Let me sing of Artemis, Theia most high, most fierce of the deathless
Gods. As a little maid She tugged on Her Father’s beard and asked for Her
freedom. To this day no one can catch Her no matter how hard they try. She is bejeweled
in dewdrops and stars, the light of the moon Her spotlight, the stage every
corner of the wild world. With the flick of Her wrist arrows fly and She runs
as if dancing. She is the wild in the soul of every woman today. If you hear
Her call for you, run to Her lest Her arrows strike you for your impudence.
Summary: A girl, a modern New York princess more like, move to the Heights. She’s trying to keep her nannies legacy alive. It proves to be a lot more troublesome than first thought. With no help from the stupid little nerd across the street who runs the bodega.
Warnings: No Usnavi sorry I gotta set up the story, character death. Racist little shits, not everyone who lives in the Upper East Side is a dick it’s just a stereotype, probably also bad Spanish
A/N: I wrote this in a day oml
It was the day after her only son’s graduation that Isa started looking for a new job. She’d been let go a year before. Her son didn’t know. She’d been doing odd jobs all over the city trying to make ends meet. It was made worse since she was Latino, most white businessmen didn’t want Isa for more than a cleaning lady.
Nothing ever worked out. She was on call for a fancy hotel, it had penthouse at the very top for the owner. It’s where most of her money came from. Even though that wasn’t a lot either. The job search had been going poorly for a week when Isa got a call.
Rickard is standing in front of the heart tree, and in between the squelchy sounds he makes when he blows his nose on a linen cloth, he asks the gods for the end of both the winter and his cold. He will be a man grown the next moon’s turn, a proper man. He can’t have a red and runny nose on that day.
Another sneeze interrupts his prayers. Rickard mops up his nose and almost fails to hear the approaching swish of a cloak.
/Look! It’s mine and Princess’s trollsonas! (I wanted to post it as a before and after. Look at that art improvement! Just a few months! Princess says it looks like our characters have grown too. Lol.)
Sansa’s relationship with religion is far more complex than ‘Old Gods or Faith Of The Seven?’
Before I write this, I’d like to say that the Old Gods isn’t better, or superior to the Faith Of The Seven. Comparing religions, even fictional… yeah, not a fan. These are my thoughts on Sansa’s role within them. I also don’t think you can expect someone who isn’t an adult to have a full blown complex attitude towards religion.
Violet loved the slick feeling of latex against her body, and the way that the straps cut into her skin. Her waist was cinched tight, and she felt like she had total control. She cracked her whip in the mirror and narrowed her painted eyes. God, she looked fucking fierce.
“How come I get cast as a maid?,” Pearl asked from where she lay sprawled out on the bed. Her legs were lazily spread open, and, from where she was standing, Violet could see her black, lace panties.
This was torture. Bella sat at the overly decorated table, in the way to long for her taste dress, sipping champagne out of a disgustingly beautiful glass. It’s not that she wasn’t happy for her little sister, she was, she just really really hated weddings, and their receptions. On top of that she also detested being a bridesmaid, and here she was the God damned maid of honour! She was all together pretty miserable and stuck in her own little world of bitchiness. That was… until a very nice looking stranger sat down beside her. Bella turned her head, her eyes meeting with theirs.
I didn’t want to write the usual about weddings
so I did something different. I hope you don’t mind :)
Everything was planned
to perfection. You thought that if you could plan any day in your life like
this, it had to be your wedding day. Everything was going perfect. That was
until the whole ordeal started.
“Okay Y/N so don’t
freak out, but we can’t find your flowers.” Your bridesmaid said slowly.
Your eyes widened and
you were about to freak. But you felt someone’s palm on your shoulder. Your
mother smile softly at you. You breathed in deeply and acknowledged the mistake. It
wasn’t the first of the day though.
“What do you mean the
cake isn’t coming?!” You said to your maid of honour who was trying to calm you
“I didn’t say the cake
wasn’t coming! I said that it was just arriving late.” She said.
You sat down and brush
your hand through your hair. “All this seriously can’t be happening right now.”
This was probably the
tenth incident that had occurred. You hadn’t even walked down the aisle. All
these slipups was making you extremely nervous. You had even heard that Luke
had forgotten his suit back at the hotel. You were supposed to be walking down
in the aisle in a few minutes.
You blinked back a few
frustrating tears. “Okay, you can figure it out right?” You tried to stay calm.
Your maid of honour
nodded quickly and you gave her a small smile. She reassured you that she will
do her very best to fix everything. At this point, you had stopped caring. As
long as you go down that aisle and get married to the man you loved, nothing
mattered too much.
You felt like a mess
when you waited with your father. Everyone seemed to be trying to reassure you
the whole day. But the only reassurance you had was when the music played and
all eyes were on you. But there was only one set of those stares at you looked
back at. Luke bounced ever so slightly on his awkward feet and his lips curved
up. There was something in his eyes when he looked at you. Just Luke himself
was reassurance to you. He reassured you that, after everything, it was going
to be okay.
When you two were in
front of everyone, saying your vows and staring at each other, you had never
felt so nervous. ‘Till that day, Luke was still able to give you butterflies. And
your first kiss to him as Mrs. Hemmings could never be described in justice.
After the whole night,
even with a few mishaps here and there, you and Luke found yourself where you
two had first met. It was a quiet area, just off from the side of a park. It
was the perfect spot to go star gazing. It might’ve looked peculiar, you in your
wedding dress and him in his tux. But you didn’t really care what others
“I still can’t believe
it.” Luke said once more. It was probably the hundredth time he had whispered
that to you throughout the whole day. You slapped his arm playfully but he just
laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “I don’t think I ever will
You looked up at him
and grinned. “I mean, today was a little crazy.”
He smiled back at you.
“I think that was a bit of an understatement.” His kissed your temple. “But I
think you handled it well.”
“You think so?” You
Luke shrugged and
looked at you mischievously. “Well… you only screamed someone’s face off once.”
You buried your head
in your hands to hide away your blushing face. “I can’t believe you heard about
“Of course I did. And
seeing as we’re married now, we shouldn’t be having secrets between us anyway.”
Something clicked in
you and you quickly went up to kiss him. “We’re married now.”
He smiled against your
lips and you loved when he smiled enough to show off that little dimple of his.
His simple smile could make you melt. And that’s why you felt that it was the
best decision of your life to marry him.
“I did promise you
that I’ll love you forever.” He said.
He kissed you sweetly
after you said, “I love you too.”
It may have been a
train wreck getting through the day. But to end the day in Luke’s arms, kissing
him, you definitely wouldn’t have had it any other way.
You felt sick. It was
a horrible feeling. This was supposed to be the best day of your life. You were
getting married to someone who would love you forever. The reason you were
feeling so sick was because, the groom may love you forever, but you weren’t too
sure if you could promise the same to him. You feared going up there and saying
‘I Do’ because you didn’t want to lie on such a large scale. Your mother had
told you that if you ever felt any doubts about the wedding, you should go with
your gut feeling. But you were never one who just took in feelings, you used your mind. You were overthinking.
You had texted him beforehand because he had been
pleading you to tell him the truth.
‘If you feel that way then show me. I’m scared
and I don’t know if I can go through this. Come be my hero once again if you
feel like you can love me forever.’
“Oh god you look so
beautiful.” You Maid of Honour gushed when she fixed your dress and looked at
you through the mirror.
“Thank you.” You said.
There was a knock at
the door and you saw your father. “Are you ready?” He asked. You smiled softly
and gave him a nod.
You felt all eyes on
you while walking down the aisle. You wanted to avoid the look of the groom
because you felt so terrible. But you had to look at him and give him a
reassuring smile. You were trying to fool yourself.
You were waiting for
that moment. The groom looked down at you with such adoration, that same
adoration that you held for someone else.
“Y/N!” Your head
snapped to the owner of the voice and you saw him.
Ashton stood by the
door and his tie was loose around his neck. His hair was a mess and you could
definitely notice the scruff around his chin and neck. You hope no one saw you smile and finally breathed a relieving sigh.
“Y/N.” Ash repeated
again with a grin as he walked over to you. He was trying to catch his breath
but you loved that he still smiled at you the same.
“YN… what is he doing
here?” Your groom muttered.
You looked up
apologetically at him. “B/N I…” You glanced at the people who stared shockingly
at you but only cared about one. Your mother looked at you and you noticed a
small smile play on her lips. She nodded and you were almost in tears. She
understood you and she knew what you wanted.
“I’m so sorry.” You
Without another word
you gathered up your dress and dropped the flowers on the ground. You took
Ashton’s hand without hesitation and ran out without looking back. You knew
they were going to whisper, to sit there in shock and gossip about you. But you
didn’t care. The moment you were outside and saw the sun Ash immediately took
you in his arms. You wrapped yours tightly around his neck and he spun you
around. You adored that giggle of his that echoed in your ear.
“I can’t believe we
just did that.” He said and kissed your forehead.
You glanced back and
quickly nudged him to move faster. He took you into a car and you two drove
away. He held your hand the whole drive to this one place. It was your special
place with him. And it was perfect for you two.
You two stood in front
of the car and watched the sunset. You turned to him, “Thank you so much Ash.”
He shook his head,
“I’d like to thank you. I was always so lost about how you felt about me. But
when you told me you wanted me to take you away, I didn’t hesitant. I don’t
want you to marry anyone…” His hand cupped your cheek and right before his lips
met yours he whispered, “but me.”
“I love you Ashton.”
You told him and it felt right. Not when you said it to anyone else. That was
meant just for Ash.
He looked so amazed by
you and you couldn’t help but feel those butterflies you felt since the first
day you two met. While he had his arm around you, you two sat in a comfortable
silence, just to appreciate everything.
He kissed your temple
and said, “I’ve always imagined seeing you in a big white dress. Not like this
of course. But one day, I’ll be at the other end of that aisle saying my vows
You went up to kiss
him. “That’s all I’d ever want.”
Risks had let out a slight yelp as her body was pressed into dinning room table at Nobel Michaels. By none other than Claude of Phillips She wasn't sure why this was such a thrilling though. She had started to develop feeling for none other the head steward of Nobel Michael. " Master Claude! I'm still on duty." Gods she didn't care. She felt him lift up her skirt of her maid uniform revealing her lace panties. Her face couldn't help but turn a bright red. "Not here."
Zain was making his rounds throughout the castle when he happened to enter the dining room where he was met with a most scandalous and erotic sight. Ms. Rika was being bent over the table by Master Claude. Despite himself Zain grinned and crossed his arms as he looked at them.
“Oh my. Am I interrupting something?” He asked with a bit of a smirk.