‘Supergirl’: Katie McGrath Promoted To Series Regular For Season 3
Lena Luthor will be sticking around. Katie McGrath, who has recurred on Supergirl this season, has been made a regular for the upcoming Season 3, which was recently picked up by the CW. Luthor plays vixen Lena Luthor, the baby sister of Lex Luthor, who came to National City to get out from under the shadow of her notorious brother.
McGrath was introduced in the fourth season of Season 2 and has appeared in seven episodes of the DC drama so far.
The Irish actress also has been recurring on Netflix’s Frontier for two seasons and co-starred on the NBC/BBC series Dracula and BBC’s Merlin. In features, she co-starred in Jurassic World and recently wrapped Guy Ritchie’s King Arthur: Legend of the Sword.
McGrath is repped by Gersh, Luber Roklin Entertainment and Hamilton Hodell.
The leading scorer in NHL history, Gretzky is the only NHL player to total over 200 points in one season – a feat he accomplished four times. The NHL retired his jersey number (99) league-wide, making him the only player to receive this honor. At the time of his retirement in 1999, he held 61 NHL records: 40 regular-season records, 15 playoff records, and six All-Star records. Nicknamed “The Great One,” he has been called “the greatest hockey player ever” by many sportswriters, players, and the NHL itself. [x]
Something I see overlooked when people are talking about the Elements Miniseries intro is the line after all the introductions:
With Finn and Jake, Ice King and Betty, Who knows how it will end It’s Adventure Time!
Betty knows how it’ll end. Does it mean that she thinks she knows because of how crazy she now is, or that she helped cause all the pink candy mysteriousness that’s going on and knows the outcome? Did they just need something to end the theme song? It’s very curious nonetheless, especially since the song itself is sung by Princess Bubblegum.
So I’ve been thinking about my Royalty AU quite a lot recently, especially the part where Phichit shows up (because he is my sweet bab and I adore his friendship with Yuuri), and @realisticallycynical‘s update of In the Rough seriously inspired me.
So anyways, the way I always imagined that meeting to go is that Phichit is visiting to attend some peace talks and strengthen the relationship between himself and prince Viktor, so that the alliance between their countries can remain strong even after the two of them have taken over their respective thrones.
He’s going to be staying at the Nikiforovs’ palace for a week, and just as that initial audience with the King is wrapping up, Phichit makes a somewhat unusual request.
“If it is not too presumptuous of me,” he says, looking at King Yakov rather than his son, “It would provide me great comfort if, for the duration of my stay, the Yutopian gentleman standing with Viktor would act as my aide.”
Viktor protests immediately, but is silenced by a look from his father.
Yuuri has only a sinking feeling as he wonders what his best friend is up to.
“I am sure you have no shortage of aides in your accompaniment,” Yakov states diplomatically as he eyes the assortment of bodyguards and servants that had come with Phichit. “Is there any particular reason you want my son’s personal bodyguard? As you can see, he is quite attached to the young man.”
Phichit casts his gaze to the ground, face twisting into an expression of melancholy that Yuuri can tell in a heartbeat is fake.
“I did not mean any offense,” says Phichit, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. “It is just that…prince Viktor had mentioned his name is Yuuri, yes?”
“Yuuri Nishigori,” confirms Viktor, looking suspicious of Phichit - he has met the young prince in the past once or twice and has gotten along with him reasonably well, but he is feeling a bit mutinous now that Phichit is trying to take his beloved Yuuri away from him.
Only Yuuri notices the slight twitch of Phichit’s lips as he hears the name.
Phichit nods, and smiles a shy smile. “Well you you see, he reminds me greatly of the prince Yuuri of the Katsuki royal family, after whom he was no doubt named,” he explains.
Yakov watches him patiently, an eyebrow raised as if to ask what his point is.
“The Prince Yuuri is my closest friend - we have known each other since childhood, and have spent countless summers together. He is as a brother to me. And, as I doubt you are aware, Prince Yuuri disappeared from his family’s palace several months ago.”
Phichit doesn’t even have to fake the sorrow and the worry that crosses his features then, and Yuuri feels his gut twist unpleasantly at the thought that he’s made his best friend worry so much.
“I miss him terribly, and having Mr Nishigori around would no doubt bring me great comfort during my stay here.”
It’s obvious that Phichit’s little act has worked wonderfully.
There’s a somewhat softer set to Yakov’s features, and even Viktor is feeling sympathetic, though he is still loathe to let his Yuuri go.
They agree to the request, and as Yuuri walks over to Phichit’s side, the glee that lights up the prince’s face is entirely genuine.
Yuuri bows deeply to him and greets him formally, an action that has Phichit’s eyes glittering with laughter as Yuuri pulls out of his bow.
Phichit and his company are dismissed to their assigned chambers after that, shown the way by a curious maid who keeps darting glances at Yuuri, wondering what he’s doing with their party.
And before long, they’re in Phichit’s private chambers, and the only ones there are Leo and Guang Hong, discreetly keeping out of the way and unpacking Phichit’s belongings.
Phichit and Yuuri take one look at each other, and immediately collapse over each other in laughter.
The two of them are inseparable for the rest of the week. Yuuri stays in Phichit’s quarters and even shares a bed with him (not that anyone else knows that). Yuuri recognizes all the servants Phichit has brought with him, knows them as intimately as he does the servants in his own palace back home, and they all greet him warmly as one of their own. At least in Phichit’s quarters, Yuuri is treated as the prince that he is, and he has to admit that there is a part of him that has missed this.
It all helps soothe the terrible homesickness that has been churning unpleasantly in his gut for months now.
Viktor watches from the sidelines, and he sees how easily Yuuri smiles at Phichit, how they can communicate entire conversations with a quirk of an eyebrow and a vague hand gesture.
And he might be suspicious at how well they seem to know each other despite only meeting a few days ago, if he wasn’t already so busy burning with jealousy and worry that Yuuri will leave him because he likes Phichit better.
After Phichit and his company leave (Yuuri watching wistfully after them until they’ve disappeared from view), Viktor spends the next few weeks being especially clingy of Yuuri, until eventually he is reassured that Yuuri won’t leave him.
(A few months later, after the cat has finally been let out of the bag and after Viktor has made his unexpected proposal, Yura lets out a dramatic “AHA!!!” and everyone turns to stare at him.
“No wonder you were so comfortable around Prince Phichit!!” he exclaims. “He knew who you were all along!”)
You fell through one of the many holes in the collapsed roof, crashing
down harshly upon a pile of stone rubble. The shock of the impact knocked the
wind out of you and for a moment you feared you had somehow fallen back into
your own world. Wouldn’t that be just your luck? Your vision cleared and you
looked around the gray chamber, the walls leaning and crumbling inward. You
reached out slowly to retrieve the sword which had clattered from your grip and
used it to help yourself to your feet.
We wrapped up the King Baby school and store tour, thanks for a great two weeks to all these kiddos! King Baby is here, I’m going back to my polar bears and maple syrup in Canada. Might sketch a few more if they come to mind, kids throw things a mile a minute. I possibly want to work with them forever.
Contrary to popular belief, giving birth doesn’t just *happen*, so in this fic, you will see the real side of birth, not the Hollywood version. Also, I am inept at doing hyperlinks so you will have to search for part one on my blog. I apologize.
Rowan felt icy hot fear race through his veins as Yrene nodded her assent. Aelin paled, her hand shooting out to grab his. “But Aelin, as this is your first child, the first stage of your labor will take some time, so I would prepare for a long day and night. Your water hasn’t broken yet, right?” Aelin nodded slowly. Gods, she was pale. “Well, expect that in a few hours, and as soon as it happens, send for me.” Rowan squeezed Aelin’s hand lightly, “We will.” Aelin only groaned, “Can’t you just yank him out?” Rowan shut out the image, and glared at her. Yrene also seemed mildly concerned at that little quip, and shook her head vigorously, “No, for a few reasons, but I can give you an extremely mild pain tonic.” Aelin swallowed hard, “I’ll take the tonic.”
After asking Yrene just what the hell they were supposed to do until Aelin was ready, Rowan and Aelin decided to tell their friends. But that would require they get dressed.
“Rowan? Can you grab this dress for me?” Aelin voice wavered slightly, and Rowan turned from his side of the ginormous closet. He quickly made his way over to Aelin, who was having difficulties reaching one of her blue dresses. He slowly handed it to her. Rowan watched as she slipped it over her body, the soft blue silk sighing against her skin. Her hair was still in its knot, pieces flying free. Aelin tugged it down over her bump, looked at him. “You’re starring, Buzzard.” He smirked and made his way behind her to tie her laces. “You are beautiful, why shouldn’t I stare?” Rowan tugged lightly, and made a knot before turning her to face him. “We are going to be fine, Aelin. I promise.” Her eyes shuddered, and she heaved a breath as she pressed her face to his chest. “I know, it’s just so scary. I— this poor little baby’s going to be in our world, and out here I can’t protect him. I can’t protect him from the mean things, or the things that hurt.” Rowan felt his shirt grow damp beneath her face, and for once he didn’t have a speech, so he told her the truth.
“I think that’s the part about being a parent, growing and feeling with your child. Learning how to give and take, letting them pick themselves up every once in a while, and the rest of the time being for them when they fall.” Aelin groaned, and Rowan thought he had laid it on a bit too thick, but when he saw Aelin’s grimace of pain, he realized it was just another contraction. He ran a hand up her back in a soothing manner, murmuring into her hair, “Do you still want to call for them? We could just tell them when you are ready.” Aelin considered it.
“I just want to tell Aedion and Lys. But I wish Elide were here.” Rowan nodded against her head, “Lorcan said they’d be here in a week or so.” Aelin sighed heavily and pulled away, a hand on her stomach. “I’d just like to speak to someone who knew what it’s like. Someone who knew what it was like to bring a child into the world.” Rowan smiled down at his queen. She was so beautiful, and his heart ached with how much he loved her. Rowan didn’t think there were words for what he felt every time he remembered that she was with his child, that she wanted this, that they were going to have a family. He leaned in to kiss her neck, then nipped at her jaw. “Brush your hair, Princess. Then we can call the hounds.” Aelin elbowed him sharply, but waddled off to the bathing room to finish up.
Aelin sighed through her nose as she dropped onto the fainting couch in their sitting room, watching as Rowan arranged the wood in the hearth. He stepped away and she ignited it with half a thought. The pull of her magic felt odd, though. For the past two months, whenever she’d pulled on the thread of her magic, it felt … unstable, as though it could go out of control at any moment. Perhaps it had something to do with her fluctuating emotions. Aelin sighed through her nose and grabbed a throw pillow, slipping it behind her. Rowan prowled over slid next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He always seemed to find a reason to be touching her nowadays. She allowed him to tuck her into his side, that familiar scent of his washing over her. “How do you feel?” Aelin cleared her throat, running a hand down his chest. “I feel fine, just anxious.” She felt Rowan nod, the hand that was draped around her shoulders made idle strokes along her silk-clad arm, and she hummed a bit at the contact. They sat there for a few more minutes in silence until someone knocked on their door. Rowan sighed and pulled his arm away, groaning as he stood. Aelin smiled wickedly as she readjusted herself, “Old Man.” He only flipped her a vulgar gesture as he pulled open the door.
Aelin felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth as Aedion and Lysandra stepped in, smiles on both of their faces. Aelin rose from the couch with minor difficulties, and tried her best to look regal and Queenly as she walked over to them. She hadn’t seen the pair before her in over two months, and judging by their faces they were surprised, to say the least, to see her looking so huge. Aelin hadn’t had time the evening before to see them as soon as they’d arrived, busy putting the finishing touches on the baby’s nursery. Lysandra hurtled forward, wrapping her arms around her shoulders, careful of her stomach. “Oh, look at you! You inflated” The woman exclaimed, pulling away to examine her. Aelin smiled softly, a hand now covering her belly, “Well, that’s sort of what happens.” Lysandra smiled even wider as Aedion and Rowan stepped forward, her cousin wrapping her in a crushing hug. Aelin huffed as he crushed her shoulders, and patted him on the back, “Hello, Aedion.” .
“Aedion! Careful, you great oaf!” Aelin heard Lys admonish, and Aedion pulled away mumbling sorry. Aelin hadn’t realized how much she missed the two in front of her as Rowan sidled over to stand next to her. Aelin grabbed his broad hand, and she could feel him telling her to speak. “Lys, Aedion, I—” Lysandra held up a slender hand, “Aelin, before you say whatever it is you have to say, we have a surprise.” Lysandra stepped away and went to the door. Aelin glanced up at Rowan, who only shook his head. He didn’t know either. Lysandra pulled open the door and in stepped Dorian, Chaol, and Manon.
Rowan watched Aelin’s face lift as she beheld her friends, “Dorian! What are you doing here?” The King smiled charmingly, and walked farther into the room, his eyes dancing with delight.
“We decided to come a little early, just to visit before the celebrations.” The king wrapped Aelin in a light hug, then turned to Rowan and stretched out a hand, which Rowan shook firmly. “Good to see you, Rowan,” Dorian said with a grin. Rowan dipped his head, “And you as well.” Manon turned to Aelin, a slightly less horrifying smile on her face than usual.
Rowan tensed as the witch looked Aelin over slowly, but she only said, “Majesty, congratulations.” That same soft smile returned to Aelin’s face, and she turned to Chaol, who seemed to still be adjusting to Aelin newfound size, “Congratulations, Aelin. Nesryn told me to say hello, and that she was sorry she couldn’t make the journey, but she couldn’t leave Tila.” Aelin nodded in agreement, “I understand.” Dorian began telling them of the journey there, and Rowan watched as Aelin paled and placed a hand on her stomach. Only he and Manon noted the movement. Rowan slid closer to his Mate, and wrapped an arm around her waist, folding her into his side as they waited for the contraction to pass. Aelin wrapped her own arm around his waist and squeezed hard, but her face was blank. It often scared him how good she was at hiding her pain.
Dorian continued on with his tale, though, chuckling as he told of Chaol being watched by the Little Folk, to which the captain spluttered at and refused the part about screaming when he’d turned over and was met by those depthless eyes. Aedion laughed loudly, and Rowan chuckled warmly. It was good to be back in their company, even if it was at such a tense time. And even if every single instinct in Rowan’s body was telling him to snarl and growl at the five in front of him for the simple act of being within spitting distance of his pregnant mate. There was a loud gasp, and Aelin tugged at his shirt, “Rowan—” He glanced down at her, the blood draining from his face. “Rowan, my water—”
Rowan nodded wordlessly, and heard Dorian mutter a curse as he beheld Aelin. “Is she … Are you?” Manon elbowed Dorian hard enough that he hissed in pain. Rowan didn’t need to look at Aedion for the male to swoop in and help Aelin to the couch with him. As they walked he barked at Lysandra, “Get Yrene, and hurry.” The woman didn’t utter a word as she hauled open the door and shifted into a ghost leopard.
“You’re in labor?” Aedion exclaimed as he and Rowan helped her to sofa. Aelin gritted her teeth as she sat, clutching Rowan’s hand. She glared daggers at Aedion, but she had no real reason to be angry with him, so she leashed herself, but still spat, “Yes, and I have been for the past two hours.” Aedion blanched considerably, but said nothing. Wise man. Rowan shot a glance towards Aedion, a frown tugging at his lips. “That was why we called you two up here, we didn’t expect you to bring the court of Adarlan.” His voice was rough enough that Aelin squeezed his hand even harder, “Play nice, Ro’.” Rowan huffed and sat beside her, a hand settling on her back, his fingers drawing soothing patterns. She leaned into his touch, wishing they were alone. She watched as Dorian moved before her, concern written all over his face. “Do you want us to leave?”
Aelin looked down at her half-soaked dress, then back at him. “I— Not until Yrene gets here.” Dorian nodded, and looked to Chaol, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Not how you planned today to go, is it?” Chaol stood pale and awkward near the door, shaking his head. “Not exactly.” Dorian smirked, and looked back at her, “You know, when Nesryn was having Tila, he passed out.” Chaol scoffed, “I did not pass out, I—” Dorian cut in, “Fainted.” Aelin let out a strangled laugh, and squeezed Rowan’s hand, studying his tense face as he shifted his eyes to hers.
We are here for you, Fireheart, they seemed murmur. Aelin took a steadying breath. She knew, no matter what, they would be there, her friends. And he— above all would be there no matter what. I love you, Rowan. Her king gave her a small smile, and just as she opened her mouth to speak the door swung open, and Lysandra prowled in, bringing Yrene with her.
The healer’s face was flushed, no doubt having run up here, her lips set in a determined line. “I want everyone out except the parents-to-be.” Aelin looked to Dorian, a sigh escaping her. “I’ll see you soon, thank you for the visit, however short it was.” Her friend gave her an easy smile, “We’ll be here.”
The man started towards the door, but turned and smiled even wider. “Well, just so you know, if you two are looking names, Dorian means gift. Which I am.” Rowan rolled his eyes, scoffing. “First of all, we’ve decided on names. Second of all, it’s going to be a girl.” Aelin felt a giddy laugh blooming inside of her and she realized it was due to her nerves, but she covered it with a cough, and shot a glare in Rowan’s direction. “We are not sure that it’s a girl, Rowan.” Dorian chuckled and glanced towards Manon, “Well then, Manon, or even better Doris.”
Aelin grimaced, and vigorously shook her head. “We are not naming our daughter—” But Yrene was ushering the King towards the door, sending a pointed glance towards both Chaol and Manon. “You can chat when she’s not in labor. Yes, General this includes you and Lysandra.” Yrene snapped when she saw Aedion’s defiant stance. Both he and Lys exchanged a glance and nodded, reluctantly. Her friends began to file out the door, and she caught Lysandra’s eyes. The shifter gave her a gentle smile, and mouthed the words: You’ll be fine. Aelin nodded giving her a watery smile. They all gave her and Rowan a small bow and left.