Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Libraries and Lessons (YGO)

Zara stood with Seht in the library, the pair were looking over a few of the scrolls for various spells and court ceremonies. While, Zara did not possess one of the Millennium Items, she was given the title of Court Sorceress. A title she shared with Mahad but his word held more weight as he held the Millennium Ring.

"What about this one?" Seht asked as he pointed at the line of script he had been reading.

Zara looked at the scroll on the table, she read the lines with intense scrutiny. "This could work, as the ceremony only requires lotus flowers. I can easily grow or conjure them prior to court," she answered as she met Seht's sapphire stare.

"You truly are magnificent," the young Priest softly commented.

Zara's cheeks flushed at the compliment given to her. "Seht," she whimpered before a set of lips were pressed against her own.

A gasp escaped the female spell-caster's mouth, Seht took the chance to deepen the kiss. Zara willingly gave in, her arms wrapped themselves around Seht's back. One of her hands played with a few stray pieces of soft brown hair.

Before, the pair could continue any further a crash resounded in the library walls. The pair jumped apart, Zara and Seht looked at one another wide eyes on both their faces. Together they moved along the shelves to reach the end of the aisle. Seht reached for his Millennium Rod, should he need to use it. Silently, the duo glanced around the room in search of the noise.

Zara spotted the top a familiar head, hiding away in a large pot in the corner of the library. She placed a finger to her lips, before giving a pointed gesture to Mana's location with her head. The female watched as Seht’s shoulders sagged in relief. He quickly put his Millennium item away, before he followed behind his betrothed.

The priest stopped a few feet away to allow Zara a moment to speak softly the apprentice magician. He knew better than to interfere with Zara’s scoldings, lest he desired to receive one as well. Seht, held no true power over the palace’s spellcasters, just they had no power over the priests and priestesses. He respected the difficult tasks placed upon them. His beloved helped open his eyes to their tasks, long ago a short time after his arrival at the palace.

“Mana are you skipping lessons? Again,” Zara exasperatedly inquired as she looked at Mahad’s apprentice with a raised eyebrow.

Man’s brown hair popped out of the jar as she looked at Zara with large cartoonish eyes. The young student giggled awkwardly at the situation. “Um, my teleportation spells need some work. I wanted to arrive in the gardens, not the library. Haha oops,” she sheepishly explained as she looked at Zara.

“Oh, Mana,” Zara sighed before she closed her eyes and shook her head. Her dark waves trailed after the movements. A pink orb appeared in front of the female magician. “Mahad, she is safe in the library,” she commented.

In a blink, the orb disappeared from view.

Seht stepped forward until he was only just behind Zara. “You weren’t too far off, Mana,” he remarked as he looked at the training spell caster.

“Seht’s right, Mana, you were only a few yards from the garden. You are greatly improving,” Zara added a nod and soft smile.

Mana perked up at the compliments from Seht and Zara. She knew that Zara was just as strong as Mahad with magical abilities, despite being six years younger. Mana remembered as a child, Zara and Mahad quickly advancing in their magical studies. She hoped to one day be as strong as the pair.

“Thank you,” she accepted the compliments with a blush on her face.

Zara sent her friend a smile. “Let’s get you out of the pot. I imagine Mahad will be here soon,” she suggested. “But teleport out of the pot, instead of climbing.” She added in hopes of helping Mana. Zara wanted to asses the control her friend had in short distance teleportation.

Mana nodded, she closed her eyes. Both Seht and Zara could see the concentration grow in her features as she quietly spoke the words in the spell. With sharp eyes, Zara watched as Mana slowly faded out of the pot, she looked around and saw a cloud form near one of the tables.

Soon after, Mana was in full appearance. She happily cheered at her accomplishment.

“Well done, Mana,” Mahad’s voice echoed through the large room.

The trio looked around to see Mahad, he appeared before the group as magic rippled up and down his form to make him visible. He approached Seht and Zara, with a proud expression on his face.

Mana flushed at the praise, her eyes wide at Mahad’s presence. “Um, how long have you been there?” she asked.

“Since, Zara ordered that you teleport out of the pot. Of course, invisibility spells are helpful. You weren’t able to see me, but you did a wonderful job Mana. You are excused from the rest of today’s lessons,” the male spell-caster said with a warm smile on his face.

Mana happily yelled before she ran out of the library. Her voice echoed as she called for Atem. Zara laughed at her friend’s enthusiam, but she happy to see Mana enjoy herself. She suspected Atem would soon be hearing the story of Mana’s adventure.

Zara smiled at Mahad, “That was very generous of you.”

“She did a wonderful job. Thank you for helping her, Zara,” Mahad told his friend and fellow spell-castress.

Zara rolled her eyes at Mahad’s compliment, “I didn’t want her feel defeated. Besides, she has improved greatly these last few months. Seht was not wrong when he told her she wasn’t far from the garden. She’ll be ready soon, I imagine you’ll have your hands full in the coming weeks.”

Mahad shook his head. “Did you find a spell or enchantment for the closing of the court ceremonies?” Mahad inquired with a change of subject.

“We found a spell that could work, it seems simple enough,” Seht answered his friend as he led them back to the table where he and Zara had been.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Birthday Plans

The bell rang, dismissing class students rushed from their seats to get to their next class in the five minute passing period. Luckily for Avis, her next class was just across the main hallway. She stopped by her locker to change her science binder for her English binder and textbook. As she closed the locker door, a hand landed on her shoulder. The teenager jumped in fright, but the familiar tinkle sound of laughter made Avis grin as she realized who it was that had sneaked up behind her.

"Celia," she gasped as she placed a hand over her heart. "You scared me to death!"

Celia grinned, her soft blonde hair fell straight over her shoulders, as brushed it away from her face. "Sorry, couldn't resist. It was too much fun to not," she admitted with another laugh.

Avis grinned and shook her head, her fire-orange waves followed. "Were's Abi? She's usually with you."

"She ran to her locker, since it's in D-wing. We'll meet her in class," Celia reassured her friend with a smile on her face.

Together the duo navigated their way from the science wing. They crossed the main hallway with a few bumps as they made it to the other side. The door was open and the pair slipped inside. Avis placed her binder and text book in her seat, before she followed Celia. Celia sat in her seat and Avis sat on the desk, her legs swung out.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Celia commented as she looked up to meet her friend's eyes.

"Me either, it's going to be an awesome night. You and Abi both celebrate your eighteenth's before I do. You tomorrow, and Abi in March. I hate you both but I love you at the same time," Avis sighed as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, we can't help when we're born, can we Celia?" Abi asked as she approached her two friends. Together the pair smiled as they looked at Avis with teasing grins on their face.

Before Avis could reply the bell rang. Avis hopped off the desk and made her way to her seat.


Dedicated to Cora Nave, one of my closest friends, who didn't make it to her eighteenth birthday. Happy early Birthday Cora, love you. Give Grandpa a hug for me and wish him a happy birthday from me.

Friday, January 5, 2018

Fate's Meeting

The purple haired woman stood in the window and gazed at the sky, her silver dress sparkled and glowed from the soft light of the fireplace. She stood out in contrast to the dark gray sky outside and the warmth of the room. Her golden eyes captivated by the white crystals that fell from the sky, but never made it to ground in the structure. The falling flakes didn't stop one Avery Grace from enjoying the view, it reminded her of raining glitter. The snow had always captivated since she could read the black words on her left arm.

Her left hand pressed against the glass pane, thoughts dwelling on snow and the desire to be outside.

"What has you so awestruck from snow?" a voice asked from behind the violet haired woman.

Avery's shoulders tensed as those familiar words registered into her thoughts. A glance over her shoulder, allowed her to see the person fate had determined belonged to her.


Monday, January 1, 2018

2018 (Blog) Resolutions

Hey everyone, it's a new year. Time for a new beginning or more motivation. With the arrival of 2018, I have some things that I plan to do for the blog and my writing.

  • Daily Writing, this was a habit I started last year and I wish to continue.
  • Quality vs. Quantity, I'll be posting twice a week on Mondays and Fridays to give you longer pieces. Some pieces might be pre-written but some won't be.
  • NaNo, I will try to do both Camp NaNo in April and July at the same time as the blog. They'll be separate projects but I want to do more writing.
  • NaNoWriMo, typically, I shut the blog down. This year I want to provide snippets or even just update you about what I've done for my project. These posts will be once weekly, I'm sure.
  • Updates/Favorites, these will be once a month or every two months. I want to share some things that I'm liking for you to get to know me more.
  • Tumblr, I want to use this more. I wanted to last year but inevitably failed. I would like to post once a month with just random sneak peeks or interesting facts. I'll link it at a later date.
So, these are my blog resolutions for 2018. If I think of anymore, I'll add it to a post script. See you all on Friday in our first piece of the new year. 


Sunday, December 31, 2017

New Year's Party (Amy-DC)

Amy leaned into Oliver's side as they stood on the balcony of their loft, it was a quiet moment for the couple. Inside a party to ring in the New Year was happening, the couple stepped out to just enjoy a few moments of quiet.

A shiver ran up Amelia's back as the cold of Star City brushed against her face.

"You alright?" Oliver asked as he looked at his wife.

"Cold," she admitted as she shook in her dark wine colored dress.

The Mayor of Star City chuckled at his wife, before he led her back inside the warmth of their home. He grinned as he caught sight of all of their friends present to celebrate the New Year with him and Amy. He spotted William, with Ella at his side. His daughter was bouncing with excitement, he knew looked at the clock and saw it was just after ten. Suspicion told him that Ella wouldn't be awake to celebrate the New Year with everyone.

"Amy, we need your input on something," Caitlin called over from one of the couches in front of the fire.

Amy kissed Oliver on the lips before she moved to join her friend with cold powers. The petite brunette joined Caitlin, Iris, Felicity, Sara, Kara, and Alex. Oliver couldn't hear the conversation but something it certainly had captured his wife's interest.

Barry Allen, The Flash, sidled up to Oliver with a champagne flute in his hand. "So, you've officially retired as Green Arrow?" Barry not so casually asked as he looked at his friend and mentor.

"I did," he admitted as he took a sip from his own glass. "Amy and I had a long discussion about it. But overall, I wanted to be home with Amy to help her with Ella, Tommy, and Laurel. William needs me around more, too. Luke's take up the mantle. He's capable, he's also an original member of the team."

"Do you think Star will be able to tell the difference?" Barry wondered as he looked at Oliver.

"They haven't so far. I'm not sure they ever will," Luke said from behind Barry and Oliver.

The two men turned to look at the new Green Arrow of Star City. Barry and Oliver chuckled as they caught sight of how ridiculous he looked.

Luke Carter had glitter on his face, and his party hat was a monstrosity hurt both the Speedster and Mayor's eyes. Neither could look at the former ARGUS agent for long.

"Luke, what are you wearing?" Ollie asked his brother-in-law.

Luke looked up as if he could see his head, "Oh, Ella, she's got Cisco and James in something similar," he admitted as he sent his friends a grin.

Barry looked contemplatively at the hat, "I'm getting one from Ella," he said as he strode away to go see his goddaughter.

Oliver threw his head back and groaned. Luke chortled at his best friend's misery.

Meanwhile, with the women they were all gossiping about work, marriage, and other things. Caitlin was discussing some more science with Alex about meta's. Amy glanced at Felicity and studied her sister-in-law.

"Alright, Amy, you've now had three children, two only seven months ago. How did you get your figure back so quickly?" Iris demanded as she looked at the petite brunette.

Amy rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Honestly, it's all Ollie. He had me on the salmon ladder or working out with him about two months after Laurel and Tommy were born. He did the same thing after he got back from his stint with the League of Assassins," she admitted as she looked at her friends.

"Oh god, the salmon ladder?!?!?!" Caitlin shrieked as she looked at Amelia with wide eyes.

The mother of four gravely nodded as she leaned into the comfy couch. "It was horrible after Ella's birth, since it had been six months after her birth. Dig and Luke had been trying to get me back into shape. But with Ollie's sudden disappearance..." she trailed off not sure how to really continue.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms wrapped themselves around Amelia's shoulders. Amy recognized the cold touch of Caitlin and the slightly warm touch of Kara. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her friends.

"Guys, I'm okay. I've got Ollie and my kids. Not to mention a huge family full of superheroes who don't all live on this earth," she reminded her friends.

"Doesn't matter, we still want to hug you," Kara said as she tightened her grip.

"Love you, too, Kara," Amy sighed as she relaxed into the affectionate hugs.


Friday, December 29, 2017

Gala Surprises (Amy-DC)

“Amelia, we need to go,” Roger Carter yelled up the stairway, in the hope that his youngest child and only daughter would magically appear downstairs, ready for the evening.

Roger impatiently waited with his wife and their two sons. His daughter was still upstairs, apparently, putting on the final touches for the night’s event. He sighed as he wondered what could be taking his daughter so long, all she had to do was wear a suitable dress for the formal setting of the night.

He anxiously checked his watch on his wrist as he began to pace at the bottom of the stairs. In all of the years that he and his wife had attend galas never had Ellen taken as long as Amelia did. He watched as Lucas rolled his eyes at his sister’s actions.

“Roger, calm down, we’re no where near being late,” ellen soothingly told her husband with worried eyes.

Roger paused midstep to look at his wife, “Ellen, whenever we attened galas, Amelia makes us late, always. Have you never noticed?” he asked sarcastically.

Eleanor frowned at her husband’s tone, she knew her daughter took time but Amelia only wanted to live up to the family repuation. Something that Roger never seemed to understand. “I’ll go check on her,” she snapped as she climbed the stairs to escape her husband’s irritated mood.

On the landing, she paused and gasped in a breathe as she caught sight of her daughter. Amelia abruptly stopped, she nervously wrung her fingers together. Just behind the twenty-two year old female stood Margaret Carter-Sousa, the Carter-Sousa Matriarch, and Roger’s mother. Despite, Peggy being in her seventies, she looked lovely and Amelia looked very much like Peggy. It was like looking at Amelia when she would be seventy.

“You look beautiful, Amy,” Ellen told her daughter as she gently pulled her into her arms for a hug.

Amy buried her face into her mom’s dark waves, that were styled 1940’s waves, she breahed in the familiar scent of roese and honeysuckle. Her arms around her mother as she tried to clam herself. “Thanks, mama,” she mumbled into her mother’s hair.

Ellen pulled away to study the soft lilac colored dress, it hugged her daughter’s slim build quite well. As Ellen took a closer look at the dress, something about it felt familiar to her but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Come along, you two, we best get moving before Roger storms up here. Honestly, that boy knows nothing about patience,” Peggy muttered with a roll of her dark brown eyes, as she moved to the staircase.

“Oh, Nana, let me help you,” Amy offered as she offered an arm for her grandmother.

Ellen shook her head as she followed behind her mother-in-law and daughter. As the trio approached the bottom, Roger, again, began to complain about women taking far too long to get ready. Amy frowned at her father’s words, but she knew he didn’t enjoy attending the lavish parties, just as she didn’t.

“Roger, the next time you receive an invitation to a gala, I highly recommend you decline to make an appearance,” Peggy chastised her son with a grimace on her face. Her eyes were narrowed as she caught her son’s dark eyes, the same ones that Amelia and Peggy herself all had set into their features. “Now, get moving or else the Queen family will think us rude.”

Peggy and Amy walked past the trio of Carter men to move to the waiting limousine, in front of the door. Ellen accepted the arm, Roger offered as they followed behind the matriarch and heiress. Henry and Lucas, both trailed at their own leisurely paces but never were behind with their long strides.

The six sat in the back of the limo, Amelia’s attention unfocused as her thoughts drifted to the guest list of the Queen gala. Elite families from all over the country were supposedly going to be attending the nights events, she briefly wondered if one Wayne heir, would be making an appearance. As quickly as Amy entertained the thought, she shook her head to clear her mind of those thoughts.

Bruce rarely attend galas that didn’t benefit one of his charities. She hadn’t seen the billionaire since his return from his supposed death. It seemed that Bruce Wayne was willing to throw away anyone from his past.

Amelia pushed those thoughts away as they reached the driveway of the Queen Estate. There were rows and rows of photographers and journalists wanting pictures and comments of the night’s events.

“Remember, no speaking to reporters,” Roger reminded his children as he looked at the three of them.

Amy, Henry, and Luke nodded like little ducklings. “And please no trouble,” he pleaded before he stepped out of the limousine, with a fake smile plastered on his face.

The three children looked at one another and rolled their eyes, but waited patiently for their turn to exit the vehicle. Roger helped both his wife and mother out of the limousine. Henry exited after his grandmother, Luke was quick to follow with Amelia just behind. As she stepped out of the car, flashes and shouts were quickly sent in her direction.

With a warm smile, Amelia accepted Luke’s arm as they climbed the stairs to enter the gala. The questions followed the family, but not a word was spoken as they entered the doorway. Just inside the foyer was Oliver Queen, with Laurel Lance.

Amy smiled as they stopped to greet the duo, her parents kept the conversation brief. As did her grandma, but it didn’t bother the Carter children.

“Hi, Ollie,” Amy warmly greeted her chidhood friend and former dance partner, with a quick hug.

“Amy,” he sighed in annoyance as he pulled away. “You look lovely, much better than when we were children,” he added with a chuckle.

“So mean,” she said as she moved to hug Laurel. “Laurel, you look stunning. It’s such a shame, Ollie looks dim next next to you,” she complimented as she threw the retort to her friend with a playful grin on her face.

Laurel laughed as she hugged Amy. “Before you two get into anything that could be disastrous, stop,” she ordered as he looked between the two. “But thank you, I love this lilac color on you. I knew you were nervous about this color but it looks amazing.”

A bright blush bloomed on Amy’s cheeks as she looked down at her feet. “Thank you,” she mumbled in embarrassment. “How’s the party going?” she asked as she looked at Oliver in hopes that he would change the subject.

“There are lot of interesting guests inside,” the former playboy admitted as he nervously played with his tie, loosening the collar from his throat.

Amy frowned and with narrowed eyes studied the Queen Consolidated CEO, “Who’s here that I’m not supposed to know about, Oliver?” she asked with a tilt of her head. Her dark waves fell more heavily over her right shoulder.

The tall male gulped, as he tried to think of an answer. He should have known better than to comment about the guests. He peeked over at Laurel from the corner of his eyes, and frowned as he saw her pinched expression. The tall golden haired woman, was not going to help him out this situation.

“Oliver?” Amy asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot tapped impatiently against the polished wooden floor.

With a sigh of defeat, Oliver looks down at Amy with sorrow filled eyes. “Bruce is here,” he admitted to one of his closest and dearest friends.

Amy’s gasps a breathe as her heart stops for a beat, before it begins to slam into her rib cage over and over. Brown eyes grown wide at the news. Time has stopped for Amelia as she realizes that Bruce had decided to attend the Queen’s gala.

“Amy?” Oliver called out hesitantly as he began to worry for her.

With a gasp, Amy shook her head as she took deep breathes to calm her racing heart. Her eyes closed as she tried to regain her nerve to actually go inside. “I’m fine, Ollie, but I’m beginning to wonder if I can hide out in the garden before anyone realized I never actually made it inside,” she pondered as she blinked up at Oliver and Laurel.

Laurel pulled Amy to stand beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I’m sure your dad would notice quicker than you would want. Or mine would notice, he is a detective after all,” she reminded the small and slim brunette, who looked like a 1940’s movie star.

Amy groaned and threw her head back, temptation to bang her head against the wall called. But she knew better, her parents and Nana had taught her how to properly behave at formal events. Translation, do nothing to embarrass the family or herself, lest she wished for all of the country to learn of her mannerisms. “This is one of those times, where I wish I could turn invisible,” she sighed as she looked back at her friends.

“Me too, Mia, me too,” Laurel agreed with soft sigh, as she hugged Amelia to her side.

A soft chime rang from the ballroom to the foyer.

“We better get in there, before people think we ran off together,” Oliver said as he smiled at the two women present.

Giggles of laughter rang from the two females, “It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought that,” Amy reminded Oliver.

Oliver shook his head, before he offered an arm out to each of them. Both, Laurel and Amelia accepted proffered arm, as they moved to the ballroom. Quietly they slunk into the room and joined the crowd as if they had been apart of the audience from the beginning. The cocktail hour appeared to be going quite well.

Many business men and politicians stopped the trio to say their hellos. Compliments flowed to Laurel and Amelia for their beauty, while many tried to make business deals or personal inquires of the trio. Some dared to ask of the relationship status, of the female pair attached to the Queen son. Neither female gave a straight answer, but many jested Oliver’s ability to handle the two gorgeous women on his arms.

Stares fell on the trio as they circled the room, to greet the guests. Whispers escaped loose lips, from those who drank one too many glasses of the expensive and wonderful champagne served. Three families ignored the rumors spread about the three adults, as Oliver was engaged to Laurel and Amelia would be co-maid of honor for the nuptials. The trio were close friends and had been for years, ever since Amelia had invited Laurel to her house for a play date with Oliver.

Unseen to Amelia, Oliver, and Laurel a pair of bright sapphire blue eyes followed the movements of the brunette member of the trio. Envy and shock filled Bruce Wayne as he glimpsed at Amelia Margaret Danielle Carter-Sousa. When he fled Gotham after Joe Chill’s trial, she had been a gangling awkward thirteen year old girl.

The woman who now greeted the many socialites in attendance, was not the same Amelia. Somewhere in the eight years that Bruce had been gone, she had grown up. No longer was she the little girl who followed after him like a duckling to their mother. Now, she was a swan, graceful and elegant yet something dangerous glinted in her eyes at times. No she wasn’t the same.

Bruce downed the remaining champagne in his glass, he exchanged the empty flute on a tray as a waiter approached for a new one. The billionaire confidently strode towards Robert and Moira Queen, the pair warmly greeted the newly returned man. A few moments later, Oliver, Laurel, and Amelia approached the trio.

Amelia moved forward to accept hugs from Thomas and Moira, who were her second set of godparents. She met Bruce’s gaze over Moira’s shoulder, quickly she averted her attention to the questions the pair asked. A warm smile fell on her lips from the conversation.

“Bruce don’t just stand there, come say hello,” Moira chastised the billionaire.

Bruce moved closer, he shook hands with Oliver and pressed a kiss to Laurel's cheek. The engaged pair smiled as they conversed with Bruce, while Amy listened to Moira and Robert talk about their conversation with her parents earlier.

A little while later, Oliver and Laurel left to continue to circle the room and greet even more of the guests. Thomas and Moira excused themselves, leaving Amy with Bruce. Before she could flee, Bruce gently caught her wrist.

“Amy,” he greeted as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“Bruce,” she rplied, her eyes locked with his.


A/N: This is the part where I confess, this piece was written during NaNo. I didn't think that I would posting a piece so soon, but I couldn't think of anything to write. This seemed like an appropriate piece for the holidays. I hope you enjoy this piece and last Sunday's. 

The Christmas piece that came out on 12/24/2017 was written early on in December in my journal. It is five nights of entries, and heavily edited. I'll see you all Sunday with a new piece.

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Mistletoe Kisses

Sixteen year old Amelia Carter smiled as she caught sight of her parents. The female sprinted into her mom’s arms.

“Amy, I’m so happy to see you,” Ellen Carter, the mother of said sixteen year old commented, as she hugged her only daughter close.

“Mom,” Amy groaned as she pulled away. “I was only gone for two weeks. Besides, you get me for three weeks, before I have to head back to Gotham for school,” she reminded her mother with a pointed finger and head tilt.

“Amy, we’re your parents, let us worry,” Roger said as he moved forward to hug his little girl.

Amelia accepted the hug and smiled as her parents led her from the train station to their car. Roger placed her suitcase in the trunk, before he started the drive back to Carter Estate.

“Are you excited for tonight?” Mrs. Carter asked as she turned to look at Amy over her shoulder.

Brown eyes moved from the familiar sights to the blue eyes that belonged to her mother. “Yeah, it’s not quite Christmas without a Queen Christmas Gala,” the teen commented as the car pulled into the private driveway of Carter Estate.

“With both of your brothers out, you’ll be able to surprise everyone. We didn’t tell anyone you were coming home,” Ellen said as the car pulled to a stop.

“That will be a nice surprise,” Amy remarked with a soft smile. “Ho have the Trio of Terror been?” she asked as she climbed out of the car and tried to get her suitcase.

“I’ve got it, sweetheart,” Roger told his daughter as he lifted the luggage from the trunk.

Brown eyes met brown eyes, Amy could see the honesty in her father’s eyes. With a nod, the teenager followed her mother into the large manor.

“You need to stop calling Luke, Tommy, and Oliver that moniker,” her mother chastised as she rolled her eyes.

“I will when they stop causing trouble,” she replied. A fraudulent smile on her face as she bounced upstairs to take a quick nap before the night’s festivities.

Amy smiled as she spun around the crowded ballroom; the arms that protectively held her kept her from falling. She couldn’t make out her partner’s features, but she was lost in his green eyes, that held a hint of blue in them. So This Is Love played in the background, as Amy and her mystery partner beautifully danced across the floor. Other couples moved away to allow room for the move couple.

As Amy got lost in the dance, her partner leaned down. Just as she was about to lean in, and place her lips against his a voice called her name. And a hand touched her shoulder.

Wide brown eyes snapped open, Amy looked around to see her mother on the edge of her bed. She took note of her mother dressed in a beautiful cobalt blue dress. It brought out the blue in her mother’s eyes, that often got lost in the green.

“Amy it’s time for you to start getting ready, sweetheart,” Ellen said as she ran her fingers through her daughter’s dark waves.

Sleepily, the teenager nodded and wiped a hand across her eyes. “Thanks for letting me know, Mom,” she sighed as she stretched her arms and torso.

“We’ll leave in two hours, so be ready before then please,” Ellen told her daughter as she stood from the bed.

“Okay,” she called as she threw her legs over the edge of the bed. She climbed out from her warm blankets and made her way to the en-suite bathroom, for a quick shower. Her dark waves braided and hidden in a shower cap.

After her shower, Amy sat in front of her vanity to begin her post shower skin routine. Once finished, applying oils and lotions for her skin to absorb; she made way to her closet to find the dress her mother had purchased earlier in the autumn months.

A smile crossed Amelia’s lips as she caught sight of the dress. It was a beautiful dark cherry color, made up of lace and rhinestones. She wondered if she had a matching hair piece to go with the gown, but it wouldn’t be right to wear for the nights event. Amy pulled the dress on, she assessed her appearance in the mirror and grinned. She moved to the dresser in the closet and rummaged through one of the drawers for a pair of nude tights.

Triumphantly, she pulled them from the drawer and made her way to her bedside table for a safety pin. She slipped her legs into the fine net material, the pin secured near the waist of her tights. With her legs encased in for warmth, Amy maneuvered back to the closet in search of shoes for the night. She grabbed two pairs and studied them with intense scrutiny. The black flats wouldn’t work and neither would the nude heels. A pair of dark red velvet mahogany flats with glittery jewels caught her eye, Amy grabbed the shoes. With a satisfied nod, she slipped her feet into the shoes.

“Now, all I have to do is my hair and makeup,” she sighed aloud and made her way back to the vanity.

Quickly, Amy only applied a little bit of concealer to her face. Once done, she moved on to her lashes and lips. Two coats of mascara and a red lipstick used as a stain later, Amy was done. With her makeup. The look reminded her of a picture, she had seen of her Nana back in 1944, the only difference was that Nana Peggy had worn a bolder red lipstick.

She took her hair down from the braids. Gently, long fingers combed through the dark waves. Amy pondered on how to style her hair. She opened one of the vanity drawers and spotted a hair clip similar to the jewels on her shoes. Amy lifted the clip and placed it against her hair to try and find a good place to clip it in. After a few moments, she brushed some hair on her left side back and clipped it away with the delicate piece.

A smiled crossed her lips as she made her way to the mirror. The person who stood in the mirror looked beautiful in a simple and yet elegant manor. Reminiscent of her beloved Nana, who was in Gotham for only a few more days before she came to Starling to spend Christmas with Amy and her siblings.

As she climbed down the grand staircase, she spotted her parents at the bottom, in their coats ready to leave. “Really?!?! It hasn’t even two hours,” the teenager pointed out as she threw her hands up in exasperation.

Roger chuckled and shook his head.

“Amy, you were always the child, who was ready before your brothers. We knew you would be ready before the two hours.”

“Come on, Amy, put your coat on,” Ellen told her daughter. She held the mentioned coat, open for Amy to put on.

Amy accepted the warm coat, her arms slid into the sleeves of the black pea coat. She pulled her hair out of the back of the thick coat. Quickly, nimble fingers buttoned herself in. Once done, Amy accepted the offered arm that belonged to her father. Her mother on her father’s other arm.

The trio walked outside and climbed into the waiting vehicle. The drive to Queen Mansion wasn’t too long, Amy easily spotted a few familiar cars in the large parking area. Two belonged to her brothers, another to Tommy Merlyn.

“Well, at least your brothers are both here. Hopefully dressed,” Ellen muttered from her seat.

Amy snorted at the comment, but kept her eyes trained on the large house. She wondered who all would be in attendance for tonight’s lavish gala. The car pulled to a stop not far from her oldest brother’s Audi.

Safely tucked between her parents, they made their way inside the large house. The brunette female smiled as she caught sight of her godparents.

“Amelia,” Moira happily smiled as she pulled Amy into her arms for a hug.

“Moira,” Amy mumbled into the Queen Matriarch’s blonde hair. The familiar vintage floral scent of Moira’s perfume brought back many memories of the teenager’s childhood in Queen Mansion with her brothers.

“Let me look at you,” Moira said as she took a step back to examine her goddaughter.

A soft pink color bloomed on Amelia’s cheeks, as she turned to greet Robert Queen with a hug. Her parents behind her, conversing with one another. Amy rolled her eyes at the two conversations. Her father and godfather discussed their respective businesses; while her mother and godmother spoke of Amelia’s growth.

“… it’s no wonder you and Roger sent her to Gotham Prep. She looks an awful lot like Peggy and you, Ellen,” Moira remarked as she met Amy’s wide brown eyes.

“Um, Moira, do you know where Henry and Luke are?” Amy asked in hope of escaping the two conversations.

“They’re with Oliver, getting ready,” the blonde answered with a warm smile. A twinkle in her blue eyes as she thought of the surprise Oliver would get.

“Go on up, Melia,” Robert encouraged with a fond smile. “And send the boys down.”

Amy nodded as she daintily skipped up the stairs. Happiness filled her chest from the escape of her parents and godparents. She dreaded the thought of spending the entire night with various business men, politicians, Starling officials, and their significant others.

The large door loomed over Amelia as she approached. Hesitantly, she rose her hand but brought it back to her side.

Eyes slammed shut.


Hold for four.






She raised her delicate fist and knocked on the heavy wood. Her breath caught in her throat, while she waited.

The door opened to reveal Oliver Queen, with his dress shirt open down the front. Amy looked away before her brothers caught her enjoying the view of Oliver’s abs. Angry brothers and Christmas parties did not mix.

Oliver’s blue-green eyes widened as he saw Amy. He hadn’t seen her since July, just before she left for Gotham Prep. The sixteen year old female in front of him looked different, this Amelia exuded more confidence. There was a glow about her brought a smile to his face.

“Amy,” he softly breathed in as he took her in.

“Ollie,” she sent him a warm smile. “Are you Luke and Henry with you?”

Ollie gaped at her, but opened the door wider for her. She flashed him a bright smile, as she passed the twenty year old billionaire heir. The same man who had been apart of her life and owned her heart, yet remained oblivious to that fact. She left Starling to avoid seeing Oliver, but even Gotham enjoyed reporting about Starling’s billionaire playboy.

“Amy!” Henry happily called out as he spotted his little sister. He pulled her into his arms for a tight hug. Her feet left the ground as he spun them around, her skirt billowed out slightly.

Her laughter echoed in the room, as she safely landed back on her feet. “Hello, Henry,” she warmly greeted her brother, who was seven years older than her.

“You look amazing, Gotham seems to agree with you,” Henry remarked as he studied his sister with a scrutinizing eye.

“I don’t know, she looks the same to me,” Lucas Carter jabbed as he entered his sister’s vision.

Amy rolled her eyes and ignored him, not willing to take the bait. “Nice to see you, too Luke. Nana says she expects you to look presentable when she arrives next week. Something about not urinating on any police officers, with Oliver,” she said with a slight sneer in her voice. She sent a frown to Oliver over her shoulder, as she knew her brother was the instigator in that particular incident.

Oliver moved forward and wrapped an arm around Amy’s delicate frame. “That got to Gotham, huh?”

With a shake of her head, she rolled her eyes as she ducked under Ollie’s arm. “Of course it did. Nana was not amused with either of you. She also mentioned something about your mugshots looking deplorable; And to not expect any sort of gift from her, due to your naughty behavior,” Amy chastised the Queen heir, brown eyes slide to Luke with a silent glare in warning of the seriousness of the situation. Her voice had taken a slight English accent from deplorable on, a habit from whenever she spent a while with Peggy.

“You know you genuinely looked like Peggy there for a moment, it’s frightening how much you look like her,” Tommy Merlyn observed from Oliver’s desk chair.

At Tommy’s words, Amy rolled her eyes, as she usually did whenever the Merlyn heir spoke. “Hello Tommy, you do know, Mom and Dad wanted to see all four of you at some point tonight.”

At those words, the three males who were dressed straightened up. Shoulders tensed with anxiety and stress. Henry, led Luke and Tommy out of the room as the oldest, he knew better than to keep his parents waiting. It only meant more trouble for him in the long run. Henry was twenty-three and did not need trouble with his parents.

Soon, it was only Amelia and Oliver left. His shirt was buttoned but his jacket was on his bed. The black bow tie hung around his neck. She knew he often struggled with his tie, especially bow ties for formal events.

“Am I going to have to fix your tie?” Amy asked as she looked at the blonde male with a raised eyebrow.

Oliver sighed as he looked up at Amy through his eyelashes. Some of his hair fell in front of his eyes. “Please,” he asked as he stepped forward to stand only a few steps away from small female.

Amelia closed the distance between them, she gently pushed Oliver’s shoulders, until he stood straight. With a sigh she met Oliver’s gaze. “This isn’t going to work. You’re a foot taller than me,” she whined aloud.

Oliver smirked as she led Amy into the bathroom. “Do you trust me?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder.

“When you aren’t getting me into trouble, sure,” she answered as she looked at him with a fond smile.

Oliver wore a wicked grin, before he reached out and lifted Amelia off her feet. A squawk escaped her lips as the floor was taken out from under her. “Ollie,” she whined as she felt her feet catch edge of the bathtub.

“Amy,” he said as his eyes met hers. “I’m not going to let you fall. I promise,” he swore as his hands tightened on her waist.

Amy nodded, “Just keep me balanced,” she pleaded as she reached out to start tying Oliver’s tie.

With quick fingers, Amy twisted, knotted, tied, and smoothed the black bow tie. Whenever she began to sway, Oliver was quick to re-balance her on the edge of the tub.

“And done,” the teenager female happily commented. “Now, please let me down, before I slip and die.”

Oliver chuckled and shook his head; gently, he lifted his best friend’s sister off the tub and placed her back on the ground with a small twirl. Amy’s laughter rang in the room, as she spun under his arm.

“Ollie,” she sighed as they made their way back to his room. “Where’s Laurel? Usually she’s here to help you.” Amy wondered as she unbuttoned her coat and sat at the foot of the bed. She watched as Oliver put on his suit jacket.

Oliver sighed as he met Amy’s gaze. “She’s got a family event, she couldn’t get out of. So, Amelia Margaret Danielle Carter-Sousa, may I escort you downstairs to the ballroom?” He asked with a mock bow.

Amy giggled at his actions, but nodded. “Yes, you may,” she answered as she hopped off the bed.

Oliver gently removed her coat and placed it on a hanger to place in his closet. He offered his arm and together they climbed down the stairs and entered the ballroom. As they crossed the threshold the pair were bombarded with giggles and chortles.

The pair shared a confused glance with one another. Curious as to what everyone found funny. Their answer soon came from their devious friend.

“Ooh, look who’s under the mistletoe,” Tommy happily crowed from just a few feet to the right of the entrance.

Two pairs of eyes, one green-blue, the other brown, widened as they took in the words Tommy uttered. Amelia looked up, her hair fell over her shoulders, to see the green leaves and white berries. Her brows furrowed and her lips pursed as she glared at the offending foliage.

“Well, we can’t break tradition,” Oliver commented as he looked down at Amy.

Her eyes met his, “You’re right.”

Oliver leaned down and closed the distance. Amy’s breathe caught in her throat as she rose up onto the tips of her toes. She didn’t want Oliver to be uncomfortable.

“Merry Christmas Amy,” the billionaire socialite whispered before he placed his lips against Amy’s.

The kiss was sweet and simple, after a few seconds they pulled apart. Her eyes bright and her lips a little fuller as she licked her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Oliver,” she quietly said as her cheeks flushed a bright cherry color.


Merry Christmas everyone, since tomorrow is Christmas I figure I would post tomorrow's piece a day early. I hope you all have a Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Boxing Day, whatever you celebrate enjoy spending times with your loved ones.

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