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stillness138 · 2 months

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for the character ask game: Vernon Roche

i gotta think about this! thank you

first impression: i actually remember this pretty well because witcher 2 was my first exposure to the franchise. i think i felt pretty much what i was supposed to feel though; "this guy imprisoned me but seems more sensible than the goons he employs". i liked his matter-of-fact but clearly proud and protective attitude towards Ves and his putting the key on the table and walking away like 'surely Geralt will manage'.

impression now: i still like him! surprisingly, cdpr writes original characters with really commendable nuance. of course, if Iorveth is to be believed word for word, Roche is responsible for carrying out hate crimes (he doesn't deny the accusations Iorveth makes, so i think that's just fact), and yet he shows time and time again that he really is more sensible than most. compare him to Rayla - also a special forces leader - and see the difference. Roche lacks the outright bloodthirst or really even the prejudice; it seems to me that he does his job and obeys Foltest without objection because he sees it as doing something worthwhile with his life, considering how he grew up. he and Iorveth contrast and parallel each other in fascinating ways.

favorite thing about him: his relationship towards Ves, because he clearly values her as an employee and as a person. his relative level-headedness. and the unpacked daddy issues that are most definitely there even if he won't talk about it. that part of him is sadly the most relatable to me. i also enjoy his humor, whether intentional or not. "emhyr var emreis, spice merchant" bursting into the elven baths while Triss is trying her hardest to seduce Geralt, fucking comedy gold.

least favorite thing about him: apart from the hate crimes? i think most of my issues that relate to him are metatextual - because the entire political landscape and plotline of witcher 3 sucks ass. maybe he could've held back the cops that beat Geralt though ngl.

favorite line/scene: "And we did. For three days. Then they smashed us into splinters." again, as much as i dislike the politics in witcher 3, this bit stands out to me. maybe also because it's punctuated by a reprise of the second game's main theme, in 3's instrumentation and a much more somber mood. good scene. that and the funny bits. "Some professional you are..."

favorite interaction he has with another character: it should be mainly credited to Letho's absolutely hilarious one-liner, but their little reunion at Kaer Morhen always gets a chuckle out of me. the entire interrogation at the beginning of witcher 2 is up there too.

a character that i wish he would interact with more: in the second game, elves in general. he mostly proves he's not completely shit-headed in context, but it would've been interesting to see him have a conversation with someone like Cedric. third game should've had Iorveth, we all know that.

another character from another fandom that reminds me of him: i know 5 things, but if i had to make a comparison... general Tullius from Skyrim? both are very capable and dedicated servants of a government despite its obvious failures and both show a noticeable sensibility or even calm you perhaps wouldn't expect. both have a badass lady as their right-hand person, too.

a headcanon about him: he hates the smell of cheap alcohol. childhood reminder. i also think he has a notable appreciation for architecture. can't remember if he actually comments on Loc Muinne in any way but somehow it feels like a thing he'd do. and i think it's pretty much canon that his hair color is towards light brown? or have i been living with fanon for far too long. either way, yeah, dirty blonde or warm light brown, super short on the sides.

a song that reminds of him: Shadowplay by Joy Division, in a way. first verse about beginning to serve Foltest, second verse about Foltest's and Temeria's fall. "but i could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left" versus "and we did, for three days, then they smashed us into splinters".

an unpopular opinion about him: i famously dislike shipping him with Iorveth and i'm actually yet to see a good Roche ship. but the real hot take is that he doesn't need one. did i just say aroace Vernon Roche? maybe.

favorite picture: i'm sorry, but it's gotta be this one. on a more serious note, i always liked this piece of fanart a lot too. he gets to be cool.

#thanks again!#ask game #shut up elis #the witcher

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sebdoeswords · 7 months

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All of His Colours - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic violence

Content:

Spoilers for The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Plot retelling, Established feelings, Supposed character death, Missing and extended scenes, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Angst (temporarily), Trauma, Grief/Mourning, Political intrigue, Hugs and cuddling, Bathing, Smut, Happy Ending, Not beta read, Do not repost

Summary:

Much has happened since Geralt and Roche parted from one another at an inn outside Loc Muinne. Nilfgaard has invaded the North a third time, and much like the second, Geralt finds himself searching for Ciri once again. While she occupies his thoughts greatly, there is another who haunts his mind – a man he remembers with a sense of longing and uncertainty. As he struggles with his mission, Geralt clings desperately to the hope that one day – be it in a year, five years, even ten – he and Vernon Roche will get the chance to tie up the loose ends surrounding them.

[This fic was originally posted on ao3, but will now be finished on my ko-fi. Access is completely free and possible even without a ko-fi account. Tips are neither required nor expected, but comments on the actual post or tumblr updates are welcome.]

***Proshippers do not read or interact***

#proshippers dni #all of his colours #geralt of rivia #vernon roche #geroche #geralt/roche #geralt x roche #roche/geralt #roche x geralt #the witcher #witcher #the witcher 3 #witcher 3 #the witcher 3 wild hunt #the witcher games #witcher fanfic

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windflowerofskellige · 1 year

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Philippa straight up lying to Dijkstra about all of her motives vrs Dijkstra slowly figuring out "hey! Wait! She's using me and everyone else around me and killed our King!" vrs the irreparable damage done to Radovid.

Like i joke that Phil and Sigi are Radovid's divorced parents a lot but like... The events and everything around Dijkstra's leaving Redania and such is a very similar situation to a divorce where one parent gets full custody and the other isn't allowed to see them again. Except Phil was the one who got custody and the objectively worse parent.

Radovid absolutely 100% felt abandoned by Dijkstra. He was absolutely one of the few stabilising forces in his life and Philippa, controlling as she is, got rid of as much of that support system as she could. He doesn't know why Dijkstra left, realistically speaking Philippa played into the "he abandoned you" narrative.

I've said it before I'll say it again and I'll keep saying it til I'm dead. Reason of State would not happen like that! He would not fucking say that! Dude why the fuck do you think Dijkstra came back from Zerrikania? He didn't NEED to be in Novigrad to be a criminal boss and shit. He could've done that in Zerrikania. And Dandelion and Dijkstra's Gwent journey implies he gets back around 1270 which! Hm! When does Radovid become King? Oh right! 1270! You're going to tell me he came back and waited two years to kill a kid who he mentored and cared about? I'm going to have to press X to doubt on that buddy.

The only person in Reason of State acting in character is Philippa who's lost use of Radovid and after Loc Muinne has an even more personal vendetta against him and 100% would not feel any remorse killing a teenager.

Dijkstra would sooner kill Philippa than let her kill Radovid. I DON'T KNOW WHY VERNON IS THERE??? LIKE??? ANAÏS IS YOUR BEST HOPE FOR TEMERIA AND UR OUT HERE LIKE "nope gotta kill Radovid the only stabilising force for the Northern Realms because the well known traitorous bastard Emhyr says we could be the next toussaint" HE'S NOT THAT STUPID. LIKE DID VERNON GET A TASTE FOR ROYAL BLOOD AND JUST GO OFF THE RAILS DUDE WHAT THE HELL IT REALLY DOESN'T ALIGN WITH HIS GOALS FOR TEMERIA. Geralt would not get involved. Especially not with Ciri and the Wild Hunt and everything. But like just generally Would Not get involved. But Reason of State is literally there because Emhyr does Not win the war if Radovid lives which is like objectively hilarious in such a pathetic way. I am a supporter of Emhyr being ides of march-ed by Nilfgaardians you can fucking quote me on that. They don't even want to fight this fucking war!!! But if Emhyr doesn't win the war no empress ciri which is like such a stupid ending to begin with I will not get started on it because this post is already so long.

I think honestly it'd make more sense if Reason of State's questline was Dijkstra and Roche double crossing Philippa (or Philippa and Iorveth who should've been there I'm so mad about that and he has ample reason to want to kill more dh'oine kings) and the moral choice still falling on Do You Kill Radovid? Because it fits with the themes of The Witcher 3 better. And it makes more sense. And they can still have their stupid empress ciri ending.

I'm literally just rambling but I'm thinking about this again and SO mad about reason of state

#meda rambles #witcher 3 #radovid #sigismund dijkstra #philippa eilhart #this is an anti-reason of state post actually #i hate that quest #objectively one of the worst quests in the game

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painterxuhao · 3 years

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‧₊˚⇉ vernon lockscreens ⤸

- like or reblog if you use/save.

- don't repost.

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inosukew · 3 years

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vernon (svt) users pls🥺

these were one if my favorite users, ty 4 the req my love! i hope u like them <3 <3

ibuyVernon

vrnonweb

VERN0NTEEN (zero)

vernonarctic

ieatHansol

elfhansol

catboyhansol

let me know if you use one!

me avise se pegar algum!

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haoclouds · 3 years

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SCOUPS & VERNON LONG LOCS

𝕾𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖑 ！seungcheol is the only one i think 24/7, my reason for being happy, 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 !!! forever vernon and me ♥︎

彼ら？彼らは私のソウルメイトです、私がたわごとのようであるとき、私は彼らに寄りかかります<3 ℂ𝐡𝕖𝕠𝕝, 𝘃𝖾𝗿𝗇𝗼𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝗋.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐍&𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗢𝗟: 업계 최고의 래퍼! 그들은 내 삶이고 나는 그들을 매우 사랑합니다

like or reblog if use or save!🔪

#kpop bios #kpop locs #kpop long bios #kpop long locs #long bios #seventeen #long locs #seventeen long bios #vernon #seungcheol #scoups #scoups bios #scoups locs #scoups long bios #scoups long locs #vernon bios #vernon locs #vernon long bios #vernon long locs

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pinecitos · 3 years

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Left or Right ?? (´-﹏-`；)

#jun #vernon #hoshi #wonwoo #scoups #woozi #jeonghan #joshua #DK #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #dino #layouts #icons #users #long locs #svt #moodboard #kpop #bg #messy #lq

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mingguhae · 3 years

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# ♥︎ . . dino bios!

me + chan = best couple.

all for lee chan, 디노.

the most talented dancer in the world or just dino from seventeen.

99% of the most beautiful things in the world are proven to be lee chan.

디노 is always on my mind.

being dinonara in free and non-free hours.

are you [@user]? why are you talking about lee chan if he's mine?

# ♥︎ . . vernon bios! request.

vernon lgbt protector.

me&vernon wearing tie dye clothes.

me: 90% vernon singing chilli 10% vernon.

100% not dependent on men until vernon starts talking.

breathing because of vernon.

i'm sorry i can't understand you, i only speak vernon chwe language.

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ♡ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

to remove the "translate bio" ( ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏)͏

if your cell phone is not in the english language!

to make it centralized: (⠀⠀)

to make the name invisible: ( ؘ ) ( ִֶָ ) ( ً )

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ♡ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

♡ or ⇄

feel free to change but don't repost.

#seventeen #seventeen messy layouts #seventeen bios #kpop long locs #kpop locs #kpop bios #vernon bios #lee chan bios #dino bios #vernon #chan #chan bios #seventeen icons #seventeen packs

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bard-llama · 3 years

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Iorveth’s Backstory

I was typing up/compiling my notes on Iorveth’s general backstory in all of my fics, so I figured I’d share. Warning for spoilers, I guess? These things will all definitely appear in fics at some point in a variety of ways

Childhood

Born 100 years before the Conjunction

He spent the first part of his life the baby of a family where everyone was busily involved and invested in their science specialty. Thus, no one particularly had any time for him and he grew up very lonely

Discovered music when he was around 15 (human equivalent: 8-9) and he wasn’t great at it, but he practiced and practiced and practiced, SUPER hyperfixated on it. And his skill grew a lot faster than his companions in music classes and eventually he was launched into a bit of a “prodigy” career.

Adult Life (Pre-Conjunction of the Spheres)

Probably around the 16-21 range, Iorveth started to gain a following as an up and coming talented musician. Then he met Chandel.

Chandel is kind of a has-been musician clinging to Iorveth’s coattails. He is loud and flamboyant and outrageous and loves to cause a scandal. He’s also the one who taught Iorveth to embrace his inner drama queen an go all in on the costuming.

One thing Chandel pressured him to get was piercings. Specifically belly button (acceptable) and nipple (unacceptable) piercings.

i do think he's come to like them and when he was still famous but broken up with the asshole, he liked to just barely expose them 'cause it made him unique and scandalous

Laurel leaves – one of his first pieces of jewelry. The leaves are decorated with tiny little emerald and citrine chips making the leaves yellow and green. He takes meticulous care of it as it’s the only real reminder he has that his family wasn’t all awful. After all, it had been their money that bought his fancy jewelry.

He understands how Roche has fallen prey to Foltest. Also understands what it’s like for their abuser to die before they really reconciled their feelings about it

Conjunction of the Spheres

When the Conjunction of the Spheres happens, he’s 100 years old and has been with Chandel for most of that time. The situation is extremely hectic with portals opening and closing everywhere and Iorveth is running, towing Chandel along – and then a portal opens halfway up Chandel’s arm and suddenly Iorveth is left holding a hand and forearm with no body attached.

Obviously this is severely traumatizing, but it also means he never gets resolution as he starts to realize that some of the ways he’d been treated were not okay.

Life as a Musician Post-Humanity

From about age 40 or so to 1100, he spent his life as a traveling musician, touring around concert halls and venues and living the high life (ish). The high life rapidly declined after humanity started their conquest, but Iorveth was content to live beside humans as long as he could make music.

During this time, Iorveth “lived” in Loc Muinne, but really traveled a majority of the time.

He also met Cedric somewhere in this time and Cedric introduced him to monsterfucking (more or less, barring 1 nekker gangbang). Iorveth was 100% a slut on the road and sought out monsters to fuck. If they could pass the Harkness Test, he wanted them to fuck him and/or to be able to fuck them.

Loc Muinne

(sometime around 1050s?) Then General Raupernack of Redania massacred Loc Muinne, slaughtering all the elves in the city, most of them in their sleep. Then Redania set fire to it and cordoned off access to Loc Muinne. They refused to let any elves inside to search for relatives or lay dead elves to rest or discover if anything of their life remained.

Iorveth had been performing in Novigrad (and chilling with his new buddy Elihal) when the massacre happened. The only thing to survive, once he was finally able to sneak into the city, was the stuffed dragon Triss gives him in the time travel AU for DCfMT. Fortunately, that’s not all he has from his life before, as he’d taken some things with him. But he lost a lot.

Fighting Humanity

In the 1060s, Aelirenn starts inspiring a following. Iorveth joins her ranks and she teaches him how to wield war fans. He’s still a traveling musician at this point, but he’s also kind of a spy.

In his first battle, Iorveth flees cowardly. For a long while, he struggles with wanting and trying to fight and kill humans and failing to gather the nerve.

Something hits the breaking point and Iorveth makes his first human kill.

After that, Iorveth begins to fight humans truly and joins various uprisings and fighting forces until the Vrihedd Brigade is formed (1267).

In 1269, 55 Vrihedd Brigade officers are executed as part of the Peace of Cintra agreement. Iorveth and Isengrim somehow manage to escape the fate that befell their companions.

The remnants of the Vrihedd Brigade formed the Scoia’tael and Iorveth quickly rose to prominence as an effective and ruthless leader.

Too ruthless, eventually.

Cedric decides that Iorveth has gone too far and cuts him out of his life entirely, throwing away their centuries long friendship. This is the moment Iorveth realizes he is unlovable.

The Blue Stripes are formed, one of a dozen other special forces groups created by the northern kings to fight the Scoia’tael. Only all the others fall to Iorveth easily. Vernon Roche and the Blue Stripes refuse to do so.

And that brings us to Witcher 2! Obviously some of these details vary if the universe calls for it, but for the most part, this is the backstory I picture for Iorveth in all my fics.

#fic planning #iorveth #backstory #the witcher

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justleaf · 3 years

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Summary

Iorveth POV. Geralt speaks with Iorveth about his relationship with Roche.

Content Background

Honestly I think this is one of the better pieces I've written but I'm trashing it because it doesn't fit aaaaAAAAA. It was supposed to be the start of chapter 15, but I've decided to trash the outline of the whole chapter entirely. This also means it's going to be a month before we get the next update because I'll be releasing the new 15, 16 and 17 together.

Original Fic

It Took Years

Length

500 words

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Sleep was a cruel and elusive mistress. She came to him at her whim and fancy, denying him rest while he laid exhausted in his cot, and embracing him tight under the punishing midday sun. Her visits were as fleeting as they were unpredictable, and with neither her tender embrace nor the grounding presence of Vernon Roche, Iorveth found himself fraying at the edges after six weeks and a half weeks in the decaying city of Novigrad.

He was just as drained as he had been a year ago in Loc Muinne, but nowhere near as crazed as he presently thought himself to be. The trauma that Vergen had inflicted must have been to blame for his chaotic mental state, he reasoned, for why else would he risk life and limb to save the dh'oine he'd once forced himself to hate?

And now Gwynbleidd stood before him, demanding answers to that exact same question.

They stood on a stone bridge over briny waters, the ambient light of Crippled Kate's casting long shadows over Geralt's face and exaggerating his frustration.

"Iorveth you're not getting out of this one. Since when were you and Roche together."

"Does it matter?"

"I just watched the two of you fuck, so don't get smart with me."

Iorveth heaved a heavy sign and folded his arms, the gesture comforting and defensive.

"After the battle along the Mount Carbon-Dol Blathanna line. We fooled around one night and I didn't think it was anything until we met up by chance near his hideout."

"Do you think your men will let you live if they found out that you warned him?"

Iorveth kept his silence and it was enough for Geralt.

"This is a dangerous game the two of you are playing," he hissed and Iorveth's felt his annoyance boil under his skin.

"Of course I know that, vatt'ghern. Did you think it was easy for me to come to this decision?"

"And it's a stupid decision. You could've just told me to relay the message, but instead you're acting like a fool who could get himself killed."

Iorveth didn't have anything to say and lowered his head. Geralt was right. He'd risked their lives because he couldn't stem the longing in his heart, and he should have felt ashamed but he'd been on the verge of tears from how badly he missed Vernon. He didn't know how to explain it.

"Does he make you happy," Geralt asked, resigned and tired.

"Mm," came his non-committal reply. The answer didn't seem to satisfy Geralt and he felt compelled to elaborate. He wouldn't have

"I feel safe when I'm with him."

Geralt stared at him, disbelieving and searching.

Raucous laughter broke out from the brothel and drew attention to the silence that stretched between them. The witcher paced back and forth, deep in his thoughts.

"I'll go with Roche."

"What?"

"I'll see to it that he survives."

"Gwynbleidd, you don't have to."

"I want to.”

#cut content #iorveth x roche #iorveth #vernon roche #witcher 2 #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #drabbles #it took years

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chibi-writings · 3 years

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Blood of the Lilies 2/?

AO3 Link

Character(s): Vernon Roche, Ves

Pairing: Roche/Ves

Words: 3,619

A/N: Since this delves a little deeper into references of Witcher 2, I'll mention that this story takes place with the setting of Geralt choosing Roche's path and with both of them becoming close friends.

I've also taken liberties of my own about Roche's past, and the history of the Blue Stripes, which will be obvious in the beginning and end of this chapter.

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He was atop one of the many dormer windows of the Royal Palace, staring out into the night, watching the flickering lights of the Vizima spread out beneath him, and even further than that watching Lake Vizima shimmering in the moonlight like a sheet of silver. Sounds of particularly loud music and laughter would drift up to his ears whenever the wind turned, and even occasionally the smell of food being roasted over open spits in the streets.

Before…so shortly ago it could not even be considered a distant memory, he would have been lurking in the corners of alleys, starving and staring at the merchants with hungry, resentful eyes and thinking of a hundred different ways to try and snatch a piece without receiving a blow to the head from the butcher. And now he was sitting on the roof of the Royal Palace itself, nursing a goblet of Toussaint Red in his hands, spending his very first Velen stuffed with more food and drink than he had ever seen in one place in his entire life.

It still felt strange. The change. How differently a Blue Stripes uniform fit over him than his usual street clothes, or his plain infantry uniform, or even his richer garb of being an aide of the king, and yet this one felt like it belonged on him. It shrouded him like a well-worn cloak, and kept the chill wind of autumn off of him.

He looked down at the goblet he cupped in both hands. The red wine inside seemed black in the night. More expensive than a week’s worth of savings back in the slums.

He took a sip. It tasted of change. Of new chances. The night wind had pleasantly cooled it, but it left a trail of warmth inside of him when he swallowed.

“Ah, seems some damn fool left this open,” came the familiar voice of Percival. The Commander of the Blue Stripes.

He froze, completely and utterly, hardly even daring to breathe. He, of course, had left that open, in order to climb onto the roof of the window he was on in the first place, and if his commander closed and locked the window he would be left stranded up here—

“Do you want to find another place?” asked another man’s voice. Mather. One of the captains of the Blue Stripes.

He only barely stopped himself from groaning out loud. Great, he was in the shit now.

“No, no, not at all. I’d rather sober up with some fresh air anyway,” Commander Percival replied, and Vernon released his breath in a very soft, slow exhale.

They were just below him, barely a few feet away, and he drew his legs up to his chest, supporting himself on the roof carefully. They could not see him anyway unless they stuck their heads out and looked onto the roof, but it made him feel safer. He looked around, wondering if he could safely creep away to find some other fortuitously-open window to sneak back into. Eavesdropping on both of his superiors, however accidental, did not sit well with him at the moment, and knowing him it would be just his luck that something would happen to give his position away—

“So, what do you think of Roche? He’s been doing well so far, hasn’t he?”

Every thought of leaving abruptly fled his mind. Again he held his breath, knuckles gripping the goblet so hard that his fingers went numb.

“You’re impressed,” Mather replied, his words careful as ever. “I’d say that’s praise-worthy alone.”

“Speak for yourself. Hell, you like him, and you don’t like anyone.”

“I…respect his drive. He’s incredibly focused.”

A snort. Though the sound of it made it seem like he was doing it while drinking from a mug at the same time. “You’d call a dragon a lizard. Have you looked at the task board recently?”

“Yes. His list is up there, as usual.”

“And just his list. Not requests, requisitions, overdue tasks that have been up there for weeks— ever since I put him up as ensign and told him that that was his one and only duty as a junior officer, it’s been cleared. He cleared it within two days, and any extra requests or tasks are taken down almost as soon as they’re placed up. I’m finally getting my orders on time, without the King’s personal messenger having to chase me down and deliver it.” A long sigh. “I looked at the first few tasks he partitioned out to the rest of the Stripes, just to make sure they were being done properly and he wasn’t playing favorites, but then that was it. I don’t know how he makes them do it and how so well, and a part of me doesn’t want to know. Feels too much like meddling with magic.”

“What do you plan to do with him?” Mather asked the very question Vernon had been thinking.

“No idea,” Percival grumbled, almost under his breath. “Why couldn’t the King have plucked up that scoundrel a few years earlier? I would have picked him over Emnet for Lieutenant in a moment and not have this mess on my hands.”

There was a long moment of silence. Vernon began to wonder if they had actually left and he simply did not hear, when the commander’s voice came again. “Let us go back, before someone notices our absence.”

“Of course.”

And this time he heard footsteps. Still, he stayed, still as a gargoyle atop the roof until he counted several minutes after the sounds had faded away. Only then did he feel safe enough to uncurl himself.

He tipped his head back and drank the rest of his wine in four huge gulps, downing it all recklessly in a red, warm flood.

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His eyes cracked open again, amidst darkness and swirling dreams and voices of men years-gone, and stared blankly at the darkness above him. Shadows and lines of light played with his sight, a confusing mess scribbled by the hand of a madman that he could not make out in his exhaustion and muddled thoughts until it suddenly clicked in his mind that he was looking at firelight dancing along tree branches.

Where was the tent? Why had the others not pitched it?

Roche’s mind whirled in the first grasping notes of confusion and panic, trying to remember where they were and what they were doing here and why those idiots had not put up a ploughing shelter—

Because they were all dead.

His heart thudded in his chest in a single, unbearable beat that felt like a blow from inside of his own body, before then it started racing. Memory came back, Kaedwen, the Blue Stripes hanging from nooses in rows with their lips as blue as their uniforms, Loc Muinne, then the desperate fight on the border with Nilfgaard—

That was a failure.

He tried to sit up, and found himself frozen to the spot, his body unresponsive to the command of his mind. Then his side began to ache, pointedly reminding him of his injury, but what was even sharper than that was the jolt of alarm when he glanced at the fire and saw that he was alone.

“Ves?” he demanded, his voice surprisingly quiet even to his own ears, though his chest felt as if it was ready to burst from the assault of his pain and his memories.

He heard a sound from his other side and immediately turned his head, gritting his teeth at the effort, and saw her at last. She was scrambling to her feet, laid upon her own blanket that was, absurdly, placed between him and the trees. What the hell was she doing there? Did she want to get stepped on?

“Roche!” he heard her gasping instead, and then she was right next to him, her eyes frantically searching his while her hands patted delicately—but insistently—on his body. “Thank the gods, are you alright? How are you feeling?”

One of her hands rested on his forehead and the other barely grazed his bandages, and he grunted a little from the pain. It was a muddled, hot feeling, and his relief at Ves being here had his head nearly swimming. “I am fine,” he said, swallowing thickly. “Damned hurts sometimes, but I’ll be fine.”

She muttered something again, something thankful, and she looked to peer at the dressing on his side. “I’m going to get a look at it,” she said. “I need to see how it’s doing.”

“Leave it,” he ordered, trying to calm his breathing. It was already hard to breathe and talk, and he hardly needed her hands touching there. “Messing with it all the time will just make it worse.”

“We need to check on it!” she protested hotly. “What if it’s getting infected?”

“It won’t get infected within a few hours,” he tried to explain patiently. It was hot and pulsing, whether he breathed or held his breath. “If you dressed it fine and cleaned it well, then it will be fine.” He saw her opening her mouth again to argue without a doubt, and his temper flared. “Leave it, Lieutenant.”

She glared at him, though he could not see it. But he could feel her gaze and his mind could all too readily conjure for him the image of her large, incredible blue eyes glaring up at him, even more intense from the heat of her anger. Was that memory or just his mind playing tricks on him?

His hand moved, far better than the sluggish waving about he had been doing before, but he still clumsily grasped the back of her hand before he managed to work his fingers around hers.

All of her fear and anger, everything she was just barely keeping under the surface, he could feel in how tightly her hand gripped his own. As if she was afraid he would slip away the moment she left go. Roche gripped her back, just as tightly as he could make it, anchoring himself as well as her in a world that was dark, and terrible, and mad, and the ground was threatening to swallow the both of them up.

For the moment, they were both completely, and utterly alone in the world. All they had was each other.

“Ves,” he spoke again, through sheer strength of will placing himself in the present. Her hand on his helped, her strong grip that he mirrored in his own. “We can get it looked at later, when we are out of here and out of danger. Right now we--“ he paused briefly, his mind already on a dozen different threads of thought at the various kinds of “danger” they could be in, and he forced himself to leave those thoughts alone for the moment. “Right now we need to think, and need to get out of here soon, understand?”

Her hand squeezed his. “I-I understand, Roche,” she said, her voice steadier than it had been a moment ago, though he thought he sensed the tremor in it still. “You won’t pass out again on me, will you?”

He mouth quirked into a wry smile. “I shall try my best not to.”

There was a scoff from her, but she did not bite back at him. “I made you tea, like I offered, but by the time I turned back around you were out again.”

“I will gladly have some now,” he said, taking his hand away at last and giving her a nod.

That had always been as good as a spoken order to her. She turned to obey, stoking their fire while she was at it, and as the small flames began to lick at the new branches she was laying on them, he could see her face better. Her eyes were troubled, deeply, and her hands moving with a nervous energy as she grabbed their mugs, and some bread from that morning, and handed both to him.

He thanked her, and for his part tried to focus on his careful breathing as he sat up, and to make sure he did not show any evidence of his wound troubling him in general. He was Vernon Roche, Commander of the Blue Stripes, and he was the one who needed to be calm in the face of adversity, and Ves would be calm as well. It was easier when he sipped his tea and warmth flooded his body, taking away the edge of his pain, even if it was sharp and bitter. “Willow?” he asked after a moment, blinking in surprise as his mind identified the taste.

Ves nodded, a small smile twitching on her lips. “Found a tree a few days ago. Thought collecting the bark would be useful, and now here we are.”

“You were always very clever, Lieutenant,” he said, giving her a nod. What would he do without her? Even when he thought that he had everything already thought out, Ves would show up with something that would surprise him and always end up being something they needed later. She had always been smart and had initiative, which had made her a perfect lieutenant.

The willow would help with the pain, certainly, and he nibbled the bread while his mind buzzed with thoughts. He couldn’t hear anything no matter how much he strained his ears. No shouts or sounds of movements, none of the undergrowth in the forest being disturbed, absolutely nothing. Yet he could not imagine the area not swarming with Nilfgaardians, unless they were the luckiest duo this side of Mount Carbon and they had just managed to find a place where neither of the armies managed to even pass close to their hiding place.

His heart thudded as he thought of the Temerians. Where had they all gone? No doubt every which way but most of them would at least try to head back to Vizima. But who was in charge of the army? He hadn’t seen John Natalis since that afternoon—it already felt like a century ago. He had gone to support the right, which was exactly where the cavalry had hit and—was he even still alive? He could be dead or captured or on the run like the rest of them at this point. Baron Kimbolt? His men held the center, and who knew how many of them had survived the bombardment of the mangonels. Their position had been the least enviable one.

Who they really needed was Natalis, the army would rally behind him. But where was he? And where to head? They could not just stay here no matter how badly he was injured, the Black Ones would soon swarm the land. They had to retreat with the rest of the army, head to Vizima with the Nilfgaardians harassing them every step of the way now that there was no army to stop them.

The mere idea of the banners of the Great Sun being within sight of the city’s walls set his gut churning, his mouth dry. Sipping the tea did not help, as his mind chased itself in endless circles, a hunter searching for the elusive track of a deer. There had to be some way out of this, some way to beat them back, but he could not think of one, and the alternative was unthinkable. Just let them take Vizima and gut Temeria herself in one blow?

“Roche .”

Long habit and training kept him from starting, but his fingers did twitch for a moment as Ves’s voice dragged him out of his spiral of thoughts. It didn’t sound like the first time she had called his name.

He looked to her, to her face which was cast half in light and half in shadow from the flames she had coaxed back to life, and met the one eye he could clearly see. Blue as her uniform, and piercing at him in worry.

The blue reminded of something, of a snatch of thought half-remembered, that slipped between his fingers the second he believed he had a grasp on it.

“What is it, Roche? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past minute,” she said, her gaze locked on his.

“I’m sorry, I was just thinking,” he replied, and drained half of his tea in a hot gulp. “We need to get to Vizima.”

She frowned at that, ever so slightly. “The capital is days away, Roche, and that’s when you’re in a good condition to walk. Which you are not .”

“It’s either that, or stay here and wait to be captured by the enemy. No doubt we would both make good prizes for them,” he replied, scowling fiercely at the very idea of it. “No, we are going, immediately. We, all of the Temerians, need to regroup at the capital, that’s where the Nilfgaardians are likely headed right now.”

It made his hands grip his mug tightly and his blood burn. His lips wanted to curl back and snarl, like the hound that he was so often called behind his back when others thought that he couldn’t hear them. But Vernon knew that if there was a Nilfgaardian in front of him right this second he would have flung himself at them and torn their throat out, injury be damned. He would leave a trail of Nilfgaardian blood behind him to water Temeria’s soil as they made their way back to Vizima, and it was no better than what every single one of those whoresons deserved.

To him it looked as if Ves wanted to argue. But while she was stubborn and thought more with her heart than her head at times, she still knew when he was right and made a good point. “We’re in Mahakam now,” she said after a moment, reluctant, but now the gears in her head were turning, working in the direction that her commander had steered them towards. “We know this region, Foltest sent us to pacify it years ago and we ran up and down these foothills hundreds of times.”

Her face twitched at her words, all too abruptly, and Roche felt the same emotion shuddering deep inside of his heart, like a sliver of ice reaching out to chill his veins.

We, she had said. We. But it was not the we of her and her commander, alone as they were now. It was the we of all of them, how every single one of the Blue Stripes had walked these lands, left their marks and imprints on them, had breathed the same air, slept under the same trees—they might have even made camp in this precise spot for all he knew.

It felt like a lifetime ago, another lifetime past Kaedwen, and the lifetime past the siege of the La Valettes. He had been forced to live several lifetimes all within the past few weeks, time crammed so tightly within that it was hard to comprehend just how brief it had all been.

And yet he could recall every detail fresh to his mind, even when they had all been in Mahakam pacifying the dwarves, as if he was simply reminiscing on yesterday’s events.

He remembered how Thirteen complained endlessly about his boots getting torn and soaked—it had been spring and the mountain rivers had swollen to three times their usual size from the melting snow, and more than once they had to avoid getting swept away by sudden floods. Silas eventually snapped and said if Thirteen kept bitching all day yet again he was going to throw him into the river. That spiraled into a fistfight which ended before Roche even had to intervene, and with both of their sour moods taken out on each other they were laughing over dinner again.

He remembered how Finch spent diligent hours practicing the local bird calls, until he could mimic them perfectly.

He remembered Shorty and Sheridan and Igo all sitting around the campfire, bickering quietly over various Temerian regiment names to give to the newest of Shorty’s brood.

He remembered Fenn, perched in one of the trees as their lookout, always silent, always watching. The only time he ever truly talked was around his comrades, and his even rarer smiles—

He broke off from those memories with a snap, like he had touched a hot pan and was jerking his hand away from the fire. But the burn remained. The pain was there.

And Ves. She had been in that tent when he had found her. When he had found all of them. He had only been there for a few minutes—how long had she been curled there, weeping and waiting and probably thinking that he was dead along with the rest of the Blue Stripes?

He dug his nails into his palm, forcing his mind on the here and now, and looked up at Ves just as she looked at him.

Neither of them said anything. Neither of them needed to.

Roche tried to smirk, to try and brush it all off as a mere second of distraction, but his lips refused to move in that treacherous expression. And that made him angry because they still had to go. He held onto that thought with all of his willpower, like a dog refusing release a bone. He let it flood him, motivate him to move, to keep going, to just—do anything that was not remembering.

“That’s more like it, Lieutenant,” he said at last, breaking the silence between them, but not the thing that lay in the silence between them. “Come, bring me my maps, we have enough light to chart a route through this blasted terrain.”

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The Breakfast Club

Chapter Seven

TRR AU

Summary: Things get very heated in the library and between two of the teens. Some major fluff.

Warning: Drugs are mentioned.

Word count: 2417

Characters belong to Pixelberry. Library plot and much of the spoken dialogue written by John Hughes/A&M Films. Everything else is mine.

*please let me know if you want untagged from this story. I promise I won't mind 😊

Drake sits on the railing leading up to the second level of the library, deep in thought.

He hops down, still feeling the effects of his liquor filled breakfast. "You know what we should do? Close that door.... I've gotta a bottle of whiskey", he pulls it out of his pants and shakes it in the air.

Maxwell perks up and feels an instant rush of energy, "yeah, I'm always down for booze and a party, count me in."

Liam frustrated with Drake and life in general right now wants no part of this, "Come on guys, Vernon said to keep the door open."

Drake scoffs, "so what?"

Liam turns to face him, "so, there's four other people in here who don't want to piss him off and then we all have to deal with my father."

"A prince who can count...aren't you special" Drake says sarcastically.

Liam slams his hands on the table before him and looks at Drake, "Who the hell are you to judge anyway?"

Olivia nods her head in agreement, "yeah!"

Drake methodically walks over to Olivia and leans down to face her, "remember what you told me yesterday, huh?....I'm a nothing...a nobody...I may as well not even exist in this world."

She scowls back at him flatly, "yeah....and I still stand by that."

Drake acts like it doesn't bother him, but, inside, the words fuel him further. He sets his sights elsewhere, walking toward the entrance doors of the library. He studies it briefly then begins messing with the screw that holds the door open.

Riley carefully watches him before sitting up in her seat, "hey, you're not supposed to be doing that."

The door slams shut and Drake runs back to his seat, "am I a genius or what?"

Olivia speaks up, "No, you're an asshole."

Liam begs Drake to fix the door, but, he ignores his pleas.

Out of no where, Vernon slams the door open, "Damn it, who shut that door?"

Olivia points to Drake, "he did it", she was not about to protect him.

Vernon doesn't act surprised, he scurries through the room and stands at the corner of Drake's table, holding out his hand "Give me that screw Walker."

"I don't have it", he says innocently.

"Give me the screw or I'll shake it outta ya."

"Screws fall out all of the time sir, why would I want to take it?"

Vernon can feel the fury increasing in his chest, "Beaumont...front and center!"

Maxwell quickly stands up and salutes him, "At your disposal, sir."

Vernon motions for him to follow as he walks to a wooden book shelf, "help me move this into the door."

Maxwell barely holds one end as Vernon grabs the other. As they begin moving it into place, Drake feigns concern about fire hazards; the shelf is blocking the door and children's lives could be endangered....he emphasizes the Prince could be put in danger.

Vernon trying to save face looks at a breathless Maxwell who is hunched over, "What's the matter with you Beaumont! What are you doing, huh? Move this back over there".

Maxwell stood there for a moment scratching his head, "I'm so confused, sir."

"Just move it back!", Vernon yelps.

Maxwell sighs then pushes the shelf back to its original place.

He immediately returns to his seat when Vernon addresses him again, "I expected better of a Beaumont."

Maxwell is stunned and looks over at Riley, still not sure of what he had done wrong.

Vernon eyes Drake and points at him, "the next screw that falls out is going to be you!"

Drake mumbles under his breath, "Eat my shorts."

"What was that Walker?", Vernon asks as he quickly spins around from his attempt to leave.

Drake glares at him, "Eat.My.Shorts."

Vernon replies, "You just earned another Saturday of guard duty."

"So?"

"There's another....you finished?"

"No"

"You just bought another one."

"I'm free the Saturday after that too."

"Not anymore.....just say the word...you through?"

"Not yet."

"Im doing Cordonia a favor...you want another one?"

"Yes!"

"You got it"

Olivia turns to him, now with actual concern, "Drake, cut it out...stop."

Vernon continues, "Now are you through?"

"Not even close, bud"

"Good, there's another one."

"Do you think I give a shit?"

"Another"

Drake glances up at him, "how many is that?"

Maxwell innocently speaks up, "That's seven Drake, including the one you got when you asked him if he raids Trumps closet."

Drake gives a knowing look to Maxwell, desperate for him to stay quiet.

"You're mine Walker...for the next two months I got you."

Drake rolls his eyes, "What can I say, I'm thrilled."

Vernon begins his stroll out of the room and turns just before exiting, "the next time I have to come back in, I'm cracking skulls."

Drake mouths the words silently as Vernon says them.

After the door closes, Drake yells out, "Fuck You!!"

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At a quarter to 11 am, everyone is bored. Drake sips on his whiskey quietly at his table with one foot propped up, Olivia rifles through her purse, Maxwell is playing with his balls, Liam is playing with the draw string of his sweatshirt and Riley is wrapping hair around her finger until it turns purple.

A few minutes later...Drake has a lighter burning the rubber of his shoes, Maxwell is playing paper soccer and quietly celebrates his goal, and Riley is emptying a salt packet onto her new drawing.

Eventually, Riley starts singing to herself...I don't mean to brag but I be like put it in the bag.

Then Maxwell joins in while pointing at his head...you like my hair gee thanks just bought it.

Both Olivia and Drake yell at the same time, "shut up!"

Boredom becomes overwhelming and everyone in the room, including himself, is ready to choke the shit out of Drake. One by one, heads lower to the tables in front of them as they peacefully fall asleep.

At noon, Vernon comes in and yells for everyone to get up and asks if anyone needs a drink; they all raise their hands.

Drake volunteers to get them, however, Vernon shirks him and randomly chooses who he feels is the safest options. He points to Liam, then Riley; he instructs them to promptly go to the main kitchen to bring sodas back for everyone.

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Riley and Liam walk in silence through the long and winding hallways of the palace. He was troubled by his father's actions this morning and the bruises on his face were throbbing reminders. He felt as if he was in a daze, each minute a dizzying fog of inevitable gloom. Drake's odd behavior in the library was only a temporary reprieve to refocus his thoughts elsewhere, but, now, it all rushes back without his distraction. His eyes are sunken and troubled, his expressions are flat, emotionless. Even when he corrected Drake, the words flowed out without energy or substance.

Riley hesitated to speak as she walked just a half step behind Liam. She could read him like he was a book about her own life. She has wore that face before, even if only seeing it from the side.

Before she can say anything, he quickly glances at her, with a hollow tone in his voice, "what happened to your eye?"

She ever so slightly turned her head away and toyed with the charm on her bracelet, yet, kept moving. She questioned to herself whether he was like his father, was he leading her into a one way conversation where she would be called a whore again?

Curious by her timid behavior, Liam slowed the pace he was walking and reached out to tap her arm, wanting to gain her attention. She flinched before he made contact and a distressed look played deep in her light brown eyes. He too, knew that particular look..it's the one you wear when you've been conditioned to expect the worst.

Keeping her head down, she slowly moved her eyes back to him, not fully meeting his gaze.

He needed her to face him, there was an unmistakable force inside that had to know if someone else in the world knew his sorrows....experienced his demons. He tilted her chin up and their eyes engaged for the first time. Both of them felt exposed in that moment, as if every thought, every painful memory, all the lonliness was out in the open....revealed through the effectual union of their eyes.

Her lips began quivering as two large tears fell rapidly down her cheeks, and with a low shaky voice, almost inaudible "my stepfather."

Her soul felt like the floodgates of hell had opened and she was purged and unequivocally free from her bondage.

She had never trusted anyone to tell her secret, but, somehow, in this moment, she felt safe.

Liam didn't know Riley, had only met her two hours ago, however, the urge to protect her suddenly weighed on him. He felt powerful...strengthened...fearless. Leo described that feeling to him, but, Liam never expected to experience it.

Riley reached up, brushed her thumb along his own facial bruises; he leaned into her touch with eyes closed. There was nothing in the world better than her touch; it sent a powerful charge through his entire body.

They were two broken souls, from opposite ends of society, who now feared only the absense of the other. Seemingly impossible and, yet, suddenly real.

He opened his eyes, turning to gently kiss the palm of her hand. With tears still streaming and a heart that was pounding thunderously, she carefully placed her free hand on the other side of his face and pulled him to her lips. He wasn't a Prince and she wasn't a commoner....it was just Liam and Riley.

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Drake is laying on top of a table in the library , while Maxwell and Olivia are still anxiously waiting in their seats.

"Man, where are those drinks at?", Maxwell was getting inpatient and fidgety.

Drake sits up and lets his legs dangle off the table behind Olivia, "Hey Liv...are you still a virgin?

Olivia jumps up and grabs Drake by the back of the neck and wrestles him to the floor, "I will kill you Walker, do you understand me?"

Drake laughs as Olivia has him in a behind the back arm lock. He makes an attempt to break free, however, he is still too inebriated to make a concerted effort.

Olivia shoves his head away and walks back to her seat.

Moments later, Drake pulls out his cell phone and scrolls for a particular picture he has saved, "Liv, you want to see a picture of a guy with elephantitus of the nuts...its pretty tasty."

Maxwell tries to sneak a peak at this picture, while Olivia forces herself to ignore him.

Drake jumps down from his table and walks to the doors, he steadily opens it enough to see that Vernon is no longer at his desk and peaks out into the hallway. He shuts the door and turns to Maxwell and Olivia, "anybody up for taking a stroll in the halls...I need to get something."

As much as Olivia has had it with Drake, she wants to get out of that library more; she couldn't explain it, but, she trusted Drake was stealthy enough they wouldn't get caught.

She and Maxwell follow Drake out. Olivia is keeping pace with him, "how do you know we won't get caught?"

He simply replies, "I don't"

Maxwell whispers to her, "where are we going?"

She shrugs her shoulders, "Beats me".

"Well...what if we get caught?"

"I suppose we'll get in trouble."

"But, what..."

Olivia grabs Maxwell by the collar, "If you don't stop asking questions, Im going to beat the living shit out of you."

Maxwell raises his hands up in defense, "sorry".

Bastien's quarters are not too far from the library, Drake has a small bedroom within it.

As the trio enter Drake's bedroom, Olivia looks around in disgust, pinching her nose, the room was in complete disarray, "Slob".

"Yeah, well my maids on vacation", he replies while stepping through a pile of clothing scattered along his path.

Drake reaches up on the top shelf his closet and pulls down a small bag of marijuana and rolling papers.

Maxwell's eye's widen in surprise as he looks to Olivia to say something, but, she doesn't.

Drake lays his items on the desk and begins to prepare crafting a joint, "I actually haven't done this before."

Olivia slides next to him, carefully watching his hands, "Then why do you have it?"

He chuckles at her, "I was saving it for a rainy day."

She rolls her eyes, but, snickers with him

Maxwell watching this, clears his throat and huddles down between them, "watch out, let me do this." Maxwell is steadfast and makes quick work of his rolling efforts, "Ta-da, she's a beaut." He leans over and starts rolling a second one.

Drake yanks the first one from his hands and inspects Maxwell's work, "that's not half bad Beaumont."

Maxwell give him a coy look and a shrug, "Not my first time".

Olivia looks at Drake with an eyebrow raised, "now what?"

Drake places the joints back in the baggie and shoves it into the front of Maxwell's pants, "Go back to the library...Bas will kill me if he smells that in here."

They quietly make their way back through the halls, trying to be as quiet as possible. Just as they round the corner leading to the library, Vernon steps out of his office.

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Liam and Riley pull away from their kiss. It had been slow, gentle and tender; it left them both feeling breathless. Riley bites her bottom lip, still staring up at him, searching his eyes again.

This was his first kiss and he is beaming; it felt as if the earth had temporarily stopped moving. He is thrilled, but, nervous and doesn't know what to do next. He takes a finger and taps her nose with an awkward grin. Riley taps his nose right back as she lets out a light giggle.

As if instinct kicks in, he wrap his arms around her waist and pulls her close to his body, resting his chin on top of her head. The hair was so soft that he couldn't help but rub his cheek along it. They held each other close, both communicating with one another through touch and embrace.

He lightly kissed her forehead, inhaled her rose petal scent, then met her soft lips again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Liam reached up and grabbed her hand, laced his fingers through hers and held it to his heart. Constantine, his duties, his bleak life...no longer existed. When the kiss ended, he whispers softly in her ear, "Riley, you're so pretty."

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blog #1 I will be giving some fun ideas for you and your friends/family to do for fun, it can be as simple as a walk in your backyard, to a magical hike up by a waterfall. you can create long-lasting memories wherever you decide to go. for example;

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14 Wakanda-approved Hairstyles (for when you need to be fabulous at the Black Panther premiere, or any day, really!)

We already know that black people everywhere are going to the theatre dressed to the nines, but have you planned your hairstyle for the Black Panther opening? We’re celebrating a black superhero, majority black cast and directors, set in Africa, during Black History Month. This is OUR movie y’all.

Queen Lupita opted for a beautiful sculptural hairstyle, inspired by the Fulani tribe in Nigeria, and created by celebrity hairstylist Vernon Francois. But just in case you don’t have a celebrity hairstylist at your disposal, here are a few options to slay the premiere....

1. Goddess Braid: Issa Rae looks amazing with these goddess braids, atop tapered sides.

2. Afro: Whether your hair is short or long, an afro is an amazing choice. And with today’s choice of clip ins available, volume isn’t a problem. Yara Shahidi is serving curls by the pound.

3. Locs: These gorgeous locs are simply beautiful, but you can add all types of adornments, such as shells, hair jewellery or beads if you wish You can mimic this style by getting faux locs or goddess locs installed. BONUS: it’s an amazing protective style.

4. Two Braids: We love the wire intertwined in this simplest of hair styles. This is not your childhood plait - it’s all grown up!

5. Cornrows: aka the Lemonade braids are a great option for the movie premiere!

6. Rock a head wrap: Show off all those bright patterns and prints ladies! This is the easiest style to pull off, and bonus if you’re deep conditioning under there. No one has to know!

7. Bald: Have you seen Sanaa Lathan’s new hair??? Sometimes the best hair is no hair. p.s. We love her huge statement necklace

8. Fulani-inspired Braids: Even though Wakanda is a fictional country located in East Africa, we’re absolutely certain that these Fulani braids would fit right in at the premiere.

9. Bantu Knots: We’re a bit biased, since Bantu is in our name, but we think Bantu Knots make the perfect statement. Plus, think about your wonderfully stretched Bantu Knot out when you decide to take them out. Talk about #winning!

10. Tapered Cut: At Bantu, we love a good cut! Check out this amazing color and style.

11. A Funky Updo: We love these braids feeding into this top knot. Add some hair into the knot to create a larger look. This is is creative!

12. Puff it out: We love a big puff any time of the year, and definitely for the premiere. Slick those sides down and puff out the top.

13. Chic Bob: Yvonne Orji looks amazing in this chic chin-length bob.

14. Loc Updos: We love the different looks Chloe & Halle wore to the Black Panther premiere. We wouldn’t change a thing!

...Or you can just go as you already are. No matter what you choose, it’s bound to be lit.

Alright ladies, that’s the round up of our favorite looks to rock. If you need to book a stylist, remember that Bantu is the easiest way to find a stylist near you

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9 frizzy hair solutions we actually swear by — for as low as $4

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Got frizz? Then you'll want to get your hands on these hair care products to help smooth your strands. (Photos: Garnier, OGX, UNITE, Oribe; Art by Quinn Lemmers for Yahoo Lifestyle)

For many, frizz feels like an inevitable byproduct of warm and humid weather. In fact, it can sometimes feel like such an inevitability, that some people give up trying to find products and solutions. But you should know that it is OK to have frizzy hair, and you should never feel pressured to tame your flyaways.

“All hair is textured hair and it’s beautiful,�� Vernon François, celebrity hairstylist and founder of Vernon François Collection, tells Yahoo Lifestyle. “We’ve been told for too long that it’s not. The idea of a clean, finished look is not everyone’s reality. I think having the power to recognize your versatility and identity is more of a goal that I feel is best suited for humans versus suppressing it to fit into an ideal of someone else’s validation.”

I used to believe that products that claim to treat frizz were gimmicks, especially for people with locs and kinkier hair textures. I remember when my locs first began budding (the beginning stage when your hair starts to swell before condensing), I was told that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Once I understood what causes frizz (the cuticle of your hair shaft raising up and trapping in moisture due to dryness), I realized that each of us can do something about it.

So, where do you start? “Less is more,” says François. “Your hair needs its natural oils to retain the best texture for you. Try shampooing every other wash day, or replace your shampoo for a light rinse with your conditioner.”

In addition, make sure you’re paying special attention to ingredients in your products, François says. “Lookout for ingredients geared to restore health and shine to dull strands. Check out treatment oils containing jojoba oil, sweet almond oil, argan oil and antioxidants. Vitamin E is amazing for locking moisture and deeply conditioning the scalp and tresses.”

Kiyah Wright, a two-time Emmy award-winning celebrity hairstylist, agrees that treatment oils can quickly do damage control. “Additionally, olive oil and coconut oil are great alternative ways to hydrate your hair,” she explains. “Coconut oil can be melted down in seconds, applied to the hair and then wrapped your hair with Saran wrap to lock in the moisture. You can do the same thing with olive oil: Saturate your hair with olive oil, wrap it and let it sit overnight. These are great quick fix remedies.” Of course, Wright warns there are also ingredients you should stray away from, such as products that contain silicones and heavy alcohol contents.

Ready to see some of our favorite frizzy hair solutions? Read on.

For intense hydration: TRESemmé Moisture Rich Conditioner

TRESemmé Moisture Rich Conditioner (Photo: TRESemmé)

TRESemmé’s conditioner not only revives dry and damaged hair (it’s enriched in that blessed vitamin E), but it’s also a great solution for color-treated hair and a variety of hair textures. The formulation is lightweight and washes out quickly, ensuring that your strands are moisturized but not weighed down with product. This conditioner comes bottled up as 39 fl. oz. for less than six dollars, so you can go in liberally without breaking the bank.

Shop it: $6, walmart.com

For curly, coily or wavy hair textures: Cantu Shea Butter for Natural Hair Sulfate-Free Cleansing Cream Shampoo

Cantu Shea Butter for Natural Hair Sulfate-Free Cleansing Cream Shampoo (Photo: Cantu)

Cantu’s cleansing shampoo is a dream come true for the girl looking to keep her hair hydrated and clean. Not only is it sulfate-free, which helps reduce breakage and overstripping of the hair cuticle, but ingredients like glycerin and pure shea butter actually hydrate your strands as you wash without leaving behind filmy residue.

Shop it: $5, walmart.com

For straight hair: Garnier Fructis Style Extreme Control Anti-Humidity Hairspray

Garnier Fructis Style Extreme Control Anti-Humidity Hairspray (Photo: Garnier)

Even with straight hair, frizz can happen. Garnier’s anti-humidity hairspray provides an extra firm hold that can last up to 24 hours, thanks to its bamboo extract ingredients and added frizz protection. This hairspray is perfect for when you’re on the go and don’t have time for touch-ups throughout the day. For an additional hold, use this spray with a bristle brush to lay down pesky flyaways.

Shop it: $4, walgreens.com

For drying all hair types: Aquis Rapid Dry Lisse Hair Turban

Aquis Rapid Dry Lisse Hair Turban (Photo: Aquis)

Whereas a cotton towel causes friction on the hair, this microfiber turban reduces drying time (and the need for a blow dryer) by absorbing as much moisture as possible when you get out of the shower. Because it helps dry hair quickly and without heat, the microfiber fabric blocks friction that can result in frizz.

Shop it: $30, aquis.com

For styling thick, coarse curls: Oribe Styling Butter Curl Enhancing Crème

Oribe Styling Butter Curl Enhancing Crème (Photo: Oribe)

If you’re searching for a styling product to revive your parched curls, Yahoo Lifestyle beauty director Dana Oliver swears by this new curl crème from Oribe. Formulated with a hydrating combination of murumuru, mango and cocoa seed butters, as well as moisture-retaining wheat amino acids, a little bit of this goes a long way to help define coils and fight frizz.

Shop it: $46, nordstrom.com

For dry and coarse hair textures: OGX Renewing Argan Oil Of Morocco Extra Strength Penetrating Oil

OGX Renewing Argan Oil Of Morocco Extra Strength Penetrating Oil (Photo: OGX)

This oil is ideal for applying post-shampooing and conditioning. Made with the intensely-hydrating Moroccan argan oil, the product deeply penetrates the shaft of hair to moisturize and seal the cuticle, making hair stronger and protected from future heat damage. Pro tip: Warm up in the microwave for a DIY hot oil treatment.

Shop it: $9, ulta.com

For relaxed or natural hair types: Head and Shoulders Royal Oils Deep Moisture Masque Conditioner

Head and Shoulders Royal Oils Deep Moisture Masque Conditioner (Photo: Head & Shoulders)

This deep moisture hair mask is not only a favorite of Wright, but also a favorite of mine. The rich formulation works to restore moisture and provide long-lasting scalp relief without stripping away your natural oils. It’s also thick enough to deeply penetrate your hair no matter how thick your hair may be. I especially like using this treatment every few weeks to restore moisture in my color-treated locs.

Shop it: $9, walmart.com

For detangling: UNITE 7 Seconds Detangler Leave in Conditioner

UNITE 7 Seconds Detangler Leave in Conditioner (Photo: UNITE)

Not only is this leave-in conditioner’s formula light, but it detangles all types of textures — from ultra-fine to thick — within a matter of seconds. With a variety of ingredients that condition, control frizz, conditions and adds volume, this detangling spray is literally a must-have for those humid, muggy days.

Shop it: $15, walmart.com

For hair prep before blow-drying: Alterna Haircare Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Blowout Butter

Alterna Haircare Caviar Anti-Aging Smoothing Anti-Frizz Blowout Butter (Photo: Alterna Haircare)

This anti-frizz product is perfect for all hair types prior to using thermal tools. Not only does it melt from a cream to oil to penetrate the hair shaft, but it also protects your hair from heat styling and humidity thanks to pure caviar extra, omega 3 fatty acids and vitamins A, C and D.

Shop it: $27, ulta.com