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naminethewriter · 12 days

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On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter Eight: At Our Destination, Not Just the Two of Us

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Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that’s important is that they’re together.

Content Warnings: Flirting, Kissing, Bickering between the twins

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“I don’t want this to end,” Remus admitted quietly.

“I know, darling.” Janus didn’t look over at his boyfriend, too focused on the GPS that told him they were only five minutes away from their destination.

“Can’t we just drive past and keep going?”

“No, dear. It was fun and I loathe to admit I wouldn’t mind if this trip was longer, but we need to go back at some point. I can only take off time from work for so long and we do still need the money. Even if we were to live like this full time. I don’t think I’d enjoy it on a permanent basis, actually.”

Remus sighed, leaning heavily into his seat.

“Yeah, I know. Me too, actually. I can’t sculpt like this. Or paint on the scale I’d like. I know it’s for the best, but still… I don’t wanna deal with the responsibilities again.”

“I cannot relate to that at all.” Janus moved his hand to Remus’ thigh and squeezed. “It’s going to be fine. You focus on your art and let me deal with all the annoying paperwork and bills.”

“You’re gonna be busy again,” Remus accused, though it was in a lighter tone. He was indeed upset at that fact, but he also knew that it was necessary.

“Yes. That’s probably not going to change for a long while.”

“I know. It sucks ass.”

“It does.”

The GPS announced the last turn they would have to make before they’d reach their destination at the end of the road.

“We’ll find the time to do something like this again, promise,” Janus said. “Not every year, not even every other year but we’ll do it again.”

“I’ll cut you if we don’t.”

“Sounds fair.”

They drove the last stretch of their journey in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and reflecting on the past three month on their own.

It had been the most freeing time in Janus’ life.

He was going to miss it.

He pulled the van into a free parking spot outside a lovely, old hotel. The location of the wedding.

“Are you ready?” he asked Remus. His boyfriend huffed.

“One last thing.” Remus pulled Janus over to him, practically lifting him from the driver’s seat and onto his lap, before sealing their lips together. It was unusually sweet for him, no tongue involved.

They parted a few minutes later.

“Now I’m ready,” Remus grinned and Janus chuckled.

“Then let’s go.” He leaned over to grab the keys from the ignition before climbing out of Remus’ lap and out of the passenger door. Remus followed after him, but not without commenting on how good his butt looked.

“There you are! Finally!” The car door wasn’t even closed behind them before Roman was stalking over to them, looking close to furious. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You were supposed to be here yesterday!”

“What a nice welcome,” Janus commented dryly, causing Remus to burst out in giggles and Roman to glare at him.

“Sorry, Ro-bro, but we got turned around.”

“Oh, really?” Roman asked, obviously not convinced, his arms crossed.

“No, he saw a flyer for a carnival and begged me to go.”

“It was super fun, I almost puked on one of their rides! So worth it.”

“I cannot believe you two! A carnival, really?! The rehearsal dinner for your wedding is in two hours! Two hours! And you both look like you haven’t showered in a week!”

“Don’t be dramatic, it was only five days.” Roman groaned and Remus smiled at him, delighted by his annoyance.

“I do not know why you didn’t get a better van! One with a shower! Janus is a lawyer for goodness’ sake, you could’ve easily afforded it!”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t the aesthetic we were going for!”

“I am so going to strangle you!”

“Oh, look, the grooms finally made it,” a new voice commented, and Janus turned to see that Virgil, his best man, had joined them. “Roman was going up the walls since yesterday, it was hilarious to watch.”

“I can’t imagine that at all.” Janus smirked. “You seem quite calm though. Usually you would be right there with him, worrying your pretty little head off about everything.” Virgil elbowed him in the arm for that and rolled his eyes.

“Why would I stress myself out about your wedding? You already paid for all of this, so it’s not like it would’ve been a loss for me if you didn’t end up showing. Plus, I know the two of you, of course nothing here would go to plan, especially since Roman did most of the planning. I was sure you’re going to turn up late, if just to spite him. Hell, I wouldn’t put it past you to have arrived here like two days ago and you’ve just stayed in the van ten minutes from here until you could be fashionably late. I’m more surprised you showed up for the rehearsal at all. Second plus, Logan’s been weirdly insistent that you’d be here around this time. I think Remus has been texting him updates.”

“Why should we put so much effort into a wedding Roman wanted more than us? We would have been fine with getting an officiant into our backyard during a barbeque. He insisted on something more ‘meaningful.’” Janus rolled his eyes and Virgil snickered.

“He and his high standards. Anyway, let’s get you inside and under a shower. You reek.”

“Why, thank you Virgil, for telling me that so politely.”

“Fuck off and just come along.”

They started off towards the hotel, closely followed by the twins that were still arguing.

“And what the hell was that text about sunflowers in the bouquet?” Roman huffed, still rather worked up. “You can’t expect me to change that on such short notice! And they would have clashed with the other colors, plus they stand for platonic affection, not romantic!”

“The fuck you mean ‘short notice?’ I asked you about that two and a half months ago!”

“Yes, way too late! I added some sunflowers to the decorations but not the bouquet.”

“Wow, thank you for your sacrifice.”

They continued to bicker like that the entire way. When they reached the entrance to the hotel, Virgil pulled the door open and held it for them all to pass. Janus let the twins go first, since Roman seemed about to explode if he didn’t get Remus ready immediately. Janus watched them disappear further into the building when Virgil lightly shoved his shoulder with his own.

“So, you ready to get married?” he asked.

Janus watched Remus laugh loudly and pulling his brother into a hug and he smiled.

“I was ready to marry him years ago.”

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This is the end of the story! Thank you all so much for reading, reblogging, tagging and commenting 💛💚

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xximpressions · 2 years

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Raging Fire (8)

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

Series Summary: Your Uncle has betrothed you to the King's brother, and when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.

Chapter Summary: The journey of being with child

Word Count: 1,261

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter! I had to delete the original post and reupload it, so sorry if you're being notified twice 😬I hope you enjoy and get a chance to leave a comment below!

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Though everyone you encountered had been complimentary, it was your husband who had been the most vocal about your soon-to-be growing belly.

Starting at a royal banquet that was being hosted soon after you told him, Daemon stood with his glass raised and gave a special toast in your honor.

“Here is to my fierce wife!” He had declared to everyone present. “For bestowing upon me the gift of impending fatherhood.”

Those gathered for the feast erupted into cheerful applause at such news as Viserys rose to give his brother a congratulatory embrace.

The Prince spoke to the King with a happy look of pride on his face while Rhaenyra came over to place a kind hand over yours.

“You shall make an excellent mother.”

The way she said her statement with such confidence made you reply with equal assurance,

“And you shall make an excellent Queen.”

The warm look you both shared only solidified your words.

You were told often of how being with child suited you.

When your body went through changes and your pregnancy became noticeable, Daemon spent a considerable amount of time whispering sweet nothings to you in High Valyrian as he caressed your growing bump.

Becoming a common occurrence as the days passed, you did not mind since you melted at your husband’s touch every time.

It was like you could not stop yourself from falling in love with him over and over again.

The Prince must have been of a similar mind given his actions of late.

While he had never been afraid to show his affection for you, the desire to do so had ramped up in the time you had told him you were pregnant.

Going as far as openly kissing you in the public eye, it became clear that no one could doubt the feelings he obviously had for you and you for him.

It only continued as weeks turned into months, and soon, the little one growing inside you made their introduction by way of a kick.

So thrilled at such a simple action, you rushed through the halls in order to locate your husband.

Finding him sitting in on a council meeting, you immediately gave your apologies for the interruption to King Viserys before moving as swiftly as you could to where Daemon was now standing from his seated position.

“My Love, what is wrong—?”

“Give me your hand!”

When he let out a confused, “What?”

Instead of complying, you became impatient and took his hand in order to place it against your rounded stomach yourself.

When you felt that flutter inside you again, you looked up to see his face and watched it morph into an expression of amazement.

“Did she just…?”

Your husband grinned brightly at your enthusiastic nod.

That was when Viserys humoredly repeated Daemon’s words in order to gain some insight for him and the others present.

“‘She’, Brother?”

Clarifying himself, your husband was proud when he said,

“I believe my daughter is simply making her presence known for the first time.”

Giving an amused smile, the King was gracious as he responded,

“Well, I would not want to keep you from such important matters.”

After looking around at the rest of the council, he announced, “This meeting is adjourned.”

You thanked him as you both left in a state of barely contained excitement.

And it did not escape your notice that Daemon’s hand seemingly did not leave your stomach for the rest of the day.

In fact, it did not escape anyone’s notice how much of a dotting husband he had become.

The women of court jealously whispered amongst themselves about the amount of care someone known as the Rogue Prince was giving you.

It should be unlikely.

It was seemingly unfathomable.

It had been, to say the least, unexpected.

But you were unconcerned with the opinions of babbling sheep as you basked in the love of the one who held your heart.

Because you had to give it to him, his ability to tame the dragon within you was impressive.

It was also a necessary skill you had come to realize.

Since becoming pregnant, your temperament had been all over the place.

You sometimes flew through emotions at such speeds, it was staggering.

You could recall one instance where you were in your shared chambers feeling nothing but red-hot anger for reasons you could not remember.

As you paced and contemplated the best way to unleash your fury, Daemon entered the room with his hands clasped behind his back.

“The maids tell me you are upset.”

“The maids can mind their own business,” You immediately snapped back.

Having gotten used to your mood swings by now, your husband simply hid his amusement at how adorable you looked waddling back and forth before trying again.

“Might I inquire as to why you are upset?”

But your answer was one of frustration as you suddenly replied,

“I do not know!”

That was when the Prince found he could no longer hide the small grin threatening to break out on his face and made his way over to you.

As if extending a peace offering, Daemon held his hand out to you and waited for you to take it.

You begrudgingly did so, but only with a pout on your face.

Turning your hand over in his so that your palm faced upwards, you watched as he pulled his other hand from behind his back in order to place the small basket he was holding into your grasp.

Looking down with your brows furrowed, your anger immediately turned into delight as you saw the basket’s contents.

The Prince was pleased as he took note of your instant change in demeanor and said,

“I was hoping some of your favorite pastries might help with whatever was upsetting you.”

And just like that, your previous rage became a distant memory.

You wound up giving your husband a grateful kiss that he easily returned before you sat in a nearby chair and began to happily munch on your newly acquired treats.

Daemon swore that his love for you increased tenfold in that moment.

As you neared the end of your pregnancy, it became rare for him to leave you by yourself for too long. So it should have come as no surprise when he declared that he would remain by your side after your waters broke.

You gave no protest as you leaned back against him for strength.

While he sat behind you whispering strong encouragements in your ear, you delivered a healthy child into the world.

You could not stop yourself from collapsing into your husband’s chest after the final push, nor could you stop the tears that welled in your eyes as your baby’s wails filled the room.

The cries had died down by the time the little one had been cleaned and placed in your arms. That was when the midwife said,

“It is a girl, Princess.”

Huffing a tired laugh of joy as you peered down at your daughter’s face for the first time, you felt Daemon press a kiss to your sweaty temple as you both took her in.

“She has your eyes,” You murmured in your mother tongue.

“She has your spirit,” He quietly responded with contentedness in the same language.

Pecking another kiss of thanks to your forehead, the Prince was sincere as he said,

“That means she could not be anymore perfect.”

And as you cradled such a gift in your arms, you decided that your husband had never been more right.

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#hotd #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x black!reader

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myimaginedcorner · 2 years

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SCALES OF JUSTICE - CHAPTER 5 UPDATE!!!

Hello everyone, it's been so long! We met for the last time when spring was blooming at our doorstep, yet now it's already time for autumn's golden rain. Study and work are once again part of our busy lives, and with them, a new chapter, which I'm so glad to finally announce. Yes, you've heard correctly - Chapter 5 is now available for you to play, as a small gift to savour with your hot tea and cosy blankets!

As usual, I welcome any feedback, specially now that my beta-tester is quite occupied with her MSc (a strong woman in STEM, she is). If you have any issues, recommendations, or comments in general about my work, feel free to text me here or make a post in CoG forum, where I will be answering you to the best of my capabilities.

NEW THINGS IN THIS UPDATE:

Explore Menai, Hero's only seaport.

Find a way to progress in your quest, and pay the price for it.

Discover a nomadic human tribe, and learn about the old gods.

Encounter the elven scientist, and lurk through his observatory.

Visit the satyr district, and dive into the culture of Nature's children.

Chapter 5 is 65k words long, and it has three main routes for you to follow. Each route is determined by your species, for this is a chapter mostly dedicated to your own character and their relationship with the surrounding world.

SPOILER ON CHAPTER 6:

Chapter 6 is also going to be focused on the MC, yet this time, they'll be joined by ONE RO whose late appearance leaves them in need of a little bit of attention...

It will also hopefully have a deeper dive into the politics of Hero and Vannais, as the concepts of 'hero' and 'villain' will start resurfacing in their importance.

DEMO DESCRIPTION AND USEFUL LINKS:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy game situated in another world, far away from Earth. There are plenty of species living together in harmony, but the human race is currently split in two civilisations: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other and the fight between ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ here is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, on character development and your own perception of the world: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe wants to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

If you want to know a little more about this project and read the first 5 chapters, I will leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> [email protected]

Any mistakes, concerns or questions you have, feel free to contact me through Tumblr! I am very excited to share this story with all of you, and I want to make it as good as possible with your help!

#scales of justice #interactive story #hosted games #choice of games #update #new chapter #thank you for everything

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defiledheartsblog · 2 years

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Hey hey!

Just wanted to update you on my progress. So, the 5th chapter will be finished later this month. At first, it will be available for my patrons and I will announce the public release date later.

In the 5th chapter, you can:

hang out with all the ROs and see what they do in their free time (some of the activities might surprise you...)

bathe (I know I've been saying it a lot but this time you really can!)

do some physical activities and try not to die. That's important.

Also, this month's chosen RO for the minigame tier* in my Patreon is, are, Marcus and Niall. LT shenanigans!

Thank you so much for your constant support. I've been reading your lovely asks and feedback and I will get back to answering them soon enough! Thank you! ❤

*In my Outraged Fox tier, I will send you a simple interactive short story made with Twine via email, and you will also receive access to all of the previous minigames. You'll get to keep the games after the pledge month. All of it has been SFW so far. There's a lot of Marcus, a little Niall, and some Legate. Last month the Legate was being a sugar daddy. It's all good fun, hope to see you there!

Patreon

#patreon #rambling

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komatsuyuko · 11 months

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Happy to announce that my first overseas solo exhibition is coming next week in Seoul🇰🇷 ! This is the most important things for me in this year. Hope I can be as light as a feather and touch everyone's heart gently and heal myself again. During the preparation period of more than half a year, many things happened to me, and it is difficult to explain them one by one, but happy came here with me throughout the journey, and I am still looking for and believing in myself after traveling through mountains and rivers. The name of this exhibition is “essence of happy”. We need to see the real core of things after peeling off the cocoon. This is everything about happy, including the process of growing together with me. Happy need hug sometimes, please share this for happy! ❤️ Essence of happy Date: 2023.6.3-6.25 Opening reception: 6.2 6:00PM Watermark gallery 8, Saechang-ro 14-gil, Yongsan-gu, Seoul,Korea I will be there at the opening, welcome to chat with me, hope to meet some new friends here!👼🏻🤍 雖然尋找的過程有時候或許會跌倒，不過生活就是一個不斷重新建構幸福的過程。

#solo exhibition #peiyuuuue

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damnation-if · 10 months

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Hi! ok so i was thinking about fanart and stuff and it made me think a bunch of thangs: Seeing as this is a game where gender, pronouns, and genitals are chosen separately i wondered on whether any of the ROs, excluding nonbinary options, were trans. I've seen other games make a characetr trans regardless of gender choice (in Moonless, Silas is either a trans man or a trans woman) or have the same sex characteristics regardless of gender (like maybe being cis as a woman but trans as a man). I was curious so i thought i'd ask! Maybe it doesn't really matter much seeing as they're demons and their bits might be just too weird to really mean anything and gender is more for aesthetics? Also, how explicit will the sex scenes be? I have no problem with smut but i guess that just because the story is about sex doesn't necessarily mean that it'll be super explicit. Will the scenes for the nonbinary ro's be written neutrally without mentioning sex characteristics or do they have a set bodytypes? Thank you for your attention!(also i am curious about your angel game idea, would you tell us more about that some time? :0)

hi, thank you for your ask! there's a bunch of good questions in this one, so i'm going to answer them under a cut just because it might get long while i Discuss my answers :)

Seeing as this is a game where gender, pronouns, and genitals are chosen separately i wondered on whether any of the ROs, excluding nonbinary options, were trans.

the answer to this one is Yes And Also Sort Of Yes, albeit with some technicalities tacked on... to start with, Arianis falls into the category of having the same sex characteristics regardless of gender: f!Arianis is a trans woman, though m!Arianis is a cis man. some aspects of f!Arianis's transition have been magical in nature, while others have been more mundane, like taking hormones - this is to clarify that despite this being a setting with transformation magic, she didn't simply magically transform perfectly into her preferred body. some people might prefer that kind of transition, but it wasn't a priority in particular for f!Arianis.

next, you're right of course that though that when it comes to the demons that it does make the concept of cis/transness a bit weird to navigate, particularly for the older ones. Heluur and Twilit were both alive before physical forms were a thing at all, so it's kind of a metaphysical conundrum establishing what kind of agab that gives them lmfao. however, they did both personally have Some level of control over how their physical forms turned out once they were moving into physical space (and then later being forced to stay there), so if you want to consider their agab the ones that they took when they first settled on a physical form, then that's at least a place to start from.

but to be honest, i don't personally think that Twilit in particular would consider that to be their agab, since they still both had concepts of gender and identity back when they were noncorporeal. i guess it's up to you as a reader whether you agree or not and how you'd feel about it if it was your own situation, but i feel it's important to at least explain where each character sits on the spectrum of that decision haha

Heluur would consider himself cis despite the. wibbly-wobblyness of Choosing a physical form, but Twilit, in each of the selectable gender options, would be more inclined to choose trans. not just because as far as they're concerned their agab is "chaos" but also because they regularly change their physical form (including their sex) using magic and reinvent themself when they feel like it. however, i've never quite made a big announcement talking about this mostly because i'm aware that some trans people understandably feel uncomfortable with the casting of characters who are shapeshifters and etc. as good trans representation when it's essentially bypassing a lot of the struggles that real trans people face (though i'm also of course aware that there are other trans people who are fine with it and even like it a lot, as no marginalised group is some kind of monolith lmao).

basically i've been choosing to treat it as a fact about Twilit as a character, without necessarily assigning a label applicable to regular irl humans to them, since the regular irl humans to whom the label applies may have different and conflicting opinions about whether it also applies to Twilit. whether people consider them to be trans or not, the facts about their actions and thoughts aren't going to change. they would personally lean towards calling themself trans whatever gender is selected for them, but more because they absolutely wouldn't consider themself cis than because of personally believing that their experiences with sex and gender are congruent with those of trans humans.

hopefully that's a helpful answer lmfao... sorry it's a bit long but i do feel like it's a topic worth giving the respect of a thorough explanation. the other binary-gendered ROs all consider themselves cis.

Also, how explicit will the sex scenes be? I have no problem with smut but i guess that just because the story is about sex doesn't necessarily mean that it'll be super explicit.

the sex scenes will be explicit lmfao. i understand if some readers are uncomfortable with/don't want that, which is why i've always tried to put "put yourself first! don't play something you're uncomfortable with!!!" all over my posts and so on, but that is how it is. i have no problem with people choosing not to read - in fact i'd rather they do that than force themselves - so i do try to be as upfront as possible with this sort of information.

Will the scenes for the nonbinary ro's be written neutrally without mentioning sex characteristics or do they have a set bodytypes?

this may be somewhat contentious (as again, no marginalised groups are a monolith), but to me personally, as a nonbinary person, i often feel uncomfortable with explicit sex scenes that make a point to gloss over sex characteristics for nonbinary characters... it makes me feel. de-sexed, for lack of a better term. purposefully excluded to a certain extent. like, despite being nonbinary, i do Have genitalia, as do basically all other people, nonbinary or not. however, i do understand the reasons for people feeling the opposite, and i don't think they're invalid or that people Shouldn't feel that way.

again, i understand if people choose not to read the game based on how they feel about this decision, but due to my own personal perspective as a nonbinary person, i will be writing the nonbinary versions of Arianis, Malkorath and Twilit with set sex characteristics... n!Arianis has male sex characteristics (as you can probably guess from the earlier explanation regarding them), and n!Malkorath has female sex characteristics. in Twilit's case, it's going to be decided using a random selection variable lmfao.

i wouldn't ordinarily make such a blatant Announcement of these kinds of facts (in general i'd probably prefer to let it just come up in the game) but due to the nature of this game, it's going to come up sooner rather than later anyway lmao.

also i am curious about your angel game idea, would you tell us more about that some time? :0

i've already talked A Lot in this post, but to give a brief kind of outline, it's a game that is very much about being an older sibling on a number of levels.

a god whose favourite child is humanity and who expects the elder sibling of angels to shoulder a bunch of the responsibility for caring for and protecting humanity essentially casts a bunch of angels out of heaven to come down to earth and kill an evil god who is trying to destroy all humans, and the group of angels that the mc is a part of has to deal with the trauma and travails of trying to get through the horrors of the war on top of dealing with how they're treated by their god. mc also has a younger sibling angel with them that they're trying to protect; i had the idea to use choices to subtly relate the way that the mc feels about humanity and the younger sibling to reflect each other lmao.

it's in a fantasy medieval-adjacent setting where the evil god has brought about eternal winter and roughly half of the ROs are humans that the angels end up having to work with (though the other half are from among the mc's angel comrades). it lives rent free in my head still i'm afraid XD i hope this is okay as a short brief on it!

#what does the chaos mirror see #anon #chaos mirror after dark #RO: arianis #RO: heluur #RO: malkorath #RO: twilit #long post.#i'm trusting you guys to be able to understand that nonbinary people not being sexless ken dolls doesn't make them not nonbinary suddenly #although frankly i'm at the point now with my own nonbinary identity where if you can't handle that as an objective fact #then that's just a You problem lmfao #also trusting you guys not to be weird about trans people but again. if you can't then that's a You problem #i just hope me trying to explain myself made Sense XD #also i wouldn't necessarily ordinarily tag discussions about transition as nsfw. that one is more for the discussion of the sex scenes #just to clarify my thoughts in that regard #sitting at my desk being Haunted by angel game now again of course...

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madelineorionswan · 11 months

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Victory

May's entry for @hp-12monthsofmagic

A/N: This story is my first hphm story after a long while of not writing any of it, and I hope everyone enjoys this. Also, the topic of this story is fascinating to me as I have just gone through this scenario in my life, and I'm sure everyone has had this particular experience. That being said I hope you guys enjoy this story 😊.

Summary: After the OWLs, it is finally result-time for the students of Hogwarts. But before the grande finale, the students go through a series of tension-filled moments.

Warnings: Mentions of exam stress, exams and stress in general.

It was another day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Great Hall was filled with students, busy chatting and having breakfast. Madeline and her friends were among those students. They all were laughing and talking, as usual, occasionally bringing up their ideas about the cursed vaults, as they always did.

Safe to say that the Great Hall quite literally sounded like a busy marketplace.

"Attention students Professor Dumbledore has an important announcement for all of you," The Great Hall was suddenly silenced by Professor Mcgonagal's loud and clear voice. The students faced the Professors expectantly and silently as Professor Dumbledore nodded at Professor McGonagall, who moved aside to let him address the students.

"Allow me to be the first to congratulate you all on a momentous occasion", Professor Dumbledore said with a small smile gracing his face, "all fifth years have survived your OWLs, thereby taking a significant step in your journey of learning here, at Hogwarts. Your results will be out soon, but till then, all classes will be held as usual."

The Hall immediately broke into collective gasps of excitement and nervousness as everyone started to whisper amongst themselves. Professor Dumbledore smiled to himself and stepped back to sit at the teacher's table. He couldn't deny that the circumstances were quite amusing to watch as they had been for the past couple of years. And this year was going to be quite an intriguing experience to see.

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"Can you believe results will be out soon?" Penny gushed as the girls walked out of the great hall after the bombshell had been dropped about the results.

"I know. Well, I just hope I pass," Madeline concluded, not expecting much in the first place. But she hoped that her results were at least decent.

"I'm really hoping to get at least exceeds expectations in all of them," Penny said and Madeline and Rowan nodded in agreement.

"I always said that marks do not matter in life. At the end of the day, these marks are just writing on a piece of paper," Charlie shrugged while the others agreed with him.

"It would've been fine if it was just that, but this "piece of paper" decides our entire futures at our jobs and our life," Talbott pointed out as the others sighed but mentally agreed with his point. Even the most nonchalant person would have to admit that the results would have a significant effect on their careers and lives.

"You've been quiet, Ro. Is everything alright?" Madeline asked her best friend, who had been silent since this morning.

As if she had suddenly been brought out of deep thought, Rowan nodded briskly in reply.

"If you say so," Madeline narrowed her eyes with suspicion, not believing that Rowan was fine. But she knew Rowan wouldn't open up right now so she let it slide.

"Alright then, see you guys at the Three Broomsticks as usual?" Madeline asked her friends, to which they all agreed to meet as usual that evening after classes.

But who knew that the rest of the day would end up being an excruciatingly long one.

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Madeline, Andre and Barnaby were in their charms classes, practising defence spells which Professor Flitwick had demonstrated earlier. After successfully executing the hexes when Professor Flitwick reviewed them (save for Barnaby accidentally almost freezing the professor with Glacius, which he narrowly escaped), they were all allowed to return to their places and unwind.

"Now that everyone has executed the hexes more or less successfully," Professor Flitwick glared at Barnaby from the corner of his eye, making the boy chuckle and scratch the back of his neck nervously. The professor then continued, "Since we have a few minutes at hand, I suggest we all discuss the questions of your OWLs."

Everyone groaned with annoyance, causing Professor Flitwick to tut at them. He used his wand to summon a question paper from one of the many stacks of books in his hand and started to read the questions aloud. The students all took out their books and their scrolls to note down some key points of the answers.

But every question and answer the professor read aloud differed from what most students remembered writing in their answers. Madeline and Andre scrambled to write down the answers on their scrolls while Barnaby looked at them, confused.

"I thought you said, marks didn't matter to you?" he asked, confused.

"I have a reputation to maintain Barnaby. What do you think people will say when they hear that the next biggest fashion sensation got trolls in his OWLs?!" Andre replied pointedly. Both the boys then turned to Madeline who was busy writing down the answers in her scroll.

"What?" Madeline looked at the boys incredulously, when she felt them staring at her, "just because the marks doesn't matter to me doesn't mean that it won't matter to the person who's gonna check my files for when I apply to be an auror."

"It would matter?" Barnaby asked, muddled.

"I think she means that the marks matter when it comes to getting a dream job, Barns," Andre explained to which Barnaby replied with a silent "oh". Soon everyone was starting to feel the pressure of receiving their expected marks. And they all started to think about what would happen if they didn't get what they had expected. They would surely have a lot to think about then and they certainly wouldn't be nice thoughts.

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In care of magical creatures class, the students were going through a similar turmoil, except professor kettleburn wasn't the one adding fuel to the fire. It was the students themselves.

Some students were busy tending to the magical creatures as they had been intsructed by the professor before he whisked off to god knows where. Other's on the other hand were busy talking about how the "OWLs had been so easy even a baby could easily solve without even breaking into sweat". And among those students was namely Merula.

"Oh please! They couldn't set a harder paper? I was expecting some intense questions my way!' Merula scoffed loudly. Ismelda chuckled dryly as some of the other students started conversing about the papers.

Penny had been rather cool minded this morning. But Merula's constant mocking comments wasn't helping her stay calm like before. Charlie on the other hand, well, Penny wasn't even sure he had payed attention to who else was in class.

"Atleast some of us are actually confident in what they wrote in their answers rather than some who pretend to be confident," Merula rolled her eyes, "Isnt that right, Haywood?"

Penny humphed and turned to feed the bowtruckle who had been distracted while playing with her hair. Merula was clearly getting under her skin and she was started to get frazzled.

"How are you dealing with the stress Charlie?" Penny asked, trying to defuse the tension.

"What stress?" Charlie asked, furrowing his brows a little.

"What do you mean? I'm sure you're at least a little nervous about the results," Penny said, chuckling nervously.

"Well, whatever I wrote in the test is what I'm gonna get. I don't really bother much about it," the ginger-haired teen shrugged as he tried to feed the baby Diricawl, who was apparating and disapparating, "besides, these marks won't affect my work skills. The work is what really matters after all."

Penny scoffed and stood up to pick up the animal food bucket, making Charlie chuckle at her antics as she stomped off to return the bucket.

"Look who seems frazzled," Merula smirked and stopped Penny in her path.

"Go away Merula," Penny protested, trying to move aside but Merula just blocked her way again.

"Not so confident about your results, are you, Haywood? Well, at least some people know their true worth, unlike you," Merula mocked

"Maybe some people who know their worth, don't feel like flaunting it," Charlie shouted back, making everyone face him.

"Besides, if you're so confident about knowing all the answers, I'm sure you would be open to discussing it in class, Merula," Charlie challenged Merula, who seemed to have backed off.

Not wanting to ruin her reputation, Merula frowned angrily and let Penny go. Penny smiled proudly at her friend, who smirked confidently. After returning the creature's food, Penny and Charlie left to go to the castle

"You know, What I meant by saying that these marks don't matter, ain't that the work you put in doesn't matter. It's just that, if you did bad on this one, it doesn't mean your world is over," Charlie said.

"Yeah, you're right. It only matters if I let my failures define me. And that is something we do not do," Penny replied, smiling and high-fived Charlie. The two then snuck off to the kitchens to grab a snack before their next classes and a few more hours of terror.

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After climbing a lifetime of stairs, Talbott and Rowan finally reached their astronomy class with Professor Sinistra.

"Take a seat, students. Today, we will learn about different star formations and their relations to the muggle zodiac signs," Professor Sinistra turned to the open night sky and began pointing to different constellations and describing them.

Talbott and Rowan, as usual, answered most of the questions asked by the professor, seeing as they were the only ones who were interested. After a long star-gazing session, she dismissed the class. Rowan and Talbott picked up their books and scrolls and left the towers to go to their common rooms.

"So, how are you feeling about the results Rowan Khanna?" Talbott asked out of the blue.

Rowan stopped for a moment and looked at Talbott. "I guess I feel okay," She replied and started to descend the stairs.

"You don't feel... anything? Like excitement or nervousness?" Talbott asked.

"Are you nervous, Talbott?" Rowan asked back. Talbott was a little taken aback.

"I guess I feel this nervousness, not about what I'm gonna get, but more about what's gonna happen afterwards. It's intimidating but exciting at the same time," Talbott replied with a sigh and shrug.

Rowan nodded in agreement. She too had a similar feeling. She knew that she wouldn't be getting less than exceeds expectation, but there was this odd feeling. Almost like a rock on her chest when she thought about her results. But she couldn't exactly pinpoint what she felt like. Talbott had just put the feeling into words for her.

"The only way to overcome it, I guess, is to experience it. I've read several books that say once you go through an obstacle, you get more used to the emotions associated with it," Rowan concluded, Talbott nodded in agreement but then replied, "I guess I'll just walk it off for now."

He descended the stairs before disappearing near the Ravenclaw Tower's entrance. Rowan turned left for the Gryffindor common room, feeling like she might be coming to terms with her emotions about this experience.

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It was late in the evening when Bill had completed his homework. He looked at the clock in his dorm and, realising how late he was, quickly threw on a shirt and trousers and jogged down the stairs. What he saw when he went down to the common room, amused and confused him.

Madeline was lying on the couch in front of the fireplace with a book on her face while Rowan sat at her feet, meditating, her face scrunched up in concentration. Charlie, on the other hand, was busy studying some old diagrams of dragons with Ben, who was nervously biting his nails.

"Please don't tell me the other like this too", Bill said, shaking his head dismissively.

"Unfortunately, everyone decided to bail out and stay back at their dorms", Rowan replied, not bothering to open her eyes to look.

"And with good reason! You should have seen Professor Flitwick's class today", Madeline groaned with annoyance.

"Madie, you can't change what you did in the test," Rowan tried to console her, but Madeline groaned with defeat.

"Rowan, how can you be so calm when we are about to face one of the biggest changes in your life?!" Ben asked, confused as he started to get even more nervous.

"Ben, buddy, you need to calm down. Getting back your OWL results isn't that big of a thing, y'know," Charlie patted Ben's back to calm him, although it didn't help much.

Bill chuckled amusedly, shaking his head as he sat on a couch beside the bigger one. "You guys are acting just like us back when we were going to get our results," he said, "now do you get what we had to go through," Bill looked at Charlie pointedly. Charlie just rolled his eyes in reply, now regretting the times he had told Bill he was overreacting. He knew his older brother was going to tease him nonstop after this.

"Look, guys, there's no use worrying. You can't change what you did in your test. It's best to just not listen to what anyone else has to say and just go through the thing personally,” Bill advised. But all he got was a nod from Rowan while the rest just groaned.

Bill shook his head. He knew they needed to hear this, whether they liked it or not. But he also knew it would be hard for them to accept it. It had been the same for him. Soon it was time for dinner, and the group headed downstairs with the rest of the students to receive their much-dreaded results.

The Great Hall was silent and oddly so. It was very rarely that everyone remained quiet in there. But the impending news of the results had everyone busy with their thoughts. After a hushed and anxious meal, everyone turned to the teacher's table expectantly. Professor Dumbledore looked at the other teachers with a smile which everyone answered with a nod. Finally, Professor Dumbledore stood up in his place to make the much-awaited announcement.

“To all fifth years, when you step out of the Great Hall, don’t forget to collect your results from the professors. I have been reminded to tell you to be a little less boisterous, but there won’t be any consequences if you are. But I would remind you all that whatever result you receive, I want you all to know that this isn’t the end of the world. These marks are an indication of what you are capable of achieving, but they do not represent who you are and what you can become,” Dumbledore spoke solemnly, but the twinkle in his eye never faded nor did his small smile.

After dinner, everyone was escorted back to the common rooms by their prefects. After completing their duties, Charlie and Madeline went to get their result papers from Professor McGonagall at her office. The professor handed them their results, her expression not showing any of her emotions. They then returned to the common room to find it to be a literal circus. All the Gryffindor fifth years were busy conversing about their results. Some faces were bright with excitement, while others showed disappointment. The pair looked around for a bit and found Ben, Bill and Rowan waiting for them at a corner.

“It’s now or never, I suppose,” Madeline sighed once she and Charlie approached the group. They all shared a look between themselves before nervously ripping open their envelopes.

When Madeline looked at her results, she couldn’t believe what she saw. She had gotten “Exceeds Expectations” in all of her subjects! Even in potions! She let out a relieved breath that she had unconsciously held onto, her eyes lighting up. She looked to see the same happiness on Ben and Charlie’s face. Charlie smiled brightly as he showed Bill his result card. Bill smiled proudly and hugged his brother tightly. Ben too looked happy although mostly relieved.

But Rowan’s face showed disappointment and shock. Madeline quickly moved to sit beside her and looked at her results. As expected, all of them were brilliant as usual, except one. In Transfiguration, one of Rowan’s favourite classes, she had gotten an “Acceptable”.

“I-I don’t know what went wrong. I was so confident about this," Rowan couldn't complete her words because of Madeline’s tight hug.

“It’s okay, you did your best,” Madeline said hugging her best friend, “Besides, this test can never justify how brilliant you are as a friend and as a student. Let bygones be bygones, Ro.”

Rowan nodded as a small smile crept upon her face. Although she wasn't fully convinced, Madeline's words provided her with some comfort. Madeline knew she would get over this. It would take some time but eventually, she would get better.

“This victory calls for a celebration,” Madeline declared, “Butterbeers on Bill, no questions asked,” she pointed at Bill, who laughed but agreed to the terms.

It indeed was the greatest victory of the month.

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nextinline-if · 2 years

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Hello!

So I was wondering what was the reaction of the Ro when they learned that James abdicte and Mc will become the Harbinger? Maybe also the reaction of Anna and th queen?? Although Ithnk that the reaction of Castillon and the Queen maybe spoilerd so feel free to ignore.

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Hi there :) Here are the reactions:

Vivian: She was confused and annoyed by this news. It was not like James to be unpredictable. And it was even less like him to make such an important decision without counsel. She wondered if this was a response to fear. Does he fear assassination after what happened to Percival? And what of MC? They are not prepared for this.

Anna: Anna was concerned for both James and MC when she found out that he had abdicated. Will he be okay? Will MC? She also felt helpless. She knew MC needed support now more than ever. But she also knew James would need support because he'd made a decision that would change the course of Castelon.

Margaret: Margaret wasn't sure what to make of the announcement. She'd met the prince a couple of times when she was doing things for the Queen. But she didn't know MC. And that scared her because she doesn't like instability. The game has begun.

Constantine: Constantine was the first person to learn of James' plans. He was caught off guard when James told him his plans - but he was not surprised. He never wanted this. I've known that since the day I met him.

Felix: Felix wasn't sure what to make of it. Although he knew MC, but he's never been too close to James. But he was sure of one thing. Whatever comes will surely be interesting to watch.

F: F was already worried about MC because of the King's assassination. Now, they were worried about whether MC would be okay. Do they want this? And what if they don't? F wasn't sure what the future held but they knew they wanted to be someone MC could count on.

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aces-and-angels · 1 year

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Congrats on 100 followers! Could you please do #21 from the prompts list for Lincoln and f!Rowan? If it's relevant, mine has the long white hair.

Thank you, anon! Hope you enjoy your blurb 🖤

21. Doing each other's hair; Lincoln x F!Rowan

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Rowan does Lincoln's hair:

A cloud of steam escaped as Lincoln pulled open the shower curtain. He quickly dried off his body before loosely wrapping the towel around his waist. Moving to the counter, he went to grab his blow dryer from the drawer only to find that it was gone.

Confused, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving a wet trail of footprints behind him. "Love, have you seen my..." his question dies off as he takes in the state of the living room. Neatly displayed on the coffee table was his missing blow dryer along with several hair products. And next to all of that was Rowan. "Well, I guess you have seen it."

"Welcome to Ro's Salon," she announced, gesturing proudly at her set up.

Crossing his arms, he quirks an eyebrow, amused. "Ro's Salon, huh? Must've missed the sign."

"Don't know how you did- I paid good money for it. Now sit." She grabs his wrist and starts to pull him towards the couch.

"Woah- can I at least put on some pants first?"

"Hm, I suppose I can wait a few more minutes. Though, I can't say I wouldn't admire the view if you didn't." Her eyes shamelessly wander over his bare frame, lingering on his abs.

Snorting, he leans down to peck her cheek. "I'll be right back."

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After changing, Lincoln takes a seat at the foot of the couch between Rowan's legs, his hair still damp. "Ready?"

"As long as I don't end up bald, sure," he jokes, pressing a kiss to her hand.

"Oh, hush. You're going to look fabulous by the time I'm done with you." Rowan grabs the tub of leave-in conditioner from the table, scooping a quarter-sized amount out. She rubs the product in her hands, then begins to gently scrunch his hair from the ends to the roots. Lincoln tilts his head as needed to give her more access.

"So, why the sudden urge to become a stylist?"

"No reason. I just wanted to," she answers simply, continuing to add product to his hair.

"Mm, well this is nice," he sighs happily. Closing his eyes, Lincoln relaxes as her fingers massage his scalp. A comfortable silence fell between them. Then, he remembers something important. "Hey, love?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget the hair oil."

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe."

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Lincoln does Rowan's hair:

A nasty fall on some black ice left Rowan's arm in a sling for the next couple of weeks. She was still able to do most tasks by herself, except for one.

"Ow-" she yelps as Lincoln combs through one of her tangles.

"Sorry," he grimaces, easing the comb out of her hair. "This is the last knot, I swear."

"Do I fight in my sleep or something? How can my hair be this tangled?"

"I can confirm you don't do anything like that. You just snore," he snickers, his eyes full of mischief.

"I do not!"

"I have the video to prove it," he laughs even harder at her half-hearted glare.

"I still have one working arm to hit you with, y'know."

"Don't worry, I think your snores are cute," he soothes, kissing the frown off her lips. It takes a couple of kisses before she's ready to let go of her grudge. Then a couple more just because. "Better?"

"Mhm," she hums.

"Good. Now brace yourself. This last one looks gnarly." Lincoln sprays her hair with more water, then starts to comb at the ends. With some careful maneuvering, he's able to work out the last of her knots. His fingers expertly braid her hair just the way she likes, then pins it to the side. "And done! What do you think?" he asks, holding a mirror up to her face.

Rowan tilts her head from side to side, inspecting his work. "This looks great," she praises.

"The braid's not too tight?"

She lowers the mirror to look at him. "No, it's perfect. Thank you, baby."

"Anytime, love."

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exilethegame · 2 years

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is vethna and sabir poly in the game, im wondering bc there's a scene where they botj yell the commander's name and then glare at ec lmao

I'm writing everything with the intention for the poly routes to be implemented, yes. But just b/c people are polyamorous doesn't mean they're automatically going to be chill when the person they met a week ago, who they also happen to despise, has a past/blossoming relationship with The Commander... especially not when those people turn out to be the high-need, likes-to-complain duo that is Vethna and Sabir.

Right now, they do not like each other-- and that's something they'll have to work out (along with MC) before the possibility of their relationship opens up. It's also important to keep in mind that not all of the ROs share similar cultural or personal backgrounds regarding poly relationships.

Plaithus, for example, is built and structured largely (if not entirely) around monogamous relationships. Meanwhile, in Vygrand, polyamory is quite common... but laced with (often times problematic) political implications. Take a hop and skip to the south where Vrithka is, and you'll find no one gives a flying hoot what you do in your personal relationships so long as you help take care of your clan. Those backgrounds are going to influence how the routes play out and what discussions need to be had in order for everyone to feel comfortable and for the romance to well and truly start.

Part of the reason I'm being so hesitant about announcing any one poly route is b/c I'm essentially writing seven individual romances, and possibly 4 poly routes that develop completely separate to anything that's already been written, and hold completely different content regarding important story moments. I don't want to commit to that until A.) I know I can manage it, and B.) I know the pairings work!

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edupunkn00b · 2 years

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French Kiss: Tale of the Revolution, Ch. 2: Sir Henri Juriste

Prev - Sir Henri Juriste - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ] Rated: T - WC: 2071 - CW: mild swearing

4 June 1789

Prince Roman slapped away the hand of the fourth courtier who attempted to straighten his brilliant red sash. "It's fine , leave it!" he snapped. Immediately, he lowered his head, eyes closed. "I apologize," his voice had softened with a resigned sigh. "I did not intend to lose my temper. I… I wish to be left to my own preparations, please."

The courtier’s eyes darted toward Remus and he nodded then waved gently to dismiss them all. The younger prince’s behavior was unusual, the shock painted on the dresser’s face said he'd clearly expected more trouble from Remus than from the younger—and more proper—brother.

Seemingly mindless of his silk and velvet overcoat, Remus draped himself over Roman's dressing table. "Something troubling you, little brother?"

Scowling, Roman crossed his arms and glared at him as he delicately perched on a stool. "We are in our majority. They needn't continue to treat us like children who cannot even dress themselves."

Remus blinked placidly at his brother, then looked down to fiddle with the dozens of tiny buttons that lined his fitted waistcoat. "I'm surprised, Ro… Aren't you the one always impressing upon me the importance of appearances when presenting at court?" He smirked, re-buttoning the top three buttons of his waistcoat and intentionally skipping one, leaving the top askew and a small but glaring ripple at his sternum.

Almost automatically, Roman reached to correct the error and Remus laughed. Roman's scowl deepened. "Fine, you've made your point."

After allowing his brother to fix his buttons, he sat up straight and clapped his shoulder. "But that's not it, brother dear, is it?" They each chuckled at the old false term of endearment they would use when pretending not to fight in front of their father or the rest of the court. "Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?"

Roman stood facing the large, four paneled mirror next to his table. An extravagance like this was traditionally reserved for the first born, but Remus would barely look at the thing and instead would permit the dressers to ensure he was properly attired and then never gave his appearance another thought. Roman, however, would check and recheck his clothing, his wig, his face, always seeking to maintain perfection.

He frowned at his reflection. "Everything's about to change," he finally whispered, pressing his bright gold and red sash flat against his chest. Scoffing, he turned to face his brother. "Once we step through those doors, it will be official. You are the crown prince and I'm… I'm the next king's younger brother. Father used to tell me it didn't matter who was eldest by minutes. He never made me feel inferior to you in any way.” He smiled at Remus' frown. "And neither have you."

Roman let out a low sigh. "But out there… Now… now it's going to matter." He looked toward the hall and the gilded double doors that would ultimately lead them to their new ballroom. "Everyone I used to consider a friend is now…" He peered up at his brother. "Now all they'll want is to curry favor with the next King."

"Ro, if they're like that, then to hell with them." Roman's eyes widened at his brother's language and he blushed under his face powder. “Besides, Father’s not dead yet,” he smirked at Roman’s sharp glare. “We’re all thinking it.”

“I know… and I feel loathsome even thinking this way, but… You know it’s true.”

Remus frowned, tilting his head back against the mirror in such a way he'd make the wigmaker cry if she saw him. He straightened and met his brother's eyes. "Let's show them, then." He grinned wickedly and pulled off his green sash. Then he took off his heavy signet ring and handed both to Roman. "I have an idea."

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As the brothers waited for the court trumpets and the opening of the doors to announce their arrival, Remus assured Roman that his clothes draped perfectly over his body, triple checking his seams were straight, his wig perfectly balanced. With more patience than the rest of the court had come to expect from the typically more volatile brother, Remus permitted Roman to do the same, smoothing down his sash and even darkening the stain on his lips and cheeks. “You never put on enough rouge,” he admonished under his breath as Remus laughed.

In honor of the occasion, they’d added extra green and red accents to each of their ordinary court ball attire, matching the tiles and bunting in the ballroom. “Good luck, Dauphin,” Remus murmured near Roman’s ear as the fanfare began and the guards moved to the doors.

“Likewise, your Royal Highness,” Roman replied with an indulgent tilt of his head. “Just don’t fidget.” Remus laughed just as the doors opened, then quickly stifled his outburst and shook himself with a little twitch. He looked out at the guests as they stood squinting at him and his brother, the lights behind them making it impossible for the gathered throng to see their features, while they could see everyone clearly. Madam Ivre had already drunk too much and was swaying slightly, completely out of rhythm with the music. Vicomte Lannes had apparently been mid-rant, one hand raised in the air, face fully flushed beneath his powder and rouge.

Near the staircase was the usual collection of courtesans and palace scandalmongers and Remus’ eyes nearly darted away. Until he saw him.

He stood in the center of the staircase, one foot still on the final step. Unlike most guests, he appeared unfazed by their steepness or the shorter height of each step. Remus smirked. That had been his idea for preventing their guests from becoming overly comfortable in the princes’ space. Instead, the man stood with shoulders back, chin up, and an expression on his face that suggested the princes were lucky he had deigned to attend.

The man wore gold-threaded black breeches and a matching cloak over creamy, butter yellow tights. The silk shoes were last year’s style but the smooth material glimmered from across the dance floor. Scandalously, he even sported a bit of skin peeking out from the ruffles in his shirt, a subversion of the more constrained style usually favored at court.

His face was done up perfectly, with none of the cakiness so often seen in guests looking to impress and his eyebrows were left a rich, warm brown. Remus’ hands jerked with the sudden impulse to rush over and rip off his wig just to see and feel the locks hidden underneath. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the man’s eyes were trained in his direction, only relaxing when he reminded himself that everyone was looking in their direction.

Roman shifted slightly next to him and they called out together, “Isn’t this meant to be a celebration?” The court musicians began the twins' latest composition and Remus smiled. With a gentleman such as that at court, it was indeed a celebration. He had to meet him. Remus glanced at his brother, whose attention had already been stolen by the Vicomte du some shit, so Remus slipped through the crowd, smiling politely at the various guests’ greetings and, more than once, gently pairing more exuberant attendees together with a grin and a wink.

As he approached the mysterious guest—how did he not know who this was?—uncommon nerves twisted his gut. Of course Roman was the more sociable of the two at these sorts of events, managing to greet everyone and to come away with most of their names, connections that he added to the little red book he wore on a chain under his blouse. But Remus wasn’t completely useless at parties, and usually managed to meet and, again, more than once, enjoy the company of a few of the least sycophantic guests.

This man, though. No, Remus was certain he would have remembered seeing this man before. He approached and stood next to him, silently surveying the rest of the guests with him for a moment. Remus watched him out of the corner of his eye, his smile growing when the only outward sign of nerves he could spot was a tiny flush near the edge of his collar before his makeup began, and one short tug at each glove.

“Your Royal Highness,” he murmured, bowing slowly at the waist. Remus tilted his head in acknowledgement and pretended to return his attention to the rest of the dance floor. He couldn’t resist leaving the man to stew a bit before he asked him a question, implicitly granting him permission to speak further. Standing so close, Remus spotted his jaw tighten in irritation for a microsecond. He’s got a fire in him. I like it. There would be little bowing and scraping from this one.

Remus waited long enough that his own hands started to sweat. “I don’t recall ever seeing you at court before.”

The man raised an eyebrow—one lovely, perfectly curved eyebrow—and smiled. “No, Your Royal Highness, you wouldn’t’ve. I’ve been away in the colonies. I returned last month.”

Accepting a drink from one of the server’s trays—a cute little thing with baby blue eyes and an awestruck face—Remus frowned. “Dreadful business in Pondichérry.”

The man wasn’t quite able to keep the surprise from his voice. “You are aware of the latest uprising?” He nodded to the server as he took a glass. “I would imagine affairs of state at that level were beneath the prince.”

Remus chuckled low in his throat, a sound of genuine pleasure. “Was that sarcasm?” He stepped closer, unwilling to hide his smile. “I could have your head for that.”

The man took a slow sip of his drink and Remus caught a small tremor in the man’s hand. “Yes, you could.” When he finally spoke again, his voice was steady. “But you won't.”

Head thrown back in laughter, Remus nodded. “You’re quite right about that.” He eyed the man, then finished his drink. Another server was by his side with a tray to take his empty glass before he'd swallowed. “You were there, saw it all with your own eyes,” Remus lowered his voice and spoke close to the man’s ear. “Do you think it hypocritical of the King to so ruthlessly crush a revolution clearly inspired by the American revolt he famously supported?” He enjoyed the momentary tremor in the man’s lips, their perfect rouge only accentuated by the little twitch that soon curled into a small smile.

“That's hardly court orthodoxy, I’m sure,” he replied, eyes wide beneath raised eyebrows. But he wasn't looking around them as though watchful for eavesdroppers. Instead, he openly appraised Remus’ face and the prince felt his own cheeks warm under the attention.

Minister Breteuil would certainly lecture him for hours if he’d heard what he'd said. It was hardly the court orthodoxy, and for anyone other than the Dauphin, the Crown Prince, it flirted with treason, and he could imagine the displeased scowls of the King's advisors—and half the court. But this fine gentleman… Remus’s mouth slowly stretched into a smile. This gentleman seemed almost pleased by the controversy.

“I do not believe you’ve introduced yourself yet,” Remus prompted, silently laughing at the aggrieved expression his lack of manners would have elicited from his brother had he heard.

To his credit, the man didn’t actually choke on his drink, but the tiny line of natural skin near his collar turned bright pink. None of it showed on the rest of his face, though. His makeup was heavier than it looked from a distance, and had been skillfully applied. Remus ran a hand over the red silk of his borrowed sash and suddenly worried whether his own makeup was still even.

“Of course, Your Royal Highness," the man spoke, his voice deep and smooth and showing no sign of the fading blush at the edge of his collar. "I am Sir Henri Juriste. He suddenly bowed deeply, as though remembering something. “It is an honor to meet you, Prince Roman.” His eyes lingered on Remus’ for a breath longer than court etiquette would deem proper.

Remus inclined his head with a smile as a new piece began. “It is a prince’s prerogative to dance with whomever he pleases.” He offered his hand, eyebrow raised. “And it would please me to dance with you, Sir Henri.”

Colorized versions of a public domain painting, Louis, Dauphin of France by Maurice Quentin de La Tour, 1745, depicting the Crown Prince Remus Capetian (in green) and his younger twin brother, Prince Roman Capetian (in red).

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OC: Asteria Violette Gaudare

For IF: @spider-lilies-if

“Announcing Her Royal Highness, Crown Princess Asteria Violette Gaudare, Daughter of King Aris Vermillion Gaudare; Heir Apparent to the Kingdom of Vanthelia; and Débutante into Society. Now, please bring your hands together as the Princess shares a dance with her father the King, to open the beginning of the Social Season.” - Master of Ceremonies for Asteria’s Debut Into Society

Name: Asteria Violette Gaudare

Gender and Pronouns: Female (She/Her)

Appearance: Asteria has pale skin and waist length pale white hair that has been described as being like starlight or moonbeams. She also has heterochromia with a gold/yellow left eye and a purple right eye. Standing at 5′7″ fully grown, she has delicate features with a slim build and soft curves. She often wears soft or pastel colours in her day-to-day wardrobe, but has dresses with richer hues for court functions too. (Very similar but not completely the same as this dollmaker, for example the hairstyles are extremely limited but I WAS pleasantly surprised at the fact that it lets you pick eye colour individually, and that it has yellow and purple options.)

Personality: Asteria is a kind and gentle person, patient and sweet to the point it’s very often remarked on ‘how is it possible that that man has raised such a pure and innocent soul’ and honestly Aris agrees with them. He wonders every day on how it’s possible that he of all people was blessed with such a child, who is surely the best in the whole world. But of course he worries about her too. Not only about how many people would want to steal her away to bask in her presence, but how many people just in his own court would want to take advantage of her good nature. Of course he will protect her in every way possible so she can stay as she is...but that’s only as long as he is alive, and he knows he has even less time with her than most fathers have with their children. So while he encourages her kind disposition and sends many many bodyguards with her when she ventures into town to visit the townspeople/play with the children/do charity work etc. (most of them are stealth though and not easily visible) because he wants the people to love her (to prevent a coup once he’s gone) he also prepares her to outmaneuver the snakes in mental warfare and diplomacy, the latter which she is much more gifted than him at.

Orientation: Panromantic Asexual

LI(s): Valar Oryvale Fleuret (Main, Engaged-from-Childhood path), NB!Kamil Zahir, M!L / The Angel

Pet(s): Peryton (Valar’s route), Jackalope (Kamil’s route), Griffin (L’s route) but in my personal headcanon, in my heart, Asteria has all three at the same time.

Skills: With the limited information I have, for now I’m thinking of having her strongest skills be Tinkerer (but in upgrading things rather than making from scratch), and her Bloodline powers but with Sharpshooter close behind (skill with guns rather than a crossbow.)

Relationships: I’ll get more in depth once we have a demo, but for the RO characters, Asteria’s relationships with each of them can easily be summed up as if she’s not romancing a certain character, she’s friends with them instead. With the exception of L who’s a secret romance who I’m guessing you can only unlock them under certain circumstances and can only interact with them with the intention to romance??? And also S because again, they are a secret who can only be unlocked a certain way and since Asteria is good and noble, S won’t be interested in her at all and because of that they may never even meet. And if they will, it’s as enemies.

And of course besides her chosen RO, her Papa is the most important person to her in the world and she loves him so much! And of course she loves the rest of her family too which includes Ren, Canna and Intira.

Trivia:

- Of course, Aris teaches Asteria how to garden once she expresses proper interest in it and time spent in his greenhouse is definitely parent/child bonding time. But when she’s a toddler she is also there “helping” him garden by digging in the dirt. But this is definitely something they both enjoy.

- No matter what, Asteria would name her first child after Aris with a boy being named Aris and a girl named Aristia (but if that child was NB I feel like Aris is a pretty gender neutral name anyway so that would be a good name for an NB child of MC’s too.)

- Having Aris’s and Asteria’s initials be the exact same was actually an accident on my part, but it’s actually nice since Asteria could use any of Aris’s monogrammed things without changing anything and vice versa.

- I MAY BE WRONG but I feel like Aris secretly has a lovely singing voice/storytelling voice. So even in to adulthood he would read Asteria a bedtime story or sing her to sleep if she asked, but she only requests it when she’s sick. When she was a child he also sang her to sleep if she had a nightmare but she also asked to be hugged while he did so, so she could feel the vibrations of his singing in his chest because she found that comforting as well. And then he’d just end up staying the night since she wouldn’t let go of his shirt even while asleep, and let’s be honest, why WOULDN’T he want to cuddle his child the entire night? That’s right, this is one situation that he would not fight to get away from lol. I also imagine her singing him to sleep when she can see he’s exhausted, and making him go lay down at the very least, and her tucking him in for a change.

- The way I’m imagining her from having to stop him from threatening (and going through with) poking people’s eyes out because they look at her wrong or for too long at her debut when she’s 16. WHAT IF HE MADE THE GUESTS WEAR BLINDFOLDS THE ENTIRE TIME LMAOOOO it wouldn’t actually happen in canon, but just imagine. But I think the suggestion would definitely be raised by him though, before some brave soul being like ‘your majesty this is impractical’.

- I’ll put more parent/child headcanons and romance/friendship headcanons here when I think of them.

#Asteria Violette Gaudare #Asteria Violette #My OC #My OCs

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