#poison & wine part 8

[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 7/8

Here we get to the secret relationship as I wanted it to be surprise. Claudia is awesome as usual and Eddie and Steve are too cute for words.

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Eddie was feeling a tad grumpy. He was going to be alone for Thanksgiving. Chrissy was going back to her brother’s family for the holiday since both of them weren’t speaking to their parents anymore and even Uncle Wayne betrayed him by accepting dinner with his girlfriend’s family.

“That can’t be allowed,” Steve said when he heard. “Why don’t you join us for Thanksgiving? Dustin would flip if you came.”

Eddie chewed his lip nervously. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude. I could hit up the local buffet if I had to.”

“And risk the long lines, the sick servers, and the risk of food poisoning because they can’t get the food out fast enough?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow as he counted off the reasons on his fingers.

“You drive a hard bargain, Stevie.”

He laughed. “Plus Claudia is bring her new boyfriend and I need you to distract Dustin so he doesn’t freak out.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, all right. You win. I’ll come to your Thanksgiving. Who’s making dinner? Do I need to bring anything? I’ve got a killer roll recipe.”

“Me and Claudia share the cooking duties most years but because her boyfriend is coming I offered to do the whole thing.” Steve shrugged. “But sure take over the rolls. That’s one less thing I have worry about finding space in the over for.”

“Sweet!” Eddie said jumping up with a whoop. “I’ll even come a little early to be your cooking buddy so that you aren’t slaving away in the kitchen by yourself.”

Steve blushed. “You don’t have to that, Eds.”

“Steve,” Eddie said seriously. “I love your best friends. Robin and Dustin are amazing people that should in no way be allowed anywhere near the kitchen. They would burn it down and you know it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but he knew it was futile. “Yeah, okay. Dinner is a three so maybe come around one?”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds good, darlin’.”

Steve blushed.

*

Eddie was greet at the door by Claudia with a kiss on his cheek. His own mother had passed away and this amazing woman had decided she was going to adopt any motherless person she found. Robin and Steve didn’t speak to theirs and Eddie had lost his when he was six to cancer. So she had four children as far as she was concerned.

“I’m so glad you’re here, dear,” she muttered. “Steve keeps kicking me out of kitchen. It’s not that I worry he’ll do it wrong, of course!” She waved her hands. “No, I’m worried that he’ll take too much on and wear himself out so he can’t enjoy the meal after.”

Well that was something that Dustin definitely inherited from his mother. The sheer speed at which they spoke. They could get out as much information in five minutes then most people could get in fifty.

“Let me grab those rolls for you,” she continued sweetly. “I’ll just put on the on the side bar.”

Eddie let her take his dish and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. He found Steve in the cutest pink, frilly apron, hair slicked back with sweat and looking like he had just gotten off of a red-eye flight.

The first thing Eddie did was get Steve a cold beer out of the fridge and pop the cap. He handed it to him.

“Chef gets the booze,” he said with a grin. “Munson family tradition.”

Steve downed half of the bottle in one gulp. “Thanks. I think I like your tradition.”

Eddie chuckled. “As long as you don’t down the entire bottle of red wine used for the gravy, I think booze is the perfect aid for cooking.” He clapped his hands together. “Right, where do you need me?”

Steve started rattling off things that needed to be done and Eddie jumped right in.

Soon they were moving in tandem, just working in perfect rhythm.

Eddie burst out laughing when he heard Dustin tell Robin not go into the kitchen.

“It’s like fucking Swan Lake in there,” he whisper shouted. “I’m afraid if you go in their you’ll break the spell.”

They saw Robin peek in and then squeaked when she them looking back her. She vanished.

Steve shook his head fondly. “You can start stacking things up on the sideboard, Eds. We just have to give this bird time to rest and I’ll carve it up.”

“Sounds good, Stevie!” Eddie said and grabbed the stuffing. Homemade, not that box stuff. It was Claudia’s grandmother’s recipe and she refused to eat anything else.

Eddie was coming out with the candied yams when Dustin came up to him.

“Ma’s boyfriend’s got a nephew that does art, too,” he said. “Maybe you know him!”

Eddie shook his head. “Look, there are some many artists in just Indy alone, there is no wa–”

Just then Claudia ushered in her boyfriend and Eddie’s jaw slammed shut. He patted Dustin on the shoulder and said, “Actually, I take that back, I do know his nephew.”

The boyfriend stopped cold in his tracks when he saw Eddie coming toward him.

“When were you going to tell me, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said with a low growl, “that you were dating Claudia Henderson?”

Wayne Munson blinked at his nephew a moment, working his jaw as he tried to find the words. Any word would have done in that moment, but Wayne was stunned to silence for the first time in his life since learning that he was now the legal guardian of a very disgruntled eleven year old.

“Hi, Ed,” he managed to say, his voice high and unnatural. “Glad to see you found a place to go for Thanksgiving?”

Eddie folded his arms and tapped his foot. “I know you know who Steve Harrington is and if you’ve been dating Claudia long enough to have her stay at your place while Steve was in London, then you know I knew who they were after Halloween.”

Wayne looked over at Claudia who was staring at him with wide eyes as was Dustin.

“I’ll explain after dinner,” he promised them. Then he grabbed Eddie by the arm and dragged him off to a side room.

“How the hell did you even know this room existed?!” Eddie groused. “I didn’t know this room existed!”

“Look, son,” Wayne said. “I should have said something and it was wrong of me. Especially when I figured it out pretty quick that your Steve was Claudia’s Steve.”

Eddie sighed. “So why didn’t you?”

Wayne scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Because it’s been so long since we didn’t share something. Something that unique to both of us that wasn’t your art. I had a wonderful woman as my girlfriend and you had this sweet mother figure. And it was separate from the other.”

“Only it was the same person,” Eddie said dryly, shoving his hands in his back pocket. Were you never going to introduce us and hope we never found out?”

“No!” Wayne said. “Of course not! I going to tell you at Christmas.”

Eddie glared at him. “When it would be fucking unavoidable as we would both be invited to the Christmas party.”

Wayne ducked his head in shame. “I’m sorry, son. You have to believe that.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and then stomped over to his uncle. He wrapped his arms around Wayne’s shoulders with a heavy sigh.

“You didn’t want to feel obligated to keep dating her because I felt a motherly connection to her, huh?”

Wayne let out a shuddering sigh. “That was a big part of it, too.”

“I’ll go tell them what’s going on and give you a minute to compose yourself,” Eddie said and kissed the top of his head.

He nodded and watched as Eddie slipped back out into the hallway.

Sure enough all of the members of the household were waiting for him.

“Sorry about that,” he told them. “He was just being a little selfish and wanted to keep you guys to himself for a while.”

“That silly man,” Claudia huffed. “I’ll go talk some sense into him, shall I?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Go for it.”

Claudia went into the side room, leaving Eddie with the remaining three.

“We should go eat before all that lovely food gets cold,” Steve said with a smile.

Robin and Dustin went off on a tear, pushing and trying to trip each other so that they were the first in line.

Steve opened up his arms and Eddie fell into them with sigh.

Steve rubbed his back soothingly. “I know you feel a little betrayed right now, and you should. But pretty soon this will just be blip in your relationship and you’ll be able to tease him about insistently.”

Eddie raised his head. “That does sound nice.”

Steve kissed his cheek. “Come on, we better get out there before Robin eats all the stuffing and Dustin eats all the candied yams.”

Eddie gasped and then took off in a dead heat for the dinning room. Steve looked back at the room Wayne and Claudia were in and shook his head fondly.

He was sure everything was going to be just fine.

*

Dinner passed with little fuss and no drama. There was always going to be a little fuss about Dustin taking too much and Steve taking too little, but it worked out fine in the end.

That night they settled in for board games and pie.

“Pie is the one thing I leave to the professionals,” Steve said. “I don’t know where the saying ‘easy as pie’ comes from but they were a damn liar.”

Claudia laughed. “The crust is easy enough, but it’s the baking it so the rim doesn’t burn before the rest of the pie is done that gets me every time.”

“It’s the filling for me,” Steve said. “It’s either dead cold in the center or a goopy melted mess.”

Eddie put his head on the palms of his hands and batted his eyelashes at Wayne. “Uncle, would you like to tell me why you didn’t offer to make your world famous apple pie? As in the one you have won literal awards for?”

Wayne froze. “What pie?”

Eddie continued to bat his eyelashes.

“Snitch,” he groused. “Because I wanted someone else to do the work for a change.”

“I brought gramma’s rolls,” Eddie countered. “You could have made one pie.”

Wayne sighed. He knew he had been defeated. “I’ll bring it for Christmas.” He glared at Eddie. “I can’t believe you sold me out like that.”

Eddie got up and kissed his uncle on the cheek. “Payback’s a bitch,” he whispered in his ear.

Wayne flushed, but didn’t say anything else. He knew Eddie was right.

Dustin turned to Eddie. “You come to Christmas too!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Sure thing, bud,” was all Eddie said.

*

Chrissy came up behind Eddie having just gotten back from her brother’s house.

“You’re painting?” she asked. “I thought you had finished the piece for Steve.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “I tried to get him to stop paying our bills when I told him I finished it, but he said the contract was for six months and while I had completed my side of the bargain, he hadn’t yet. He told me to just have fun until the end of the year. Goof off or work on my own passion projects.”

“That was sweet of him,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “What are you painting?”

“Steve’s Christmas from me,” he answered. “His favorite dragon is a yellow chromatic dragon.”

“Aren’t they all evil?” she asked.

Eddie set down his paint brush and turned in his stool. “Did you ever see that Disney cartoon where knight and the dragon are having tea?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I vaguely remember that.”

“It’s going to be like that,” he said. “Instead of fighting the knight and the dragon are sitting down and having tea.”

“That’s cute!” she said. “He’ll love it.”

He blushed. “That’s the hope.”

***

Part 8

Don't be too hard on Uncle Wayne, it's hard being a single parent even if they've already moved out. He was stupid, but it wasn't malicious.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Hey, can you do a Yan!Visenya and Yan!Rhaenys Targaryen prompt where the reader is Rhaenys' twin and is very innocent. Both sisters are romantic yanderes for him (Aegon aswell but only platonic for him). Where reader wants to take a lover/mistress and Visenya and Rhaenys protests against it.

[8] "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you."

[20] "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again."

[28] "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

(You can put it in any order you want.)

Prompt [8] - "Nobody else can love you the way I love you. I would do anything to prove that to you." Prompt [20] - "I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again." Prompt [28] - "Every part of me belongs to you, and I will do anything to have every part of you with me."

❝🔥 tw: typical Targaryen incest and perhaps a little suggestive.

❝🔥 word count: 1,552.

— note: the image/art does not belong to me and all credits to its creator. Unfortunately, I couldn't find its creator, but if you're reading this and want your credits or it removed, contact me.

''I want a lover.''

Visenya choked on the wine she was drinking, Rhaenys froze, and Aegon frowned.

''How so?'' Visenya demanded after she managed to swallow the wine. You looked at her who looked at you like you were crazy.

''I want a lover.'' You repeated, sipping some wine.

''Why?'' The words that came out of your older sister's mouth were like poison.

You shrugged and sighed loudly, ''Because I want one and wish to have some fun. Why does anyone else have a lover?'' You replied as if it were obvious, but Visenya's violet eyes flashed with fury.

''You won't do such thing.'' She ordered, looking to the others for support.

''You don't give me orders.'' You said sharply, getting up from the table where you were having dinner with your sisters and brother.

''Where are you going?'' Rhaenys wanted to know. You looked at your twin, who crossed her arms.

''Fly with my dragon.'' You replied and without waiting for answers, you left the dining room.

Visenya looked at her younger sibilings who looked unsure what to do. At least Aegon didn't know what to do, Rhaenys was strangely silent.

''So?'' She asked no one in particular. She looked at Aegon who raised his hands in surrender.

''What?'' He muttered, taking a piece of bread.

Visenya took a deep breath.

''We can't let (Y/N) have a lover.'' Rhaenys replied, her pretty face twisted into a grimace.

Aegon rolled his eyes, ''And why not? It's not like he's going to get married and leave Dragonstone. It's just a little fun.''

His sisters looked at him like he was insane. This angered Aegon, who just got up from the table.

''Where do you think you're going?'' Visenya questioned. ''We're not done talking.''

Aegon smirked, ''It's over for me. And if you want to know, I'm going to join our brother. It's been a while since Balerion and I have flown.'' With that said, Aegon withdrew from the dining room, leaving Visenya and Rhaenys alone.

''Our brother will not take a lover.'' Visenya decreed and Rhaenys agreed. ''He's very innocent and, I'm sorry to say, naive at times. Who knows what this lover could do to him?''

Rhaenys nodded and drank a glass of water, ''Agreed. Besides, he doesn't need one, not when he has me.''

Visenya thought for a while. You didn't need a lover, not when you already had her and, apparently, Rhaenys. It's nothing new that she had feelings for you, although you didn't know it. She wanted to become your wife, following your family's customs, but she feared that would not happen.

She was the eldest and Aegon was second. Traditionally, she would marry Aegon and Rhaenys would marry with you. She didn't like that, though. She liked Aegon, but she didn't love him the way she loved you.

She couldn't help but feel jealous of Rhaenys.

''What are we going to do?'' Rhaenys asked, snapping her older sister out of her reverie.

Visenya arched an eyebrow, and Rhaenys sighed.

''I will not and cannot allow my brother, my twin I might add, to get involved with anyone. He's mine.'' Rhaenys spoke sharply and that surprised her sister. Rhaenys's voice was always so sweet and gentle and the tone she used was nothing like her usual self.

''Yours?'' Visenya asked, amused.

Rhaenys stared at her sister with an icy glare, ''Yes. Mine. He is my future husband and my twin brother, so I believe I am entitled to claim him as mine.''

Visenya's face formed a frown.

''But,'' Rhaenys began, ''I know you're in love with him and I don't want there to be a fight between us, sister. So I propose a deal.''

''What kind of deal?'' Visenya asked suspiciously.

Rhaenys smirked, "One where we'll both get what we want."

Your flight had been pleasant. You loved flying and you loved your dragon, two perfect combinations.

''Are you really going to take a lover?'' You turned your head to your brother who now walked beside you back to Dragonstone.

''I think so.'' You shrugged, ''Is it that bad?''

Now it was Aegon's turn to shrug, ''I wouldn't say bad, just... Unusual.''

''Why? You have a mistress, brother.''

''Yes, but that's different.''

''Oh? And why?''

''Because I don't have Visenya and Rhaenys in love with me.''

You froze, stopping in your tracks instantly. You turned to Aegon like a bolt of lightning.

''What?!''

Aegon chuckled, "Didn't you notice? Seriously?''

You shook your head, too shocked to speak.

''You are very innocent, brother. How do you intend to have a lover when our sisters are so in love with you? And, dare I say, possessive.''

''I...'' You didn't know what to say. You cleared your throat, ''Doesn't that bother you? You should marry Visenya.''

''No, it doesn't bother me.'' Aegon replied, starting to walk again. You took a deep breath, trying to organize your thoughts, and ran to catch up.

''What should I do?''

''Whatever you think is best.'' Aegon simply replied and when you entered the castle where you lived, he turned to you and said, ''I'm going to go get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow.''

You stood still for a few minutes, watching your brother turn his back on you. When he disappeared from your field of vision, you decided to go bath and go to sleep. You could think about what to do tomorrow.

Knowing what you wanted, you made your way to your room and when you entered, you were surprised to see your sisters in it.

Visenya sitting in a chair and Rhaenys lying on your bed.

Both dressed in a thin nightgown that showed more than needed to be seen.

''Welcome back, brother.'' Rhaenys smiled at you.

You crossed your arms and took a few steps back as Visenya rose from her chair and walked over to you.

She chuckled when you pulled away and cocked her head to the side, ''Scared?''

''I would say worried.'' You replied, not knowing what to do. ''What are you doing here?''

Rhaenys has decided to get out of bed and approach you. Soon you found yourself cornered by your sisters.

''We've come to make sure you don't take a lover.'' She replied and smiled, ''Because nobody else can love you the way I love you,'' Rhaenys put her soft hands on your face, forcing you to looking at her, ''and I would do anything to prove that to you.''

''We.'' Visenya corrected and you swallowed hard when you saw the determined look on her face. ''Can't you see how much I love you?''

''We.'' This time it was Rhaenys who corrected.

Visenya gave her an irritated look, but then focused on you. Your hands were sweating when she pushed you against the door.

''Can't you see that we belong to each other?'' She whispered against your lips, ''Can't you see that every part of me belongs to you?'' Visenya's breath against your lips was hot and you felt an involuntary desire rise within yourself. ''And I will do anything to have every part of you with me.''

She finally broke the distance and forced hers lips on yours.

You groaned in surprise but didn't pull away. You allowed her to kiss you. Visenya wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing her body closer to you and you blushed when you felt her breasts against your chest. You placed your hands on her waist, squeezing lightly.

''I don't know whether to be happy or jealous.'' Rhaenys commented after you and Visenya parted.

''How about both?'' Visenya muttered breathlessly. She pulled back a little and licked her lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

Rhaenys rolled her eyes and pushed her sister aside, standing in front of you.

''You know, (Y/N), it's unfair that she's the one who tasted you first. After all, you and I share the same womb at the same time.'' She grumbled and touched your cheek lovingly.

You can't help but to close your eye at the affection.

''Do you know I would do anything for you?'' Rhaenys whispered, ''You are my twin brother, there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. I would do anything for you, even cross the abyss of death and return just to hold you again.'' She declared and closed her eyes, waiting for you to kiss her.

Against your better judgment, you kissed her.

Rhaenys blushed and returned the kiss passionately and softly. Her lips were soft and you found yourself enjoying all the love she had to give you. Your hands went to her face and you deepened the kiss, your tongues touching Rhaenys hugged you, touching your bodies and you could feel how hot her body was.

You found yourself enjoying all the love your sisters had to give you. Maybe it wasn't bad after all.

You loved them and they loved you. And you were a Targaryen, there's nothing wrong with that.

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[likecanyoujustnot]

Cardan’s letters pov

Part 2: nearer

A/n: this part is a fair bit longer lmk if you wanna be tagged for the other parts

Part 1. Part 3

I stared at Taryn from across the room. She was laughing at something a courtier had said. I’d contemplated asking her if she’d heard from Jude, but as far as I knew she still thought Jude and I hated each other. And asking as to her well-being would be suspicious.

“Cardan.”

It took all my self control to not flinch at that voice.

I turned to him, “Locke.”

“You seem to be particularly gloomy tonight.”

I ignored him and looked at the faeries, all of them drunk or drinking, laughing and dancing. Happy.

“You could have you pick of any of them.” I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Maybe more than just one. Wouldn’t be the first time now would it?”

I wish Jude was here. I’d ask her to stab him. Not so bad that he would die, just enough to shut him up.

I’d been like that the past weeks. I’d sent the letter 8 days ago. She’d now been gone for 19 days. If past Cardan could see me know, moping over a mortal, fantasising about my former best friend getting stabbed, not even touching the wine in my hand, he’d laugh and sneer, call me pathetic.

“No it would not.” I still didn’t look at him.

“This mood wouldn’t have to do with a certain Duarte sister’s recent exile would it?”

“In case you’ve forgotten, Locke,” I threw as much venom into his name as possible. “I exiled her, I knew exactly what I was doing.”

“Yes well, usually by now you’d be drunk out of your mind, a few lovely ladies draped over you and a gaggle of courtiers hanging off your every alcohol-slurred word.” He laughed. “Seems that that crown has made you rather boring.”

I wanted to throw said crown at him.

“Come join the party, a bed that big is surely too big for only one.”

There was only one woman I wanted in my bed. And she was currently in the mortal world.

“Perhaps you should be more worried about the amount of people who may be in your wife’s bed.” I threw a pointed glance at Taryn, standing awfully close to a green-haired faerie.

I would bet my title that Locke had not stayed loyal to his wife. The fae had twisted views on fidelity to one’s spouse, it was frowned upon, but also expected, especially among the likes of Locke, who believed they could do whatever they wished, I wouldn’t be surprised if Taryn took another lover to balance it all out. I had no intentions of ever betraying the trust of my wife.

Though I had already done that when I exiled her hadn’t I?

Locke didn’t even look at Taryn. Since we were both married to a Duarte sister, that technically made us brothers, though I would rather be drowned than ever acknowledge that to him.

“What my wife chooses to do with her spare time is none of my concern.”

Yes, like pretend to be her sister and trick the king into removing his general from his oaths, allowing him to do whatever he wants.

“Did you have any particular reason for bothering me Locke?” I looked at him, brows raised, unamused.

“Yes, about my birthday.”

“Your birthday is in five months.” That was it?

“Yes, I have something extravagant planned and I-”

I could see where this was going. “You are not using my gold to pay for your foolish personal revels, you have enough of your own.”

There was a flash of anger in his gaze as he said, “Very well. It appears some of Jude’s sensibility rubbed off on you,” and he left.

Good riddance.

I turned my attention back to studying Taryn. Everyone said they were identical, and they were, but I could tell the difference. Taryn didn’t seem to glow the way Jude did. Didn’t draw attention, didn’t make me want to do foolish things like declare how I felt for the world, risk war simply to get her back, do the things that haunted my most depraved thoughts.

Or maybe I couldn’t, since Taryn had fooled me. But I had been poisoned. And she had a strange quality to her skin.

I got up from the throne and left the party, walking to my room.

I was going to write another letter to Jude.

Locke was right, the bed was too big for just one. So I had to convince my wife to come back to me, to join me in that bed.

Jude,

Please come home, back to me, I need you

Why was putting my thoughts into words so difficult?

Maybe I should’ve been paying attention in school instead of getting drunk and spending half my time tormenting Jude and the other half staring at her and hoping no one noticed.

There had to be a reason she hadn’t come back didn’t there?

I assumed she was staying with Vivienne in the mortal lands, where Oak was as well. One would think if anything happened to her Vivienne would tell me, or at least tell Taryn, and if Taryn heard, Locke would, and he would undoubtedly lord it over me.

No.

Jude was stronger than that. She would never let anything in the mortal lands harm her, even if through nothing but force of will.

I wondered if her every waking moment was as filled with thoughts of me as mine were of her.

The guard had assured me that the last letter had made it to a messenger, so I didn’t see how she would not get it.

There was only one other reason she wasn’t coming back: me.

Had she felt that betrayed by the exile that she was staying away to spite me? Was the thought of being married to me, being my queen, that horrible that she didn’t want to come back? It seemed like something she would do.

Jude,

Since I cannot imagine there is much in the human lands to interest you, I can only suppose your continued absence in Elfhame is due to me.

I urge you. Come be angry at a nearer distance.

Cardan

I refrained from begging her to come back. Though if she didn’t respond to this I very well might.

If I had any clue where she was I’d go there personally. But I’d need to ask Taryn, and I did not want to talk to her.

This time I personally took the letter to a messenger I found scampering through a hallway. Half human male. Might be inclined to deliver a letter to another human.

“Make sure this gets to her.”

He nodded and took off, no questions as to why the king was sending a letter to his exiled seneschal.

It was out of my hands now.

All I could do was wait.

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[nico-is-typing]

"Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation", a guide

Notes:

The chapter summaries were written by the author and translated by the staff at the Mo Dao Zu Shi Wiki. This "guide" serves as a simplified overview.

To make it easier to access the information, this is divided into novel volumes. Aside from the list of chapters, and respective summaries, at the end you can find ALL FLASHBACKS (for people who, like myself, dislike flashbacks and need a previous warning).

Volume 1

Prologue

Wei Wuxian has died!

1. Reincarnation

Wei Wuxian is reincarnated into someone else's body.

2. The Intractable

Part 1: Wei Wuxian makes a scene in front of Gusu Lan disciples. Part 2: Evil spirit comes Part 3: Battle corpses

3. The Prideful

Part 1: I have a little donkey that I never ride Part 2: Wangji's long-awaited arrival Part 3: After washing my face, found out I was actually pretty handsome Part 4: Soul-eating woman Part 5: I am taking this person back to the Lan Clan

4. The Elegant Flirt

Part 1: Overbearing Hanguang-jun's crazy little escaping wife??? Part 2: Inviting death by crawling into his bed Part 3: First meeting as schoolmates Part 4: I hate you Part 5: Inviting death by provoking him Part 6: Teasing this Goody-two-shoes Part 7: Water spirit, loquat, muahh! Part 8: Rabbit, taking a beating, bye-bye!

5. The Sunny Pair

Part 1: Leaving the mountain to elope!!! Part 2: The husband duo leaves the mountain Part 3: Caressing your hand, huzzah! Let's go to a darker place together...╭(′▽`)╭(= =)╯ Part 4: Man-Eating Ridge

6. The Malevolent

Part 1: Rotten luck Part 2: Coming out alive Part 3: Nonchalantly shedding fake identity + princess carry Part 4: Unveiling the secret of the Man-Eating Ridge of Qinghe Part 5: Aaaahhhhh! What else is buried in the walls?!

7. The Morning Dew

Part 1: Come~~ be happy~~ let's drink wine~~ Part 2: "Sir, what's your last name?" "It's... Lan" Part 3: The extermination of the Chang clan, gravedigger, summoning Wen Ning again Part 4: Lan Zhan... is drunk......... Part 5: "You were so wild last night, Hanguang-jun"

Volume 2

8. The Stalk of Grass

Part 1: Foggy ghost city Part 2: Paper effigies Part 3: Paper effigy shop and sticky rice porridge Part 4: Who's outside the door? Bamboo pole clacks Part 5: Who are you, and who are you? Who the f**k are you guys really? Part 6: Secrets start unveiling Part 7: Yi City's story Part 8: Frost Blood Parts 9: Trash Yang incites the wrath of heaven and people Part 10: The husband duo decapitates Trash Yang, Xing-Lan-Qing gets sorted out, Yi City Arc complete

9. The Allure

Part 1: Wangji drunkenly hits Wen Ning, Xiao-Wanjun binds Wei Ying at night Part 2: Special program: "Drunk" by Lan Wangji, "Interrogation" by Wei Wuxian, "Kiss" joint performance Part 3: Take off my headband, you become mine!!!

10. The Beguiling Boy

Part 1: Headless man Part 2: Secret room, head Part 3: The Venerated Triad Part 4: A mutual fan-turned-anti story Part 5: A mutual fan-turned-anti story, complete

Volume 3

11. Supreme Courage

Part 1: Previous life Part 2: The beast at the end of the deep cavern Part 3: Wicked beast and biting Wan-jun, piggyback leads to heart aflutter Part 4: Tease. Flirt. Escape. Bite. Yell. Wail~ Part 5: Kill after finishing teasing, tease after finishing killing.

12. Sandu: The Three Poisons

Part 1: A storm is brewing Part 2: All hell breaks loose. A great slap Part 3: Upheaval at home Part 4: Wen Ning Part 5: Dead end

13. Ill Winds

Part 1: Rise of the evil and charming wickification Part 2: Continuing that rise of evil and charming wickification

14. Soft

Part 1: Inseparably in love Part 2: Sinister melody Part 3: Set out Part 4: Pouncing into a grass pile is a type of romance Part 5: Dig graves and eat melon Part 6: Crusade against

15. Peony for the Soon Departed

Part 1: Everyone, I like flashbacks Part 2: Shadow Part 3: Tossing flower from the balcony

Volume 4

16. The Unruly

Part 1: Crashing a feast Part 2: Defect

17. Distance

Part 1: Two people taking care of a little one together Part 2: Goodbye my love

18. Night Flight

Part 1: Wei Wuxian, lifelong anti-fan of Jin Zixuan, says "I won't troll Jin Zixuan for a year" Part 2: Wickification maxed Part 3: Die with her, everyone!

19. Core of the Truehearted

Part 1: Flashback ends, back to the present Part 2: Unmask Part 3: The crowd of corpses at Burial Mounds Part 4: Battle against the fierce corpses Part 5: A-Yuan, A-Yuan Part 6: Blinding the children by showing off Part 7: Spilling secret Part 8: Don't you know? Once you have a boyfriend, you must take him to see where you grew up Part 9: Pay respect towards heaven, saving mutual salute between couples for later Part 10: The truth behind the golden core Part 11: Jiang Cheng is shook

20. Day and Night

Part 1: Stealing lotus pods Part 2: One inn, one room Part 3: One is handsome, one is charming, therefore they should do something Part 4: Drunken Ji Part 5: Stealing jujube and chicken Part 6: Love bathing Part 7: Overthink Part 8: Now Wei Wuxian can't leave Lan Wangji

Volume 5

21. Hensheng: To Hate Life

Part 1: Time to beat Yao-meimei Part 2: Discipline whip scars Part 3: Confession Part 4: Rescue failed Part 5: I'm sorry. I broke my word. Part 6: But, those are all things in the past Part 7: It is all you guys' fault Part 8: Boss's dignity Part 9: All gathered in one hall

22. Hidden Edge

Part 1: Everyone fights older Nie together Part 2: Nie Mingjue f**k you #%@&#*&@ Part 3: Seal the coffin Part 4: Everyone has their own path

23. Wangxian: Forgetting Envy

Part 1: Every day is every day Part 2: Sweet Part 3: The ballad of Wangxian was as long as the journey here, now the song has ended but the couple are together at last

Extras

Family Banquet

Part 1: Honeymoon, going back to check up on Hubby's family (○｀3′○） Part 2: Honeymoon, day-to-day accounts Part 3: Daily lives of the lovey-dovey husband duo

The Incense Burner

Part 1: Let's gather around and watch Er-gege's () dream Part 2: Yiling Patriarch Xian vs Young Wangji, KO

Villainous Friends

The daily lives of the evil duo, committing crimes and wiping evidence

Gate Crasher

Part 1: A small night-hunt after Wangxian goes into seclusion Part 2: Catching creatures with Sizhui Part 3: You're a virgin? :P

The Iron Hook

Part 1: Patriarch's night-hunt course Part 2: Second night-hunt notes

Lotus Seeds

Summertime of youth

Yunmeng

A dream among clouds, a dream come true

From Dawn till Dusk

Cuddling and grading papers

Flashbacks

Vol. 1

From "The Elegant Flirt, Part 3" to "The Elegant Flirt, Part 8"

Flashback to the beginning of the Cloud Recesses' Arc. Includes: Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji's first meeting at around fifteen years old.

Between "The Morning Dew, Part 2" and "The Morning Dew, Part 3"

Lan Wangji (re)tells the story of Xiao Xingchen and the massacre of the Yueyang Chang Clan.

Vol. 2

From "The Stalk of Grass, Part 6" to "The Stalk of Grass, Part 9"

Past memories, from performing Empathy on A-Qing (ghost) Includes: The expanded story of Xiao Xingchen, A-Qing, Xue Yang, and Song Lan; What is really happening in Yi City.

In "The Allure, Part 3"

Minor flashback to the archery contest, at the Qishan Wen Clan's Discussion Conference. Includes: One of the first forehead-ribbon incidents

From "The Beguiling Boy, Part 3" to "The Beguiling Boy, Part 5"

Past memories, from Nie Mingjue (non-consensual Empathy) Includes: Meng Yao's back story; A look into sworn-brotherhood; What really happened to Nie Mingjue?

Vol. 3

From "Supreme Courage, Part 1" to "III Winds, Part 2"

Flashback to Wei Wuxian's first life. Includes: Nightless City Arc (Wen Clan of Qishan); Burial Mounds, the first appearance; The demise of Wen Chao; Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji realizing Wei WuxIan has changed.

From "Peony for the Soon Departed, Part 1" to "Peony for the Soon Departed, Part 3"

Flashback to Wei Wuxian's first life. Includes: Archery competition, the full story; A sneaky kiss; Jin Zixun being the worst.

Vol. 4

From "The Unruly, Part 1" to "The Unruly, Part 3"

Flashback to the "The Downfall of Wei Wuxian". Includes: Crashing the Jin banquet; Qiongqi Path (freeing the remnants of Qishan Wen Clan); Turning the Burial Mounds into a home; Cultivation World leaders start scheming; Jiang Cheng wants to fight.

From "Distance, Part 1" to "Distance, Part 2"

Flashback to the "The Downfall of Wei Wuxian" continues. Includes: Lan Wangi visiting the Burial Mounds; Accidentally adopting a child together; "Rich-gege"; Jiang Yanli is a bride now.

From "Night Flight, Part 1" to "Night Flight, Part 3"

Flashback to the "The Downfall of Wei Wuxian" continues. Includes: Wei Wuxian tries to be a good uncle; Ambush at Qiongqi Path; R.I.P Jin Zixuan and good-riddance Jin Zixun; The Wen siblings surrender; Wei Wuxian says goodbye to his remaining sanity (Yanli deserved better); Bloodbath of Nightless City ensues.

There's no actual flashbacks in Vol. 5. Still, some of the Extras take place in the past.

#grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #mxtx #wangxian #mxtx mdzs

[babyhatesreality]

The Sinner and the Saint Ch 8

Pairings: Slow Burn Mob!Boss Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: NS/FW, f!reader, language, reader is initially terrified, talk of weapons (but none actually appear in this chapter), talk of death, reader is referred to by her stage name of Angel, everybody has secrets, reader is insecure, Bucky is a lovable menace, reader is an ex*tic dancer, conversation about int!mate details, D/$ dynamic and talk, reader has panic attack/meltdown/rage moments, slow burn relationship. 

YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. MINORS DNI. THIS IS AN 18+ STORY ONLY AND IS NS/FW. I DO NOT CONSENT FOR ANY OF MY WORKS TO BE COPIED, REPRINTED, OR TRANSLATED ONTO ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT MY OWN. Likes, comments and reblogs deeply appreciated.

Previous- Chapter 7

Chapter 8

“You’re Bucky Barnes,” you whispered in terror. 

Bucky Barnes. One of, if not the most, notorious and elusive mafia dons on the planet was sitting across the table from you. A man so secretive and so cunning, yet so ruthless, that the only people who dared to speak of him were on back alley message boards in the unsavory corners of the web. A man who no one knew what he looked like outside of the metal arm, although the wild rumors of that were so insane and far-flung that no one thought they were real. Bucky Fucking Barnes. The stories of what he had gone through with his arm- and what he had done to the person responsible in retaliation- were beyond horrific. No one could catch Barnes. No one really knew how much of the city he controlled, but it was pretty safe to assume he had his metal hand in everything. One man that no one ever dared to cross. Or if they did, they never lived long enough to confirm what he actually looked like. 

Bucky. Mother. Fucking. Barnes. 

Your first immediate and irrational thought was that you were dead. Mafia Dons killed- that was all they did, right? This was it, this was the end. It was all over and you were as good as dead. An icy chill spread through your body as you sat, frozen in horror, awaiting what was surely your sudden and immediate demise.  You expected him to reach into his jacket pocket, withdraw a gun, and point it between your eyebrows. Or that you would suddenly start foaming at the mouth from the poison that was surely in the food, or maybe the wine? Or some other grizzly form of a horrific death that you’d probably not even heard of before.

So when, instead of instantly killing you, Bucky sat back with a sigh...and fucking POUTED, the tiny part of your brain that wasn’t in terrified shock perked up like a confused puppy ...what...he’s...pouting?!

“Dammit,” Bucky grumbled, still...well, there was no other word for it....POUTING. “Guess I owe the punk fifty bucks.” He pinched his lips like a child who’d just run out of cupcakes, then shrugged and looked back at you with that damn mischievous twinkle in his eye, like whatever had been bothering him, he was already over it. “Yeah,” he said casually. “I’m Bucky Barnes.” His blue eyes scanned your face carefully. When you didn’t move- you bloody couldn’t move, you had literally forgotten how to make your body do the things- he chuckled one low, smarmy laugh. He reached under the table and pushed something. 

Your primal fight-or-flight response was triggered. You shrieked and grabbed onto the table for dear life, your panicking brain convinced that the floor was going to open up underneath you and you’d plunge to your death. Bucky’s eyebrows shot up at your “defense”, and....wait...was he...trying not to laugh at you?!

The door opened behind you and you were too terrified to turn around, squeezing your eyes shut and saying every prayer that you’d ever heard. So you completely missed Bucky holding up three silver fingers to his lips and tapping, then opening both hands to the side and pulling them closed quickly to his body. Makkari nodded at him and exited, giving you a concerned look that you didn’t see. 

“Breathe, Angel,” Bucky said in a soft, sweet voice. That was startling enough to wrench your eyes open, staring at him in disbelief, then you shrieked and jumped another mile at the person suddenly standing right next to you. When you realized it was just Makkari holding a glass of water, all you could do was look at her in sheer, unmitigated terror. She gently took your hand and wrapped it around the water glass. Then she quickly took your other hand and carefully placed a piece of paper into it, and gave you a friendly squeeze. You looked down at the paper. It only had two words on it. 

You’re safe. 

Your eyes shot to hers, utter disbelief on your face. Did she not realize this was Bucky Holy Mother of God Barnes?! She smiled warmly again, and patted your shoulder in a consolingly way. She pointed to the paper again, nodded reassuringly, and gave you another little friendly squeeze before walking away. As the door shut, you honestly didn’t know what to think or do. You were sitting with one of the world’s most deadly people looking you in the eye...but you were safe? Your overwhelmed brain could not make it make sense, and so you just sat there, stupefied. 

“Drink your water,” Bucky ordered in a soft voice. Before you were even fully aware that you were doing it, you brought the glass to your mouth and drank. It was like you were programmed to follow his directions. But even after your body and your brain got in sync, you continued to drink. Partially out of desperation for something to do, because you literally had no fucking clue what your next move would be. You drained the glass, set it down on the table with a thunk, and took a deep breath. You dared to look at the gangster across the table. 

He was smiling that damn mischievous and challenging smile that drove you insane. “Feel better?” he asked, but that undercurrent of a smug smirk ignited a firework in your brain. A firework that you were, unfortunately, unable to control, due to that fucking smirk that had been tormenting you all week.

“NO, I DON’T FEEL BETTER!” you shrieked, almost banshee-like in your tone and tenor. “HOW THE FUCK IS A GLASS OF WATER SUPPOSED TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU’RE A GODDAMN MOB BOSS?!?”

Bucky, to your intense fury, just laughed in response. “Okay, you got a point,” he said jovially. “Would a second glass of water help?” he asked, tilting his head at you, his blue eyes wide- the picture of pious innocence. Oh fuck him to the moon and back. It was like he knew exactly which buttons to push to activate Mount Vesuvius again, and was getting a hell of a thrill off it. 

You shot up out of your chair like you’d been electrocuted. “I am going to KILL you!!” you shrieked, out of pure unadulterated rage. 

Bucky tilted his head to the side, like he was thinking. “That might not end well for you,” he said plainly. But the meaning behind it made your knees buckle, and you collapsed back onto your chair weakly, terrified. 

“Oh fuck,” you whispered in horror, fear once again taking the wheel. “Jesus, I didn’t mean...I-”

“It’s okay, Angel, I’m just messing with you,” Bucky said, his challenging smirk morphing quickly to his legitimately kind one. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I don’t often get this reaction anymore, and I gotta say- it was kind of flattering.” He picked up his wine glass, toasting you. “People normally try so hard to keep a straight face when they realize who I am, that I couldn’t help myself. I had to mess with you, just a little. I know, I know, I’m a dick.” He didn’t seem too terribly bothered by his self-own as he took a large sip of wine, the smirk reappearing. 

At the sight of the actual man that you thought you’d come to know and feel for this last week, everything that was screaming inside of you started to tone down a bit. “You’re....you’re really...THE Bucky Barnes?” you asked in a fearful whisper. 

“Yes, I am really THE Bucky Barnes. Mafia Don. To the Stars.”

Choosing to skip over his teasing, you continued. “But...but you’re...secretive and...no one knows what you look like....and why did you tell me?”

“I told you because you asked me to. If we’re going to try this thing out, I need to be able to be honest with you.”

“But...but...now that I know....I’m....I’m....”

“Now that you know,” Bucky interrupted, sitting up and folding his hands together. A sudden tremor shot through you as he suddenly looked a lot more like the terrifying gangster he actually was, his silver hand catching the light. “Now that you know...you’re no different than any of the other girls at the club. Well, not in that way, anyways.” 

“Wait- what? The...the other girls...all know?”

“Yup. Everyone who works for me knows the truth.”

“Wait wait wait...I WORK for you??”

“Yup.”

“You own the club?!”

“Yup.”

“But Natasha said...she said that you weren’t involved in the club financially.”

Bucky’s lips twisted up into that secretive smile. “What did she actually say?” he said, almost patronizingly. You thought hard about that conversation...

“Is he an investor in the club or something?”

“He’s here enough, he ought to be.”

Not a confirmation, but not a denial either. Basically a non-committal nothing that threw you off the track. Bucky grinned when your eyes shot back to his face as the penny dropped. He raised his wine glass again. “Natasha’s one of the best when it comes to dancing around the truth,” he grinned. 

“So...she’s in the mafia too?”

“We prefer to call it the family, but yes.”

“But...but she’s there every night at the club...”

“Did you imagine she was supposed to be patrolling the streets, causing chaos and shooting anyone who looked at her sideways?” Bucky teased, leaning in towards you. Your face turned Hooker Lipstick Red again, and a delighted grin cracked across his. “That’s exactly what you thought, wasn’t it?” he chortled. 

“Shut up,” you mumbled, desperately wishing Makkari would reenter with more alcohol. 

Bucky grinned gleefully. “Ah, there she is, there’s my girl,” he said, joy in his voice again. “Telling a big ol’ mob boss to ‘shut up’.”

“Thought you said you preferred the term ‘family’?” you sneered back in sheer defiance due to your embarrassment. “So if you’re the head, should I be calling you ‘Daddy’ then?”

“Not right now, but definitely later.”

“Oh my GOD.”

“You’re probably be saying that too.”

“BUCKY!”

“Babe, you are nailing all your future lines.” When you slumped forward in utter defeat, he finally took pity on you. “Okay, okay, I’m done, I swear” he said, not quite able to keep the grin out of his voice. He leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and exchanged the smug smirk for a genuine smile. That gave you the courage to continue. 

“So...everyone knows but me, huh?” you muttered, then gave a mirthless laugh. “Okay, Nebula’s comment makes more sense now.”

Bucky’s eyes immediately narrowed at that. “What did Nebula say to you?” he said in a low, firm tone. Normally, you would have turned the tables and started teasing him right back, but you were still way too worked up to even consider that right now. 

“Natasha shut her down quickly,” you immediately responded, not wanting to get your mob boss in trouble. “But Nebula was taunting me about not figuring out who you were and she said that...”

“What?”

“Well...she kinda hinted that she slept with you too.”

Bucky rolled his eyes so hard you half expected them to get stuck in his head. “Angel, listen up, because I’m only going to say this once,” he said low, his voice full of anger as he stared at the table top. He took a deep breath, raised his eyes to you, and his gaze immediately softened, but his tone stayed firm. “Nebula and I have never slept together. She tried to turn our Champagne Room encounter into something that it wasn’t, and she got bitter when I rejected her advances. She’s a nasty piece of work, and I wouldn’t touch her with a ten foot pole.”

“Then why does she still work there?”

Bucky leaned back, a mask of calm slipping over his face so subtly you almost missed the transition. “I have my reasons,” he said vaguely. “But trust me. You’ll never have to worry about her. You’re the only one I’ve got eyes for.”

The sweet statement knocked the air out of your lungs, but brought up a whole new set of questions. “I...thank you...I mean, you....okay,” you finally spat, frustrated at yourself. “You obviously know that I have feelings for you too, especially with all the dom/sub talk before this,” you said, willing your face not to turn bright red again. “But you have to understand that this is...a LOT.”

“I do,” he said gently. “And I meant every word of everything that I said earlier, especially about tonight being about honesty. Ask me anything you want. Right now. And I’ll answer it honestly. That’s not something that I will always be able to do, and I need you to understand that. But right now, in this moment, you can ask whatever you want and I will not lie to you.”

“You better not lie to me, EVER,” you hissed almost automatically, a sudden rage that normally lay dormant taking a hold of you. “I understand that you’ll need to keep...secrets and shit, but just tell me that you can’t tell me. Don’t make up something just to keep me “appeased”. Promise me that you won’t ever lie to me.” You leaned back, the fire blazing in your own eyes. “And that’s the first thing I’m going to ask tonight.”

For the first time this evening, Bucky looked startled. He’d seen this fire in you before, but wasn’t expecting it this evening, with everything he was dropping on you. Then his face broke into a slow, dawning smile. THIS. This was what he had to know about. You clearly had this secret passion and fire blazing inside of you, and it was fascinating to watch it when it made its appearance. He needed to know everything about your passions and this fire. Not to mention, you looked hot as hell when you were all fired up, but you didn’t know that. The fact that it was making an appearance right now let him know that this secret, hidden world inside you was not ever going to be tamed- nor did he want it to be. He wanted to explore it. 

Bucky reached across the table, his soft palm open to you in supplication. You looked at it for a moment, but then looked into his eyes. You placed your hand in his immediately. He closed his fingers, holding tight to yours, and squeezed reassuringly.

“I promise I will never lie to you,” he said, his clear blue eyes connecting to your very essence. “I can see this is something that means a lot to you, so...I will do it if it means that I can have you,” he said softly, his cool metal hand coming up and covering yours protectively. 

“Really?” you said back, caught off guard. You’d just asked one of the most powerful men in the world, a man who dealt in secrets and lies, to never lie to you. You’d only known this man for a week. You had just learned his name. But  he still said yes. 

“Really,” he said back gravely. He swallowed and looked slightly uncomfortable for a moment, but then looked you right back in the eye. “This is not going to be easy for me, but...will you...okay, I will do it, I WILL, but it’s going to be fucking hard sometimes. Can you just....I don’t know, work with me on it if I fuck up or if I don’t know what to do? Don’t just bail on me, okay?” he asked back. You saw the tiniest sliver of vulnerability and hurt in his eyes, and it made your heart twist. 

“I promise I won’t bail. And we can work through it, whatever it is,” you responded honestly. Anything to take away that pain you saw in him. “I’m made of tougher stuff than that, Barnes,” you said, daring to tease the mafia don back for the first time tonight. 

The relief and subsequent smile on his face made you feel like you’d just won the lottery. “Yes, you are, aren’t you?” he said, biting his lower lip. That made you giggle and blush a bit, ducking your head. He suddenly gasped and said with a huge grin, “You also realize that you just gave me an answer to being with me without actually saying the words, right?”

Your head shot up so fast it hurt your neck. You....had. You totally had. You wouldn’t have said something like that if you didn’t mean it. And there was no denying it. But you wanted...no, you needed your story to start a different way- a way that wasn’t a kind of accident. You mustered your brave persona, and she came through like a champ. 

“Truth or dare?” you asked teasingly. 

“Truth,” he replied immediately, the grin threatening to split his face. 

“Do you still want to be with me, even though I have a million questions and I’m fucking scared to death and will probably....” you began, but stopped yourself when you saw his cocked eyebrow. Oh that’s right, he didn’t like you taking pot shots at yourself. “...And will probably be very, very happy with you?” you finished. It wasn’t where you’d been going, but it was still the truth. 

His smile said it all. It was a thousand yes’s, it was shouting from the rooftops. It was a whispered affirmation meant for one and a coliseum of hundreds of thousands screaming yes together. It brought tears of joy to your eyes. 

But that damn mischievous streak of his....

“Dare,” he replied with that sassy smirk. So you returned it full force. 

“I dare you to be with me,” you said simply, leaning back and giving him that secretive smile of yours. 

“Oh, that I can do,” he murmured, in a low soothing voice that went straight to your core. “That I can do.”

“So...yes?”

“Yes. And...?”

“Yes.”

The mafia don swelled with pride as he reverently kissed the back of your hand, almost making you giggle in your glee. You were still terrified, you still had no idea what you’d just signed up for, but to have that kind of reaction from someone wanting to be with you? It had to be the right choice. 

He smiled smugly again, clearly so proud of how the evening was turning out. He pushed the button under the table again. Within two seconds, the door opened and Makkari came back in. You realized (without the haze of terror this time) that it must be a signal to communicate with her while she was outside the room. You felt a little stupid as you came to that realization, but hey, you’d just gotten the biggest shock of what you had feared was going to be your suddenly short life earlier- you deserved a little grace.

Makkari sped up next to the table, eying you to make sure you were okay. You smiled at her, and she grinned that beautiful grin of hers, then grinned cheekily at Bucky as well. You realized that she was happy for her boss, and that made your heart feel warm. He couldn’t be ALL “mob bossy” if his employees wanted his happiness, right? 

Bucky leaned back in his chair, letting go of your hand in the process. “Would you like something to drink while we talk?” he asked you. 

“How do I sign ‘alcohol’?”

He laughed outright and showed you the sign, which made both you and Makkari giggle. She came back quickly with a newly opened bottle, poured you both glasses, then set it on the table and left. 

“So,” he said, reaching for his glass. “You said you have a million questions.” He smiled challengingly at you. “Where do you want to begin?”

Chapter 9

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[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please masterlist

Your dating life had been a range of fleeting moments and one night stands. You thought Santiago Garcia would be no different.

F!Reader, no use of Y/N. All warnings are at the top of every chapter. Set after the events of the film. An incredible slow burn. This does turn into a pregnant!Reader fic, just giving you a fair warning in case you're not interested in that. Basing the pregnancy on my own knowledge, and my own pregnancy, so only accurate to the individual! This is an 18+ series. Minors, DNI.

Part 1 - You're successful, you're independent, and you pride yourself in both. But your friends think you could do with a man. (2k words)

Part 2 - You've had an awful lot of wine this week, and your date with Santiago is going well. Very, very well. (3.7k words)

Part 3 - Santiago will probably be just another one night stand. (2.6k words)

Part 4 - You were just coming down with something, that was all. The flu, food poisoning...or something... (4.4k words)

Part 5 - You meet up with Santi about your news, and it goes as well as you thought. (2.3k words)

Part 6 - You meet up with Santi, again, about your news, and it goes much better than last time. Also, your friends are the best people you know. (2.8k words)

Part 7 - You go to your first OBGYN appointment, and you're thrown a curveball. A huge, unexpected curveball. (4.9k words)

Part 8 - It's time to tell your parents. (4.6k words)

Part 9 - After your disastrous call with your parents, you decide to take yourself baby shopping. You invite Santi. (4.9k words)

Part 10 - It's time for your 12 week scan, and Santi has some things to say about Craig. (3.9k words)

Part 11 - As you approach the middle of your pregnancy, you take Beth house hunting. She has an awful lot of wisdom. (3.4k words)

Part 12 - It's time for your anomaly scan, and you get your first glimpse of the infamous Frankie. (2k words)

Part 13 - Your hormones are all over the place and you're reminiscing about your date with Santiago. (2.7k words)

Part 14 - You and Santiago go furniture shopping for his apartment. You don't expect to be invited to a Halloween party. (3.6k words)

Part 15 - You join Santi at Frankie's Halloween party, and you think his friends are a hoot. (4.3k words)

Part 16 - You wake up in the middle of the night and something doesn't feel right... (5.3k words)

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[theforgottenmcrmy]

Honor~ Part 1/2 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall part 8 of the series “Growing Strong”, the masterlist of which can be found HERE ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, suggestive themes, violence

Summary: Honor was subjective; it meant different things to different people. That was one of the most difficult concepts you’d ever had to come to terms with, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t a lesson worth learning.

A/N: Happy Halloween! 🎃 👻 I hope you guys are having a much better day/night than I am, cause your girl is going through it rn🥲 *handing out tissues* so, how are we feeling about the season finale, everyone?🥺 … on that note, I regret to inform you that these next two chapters will have some angst. I just ask that you hold off on throwing tomatoes at me until you’ve read it all. Part 2 will be up on Thursday 11/3.

As always, thank you all for the love🖤 eat all the candy you want today/tonight/whenever, you deserve it!🖤

Ser Laenor Velaryon was many things.

He was kind; he’d never laid a hand on Princess Rhaenyra. He’d been knighted at a young age, and had proved to be an asset to the Crown during the war in the Stepstones. He was daring; he’d claimed Seasmoke, one of the more nimble and faster dragons that the Targaryens boasted.

But, like all others, Ser Laenor also had his shortcomings.

As you purposefully entered the banquet hall you’d been directed to by a chambermaid, you frowned immediately at the sight that you were met with.

Ser Laenor was seated upon one of the tables in the middle of the room, apparently having decided that a chair was not suitable for such a purpose. His most recent companion, Ser Qarl Correy, was seated upon the table as well, right beside him. The pair talked loudly about something you couldn’t quite pick out the specifics of amongst their inebriated babblings.

You continued to watch with dissatisfaction as Ser Qarl raised a goblet of wine to you as a poor form of greeting before handing off said goblet to his drinking partner.

A few servants waited in the periphery of the scene, ready to jump in and assist the prince consort with whatever he may require at a moment’s notice. The looks on their faces ranged from neutral to weary.

“My Lord.”

Ser Laenor flinched at your bellow, but regained his composure fairly quickly. “Good morrow, Lady Tyrell!” He took another gulp of wine and before wiping his mouth with his sleeve. “How fare thee? Ser Qarl and I were just breaking our fast.”

The near empty plates beside and around their seated rear ends had gone unnoticed initially. You’d been far too distracted by the notion of Princess Rhaenyra’s husband and his companion already indulging themselves at such an early hour of the morn.

Ser Laenor inquired curiously, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“I was told the Princess’s labors are drawing to a close,” you informed him neutrally. “Perhaps you might be a bit more… coherent, when you go to her?”

“... Ah, yes, yes. Of course.”

Despite your increasing irritation with the situation, you knew better than to show it. You bowed your head and gave the pair a strained smile before excusing yourself without another word.

Ironically, Ser Laenor Velaryon’s degree of interest in his family was like the weather over the sea: constantly changing with the seasons and tides.

And, for all the many things that he was, Ser Laenor Velaryon had never been a particularly attentive father- a fact that had cultivated a dangerous situation for you and the ones closest to you over the past decade.

As you made your way through the halls of the Red Keep, headed back from whence you’d come, you realized with dread that the castle had begun to awaken for the day.

You were not naive; cruel whispers had never been foreign among the halls of the Red Keep. But it appeared that the vipers had only become more venomous over time.

And those brazen whisperers had not spared you as a subject of their poisonous words.

Though… you had hoped they might have.

You were the Lady of House Tyrell, Mistress of Highgarden, Defender of the Marshes, Lady Paramount of the Reach, and Wardeness of the South. In the ten years you had taken up your family’s seat, you had come to live up to both your father and brother’s names. With your husband’s unwavering support, you worked tirelessly to ensure that you earned your right to the family titles that King Viserys had declared belonged to you. Sleepless nights preparing contracts for the crops trade, countless hours of council meetings regarding the issues facing the noble and common people, and thousands, perhaps even millions of gold dragons invested back into your homeland and the people who lived and worked there had finally begun to pay dividends.

Most of your time throughout the year was spent in the Reach, as was what you deemed necessary to adequately fulfill your obligations. You were well respected there, with only some, though plainly, expected, dissension… primarily from the likes of those who resided over in Oldtown.

You’d have been content to stay in the Reach, but your loyalty and friendship to the Princess had repeatedly called you back for visits to the capital. At first, you had been regarded with the respect you had earned over your years of service to the Reach and the Crown.

But with each passing year, the esteem the other lords and ladies placed upon you slowly began to diminish. And now, most of your noble peers did not hesitate to reveal exactly what they thought of your… circumstances.

In passing, most of them only seemed to offer you one of three looks: a look of pity, sympathy, or disgust.

Pity, for how could you have “failed to keep” your husband’s attention?

Sympathy, for how could you be held responsible for your husband’s lustful “wiles”?

And disgust, for how could you have “allowed” your vows to each other and before the gods to have been soiled so easily?

If only they knew…

…

You must have had the gods’ favor that morning, for you managed to make your way through the Red Keep without happening upon too many others. That was just as well; you’d gotten hardly any sleep the night before, and if you had to tolerate another single pitiful look at that moment, you might not have been able to properly mind your tongue.

And that would be an awful slip that neither you, your husband, nor Princess Rhaenyra could afford.

As you entered princelings’ chambers, you were pleasantly surprised to be greeted with the voices that had been suspiciously absent when you’d awoken that morning.

All four of the boys had their backs turned to you as they played in front of the fire with their miniature knights and dragons. They were so consumed in their games of pretend that your sudden reappearance had gone unnoticed.

But you hadn’t gone unacknowledged by your husband.

Harwin, who had been ever so carefully watching over all four of them, saw you enter immediately. As you walked further into the room, he rose from his crouched position and gave you a soft smile. 

You watched the boys in silent amusement for a few moments before finally deciding to make your presence known. “There you are. I had wondered where the four of you might have wandered off to this morning.”

Just a few hours before, you’d been given a bit of a start. Right before the sun rose, you’d stirred from a less than pleasant sleep to find yourself alone in the room, despite having succumbed to your dreams sometime in the night to the sound of animated whispers of four young boys filling your ears. But you’d known there’d been little cause for panic; Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys seldom made a move without eyes upon them. And wherever the young princlings went, your own sons were never too far behind.

Upon hearing your voice, all four of the boys turned and lifted their heads in your direction. They smiled and rose, before bounding over to you with excitement.

“Has there been any news?” Prince Jacaerys, or Jace, as Princess Rhaenyra had nicknamed him early on in his life, asked. He was the Princess’s oldest son, and nearly ten years of age. Though being third in line for the Iron Throne would have deemed him worthy of such attention regardless, additional interest had been placed on him shortly after his birth. Prince Jacaerys had been born with dark hair and eyes; he blatantly stood out in the sea of the other Targaryens he lived amongst.

“None yet,” you answered him truthfully. Upon seeing the disappointed look on the boy’s face, you quickly promised, “But soon.”

“We went to the dragon pit this morning!” your oldest son informed you enthusiastically, coming to stand beside Jacaerys.

Derrik, despite having been named in homage to your predecessor, bore little of the physical characteristics that had been passed down through generations of House Tyrell. At nearly ten years of age as well, just a few months younger than Prince Jacaerys, you imagined that he was a spitting image of what Harwin must have looked like at that age. His grandsire, the Lord Hand Lyonel Strong, had frequently made such a comment to that extent. Derrik was already the tallest of the four boys, and had even begun to encroach upon your own height. In addition to all the other traits he took from his father, he also shared Harwin’s dark curls. But his eyes were your own, as was his generally agreeable temperament.

Upon your oldest son’s admission, you looked at Harwin with surprise and mild concern. “Did you, now?”

“Look, Lady Y/N!” Prince Lucerys bid, running to the table beside you. You hadn’t noticed the sizzling pot upon it until the youngest of the Princess’s sons called your attention to it. But you knew what it contained, even without the young boy having to remove the lid.

“Jace let me pick out the egg!” Prince Lucerys, or Luke, beamed up at you. The youngest prince was over seven years old, though closer to eight. Like his older brother, Lucerys also had dark hair and eyes. But there’d never been any doubt as to who his brother was, nor his mother- his smile mirrored Princess Rhaenyra’s perfectly.

You returned his familiar smile with genuine ease. “I see that. Well, I am certain that your little brother or sister will be very grateful, Your Graces.”

It had become a custom during King Viserys’ reign for all newborn Targaryen children to have a dragon’s egg placed in their cradle. While you were wary of Princes’ safety whilst they underwent whatever necessary to secure the egg before you now, you were relieved at the thought that Princess Rhaenyra would be spared a trip to the dragon pit. Though she was likely to be exhausted, the Princess’s stubbornness had not diminished in the slightest over the years. Both of her older son’s eggs hatched in their cradles, and there was no doubt that she would wish the same for her next child.

While the Princes smiled to each other at your praise, you almost lost your footing when the fourth boy, your youngest son, threw his arms around your waist in an impromptu hug.

The boy looked up at you with wide eyes pleadingly. “We’re sorry we didn’t wake you when we left, Mother.”

Your resolve faded; it was extremely difficult to be cross when such a look was being given to you.

Selwin, the youngest of your boys, was a few months Prince Lucerys’ junior. He had been named after Harwin’s grandsire. Despite this, and in contrast to that of his older brother, not many physical traits of House Strong were made apparent in him. In fact, your youngest son resembled your late brother Derron so greatly, you found it to be unnerving at times. Selwin, though also tall for his age, was more lean and slender than Derrik. His hair matched your own, but he had your husband’s hazel eyes. Like Harwin, it seemed that he had inherited a bit of a fiery temper… which had been discovered fairly quickly after the boy was old enough to spend time in a training yard. But, also like Harwin, Selwin treated his family and those he cared about very sweetly, and never showed them anything but the utmost kindness.

You patted Selwin’s hair soothingly as silent acceptance of his apology. In the gaggle of young babbling boys surrounding you, you had failed to realize your husband had made his way over to join you.

Harwin, dressed in his armor and gold cloak, gave you an apologetic look.

Your family’s recent trip to King’s Landing had become less of a visit, and more of an extended stay. As he usually did, upon your return to the capital, Harwin had resumed his old post as a captain within the City Watch.

But through extenuating circumstances, the Commander of the City Watch had been forced to resign recently, and King Viserys had appointed Harwin in his stead… A perk of being the son of the Hand of the King, and retaining a close friendship with Princess Rhaenyra, you supposed.

It had been an unexpected appointment, but Harwin took it in stride. Though your family would eventually depart King’s Landing, he was determined to serve dutifully until that time came. In fact, just the previous evening until early that morning, he’d been out in the city, on patrol. Despite the tiredness that you could see lingering in his eyes, you knew he’d never let it show in front of the children.

Now that the boys had greeted you, their attention quickly returned back to their games. The boys fled back their miniature knights and dragons, but you remained where you were, watching them fondly as Harwin took another step towards you.

“When I returned this morning, you were still asleep,” he explained quietly. “I thought it might be best to let you rest whilst I escorted them to the dragon pit myself.”

Before Princess Rhaenyra had begun her labors the previous evening, she had asked you and your children to keep her sons company in the princes’ chambers. She wanted Jacaerys and Lucerys to be comfortable, and more importantly, kept distracted. Your sons, who had become close companions to the princlings throughout the course of their lives, fit the bill. You’d never spoken of it with her, but you suspected the fate of her late mother was never too far from her mind. Watching over her sons while Princess Rhaenyra labored was a small price to pay for ensuring that she had some peace of mind.

You gave Harwin a small but appreciative smile. “I am surprised the boys were already awake,” you confessed. “They were talking and playing well into the night.”

All of the boys, but particularly the Princes, were ecstatic with the idea of another addition to the royal family. At some point past midnight, you’d given up on encouraging them to get some rest. They would fall asleep wherever and whenever their bodies told them too, and not a moment sooner, you had realized in defeat. While the boys had engaged in another spirited game of pretend, you had drifted away on one of the sofas.

“Well, the Princes and Derrik were awake,” Harwin recalled, somewhat hesitantly. “I may have had to stir Selwin a bit…”

You gave him a mock look of disapproval at this revelation.

“In my defense,” your husband added hastily, “He was sleeping at a rather odd angle. I feared his neck would ache and pain him this morning, if I continued to let him lie as he was.”

On the contrary, and comically so, your youngest son briefly caught the room’s attention by breaking into an energetic sprint about the room, maneuvering a toy dragon to soar through the air as he did so. Prince Lucerys was just a step behind him, flying a dragon of his own.

“Although, he certainly doesn’t look to be in any discomfort,” Harwin observed bewilderedly, letting out an amused chuckle. “... Come to think of it, I don’t believe there is much at all that is able to truly dampen his spirits.”

You accused teasingly, “He gets that from his father, you know.”

“Funny,” Harwin exhaled, looking down at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes. “I always thought he got it from his mother.”

A comfortable moment of silence passed between you. Only the sound of the children’s laughter and the crackling of the fireplace was able to be heard.

It was an oddly peaceful moment that made it so very easy to forget that there had been any strain at all between you and Harwin as of late.

A knock on the door shattered the moment of calm.

You gave Harwin a forlorn look as you went to answer it. You opened it slowly, revealing one of Princess Rhaenyra’s handmaidens. She reported the information she’d been tasked to relay, excused herself, and you shut the door once more. When you turned around, all five of the room’s other occupants looked at you expectantly.

You announced, “The Princess has had a boy.”

All four boys broke out into cheers.

“A brother?” Lucerys exclaimed with a smile.

Derrik asked, “Is he healthy?”

“Is Mother alright?” Jacaerys added on.

Selwin demanded, “What’s his name?”

You held your hands out in a gesture you hoped would calm all of them. “I was told both the Princess and the young Prince are well. And, as for his name- I do not believe he has one yet.”

“Be patient, lads,” Harwin encouraged the Princes upon seeing their fallen faces. “I am sure your mother and your brother will join us in a few hours.”

“In the meantime, perhaps we might call for some food?” you suggested then, immediately piquing the group’s interest. “After your trek across the city this morning, I dare say the five of you must have worked up quite an appetite.”

The boys agreed, and after a servant had been called to request the meals be brought up, they returned to their games once more.

None of them noticed the uneasy look exchanged between you and Harwin.

When Princess Rhaenyra entered the room some time later, you were pleasantly surprised to see that she was accompanied by her husband. Ser Laenor looked vastly more coherent then when you last saw him. That was much to your relief, considering he was holding the newborn prince in his arms.

Harwin, who had indulged the children by participating in their most recent game, stood tall, and you rose from your seat on the sofa nearby.

Upon noticing their parents' attention had been diverted, Derrick and Selwin also rose to their feet, and quickly bowed to Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor.

You couldn’t help but smile at them, happy that despite the commotion, their manners had not been forgotten. For all the shame you had felt as of late, your two sons had never made you feel anything but pride.

“Mother!” Jacaerys greeted, swiftly rising and rushing over to the door. The other three boys were quickly on his heels. When he reached the table near the door, he removed the lid of the pot sitting atop of it, revealing the dragon egg. Crackles of embers filling the pot in the effort to keep the egg warm filled the room.

“We chose an egg for the baby,” Lucerys explained to his mother.

“Ah,” Princess Rhaenyra mused, flinching as she carefully took a step towards the sofa. “That looks like the perfect one.”

It was obvious by the Princess’s voice that she was still in great pain. You immediately grabbed two nearby cushions, fluffing and putting one upon the seat of the sofa, and the other up against the back of it. Harwin came up from behind the both of you and offered her an arm, which she took gratefully, before cautiously lowering herself down onto the sofa.

Jacaerys lightly swatted his younger brother’s curious hands away from the egg, and your own children leant closer to it as they tried to get a better look.

“Not everyday an egg leaves the dragon pit, Princess,” Harwin informed her. “I thought it best to escort the lads.”

Princess Rhaenyra smiled at him genuinely. “Laenor and I thank you, Commander.”

“Another boy, we heard,” you chimed in. You lowered yourself onto the sofa beside the Princess slowly, so as not to disturb or cause her additional pain. “Congratulations, Your Grace.”

Princess Rhaenyra looked at you with a veiled expression and gave you an appreciative nod. She was clearly tired, and in decent discomfort, as was to be expected. But there was still a sheen layer of sweat upon her face, meaning that either the midwives had not bothered to wipe her brow, or something else had happened more recently that had caused her to strain herself further.

You suspected the latter.

“Might I?” Harwin asked Ser Laenor, his eyes darting downwards towards the babe in the prince consort’s arms.

Princess Rhaenyra turned away from you. To her husband, she said, “Ser Harwin wishes to be introduced to Joffrey.”

Joffrey.

You took care to hide any facial response you might have had to the announcement of the newest prince’s name. A well enough name, you supposed, but it was greatly unlike the names of his older brothers. It didn’t take much thought to surmise who the responsible party must have been. Come to think of it, the name sounded awfully familiar…

Ser Laenor nodded understandingly. “Of course.”

Harwin gently took the newborn prince from the other man’s arms. Despite everything, as Harwin smiled down at Prince Joffrey and began to bounce him lightly, you couldn’t help but feel warmness begin to stir in your heart. Seeing Harwin with a babe in his broad and protective arms reminded you very much of when your own children were that young. It was a sight which you were unsure if you would ever witness again.

“Father?” Lucerys asked Ser Laenor, “Please, may I hold Joffrey?”

“No, no, no,” Ser Laenor said, patiently, but firmly. As the second-born prince made grabbing hands at the babe in Harwin’s arms, Ser Laenor had little choice but to calmly redirect him, and his elder brother, towards the door. “Back to the dragon pit for you two, before they send out a search party.”

The Princes grumbled as they were led out of the room.

You looked at Derrik and Selwin, and asked them both pointedly, “It is about time you both reported to your tutors for the day, don’t you think?”

Your sons also grumbled in protest. Thankfully, your husband caught on to your not so subtle hint at once, and he gently deposited Prince Joffrey back into Princess Rhaenyra’s awaiting arms.

“Come now, lads,” he beckoned Derrik and Selwin, before placing guiding hands on their shoulders. As he led them towards the door, he continued, “Let the Princess rest. We shall see your mother later.”

Harwin’s eyes lingered on you as he closed the door. You gave him a grateful look before he disappeared from view.

Once you were finally alone with the Princess, your focus was able to be solely put on her and the babe.

“How was it?” you dared to ask, though you knew her answer.

Princess Rhaenyra deadpanned. “A perfectly pleasant experience, as it always is.”

It was quiet for a moment, before you both let out a few hearty laughs. But when Princess Rhaenyra abruptly hissed in pain, you sat up straight.

“What is it?” you demanded worriedly, reaching out to support her hold on Prince Joffrey if needed.

The Princess gritted her teeth. “‘Tis nothing,” she attempted to dismiss your concern. “... It seems I have simply overexerted myself.”

“Then let me take him,” you offered readily, glancing down at the newborn prince in her arms. “Or, I can call for the wetnurse, if you’d prefer.”

“No, no,” the Princess insisted. “It is not that.”

“Then what is it?”

Princess Rhaenyra’s eyes never left the babe when she spoke next. Perhaps it was in an effort to keep herself composed. In the years since you had both become mothers, you had noticed it was nearly impossible for the Princess to be in a foul mood whenever she was around her sons. She loved them deeply. They gave her great joy, and, to put it simply, she was completely devoted to each of them.

“The Queen requested that Joffrey be brought to her at once.”

You blinked. “Now?”

“No. After. Laenor and I have just come from her chambers.”

Your brows furrowed. “... Surely you do not mean-”

“But I do.”

“Gods.”

The thought of Princess Rhaenyra, minutes after giving birth, being forced to walk the halls of the Red Keep to present her newborn son before Queen Alicent was appalling. You wanted to believe it was a joke, but you severely doubted that Princess Rhaenyra would ever jest about such a thing. And the hardened look in her eyes confirmed to you that it was anything but.

You leaned closer to her, attempting to get a better look at the babe you had yet to hold. “Why in the Seven Hells would she-”

Prince Joffrey fussed slightly, causing the blanket he was wrapped in to shift. The fabric around his head fell, revealing a crown of dark brown hair.

You fell silent.

Princess Rhaenyra quickly adjusted the blanket, covering the babe’s head once more. But the damage had been done.

“... I suppose the blood on his father’s side runs strong,” you found yourself commenting tactfully, referring to Princess Rhaenys’ brunette locks.

Princess Rhaenyra laughed once, shortly, and looked thankful for having been offered an out. But she said nothing further after that, choosing instead to focus back on the squirming child in her arms.

A very uncomfortable silence took over the room, and the pair of you had no choice but to endure it.

Later that night, you laid in bed, wide awake and restless, staring blankly up towards the ceiling of your chambers as your own thoughts tormented you.

…Another princeling born bearing little resemblance to that of his father… more fuel for the fire… those reprehensible whispers that you now knew would never cease…

The only person in the world with whom you wanted to talk to about your thoughts and feelings was lying right beside you. But he was fast asleep, and despite everything, you did not have the heart to wake him.

If sleep claimed you that night, you do not recall it.

…

Little did you know, Harwin had not slept that night, either.

Like you, his own thoughts only ever came back to two things… the third princeling born with hair and eyes unlike either of his parents… and the cruel rumors swirling about the Red Keep that he knew would only become more twisted because of it.

The following morning, you found both of your sons awake in their chambers.

You entered without announcing yourself, genuinely curious about the scene that awaited.

Selwin was already dressed and sporting his training armor. As he fought an invisible enemy with an invisible weapon of his choice on one side of the room, Harwin was assisting Derrik with securing the last few straps of his breastplate on the other side.

Once Harwin was satisfied with his work, he looked at the armor appraisingly. Your son looked up at him patiently, and somewhat timidly, waiting for his father’s opinion.

“It looks as though you’ll need some bigger armor soon, at the rate you’re growing,” Harwin decided, causing Derrik to smile widely. The pride was very evident in your husband’s voice. As Selwin suddenly ran past them, Harwin fondly rustled his hair in passing, and added, “You too, lad.”

You couldn’t help but beam at the scene.

Harwin had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water. He’d always been fiercely protective of his younger brother and sisters, and when it came to you and your children, it was no different. He’d been hands on with their learning and training since the day they were born, as had you. It hadn’t always been easy, but you had no doubt that there was no other man in the Seven Kingdoms that you would have wanted to raise your boys with.

Though initially you’d both been nervous at the prospect of parenthood, it was later proved that neither of you had any need to worry. Your children loved you as much as you loved them; and in turn, they’d always been decently behaved. In due time, they’d make fine lords in their own right.

“I can’t wait to take on Prince Aemond!” Selwin declared excitedly.

You weren’t sure why he had called out that young Prince specifically, but you made a mental note to speak with him about it later.

Derrik countered with a disapproving frown, “Prince Aemond is several years older than you.” He was right. Prince Aemond was closest in age to Jacaerys and himself, but even so, the Queen’s second son was still older than both of them.

“But we’re about the same size. I’d be more than a fair match!” Selwin argued lightly. He looked up at your husband with pleading eyes, giving him the same look the boy had given you the day before. “Please, Father? Can I spar with the Prince?”

Harwin sighed, and shook his head regretfully. “Sorry lad, but you know the rules. You are to sit and watch- and only watch- until the Princes’ training is done. I’ll work with the both of you after that.”

“But we’ve trained with Jace and Luke before!” Selwin protested.

“Aye, and that is only because the Princess Rhaneyra gave you permission to do so,” Harwin reminded him patiently. “The Queen has not given you such permission. Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond are to have more attentive instruction… as they deserve.”

Selwin did not look too happy, but he relented nonetheless.

“Besides,” Derrik said to his younger brother then, “You know Mother doesn’t like us sparring with the Queen’s sons.”

“She worries too much,” Selwin denounced.

“Come now,” Harwin frowned disapprovingly at the boys. “Your mother has every right to worry about you, as do I.”

Derrik and Selwin looked up at their father, slightly taken aback by the seriousness of his tone.

“What I am about to say is not meant to scare you, but it’s about time that the two of you hear it,” Harwin cautioned them. He let out a small sigh as he visibly contemplated his next words. “... Those around you, especially those here in the Red Keep, may treat the two of you with respect, but that is only because your station commands it. Some of them may even be pleasant enough to you… But that does not mean that they will have your best interests in mind, or that they are able to be trusted.”

Though he had prefaced his warning, your sons still looked alarmed by the gravity of Harwin’s words. You didn’t relish in the fact that they seemed scared, but it was necessary.

The plot against you the night before your wedding; the scheme devised to swindle your birthright out from underneath you… Ten years had passed since both had occurred, and you had no more answers now than you did back then. Over the years, you’d wondered if your brother Derron had been able to uncover any more information into either of those matters, particularly in regards to those who may have been orchestrators…

But if Derron had discovered anything, that knowledge had died with him.

With the exception of the gossip swirling about the Red Keep, neither you nor Harwin had been the target of any further conspiracies since then. But just because an enemy was dormant, that did mean that the threat was at bay. You had children now, and the reality of the situation was that you and Harwin were more vulnerable now than ever before.

Noting the sudden fear on the boys’ faces, Harwin placed one hand on each of their shoulders comfortingly. “But you can always trust that your mother and I will look out for you,” Harwin promised them, smiling softly. “And that is why we worry. That is why we want you to study, so that you might become wise, and be one step ahead of anyone else who may target you. That is why we want you to train, so should the situation ever call for it, you will know how to defend yourself.”

Derrik and Selwin looked up at their father with large eyes as they clung on to his each and every word.

“Do you understand?” he coaxed.

The boys nodded eagerly. “Yes, Father.”

You decided that that was the best time as any to make your appearance known. You stepped further into the room, putting a smile on your face as you did so. “Good morning.”

“Mother!”

You braced yourself, and smartly so, as your boys rushed over to hug you. You laughed and patted their backs lightly; the metal of the small armor was still cold to the touch. “Look at the two of you… You look as though you're ready to go man the Wall!”

“We’d never go that far away, Mother!” Derrik corrected quickly.

“Good,” you affirmed. “I’d miss you both terribly.”

“Run along to the training yard, lads,” Harwin suggested then, his eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Derrik and Selwin gave the pair of you knowing smiles before promptly heeding their father’s suggestion.

“Be careful!” you called after them cautiously, though only half-heartedly.

The sounds of the boys’ laughter slowly dissipated the further they ran down the corridor. When it was just the two of you left in the room, you turned to Harwin expectantly.

You weren’t sure what look you anticipated him to have, but it definitely wasn’t the one upon his face at that moment. Sadness lingered in his eyes… or perhaps guilt.

“Might we talk?” he asked, nervousness and uncertainty plain in his voice. It reminded you faintly of when you’d first met him, “Later, I mean. Over supper, perhaps?”

You did have a great deal to talk about. “Of course… That sounds quite lovely, actually. I’d like that very much.”

Relief visibly washed over Harwin’s face at your agreeable response. He nodded firmly once, though it looked like it was more to reassure himself than to confirm anything to you, and went to leave.

You stood still, expecting him to walk by without another word to follow your sons to the training yard, as promised. But instead, Harwin came to a halt beside you. You looked up at him curiously, your guard slightly raised.

Harwin leaned down and placed the lightest of kisses upon your forehead. Any emotional shield you tried to craft crumbled at the simple but extremely meaningful action. Despite his gentleness, you could feel the emotional depth behind it. Your heart lurched at the feeling of his lips upon your skin, and you found yourself feeling remorse when he slowly pulled away.

“I shall see you tonight, My Love.”

And with that, he left.

It was only when the room was quiet and still that you breathed out your response, despite the fact that there was not a single soul around to hear it.

“Until tonight, Dearest.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Part 2 will be posted this Thursday, 11/1. If I remember, I’ll try to post a link to it here. Either way, I’ll make sure it is added to the masterlist. I hope you all have a wonderful week!🖤

#harwin strong #harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon #ser harwin strong #ser harwin strong x reader #ser harwin strong x you #ser harwin strong x y/n #harwin strong x you #harwin strong x y/n #hbo #ryan corr #hotd #got #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #game of thrones fanfic #harwin strong fanfiction #harwin strong fanfic #ser harwin strong fanfiction #ser harwin strong fanfic

[tamurilofrivendell]

Beauty and the Beast | Chapter 14

Previous Chapters [1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13]

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Beauty and the Beast inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking and a human reader from a nearby village Taglist: @captainchrisstan, @rebleforkicks, @yjrevolution, @majahu, @honey-wine, @accio-boys, @achromaticerebus, @solomonssimp, @tired-ass-show-girl​, @dreamlessnight

The next few days passed slowly but not uncomfortably as you began to get used to your new normal. A guard was no longer posted outside your room but you’d heard that there were a few extra stationed at the entrance... which you supposed was expected considering how easily you had been able to slip out into the forest that night after Thranduil scared you. You hoped nobody had gotten into trouble for you escaping like that.

You spent your time in the library that Thranduil had taken you to. You had been cautious at first, worried that it was all part of some elaborate ruse, however you had relaxed as the time passed. You spent a lot of your time curled up in the corners of the library itself, lost in whatever book you had picked up that day, finding in between those pages a sense of solace and freedom for the first time since you found yourself stuck here.

The time when you were not in the library, you were usually with Myleth or walking around exploring... tentatively of course. However, you had not actually seen the King since the night he allowed you access to the library and you thought that, with some more luck, you wouldn’t see him again. Maybe he would forget all about you and you could blend into the background of his kingdom, living out the rest of your days in exactly the way you were now. Though, you couldn't fully shake how... nice it had been of him to allow you access to this lifeline of a room.

Legolas had been in the forest for the last few days with Tauriel and the rest of their group, destroying a spider nest that had reappeared almost overnight. He felt better about leaving you there now that his father seemed to have relaxed just a little since his recovery. He felt secure enough in the knowledge that his father wouldn’t throw you in the prison again at least. Legolas was also pleased that his father had recovered from the poison, though the speed with which it had affected him worried him - was this something new from Mordor? Still, things were better for now so Legolas could focus fully on destroying the spiders and scouting the woods, keeping the border of the Realm safe.

The group were travelling back to the palace and would hopefully be back in another day and a half. Tauriel turned to him during their final camp set up, the two of them being on watch while the others rested. “Do you think he is really going to keep her here forever?” She asked, having been working up the courage to get the words out. Sometimes Tauriel didn’t know quite how to take the King. She knew that he favoured her, yet he did not seem accepting of Legolas’ obvious feelings for her. She respected him as a King but she did not always agree with him... in fact, Tauriel often found she disagreed with him but she was not in a position to disobey like Legolas could sometimes get away with.

He sighed, shrugging as he fiddled with a stick between his fingers, thoughtful. “I have honestly given up trying to understand the inner workings of my father’s mind.” Though he did think that he was actually pretty good at understanding his father and his... complications. “I do not see him keeping her prisoner forever.” He said after a pause. “It is not his way.”

“He seemed to be pretty set on it.” She couldn’t help but mutter, gaining a look from Legolas but he always appreciated whatever Tauriel had to say to him. He liked that she didn’t hold back because of who he was and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. "She does not deserve to be a prisoner at all."

“Trust me, Tauriel. She will not be here forever.” He assured her, though he found himself feeling ever so slightly sad about it. He had come to see you as something close to a friend already. Legolas liked you and thought that you were a person of true kindness and strength. You had given your freedom for your father’s and again for his own. You had shown his father kindness where nobody would have blamed you for not doing so. Something about your actions had even seemed to get through to his father in some way, though he knew the King was loath to show it, but after being graced with yours he had shown his own kindness in return.

“Did you hear that?” Tauriel’s voice pulled him back from his thoughts. Legolas became alert again at once, various voices reaching his ears from a distance away. He glanced at Tauriel, who was already up on her feet, and nodded as the two of them crept away from the camp to find the source.

The library was quiet, peaceful, as the night descended. The curtains at the large window that stood in between some bookcases were open but you couldn’t see much of the sky from here unfortunately. You wished you could see the stars again, even just once. Sighing, you turned back to the book in your hands, getting lost once more in the words. You had stayed quite late here tonight, not feeling able or ready to sleep. You had even missed dinner, choosing instead to stay in here and hide away in your beloved words.

When the door opened, you jumped, startled by the sudden noise. Looking up, you expected to see Myleth having sought you out with a tray of food much like she had done the first night you’d come here. Instead, you met the King’s steely gaze once more. Surprise instantly flooded you as you stared at him. He kind of stared back at you for a long moment before he walked towards you, setting a tray down on the floor. “A servant was on her way with this. Apparently you have not yet eaten despite it being so late.”

He probably meant Myleth so you just nodded, though wondered why he would now be here instead of her, but you didn’t question him. It almost felt like he was telling you off for skipping meals but you decided you were being ridiculous to even entertain the notion that he would care. You tentatively reached out and popped a berry in your mouth, wanting to look like you were grateful and not just completely confused and intimidated by his presence.

You were both quiet for another long few moments before Thranduil started moving again, his long legs carrying him across the room. Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a tiny breath of relief. However, he did not move to the door as you had expected and hoped. Instead he made his way towards a bookcase where you knew from your exploration that all the books were in Elvish, plucked one from the shelf, and moved to sprawl out in a large armchair on the other side of the room. All you could do was stare at him, wide eyed, as he studied the page of the book in his lap as though you no longer existed. It seemed that he was intending to stay here... with you.

Swallowing down your uneasiness, you forced your gaze away from him and back down to the book, though you now found that you were completely unable to focus on anything at all, the words on the page as jumbled as your thoughts had become.

#thranduil x reader #thranduil x you #thranduil #thranduil fanfic #thranduil fanfiction #lotr x reader #lotr fanfic #lotr fanfiction #hobbit fanfic #the hobbit fanfic #beauty and the beast

[ms-rampage]

Familiar Taste of Poison 

Lloyd Hansen x Fem!reader 

Summary: Y/n has a habit of threatening Lloyd's men, so he has to teach her a lesson

Warnings: Language. Drugging. Smut. Some degradation. 18+. No minors beyond this point. 

Word count: 2.1k

Sorta based on the song "Familiar Taste of Poison" by Halestorm 

A/N: I do plan on writing more of Lloyd! Working on part 2 of "Sold Off"

Just by being associated with him, puts a huge target on your head. You use to live a normal life, you went to work and went back to your apartment in the city then you met Lloyd Hansen, you were lying if you didn't think he was attractive, maybe if he shaved that 70s porn-stache then yeah you'd fuck him, but you didn't really think much of him and you thought vise versa, but no Lloyd took an interest in you. 

Not by how innocent you look, even though you didn't look innocent to start with, but how you held yourself, he's stopped by your work a few times, you worked in a diner, and there were a few times where you raised your voice at some entitled, impatient customers because you were short-staffed, and you also had to make coffee, take orders while you, and 2 other coworkers try to move as fast as you can taking orders and getting them out, while your manager was nowhere to be found, probably taking another smoke break, that lazy, no good asshole. 

After a late shift, you finally leave, and go home. Working over time, you walk to your car, get in and drive home. Only a 15 minute drive from work to your apartment. 

Fast forward to a few weeks later, you meet Lloyd again while on your lunch break. You hate the food your work serves, crappy diner food that you couldn't bare to eat because it made you nauseous, so you went to the deli that is up the street from your work, and got your usual freshly made sandwich. 

You sat down, took a bite of it, and searched for a video to watch on YouTube. As you were eating, and watching your video, you felt a presence next to you, turning your head and you see him, that's right, him Lloyd Hansen, you didn't see him walk in, or when you walked into the deli, just the usuals sitting in their usual spots, doing their own thing. 

“Hello sunshine.” he greets you, showing off his pearly whites. 

You remove one of your earbuds, “Hi.” you respond awkwardly, “Can I help you?.”

He adjusts in his seat, facing you completely, “Yes you can.”

*8 months later*

“You want me to take out a gun, and blow a fucking hole in your head, right here, right now?!?!.” you threaten one of Lloyd’s men who is speaking utter complete nonsense which is what Lloyd absolutely hated, especially from the new guys. The so-called know-it-alls.  

“Miss Y/L/N.” he mutters, scared for his life. 

“You want that?!.” you threaten him. 

“N-no, no Miss Y/L/N.” his voice shaking, fear in his eyes. The poor guy has been working for Lloyd for a few weeks now, and he already got on your bad side.  

“Good, because I’d hate to kill another one of Lloyd’s men who thought it would be a good idea to get on my bad side.” you tell him. 

“A-also, uhh, Lloyd wants to see you in his office.” he finishes before being dismissed by you.

You wave your hand as a sign for him to leave your office, which he doesn’t hesitate to do. Months ago you were working in a diner, making minimum wage, and went home exhausted, only to do the same thing again the next day until you met Lloyd. You wouldn't say you have a short temper, but working retail, and hospitality had lowered your sanity because of how stupid, and entitled people can get. You tend to see that side of humanity. 

After that you didn’t worry about money, because he had it. He treated you well, he spoiled you, and not to mention the sex was unbelieveable. You knew what he did, to his, and also to your surprise it didn’t bother you, not even a bit. 

After getting word from the new guy, you downed the rest of your red wine that Lloyd had sent to your office. You poured yourself a little more wine before leaving for his office which is three doors down from yours, and it also has your shared bedroom attached to it. 

You approach the corridors, and open them to his office, “You wanted to see me?.”

"Yes pumpkin." he answers, standing up from his chair wiping his weapons "What have I told you about threatening my men?."

You shrug, your normal sarcastic, and smartass self "Not to threaten them." 

Placing his gun onto his desk, "And what have you been doing?." 

"Threatening them, but it's not my fault that they're idiots who get on my bad side.". you tell him, standing your ground like you always do. Lloyd knew what he was getting into when he took you under his wing. You're sarcastic, bold, blunt, strong-minded and straightforward. 

He cups your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back to look directly up at him. 

"What am I gonna do with you?." he tilts his head to the side, "Such a loose cannon."

You smile up at him, "I try.". You always had to sass him, as much as he hated it, but you knew he loved it, he just wouldn't say it. 

"What was it that you said? 'You want me to take out a gun, and blow a fucking hole in your head, right here, right now' is that what you said?." 

Shaking your head, "Thats exactly what I said, you heard that?." 

"You said it pretty loud sweetheart." he says, squeezing your chin, "God I love that mouth of yours."

Still holding your chin, he guides you back towards the doors to your bedroom, you were lost in a trance with those blue orbits of his that you didn't even notice the back of your knees hitting the end of your bed. 

You knew where this was going, and you were prepared for it. He's taken you hard, and rough before. 

To his surprise yet again, he was your first time, but at the same time he was honored, and a bit cocky when he took your virginity. Him being your first time boosted his ego to a new level. 

Lloyd pins you down into the bed, the look in his eyes, completely dark and sinister looking, he's not gonna show you any remorse. 

You always threaten his men, the new ones mostly, and he had enough of it, you've been a bit bratty. 

"You've been very bratty." he whispers in your ear, "And in gonna fuck it out of you until you can't walk properly."

Your breath hitches, your head suddenly starts spinning, vision is hazy, and you are unable to move your limbs.

"I know that look, might’ve been the wine I had sent to your office." he tells you, "Might have laced it. Might have not."

Did he drug you? If so, why? Was it necessary? He's never done it before. 

"W-why?." the only word you're able to mutter.

He moves a few strains of your hair away from your face, cupping it "Because pumpkin, you're a fighter, and I'm gonna need you… restricted. Not the first time I've drugged you cupcake, but this time it was in a slightly bigger dose."  

Your eyes wided, he wasn't wrong, you did enjoy fighting him when it came to sex, you've tried topping him, only for him to make you a bottom, you're very fiesty, but he did have his limits, he enjoyed taking control when you weren’t fighting, or resisting him. He could tie your hands to the headboard, and you would still find a way out of them.

The drugs he had slipped into your wine had stopped your movements completely, now you're laying there unable to move. You start to internally panic because you know what Lloyd was capable of, and only now it started to scare you. 

"L-Lloyd, please." you beg, wanting him not to do this, you weren't sure about being drugged, "I'll behave, I won't fight, please."

He clicks his tongue, "Oh princess, too late now. Can't magically cure you from the drugs." 

He shifts in bed, and starts to undo your pants, taking them off as well as your shoes. You couldn't tell, but you were 100% sure you were naked within a few minutes,  you might still have your bra on, you couldn't tell or remember if you put one on in the first place. Your hands pinned above your head, even though he wasn't even grabbing your wrists.

Lloyd started to strip out of his clothes, you hoped no one walked in, because it would be embarrassing for you to have anyone but Lloyd to see you naked and submissive. 

Yeah, you're a loud mouth, you don't take shit from anyone, except Lloyd, and you are gonna face a consequence of your actions. 

It's not just sex, it's sex with Lloyd, and he is one for edging, denial, choking, degrading and overall harsh punishments. 

It takes you back 8 months when you two first had sex, you wanted more of him, to feel him, to be underneath him. As much as he got under your skin, you still wanted him, it was like a sweet escape from reality, he was easy on you, but now he drugged you because you had to fight him when it came down to sex.

Without warning, he shoves his full length cock into you.  You let out a loud gasp, and it felt like you got stabbed down there. 

"It's okay sweetheart, you're doing so well." he whispers in your ear as he shoves himself in and out of you. Placing one of your legs over his massive shoulders. 

You can feel him in your stomach, if you could look down, you'd probably see a bulge in your gut, rearranging your insides. 

Not gonna lie, but being drugged made this sensation, the feeling, a lot better. The feeling of his cock going in and out with full force made you get there closer than usual, probably because you had no control over your body. 

"You're such a needy little slut aren't you?." he groans, grabbing a handful of your hair "My desperate, needy little whore." Making your head go back, as he attacks your neck, continuing his fast, rough pace, stretching you out, as soft whines and mews escape your lips. 

"F-fuck." you whine, as your body obeys Lloyd's movements. Tears rolling down your cheeks, you feel an orgasm coming, but you know he's gonna deny you. 

"I-I'm.. gonna." 

"You will do no such thing, pumpkin, you will cum when I tell you to cum. Understand?." 

You loved it when he was in his dominant headspace, which was all the time. "Y-yes." you're able to whine, looking and sounding pathetic.

"Yes what?." he asks, tilting his head as he continues to rearrange your insides at an aggressive, painful pace. 

"Yes, daddy." 

"That's right sweetheart."

He continues to fuck you like his little toy whore, making you hit your climax, and cum, not once, not twice, not thrice but four times and each time he denied you to cum, and edge your desperate ass. Your energy was completely drained even when the drugs wore off, he kept on going, he's relentless. He knows your body better than you do.

"F-fuck daddy." you cry, feeling the painful soreness between your legs, "Fuck, you feel so good." He places a kiss on your forehead slowing down his rough pace. One hand holding your leg while the other holds the back of your head, tight grip on your hair, the only thing you can do is grip the bed sheets. 

"You're so good to your daddy." he chuckles into your ear, "A loud mouth smartass, but you're so good to me."

Both your bodies covered in sweat, he rolls off of you before getting every last drop of cum into your pussy. Laying beside you with one arm behind his head. You're a panting, sweaty, messy hair mess, legs sore. Your whole body is sore, Lloyd isn't even tired, he looks like he could go another round or 2. 

"I hope you learned your lesson, pumpkin." he says, turning to his side to face you. Breathing heavily, tears still running down your cheeks. 

"Was drugging me really necessary?" you ask him, turning your head to look him in the eyes.

"Yes, I like it when you're submissive and I'm in control." he tells you, moving one of his hands onto your waist to bring you closer to him.

You scoff, "You're an asshole." He chuckles, moving your hair away from your face "But I'm your asshole, and you're stuck with me." He places another kiss on your forehead, before placing another on your lips. 

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #the gray man #lloyd hansen x female reader #chris evans #chris evans characters #lloyd hansen fanfic #lloyd hansen smut

[zaynes-ocs]

Ivan Groverain

Species: unicorn centaur

Class: Paladin of the aincents

Age: around 350

Height: 8 feet tall

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: gay

Likes: his community, helping out, apples, dad jokes, sweets, forests, animals, nature

Dislikes: war, fire, needless bloodshed, disrespectful people, wine

Backstory:

Ivan Groverain has long been the protector of the aincent forest since he was a young colt, inheriting the prestigious duty from his father, Markus Groverain. Centaurs were always a rarity in the forest, he and his father being the last few left, tucked deep into the heart of the forest where they cared for aincent plants and trees. Much like his father, Ivan often patrolled the wide expanse of wilderness, vigilant against bandits and poachers, and caring towards all the more fragile creatures, or even those not so fragile. He came to be known as a kindred face among the local druid circle, and he was always happy to deliver messages from them to the various small villages of wood elves and gnomes that had settled among small clearings.

It hardly took any time at all for everyone in the forest to know his name and greet him warmly whenever he would appear, inviting him to take part in their festivals and celebrations as he hauled children on hayrides or helped deliver materials from town to town. For nearly 335 years, he took good care of the forest that he called home.

One day, during his patrols, he began to notice a strange, oozing rot that seeped into the stiff bark of an oak tree. Concerned, he noted down all instances of the rot in a journal he kept by his side, desperate to solve the mystery of what was poisoning his forest. He worked day and night to dind the source, but just as he thought he was getting close to possibly understanding it, a ferocious blaze sparked from the heart of the forest.

The fire was hungry, and gluttonous in its rage, swallowing entire swaths of the forest while his desperate hoofbeats thundered from village to village, getting who he could to safety before fearlessly charging back into the fangs of the inferno. He rescued many a creature and townsfolk, though he could not save everyone. Eventually, the flames forced him out as well and he reluctantly fled to the hilltop where the denizens had gathered, and together they watched their home become nothing more than glowing cinders, and the displaced forest dwellers could only look on to their protector for direction.

So he led.

Days and nights he guided the slow march of those he could consider as close as family, the community coming together to guard against dangers along the road until they reached a city where they would disperse, hoping to see at least some old friends some sunnier day.

Before they all scattered, Ivan made a solemn vow that he would find what caused this, he would find the truth of what happened to their home and bring peace of mind to himself and others, but most importantly, he’d find out in hopes that someday, they may return to that forest and rebuild what once was.

#ocs #my ocs #dnd ocs #oc #Ivan Groverain #centaur oc #centaur #unicorn centaur #dnd #obsessed with this guy rn #hes SO COOL #please ask me stuff about him i ADORE HIM RN

[hekates-corner]

Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 15

Hi, whichever way you found this: Welcome.

For a number of reasons I ended up here. I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I go about translating to the best of my abilities.

So, be warned - all the spoilers are below. Want spoilers, but less? My dm's/asks are open!

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Enjoy!

Chapter 15 | Please read the notes at the end!

The smell of fragrant tea and sweet pastries fills the air.

Their skin was glossy and like that of a baby, as they were chatting happily in a cheerful voice.

From the desciptions so far, one might imagine a tea party of young girls.

But, but—

“Welcome back, young miss.”

The host of the party was an old man, and moreover, he was an eunuch.

He’s the quack. The person he was talking to was Tianyu, who was eating dried chinese dates while chiming in. Lihaku is standing guard against the wall, but perhaps because he is bored, he’s holding a walnut in each hand - trying to break the shells.

Maomao thinks “Aren’t those walnuts brought in as medicine?” - she has some doubts, but tentatively returns the greeting to the quack doctor.

She says the usual “I’m home” phrase, then adds “It’s starting to look a lot like a doctor’s office.”

The outbuilding of Gyokuens villa, which had been converted into a medical office, was quite well-equipped. Shelves and beds have been added, as well as screens.

The quack tells Maomao that her room’s right up the stairs. Then he asks her if she knows, since she slept there on the first day, right?

Maomao’s like “Yes. What did you do with my luggage?” - she’d left for the village without even unpacking. She’s sure, as narrator, that they haven’t cleaned up anything.

“I haven’t touched your luggage. However, the room was a bit bare, so I added some furniture - so it should be a lot more comfortable!” (he’s so excited, bless him)

Narrator-Mao notes that the quack’s strangely motivated (kanji used esp for eagerness to work). In other words, he’d had enough free time to redecorate her room.

Tianyu, with his ususal superficial smile, says that the “beardless man, worked really hard on the renovation.”, giving Maomao a very bad feeling.

“Did you have any particular problems?” - Maomao asked as she unloaded her bag and opened the drawer of the new medicine cabinet. To her, the bitter smell of medicine, which she hadn’t smelled in a long time, was pleasant.

“Hmm, nothing in particular. As usual, I went to visit the moon prince, and occasionally patients came—”

“Generally speaking, we have a lot of colds. Due to the extreme temperature difference, there are many cases where they felt weak from the boat trip.”

Tianyu cuts in from the side, maybe because the quacks laid-back way of talking makes him drowsy. Since she’s Maomao, she’d like to hear the short version of all this, so she looks at Tianyu while checking her inventory.

“One person got stung by a scorpion, but he was okay. Someone nearby said he treated it right after the sting, so the guy was crying but he didn’t die.”

Narrator-Mao notes that the reason why Tianyu was a good listener that time was probably because it’s a field he doesn’t know much about. Plus, there’s no way the quack would’ve known, so maybe someone else was familiar with scorpion poison.

“Is there anyone here who knows anything about poison?” - Maomao takes a Senburi off a shelf, tears off a piece of it and licks it. It’s so bitter - she notes as narrator that you’ll regret licking it but she’s just in for the kick of it tasting like true medicine.

Tianyu says that scorpion poisoning isn’t uncommon around here, so the lady in the cafeteria told him about it.. the lady asked him if he was even a doctor.

“Yeah. In Saito they eat scorpions deep-fried. It’s scary/horrible.”

The quack arches his eyebrows into a figure 8. (pls don’t ask, he keeps doing this and idek)

“Let’s go eat this sometime!” Maomao’s spirits suddenly rise. She puts back the licorice she pulled out.

“Yeah, I don’t want to.” - The quack shakes his head.

Maomao then decides that, since Tianyu and the quack (the two medical officers) are in such good condition, there’s no particular problem. She’d wanted to play around with the medicine a little longer, but decided to head to her room.. feeling reluctant.

She goes up the stairs, opening the door. As soon as she does that, she immediately understands why Tianyu was smiling (earlier).

“What is this… …”

This was supposed to be a simple, empty room.. but a cherry blossom colored curtain/pavillion was carefully placed over the bed. It was very cute, considering it was an insect repellent, and it had embroidery all over it. The built-in desk is covered with an embroidered tablecloth and the chairs are fitted with western-style cushions made with openwork weave.

The windows also had awnings with open work patterns and the walls were decorated with fabrics with floral patterns.

The room smells like incense - a floral scent that is too cute for Maomao. As a finishing touch, dried rose flowers were scattered all over the place.

Maomao: ……

She trembles, wanting to redecorate immediately but Guen is right behind her with glistening eyes. He has his expectant gaze fixed on her.

“Ha ha. That openwork is nice, a peddler recommended it to me as being perfect for a young girl.”

The young girl is also Maomao. Besides, in terms of age, she’s already close on falling behind.

“Did you like it, miss?” Round/cute eyes approach Maomao.

(Maomao makes a sound used for expressions of surprise or effort.)

Her face tenses and his shoulders slumped.

Behind the quack was Lihaku, who looked sorry for him - and Tianyu, who was laughing. For now she decides that today she’ll be making Tianyu’s tea with senburi.

(there’s a break in the chapter. sen’buri is a japanese green gentian - swertia japonica - or alderfly - esp special sialis japonica)

After dinner, Maomao returns to her room. She felt a little better now that she had gotten proper revenge on Tianyu.

She thinks something about medicine.

As narrator she goes on talking about how the herb was originally mixed with eyebrow ink in the red light district. It seems to be effective against hair loss - while also being effective against indigestion, diarrhea, and abdominal pain, but because of its unplesant taste, it is not used much in the medical rooms of the imperial court.

It’s usually brought/bought for it’s more publicly accepted hair-loss prevention effect than used as a gastrointestinal drug.

She thinks that they sometimes come to her(?) for hair consultations.

Of course, Maomao, unlike the quack, protects personal information. However, that doesn’t mean she can’t ask them something in the process. (i also got that it doesn’t mean she won’t ask for something)

She sighs because of how cute the room is. If she’d do a quick redecoration, Guen will be sad, so she has to make changes little by little without him noticing.

She was about to change into her night gowns, thinking that today would be too much trouble so she’ll start tomorrow..

Then she hears a knocking sound.

She says it’s fine to come in.

The voice says “Oh” or “Hi” - It was Lihaku who came in.

“What happened?”

“No, I didn’t want to say it in front of “uncle” or Tianyu, so I came to say it directly.”

Narrator-Mao notes that she had a vague idea that Lihaku and Tianyu didn’t seem to have good chemistry. It doesn’t seem good that Lihaku, who gets along with everyone, didn’t get along with him/It seems that even Lihaku who gets along with everyone had someone he had a hard time with.

Lihaku may seem like a fool/simpleton, but he is quick-witted and has good intuition. He must’ve sensed a certain untrustworthiness in Tianyu.

“Did Tianyu do something?”

“No, that guy has nothing to do with it. However, I didn’t talk to him because he seemed like he was playing around with teasing the old man.”

“So… … is this something you don’t want the medical officers to hear?”

“I’m not saying it’s okay to ask, but…—”

“It would be helpful if you could tell me directly.” (she’s pretty much telling him to hurry up and get to the point.)

She’s just returned from the trip and is sleepy - but she’s aware that it was a bit harsh to say it that way.

“It looks like it’s going to come out.”

“Come out? What?”

“It's a flying head.”

“Huh/What?”

When he says neck, he means necks. A flying head.

“It seems a Hitoban will appear.”

Lihaku said in an extremely serious voice.

Notes | Chapter 16

Just the usual few things.

- There is no mention of what happened to the others or in the village, it's a straight cut to this chapter.

- Maomao doesn't use Guens name, I just did to not make it too redundant.

- The quack is just too adorable, he's really seeing Mao as the kid he could never have.

- Coming back here from the future to edit. I thought they were gonna go more into what a Hitoban is, but so far it hasn't happened.

A Hitoban is a Chinese yokai/spirit whose head separates from it's body and floats around. Like the rokurokobi (japanese version), the hitoban has a line around its neck. Chinese stories also tell of a yōkai called a rakutō (落頭) whose head comes off and floats about while the torso remains at rest on the futon (somnambulism). There is a tale that in the Three Kingdoms period, an Eastern Wu general, Zhu Huan employed a female servant who was a rakutō. It's said that she used its ears like wings. Another tale relates that in the Qin era, there was a clan from the south called rakutōmin (落頭民) who could fly around with only their heads.

The “when he says neck, he means neck” is because apparently Japanese use the word for neck sometimes for anything that's neck and above - the kanji is used for head and neck.

So far it seems that the alleged yokai we're dealing with is a rakutō more so than a hitoban - but there's a lot of back and forth, everyone's just trying to figure things out right now!

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

[drottni]

LBFAD rewatch part 4

1. "I was just passing by" Sir. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Didn't I tell you to wait home? Who told you to run around?!?" Maam. 🤣

Just a normal husband and wife conversation in life and death situations.

2. DFQC: *angry but cute little demon expressions* letttmeeeekillllsommeeethingggggyyesssssssssatlastt

XLH: *bops him on the head like a cat* back off you little fiend, no killing today

DFQC: *angry little demon muttering and grumbles*

3. DFQC casually throwing out Hellfire to kill some rando eavesdropper:

Me: That one. I want that one. HE'S MINE.

(yes I have just resorted to thinking of him as a angry but cute cat and I have adopted him)

4. LBFAD summary:

DFQC: emotions bad. XLH: no, emotions good

DFQC: emotions..bad? XLH: no. emotions good.

DFQC: emotions...goOD? XLH: yes! emotions good!

DFQC: emotions good!! XLH: *mm yeah except for me*

DFQC: EMOTIONS GOOD 🔪😠🔪

5. How was he this jealous of Changheng already?!? 😄 His reluctance to leave. His little "or what, they will think you were colluding and fornicating with a criminal?" angry retort. His expressions when she mentions Changheng being strong. 😅😅

6. DFQC threatening to rip out Shangque's scales as a punishment hurts my soul knowing his history.

7. DFQC in important discussions with Shangque:

XLH: *angry screams*

DFQC: *sigh* My terrible wife is calling. I must leave.

8. Someone make a compilation video of him saying "your life is precious to me" from beginning to end. I need to observe the way his expressions change each time. From 😠🔪 to 🥺🖤

9. XLH running to her Daqiang to tell him her happy news *hearteyes* but like....DFQC just chilling at home waiting for her?!?!? Like a good lil hubby warming tea for when his wifey gets home?!?! Mr sir DFQC do you not have important Moon Supreme business to attend to ? No I guess not.

10. I feel for Changheng. I really do. His story has all the angst too like the whole "have to pretend she is below me and I never think about her twice when in reality she is all I think about just so my menace of a brother gets off her trail" : heartbreaking. Him having to cross out her name while knowing full well how much it means to her. All super sad. It is the highest of compliments to DFQC that despite all this Changheng does not even once tug our "second lead syndrome" hearts. Not for a second are we like awww maybe she should be with him. Moon Supremacy indeed.

11. I have ....many questions about that underwater scene. First. Why does DFQC look so pained? The expression on his face when she is holding on very tight to him is veryy...troubled? upset?..hmm idk. Second. Who created the bubble around them? And if there was a bubble that meant they had air yes? Who popped the bubble? Why? Is it XLH cuz the bubble pops when she loses breath. Third. Why did DFQC hover there for sooo long before giving the most exasperated look and diving to save her. He really let her drown a bit first😆. And lastly. Who gave DFQC the right to look so graceful underwater? Sir do you have a permit? For that elegance and grace.

12. Even when going in to save her, he has such a troubled look. Idk why but it feels like he is feeling something monumental in this moment and he does not like it. I think back to Esther's comment in an interview where she says the moment underwater is when things begin to shift for them/XLH. Also, I love the way he grabs her for the second kiss. 😍 There is something just so akfidbjxoebf *screams* I cant--

13. "I have a lot on my plate right now. How can I be disturbed by her all the time?" Oohhh so you DO have Moon Supreme business to attend to. You just like to dedicate a chunk of your time to waiting around for your wifey to come home and drink tea with you. I see how it is Sir. 👀

14. DFQC gaslighting HIMSELF into thinking its okay to be concerned about the wedding 😆😆 Sure Sir.

15. The INTENSE look he gives her before drinking the poisoned wine. He KNOWS. And still drinks it. *dead* (zeher bane haan tera peejavan me puri nou" >>> "If your love is poison I will drink it completely ") im dead.

16. Him telling her "you should hand me over instead", her telling him she has lived longer because of him, his little eyebrow furrow when she says "i'll miss you TOO" not just I'll miss you. The implication that I know already you will miss me. GOD. rip my heart out why dont you. Absolute babies. ❤

17. "I didn't plan to kill him, but he's courting death" ... 💀💀🤤🤤🤤🤤

18. Not at him having a whole ass conversation with "his woman" to make sure she is okay while literally getting bombarded by all the Immortals of Shuiyuntian. Bunch of pesky flies as far as he is concerned. Also. I got goosebumps when that vocal music started playing and he appeared like an actual Devil behind her. 🥲

#cang lan jue #love between fairy and devil #xiao lanhua #dongfang qingcang #cdrama #lbfad rewatch

[findusinaweek]

top ten favorite bands/musicians tag game

I was tagged by @whereforartthoumisthios, thanks!! I’m also an absolute sucker for tag games. I like blabbing, I guess. And oh boy, do I love talking about music.

ok, here is a very abbreviated and extremely biased chronological order of my faves.

1) Shostakovich. He’s my first memory of music and I love him.

2) Gloria Estefan. Latin pop. I wasn’t really allowed to talk about being mixed or Latino as a kid but my mom did let me steal her Gloria Estefan cassettes and cds, so I really clung to her. If you play the 1992 Gloria Estefan Greatest Hits I will revert to childhood and sing it to you. But probably only the backup voices.

3) Funeral For A Friend. Emo, post-hardcore, whatever that means. I’ll always return to their (earlier) music. They kept me alive. Also the only band I’ve bought tickets to that would require me going to a different continent to see.

4) Placebo. Alt/glam rock. I love Molko’s voice and it’s good music to want to self destruct to when you’re a teen. It’s good to look back and realize things got better.

5) Margo and the Nuclear So & So’s. Indie Rock. I don’t have a lot to say about them but I love them. Not sure about how to feel with them re-releasing everything constantly though.

6) Iron & Wine. Folk. Extremely comforting. It’s that slide guitar, for me.

7) Ludmilla. Pop/ funk carioca. Cheguei is what I blast to myself in the car if I’m not feeling a morning. If A boba Fui Eu comes on I gotta sing it and fight with myself on whether I’ll sing the Ludmilla or Jão or backup parts.

8) Mitski. Indie Rock. I know this is kinda Mitski dot com where people talk about Mitski a lot but she’s great, ok? Also I have a conspiracy about local architecture and Mitski, don’t get me started on it.

9) The Reverent Marigold. Folk punk! T4T Jesus! Banjos! Songs about bones! Laika! Having to pull off the road to cry-scream “Would you drink poison for a body that fits”! I go nuts every time Post Op(penheimer) plays! Very cathartic!

10)  Julia Jacklin. Indie pop. She’s getting me through everything currently.

ok tagging time. @aquila-v, @thecontractorandtheastronaut, @sleeplessincarcosa, @luvjiro, @fictionalcharactersrbetter, @solareias. Ok so, I think other people have been tagged or I have seen them do a similar tag game and don’t wanna bother them. If you are tagged and don’t want/feel up to doing it, that’s cool too! But if I didn’t tag you, and you want to do this, you should. Because I like music and you’ll tell me about the music. Yeah. Ok, well I always get awkward at this stage so bye...

#tag games #are so much fun #but I always fear I am bothering people at the end #it is fun though. #also this is a MUSIC one and I love those

[house-of-mirrors]

HI HELLO for the fanfic ask game.. 4, 8, 14, 40 [Cupbearer]? (you don’t have to do all of them)

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I've been pretty focused on grad school lately, so I have a muddle that could probably be separated into 2 or 3 distinct ideas. One is Happles grabbing Orsinio because he's good with poisons, playing with him too roughly, and then Wines has to pick him up.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Do you think you’re the only one who’s clever?” It moved its thumb to trace the fuzz along his jaw, equal parts consoling, condescending, and condemning. “We’ve been trading secrets since before your planet was born.” [...] As his eyes slipped shut, he heard Wines’ voice over him, felt the warmth of its hand passing near his forehead. “I promise you’ll have a pleasant stay. Our time together is only beginning.”

All of Cupbearer was based around my desire to write this one scene in the first chapter. Drugging and kidnapping hnn so good. Wines using the first person to illustrate the threat, and the mind games with them both knowing a promise is a lie. Wines big and old. Orsinio small. Good stuff.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

Any advice that makes you want to not write is the worst advice!

To give a more specific and recent example, I'm reading a craft book right now, and it suggested writing books about rich people because that's popular, and no absolutely not

40. Write an alternative ending to [Cupbearer] (or just the summary of one).

An alternate ending would be where Wines wins and keeps Orsinio through the future cities and beyond. If that's too dark, there is also another possibility where someone rescues him from the Bazaar rather than from a revel. Either way, there's a fairy tale vibe with him sequestered in a tower, lost in dreams. I... really like fairy tale vibes please talk to me about fantasy AUs

ask game

#thanks for the ask #cupbearer #oc: orsinio

[lettersandinkstains]

when you first said my name, it sounded like windchimes - soft, beautiful, comforting. you told me you loved my name so much, told me the story of the woman whose name i once carried. you shared with me your secrets that were only between you and the stars and moon as your witness, and i, a civilian coming into the chaos.

it's music blaring at two in the morning as you danced around, high as a kite and we wondered if this is what was meant when we were told joy is what was in store for us. ironic how a support group can rip a little at the seams and i shoved my skeletons away while you locked yours up in high security. "it doesn't matter," you'd say and your lips taste like the strawberry chapstick you put on and your mouth tasted like the wine you'd been drinking all night.

night and day pass and blur, winterstorms did not matter with you as my summer and my sun, in comes a blazing storm and i lose you some days just how you lost me. we became paths that crossed and locked, head-on collisions at our worst and best.

"i love you." were what you said first. "i fuckin love you." but you say this in a thunderstorm you brought, the sea threatening to flood. and with you, the storm left becausw you needed to get better and i needed to be sober. "i love you."

we say it a million times and thousands more. texts, calls, emails. drug free, alcohol free. sobriety means we faced the cold winter outside and spring blossomed for you.

the last time you said my name sounded like quiet in the aftermath of a storm, cracked and choked. you crashed and you fell and you called. "i love you." is what you said two nights before you killed yourself. i did not say it back.

i did not pick up when you called at 2 in the morning, unconscious to the world.

phone calls at 8 in the morning are dangerous when you've mixed lithium and lunesta, when you fall into a world of not dreaming and nightmares of ghosts and his hands wrapping around my throat. phone calls at 8 am in the morning, to billings, montana are dangerous to take on two way roads where laws don't exist and the sky is a pretty dusty pink.

and when i got to work and hid in the managers office, i called you 50 times, begging you to pick up. go fuck yourself, please pick up, i'm sorry i didn't answer

my name sounds like poison leaving the lips of pretty girls who wear strawberry chapstick. and her name is too similar to yours and if i say it, you may bring a thunderstorm. so it doesn't work out because your ghost stays, she leaves, and i linger.

i linger in the storm, waiting for you to say my name again like windchimes gently blowing in the wind. ghosts and shadows stay. and i am trying to revive the part of me you took with you.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #amwriting #spilled ink #4 am thoughts #4 am ramblings #writers of tumblr #queer writers #poems and poetry #rambling #look mom i write

[gothicnyc]

Gothic Events Happening in NYC March

Inferno

Widely hailed as one of the great classics of Western literature, INFERNO details Dante's journey through the nine circles of Hell. After meeting his guide, the eminent Roman poet Virgil, in a mythical dark wood, the two begin their descent through a mysterious world of miserable souls, horrifying tortures, and unending suffering.

Until the end of April

$35-65

165 West 86th Street New York, NY 10024

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/inferno-tickets-792312296407?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Trivia

Did you spend your youth pinning for vampiric affection? Then gather your Scoobies and join us for Buffy the Vampire Slayer Trivia at Home Base Bistro, our Bronze for the evening to celebrate The Chosen One

3/6/2024

Free

416 Third Avenue New York, NY 10016

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/buffy-the-vampire-slayer-trivia-tickets-831196419867?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

BLOOD FOR DRACULA

Immediately after completing Flesh For Frankenstein, filmmaker Paul Morrissey and star Udo Kier created Blood For Dracula, a sumptuously depraved Euroshocker that tows the line between art and bad taste. Desperate for virgin blood, Count Dracula (Kier) journeys to an Italian villa only to discover the family’s three young daughters are also coveted by the estate’s Marxist stud (Joe Dallesandro of Morrissey’s Flesh, Trash and Heat). Stefania Casini (Suspiria) and Bicycle Thieves director Vittorio De Sica co-star in one of the most unique and outrageous vampire films in history, now scanned uncut in 4K from the original negative for the first time ever.

3/8/2024

$ 15.00

136 Metropolitan Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11249

https://nitehawkcinema.com/williamsburg/movies/blood-for-dracula/

The Red Party

Hosted by Elder Goth & DJ Sean Templar, the red party is sure to delight. Enjoy a night of gothic music and drinks at the mercury lounge. Come watch me dance my ass off.

3/23/2024

$ 15.00

217 East Houston St, New York, NY, United States, New York

https://linktr.ee/redpartynyc?fbclid=IwAR0LwDx2k-MBUlFnIQFitfPx--Nmr7A9AJ-U8xDlibsAASMus7lgRzCG1j0

SAW The Musical The Unauthorized Parody of Saw (New York Off-Broadway)

One of the most thought-provoking horror films of all time now is…a musical. SAW The Musical hilariously captures the events of the first movie parodying the Saw that started it all following from where Lawrence Gordon and Adam Stanheight find each other for the first time in the bathroom trap. Will they follow "the rules" as they discover each other's secrets? Will they escape the game in time and saw right through? A love story with fluidity (and lots more fluids), 'SAW The Musical The Unauthorized Parody of Saw' is Little Shop of Horrors meets Avenue Q, pushing the boundary on sexuality and how to love. [Parental Advisory: Explicit Content]

3/11/2024

$41 – $123

354 West 45th Street New York, NY 10036

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/saw-the-musical-the-unauthorized-parody-of-saw-new-york-off-broadway-tickets-823186150937?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Dark Delights

Step into a world of darkness and decadence as Dark Delights presents an unforgettable dining experience like no other. Join us in the grand hall, where an 8-course tasting menu awaits, presented by a staff of elegant vampires and their human servants. Event Admission Includes: 🍽️ 8-Course Tasting Menu 🍷 Unlimited Wine (Type A or B) 🥤 Soda & Water

3/19/2024

$ 107.48

1745 Express Drive North Hauppauge, NY 11788

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/dark-delights-tickets-838683534027?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Charming Disaster's Musical Séance

Charming Disaster’s Musical Séance is part concert, part spirit divination, part guided tour of what may lie beyond the mortal veil. The playfully macabre goth-folk duo take on phantoms, poisons, witches, monsters, mediums, and more of their favorite things in this performance of original songs and mysterious onstage rituals. Charming Disaster invites you to get haunted with them – exploring the dark side with tongue in cheek and drink in hand. Séance kit included with VIP ticket!

3/22/2024

$ 18.80

21 A Clinton Street New York, NY 10002

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/charming-disasters-musical-seance-tickets-796951913627?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

LGBTQ Secrets of the Met Museum Tour • NYC

Professor Andrew Lear, a four-time winner of the Harvard Certificate for Excellence in Teaching, will decipher the meanings of symbols, poses, and context while telling you the low-down on what's really going on. For Lear’s peerless insights on just one of the works in the Met’s unrivaled collection, visit The Gay and Lesbian Review. Famous artists and subjects appear but so do lesser-known artists and works whose homoerotic charge is often ignored.

3/23/2024

$ 60.54

1000 Fifth Avenue New York, NY 10028

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/lgbtq-secrets-of-the-met-museum-tour-nyc-tickets-771099448207?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Remembrance, Commemoration & Myth-Making: A Critical Look at Monuments

Join the American Federation of Arts for a panel discussion inspired by the AFA's traveling exhibition Monuments and Myths: The America of Sculptors Augustus Saint-Gaudens and Daniel Chester French. This talk will highlight the perspectives of artists, curators, and scholars engaging with monuments and the ways in which they influence history, identity, and memory in contemporary contexts. The program will be followed by a light reception and exhibition catalogs will be available for purchase.

3/26/2024

Free

215 West 57th Street #Suite 1 New York, NY 10019

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/remembrance-commemoration-myth-making-a-critical-look-at-monuments-tickets-829099247167?aff=ebdssbdestsearch

Be sure to keep you eyes out! More events to be posted as the weeks progress!

#goth #city #gothnyc #events #gothevents #emo #21+ #nyc #gothic #new york