the grande ballroom

anonymous asked:

Do you have hcs for the worst injury each Batkid had? (Beside the ones that killed some of them)

(Because it’s almost too easy to hop on the angst express for this one… I’m gonna go with the “worst,” most embarrassing injuries each of the batkids has had. JUST BECAUSE.)

One of Dick’s favourite things to do in Wayne Manor (other than sliding down the bannister) was to swing on the grand chandelier in the ballroom. As a nine-year-old kid, the only risk this posed was getting a scolding from Alfred that “the lighting fixtures are not a trapeze, young sir”, and even when he did fall from it, the distance to the floor wasn’t enough to hurt him. 

When he was twenty-five, on a dare from one of his brothers, Dick decided to give it a whirl for old time’s sake… 

He forgot that he weighed at least a hundred pounds heavier than the last time he did it, and realised this too late as the chandelier came crashing down in a cacophony of shattering glass and clanging metal-work and breaking bones. It was rather miraculous that he walked away from it with only minor cuts and bruises and a sprained wrist, but remains the worst injury in his mind to this day.

Barbara grows to be very careful in her later years as Batgirl and again as Oracle, and is not exactly a natural klutz. But one of her first solo nights, she drove her motorbike off the pier at Gotham harbour and into the ocean while chasing Cobblepot’s lackeys. 

It’s kind of hard to beat dying in terms of injury… but Jason would rather talk about his death than that one time he literally shot himself in the foot. 


That is all. 

(Bruce laughed, actually laughed, for ten minutes straight when he found out about it. Then proceeded to use the idiom every chance he could get, grinning at Jason’s scowl.)

Tim has… far too many dumb injuries to just pick one, let’s be honest. He legitimately has a folder in the cave dedicated to them, entitled: “Stupid is as stupid does.” The highlights of said folder include: that one time Tim slipped on a grape and got a concussion, the time Tim pulled his arms and legs inside his shirt to ward off the cold then tripped and fell, breaking his collar bone; the time he spilled steaming hot coffee in his lap and was in agony for a week; and the time he poked himself in the eye with his bo staff. 

Formidable in combat, useless in day-to-day life.

Although Stephanie is notorious for being a dangerous mixture of clumsy and brash, leaving her with a collection of injuries that would put Tim’s to shame… there is one injury that she will never be able to live down and will yell at you in red-faced anger if you dare bring it up…

She once tripped and headbutt a guy she was flirting with. 

Let me clarify: she headbutted his pelvis and got a nasty lump on her head. 

He wasn’t too happy about it either.  

Cassandra’s stupid injuries are usually quite intentional… running into gunfire and the like. But her high pain tolerance is actually her downfall. She once bandaged a wound up poorly, didn’t notice it was still bleeding, and fainted from blood loss while eating Tim’s mini marshmallows in the kitchen.

Alfred patched her up. She was fine, but only just survived Alfred’s long lecture.

Damian once got distracted while feeding Batcow, and the cow accidentally bit his hand trying to eat. 

It was broken. 

Batcow 1. Damian 0.

And last but not least, we have Duke. Who absolutely did not set his clothes on fire during the fifth grade school science festival while trying to demonstrate his makeshift, DIY flux capacitor. 

Even if no one else was impressed at the story, he received a silent handshake of respect from Tim, which made his humiliation it all worth it. 

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request: Can I request and imagine with Adam before the curse and him treating the reader badly and when the curse happens she tries to run but The beast holds her captive, but in the end she ends up breaking the curse.

@quickies-with-quicksilver: Holy crap I just need anything with the beast/Adam and your little one shots are so cute! I don’t even care what the plot is, I just need some!!

warnings: none

a/n:feel free to request more BATB stuff :)

You stood in front of the cocky prince as he shifted on his throne. He guffawed,
“Your work has been lacking lately.”

You kept your head low,
“Yes your majesty.”

“Your work isn’t detailed, your attitude is infuriating, and I don’t think you’ve been taught manners in your entire life.” The arrogant prince said as you gritted your teeth together, stay calm.

“If I may-” You heard Mrs.Potts step forward to defend you only to be cut off
when he raised his hand.

The room was silent before he said,

You did not move an inch as he grew angrier,
“You will listen to your king.”

You looked up at him with narrowed eyes,
“Kill me if you must, but I will never bow to a king who wears a crown studded with jewels of every life he has ruined.”

He stood up to begin to yell at you before you cut him off,
"How can you be so cruel to those who have taken care of you your whole life? Is your heart that cold that you cannot care for even one person?”

The room was silent as you gave him a sympathetic look,
“I pity you.”

Before he could even respond Plumette and Mrs.Potts had led you out of the room and back up to the servants quarters.

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Pre-curse Prince Adam headcanons

So I know a lot of people are doing these, but I really wanted to contribute because I have too many feelings about this Trash Prince™. (Also I’m altering history slightly to make this work).

  • Adam’s father is the Duke of Anjou, King Louis XV’s younger brother, while Adam’s mother is an infanta of Spain (who became the Duchess of Anjou). The marriage was political, and there was no love in it at all. The Duke of Anjou kept many, many, mistresses, while the duchess preferred to spend time in the library and reading to her son (this is where Adam gets his love of books).
  • Because of this lineage, Adam is a prince du sang, meaning a “Prince of the Blood” - a title given to direct descendants in a male line of the King. Adam flaunts this title a lot. 
  • Adam’s full baptized name is Charles Alexandre Adam. His father was very controlling and a traditionalist, so he gave his son two traditional noble French names (the former after himself, and the latter after the King’s middle name). Adam’s mother, however, was very religious and had the name Adam put in (despite great protest from her husband). 
  • His mother always called him “Adam” to differentiate him from his father. Also because the couple basically hated each other, and she didn’t want to be reminded of him when he looked at her son. 
  • Whenever Adam attended parties at Versailles (which wasn’t often because the parties weren’t celebrating him), he was the biggest shit disturber. He would fabricate rumours and constantly get all the other courtiers riled up. He would also gamble. A lot. 
  • Adam also hated all the protocol at Versailles, another reason why he rarely visited. He much preferred his own castle, where he was the centre of attention and all the courtiers revolved around him. 
  • On one occasion when Adam was visiting his family at Versailles (he was forced to go), Lumière organized a ball for the servants to take place in the grand ballroom (which was strictly off-limits to the lower-ranking servants) so he and Plumette could share a proper dance. The rest of the servants were thrilled, but Cogsworth very much opposed the idea, and tried to order everyone back to their duties. It didn’t work. Lumière, obviously ignored him, saying the prince would never find out. Cogsworth remained in the ballroom for the entirety of the servants’ ball, and the smallest smile crept up on his face as he watched Lumière and Plumette dance. 
  • Adam commissioned many paintings to be done with his likeness on Greek gods and Roman Emperors (à la Louis XIV). 
  • He would spend so much money on clothes, wigs, makeup, and shoes that the king would write letters chastising him for his outrageous spending. Adam would almost never reply, and when he did he would say something along the lines of “well how much do you spend on your poisson?” (meaning Madame de Pompadour, the King’s mistress whose surname was “Poisson” and was seen as a disgrace at court because she was a commoner). 
  • After balls and parties, Adam would bring a woman (or two) back to his bed, but he would never say a word to them and then would go off to the library before the woman woke up. This would happen so often that it had become a routine wherein Lumière would be there in the morning for the woman to wake up so he could escort her to an awaiting carriage. 
  • Every trinket, every frame, every doorknob in the castle has to be spotless and shining. Adam also hates dust. 
Love Struck

Summary: Reader is afflicted with emotions they yet to comprehend. An unlikely advocate helps the reader with their issues. 
Word count: 1866

There was no way to ignore this feeling, it felt like you were soaring, but being pulled under water at the same time. Harebrained, finger tips always tingling, throat dryer then the Gerudo Desert, and with knees so wobbly you were afraid one step would do you in, it sometimes it felt like you had too much air, but also never enough. There were days you found yourself in a haze, eyes glazed over. Other times, your heart pounded so deep it you couldn’t tell if you were ascending, or about to die of a heart attack.

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Tales from OUAT Con Vancouver

Jennifer Morrison (Emma Swan) talked about how awesome it was to be paired with an actor you really like and can be friends with (Colin O'Donoghue who plays Killian Jones).

“He knows me better than I know myself. Like one time on set my hand kept itching, and Colin totally figured out why. ‘Did you eat the carrots?’ I said yeah, and he said the carrots were next to the peppers and I probably brushed up against them. He remembered that I was allergic to peppers.”

Raphael Sbarge (Archie Hopper) talked about reconnecting with an old psychiatrist friend over Facebook just before his audition.

"I asked her if she had any glasses I could use for the audition, and she said, 'It’s funny, I just found these ones in a drawer, and I bought them 20 years ago when we first met.’ Those are the glasses I wear as Archie. Usually they don’t let actors bring their own props on set because it would be disastrous if they broke, but the props folks are very careful with the glasses and snatch them back between takes. At the end of this season, they very carefully put them in the case and reverently handed them back to me.”

Keegan Connor Tracey (Blue Fairy) talked about her first day on set.

"I was in the green screen room, and there was no people, just a water bottle for Prince Charming. I was hoisted into the air about 40 feet up for hours and hours. And since I was a new mom, eventually things started getting… uncomfortable, and I had be like, 'Um, excuse me, do you think someone could get me a breast pump?’ Otherwise I would have started leaking through my corset.”

Karen David talked about her audition for Princess Jasmin.

“The part originally stated it was for Shahrazad, who was described as a tough tomboy sort of person. So I thought I would wear the same outfit I wore for my Galavant audition, which was a baggy jean jumper and riding boots with some dried mud still stuck on them. And I get there, and all these other women are wearing beautiful elaborate dresses, and I’m like, 'Did I miss the memo?’ Because they had all figured out it was for Princess Jasmin, of course, but I got the part anyway.”

Gil McKinney (Prince Eric) was such an awesome singer! He talked about his first time on set, and how his first scene was to walk down the stairs in the green screen grand ballroom.

“All I could think about was, ‘Don’t fall. Don’t fall.’”

And of course, who could forget Papa Hook, aka Adam Croasdell?

Here’s a bunch more Jennifer and Colin pictures, because they’re my favorites.

Fixing Up - Prince Adam/Belle

Title: Fixing Up

Pairing: Prince Adam/Belle

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 995

[Can be viewed on AO3]

Prompt: Before their lives can start in the palace, Belle sets out to fix up a few things.

Originally posted by jvh1988

The snowstorms are coming, something that’s felt through the entire palace. Even with the hearths in every room, the large hallways are starting to get cold. Belle gathers the blankets in her arms and continues her walk to the main living room. A soft glow of the fire spills out into the hallway through the open door.

Stepping inside, she smiles at the sight of her husband reclining in a chaise pulled near the fire; book in hand, long hair pulled into a messy bun with stray strands falling down on to his face.

She drapes a quilted blanket over his shoulders. “It’s getting chilly,” she notes, casting a quick glance to the large bay window that opens out on to the large garden. Specks of snow gently sway down to the ground, touching the balcony’s bannister and melting away. It won’t take long. Winter is finally settling in.

He hums, noting the page number and closing the book. The book is placed on a nearby table and Belle sits down on the chaise beside her husband. “Cogsworth says that the snow will come soon,” he notes and she settles beside him, pulling the blanket over her own shoulders. The large hearth is still roaring. The only light source in the room, they snuffed out the other candles and lanterns in the living room.

She rests her head against his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking,” she says simply, looking up at Adam. He raises an eyebrow at her. “I’ve been thinking about the villagers,” she clarifies.

“What about them?”

“Cogsworth says that this winter will be tough,” she says, remembering having an extensive conversation with the head of the house-staff in the kitchen earlier in the day, “and the villagers don’t have a means of getting through the winter without help.”

She remembers spending every winter beating back blustering winds from entering the cracks in the walls. She remembers making every scrap of food count. The bakers and the merchants had to spend their money gathered that year importing goods from other towns and cities just so the village could live through another winter.

And she looks around at the life she has now. Roaring hearths in every room, enough quilted blankets to cover the floor space of the castle twice-over, and enough food to feed the country’s armies, and probably their enemies too.

It’s too much for her, her husband and their small family.

Adam holds her close to him as he considers what she’s implying. “I’m sure we could have a cart of supplies sent over,” he says.

He’s never considered her to be what she fears the most – being his Queen, a pretty trinket to have draped over his arm at dances, to show off in front of other people of importance. She’s told him that it’s not who she is. He’s never considered her to be that. She’s still what she has always been to him.

When LeFou visited days after the curse was lifted, when they had all danced in the grand ballroom, she pulls Adam closer to her. “Do you see them?”

He looks over his shoulder to see. “He seems happy,” he notes, watching LeFou and Stanley continue to stand close to each other, broad smiles on both of their faces.

Adam interlinks his fingers with his wife’s. “What do you propose?” he asks, watching the pair from across the ballroom.

Belle wraps her other arm around Adam’s, hugging it to her. “There is that estate a few fields away. I believe there’s no one living there now…” a small smile lingers at the corner of her mouth.

Adam nods and gestures to the two men. “Consider it theirs, then.”

It takes a number of weeks to get the estate up and running again, but when it is, she doesn’t hear the end of apologies sent to her by LeFou. She takes his hands in hers. “It’s alright,” she smiles, turning around to help load the final crate of supplies from the cart, “it’s behind us now.”

“You were too good for him,” LeFou says plainly as he lifts the crate from her.

She folds her arms over her chest. “So were you.”

Belle tugs her coat tighter around herself when a stray gust of cold wind sweeps through the garden. It rustles the shrubs and bushes, shaking the settled snow from the branches and dumping it on the ground.

She oversaw the last of the carts off that morning Laden with food, hay, blankets and fuel, she and Cogsworth sent the drivers on their way to the village. The worst of the snow hasn’t arrived yet, but with heavy grey clouds looming over the nearby mountains made her worry. The snow would be heavy this year. But at least her home had supplies now that would alleviate the pressure winter brought with it.


She spins around and sees Lumiere walking towards her. “Good morning

Bonjour mon cher,” he smiles brightly at her.

“Where’s Plumette?”

“Training in the new maids, I presume,” he smiles faintly at the mention of his lover, “but you’re the reason why I’m here.”

She takes Lumiere’s arm in hers. “Alright then,” she walks them through the snow-laden garden, “what is it mon amie?”

“We’ve been talking, the staff I mean, and well,” Lumiere waves his hand, trying to put his words together, “and we love the affect you have on the Master. It’s…It has been a while since goodness has been in the palace, and with you and the Master being married now-”

“-I understand Lumiere,” Belle nods. They loop back through the arches, bare now that the flowers and vines have wilted for the winter.

“We look forward to having you live here, mon amie,” Lumiere says when they leave the gardens behind and walk towards the back of the palace. He brings her hand up and kisses her gloved knuckles. “You’ll do marvellous things here: we’re sure of that.”

A/N: I fell head-first right back into my childhood at the ripe age of 21. Curse you Dan Stevens + Emma Watson. Never have I bisexual-ed so damn much during a film. 


Second Chance - Part Four

I will never be able to get over the responses I’ve been getting to this story. If I could, I would hug all of you for your comments, your messages, all of it. I’ve decided I’m gonna try to make Sundays update days, so I have enough time to work on each next chunk the way I really want to, and then so @sannvers has enough time to proofread them. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you like chunk four! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list!

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 6,405

Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress overs you a second chance to save him.

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in ten years i’ll tell you i love you (but not now) [Yoongi]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Angst ; Fluff 
Word Count: 4237
Description: if there are any words that could travel through space and time to reach the person they have to reach, ‘i love you’ would be those words.
Author’s Note: so basically…the fucking soulmate reincarnation au yoongi brithday fic NOBODY ASKED FOR!!!! praise i wrote this in one day in the span of like 4 hrs i ignored my work i am going to REGRET

It is forbidden. It is forbidden, and dangerous, and high-risk, and the utmost cliché. That you, the lowly servant girl, from a long line of ancestors of the same position, would fall in love with the son of the household you are serving.

The House of Min is a house your family has served for centuries, and most likely will serve for centuries more, and somehow you are the first (or perhaps you were not the first, but you had most certainly never heard of anyone else similar to you) to fall completely and utterly in love with the person you were supposed to be serving.

And yet — it is the utmost cliché is it not? That he, the heir to a fortune, one amongst the richest in the country, would fall in love with the servant girl who lives in the basement with the rest of the help, far, far away from the glittering chandeliers and marble staircases that lead to his room. Far enough so that, should he be like his parents, he would have forgotten the help existed even in the moments they were not serving them. Far enough so that, if it were not for you, he could have forgotten anyone but his family lived in the same house as he.

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♡  - pretend to be in a relationship (assassin!au)

The task tonight had been easier than you had imagined. From what Namjoon had briefed you and based on your own research, it was going to be a piece of cake. It was going to be a bit classier than the usual silent break in and gun to neck. Tonight, it was for a gala party for the rich and let’s just say with a couple of strings pulled from Jimin’s end and Taehyung’s rather great skills in hacking into the system, all there’s left is to put your hand in Yoongi’s and make a great impression that you’re not about to murder them with a drink.

What a night it’ll be.

You would’ve done fine on your own but with Yoongi’s persistence to come along with the reasoning two is better than one and the backing up of in case she needs help. As if he doesn’t know of the number of people you could take down if you needed to. Tch, Min Yoongi and his ways.

That doesn’t sound an objection from you when he said he’ll come along, though. You won’t say what it is but (a hint)…? Yoongi made you feel things nothing else in the world could compare to. The littlest gestures and words he says scares you sometimes. Being someone who grew fearless at the sight of blood, with the acceptance death could happen any minute, life being taken away from you the moment your eyes open, or close, one person: Min Yoongi changed it all.

Ah, let’s not think about it. 

Just enjoy how things are for now. Relish on the feeling of his arms around your waist. Bask in the presence of him and him alone as he smiles at you with his eyes, like a silent game of charades - tell apart what he’s thinking behind the hazel orbs. Drink the image of him dressed in a tailored suit that wraps around his body nicely with a bowtie of red, the color of your dress as well to openly show everyone he belongs to you - and you, him. Play along with ministrations of fingertips tapping behind his neck, his along your waist, feet coordinating along the dance floor of a grand ballroom before the pointing of your eyes to a certain direction has him following your cue, diminishing the small game of fantasy.

Yoongi straps his arm around you and keeps you near as you make your way across the room. Less than two minutes, you get your execution done and Yoongi keeps his eyes open as he surrounds the area. When your target starts to stutter on his words, choking on his breath, your hand slips between the space of Yoongi’s and he swiftly pulls you to the middle of the room where he maneuvers the pair of you to dance once more.

It’s over three minutes before a thud falls to the ground. Gasps and screams come automatically when he’s foaming at the mouth and Yoongi smirks, leaning into your ear as he pulls you close to his chest after a smooth spin that gets your red dress flowing.

“Ready to go?”

“Whenever you are.”

((”by the way,” yoongi starts the engine, refusing to look at you as he says: “you look beautiful tonight, y/n,”

he won’t look at you, so you let him feel you as your hand drags over to his thigh, squeezing him to make him fake a cough because yoongi never coughs.

“thank you, yoongi,”

“…so, how abo-”

“could the both of you hit on each other after you get out of there?”

yoongi hisses and tugs out his earplugs, “shut the fuck up, jeon.”))

When: February 15th, 2017 (Event runs all day, real time)
Where: Aether paradise VLFS Grand Ballroom, Alola region
Why: The Aether foundation has always pledged itself to the conservation of endangered species of pokemon, but we are nothing without our generous benefactors. Please join President Gladion and his family for a night of Music, Dancing and a celebration of Love of ALL kinds under Alolas Full moon.

Dress code: Formal attire, Primary color must be White, Black, Red or Gold, Secondary and Tertiary colors are your choice.

Pokemon regulations: Pokemon bigger then the ballroom must be kept in their pokeballs, but any trainers wishing to engage in Pokemon battles may do so on the Terrace at the Rear of the VLFS. Any areas normally open to the public will remain open during the party, this includes the Conservatory.

We look forward to your RSVP!

During the event, please track the tag/search “Clefairymoonball”

Participants, please tag your threads with it so other participants may find you! This event is all about bringing the Pokemon fandom together for fun and shenanigans and hopefully forming new friendships along the way!

That being said, Leave any and all OOC drama at the door, but IC Drama is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED.

If you’d like to participate, please send an IC RSVP message to this blog ( @typenullandvoid ), and Gladion will add your muse to the registry, which will be posted along with the commencement post on Wednesday at 10am EST, I wanna make it as easy as possible for people to find partners to interact with!

The event will run all day, so feel free to pop in and RP whenever you have the time! I hope everyone has a fun time! Oh, and please reblog this post to spread the word!

Intertwined- Prinxiety Fanfiction

A short attempt at Prinxiety fluff cause I love the idea of Anxiety in a tux. Constructive criticism/feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy! Also posted on my AO3 account of the same name.

“Love, are you almost ready?” Prince called through the door “if you take any longer were going to be more than fashionably late.”
“Don’t sass me, Roman, you didn’t tell me how long it would take to get this damn thing on!” Anxiety snapped.
Prince sighed and leaned against the door. “I could always help you, you know?” He smirked.
“We both know that if I let you in here the clothes will be coming off instead of on,” Anxiety countered. Roman blushed and stood up straight. He didn’t reply, just picked at his jacket.
Anxiety begrudgingly left his room not long after, dressed in a black tux and scowling. His hair had been swept out of his eyes and a black bow tie was tied around his neck. The only thing that remained of his original appearance was the pale foundation and black eyeshadow. Prince’s jaw dropped but he recovered his cool demeanour quickly.
“I hate this,” Anxiety pouted.
“You look amazing!” Roman exclaimed.
“I look ridiculous. I don’t understand why I couldn’t just wear my normal clothes,” the darker side grumbled.
“Because we’re going to a ball, not a My Chemical Romance concert.“
"I wish we were doing that instead.”
“Unfortunately, my love, we can’t. It’s impossible,” Prince teased and held out his arm for Anxiety to take. He smirked as Anxiety shot him a glare but took his arm anyway. They entered the door to Prince’s room… but instead of the normal bedroom the door opened to the entrance doors to a grand ballroom.
Anxiety looked around in both awe and dread. Gold leaf patterns ran up white walls and overhead, like vines stretching way down the opulent corridor. Anxiety’s eyes followed the patterns of the vines as they led to a break in the corridor that could lead 3 other ways. What he’d seen so far of the palace, which was this one corridor, fit Roman perfectly. Like his boyfriend, the palace he ran was elegant and poised yet creative and fun. It was everything Anxiety wasn’t, he had never felt more out of place. He gulped. “Tell me why i agreed to do this again.”
Prince carried on staring straight ahead. “You, as my partner, have to attend any formal functions that I do.”
“Okay.” Anxiety whispered. He didn’t sound convinced.
Roman turned to face him, looking every inch the prince he was with his crown sitting atop his head. He took Anxiety’s hands in his. “Ann, everything is going to be fine. We’re going to go in there, stay a little while, fake an illness then go home and cuddle. Do you trust me?”
Anxiety rolled his eyes and picked at his nails. “Of course I do Roman. There’s no one I trust more.”
“Then trust me when I say that I’m going to get you through this with as little interaction as possible. We’ll get through this together, okay?”
Anxiety took a deep breath then looked into Roman’s eyes. “Okay,” he said. Roman leaned down and gave Anxiety a quick, short kiss.
The door opened and they strode into the ballroom, Prince beaming and Anxiety giving a slight smile. Their arms linked and hands intertwined.

Drabble: If you hurt her...

Percival stormed into Vax'ildan’s room with a determined look on his face. He found the half-elf paladin on a comfortable looking chair, his feet propped up lazily on his bed as he read a book.

“Can I help you, Percival?” Vax asked with his eyebrow raised.

Percival took a calming breath. “Alright. Let’s have it.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“I am courting Vex'ahlia,” Percival announced as if to a grand ballroom of guests.

“Funnily enough, I’ve noticed. What’s your point?”

“My point?! I’m dating your sister!”

“Yeah. And?”

“And you have nothing to say about that?”


“Are you seriously not going to say anything.”

“Percival, I swear to the Raven Queen I have no fucking clue what you want from me.”

“You know–threaten me? Warn me?”

Vax stared at Percival for a long moment, before he sighed.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to threaten you with bodily harm if you ever hurt my sister?”

“Yes. Well, no. Not want exactly. ”

“My twin sister? Vex'ahlia? The one who flies on a broom, firing arrows of lightning and fire from a legendary bow? Who can magically mark her prey and stalk them for days? The one who chose to dedicate her life to hunting dragons? And is quite good at it? The one who has a large, ferocious bear wrapped around her finger? That’s the one who needs *my* protection from *you*?”

Percival blinks.

“You know, when you put it like that…”

“Percy, I love you like a brother, and so this is the only warning I’ll ever give you. If you ignore her, belittle her, take her for granted, or, gods help you, hurt her, you know what’s going to happen?”

“Er, what?”

“She’ll leave you.”

There was a long moment of silence.

“Right,” Percival said with a high-pitched croak in his voice. “Good talk. Very productive. I’m off to buy Vex'ahlia something obscenely expensive now.”

“Good man.”

– End