#fifth battle victory au

[ofmiceandwomen]

I posted a poll on what I should draw next and based on the popular demand, happy Maedhros won (I see you, Silm discord folks!)

Have a relieved Mae!

I didn’t go for exactly cheerful moment, but I choose to pick a scene of our RP AU where the Fifth Battle never became the Nirnaeth Arnoediad (well unless you’re counting the Orc tears). The most powerful Noldorin singers have seemingly beaten the Dark Lord, unaware that it was the Dark Lord’s deception.

In order to secure the Union’s victory, Maedhros engaged Morgoth in another duel, finishing Fingolfin’s mission to cripple him, which almost costs his life. This is the moment he is finally awake, healers doing their job and he finally received the message that Fingon is alive and they won.

He is badly injured and in pain. Yet, he would call this day the best in his entire life.

#Maedhros #the silm #the silm au #silmarillion #tolkien #my art #the silm fandom #silmart #noldor #nelyafinwe #russingon #the silmarillion discord server #feanorians #nirnaeth arnoediad #the day has come #portrait

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Takes place two years after the battle of hogwarts

AN: requests are open for this. You can specify from which house you want the reader (or even Aemond) to be along with a preferred trope and I will do my best to write what you've asked for as a one shot :)

Part 1

You smiled slightly as you looked around the Slytherin common room, every one hollering and cheering for the quidditch team as they strode in, the captain proudly hoisting up the cup that they'd won with a content grin on his face.

Their green uniforms were wet from the rain, mixed with the stench of their sweat that no one really seemed to care about as they went to hug the team, some of the lads lifting them on to their shoulders as the cheers grew louder and louder.

You were impressed by how well all of them played, though not too happy about having to sit through the rain; and as much as you wanted to admire each and every member of the team for their amazing victory, your eyes seemed to always wander back to the team's captain- Aemond Targaryen.

The Targaryens were distant cousins of the Malfoys, their hair making that much obvious. The only thing that set them apart, keeping aside their comparatively larger sum of wealth, was their purple eyes.

Aemond Targaryen was a rather popular bloke, not only in his year or house. He was known to be one of the school's heartthrobs, someone who was used to finding letters or sweets from his admirers in his dorm room. Despite all the attention, the year seven student was rather grounded; always keeping a low profile. His mysterious and stoic nature made him all the more attractive to the girls.

In his earlier years at Hogwarts, Aemond was always known to be the one who was sent to detention for getting into fights with some of the younger students, his main target being Luke Velaryon. But as time went on, he eventually simmered down and learned how to keep his temper in check.

You too couldn’t deny he was rather dashing, despite the lack of an eye that was always hidden away beneath his eye patch. He stood six feet tall with the most beautiful silvery-white hair that reached his shoulders, which he most of the time tied back in a half up-half down fashion. But you being you, would never admit that you found him attractive out loud. You wouldn’t give him that additional ego boost.

Aemond looked your way, catching your stare and sending you a wink that made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

You and Aemond were friends; not close friends, just classmates. You were once paired together in transfiguration class in your third year and then again made to work together in defence against the dark arts class in your fifth year, after which the both of you began to talk each time you walked to class. Sometimes you both would study together in the library, barely making any conversation unless one of you had a question regarding the material you were studying. Aemond was a complete gentleman, perhaps sometimes a little too snarky for you but he was sweet, never giving you a reason to dislike him.

"I see you’re smiling, Y/N" Aemond spoke to you with a grin after he'd pushed past the rowdy crowd around the rest of the team "have I finally managed to impress you with our victory?"

"The only thing that would impress me is if you manage to surpass my grade in potions class," you said with a shrug, playfully reminding him that you were top of your class in that subject "I don’t see how you winning a quidditch match is going to aid you when you have to find a job in the ministry of magic"

"Oh I'm going to surpass you alright" Aemond raised a brow, that smirk never faltering "and even if you refuse to admit it, I know you are just as joyous about this win. Saw you cheering excitedly from the stands"

"Admiring me now, were you?" you looked up at him through your lashes, smirking at his previous comment as you proceeded to tease him.

"Don’t flatter yourself" Aemond chuckled, playfully rolling his eye. It was no secret that Aemond never really paid much attention to anyone if they weren’t from his house, Slytherin. That made most of the girls rather jealous of you; not only did he converse with you because you both belonged to the same house but because he seemed to talk to you the most out of all the slytherin girls.

He left you when one of his teammates began to tug at his robes, pulling him back into the crowded celebratory circle. Aemond gave you one last smile, shrugging while he walked away as if to say 'sorry, gotta go'.

You offered a smile back as you watched him turn his back to you before he too joined the others in their celebration, raising his fist to the air as his husky voice boomed in the common room while he chanted 'slytherin slytherin slytherin' along with the others.

"Dashing isn’t he? You both would look so adorable together" Alys said in a hushed tone as she linked her arm with yours. You and Alys met on the very first day you arrived at Hogwarts. The both of you did not click instantly, thinking of the other person as snooty and arrogant until the both of you once ran into each other at one of those parties thrown by the Gryffindor boys in your fourth year. The both of you pretended to be a couple just so that the creepy senior would leave you be. Ever since then, you and her have been the best of friends.

"I do not fancy him Alys" you rolled your eyes. This wasn’t the first time she voiced her enthusiasm for you and Aemond to date "I have no intention of following the lead of those other giddy-headed girls in chasing after him"

"Ah, you want him to chase you then" she bumped her hips with yours, making you laugh at her antics "of course. You’re too good to chase a man, let him do the work to win you over"

"Must I remind you again I have no interest in him?" you lazily ran a hand through your hair, combing your fingers through it "I wouldn’t date him even if he did ask me. I like us being just friends far better"

"Don’t do this to me" she groaned "I've been wanting to go on double dates for a while now"

"I'm sure Cregan doesn’t want a double date with Aemond Targaryen" you chuckled "not after they've won every single match against Ravenclaw this year"

"I'm sure the boys can leave their animosity at the field" Alys stated.

"These are the captains of their respective quidditch teams that you are talking about" you reminded with a chortle "being hostile to the other captains is part of their nature"

The both of you laughed at their silliness before the topic switched to what you both would wear to the party. It was a sort of tradition for Slytherins to throw parties after their games and those were parties that almost everyone wanted to attend but unfortunately, Slytherins loved their status of being the untouchables; only allowing people to enter on an invite-only basis.

The people on the quidditch team along with the prefects were allowed to invite as many people as they wanted while the rest of the students from the fourth year onwards were each only permitted to invite a maximum of two people. The first, second and third years were unfortunately not allowed to those wild parties.

"Are you inviting someone or are you going to show up alone?" Alys asked "I know a bunch of lads have already asked you if you'd go with them to which you've again declined"

It was true. You were quite popular in your year, being crushed on by a fair amount of boys. Though you didn’t have the same amount of admirers as Aemond, it was still a number that some girls were envious of.

"I've got a quiz tomorrow" you sighed "I don’t think I'll be at the party"

"You can't leave me alone"

"You won’t be alone" you gave her a look with your brow raised as if to say ‘you can’t be serious’ "you'll be snogging your boyfriend in some corner while I'm left with a beer in my hand, awkwardly looking around"

"Perhaps you should try fire whiskey instead" Alys apoke with an undertone of mischief. Alys was well known at these parties for beating people at drinking games; she was also known well enough for being able to hold all of that alcohol "it'll help you ease in, perhaps even let you lose yourself to the music and dance"

"I like the music at the Ravenclaw parties much better" you said in a hushed tone so that you wouldn’t be heard. Slytherins took hosting parties very seriously "maybe if Cregan invites us to one of their parties, I might show"

"So you won’t turn up tonight?" Alys asked with a pout.

"No, not tonight darling" you have her hand a warm squeeze "I'll be studying. I promise I'll make it to the next one"

Alys almost argued back until she heard the voice of Alec Blackwood scolding Aemond in the background.

"C'mon man, the captain himself not showing up to the victory party? How is studying in the library more fun than this?"

She turned to look at you with a devilish grin and judging by your clueless reaction to her giggles, it was evident you did not over hear that Aemond too would be at the library that evening.

"Alright Y/N" she shrugged, that stupid smile still present "I suppose I'll leave you to study tonight, just this once"

#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hogwarts

[echos-of-swords-and-fire]

NEUVAINE A SAINTE JEANNE D'ARC

NOVENA TO SAINT JOAN OF ARC

My English translations are not the best I am sorry.

╰┈➤ Premier jour (first day)

Jeanne, le Seigneur a chargé l’Archange saint Michel de t’apparaître et de t’annoncer ta mission de sauver le royaume de France.

Jeanne, the Lord has instructed the Archangel Saint Michael to appear to you and announce your mission to save the kingdom of France.

Jeanne, ton grand désir de servir Dieu et de tout faire pour lui plaire, Te font prononcer le « fiat » malgré tes craintes de ne pas être digne et capable d’accomplir cette mission.

Jeanne, your great desire to serve God and to do everything to please him, makes you pronounce the “fiat” despite your fears of not being worthy and capable of accomplishing this mission.

Le ciel t’a donné une épée pour combattre, et les voix de sainte Catherine et de Sainte Marguerite pour te guider.

Heaven has given you a sword to fight, and the voices of Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret to guide you.

Intercède pour que nous puissions toujours répondre à notre vocation.

Intercede so that we may always respond to our vocation.

╰┈➤ Deuxième jour (second day)

Jeanne, tu rends visite au Dauphin de France

Jeanne, you visit the Dauphin of France.

Tu lui révèles qu’il est le véritable héritier de France, et fils de roi, Qu’il sera couronné à Reims et que tu es venue pour l’aider à accomplir ce désir du Ciel.

You reveal to him that he is the true heir of France, and son of a king, that he will be crowned in Reims and that you have come to help him fulfill this desire of Heaven.

Tu livres ensuite de nombreuses batailles contre les Anglais, et tu en sors toujours victorieuse.

You then fought many battles against the English, and you always emerged victorious.

Tu livres également bataille au péché dans ton propre camp et tu demandes à tes soldats de retrouver l’état de grâce.

You also give battle to sin in your own camp and you ask your soldiers to regain the state of grace.

Intercède maintenant pour que notre pays se souvienne de son baptême Et retrouve le chemin des sacrements.

Intercede now so that our country remembers its baptism And finds the way to the sacraments.

╰┈➤ Troisième jour (third day)

La semaine de Pâques de cette année 1430, alors que tu te trouves dans un fossé de Melun, les voix de saintes Catherine et Marguerite t’annoncent que tu seras faite prisonnière avant la fête de la saint Jean et que Dieu te viendra en aide durant cette épreuve.

Easter week of this year 1430, while you are in a ditch in Melun, the voices of Saints Catherine and Marguerite announce to you that you will be taken prisoner before the feast of Saint John and that God will come to you help during this test.

Tu es alors envahie d’angoisse et tentée de ne pas te soumettre à la volonté divine afin de sauver ta vie.

You are then overwhelmed with anguish and tempted not to submit to the divine will in order to save your life.

Prie pour nous, afin que nous fassions toujours la volonté de Dieu, et non la nôtre.

Pray for us, that we always do God's will, not our own.

╰┈➤ Quatrième jour (fourth day)

C’est le 26 Mai, après une rude bataille, que tu es prise par un archer du camp adverse.

It is on May 26, after a hard battle, that you are taken by an archer from the opposing camp.

Tu es ainsi arrêtée et accusée par l’Inquisition d’hérésie et d’idolâtrie.

You are thus arrested and accused by the Inquisition of heresy and idolatry.

Malgré tes craintes et tes peurs, tu te laisses emprisonner.

Despite your fears and fears, you allow yourself to be imprisoned.

Tu gardes confiance en tes voix, et tu demandes leur intercession afin de répondre aux questions qui te sont posées.

You keep trust in your voices, and you ask for their intercession in order to answer the questions that are put to you.

Demande à Dieu, pour nous, le courage et l’audace d’affirmer notre foi.

Ask God, for us, the courage and audacity to affirm our faith.

╰┈➤ Cinquième jour (fifth day)

Tu es torturée moralement, assaillie par de nombreux et interminables interrogatoires, abandonnée et trahie de tous, y compris du Roi, traitée comme une prisonnière de guerre, menacée corporellement par les gardiens de ta cellule, accusée de nombreuses fautes que tu n’as pas commises, sans avocat.

You are morally tortured, beset by numerous and interminable interrogations, abandoned and betrayed by everyone, including the King, treated like a prisoner of war, bodily threatened by the guards of your cell, accused of numerous faults that you do not have not committed, without a lawyer.

Toujours docile aux conseils de tes voix, tu réponds sans crainte à tout ce que l’on te demande.

Always docile to the advice of your voices, you respond without fear to everything that is asked of you.

Intercède pour que nous ayons toujours recours à la prière dans nos difficultés.

Intercede that we always have recourse to prayer in our difficulties.

╰┈➤ Sixième jour (sixth day)

Tous tes accusateurs s’acharnent pour te faire faillir, pour te faire contredire les faits que tu relates;

All your accusers work hard to make you fail, to make you contradict the facts you relate;

ils t’accusent, te menacent de tortures physiques, te harcèlent sans cesse durant des heures;

they accuse you, threaten you with physical torture, harass you constantly for hours;

en vain, tu as toujours réponse à toutes les questions, jusqu’au jour, où, n’en pouvant plus, effrayée par la mort, tu renies tout. 

in vain, you always have the answer to all the questions, until the day when, unable to take it any longer, frightened by death, you deny everything.

Puis, par la grâce de Dieu, tu acceptes avec courage le martyre et reviens sur tes reniements.

Then, by the grace of God, you courageously accept martyrdom and reconsider your denials.

Malgré la reconnaissance de certains de tes juges de l’intervention divine dans ta conduite, tu es condamnée à mort par le supplice du feu.

Despite the recognition of some of your judges of divine intervention in your conduct, you are condemned to death by torture by fire.

Prie pour que la France relève la face et se souvienne de ses promesses faites à Dieu.

Pray for France to raise its face and remember its promises made to God.

╰┈➤ Septième jour (seventh day)

Jeanne, tu es surnaturellement soutenue par le Ciel, mais tu n’échappes pas aux angoisses provoquées par la sentence.

Jeanne, you are supernaturally supported by Heaven, but you cannot escape the anguish caused by the sentence.

Tu aurais préféré « être décapitée sept fois plutôt que brûlée et réduite en cendres. »

You would have rather "be beheaded seven times than burnt and reduced to ashes."

Sur le bûcher, une fois liée, tu demandes pardon aux anglais et à tous tes ennemis, pour les batailles livrées contre eux, et, d’une voix haute et claire, tu pardonnes à tous ceux qui t’ont condamnée.

At the stake, once bound, you ask pardon of the English and of all your enemies, for the battles waged against them, and, in a loud and clear voice, you forgive all those who have condemned you .

« Mes saintes ne m’ont pas trompée, ma mission était de Dieu. Saint Michel, sainte Marguerite et sainte Catherine, vous tous, mes frères et sœurs du Paradis, venez à mon aide… »

“My saints did not deceive me, my mission was from God. Saint Michael, Saint Margaret and Saint Catherine, all of you, my brothers and sisters in Paradise, come to my aid…”

Au milieu des flammes, tu regardes la croix qui t’est présentée, et tu prononces le Nom de Jésus avant de mourir.

In the midst of the flames, you look at the cross presented to you, and you pronounce the Name of Jesus before dying.

Sois notre modèle dans l’obéissance, dans la confiance en Dieu, et la persévérance dans notre mission

Be our model in obedience, in trust in God, and perseverance in our mission

╰┈➤ Huitième jour (eighth day)

Alors que le bourreau éteint le brasier afin que tous voient le cadavre défiguré de celle qui les a fait trembler, il écarte les cendres et le miracle apparaît devant leurs yeux effrayés :

As the executioner puts out the fire so that everyone can see the disfigured corpse of the one who made them tremble, he pushes aside the ashes and the miracle appears before their frightened eyes:

Ton cœur est là, rempli d’un sang vermeil et semblant vivre encore !

Your heart is there, filled with vermilion blood and seeming live again!

Du soufre et de h’huile sont alors répandus dessus, le feu reprend puis s’éteint à nouveau, le laissant toujours intact.

Sulfur and oil are then sprinkled on it, the fire resumes and then goes out again, leaving it still intact.

Inquiet de ce miracle et craignant l’émotion du peuple, le cardinal d’Angleterre ordonne que tes os, tes cendres et surtout ton cœur soient jetés immédiatement dans la Seine.

Worried about this miracle and fearing the emotion of the people, the cardinal of England orders that your bones, your ashes and especially your heart be thrown immediately into the Seine.

Le bourreau dit alors : « J’ai grand peur d’être damné pour avoir brûlé une sainte »

The executioner then said: "I am very afraid of being damned for having burned a saint".

Des cris s’élèvent dans la foule : « Nous sommes tous perdus car une sainte a été brûlée ! »

Cries rise in the crowd: “We are all lost because a saint has been burned! »

Aide-nous à servir Dieu et à ne chercher que la gloire du Ciel.

Help us to serve God and seek only the glory of Heaven.

╰┈➤ Neuvième Jour (ninth day)

Après ta mort, mourut la prospérité des anglais en France. Depuis le bûcher de Rouen, ils ne connurent que déceptions et défaites.

After your death, the prosperity of the English in France died. From the stake in Rouen, they knew only disappointments and defeats.

A leur grande honte et confusion, ils furent rejetés de tous les pays qu’ils avaient conquis.

To their great shame and confusion, they were thrown out of all the countries they had conquered.

Tous ceux qui avaient jugé avec mauvaise foi la Pucelle trouvèrent la mort peu de temps après la sienne.

All those who had judged the Maid in bad faith died shortly after hers.

L’évêque Cauchon, enrichi par le Roi d’Angleterre, mourut subitement ; il fut excommunié par le Pape et ses os furent jetés aux bêtes féroces.

Bishop Cauchon, enriched by the King of England, died suddenly; he was excommunicated by the Pope and his bones were thrown to wild beasts.

Ainsi s’accomplit la prédiction faite à Jeanne, en sa prison, par ses voix:

Thus is fulfilled the prediction made to Jeanne, in her prison, by her voices:

« Tu auras secours. Tu seras délivrée par une grande victoire. Prends tout en gré. Ne te soucie pas de ton martyre. Tu viendras enfin au Royaume du Paradis. »

"You will have help. You will be delivered with a great victory. Take it all in stride. Don't worry about your martyrdom. You will finally come to the Kingdom of Heaven."

Que la résurrection soit le seul but de notre vie.

Let the resurrection be the only goal of our life.

Sois présente à nos côtés et contribue encore à la sanctification de notre pays.

Be present at our side and still contribute to the sanctification of our country.

TO BE RECITED AFTER EACH DAILY PRAYER:

Prions. Sainte Jeanne d’Arc, ton martyre est la grande victoire de Dieu sur nos ennemis .

Intercède, du Royaume des Cieux, pour que nous soyons préservés des guerres contre notre pays et des assauts contre notre foi.

Que la France se souvienne qu’elle est la Fille Aînée de l’Eglise. Seigneur, nous te rendons grâce car Tu as béni notre pays en nous donnant Jeanne d’ARC.

Suscite encore de nombreuses vocations pour garder intacte la mission apostolique de la France. Amen.

Let us pray. Saint Joan of Arc, your martyrdom is God's great victory over our enemies. Intercede, from the Kingdom of Heaven, that we may be preserved from wars against our country and attacks against our faith. May France remember that she is the Eldest Daughter of the Church. Lord, we give you thanks because you blessed our country by giving us Joan of Arc. Still arouses many vocations to keep intact the apostolic mission of France. Amen.

+ Pater, Ave, Gloria

#altar #spellwork #folk witch #queer witch #folk practitioner #folk witchcraft #folk magic #french words #catholic #folk practice #folk catholicism #jeanne d’arc #saint joan of arc #joan of arc #novena #saint veneration #spell work #ancestors

[brightblueflare]

BLAZING SKY AU TIMELINE

1850's - early 1900's - The Clans are formed, and the warrior code is created and expanded.

Summer, 1914 - Flystar's Reign starts.

Spring, 1919 - The destruction of SkyClan's forest begins.

Early Fall, 1919 - The Law of the Wild is added to the warrior code.

Late Fall, 1919 - Flystar dies, and Cloudstar succeeds him.

Early Winter, 1919 - SkyClan attempts to retake a patch of the forest that now belongs to ThunderClan. War breaks out, and the starving SkyClan cats, despite their persistence, are no match for well-fed, healthy ThunderClan warriors. In the future, this event is known as Cloudstar's Last Stand.

Mid Winter, 1919 - SkyClan has now lost most of their territory, and Cloudstar opts for the diplomatic route and asks the other leaders for help during the Gathering. However, none of them are willing to help. SkyClan leaves the forest. Only Birdflight, Cloudstar's mate, and their kittens Spottedkit and Gorsekit remain behind, taken in by ShadowClan. SkyClan swears to never look to the stars again.

Late Winter, early 1920 - Larkstripe (WC), Molepelt (ShC) and the other seers protest SkyClan's exile. Larkstripe, fully supported by Molepelt, goes on strike.

Early Spring, 1920 - Swiftstar's (WC) successor, Dalestar, separates Larkstripe from her kitten, Ripplekit, in an attempt to break the strike and discredit her for having a kitten, frowned upon but not yet forbidden by the law. This is the codification of the Seer's Vow. Birdflight nurses and raises Ripplekit in ShadowClan.

Mid Spring, 1920 - SkyClan reaches the gorge.

Fall, 1927 - Dawnstar passes, and her new deputy Ripplemoon becomes Ripplestar. On his first Gathering as leader, he stated that something had to be done about SkyClan. Either the Clans would give up their territory willingly or Ripplestar would make room. Start of Ripplestar's Riot.

Late Summer, 1928 - Gorseclaw betrays Ripplestar, and the Battle of the Full Moon takes place. Clanmates fight each other, littermates shed each other's blood, Gorseclaw kills Spottedpelt, and ultimately, StarClan themselves made the fifth oak, the symbol of SkyClan, fall on Ripplestar. The fall of the tree killed him, and put and end to his rebellion. Three laws are added to the warrior code, to ensure a riot like his never happens again. Gorseclaw joins ThunderClan.

Summer, 1932 - SkyClan disbands. Only a small number of cats remained in the gorge. A network was created to maintain the former Clan connected. This is called Spiderstar's Plan.

Spring, 1935 - Late Fall, 1940 - Redstar's and Cloudstar's descendants and their allies face each other in the ThunderClan Civil War for their Clan's leadership. The result is the death of many warriors, and Flarestar's, granddaughter of Redstar, victory.

Spring, 1942 - The cats of the gorge start receiving outside influence from towncats and travelers. The seer role is split in two.

Late Summer, 1942 - Formation of the Skybloods within ThunderClan.

Winter, 1950 - Amberheart, descendant of Cloudstar, is chosen as Flarestar's third deputy. Her descendants (Oakstar, Pinestar and Tigerstar) would rule ThunderClan for many seasons to come.

Summer, 1953 - Amberstar becomes the first Skyblood leader of ThunderClan.

Spring, 1963 - Froststar of ThunderClan takes Sunningrocks. Applestar of RiverClan fights her on it.

Winter, 1975 - Mapleshade's Vengeance takes place. Furious at Mapleshade's kittens exile, Darkstar of RiverClan suggests a new law: Queen's Rights, or the Kitten Protection Law.

"Mapleshade may have brought them to the river, but it was your foolishness, your short-sightedness and your cruelty that put them in that situation in the first place, Oakstar. No kitten should die for the crime of being born."

Early Spring, 1976 - Oakstar launches Crusades and attacks the towncats. Houndstar from ShadowClan joins in.

Winter, 1980 - BloodClan is formed in response to the Crusades. Towncats start fighting back against the Forest Clans.

Early Spring, 1981 - Houndstar falls back, and agrees to codify Darkstar's proposed law. Three kittens dead is, after all, a great loss.

Fall, 1982 - Heatherstar from WindClan ends tunneling and starts the WindClan-ShadowClan War.

Summer, 1984 - Pinestar's Choice begins.

Summer, 1986 - The Great Hunger in ThunderClan takes place.

Fall, 1989 - Yellowfang's Secret and Tallstar's Revenge begin.

Winter, 1991 - Pinestar becomes leader and ends the Crusades.

Spring, 1994 - Bluestar's Prophecy and Crookedstar's Promise begin.

Winter, 1996 - BloodClan's leader is killed, and Pinestar leaves both to find the peace of being a housecat and to aid BloodClan during their political crisis. Sunstar becomes leader of ThunderClan.

Spring, 1997 - Tallstar becomes leader of WindClan.

Summer, 2001 - Bluestar becomes ThunderClan's leader, and Crookedstar RiverClan's.

Fall, 2001 - Raggedstar dies, and Brokenstar becomes leader of ShadowClan.

Early Spring, 2003 - Into the Gorge begins.

And that's the timeline before the AU kicks in. Rusty/Firestar starting his journey on 2003 sounds about right.

CHANGES

Birdflight and her kittens take shelter in ShadowClan, not ThunderClan, after Molepelt, ShadowClan's seer, offers them a place in the Clan. Dawnstar is the least adamant that SkyClan leaves the forest, and considering Redstar's attitude and the previous battles (which in this AU is total war) with SkyClan, it seems unlikely for him to take Birdflight and her kittens in. Plus, ThunderClan can't be the "good guys" Clan like in canon, and MisunderstoodClan deserves good things from time to time.

The Law of the Wild (the "warriors reject the soft life of kittypets" rule) wasn't created because of Pinestar's defection, but because Flystar was tired of his warriors leaving the Clan to live comfortably while the rest of them starved.

The Seer's Vow is made maliciously. Dalestar (prev. Darkstar, CotC) argues that Larkstripe (prev. Larkwing) is breaking her vow by having a kitten. However, back then, while taboo, it wasn't forbidden by the law. This was made to discredit and hurt her, and to control the seers.

Ripplestar (CotC) isn't fighting for power, but to free territory for SkyClan to come back to. He's also Birdflight's adopted son.

The three laws that were added were the Leader's Rights (to not be questioned), the First Tasks (visiting the Moonstone as an apprentice at least once, and sitting vigil after obtaining a warrior name), which were tradition but not codified yet, and the Full Moon Truce (no fighting at Gatherings)

Time was added between Cloudstar's Journey (and Ripplestar's Riot) and Mapleshade's Vengeance. This was done simply to add more drama related to SkyClan's exile and the descendants that stayed in the forest.

The "a queen can choose not to name her kittens' father" rule that was forgotten after the first arc in canon is made into a consistent law. Done in response to Mapleshade's kittens being exiled because of their parentage, and hotly debated even decades after its creation. Watch out for those that argue against it.

Heatherstar starts a war with ShadowClan to conquer a part of their territory she was interested in, and ended tunneling (a harmless/defensive tradition) so her Clan could focus more on fighting on the offensive.

BloodClan is formed earlier, in response to the Clans' raids. They're also a neutral entity, not pure evil.

SkyClan hasn't been forgotten by the Forest Four, but their exile is treated as justified and deserved.

#Clan History (WC) #Cloudstar's Last Stand #Skyfall #Ripplestar's Riot #Spiderstar's Plan #Flarestar's Blood #Amberstar's Rise #Darkstar's Commandment #Blazing Sky AU #Some names are changed to avoid repetition. #No canon I don't want three Darkstar's #Least of all when two of them create parts of the reduxed warrior code #Darkstar (SkC) is called Duskstar in Cloudstar's Journey so I didn't have to go out of my way to find a name. At least there's that

[aziraphales-library]

Hi im not sure if this is where i can ask for this since i am not looking for a specific fic. I read two fics recently where aziraphale commits sins or falls. Both of them are after the apocadidnt. I want to find more fics with that. One of the fics was The Fifth World by Kita Kitsune (it's a supernatural Xover) and I didn't save the name of the other one.

Hello. We have some fics like this on our #fallen angel aziraphale tag, and I’ve got a few more now...

Falling Without Style by orphan_account (T)

We all have things we've regretted doing while drinking. For Aziraphale, Falling was one of them. Also known as: what the fuck did I do last night.

Betwixt and Between by milhouse (T)

Falling may feel like an eternity, although it really only lasts for a few seconds.

Ourselves under pressure by jessikast (T)

A thought coalesced in the back of Crowley’s head.

If someone was falling, you could catch them.

***** “Is there anything…that is to say, do I have any other, um, physical changes?” Aziraphale asked, simultaneously rolling up his sleeves to look at his arms, twisting to try to look at his own back and managing to turn in a circle, nearly stumbling over his feet.

Crowley looked at him critically. “Are you usually that short?”

*****

Aziraphale thinks about too much philosophy; Crowley catches him when he starts to fall.

The Bitter Chill of Being Forsaken by Cardinal_Daughter (T)

“Well I’ll be damned,” Aziraphale said once.

Eleven years later, he is.

wherever you are, i'll come to you by mutalune (T)

“Are you alright? What’s all this about then?”

“Ah. Well. I might have slipped.”

“Slipped?”

“Took a bit of a tumble, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. “But, well. What’s done is done.”

“What’s done - ?”

“Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.”

This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.

beelzebub has a devil put aside for me by unbreakable_groundriot (M)

He does not saunter vaguely downward so much as he plummets in a barely controlled spiral.

He had felt it coming. Her Grace was slowly pulled from his body as if She was unraveling a loose string on an expensive sweater. He felt hot and cold all at the same time. There's a sudden stench of brimstone and butyric acid. The ground beneath him starts to grow hot. It's coming.

"Crowley, love, I need you in here." His voice does not waver.

And I think this is the fic you mention in your ask, but as always, correct author names or actual links are very helpful!

The Fifth World by Kisnau (M)

The Mayans predicted that The Fourth World would come to an end on December 21, 2012; the same Prophesized date for Michael and Lucifer's Final Battle. Team Free Will finds itself working with the queerest pair of unlikely allies, but, caught between angels and demons with No God In Sight, victory won't come easy. SPN-GO crossover AU. Slash.

That last one has a lot of tags, please read them!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fallen angel aziraphale

[usagirln12003]

Hiccup Haddock: Hogwarts AU

Hiccup Haddock is a Pureblood wizard that was born on the 1st of March 1975 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1986, being sorted into Ravenclaw house.

He has a Willow wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

His Patronus is a Norwegian Ridgeback.

His favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures and his least favorite is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He was one of the Ravenclaw Prefects of his year, Ravenclaw's Seeker and eventually the Head-Boy of his year.

Despite his physical shortcomings, Hiccup does his best to succeed as a wizard. He is intelligent and is constantly creating inventions for various uses throughout his Hogwarts years, including a bola launcher, a dragon's prosthetic tail and saddle, and a riding vest. However, he is much stronger than he appears.

At first, Hiccup is obsessed with proving himself to the rest of his family by learning as much magic as possible. He often doesn't think things through and is more determined to gain the recognition of his peers than he is heedful of others' orders, often causing problems for everyone in Ravenclaw, including himself. Despite this, Hiccup shows great aptitude at being a strategist: he leads his classmates into battle, knowing how to use his friends' strengths in the battle against the Red Death. Hiccup also has very good observational skills that come in handy during his time with Toothless and during Care of Magical Creatures classes. For example, he's able to hypothesize that dragons have a natural disdain for eels when his own dragon companion is repulsed by the sight of one and uses this to successfully drive back another Norwegian Ridgeback later.

He is very protective of Astrid and during his first year, he has a crush on her. Their feelings mature as they grew up and as his story progressed. Among the other teenage witches and wizards, Hiccup first comes off as awkward, mainly because he's a poor dueller, and rather scrawny for someone in his family, prompting mockery from his peers. As he becomes more adept at duelling, however, they start paying more attention to him, and friendships start developing. Despite this, Hiccup remains shy and secretive, preferring to be alone with Toothless. He also tends to be sarcastic with a dry sense of humor that can sometimes put him at odds with the other members of Ravenclaw house. It also seems that Hiccup likes to hide his fear with said sarcasm and dry humor. Due to his shyness, he had a habit of stuttering and stammering when talking to some of the other Hogwarts students, especially Astrid, or when his father is angry at him.

Despite his many virtues and his clear capabilities as a leader, Hiccup is not without his flaws. He is rather prone to letting his insecurities cloud his judgment and affect his actions; during his first years at Hogwarts, his desperation for the acceptance of his family, and his father in particular, cause him to regularly attempt to challenge his cousin to duels, only to end up doing more harm than good due to his clumsiness. In his fifth year, his mistaken belief that Stoick still does not accept him causes him to lead his friends on a potentially dangerous treasure hunt to prove himself. His innate friendliness and tendency to give others the benefit of the doubt cause him to be a little too trusting of strangers, leaving him vulnerable to manipulation and deceit by more dishonest characters, such as Heather and Mildew, on more than one occasion.

At one point, Hiccup shows a more unlikable, hypercompetitive side to his personality as he begins to score victories over Snotlout. Since Hiccup is unaccustomed to winning anything, he handles it poorly, letting the glory go to his head to the point where he briefly becomes as arrogant and unpleasant as Snotlout. Hiccup is also prone to overconfidence in his ability as a Prefect and Headboy, which becomes a major catalyst in his final year; his total belief that he would be able to reason with Drago causes him to run away from Hogwarts to confront the dark wizard, causing Stoick and Valka, who both witnessed firsthand the true extent of Drago's psychopathy and knew he could not be reasoned with, to chase after him. This indirectly but ultimately leads to Stoick's death at the hands of Drago when he puts Toothless under the Imperius Curse to demonstrate the superiority of his philosophy over Hiccup's. In spite of all his flaws, Hiccup is never above admitting when he is wrong and will do his best to make amends with others, showing he has a great deal of humility, and learning from his mistakes.

One extremely notable character trait Hiccup possesses is a deep sense of compassion. As a child, he is seen empathizing with his father over the loss of his mother, and even crying at the thought of an injured bird being killed in order to put it out of its misery. He later spares Toothless, and in doing so, changes his families' views on dragons forever. He was extremely uncomfortable with the thought of having to kill a dragon after graduating. Hiccup carries this quality throughout his Hogwarts years. He shows great sympathy to Snotlout at the end of a Quidditch match, giving up his own glory and fame for the sake of his cousin, though Snotlout showed no gratitude at all. He will almost never allow Toothless to use his full power against foes to prevent killing them. At one point, he begs Toothless to spare a Swedish Short-Snout that had nearly killed both of them just moments earlier. The peak of Hiccup's sympathy is displayed in his releasing Mildew from Azkaban. Upon seeing the horrible condition of Azkaban, Hiccup clearly displays pity for the old man. Unfortunately, Hiccup is occasionally naive in his sympathy, as Mildew betrayed him yet again right afterward. Still, his kind heartedness has resulted in many victories and accomplished the training of the deadliest dragons in the world.

The first person Hiccup would have been willing to kill was Alvin, his father's former friend. Originally, Hiccup was more interested in avoiding him, but as Alvin's plots hit closer and closer to everything and everyone Hiccup cares about, Hiccup seems to harden in a difficult resolution. He ordered Toothless to kill Alvin when he was threatening to toss Astrid off of a cliff. In the end of his sixth year, Hiccup and Toothless even charged Alvin in an attempt to kill him after he had captured, threatened, and deeply insulted both of them.

Overall, Hiccup is an intelligent, kind, and likable person who is naturally big-hearted and innocent. After starting to work at the Dragon Reserve where his mother worked, he and Toothless have become "adrenaline junkies", performing tricks like free-falling. He has also gone from being a shy boy to a confident young man, and "the greatest Dragon Master this world has ever seen" (as Astrid describes him to Drago Bludvist). He has a charitable and kind nature which allows him to see the good in everyone. He has especially been shown to care deeply for Toothless, his parents, Stoick and Valka, Astrid, and later their children Zephyr and Nuffink.

#crossover hogwarts au #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock

[badgirlcovention]

Bleach x TOH AU pt. 2

Part one laid down some basics but here goes the squads and the details. I haven't decided on all of the functions for each squad but I'm willing to take suggestions.

First Squad Function: Oversee the administrative and infrastructural duties of the Boiling Isles Captain: Gwendolyn Clawthorne Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Carnation (meaning: Motherly love) Color: Mauve

Second Squad Function: To train and run the Covenant Militia, which answers directly to the Commander-in-Chief/Captain of the Squad Captain: Lilith Clawthorne Lieutenant: Steve Cliffsinger Other notable members: Amity Blight (unseated officer; part of the noble Blight clan) Squad flower: Gladiolus (meaning: Strength, Integrity, Victory) Color: Arctic Blue

Third Squad Function: To train and run the Covenant Scout Patrol Captain: Terra Snapdragon Lieutenant: Other notable members: Dell Clawthorne (former Captain), Eda Clawthorne (former third seat) Squad flower: Magnolia (meaning: Nobility, love of nature) Color: Cadmium green

Fourth Squad Function: To treat the injured and manage supplies in the Boiling Isles Captain: Hettie Cutburn Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Valerian (meaning: Readiness) Color: Azure blue

Fifth Squad Function: To obtain and keep track of information in the Boiling Isles, sometimes delving into sensitive information Captain: Osran Lieutenant: Odalia Blight Other notable members: Squad flower: Hollyhock (meaning: Ambition) Color: Violet

Sixth Squad Function: Detention Unit Captain: Warden Wrath Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Black-eyed Susan (meaning: Justice) Color: Iron Grey

Seventh Squad Function: Captain: Adrian Graye Vernworth Lieutenant: Other notable members: Emira Blight (20th seat; part of the noble Blight clan), Edric Blight (unseated officer; part of the noble Blight clan) Squad flower: Amaryllis (meaning: Pride) Color: Sky blue

Eighth Squad Function: To maintain the structural and architectural integrity of the Boiling Isles Captain: Mason Lieutenant: Other notable members: Mattholomule (unseated officer) Squad flower: Chamomile (meaning: Patience in adversity) Color: Mocha brown

Ninth Squad Function: Captain: Vitimir Lieutenant: Other notable members: Boscha Volkov (currently unseated but nearing 20th seat already) Squad flower: Nasturtium (meaning: Patriotism, conquest, Victory in battle) Color: Yellow

Tenth Squad Function: Captain: Darius Deamonne Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Iris (meaning: Faith, trust, wisdom, hope, valor) Color: Orchid

Eleventh Squad Function: Captain: Eberwolf Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Hyacinth (meaning: Sport, game, play) Color: Red-Orange

Twelfth Squad Function: To run the Research and Development Department for technological advancement in the Boiling Isles Captain: Alador Blight Lieutenant: Other notable members: Squad flower: Lotus (meaning: Purity, enlightenment, self-regeneration, rebirth) Color: Magenta

Thirteenth Squad Function: Captain: Raine Whispers Lieutenant: Katya Other notable members: Squad flower: Edelweiss (meaning: Courage, devotion) Color: Scarlet

#The Owl House #Bleach AU

[sea-owl]

Hello! So I have a bit of a prompt for you, if you don't mind. I got the idea after reading "On the Way to the Wedding." Imagine Baron Featherington borrowed money from another friend of his and can not pay it back. Panicked he agrees to give the man anything. The man looks out the window and sees his son and daughter playing with Penelope, the children laughing and having fun. To be honest he likes the youngest Featherington and thinks she would be a good match for his son. (TBC)

So they strike a deal. Penelope will marry his son when the time is right and the Baron's debt is clear. Penelope is never made aware this but keeps in contact with her childhood friends through letters, even after they join the navy and the sister joins a finishing school. Cue Penelope's third season, standing alone at a victory ball for some naval captain. Except that naval captain is her childhood friend and he's not so little anymore. (tbc in part 3)

He spent years at sea to make a name for himself after his family fell on hard times and now feels worthy enough to marry his pretty red haired bride. His family is of course on board and even Portia can't say anything with him being the youngest captain and a hero to boot. From the looks the third and fifth Bridgerton keeps shooting at him, he may have some competition. He's waited years to marry Penelope and no Bridgerton is going to stop him. Who will win? Childhood sweetheart vs. first love.

I ain't gonna lie I thought you were talking about Edmund at first as the old friend Pen's dad owed money to. Mr. Navy Man better be courting Penelope properly then if he's gonna come in like that with no proper warning. Him and Colin about to duke it out in the courtship battles. Meanwhile Eloise about to have a cat fight with Mr. Navy Man's sister.

In this particular au though I think I would want Penelope to pay the debt back herself. To give her control on how this is going to go. After all Penelope is bloody Lady Whistledown. She's a businesswoman with an empire to run, and an estate to keep afloat. She barely has time for these courting games. Both boys are going to get on her nerves eventually.

Give me a scene of Penelope calling both Colin and Mr. Navy Man little boys and dismissing them because she's got Whistledown shit to do.

#bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #mr navy man #polin #i guess

[jakegooglyeyes]

Emblem of Roses - 1

A/N: HAHA YOU READ THE PROLOGUE AND THOUGHT THIS FIC WAS LIGHT-HEARTED? FOOLS!!! DO YOU THINK THE ANGST TAG IS FOR FUNSIES?

@gyllenhaalstories​ And here it is, as promise. Jake being irritatingly dumb.

Prev > Part 1 > Next

Pairings: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader, Maggie Gyllenhaal x reader (Medieval AU)

Summary: You were content with your quiet life as an illegitimate daughter of the King, hanging out with the maids and learning your craft. All that ended when your father married you to Jake of House Gyllenhaal, the Usurper, as a peace offering, a hostage. The rebellious Lord, believing you are the same as your father, has no intention of letting you live comfortably while the people suffer.

Word count: 5,500

Warnings: 18+ MINOR DNI , RPF, DUBCON, angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, hate to pining, polyamory, slow burn with smut, political marriage, mean!Jake to pining!Jake, cunning!Maggie, kind!reader.

Chapter warnings: DUBCON, very mean!Jake, angst, hurt but almost no comfort, hate oral sex (male receiving), brief deep throat, choking, humiliation, minor injury, forced marriage, tw blood, tw violence, tw war.

*** Your online experience is your responsibility. You have been warned. If any of these content upsets you, DO NOT READ!!! ***

Divider credit: @/firefly-graphics

Lord Jacob Gyllenhaal has been called many names: the hero, the traitor, the savior, and the usurper. He was once the General serving the King. But after the incident 5 years ago, House Gyllenhaal crowned him as the Lord of the Free North and denounced the King. This declaration effectively splits the Kingdom in half, the rebels in the North and the royalists in the South. As many have feared, the Kingdom was thrown into a bloody civil war. Within the first year of the conflict, Lord Gyllenhaal launched several offensive campaigns. He successfully took over multiple key cities, further crippling the Kingdom that's already been eating itself from the inside. The insurgent was named the Roses Rebellion after the banner of House Gyllenhaal.

While the Lord was a powerful and fearless commander, it wasn't only his leadership that enabled him to achieve so much in so little time. After all, the royal army is twenty times more numerous and better equipped than the Lord's men. Instead, people credited his swift victories to the incompetence and cruelty of the royal family. Even before the war, people were already fed up with the King and the nobles. Taxes are incredibly high. Nobles are free to commit horrendous crimes against peasants and face no consequences. People's anger toward the monarchy led many to leave the Southern cities to join the rebellion army or run away from their despicable lords.

Following his most recent victory, Lord Gyllenhaal now controls the Kingdom's most important seaport, essentially cutting off considerable supplies to the South. Naturally, this puts the royalists on edge. Even if the Lord cannot continuously attack them, he can still slowly deprive them of resources for years. Unfortunately, the Lord's army also suffered many losses. Unlike the King, who doesn't value his people, Lord Gyllenhaal made a tough decision to halt his campaign to let his people regain their strength and avoid too much loss of lives.

The war comes to a stalemate in its fifth year. After that, the battles switch from swords and arrows to politics and pretense. Lady Maggie, the Lord's sister and strategist, sends a letter to the King proposing a marriage between the Lord and his beloved daughter to help ease the tension between the two sides. The offer includes the promise that House Gyllenhaal will allow the seaport to remain open to the South. This marriage will secure the Gyllenhaal two things: a political hostage and, more importantly, a potential claim for the throne should the royal princess bear the Lord's son.

The King nearly beheaded the messenger who brought him the letter. This feels like a slap on his face. The Gyllenhaal chips off his Kingdom bit by bit and then demands his daughter as a prisoner. This is the gravest insult.

"Father, I don't want to. That monster will kill me just like he killed my brother."

Your half-sister kneels by her father's throne. She buries her face into his gold-embroidered mantle, crying until her voice cracks. Every time the crown prince's death is mentioned, the nobles shudder.

During one of the most momentous battles of the war, the crown prince's men intercepted a group of refugees, mostly runaway servants from the capital. Citing treason, the prince ordered his men to commit the vilest crimes against them, leaving no survivor. This was unnecessarily evil and foolish, as the refugees were already within House Gyllenhaal's controlled area. In response, the Lord captured the crown prince and flayed him alive. And his corpse was left out to be eaten by maggots and crows. Lady Maggie justified her brother's unprecedented action as "the will of the people" and proclaimed none of the King's wicked spawns would be spared.

The King puts his hand on his daughter's head, comforting her. He ensures her that he will never send his precious princess to the enemy to endure any kind of mistreatment. As the King is weighing his options, one of the royal advisers steps up to speak.

"My King, the letter doesn't say the princess has to be legitimate. I believe we might have an alternative."

The King's wrinkled face lights up when he remembers the bastard daughter. He finally has use for you after all these years of tolerating your shameful presence. Now, he gets an excellent reason to get you out of his sight forever while sending a useless prisoner to the enemy. It's a stone that strikes two birds. Lord Gyllenhaal wants a hostage from the royal family and someone who can give his House a lawful heir to the throne. The King will provide him with neither of those.

"Y/N. Where did you put the rosemary?"

"Rosemary? It's in the fifth drawer of the thirteenth row."

You are busy sorting dried herbs and other ingredients with the senior healer in the castle's infirmary, unaware of the storm waiting for you. This has been your job for the last 5 years. When the Roses Rebellion started, the Kingdom called for soldiers and healers. Around that time, the old royal healer came across your makeshift garden and your stash of potions. After an hour of stern lecturing on how bad the potion quality was and how neglectful you were for selling them to people, the grumpy healer asked if you wanted to be her apprentice.

The King couldn't care less. And your step-siblings avoid you like the plague, often mocking (from a safe distance) that you might be carrying some infectious disease working in the infirmary days and nights. You, on the other hand, cannot be happier. You no longer had to snoop around the royal healers and steal medical books to learn the craft. And there is also the great bonus of evading your step-siblings. Your teacher is often cranky, but she is a good woman. She teaches you as much as you can comprehend and shows you things the books never mentioned. For you, the old woman has become a motherly figure you never had.

Your work is soon interrupted by a guard ordering you to present yourself to the King. Your teacher, who has already served two Kings in her life, recognizes that nothing good can come out of this. But there isn't much she can do to help you. She looks at you with reassuring eyes.

"Hurry up and come back, girl. This mess is not going to sort itself out."

You nod at her and follow the guard to see the King.

Stepping into the throne room you were never allowed to enter, you feel nothing but bone-crushing pressure. You look at the man sitting on the throne, surrounded by his beloved children. Your eyes land on the beautiful girl standing beside him with a gleeful smile. Although her eyes are puffy and watery from crying too much, she looks thrilled to see you. Your younger half-sister isn't as vicious as her brothers, but she's also never friendly toward you.

"Come here, my dear daughter. Let your father see how much you've grown."

The King's command sends a shiver down your spine. He never spoke to you like that, never called you his daughter. Your instinct is screaming something is wrong. You feel like a deer encircled by a pack of wolves, waiting to tear your throat open with their sharp teeth. Your feet take small, cautious steps closer to the throne. The King puts up the facade of a caring father.

"Ah, my poor daughter. This incapable father wishes he could protect you. But alas, we need your help."

You patiently listen to the King. He goes on and on about how he wanted to turn down House Gyllenhaal's proposal but didn't have any other options. How your half-sister is still too young to be married. And how you, a royal family member, have a duty to protect the Kingdom. You have nothing to say, nor will they let your say anything. It surprises you how calm you are throughout the whole speech. It's more of an order you can't refuse. Your fate is sealed. In two months, Lord Gyllenhaal will send his people to escort his new bride to Goldenhall.

Right before you're about to leave, your step-sister approaches and hands you a steel dagger. She puts on a fake smile, pretending she's worried about your safety. But you can tell she's disgusted, wanting nothing but to stay away from you. You soon find out the meaning of the dagger. The King gives you one final order, assassinate Lord Gyllenhaal. Your so-called father doesn't even attempt to hide his scheme. The reluctance in your eyes cannot escape the adviser. The cunning man vaguely mentions your teacher as a veiled threat to pressure you.

"Do not fret, princess. My King knows you're worried about the well-being of the senior healer. We'll take care of her in your stead."

You don't know when and how you returned to the infirmary. The old healer doesn't have to ask. Your face suggests whatever the King told you wasn't great news. She asks you to finish your work early for the day, seeing that you cannot focus and keep making mistakes. She takes you to a small adjacent room, where the healers rest.

"Will you tell this old woman what's wrong?"

Tears abruptly pour down when you hear your teacher ask. She cradles your head in her arms and rubs your shuddering back as you cry like a child. The old healer calmly waits for you to let everything out until you quiet down.

"Master, I'll have to leave in two months," you swallow your tears, "The King has ordered me to marry Lord Gyllenhaal."

You cannot tell her about his other order because you don't want to worry her more. The old woman is shocked to hear the news. At first, she wonders why the Northern Lord would ask for an illegitimate princess as his bride. And then she realizes you are a substitute, nothing but a sacrificial lamb.

"You must go there as your half-sister?"

You nod. Her eyebrows knit together. Under normal circumstances, this would not have been too bad. Lord Gyllenhaal is known to be an honorable man. But if the King sends you there as a scapegoat, you must go under the identity of the trueborn princess. The Gyllenhaal may treat peasants, and even prisoners, with dignity. But they still hold resentment against the royal family following their leader's imprisonment and torture. Moreover, many among their ranks have been wronged by the nobles. They will not like someone with royal blood.

And worst of all, Lady Maggie's declaration of eradicating all of the King's descendants may not bode well for you, even if the claim was just one of her psychological tactics. Even if the crown prince deserved what happened to him, it was, first and foremost, a message, just like the burning effigy of the King 5 years ago. What will happen when House Gyllenhaal wants to send another message?

"Listen to me, Y/N. You're a good lass. You might not be physically strong, but your spirit is. If Lord Gyllenhaal is as righteous as people say, he will not be the fool that hurts my girl. Otherwise, he's no different from the rotten bunch in this place. And if he makes you cry, I will personally travel to Goldenhall and beat the Lord's ass."

Your chest tightens when the old healer addresses you as if you were her daughter. The woman never had children, but she has cared for you like her own. You laugh weakly between the tears as your teacher threatens to spank the Lord with her oak cane. She's trying to make you feel better. But both of you understand you are on your own once you arrive at the Northern hold.

You keep the old healer's company for the entire afternoon. She reminds you what potions you may need when you get a cold or a bloated stomach. She talks non-stop about how the cold weather in the Northern cities will affect the herbs and how to take care of them. You listen carefully and memorize everything she says.

By evening, a few maids come to let you know starting tomorrow, you are relieved of your duty as an apprentice healer, and you must stay in your chamber to learn the manners and etiquettes of a noble lady. You bid your mentor farewell before returning to your cold and lifeless place but stop and turn around to see your teacher holding back her tears. A peculiar thought comes across your mind.

"Can... Can I call you mother?"

The old healer almost lost it. She opens her arms wide as tears roll down her cheeks. You let her embrace you in her warmth as you mutter a longing word. Mother.

The fateful day has come. You put on the dress that was sent by House Gyllenhaal. It's not as extravagant as the dress the ladies in the capital wear, but it is expensive nonetheless. The dress is decorated with rose motif embroideries and lined with fox fur to prepare the wearer for the cold of the North. The maids adorn your hair with a single red rose ornament to match your dress and put makeup on your face. Then, they lead you to the carriage that will take you to your new home. You hear some people snicker and stare at you with amusement before arriving at the stable.

And then you understand why. The carriage is just a two-horse wagon that people use to transport grains and other things. A single horse handler controls the wagon, accompanied by a handful of guards on horses. There are no decorations except the Gyllenhaal roses banner. So, your husband's House treats you like a commodity they've purchased. Well, considering you are, in fact, a hostage, you should at least be thankful they didn't send a prisoner cage on wheels to pick you up.

Very few come to see you off, apart from your teacher, no, mother, and a few servants who are your friends. The servants give you dried fruit and salted meat as parting gifts because it's the only thing they can afford. You thank them, feeling warm in your heart that some people still care for you. Your mother gives you a small silver ring, her most valuable possession. You carefully put it in your leather pouch for safekeeping. You wave at them one last time, not knowing whether you'll ever see them again.

"Let's go."

The horse handler yells. But he was talking to the horses, not even caring about you. You sit still as the wheels start to roll. You bring very little, two wooden chests: one for personal items like clothing and the other for books, dried ingredients, and potions. You cover your face with a veil, ignoring the chattering as the wagon goes through the busy main street leading out of the capital. This is another part of Lady Maggie's strategy, parading the princess like a spoil of war to humiliate the royal family.

"Too bad, they wouldn't care. I'm just a bastard, not a real princess."

Apart from the day you leave the capital and the day you must present yourself to the Lord, you wear your regular clothes and put away the rose-embroidered dress. As a result, you look nothing like a princess about to be married to a Lord.

The journey is arduous. The horse handler thinks a princess like you would whine and complain, but you keep quiet the whole time, often burying your face in books when you are not eating or sleeping. Realizing you're more capable of handling yourself than his initial judgment, his attitude toward you softens somewhat. But still, it has nothing to do with him. You don't talk to him, and he leaves you alone. The wagon only stops to get supplies from the towns along the way or to rest for a few hours. Eventually, you enter the Northern territory, feeling the chill in the air.

When Goldenhall slowly appears on the horizon, you learn how unfitting the name is. The walled city is situated in a river valley, surrounded by majestic mountain ranges and pine wood. The place was built to withstand a siege and last for years.

The wagon slowly passes through the outer gate, approaching the solemn fortress on top of raised ground, surrounded by an extensive moat. Next, you go through a drawbridge, followed by a heavy gate before it closes behind you. The wagon then stops at the largest building in the fortress' center, where a man wearing a suit of armor is waiting for you on the stone steps.

You recognize the armor. It looks exactly like the armor with the two-rose emblem you saw five years ago. Except this one was tailored to fit a man, with broader shoulders perfectly complimenting his impressive physique. You step down from the wagon and finally have a clear view of your future husband.

Lord Gyllenhaal is a man in his prime with a ruggedly handsome look. But the way he looks at you makes your skin crawl. There is nothing but hostility and contempt in those blue eyes. You fear he will butcher you instantly if you dare to breathe wrong. It becomes apparent that he sees you the same way he sees the King and the royal family. You wonder if he would love to skin you alive as he did to the crown prince. Your time here suddenly doesn't look too good.

Things turn awkward as he stands idly on the higher steps, staring down at you, making you feel so tiny compared to him. You bend your knees a little to greet the Lord, who doesn't even bother to return the courtesy. Instead, he studies you from head to toe, looking for things to be bitter about. Finally, the Lord found one. He lifts his hand and tears the single red rose ornament out of your hair before throwing it onto the stone, crushing it under his boots. The hair on that side falls out, landing on your shoulder.

"It is an insult to only wear half of the House symbol. Do you not know this?"

"I'm truly sorry, My Lord. I really did not know. It will not happen again."

You frantically apologize while trying to fix your hair before anyone can see. You should not be seen unkempt, neither as a princess nor the Lord's bride. You dislike his blatant intimidation, but he isn't wrong. You realize even the repeated patterns on your dress denote two roses nestling together. You must pay more attention if you want your days to be peaceful.

"You should try harder if you are to be my wedded wife. We know you and your family look down upon our family and people. But out here, you are no longer a princess. You follow our rules." Before you have a chance to respond, the Lord turns his back on you and walks inside. "Come, do not make us wait."

You follow the Lord inside the building where his most important subjects are waiting to witness his wedding. This is the main hall where the Lord and Lady address their people. Some look amused at your embarrassment, while others grimace at the disrespect. They must have heard your exchange outside.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the graceful woman at the front end of the room. You remember her, 5 years ago on the crowded town square, between you and the loose horses. Today, she sports a rose-motif gown similar to the one you're wearing, albeit more austere and decorated with silver threads.

"Welcome to our humble abode. I hope the journey was not too tough on you, princess."

Lady Gyllenhaal smiles at you diplomatically as if she wasn't the one who orchestrated your humiliation. You have no clue her politeness is better or worse than her brother's scorn. At least with the Lord, you can tell what he might be thinking. His distaste for you, for example. You nod lightly before expressing your gratitude and other pleasantries you were taught to say. But, of course, she completely ignores them.

"Oh my, what happened to your hair?"

The lady gestures at one of her maids and approaches you. The maid soon brings her several metal hairpins and brooches. Lady Gyllenhaal carefully examines your hair's length and texture before securing the fallen hair with a few pins. She finalizes her work with an accessory made from decorative ironwork and colored stones, depicting, unsurprisingly, two roses.

"You have to forgive my brother. Our symbol represents unity and is not meant to be seen broken apart. But I am sure it was just an honest mistake. I will personally remind the Lord that not every swineherd or stableboy in this fortress knows about this rule."

"Oh? But she isn't a swineherd or stableboy now, is she? Should my future wife not know these things?"

"That's quite enough, My Lord."

The lady scolds her brother before returning to her position. You hear faint snickering around you. The Lord and Lady's treatment, friendly or otherwise, is the Gyllenhaals' way of showing people you are at their mercy. You just have to bear it, hoping they ignore you once they're bored. Confrontation will only hurt you. On the bright side, this is nowhere near the bullying you got from the people in the capital. You can handle this, you think.

Lady Gyllenhaal officiates the wedding. She recites prayers, the House's blessings, and other formalities. Despite declaring independence from the Kingdom, most customs remain the same, minus the praise for the King. So you can follow easily... until the Lord's turn to recite his vow.

"This is a waste of time." The Lord curses under his breath. Only you and the lady can hear. The woman clears her throat a few times, but he still won't budge.

"Jacob. I said enough." Lady Gyllenhaal's brows knit together. She gets so impatient with her brother's aggression that she stops using his honorary title.

In the end, Lord Gyllenhaal gives in. He glares at you before taking a full breath. His eyes soften for a brief moment as he seems to think of something else.

"I, Jacob of House Gyllenhaal, take my beloved one as my one and only wife. I vow to always give you my love and protection for as long as I shall live."

The first thought that comes to your mind is this oath is not for you. You wonder if the Lord has someone in his heart, though you're not in the position to ask. The thought goes away as quickly as it comes. You calmly recite your vow before Lady Gyllenhaal announces the two of you are husband and wife. Then, just when you expect the Lord will give you a kiss, he lets go of your hands and storms out of the room, leaving you alone and shamed in front of all the guests.

"I will speak to him. You must be tired. Let the maids show you to your chamber."

"Thank you, my Lady. You have been very kind."

You're still grateful despite knowing that the Lady only feigns her kindness. She has been the only person to show you kindness since you set foot in this place. To you, she is the same person who rode the black steed and saved your life years ago. And you take solace in that memory.

The maids leave you in the bed chamber. It's the same as everywhere else in the fortress, bare with little decorations. The room is decently clean, but it barely has any signs of people living in it. So, it is definitely not the Lord's chamber. A faint smell of mold still lingers, revealing this room was probably cleaned not long before you arrived. An unused spare bedroom is your first guess. You feel like an uninvited guest who overstays her welcome.

You sit on the bed and wait for what seems like hours. The sun has gone down, and the only light source is the fireplace. Then, just as you are about to fall asleep, you hear people arguing outside the room. But they are a tad too far to make out what they are saying. You can only tell it is the Lord and Lady Gyllenhaal. The noises are getting closer. The Lord sounds irritated, and his sister is equally annoyed, probably at him.

"Jacob, I want to see the girl ALIVE in the morning."

"FINE."

You jump out from your sitting spot as you hear their last exchange. The Lord kicks open the door and immediately slams it behind him with so much force that the sound almost hurts your ears. He scans the room like a hawk and sees you standing near the window farthest from the door. He chuckles with menace.

"Don't look at me like that. If anyone kills you in these walls, it's my dear sister."

He has removed his armor, leaving his trousers and shirt, which slightly opens to show his burly chest. He also reeks of alcohol. But, apart from the redness on his face and neck, he doesn't seem any less conscious. He drops himself onto the bed, facing you.

"Come here."

You try to stay calm, but your cold chill runs down your spine, and your hands are already sweaty. You are hoping the Lord would be too drunk and pass out any time now. But, unlucky for you, your hesitation only upsets him more.

"Don't make me repeat myself. Come here."

You walk until you stand in front of him. You open your mouth several times but don't know what to say. Finally, you decide it's best to keep quiet. He probably will loathe anything that comes from you.

"Strip."

So, it has come to this. You expect this to happen, but your mind is still resisting. You think of his wedding vow, which is never meant for you. The Lord must be upset because you take the place of his "beloved one." No one wants to be here, not you, not this man. But shouldn't you be the one who gets to be angry? You didn't do anything or hurt anyone. You didn't ask for any of this. All you want is to stay with your mother, work in the infirmary, and grow your plants. So, what gives everyone the right to take their problems out on you?

You slip the dress off as slowly as possible, wallowing in your quiet self-pity. The Lord watches as piece after piece of your clothes is removed. You're left standing there with your arms over your chest and private part. He grabs your arms and pulls them away, forcing you to be exposed to him. Even with the fireplace crackling, the air is still freezing, especially at night.

"Not bad for that old pig's blood. I'll make this easy for you."

The Lord begins to unbuckle his trousers, freeing his already erect manhood. The wine does make things easier. You would have been frightened by his size if you weren't already scared out of your mind. It's much bigger than the wooden models the maids show you during the two months of preparation.

"On your knees."

Your limbs go rigid. The cold makes your brain grind to a halt. It takes you a few moments to register what the Lord is saying. Annoyed at your lack of corporation, the man brings a hand to your crotch, stroking the soft mound.

"Or would my royal whore prefer an alternative?"

You are jolted awake by the feeling of his rough fingers. You step back, evading his touch. Reluctantly, you bend your knees and kneel between his thighs, eyes looking to the side, not wanting to see his veiny member. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer before his other hand guides the bulbous tip to your lips. Like the maids showed you, you open your mouth, taking him in.

"What a good royal whore. I would keep you around if you weren't an offspring of that pig. How revolting."

He says that, but his hand increases its strength, pushing your head down on his erection. You hear him groaning as more and more of his member invades your mouth. Soon, you let out a soft whimper, feeling you've reached your limit and cannot receive any more. But he hasn't taken enough pleasure from you. The Lord's grip grows tight. His other arm supports him on the bed, and he starts thrusting his hip upward.

"Relax your throat, or it will hurt even more."

Your shriek gets blocked off by the cock that suddenly goes down your throat. Tears start to well up in your eyes. Your nails dig into his thighs as the onslaught in your mouth continues. Your eyes roll back as the air in your lungs depletes with each thrust. Your pained sobbing excites him more, seeing his enemy's daughter suffer and in ruin.

Without warning, the Lord shoves your head down until your nose feels the coarse hair on his abdomen. He holds your head in place, ignoring your helpless flailing and muffled screams for air. Excessive spit runs down your chin and pools on the bed sheet.

"Oh, are you crying? Is this too much for you? I promise this is nothing compared to what your family did. Cry as much as you want. You look better crying while choking on my cock."

As you are about to fall unconscious, he pulls away, not entirely, but at least your airway is freed. Before you can take a breath, a hot liquid hits your tongue and fills your mouth's cavity. The Lord sighs, seemingly satisfied after taking out his fury and resentment on you. He withdraws his softening member while keeping his hand on your neck.

"On the bed sheet. Spit it out."

You obediently listen, not caring about his reason. You just want this to be over quick. You crawl halfway onto the bed and let out the seed he spilled inside your mouth, at least whatever you didn't accidentally swallow.

Thinking your nightmare is over, you try to gather the clothes on the floor to cover yourself. Your left wrist suddenly gets grabbed, and your eyes widen in fear as you see the Lord has unsheathed a dagger. Your reflex is quicker than your reason. You push the Lord away and regret it almost instantly, but your body feels like it has a mind of its own. For whatever reason, you try to bolt for the door. But you haven't taken a second step before a strong hand grips your arm and throws you onto the cold stone floor. The Lord's hand wraps around your throat and forces you to face him.

"You move without my permission again, and I'm going to chop your fucking legs off. My sister only said to keep you alive, not intact."

He shoves your head on the mattress and takes your left hand. The blade cuts into your palm. You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips, enduring the sharp pain as blood starts trickling down the bed sheet, mixing with the off-white seed, soaking into the fabric.

"See, that was easy, wasn't it."

He lets go of your hand and takes one look at his creation before opening the door to call for a maid. Then, without another word, he leaves the room, leaving you sitting on the floor, clutching your clothes with your hand to regain some sense of modesty and to stop the bleeding.

A middle-aged maid enters the room. She observes you as if to confirm something before changing the dirty bedsheet with a clean one. She then brings the discarded sheet with her outside. Once the door is closed, you are left alone again, with nothing but the faint heat and light from the fireplace illuminating the rose patterns on your crumbled dress.

The roses hurt your eyes like fire, and you don't want to see them anymore. You fold the gown neatly and set it down on a wooden chair. Then, you put on the clothes from one of the chests you bought here. Your stomach starts to grumble, reminding you that you haven't eaten since morning. Not wanting to talk to anyone right now, you search your chest for the dried fruit your friends gave you and take a few pieces. The sweetness calms you and also washes away the Lord's lingering taste. You take a small leather pouch with you to the bed. There are only two trinkets inside. One is the ring your mother gave you, and the other is a pendant with a peculiar stone. You hold the pouch close to your chest and slowly fall asleep from exhaustion.

#jake gyllenhaal x reader #maggie gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal imagine #maggie gyllenhaal fanfic #maggie gyllenhaal imagine #fic: emblem of roses #fics #nat writes #cw: dubcon #cw: rpf #tw: blood #tw: violence

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 4.10

428 – Nestorius becomes the Patriarch of Constantinople. 837 – Halley's Comet makes its closest approach to Earth at a distance equal to 0.0342 AU (5.1 million kilometres/3.2 million miles). 1407 – Deshin Shekpa, 5th Karmapa Lama visits the Ming dynasty capital at Nanjing and is awarded the title "Great Treasure Prince of Dharma". 1500 – Ludovico Sforza is captured by Swiss troops at Novara and is handed over to the French. 1545 – The settlement of Villa Imperial de Carlos V (now the city of Potosí) in Bolivia is founded after the discovery of huge silver deposits in the area. 1606 – The Virginia Company of London is established by royal charter by James I of England with the purpose of establishing colonial settlements in North America. 1710 – The Statute of Anne, the first law regulating copyright, comes into force in Great Britain. 1717 – Robert Walpole resigns from the British government, commencing the Whig Split which lasts until 1720. 1741 – War of the Austrian Succession: Prussia gains control of Silesia at the Battle of Mollwitz. 1809 – Napoleonic Wars: The War of the Fifth Coalition begins when forces of the Austrian Empire invade Bavaria. 1815 – The Mount Tambora volcano begins a three-month-long eruption, lasting until July 15. The eruption ultimately kills 71,000 people and affects Earth's climate for the next two years. 1816 – The Federal government of the United States approves the creation of the Second Bank of the United States. 1821 – Patriarch Gregory V of Constantinople is hanged by the Ottoman government from the main gate of the Patriarchate and his body is thrown into the Bosphorus. 1821 – Greek War of Independence: the island of Psara joins the Greek struggle for independence. 1826 – The 10,500 inhabitants of the Greek town of Missolonghi begin leaving the town after a year's siege by Turkish forces. Very few of them survive. 1858 – After the original Big Ben, a 14.5 tonnes (32,000 lb) bell for the Palace of Westminster, had cracked during testing, it is recast into the current 13.76 tonnes (30,300 lb) bell by Whitechapel Bell Foundry. 1864 – Archduke Maximilian of Habsburg is proclaimed emperor of Mexico during the French intervention in Mexico. 1865 – American Civil War: A day after his surrender to Union forces, Confederate General Robert E. Lee addresses his troops for the last time. 1866 – The American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) is founded in New York City by Henry Bergh. 1868 – At Arogee in Abyssinia, British and Indian forces defeat an army of Emperor Tewodros II. While 700 Ethiopians are killed and many more injured, only two British/Indian troops die. 1872 – The first Arbor Day is celebrated in Nebraska. 1875 – India: Arya Samaj is founded in Mumbai by Swami Dayananda Saraswati to propagate his goal of social reform. 1887 – On Easter Sunday, Pope Leo XIII authorizes the establishment of the Catholic University of America. 1896 – 1896 Summer Olympics: The Olympic marathon is run ending with the victory of Greek athlete Spyridon Louis. 1900 – British suffer a sharp defeat by the Boers south of Brandfort. 600 British troops are killed and wounded and 800 taken prisoner. 1912 – RMS Titanic sets sail from Southampton, England on her maiden and only voyage. 1916 – The Professional Golfers' Association of America (PGA) is created in New York City. 1919 – Mexican Revolution leader Emiliano Zapata is ambushed and shot dead by government forces in Morelos. 1919 – The Third Regional Congress of Peasants, Workers and Insurgents is held by the Makhnovshchina at Huliaipole. 1925 – The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is first published in New York City, by Charles Scribner's Sons. 1938 – The 1938 German parliamentary election and referendum seeks approval for a single list of Nazi candidates and the recent annexation of Austria. 1939 – Alcoholics Anonymous, A.A.'s "Big Book", is first published. 1941 – World War II: The Axis powers establish the Independent State of Croatia. 1944 – Rudolf Vrba and Alfréd Wetzler escape from Birkenau death camp. 1963 – One hundred twenty-nine American sailors die when the submarine USS Thresher sinks at sea. 1968 – The TEV Wahine, a New Zealand ferry sinks in Wellington harbour due to a fierce storm – the strongest winds ever in Wellington. Out of the 734 people on board, fifty-three died. 1970 – Paul McCartney announces that he is leaving The Beatles for personal and professional reasons. 1971 – Ping-pong diplomacy: In an attempt to thaw relations with the United States, China hosts the U.S. table tennis team for a week-long visit. 1972 – Tombs containing bamboo slips, among them Sun Tzu's Art of War and Sun Bin's lost military treatise, are accidentally discovered by construction workers in Shandong. 1972 – Vietnam War: For the first time since November 1967, American B-52 bombers reportedly begin bombing North Vietnam. 1973 – Invicta International Airlines Flight 435 crashes in a snowstorm on approach to Basel, Switzerland, killing 108 people. 1979 – Red River Valley tornado outbreak: A tornado lands in Wichita Falls, Texas killing 42 people. 1988 – The Ojhri Camp explosion kills or injures more than 1,000 people in Rawalpindi and Islamabad, Pakistan. 1991 – Italian ferry MS Moby Prince collides with an oil tanker in dense fog off Livorno, Italy, killing 140. 1991 – A rare tropical storm develops in the South Atlantic Ocean near Angola; the first to be documented by satellites. 1998 – The Good Friday Agreement is signed in Northern Ireland. 2009 – President of Fiji Ratu Josefa Iloilo announces the abrogation of the constitution and assumes all governance in the country, creating a constitutional crisis. 2010 – Polish Air Force Tu-154M crashes near Smolensk, Russia, killing 96 people, including Polish President Lech Kaczyński, his wife, and dozens of other senior officials and dignitaries. 2016 – The Paravur temple accident in which a devastating fire caused by the explosion of firecrackers stored for Vishu, kills more than one hundred people out of the thousands gathered for seventh day of Bhadrakali worship. 2016 – An earthquake of 6.6 magnitude strikes 39 km west-southwest of Ashkasham, shakes up India, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Srinagar and Pakistan. 2019 – Scientists from the Event Horizon Telescope project announce the first ever image of a black hole, which was located in the centre of the M87 galaxy.

#Events

[phoenixspirits]

ROMAN RORY AU ( plotted with @faerietaled )

Rory is a bona fide roman centurion born in the year 77AD. 

Grandfather, a Gaul, gained his citizenship after serving in the auxiliaries. He served in the invasion of Britain and took a British wife. He was granted citizenship and land when he retired from the Legion.

Father born in 49AD, Gaius Villius Brennus. His father served briefly in the Legion before he was injured in the invasion of Wales somewhere around 72AD. He stayed in Glevum (Gloucester) where his legion was based, and had farmland and worked as an administrator in town after the Legion moved to Wales. Mother, Julia, was from a Roman family who had moved to England following her father/brother in the Legions. 

Rory was born in 77AD. Full name Aulus Villius Aureus, known to his family as Rory. Joined his father’s Legion aged 18. He gained the rank of Cohort Centurion due to bravery and victory in battle when he was 21 and continued to work slowly up the ranks of centurions. In 100AD he’s in charge of the Fifth Cohort.

PLOT: 

in 102AD, the year of the Pandorica, Rory is the Centurion second-in-command of a small vexillatio based in Sorviodunum. Strange romans have been infiltrating his men and Rory feels like he’s the only one who has noticed these strange Legionaries appearing. 

One day a Roman officer arrives at the fort, accompanied by about fifty men. Rory is confused by his arrival because he doesn’t recognise his name, but he has all the correct papers etc. The next day, ‘Cleopatra’ arrives. Rory’s fairly certain that Cleopatra died years ago but the Commander is not suspicious at all. 

The Doctor and Amy arrive. They need help, and Rory is willing to help because he wants answers for these strange goings on, so he rounds up some volunteers from the Legionaries and leads them to Stonehenge. 

Like in canon, he saves Amy from the Cyberman

In opposition to canon, he also saves Amy from being killed by the plastic romans when they are activated, but in the process they get separated from the Doctor and Stonehenge. The Autons don’t die easily and there are other aliens hanging about so it takes weeks for them to fight their way back to the Doctor and the Pandorica and meet the version of the Doctor from the future, as in the episode. This gives them plenty of time to fall in love.

As Rory is not plastic and Amy is not dead, there’s no reason for anyone to stick around for two thousand years, so they just leave the Pandorica empty and travel back to the future with the Doctor. 

They save the universe much like canon. But when the universe is reset by the Big Bang II, Rory ends up back in 102AD where he should be. But because of his time displacement he still remembers what happened. He assumes it was a dream with no evidence of anything otherwise.

There’s no wedding going on in 2011 of course, but River still uses her diary to prompt Amy into remembering the Doctor (and Rory). She then encourages Amy and the Doctor to go back for Rory, and Rory starts travelling with them. 

#( verses ) rory: ancient history #//me neck deep in roman research #//indulging myself ngl

[annaquenta]

[Image description: A drawing of Maedhros and Fingon from the Silmarillion, celebrating on a victorious battlefield. Fingon is pulling Maedhros down to kiss him, and Maedhros is pulling Fingon close to him. Maedhros is a tall elf man with pale skin, long red-orange hair, a golden prosthetic hand, and a three-pronged scar over his right eye; he is wearing mahogany and bronze-colored armor and several blue earrings in in his long ear. Fingon is a short elf man with dark brown skin and black hair braided with gold ribbons; he is wearing light blue and silver armor, a silver helmet with a long blue plume, and a blue cape emblazoned with the sun emblem of the Nolofinwions. End image description.]

August 9, 2020

Finally some Russingon!! I’ve never drawn them together before?? somehow?? anyway, here’s the remedy for that!

This is set in an AU where they win the Fifth Battle...this is them sharing a victory kiss in the sunrise. Day will come again!

References: position / position

#russingon #maedhros #fingon #silm #silmarillion #findekano #maitimo #nelyafinwe #russandol #maedhros x fingon #annaquenta art #august 9 #2020 #tolkien drawings #fifth battle victory au #colored pencil

[asian-ascian]

Still thoroughly obsessed with @shepherds-of-haven​ and Liv, but also obsessed with Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, and I had the brilliant idea of “why not an ORV AU”. I finished the Fifth Scenario Arc a few days ago and.....oh my god.....Shin Yoosung.....crying in the club but it also gave me major inspo, especially after I found out I could actually save Rika if I used a WoP instead of magic oop, time to restart my game--

N e ways, major spoilers for ORV below. Some more ramblings at the end too, if you wanna know more about my AU bs.

It should be raining, Liv thinks dully, as she casts her gaze up to the sky. Grey, cloudy, but no rain, no snow. In moments like this, when someone meets a tragic end, it should rain. Isn't that how it always goes in the novels? 

Is this world not a novel come to life in all of its terrifying, terrible glory?

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking faintly.]

Judging by the crying and wailings of both her companions and the other incarnations around her, Liv is not alone in this feeling of bitterness and melancholy.

From beside her, Caine swipes at his eyes, his other hand slipping into Liv's and clutching it tightly. Instinctively, Liv squeezes his hand back. The younger Rika buries her face into Liv's opposite side, and Liv feels her coat getting soaked. Absently, Liv strokes the top of Rika's head.

The final Disaster has been defeated, but Liv does not feel like celebrating, not when victory meant the loss of someone who could have been saved—someone who she had been so close to saving, were it not for that damn dokkaebi.

The Rika of the future, the "Disaster of Floods", has died, while they get to live on.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking faintly.]

Bronwyn comes up next to her, silent. Instead of its usual intimidating, foreboding effect, this silence is subdued. Somber.

Regretful.

“I didn’t want it to end this way,” Liv says plainly. 

Despite the quietness of her statement, the fact that she's broken her usual silence speaks volumes of the weight on her shoulders.

Attack me, the older Rika had begged Liv in her mind over the roar of battle, fighting against the will of the dokkaebi. 

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking faintly.]

“I didn’t want her to die.”

Stop me, Rika had pleaded as Liv closed in on her, her skin burning and cracking as she pushed through the ether storm with her weapon in hand.

Rika wanted Liv to kill her. 

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking faintly.]

“I wanted to save her.”

But even then, Liv could not bring herself to strike the finishing blow. Even then, she could not honor Rika’s desperate request, instead letting another do it in her stead.

Silence. 

Then—

“I know. Thank you.”

Startled, Liv turns her head to look at Bronwyn, blinking up at him with a bewildered look in her eyes. His face resolutely stays trained to where the elder Rika perished, something pained and tortured swirling in his gaze in a rare moment of vulnerability.

“You tried to help her, all the way to the end. You refused to give up on her, even when I already had, and she herself did as well.”

Oh. 

Ah.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking.]

Liv remembers, then, the look on the elder Rika’s face when Liv found her after reviving. 

The conflict. The agitation. The turmoil.

She remembers the look on her face when Liv declared her intentions to spare her, to save her, for the entire channel to hear, the look on her face when all the incarnations stood by her side and refused to take up the bounty scenario. 

The confusion. The realization. The uncertainty.

The hope.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking.]

Bronwyn turns to her. He still looks troubled, but he forges on with a resolute sort of determination.

“I still do not trust you. I do not know if I ever will. But you have a kind heart, Liv Novak, despite your or anyone else's claims otherwise. You may have failed to save her life, but you saved her in a different way. Her…” He hesitates, then adds tentatively, “...and me, as well.”

There is a lump in Liv’s throat that she can’t seem to swallow down.

Attack me, the older Rika had begged.

Stop me, she had pleaded.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking.]

Liv remembers this chapter in Ways of Survival well. It was her favorite one, after all, despite her dissatisfaction with the conclusion. Liv remembers reading about the elder Rika’s hatred, her betrayal, her despair. Liv remembers Blade Bronwyn’s mistakes, the careless words, the little things that drove Rika to the edge. Liv remembers the sympathy she felt for Rika, a little girl forced to grow up too fast, forced to watch her companions die, forced to travel alone through the labyrinth of worlds for over a thousand years in a desperate attempt to save her friends, forced to watch the person she admired the most become someone she couldn’t recognize. Liv remembers loving the chapter because it invoked such strong emotions in her. Liv remembers wanting better for the woman Rika became.

As a mere reader, she could do nothing to change Rika's fate. When the novel became her reality, she thought that maybe, just maybe, she finally had a chance. She had foolishly believed that now that she was no longer a mere spectator, but an actual “protagonist”, she could get the best outcome, the best ending.

But in the end, omniscient does not equal omnipotent. 

In the end, she was still powerless in the face of thousands of heartless constellations. 

In the end, Rika still died, and Liv Novak could do nothing about it.

…And yet—

“Thank you, Liv Novak.”

Liv feels something heavy and hot building up behind her eyes as Blade Bronwyn meets her gaze head on—just as intense as ever, but compassionate of her plight for the first time ever since they’ve met.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking violently.]

Attack me, the older Rika had begged Liv, not because she had given up on her life.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking violently.]

Stop me, she had pleaded, not because she was tired of fighting.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking violently.]

Liv Novak could not give Rika the best ending.

Protect this “round”.

“Thank you, for giving us back our hope.”

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking violently.]

But she could still give her a better ending.

She could still give her salvation.

Just like she had always wanted.

That would simply have to be enough.

[Personal Skill, The Fourth Wall, is shaking violently.]

Bronwyn quietly turns away to give Liv some semblance of space as she—for the first time since the world as she knew it started to become like the novel she so dearly loved—finally lets all of her conflicting emotions consume her and weeps freely, a small, distant part of her mind wondering again why there isn't any thundering rain to drown out her tears and wailing cries.

Caine's grip on her hand tightens. So does the younger Rika's hold on her coat.

Liv will find a way to revive the older Rika. She swears it. She will alter the ending, even if it means she has to die again and again.

But for now, in this small moment, she lets her grief and joy be the only things on her mind.

I’m probably the only one who’s read ORV and played ShoH so I doubt there’s a lot of people who understand but please know that the Fifth Scenario Arc has me DESTROYED I will never emotionally recover from it and I guarantee you neither will Liv.

I haven’t fully finished ORV yet so most of my stuff on this is just vague ramblings and who is similar to what character and what would have been different if this specific character was there but I am obsessed with this AU and it lives rent free in my head. 

All I know for certain is that Liv takes the place as Kim Dokja, Blade is Yoo Jonghyuk, Caine is Lee Gilyoung, Rika is Shin Yoosung, and Priscilla is Yoo Sangah. Everyone else just kinda loosely fits the roles of other characters or shares them (though I think I have Lavinet pinned as Min Jiwon, but like, she gets more screen time than her? if that makes sense lol).

Also what I find hilarious about Blade as YJH is that in my notes I have written down “Personality wise, he’s still more like OG ShoH Blade instead of YJH, so unlike YJH, he’s more prone to admitting/expressing his true feelings and care for his companions” which...considering OG Blade’s personality, it says QUITE a lot about YJH LOL.

#Ascian Writes #shepherds of haven #shepherds of haven fanfiction #shepherds of haven mc #shoh #shoh mc #original character #Liv Novak #Blade Bronwyn #Caine Tavadon #rika #orv #orv au #alternate universe #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscient readers viewpoint #I will never recover from Shin Yoosung #Lee Gilyoung and Shin Yoosung are my children now #and now Caine and Rika are Liv's 😔😔😔 #ALSO RIKA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW I COULD ACTUALLY SAVE YOU PLEASE FORGIVE ME #also love the idea of Blade having a similar relationship with Liv as YJH does with Kim Dokja #wherein it's just *extreme distrust. may or may not kill you. probably will* #to 'this is the only person worthy of being called my companion' #and then in Blade and Liv's case....eventually goes to. 'fuck. im in love arent i' #but liv does not perceive......every time blade shows the slightest ounce of care she's just like #'well of course he wants to keep me alive. i know the future and am his best shot at survival' #blade tries to stop being emotionally repressed....[the fourth wall] causes his feelings to bounce right off LOL #f in chat for blade....

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Submitted prompt: Should have done this from the beginning.

divergence after the “Sapotis” episode and Marinette being her usual smart self.

Crack au.

Hawkmoth being an idiot like usual, because if he was not, he would have won before the first season even ended.

Seriously, how did the series reach this far?

By all rights Hawkmoth should have been obliterated by Marinette’s planning by now.

The guy is so incompetent that it hurts seeing the protagonists needing to be dumbed down so the villain can have any chance at all.

And seeing that he ends up controlling Chat Noir on multiple occasions and he doesn’t order the Akuma to give him the Ring first, therefore attaining half of his goal and taking away one of the heroes’ weapons against him, I really fear how much of an idiot they will make Marinette and the rest in the “epic final battle” they might have in the end of the series. (if the series reached the fifth season, that is)

(Oh, we can pray it gets canceled. Let’s do that. Cross your fingers.)

–

So, the “Sapotis” episode.

We know that Marinette required the help of another miraculous and she asked for the Fox miraculous to have Alya as the temporary hero to help her deal with her Akumatised sisters, and after the incidenct, she returned the Miraculous to Fu.

And here, the events diverge, because Marinette isn’t an idiot, except when the plot demands her to become one (like the Lila situation, because if she wasn’t she would have told Alya that putting that interview will make Lila a target for those who want to hurt Ladybug and think Lila will be a key to their evil plots).

So, since Marinette is not forced to read some nonsensical script of how she must act to the knowledge of the new kwamies and their powers so she wouldn’t ruin any tension or status quo, she decides to use this new knowledge.

So, after a few days of geting to know the kwamies and their abilities (after convincing Fu off how benificial that would be), she makes the near-perfect plan to deal with Hawkmoth.

Skip to another Akuma fight (before “Gorizilla”), and Marinette dealt with the Akuma and purified it, and smirked.

Hawkmoth wouldn’t know what hit him if her plan and knowledge were correct…

And we now focus on the same butterfly that was corrupted by Hawkmoth’s energy, as it was returning to it’s master.

It entered through the window, and stood on the floor, as the villain was still ranting about how victory will be his, because he is dramatic.

Unfortunately for the villain, his rant is cut short by a nasty surprise as he suddenly felt that something had touched his back, and he promptly fell on his back, and directly looking at two small figures above him.

Pollen and Longg, looked directly in the villain’s eyes whose heart was quickly filled with fear as he was not even able to talk.

Longg simply nodded to his fellow Kwami for successfully paralyzing the villain, and pointed at him.

“Surprise, Hawkmoth. And goodbye.”

And then Gabriel got struck by lightning and heavy water.

//

“So, Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and he is dead now, and there is some living woman imprisoned insome coffin?” Marinette asked.

“Yes” The two kwamies responded.

“… You know what? I will just go home, and sleep all day. Reality is becoming much stranger than fiction today and I have no more patience for any more weird relevations for now.” Marinette said bluntly and left so her brain can process what he just learned.

Next thing, she will find out that Adrien, the “awkward and naive” kid she is crushing on for his “kindness” is her shamelessly irresponsible and cruel partner and that her entire world is a self-insert fanfic where he is the self-insert, that got it’s own show and that she and Chat Noir are “destined” to be because of some weird symbolism or whatever.

//

“Wa- wait a minute! This is not what the end of the story should be like!” Adrien promptly throws a tantrum. “I am the self-insert, I am supposed to have the perfect ending and get the Girl! Why aren’t I getting Ladybug’s love!?”

Kid, you have like, a million fangirls wanting to date you, along with girls who by all rights will be tired of dealing with you by now. Especially Marinette/Ladybug.

At the very least make an effort to actually be a geniunely good person, instead of being the self-insert of a 40-years old white cis misogynistic racist guy, then you can bother me with your weird Happily Married After imaginations.

And goodbye.

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RAB fics I read This Week (21-27 where did March go??? i feel attacked)

Rewriting Destiny by mayawrites95 (mayarox95) After Voldy's defeated everything goes to hell in a hellbasket when Lucius Malfoy becomes the Minister of Magic. Knowing they're fucked beyond saving, Draco and Hermione do a ritual that yeets them to 1972 as Hermione Potter, younger sister to James, and Draco Black, youngest brother to the Black sisters. Together they work on mending relationships and battling prejudice. It's pretty good

movement by oceanicfeelings Jegulus used to be a thing, Regulus ficks off to the cave, in 1982 James finds him and saves him and Lily is dead and Voldemort isn't dead enough. Super beautifully written ok

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona WOOOOOOOOOO! Pandora and Regulus! Strangers to Besties to Lovers! And so much more! ♥♥♥♥♥

Best Friend's Brother by zeppazariel huhuehehehe, in Remus and James' defence, they didn't know their best friends had brothers when they started dating their dark and handsome men.

melodrama by moonymoment I. Okay I love this, Regulus bribes Mrs. Noriss with Catnip so that he can read in the library after curfew, and that's only the first of absolutely beautiful things about this fic. Jegulus.

Best birthday present ever by anauro get your tissues ready, you're going to melt! Married Jegulus

it feels so good when i suffer (its so insane the things we do) by hidingskeletons Sirius @ James: Hey, everybody likes you. Make my brother like you so that he doesn't become a Death Eater! James: ok *proceeds to fall in love with Regulus* I mean that bit didn't happen yet as we're only 2 chapters in but I can see it coming already and it's going to be glorious xD

Thin White Lies by wotcherremus Wrong number Identity Porn Texting Fic with estabilished Jegulus (they're idiots and i love them your honour) and developing wolfstar :D

The Marauders and the Philosopher's Stone by SilverShadow1 Marauders read HP books BUT THERE'S A TWIST as it's an AU and Jegulus are dating :D Lily is so ready to murder Dumbledore and Vernon ♥

The Blood In Your Mouth by moonysmirrorball Story of toxic love, JAmes and Lily are detective, Remus is their scientist, Sirius MArlene and Mary are M16 and Regulus is the serial killer they're trying to catch. #GiveRegulusAKnife2k22

Ready or Knot by La_Matrona first POV Hermione, she goes home with an older man on a vacation at Spain aaand it turns out the guy is her bast friend's godfather's younger brother and wants to marry her now haha talk about awkward. Very horny

From Eden by INFPwriter Anne (Harry's little sister) is sent back to the 70s to change the course of time and save the wizarding Britain from Voldy. They make up a very patchy story about her being James' American cousin, and also she and Regulus are sooo not dating, no sire :D

a shrike (to your sharp and glorious thorn) by nyxveuss Regulus got yeeted to fifth year, discontinued and being rewritten but def give it a read!

lycoris radiata by nyxveuss the re-write of aforementioned, some things are similar some things are different but it's amazeballs all the same!

t’s always summer under the sea by nyxveuss :((( Regulus is straight up not having a good time after Sirius runs away from home.

victory does not make us conquerors by nyxveuss Harry dies at the Forbidden Forset and chooses to go back in time to save REgulus and end the war sooner. Whoopsie, they get captured by the Death Eaters. No bond forged is like a bond forged by sharing a prison cell and being tortured for info. They gets saved tho!

Madness by any other name by AtomicMint Regulus is accidentally gaining a following of Hufflepuffs.

The Pure Blood Prince by pjxckson Regulus in the cave was frozen in time, Harry pulls him out and Regulus gets the chance to redeem himself and kick Voldy's butt for real! Ft. Charlie Weasley!

As The World Caves In by reylo_is_canon Hermione and Theo travel to 70s and get Regulus and Snape to help them defeat Voldemort

Did You Miss Me? by Fantismal, Krethes Jily and Wolfstar and Longbottoms and Floradora in a modern college texting fic with Regulus as mostly plot device and background character

A Star Goes Out by tuxedoallie So! Good! and different. James and Regulus are dating, bring Lily in their relationship, Barty is clinically a psychopath BUT HE'S TRYING OKAY it's not his fault Regulus can't communicate to save his life

For Shits and Giggles by silverfield Regulus' bowels can't kill him if he goes out with a bang first, right? Everyone else around him disagrees. I love protective Barty ♥

Quite Like Us by Anonymous wrong number texting au Jegulus, v sweet!

BLAME by YouBlitheringIdiot FUCK DUMBLEDORE ALL MY HOMIES HATE DUMBLEDORE THIS WAS A PSA THANK YOU aka JAmes took the blame for the Prank and became Dumbledore's spy among Death Eaters

Finders Keepers by jeggie_toast AAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS WAS SO GOOD slowburn Jegulus, with sad and happy ending, you can pick :D

Tides by jimmyjanejams PIRATE ROYALTY AU I REPEAT WOLFSTAR JEGULILY PIRATE ROYALTY AU

#regulus black #fic rec

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the ebb and flow | part one

“But you do know that it’s possible for a child of wisdom and a child of the sea to be amicable. Maybe even be more than that. However, at the end of the day, it’s really just because of you and Jeongguk.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 2.2k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, character tension lol

a/n: ahhh. today’s our baby bun’s birthday + dynamite is number one on billboard, so you know i had to deliver something! for a while now, i’ve wanted to start a drabble series (especially since i always feel pressured to write longer 10k+ fics). also, i love pjo so, so much. this idea has been on my mind for a while now, so i really hope you all enjoy! i can’t wait for you guys to read the next parts :) xoxo

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the fifth summer - in which you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place

Perhaps, challenging Cabin Three to an impromptu capture the flag game had been a bad idea from the start. However, you fully blame their head counselor for egging you on in the first place.

If Jeon Jeongguk would just learn to keep his damn mouth shut, maybe you wouldn’t have felt the need to defend yourself. The only reason you challenged Poseidon’s cabin in the first place was because he called your battle strategy weak. Thinking about it now, you honestly don’t recall how the conversation even got to that subject—after all, you and Jeongguk argued a lot most days—but you knew he was wrong.

How could you—a daughter of Athena—have weak battle strategy? The idea was absolutely absurd. Your mother was the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy; and as a child who literally sprung forth from her brain, you inherited every drop of her skills.

While you admit that the son of Poseidon is probably one of the more capable demigods here—though you’ll never dare say it to his face—he’s also arrogant, and arrogance never wins in a game of pure strategy. Thus, in the five summers you both have attended Camp Half-Blood, you’ve won more capture the flag games than Jeongguk has. Maybe he forgot that little fact.

“Are you sure you want to lose again, Jeon?” you asked him, a smirk stretched across your lips.

“I think you’ll be the one losing today, miss goody-two-shoes.”

Unfortunately, neither of you managed a victory this time because a certain someone from Apollo’s cabin spilled the beans to Chiron. You don’t even know how Jung Hoseok found out about the game, probably from one of those sneaky Hermes kids, but you were going to—

“Y/n, I expected better from you.”

You freeze up at the disappointed look on Chiron’s face. Although your pride is wounded, you know he’s right—you’ve always been a top-notch camper, which is why you’re head counselor of your cabin. However, when Jeongguk gets involved, you just can’t seem to think clearly. Beside you, you hear the devil himself break into laughter. He attempts to hide it as a cough, but Chiron doesn’t buy it and shoots him a glare.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off the hook either, Jeongguk.” The boy sobers up. “You both know better.”

“Sorry, Chiron,” the apology simultaneously slips past both your lips.

The centaur sighs. “It was quite reckless to get both your cabins involved like that. It’s only the first full week of summer, and things are already this bad?”

You know he’s referring to the first time you and Jeongguk butted heads together. It was your second summer, and Jeongguk accidentally shot a canon of water in your face while you were practicing your archery. Your natural reaction was to shoot an arrow back at him. Obviously, you both got a mouthful from Mr. D afterwards.

Since then, as each summer’s gone by, it’s been little things—like tripping each other, spilling food on each other, causing the other to lose at games. This impromptu capture the flag is probably the worst thing you’ve both decided to do.

“I promise it won’t happen again,” you speak up, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Can you?” Chiron lifts a brow.

Suddenly, Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, I sure can. Because it was y/n’s idea in the first place—”

“Only because you made me do it!” you interrupt, facing him now. “It’s always you and your cocky attitude that gets us in trouble.”

“Well, what about your pride, huh? You’re too damn prideful to admit that you. Can. Be. Wrong,” he spats. “Have you thought about that?”

You are riled up; you can feel your body shaking. “I’m never wrong, Jeon Jeongguk.”

“I think that’s enough, you two.”

Taking a step back, you release a deep exhale and turn to face Chiron again. “Sorry…again.”

He just waves your words away and clears his throat. “I will let this incident go”—your ears perk up at that— “only if you two serve a punishment.”

Your stomach drops at his words. In all of your years here, you’ve never done anything bad enough to warrant a punishment. You’ve seen plenty of younger campers receive penalties in the past, but you’re eighteen now and the thought of having to do something embarrassing in front of the entire camp makes you nauseous. No one would let you live that down.

“How about cleaning the Pegasus stalls for a week?”

“A week?” you exasperate. Cleaning stalls was much better than doing something during the campfire, that’s for sure. But still—a week is a long time. You have campers to take care of. “I don’t have a week to spare just to clean—”

“Okay,” Chiron interrupts. “We’ll make it two.”

Jeongguk shoots you a death glare, but you can’t help the next words that tumble past your lips.

“But isn’t Taehyung in charge of the stables?” You refer to the son of Zeus. “Why the—”

“Should I make it a whole month?”

“Two weeks is perfect,” Jeongguk grits through his teeth.

“Okay, I expect you both to be at the stables sharp and early tomorrow morning then,” Chiron smiles. “Just be glad Dionysus isn’t here this week or you both would’ve had worse punishments.”

After he dismisses you both, you begrudgingly follow Jeongguk out of the Big House. By this point, it’s almost dinnertime and you really should make sure everyone in your cabin is already at the dining pavilion. As you’re lost in thought about what to eat for dinner tonight, Jeongguk suddenly turns around and forces you to stop in your tracks.

“Thanks a lot,” he practically spits out venom. “Your big mouth gave us an extra week with the Pegasi.”

“Looks who’s talking,” you frown. “You have the biggest mouth there is.”

“At least I know when to shut up,” he retorts. “Now, we have to clean the stables every damn morning.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act like I actually want to spend more time with you than I already do, Jeon.”

Bypassing him, you ignore his grunts of protest and make your way to Cabin Six. Outside of the gray building, you already see some of your half-siblings making their way to dinner. You greet a few of them, but they’re not who you’re looking for. Walking inside the cabin, you search the stacks of the books and finally find who you’re searching for. As if he knows you’re staring at him, he looks in your direction. “Hey.”

“Hey, Namjoon,” you wave at him.

He sets the book he’s holding down and begins walking towards you. “How did the meeting with Chiron go?”

“Oh,” you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. “Jeongguk and I have to clean the Pegasi stables for two weeks.”

Namjoon scrunches his nose at that. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Tell me about,” you sigh, and then look him in the eyes. “Because of that, would you mind helping me with counselor duties these next few weeks?”

“Sure,” he shrugs. “I mean, it can’t be that bad, right?”

You consider Kim Namjoon to be your second-in-command. As a son of Athena, he is equally as brilliant as you—if not more so—and is a natural born leader. And in all honesty, he could’ve been the head of the cabin; except, he didn’t want to. Something about how he’d rather spend his days doing more productive things.  

“Yeah,” you nod, “just make sure everyone’s awake in time for breakfast—you know how some of the kids can be without proper nutrition—and morning activities.”

Namjoon seems to ponder this for a moment before agreeing and you both head off to the dining pavilion. You’re thankful that there’s someone like him in your cabin, that you two get to be technical half-siblings. Because it’s going to be a long next two weeks.

That night at dinner, as you’re drinking from the pavilion goblets, you feel a pair of eyes burn the back of your head. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s from table three. Jeongguk’s predictable like that. And as you throw your food offerings into the fire and prepare for the nightly campfire, you never feel his gaze leave you.

***

A part of you wants to blame the fact that you hate Jeongguk so much on your mother’s rivalry with his dad.

Ever since Athena became the patron saint of Athens, you know she’s had issues with Poseidon. You don’t know why—olives are so much better than a salty water spring anyway. But you do know that it’s possible for a child of wisdom and a child of the sea to be amicable. Maybe even be more than that.

However, at the end of the day, it’s really just because of you and Jeongguk.

Ever since you were thirteen and started your first year at camp, you’ve hated him. What started off as a simple dislike became this thing where you can’t even stand to be in the same room as him. Every half-blood knows that you both are rivals, which is why you’ve never willingly been on the same capture the flag team or on a quest together. Not that you’d want to anyway.

Which is why it makes this punishment so terrible. You have no doubt Chiron knew exactly what he was doing.

Despite your repulsion towards the son of Poseidon, you wake up before the sunrises—which isn’t entirely unusual for you. But what is unusual is that you don’t even have time to pick up a book or look through your laptop. You already have somewhere to be.

After you pull on your orange t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, you slip your sneakers on and make your way towards the stables. As you walk past the arena and volleyball courts, you’re surprised to see a few campers already walking around. A few of them give you curious glances, probably wondering why the head counselor of Athena’s cabin is outside at this hour; but you ignore their looks and continue marching ahead.

Once you make it to the stables, you already see Kim Taehyung unlocking the gate. He must hear you approaching because he turns around with a boxy smile on his face. “Good morning, y/n.”

You wonder how someone like him could be so cheery this early in the morning; on the surface, Taehyung appears rather nice—approachable, even. However, you know that he often has a storm brewing in his eyes. He isn’t afraid to zap people with lightning.

“Hey…”

“I’m so excited you and Jeongguk get to be here with the Pegasi. When Chiron told me about your p—I mean, when he mentioned that you guys would be helping, I thought it was very nice of him,” Taehyung finally unlocks the gate and beckons you to follow him.

Inside the stables, you notice that quite a few of the Pegasi are already awake and begging for attention. You pet one gently on the head, enjoying the soft hair underneath your fingers. Maybe this punishment wouldn’t be so bad.

“He wants to know if you have any carrots.”

Pulling your hand away, you realized you’re getting ahead of yourself. Looking towards the doorway, Jeongguk stands there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. You know he’s referring to the Pegasus, and you forgot that he could communicate with equines.

“Oh good, you’re here Jeongguk,” Taehyung claps a little too enthusiastically. “That way I don’t have to explain everything twice.”

The son of Zeus explains what he does every morning and every evening, and everything seems easy enough. All you and Jeongguk have to do is clean and feed the Pegasi. Taehyung mentions that he’ll swing by during the week if you two need help, but you let him know that he doesn’t have to do that—everything’s pretty self-explanatory.

“Also, you don’t have to worry about letting them out,” Taehyung continues. “Campers come to ride them during the day, so they should be fine when it’s nighttime.”

After he shows you two where everything is, Taehyung leaves you with the key and two to get to work. By the time you and Jeongguk are done with everything, it feels like hours have surely gone by. Although the work itself is easy enough, there are more Pegasi than you realized.

“How the hell does Taehyung do all of this by himself?” you ask once you put your broom away. You don’t expect an answer, but Jeongguk gives you one anyway.

“He’s been doing this since he got here. I guess he really likes Pegasi.”

Turning to face Jeongguk, you don’t miss the way sweat beads along his forehead and how he uses the bottom of his orange shirt to wipe it away. Your eyes travel down to the exposed skin of his abdomen, drinking in the sight of his tan and toned body. Before he can realize you’ve been staring for a second too long, you’re already halfway out of the stable.

Did I just check out Jeongguk? No, you shake your head; you were just looking at what was in front of you. Besides, he was talking to you anyway. You were not admiring him at all.

“What time are we supposed to meet back here?” his voice catches you before you can get too far.

You stop and turn back around. “I guess before the campfire?”

Jeongguk nods at that, and you proceed to ignore him for the rest of the day. At least, until you both have to be at the stables again later.

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