on tumblr#writing#writerscommunity#writeblr#poesia#poetic#small artist#artists on tumblr#Spotify
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Hey Val! Since we are new moots and I don't know you that we'll, I thought that I would ask you a few questions (obv if you don't mind) bc I want to get to know you better. ( if you feel uncomfortable and don't want to answer some questions that's totally fine!) :))❤️
Do you have any pets?
What's your favorite genre of music?
Favorite place you have ever visited?
What's your favorite color?
What's your favorite animal?
What's your favorite book? (if you have one)
Your top three aot characters are?
Hey Klara !
Thanks for sending me an ask, it's a nice surprise !
Speaking of moots, last month has been crazy since I had 39 followers in november & 110 now ! I can't explain what happened though, trying to figure out how people follow me in the first place lmao
* Pets : three cats (one for each member of the family - same litter)
Mine is called Morphée ; I saved him from starvation & his green eyes say "thank you mummy" when he looks at me. Long-haired grey & white, huge. Also my child's is Onyx, huge, long-haired, black with yellow eyes & vampire fangs also called "le doux matou". My waifu's is Macha, short-haired, mostly white with brown & grey spots, she's thinner.
* Music : goth, metal, but I recently broaded my musical horizons ( link to spotify playlists for those interested ; I also have a Levi playlist + a Levihan playlist) & I'll be glad to get new suggestions !
* The most breathtaking place I've ever visited is Stonehenge (except for the crowd tbh). My heathen heart was filled with joy (we "celebrate" Alban Arthan / Jul & Litha with my husband). The site is amazing ; I was speechless
* Favorite color : black (also dark red & dark purple)
*Favorite animal : cats & big cats 🐯
*Favorite book : this one is too difficult, so I'll cheat ! I read A LOT, but I have favorite authors.
French : Maupassant, Baudelaire, Lautréamont, Villiers de l'Isle Adam, Verlaine, Albert Camus & contemporary author/director Philippe Claudel - I highly recommend the last.
Also Pablo Neruda, Franz Kafka, Edgar A. Poe, Oscar Wilde, Hoffmann, Paulo Coehlo.
*My top 3 AOT characters : no surprise, even when you barely know me, Levi, Hange & Erwin 💚💜💙
I'm sorry, this is a very long reply !! I got carried away 😳
I'll be more than happy if you could answer the same questions yourself ! I'd like to know you better as well 😉
Thanks again for your ask & take care of yourself Klara 💖
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so...carter and archie are both extremely important to douxie right? thats a given. ive been wondering about this for a while and i have to ask. which is stronger? a familiar bond or being soulmates? ik he loves them both different but ya
Hmm... good question. So, I've had this thought in the back of my head for a while, and I think that the only real answer is that both the bond he has with Carter as his soulmate and Archie as his familiar are both equally as strong but in very different ways.
The way I look at it is that no two bonds are ever the same. In the universe of Half-bloods and Hunters, there are several types of soul bonds. Familiar soul bonds, romantic soul bonds, and platonic/familial soul bonds.
Douxie has all three, but we'll get to the last one in a minute.
So, the familiar bond he has with Archie definitely separates and defines him in the wizard community. Familiars are not common, and are definitely much rarer than any other soul bond. Almost everyone has one of the other two, but only wizards are able to form familiar bonds with animals.
Douxie and Archie to me seem like they are two halves of one whole. You can't separate them without there being something obviously missing. They need eachother, in a more simplified term. Because they've been familiars for so long, I imagine that if you took one of them out of the picture, the other wouldn't last very long. In my mind, familiar bonds are ones that the individuals choose to create. And because there is that choice to be bonded for life, that's what makes it so special.
Now, the kind of soul bond Douxie and Carter have is a romantic one, although not every pair of soulmates are explicitly romantic. (Fenris and Archie are an example of this, where they have a sort of platonic soul bond that isn't strictly romantic, but there is something between them that goes deeper than just friendship. More on this later, as well as it being a major theme in the second book.)
Soulmates come in a lot of different forms, and not one looks the same as the other. Douxie and Carter are soulmates who both experience romantic and physical attraction, so this plays a large part in how their soul bond works. Here's an excerpt from something I was working on from Douxie’s pov:
Douxie nodded and kissed the top of his head. He smiled to himself, burrowing his face into Carter's soft hair, letting every part of his soul sync with Carter’s. Douxie let out a soft breath, relaxing even more into all of it. It was beautiful, to be intertwined, tangled in the way their souls crossed together, in the truest and deepest way possible. At the very core, that is what it meant to be soulmates.
It was to be in complete harmony with one another, each soul knowing the other and glowing for its counterpart. To feel and know the other to their core like you knew your own. To have an intimate understanding of the person who's soul was tied to your own.
Soulmate bonds tend to be more of where their souls reflect eachother. It's predestined in every sense of the word. Everyone has a soulmate, but like I said, not every pair of soulmates are necessarily going to be of the romantic kind. But, for Douxie and Carter, the soul bond is romantic.
So, the main differences between Douxie and Archie vs Douxie and Carter
Familiar bond= choosing to be soul bound
And
Soulmate bond= predestined soul bond usually having to do with fate
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Now, on the subject of platonic/familial soul bonds.
Platonic soulmates are definitely things, and are usually a pair of people (sometimes more than just two), who share the same qualities of a romantic soul bond, but without romance being involved. This is mainly common among asexual/aromantic people, and aroace soulmates are usually very close friends who spend their lives together.
And like I said previously, Douxie has a platonic/familial bond.
And it's with Jim.
So, because Jim is a Divine King, before he understood what that truly meant, he claimed Douxie as his family. Douxie is his wizard, a servant and advisor to the king Jim is going to become.
Both of them claim eachother as their family, and because of the way magic works, claiming eachother that way means they're going to form a familial bond. But the thing about it, is that platonic/familial bonds are almost always. predestined. But theirs wasn't. Because Jim is a Divine King, he has certain abilities associated with it. And Douxie is a wizard. They casually created a soul link between themselves because they love eachother that much.
Think about it like Percy and Grover's empathy link but on a much deeper level.
So yeah! The idea of soul bonds is a major theme of Book 2, and I'm super excited for it!!
#tales of arcadia#wizards tales of arcadia#hisirdoux casperan#toa wizards#carter howard#carterdoux#tales of arcadia oc#toa oc#toa ocs#toa archie#jim lake jr#toa trollhunters#trollhunters tales of arcadia#trollhunters#magic siblings supremacy#magical siblings#magic siblings#half bloods and hunters#the archie and fenris thing is something i actually lightly touched upon in love and war#its going to be more explicitly stated in book 2#i just feel like having known eachother for 80+ years you get super close#so yeah!#thx for the ask!
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Hello K, I'm a black simmer who follows you (too shy to come off anon yet ha ha) but I was curious about your wash and go? Do you use gel? Have a good day!
hi!! ty for following me n i hope u come off anon soon bc i deff wanna be ur friend!
wash n go's are so hard for me tbh, i usually do twist outs n braids outs but i've been experiementing w/ wash n gos. i have two diff routines, one for when i want more definition/hold and one when i want more volume/fluff! i start on washed/deep conditioned hair, and i usually stretch it in some chunky braids while its drying so its a little easier to work w/ since my strands are fine and tangle easily. when i want high definition, i use mousse def by the doux on VERY DAMP hair, i add a small bit of any leave in i'm feelin tht day and then add the mousse on top, a decent amount, and then just let it air dry. for more fluff, on damp/nearly dry hair, i use the african pride curl cream and the aunt jackie's no shrink gel. the no shrink gel has great shine, but its a rlly soft hold and allows me to separate my curls and get max fluffiness!
tips: rake product in, take ur time and go in smaller sections for max deifniton/curl clumping! wash n go's are not meant to be quick, its a very misleading name! put on a good show or a podcast, some music, etc and just relac and enjoy the process!
sorry if this was long, i hope this helps!!! <333
#i LOVE this question sm#i could talk abt natural hair care all day#would yall believe me if i told u i used to be bald a few yrs ago....#replies#hair care#k's tips
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Rating: Mature
Love the Darkest Parts of You - kitorion
Author: kitorion
Word Count: 3219 (oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Era: Hogwarts (sixth or seventh year)
Summary: “I thought- I don’t know… I knew it had been really bad and, when I stood up and I saw you lying there, I thought- I mean I don’t know what I thought. But I remember thinking, y’know, I have to tell him. But then Pomfrey came and I had to hide and I never got to and I didn’t know if I’d ever get to and-”
After Remus is badly injured on a full moon, Sirius realises he needs to tell him how he truly feels.
My Only Sunshine - Loua29xx
Author: Loua29xx
Word Count: 28973 (10 Chapters)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Muggle
Summary: Standing trial for the murder of the man he loves most in the world, Sirius can’t help but look back on his time with the light of his life. His sunshine.
Forever is Definitley Punk Rock - orphaned fic
Author: none
Word Count: 9,233 (1 Chapter + Epilogue)Rating: Mature
Alterate Universe: Muggle, Modern, University SettingSummary:
When Remus Lupin met Sirius Black for the first time, he very nearly killed him. Now, it wasn’t entirely his fault, something he would maintain for the rest of his life, and Sirius being as dramatic as he was would often remind the taller, tawny-haired man of his very harrowing near-death experience at the front bumper of his car.
The truth of it was, Sirius Black was perched on the kerb wearing a bowler hat, poufy shirt-sleeves, a vest, a monocle which actually worked and was the reason his vision was blurred in the one eye, skin-tight leather trousers, and he had a skateboard under his arm. Remus Lupin was behind the wheel of his car which was held together by prayer and twist-ties, and was cruising along at a reasonable speed considering London traffic, when the strange steampunk-themed man dropped the skateboard to the pavement and rolled into traffic.
One Fish [+Podfic] - @xinasvoice
Author: xinasvoice
Word Count: 5,016 (oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Muggle, Modern
Summary:
Inspired by this tweet: "Just watched a man bringing home a goldfish on the train accidentally pop the bag- fish flops on the floor. 3 people swarm to save him (the fish not the man). Guy chugs the last of his coffee and throws the fish in his cup. Lady next to him empties in her bottle of water."
So this is that, only wolfstar.
What's up star boy - @weird-fangirling-persona
Author: WeirdFangirlingPersona
Word Count: 13,024 (10 Chapters)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Coffee Shops & Cafes, Modern, Muggle
Summary: Remus is forced to attend a mixer blind date and he is not amused.
Until he meets a certain witty, long-haired star boy.
Inappropriate innuendos ensue.
Nothing without you - @tracingpatternswrites
Author: TracingPatterns
Word Count: 6,413 (oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Era: First War
Summary: Sirius, he thinks again, the only word that seems to catch in his mind as he stares at the bed. It’s Sirius, there, body stretched out and eyes closed and black hair spilling over the pillow and blood. So much blood. He looks like he’s sleeping, only not, because Sirius doesn’t sleep like that, on his back, still and quiet.
Billet-Doux en Noir et Blanc - @mooncat457writing
Author: MoonCat457
Word Count: 29,186 (8 Chapters)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Muggle, Modern, FWB, Holiday
Summary: Remus Lupin has a secret. Well, two actually. One, he’s been hooking up with Sirius Black—his best friend of eleven years and now roommate—on and off for six years, and two, he’s deeply and irrevocably in love with Sirius, has been for those six years. He thinks that those feelings will never be returned, which he’s alright with. Really, he is, or at least tries to be. But when Sirius asks him to be his last-minute date to his cousin’s wedding in Paris, Remus finds out that everything he’s thought to be true about his arrangement with Sirius is anything but.
let me tell you a secret - thecatslullaby
Author: thecatslullaby
Word Count: 4,079 (oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Era: Hogwarts (Sixth or Seventh Year)
Summary: One day Remus and Sirius decide to play a dangerous game and start flirting with each other.
Boundaries are blurred, feelings are uncovered (and other things are discovered).
These hills have eyes (and I got paranoia) - CasualMaraudering
Author: CasualMaraudering
Word Count: 3,839 (Oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Established Relationship
Summary: Remus feels his stomach twist uncomfortably. In an instant, he turns away and walks out the door, not caring whether Sirius hears it closing.
He feels his eyes sting as his brain screams at him; it all makes sense, in the worst of ways. But he refuses to say it to himself, even if all the dots slowly connect. Sirius wouldn’t. He’d never do that.
Not his Sirius, no.
Far Away the Stars - orphaned fic
Author: None
Word Count: 36,705 (2 Chapters)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Getting Together, Raising Teddy
Summary: “Oh hell, what a pair we make,” Remus said, and Sirius threw his head back and laughed.
“Truest statement I’ve heard in a long time.” Sirius bowed his head. “I don’t care about people easily. But you’re like a fucking tidal wave, Moony. You just short of showed up and swept me away and I gave up trying to fight it.”
Remus fought back the urge to grab him and pull him down and just have him right there because they hadn’t got that far yet. “And here I thought you just didn’t like me. Who knew?”
The Player's Secret - WrappedUp
Author: WrappedUp
Word Count: 51,568 (9 Chapters)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Getting Together, Celebrity Summary:
“So what’s he like? Full of it? Arrogant?”
“Yes,” he says, because he thinks that is a fair assessment. Sirius Black is full of it. He is arrogant. He’s also entitled and needy and smug. He’s talented, reckless, moody, selfish, childish, charming and sweet, and a million different other things Remus is trying to wrap his head around.
Sirius Black is hard work.
Remus Lupin is a successful documentary filmmaker who is assigned to make a fly-on-the-wall documentary featuring Sirius Black - one of the world's most brilliant footballers - as he competes in the European Championship.
All does not go smoothly.
Of Memories, Bitter and Sweet - @msalexwp
Author: MsAlexWP
Word Count: 9,473 (Oneshot)
Rating: Mature
Alternate Universe: Modern, Muggle, Amnesia
Summary: Remus loses his memory, but there are some things that can't be destroyed.
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so @hiraeth-doux tagged me (thanks nadin!!) and i’m tagging… @hamletistheoriginal-emo, @thefishisdead, @kalllistos, @barbienheimer, @general-cyno, @pinkieroy, @cid--telamon, @mrsdulac, and @countv0ncunt. no pressure!
rules: bold the ones that are true and tag 15 people to do it.
APPEARANCE
i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards
HOBBIES AND TALENTS
i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand
RELATIONSHIP
i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online
AESTHETICS
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sun rise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
MISCELLANEOUS
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs
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