was bored so i gifted some parts

The Magic of Christmas

     As the snow began to fall in Death City, Crona Stein, formerly Crona Gorgon, found themself staring at the cardboard box that lay before them. Upon opening the package that was left on the porch, they found a letter inside from Maka Albarn that read:

Dear Crona,

I know that this is your first Christmas in Death City, so I wanted you to enjoy one of my favorite Christmas traditions for yourself! Here’s an Advent Calendar, with twenty five different gifts! There’s usually only twenty four, but I wanted to make sure you got your Christmas present on time! Make sure to only open one a day, and don’t let Ragnarok cheat, ok?



     Crona’s mind was perplexed by the strange gift, but before they could say anything, Ragnarok felt the need to give his opinion.

     “That’s it? A stupid calendar? No video games or guns? Lame,” he said, shaking the calendar filled with boxes, hoping to guess what was in it.

     “Actually…I think it’s nice, Ragnarok. It looks like she put a lot of thought into this, and I’m sure it wasn’t easy for her to afford this type of gift.”

     “I’m just hoping that it’s 25 different kinds of booze. It’s gonna be a long winter break, and I’ll need all the help I can get to drown out that one-eyed nightmare’s version of Silent Night.”

     Crona’s eyes suddenly narrowed, their expression turning from one of curiosity into a look of hatred.

     “Don’t ever talk about Mrs. Marie like that again! She’s been nothing but nice to us, and she hasn’t done anything to deserve you talking about her like that!”

     “Whatever. At least let me open the first one,” Ragnorak replied, indignant, but not willing to push Crona further. Upon opening the box with the number one on it, they found a fountain pen, with a small note attached:

I know you like to write poetry, so I thought you should have something better than the cheap disposable ones at school!

I hope this helps with your writing,


     “That’s really nice of her, Ragnorak, don’t you think?” Crona inquired, hoping that their partner saw the appeal of the calendar.

     “Eh, I prefer Reese’s.”

     “Not everything can be candy, you know.”

     “Why not? Stein only gets cigarettes for Christmas.”

     “Not this year.”

     “Oh really? You planning on getting old Screwhead something?”

     “I hope so.”

     Ragnorak looked confused, but decided to leave that discussion for another day.

     “Hey Crona. Let’s go get some dinner, and then we can watch a Christmas movie with Stein. I haven’t seen any of them, and I’m going to make up for lost time.”

     After enjoying some spaghetti and watching Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town, they drifted off to sleep, excited to see what else was in the strange gift that Maka had given them.

     The next few days were spent watching movies and opening the calendar in relative peace. The gifts ranged from a deck of cards (“To play with Ragnarok when he’s bored,” the note read) to gift certificates for some of the books that Maka had suggested for them, but never got around to buying for them. They went to pick up the books every day and really enjoyed Charlotte’s Web, right up until the end of the book.

     “Sh-sh-she didn’t have to die. That’s her reward? It’s not fair!” Crona said, with their tears staining the pages and their hands balled in anger.

     Ragnarok shouted,” But she saved him! Isn’t that enough?”

     Wiping the tears from their eyes, Crona looked back at the demon-weapon on their shoulder. “But…I don’t know if I could deal with the people I love dying…..” they said.

     “Oh, enough with the mushy crap, let’s go watch The Nightmare Before Christmas, I’ve heard Oogie Boogie is the sh….”

     “You watch your mouth, Ragnarok,” Marie said, cutting them off.

     Ragnarok put on a pouting expression and mockingly said, “Yes, Mom,” before heading to the living room to join Stein for the movie.

     Crona woke up the next day, still in their robes from the night before. Heading over to the kitchen counter, they saw that Marie had made them breakfast and left a note telling them that she had work at the Academy, and that she would be home soon.

     Content with this explanation, they went over to Maka’s gift and began to open the box numbered 24. Their eyes lit up as they read:


For today’s gift, I thought it would be fun to have a Christmas party. Inside the box is both a Christmas cookie and your invitation to the party. Try to be here around 7:00 and ready to have a good time!

See you there,


     They couldn’t believe their eyes, and as Ragnorak began to stuff his face with the cookie, their thoughts moved around in their head at a breakneck pace.

     She invited me to a party that she’s been planning for over a month? How do you even plan a party that long in advance? I have to get ready! This is going to be fun!

     Ragnarok broke the silence, speaking with cookie pieces still in their mouth.

     “You’re getting ready at 9AM? Why? You’ve got all day”

     Crona thought quickly. “Not all of us wait until the last minute to do something, Ragnarok. I really want this to go well,” they said.

     “Of course you do. You just want her to treat you like that dopey Ed kid in those books you read. I had to hide in this meatsuit for two weeks while you read that sappy crap.”

     Crona thought better of talking to Ragnarok further, and smiled.

     There was a party tonight!

     “So, Soul. What do you think? Do the lights look good, or do I need something more festive?” Maka asked her partner, hoping to get a second opinion.

     “It’s just a party, you should really just relax,” Soul replied. “But in all seriousness, it looks good. You did a great job.”

     Maka smiled.“ Now that’s what I wanted to hear! This is going to be so much fun.”

     “Hey, just leave the music to me. Last thing we need is for someone to put on ‘Christmas Shoes’ and end the night with Black Star sobbing in the corner.”

     “Fair enough. For all his tough talk, he sure can be a softy when it comes to family.”

     They were interrupted by a loud banging on the door, and as Soul went to answer, the door swung open and Black Star came in singing about the joys of the holidays:

     “Not gonna get you a diamond ring/That sort of gift don’t mean anything/Not             gonna get you a fancy car/Girl, ya gotta know you’re my shinin’ star.”

     Horrified at the words spewing from his mouth, and knowing what lyrics came next, Tsubaki opened her tin of Christmas cookies and shoved one in his mouth. As he continued to talk with bits of cookie still in his mouth, he managed to mutter out:

     “What? Guys can like JT too. That song really screams Christmas.”

     “That a fact, Black Star?” Stein said, as Crona and Marie filed in behind him.

     “Sure! What would you know about the holidays anyway?”

     “Enough to know that singing about your Freudian obsessions isn’t very Christmas-like.”

     As the argument began to increase in intensity, they were interrupted by a bright purple puff of smoke and the lithe form of Blair appeared to put her hands between them.

     “Hey, there’s no time for that. We’ve got so much fun to have!” Blair said with a sanguine smile.

     “Perhaps you’re right, Blair. We’ll table this autopsy of musical inquiry for later. Anybody have a light?” Stein said, reaching into his pocket to produce a cigarette.

     “Yeah, outside” Maka said, not wishing to have her apartment smell like one of her father’s ashtrays after he struck out in the pubs around the city.

     “Fair enough,” he said to Maka before turning to Marie. “Honey, take Crona inside. I need to go out for a smoke.”

     He leaned in closer to Marie.“And pick up Crona’s gift from the shop. Can you do that for me? I’ll give you your present early,” he said with a grin, trying to bribe Marie into going along with his scheme.

     Marie’s ears rang with the promise of early gifts, and a smile crept onto her face.

     “No problem! Let’s go Crona, time’s a wastin!” Marie squealed as she dragged them into the house like a one-woman Christmas party.

     Crona sighed, and recalling a movie that they had seen recently, responded with “Good grief.”

     The night was filled with fun and games, and while Soul was usually nervous about playing music for others, he thought that it would add to the “cool” atmosphere of the party; so after a night filled with caffeinated beverages and sugar cookies, he sat down at his keyboard and began to play Christmas classics.

     After everybody joined in for a rousing number of ‘We Wish You A Merry Christmas,’ they all began to make the trek back to their houses so they could enjoy Christmas with their families.  

     Returning to their room for the night, Crona began to get ready for bed and recalled all that had happened that evening.

     “Could you believe it, Ragnarok? That was so much fun! Black*Star was the only one to finish all that eggnog. He may not be a god, but he certainly drank like the ones in those books Maka gave me.”

     “That’s because there wasn’t any booze in it. While Spirit and Marie were getting plastered, I was stuck sitting in boring old you’s body.”

     Crona said with an enormous smile on their face “I can’t wait for tomorrow! It’s going to be my first Christmas with Mom and Dad, and I get to open Maka’s last gift? I don’t know if I can deal with all that excitement.”

     “Go to bed, you big baby. I mean, seriously. You, the former Demon Sword, spent part of the holiday break reading Charlotte’s Web? At 16?

     “It’s supposed to be a classic, Ragnarok. She wanted me to read the best-known books so I can be well-read. Maybe you’ll like some of the others she gave us.”

     Ragnarok twisted his face into a frown, suggesting an alternative.

     “Let me know when there’s robots involved. Or lasers. I love lasers. Where are the lasers?”

     Turning over in their bed, Crona shrugged and said “Goodnight, Ragnarok. Merry Christmas.”

     The next morning, Crona was awakened by the smell of freshly made hot chocolate; Marie had kept her habit of getting up very early for Christmas from when she was a kid, and wanted to make sure that Crona got the same experience.

     As Crona made their way down the halls, they were wrapped tightly in a hug from Mrs. Stein, who exclaimed “Merry Christmas Crona! And to you as well, Ragnarok! Ready to open presents? Stein’s almost ready with the camera.”

     “That’s because you said breakfast wasn’t happening until I had this blasted thing set up so you could capture this moment in stunning visual quality,” Stein said, as he positioned the camera so that every moment of the morning would be preserved.

     “And I meant it, Franken. But when we’re done with presents, get ready for the best French Toast you’ve ever had!”

     “I’ll have the fire department on speed-dial, just in case.”

     At this, Ragnarok chortled. “Good one Stein!”

     Sitting down in front of the metal tree that Stein had crafted, Crona began to open their presents. They couldn’t believe the things that they had received: from the telescope that Stein gave them to the new set of robes that Marie had hand-made, everything seemed too wonderful for Crona to take in.

     They began to well up with tears, voice cracking as they spoke:

     “Thank you. Thank you so much. I…don’t….deserve….any of this….not after what I did.”

     Now it was Marie’s turn to be curt:

     “Stop. We love you, and that’s more than reason enough to make sure you have a good Christmas.”

     Crona’s head jolted up, and fixed their gaze on Stein and Marie. Marie wrapped her arms around Crona, holding them closely. Marie glanced over at Stein, sitting comfortably in his chair as he smoked a cigarette, and he nodded back as if to say, go on.

     “Now, with that said, we have one more surprise for you.” She paused, biting her lip to hold down her grin. “Guess what? You’re going to have a brother.”

     At this, their eyes widened.

     “Really? I’m going to have a brother? I-I don’t know if I can deal with being a sibling.”

     Stein laughed and said “I don’t know how I’m going to deal with it either. But I’m sure we’ll think of something…..right, Marie?”

     “Absolutely. Now, Crona. I’m going to go get breakfast ready, so go get washed up, and we’ll be ready shortly. And, oh!, Don’t you have one more gift left to open?”

     Of course! Crona thought. Maka’s gift! How could I forget?

     Running back to their room, they quickly found the last package of the calendar and began to open it with wild abandon. However, as they opened the box, their expression turned from one of joy into one of utter confusion.

     What is this? A plant? Was Maka trying to play a prank?

     They inspected the plant further, noting the pointy, green, leaves and the red berries that were on it. They had rudimentary knowledge of plants used in medicine, as most witches’ brews used plants, but they had never seen anything like it.

     Finding no explanation for their gift or a note from Maka, they took the plant into the kitchen in search of an answer. Dad’s a scientist, he’ll know what this is.

     “Uh, Dad?”

     Setting his coffee down on the cloth tabletop, Stein began to relax in his chair.

     “Yes, Crona?”

     “Do you know what this is?”

     Stein pushed his glasses up onto his face, and nodded. “Those damn Albarns. I remember when Spirit did this to Kami, and now she’s doing it to you. I wonder if her father even knows,” Stein said with a laugh.

     “Knows what?” Crona inquired.

     “Knows that she’s trying moves right out his playbook. I didn’t expect this, but I really shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s mistletoe.”

     “Mistletoe?” Crona said, anxious about what the strange plant was for.

     Stein grinned, and leaned in to talk to them, trying to avoid having Marie within earshot of their conversation.

     “Here’s what I’m going to recommend you do. Stay here and enjoy breakfast first. When you’re done, put on something other than those ridiculous pajamas Marie bought you and head straight to Maka’s apartment with the mistletoe. She’ll know you’re coming, so don’t worry about startling her.”

     “And then what?” Crona asked curiously.

     “Now who am I to spoil the magic of Christmas?” he said with a smile.

     Grasping them by the shoulders, Stein chuckled and said, “Merry Christmas, Crona. Merry Christmas.”

     “Now who’s ready for breakfast?”

Many thanks to @dollypopup, who helped with the numerous revisions this fic needed, and for her encouragement. It wouldn’t be the same without her help.

Merry Christmas everybody!

anonymous asked:

Just reread your Winter Queen Essays, great BtW, prompting this Question: Do you think that Wyman Manderly went through all the motions just prior to the Frey boy's departing from his care because he was trying to protect his immediate family from any potential backlash from the Frey pies saga or was it to protect the legacy of House Manderly for his future descendants? Was this a personal attack on the Freys, never meant to see the light of day or would he have publicly reveled in his deceit?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Oh, I definitely think Manderly was being very careful in how he treated the Freys who came to White Harbor. He knew what revenge he wanted, but I think he wanted to be very clear that he was not some accursed oathbreaker like the Freys; he was going to follow all the rules of guest right, and then take his revenge. He hints as much to Davos at what he is going to do:

“The Freys came here by sea. They have no horses with them, so I shall present each of them with a palfrey as a guest gift. Do hosts still give guest gifts in the south?”

“Some do, my lord. On the day their guest departs.”

“Perhaps you understand, then.” Wyman Manderly lurched ponderously to his feet.

That giving of a guest gift is a very important stage in the host-guest relationship; the act marks the end of a host’s obligation to a guest. Wyman explicitly tells the Freys in Winterfell that he gave his guests “guest gifts” when they left White Harbor, and that “many and more bore witness to our parting”; Manderly was putting on the most obvious show possible to indicate that his obligations as a host - namely, to do no harm to his guests - was at an end. I have no doubt that the minute those Freys made one step outside the gates of White Harbor, Manderly men had them arrested and executed. 

Still, Manderly is not exactly subtle about what he did:

… Wyman Manderly himself served, presenting the first steaming portions to Roose Bolton and his fat Frey wife, the next to Ser Hosteen and Ser Aenys, the sons of Walder Frey. “The best pie you have ever tasted, my lords,” the fat lord declared. “Wash it down with Arbor gold and savor every bite. I know I shall.”

She gestured toward Lord Manderly with her wine cup. "Have you ever seen a fat man so happy? He is almost dancing. Serving with his own hands.”

It was true. The Lord of White Harbor was the very picture of the jolly fat man, laughing and smiling, japing with the other lords and slapping them on the back, calling out to the musicians for this tune or that tune.

And then, toward the end of the feast, he gets even more blatant: 

Lord Manderly was so drunk he required four strong men to help him from the hall. “We should have a song about the Rat Cook,” he was muttering, as he staggered past Theon, leaning on his knights. “Singer, give us a song about the Rat Cook.”

Now, that said, I don’t think Manderly was necessarily going to point-blank tell anyone “Hey, by the way, I killed those Freys and made you eat them”; even drunk, all Manderly does is give broad hints toward it, and he refuses to admit to Hosteen that he did anything to the Freys who visited White Harbor. I think it’s enough for him that he knows what he did, and that he not only stuck himself to all the rules of the host-guest relationship, but avenged his son and all the men who died at the Red Wedding too. Every Northerner knows the story of the Rat Cook, and Manderly would not be similarly cursed; “a man has a right to vengeance”, as that story went, and Manderly had taken his, but had done everything he needed to do as a host before he took it.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

Switching Places Chapter 14 : The More The Merrier

Title: Switching Places Chapter 14
Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Metro PD: Close To You
Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery?
KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA (reference)
Characters: Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru
Summary: One more person is going to join the “party”

Background: If you don’t know what this series is about, here’s a quick summary and reference links. MC Mika is the twin sister of Mia- original MC from KBTBB who’s now unconscious in hospital after an attack, Mika who works in MPD goes undercover and soon discovers about the black market auction plus a series of “troubles”-
Eisuke forces himself on her / Walk into Soryu masturbation / Fun time with the boss Kirisawa / One night stand with creepy doc / Sleeping with lazy Mamo & Eisuke’s fantasy  / Or going on a date with Eisuke? / Drinking game with the bidders

Notes: The last and this chapters are the ones I needed time to plot in order to connect the dots. I thought for a long time what to do BEFORE Mika got kidnapped, originally I planed 3 rescuers for readers to pick (Kirisawa, Mamo or Soryu) but at the end, I gave that up because I couldn’t write 3 extra POV / chapters that wouldn’t mess with the main plot lol sorry for those who love the options :( Maybe next time

Chapter 1: Part 1 Waking Up
Chapter 1: Part 2 Welcome Home
Chapter 1: Part 3A Hell Hole (Option 1 SMUT)
Chapter 1- Part 3 (option 2 ROMANCE)
Chapter 2: Hello Stranger
Chapter 3: Part 1A Someone
Chapter 3: Part 1B What Am I? (Soryu’s ROMANCE)
Chapter 4: Heated Night (Soryu’s SMUT)
Chapter 5: Part 1 Bad Timing (Kirisawa’s SMUT)
Chapter 5: Part 2 Show time (Luke’s SMUT)
Chapter 5: Part 3 Bed time, kid (Mamo;s SMUT)
Chapter 6: Part 1 Morning After
Chapter 6: Part 2 Be Mine, Again (Eisuke’s SMUT)
Chapter 7: Nothing Else
Chapter 8: The One & Only (Soryu’s SMUT)
Chapter 9: Part 1 Behind the Mask
Chapter 9: Part 2 Date Night
Chapter 10: Let The Game Begins
Chapter 11: Make It Right

Chapter 12: Will You Help Me Mamoru?
Chapter 13: GONE

Chapter 14: The More The Merrier

Waking up to find yourself in an unfamiliar room with the cold concrete floor touching your bare skin, Where the hell am I? What’s the last thing I remember? You think to yourself by trying to recall your latest memory but your head hurt from sitting up as you look around the place for a means of escape until a giggle comes from above. “You’re not getting out of here dearie.” You look up to see cameras and speakers on all four corners, “Who are you? Why am I here?” You shout.

Another voice coos, “You don’t know us but we’re going to have so much fun, Mia.” You back away into one of the walls, “Who’re you? How do you know my name?” These must be the same people who attacked Mia. “Nothing personal. Pure payback, if you want someone to blame, take it to your boyfriend.” The younger voice says, then the door cracks open with a pair of red heels right in front of you. “Hi, ready to play?” She asks with a camera in her hand and devilish grin on her scar face.

4th week Monday afternoon

Eisuke wastes no time to yell at Soryu, “Find her.” is all he says before he hangs up and hops on his private jet. Ota and Baba tracks your phone and latest whereabouts while Mamoru speaks to your colleagues for information, Soryu heads to the security room.

Your phone’s been off since Sunday morning and your last known location is right at the hotel, the empty dorm room suggests that you most probably never make it back there. No one seems to remember in great details as they’re all busy with preparation for the IVC. Soryu watches hours of footage and finds a senior staff who walks you out from the corridor. He quickly gathers her address and heads to the dorm, “I’ve got a lead, tell Eisuke if he’s back before me. Tell him I’ll find her.” That’s all he says before Mamoru can ask anything.

“Sorry to bother you.” Soryu greets as the door cracks open, a slender and tiny lady with a surgical mask on her face. (Yes, it’s an actual thing in Asia. Ever since multiple flu outbreaks, people wear mask to prevent the spread of germs) “Sorry..” *Cough cough* “I’ve come down with a flu, pardon me.” *Cough cough* “Come in.” Soryu enters the room few doors down from yours, the flat is slightly bigger but messier.

The lady has gone to make some tea, Soryu sits on the carpet floor and takes a brief scan around the flat. Everything’s kept to minimal, nothing extra or unnecessary, the only decoration is a small photo frame by the nightstand. “That’s my younger sister.” She quietly says, “Here, have some tea, it’ll warm you up.”

A nice cup of tea helps with the cold temperature but not to ease his anxiety. He asks directly about you which she explains seeing you walking wobbly down the corridor so she helps and walks you out to the back door exit where most employees use. A dead end, this doesn’t help with your current whereabouts, he should call the Ice Dragons and gets them to widen the search. He apologizes once again before getting up on his feet, “Sorry to bother you Ms. Akiya.”

Bowing her head, she smirks at him, “Oh, no bother at all, dearie. The more the merrier.” His vision becomes hazy and that’s the last thing Soryu sees right before he collapses.


“If you want revenge, you should go to Eisuke.” Staring at the scar woman across, you quietly study her, her profile, her gesture. “What better way to hurt him than to hurt you?” Her grin sends shivers to your spine, “What has he done to you?” Touching her mark lightly on her cheek, she inhales deeply. “This? Oh it’s my husband.” Time seems to have stood still as she beings telling her story, how handsome Eisuke was and how they hit it off quickly. “I wanted some good sex, he wanted trade secrets, we both delivered until the day my husband offered him a better deal so he sold me out with evidence. My husband divorced me without paying me a single dime, he also gave me this parting gift so I’d remember for the rest of my life. So… I have Eisuke to thank for, don’t you think?” She smiles, brushing that long scar of hers.

“Well, my story is boring, isn’t it? ” Wrapping your hands around your shoulders from your shivering body, you suggest. “Maybe you can give me my clothes back?” Playing with a cigarette in her hand, she chuckles darkly. “But you won’t be needing them.” You swallow, there’s only one door and you’ve no idea what’s outside or how many accomplices are behind that door. “What about you?” Looking up at the cameras, she must be watching. “Oh hi dearie, you want a bedtime story?”

They don’t hesitate on sharing their stories, either they plan to kill you or believe that they won’t get caught. Both reasons are not comforting either, you can’t tell how long you’ve been captured but both the bidders and the team will know you’re missing, will they know where to find you, that’s the question.

“Eisuke owes me a life.” The older voice says as the scar face leaves the two of you “alone”, “My sister’s life, she was young, beautiful, cheerful and hopeful then one day, everything changed.” Another victim of Eisuke, just how many women did he hurt? Was he that good of an actor or were they too blind to care that the guy is an asshole? Why on earth would they fall for someone like him? Yeah, why? Your very own sister has made the exact same mistake, paying the price and lying unconscious at the hospital. “He dumped her like a piece of garbage and worst of all….. He doesn’t even remember her. No big deal, I will make him remember forever.”

She sounds confident and clam but unable to hide the pain and bitterness in her thick voice. The younger woman returns with another cup in her hand, “Here, this will make you feel better.” She says, suddenly sounding creepily sweet. “How do I know there’s no poison in the drink?” Pushing the cup towards you, she stares right into your eyes, “Oh I have no intention to kill you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Wrapping both palms around the small cup, you gulp down the tea and feel the quick warmth in need. “There’s something far worse than death itself.” She says, tilting and resting her head in one palm and watches you, you try to speak but your eyelids get heavier and heavier till they are completely closed.

Chapter 15

Writer’s note:
I know I am not the best fanfic writer but thanks for everyone who put up with my writing and continue following this series, turning something from stress release to something I look forward to doing. Just wanna say thank you and again, happy new year ;)

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This is my gift for Zitronenbomber as a part of the SteveTonyFest this year!

It’s not quite fluff and not quite porn - rather some weird (fully clothed) thing in between - but it will hopefully be to your liking! Enjoy! :D

Monthly Gifts: Part Two  (Newt Fluff)

Words: 825

Type: General/Fluff

Summary: The pain in your ovaries was overwhelming, which caused Newt to help you. :D

    You all should request stuff so I don’t have to bore you all with my imagine ideas. Send some requests! I don’t have school for the rest of the week, so I can handle the imagines! :D

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anonymous asked:

Are "Frey Pies" a breach of guest right?

Thanks for the question, Anon.

Not in Wyman Manderly’ mind. In his mind, he very clearly ended his guest right obligations with the Freys:

“The Freys came here by sea. They have no horses with them, so I shall present each of them with a palfrey as a guest gift. Do hosts still give guest gifts in the south?“

"Some do, my lord. On the day their guest departs.”

“Perhaps you understand, then.”

And he did just that:

“The road has many dangers, ser. I gave your brothers guest gifts when we took our leave of White Harbor. We swore we would meet again at the wedding. Many and more bore witness to our parting.”

In Manderly’s mind, giving the guest gift is the end of the host-to-guest obligations. They ate his bread and salt, so he did not harm them under his roof. He gave them guest gifts when they left, as a token that their guest stay with him had ended. I imagine immediately or almost immediately after he had them arrested and attained in White Harbor. They were no longer his guests, but the murderers of his son and king; he could do with them as he felt just. It’s a different argument, of course, of whether that was really just, or whether that makes Manderly just as bad as the Freys.

The Queen Regent (NFriel)

I remember this one night, we decided we wanted ice-cream and ventured out into the cold in search of some. It was past nine and all the shops were closed so our little trip to the shops turned into a quest. When we got home we sat in my bed, wrapped up in blankets licking ice-cream off each others fingers, laughing hysterically at nothing in particular.

That’s what I miss the most. It’s not the dates, or gifts or just someone to show off to people. It’s having someone you can just exist with. Someone who takes the most normal activities, and turns them into wondrous adventures. Someone who makes the boring parts of life into something magical just by being there with you.

Nothing's fine, I'm torn (part 22)

SURPRISE CHAPTER 22 IS HERE BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING WELL NEITHER DID I BUT YEAH. It’s not as long, but I want to save the rest for the next chapters because the BIG climax is approaching. Enjoy this double update lovelies 💕 xx


“Dear Diary,

This one’s not a long one, but it’s just a thought that crossed through my mind today. Two months… It’s been two months today since the argument with Harry, and everyday is a reminder that it’s not going to get much easier, but surprisingly, I’m finally okay. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what he said to me. It’s insane how fast yet slow time has gone by. Ever since that day, I haven’t seen nor talk to him. He never tried calling, not even a text.
The first few weeks I was a mess, Liam was with me almost everyday comforting me even when he doesn’t have to, but he did. He’s been the only person to believe me and yet I can’t bring myself to feel something for him other than a strong friendship. Entering now the second month of not talking to Harry, I’m still hurting in a way, in many ways. I cried so much.. for days, weeks, nonstop. I’m surprised my eyes didn’t dry up. I don’t know how I’m not crying now, but I guess I just got tired. I would think that after all that, I would hate him for not believing me, for taking her side and not mine.. Truth is, I love him more than I’ve ever had.
He’s my world, but I gave up on him. I really was pathetic for thinking Harry would see who she really was, but I know how stubborn and naïve my Harry is, yes MY Harry. I wonder if he thinks of me, like I think of him. Is she still cheating on him? Not that it’s my problem anymore. They’re relationship is all over the media but I hardly even pay attention. Liam taught me to ignore it all, and I did.
God, I hurt for so long, but finally today, after so long, the tightness in my chest is gone and I can breathe normally again. I don’t feel the same pain I once did, that achingly, crucial pain that tore me. I see things differently now, life has so much more value than crying over someone who just stopped caring.
I run a lot more now, it’s so spiritually cleansing, I go out with a few new friends I made when I went out with Liam a few weeks ago, and vibrantly everything about me has changed in just two months. I matured, I haven’t shed a tear in so long and thank god because my eyes were so irritated. I guess being around Harry was just so toxic for me, but that doesn’t mean I wanted to stay away this long from him. The fact that he just didn’t give a shit anymore broke me at first, but the feeling’s mutual now. I don’t know if Harry and I will ever be friends again, because as much as I miss him, he hurt me and I just can’t forgive him. I dream almost everyday about the kiss we shared and what we could have been. This is a step to recovery from having a broken heart, from just being broken in general. I owe it all to my new best friend, Liam James Payne for pulling me up from my darkest days when I needed someone close to me, he’s my rock.
The day the blinds fall from Harry’s eyes, and everything comes down, I hope he’s strong because after all he’s a good guy, and no matter what.. I will always love Harry Styles with all my heart.. xx”

I put the pen down on my bed, as I sit crossed legged jotting down all I’ve been feeling today. Writing in my diary has become so therapeutic.
I close my diary and get up from my bed, walking over to my new bookshelf. I’ve also been doing a lot more reading now, and my vocabulary has improved impeccably.
I’ve done so many things to distract me and rid of negative thoughts. Harry just keeps creeping in there, just like yesterday and the day before that, and everyday before that.
He’s always gonna be a part of my life, my silly Harry.

I mostly spent all morning cleaning my house, freshening things up a bit. And after that was done I read some books on my Nook. It’s a gift that holds a lot of value for me so I treasure it a lot. It’s three in the afternoon and I am lonely, quite bored to say the least.
That’s until I hear the doorbell. I’m not expecting anyone, who could it be?
I walk over to the door and swing the door open, it’s Liam. Right away my mood lightens up seeing my best friend.

"Hi Liam,” I embrace him in a friendly hug.

“Hey babe, sorry for not calling. Thought I’d surprise ya.” He smiles taking off his shoes leaving them at the front door.

“You’re always welcomed. Thank you for coming anyway I was dying of boredom.” I say walking back to my couch.
Liam takes a seat next to me, pulling his legs across my thighs. I scowl friendly at him, but we both laugh and I let it pass.

“How’re you today? I ask because I know today marks two months since.. You know.” He frowns slightly. I gently place my hand on top of his which rests on his stomach and I give him an assuring squeeze and smile that it’s okay.

“I’m fine honestly. I feel better than I have these past two months Liam. I can finally breathe again, and I’m not as sad anymore. I mean yeah, it still hurts losing Harry, but I guess things happen for a reason, no?” He places his other hand on top of mine, giving me the reassuring squeeze. I feel liberated but at the same time something is holding me back. I need closure to then finally let Harry go for good. It’s toxic and not good for me.
Liam sits up, sitting cross legged and places his fingers under my chin.

“I know this isn’t probably a good time to bring this up, but have you thought about what I proposed to you the other day?” He asks softly. For a second I forgot what he’s talking about, but it clicked right away. Did I forget to mention we might have kissed once or twice.. Made out? This time we were not under the influence of alcohol, but I needed to know something. I thought maybe it could help me gain romantic feelings for Liam if we kissed. It was great, but still, I didn’t feel anything. Not like what I felt when I kissed Harry, that was something else.

I sigh, giving him a weak smile. I fiddle with my thumbs, a new nervous habit I picked up. “I did actually. I mean, I love that you asked for us to go steady and I especially love that you put no pressure on me because you still know about how I feel for Harry, but I’m scared it’ll ruin another friendship, I mean look at how Harry and I turned out? We haven’t spoken a word to each other, I don’t want that for us Liam.” I really don’t want to lead him on if nothing comes out of us going steady, because if Harry still lingers on my mind, that’s not fair to Liam nor me, at all.

“I understand, I do. But if we never try then we’ll never know and I just ask that you give me one chance. Just one,” he holds up his index finger while playfully pouting. I giggle at how cute he is.
“Look don’t answer that now, but do you give me permission to at least kiss you right now? You have mighty fine lips miss,” he winks, smiling cheekily.

I playfully roll my eyes and nudge him on his stomach. You may think this is some weird friends with benefits thing, and I guess it is. I just want to know that if there’s a possibility Liam can really make me fall for him and stop loving Harry, then I want to take that chance. I’m not making any promises, but this is just a trial.
I slowly look up at him, he’s waiting for an answer and I nod slowly up and down.

I place my hands around his neck and bring my head closer to his as his hands rest on my hips.
I know deep down this is wrong, but I need to know if there’s a chance. He gently places his lips on mine, and we begin to slowly build it up. His lips are so soft, but nothing like Har-.. I really need to stop comparing him to Harry.
He deepens the kiss as he enters his tongue into my mouth to fully take over. I can hear small, silent groans coming from deep in his throat. It’s getting more heated as he grips the backs of my thighs to straddle his. I must admit that he knows what he’s doing, it’s no wonder the girls love him. He’s so gentle when making out and if it satisfies him, then so be it.

I place my hands on the couch on either side of his head as his hands grip my waist. Our lips keep moving, our tongues dancing with each other. I don’t feel that spark, but this is too good of a kiss to stop.
“Tell me stop, and I’ll stop,” he says on my lips.

“Don’t, don’t stop,” I whisper back. He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist and lifts me up as he carries me upstairs. My subconscious is yelling for me to stop, but my inner goddess has shown herself, and she’s not ready to stop.

Harry’s POV

Today’s been full of frustrations. Kendall’s going on and on about how something didn’t go her way and I’m seconds away from walking out of this house.

“Harry are you listening to me?” She asks from our walk in closet.

“Mhm,” I hum.

“Of course you are.” She sighs a deep breath.

“Well just let me know when you’re done getting dressed so we can go eat out.” I get up from our bed, making my way
downstairs. The more I think about it, the more I know she’s not the reason why I’m so tensed up today.
I know it has to do with the fact that I haven’t seen or heard of Y/N for two months now. Two whole fucking months. She wasn’t kidding when she said she was done with me, and it’s killing me the way it all went down. I shouldn’t of kicked her out, but there was also no reason for her to accuse Kendall of cheating on me. I’m not justifying the way I treated her, but it’s also not right of her to accuse her like that.

I miss her so much though. If only she knew that I’ve been hurting over losing my best friend, and yet I can’t muster up the courage to call her because I know when she said she was done, it’s because she was done. I treated her like shit, and I regret it every damn day that passes by.
When I said I was unsure of my feelings for her, I discovered after the incident that I did like her. I was developing romantic feelings for her, but I can’t do much about it. Still though, those feelings are still there.

But what she did is unforgivable. Or maybe it is.. I don’t know.
Kendall’s happy she’s not around anymore. But I miss her, so much. It’s going to drive my insane if I don’t see or hear her voice just once.
I contemplate calling her, and after a few minutes of standing around doing nothing, I reach for my phone in my jean pocket and dial in her number. The number that I’ve been wanting to call for so long.. I just need to hear her voice, just once..