#it's been too long since my last flower crown girl

[undertheorangetree]

The Last of the Dragons

Chapter Four- Cooperation

Summary- Cregan Stark has a proposition and Aemond struggles with the lord’s arrival.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Incest. Grief. Talks of treason. Angst cuz I literally can’t stop. Semi public sex. Also private sex. There's a lot of sex. Mild breeding kink. Praise kink. Jizz?? Dry humping. Discussion of dead babies and children. And Alys cuz apparently she needs her own warning now. Cockwarming.

Author’s Note- sorry this took longer than usual it’s end of semester and I am a shell of my former self lmao. Anyway this is once again debatably too long (10.2k) and the full chapter is linked below as usual :)

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It takes a few more days than she had hoped before she is able to speak with Cregan Stark. It seems as though the council had been saving the true work for after the coronation and now they refuse to allow a day to pass without attempting to fix one issue or another. She learns very quickly that even with a council to do the heavy lifting, Aegon had done next to nothing in his six months on the throne, the realm still in shambles from the civil war that has destroyed it.

The Riverlands burnt and all but decimated due to Aemond and Vhagar. The Ironborn raiding every village, port, and town they can reach despite more than one letter arriving in Pyke demanding an end to it. All the great houses still at odds over their differing allegiances. Cregan Stark still thirsty for blood in order to avenge her mother and fulfill his promise to his men. King’s Landing only repaired with half measures after the revolt in the city and less than a quarter of the repairs underway. The list seemed never ending and by the end of each day, she finds a headache sitting heavy behind her eyes, so deep she can’t even attempt to massage the pain away.

To his credit, Aemond takes it upon himself to begin rebuilding the Riverlands himself, taking the initiative to lead the restoration. She has Corlys send word to Alyn Velaryon and command him to sail to Pyke with some of Velaryon fleet with the hopes that conversation and some bribing will be enough to stop Dalton Greyjoy from his raids. Lord Tyland informs them of just how much of the crown’s coffers he had spirited away and begins rationing what can be spared to begin repairing the city. Lord Larys assures them that the hunt for Aegon’s murderer is still well underway, though he has little to show for it.

It is Cregan Stark that is left to her. Handsome, bloodthirsty Cregan Stark. Where he had cast a glare upon almost everyone when he had arrived for the coronation, he had smiled at her, had been friendly and chivalrous. Though Aemond had vehemently disagreed, the council had all but unanimously decided that she was to charm him and turn him toward peace or, barring that, some acceptance of who was now ruling. She does not mind the task, already having planned to speak to the man and not prepared to be usurped less than sennight on the throne, so she agrees and leaves the council chamber with Aemond staring daggers into her back.

She is even more glad for the task as she sits on a bench in the gardens, eyes closed and face tilted up toward the sun as she waits for Lord Stark’s arrival. It feels as though it has been an age since she had the chance to simply be and in this moment, the sun warm and the air sweet with the smell of flowers, she feels completely and totally at peace. It is a strange feeling to have when worry and panic have been all she seemed capable of feeling as of late, but she will take it as it comes. She would rather feel this than the latter and she plans to enjoy it for as long as she is able.

A throat clears and she opens her eyes to see Cregan Stark standing before her, a servant at his side. The girl bows her head to them both before scurrying off as quick as she came and she stands from the bench with a smile.

“Lord Stark. I apologize for the delay in finally being able to speak to one another. My council seems content to work me like an ox now that everything has become more official but I insisted they release me so that I may fulfill my promise to you.”

He smiles as he offers her his arm. “I am honoured you were able to find the time at all, your grace. I know the early days in a new role can be exhausting.”

She mimics his smile gratefully as she takes his arm, allowing him to begin leading her through the gardens. They have not received the attention they deserved as of late- the shrubbery and bushes beginning to grow a bit wild, the flowers untrimmed- but she finds she likes it this way. Being so far into spring, everything is in bloom and beautiful even if they have not been well tended to, the green brilliant and dotted with red, yellow, purple, and white. She allows the silence to fall between them for a moment as she admires it all, feeling as though it has been too long since she has been allowed to enjoy something so simplistically pretty. Whenever she is given a gown or a piece of jewelry, she cannot help but feel as though it is a piece in this great game she never asked to play. The flowers, though, nature, they do not suffer the same fate.

Eventually, she knows she cannot allow for the silence to reign much longer and turns her head to look at the young lord. “My brother told me much about you in his letters. I feel as though you and I are already acquainted.”

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[gavi4me]

No Nut November (gavi)

Warnings - mentions of sex, kinky! reader, cursing, (might be more lmk)

Pablo in this fic just ‘wants to be yours’ 😉

Word count - 2.1k

It was November atlas, the month of sexual torture, drop in condom usage and no porn. How does one survive November without failing the challenge? Previously, ‘no nut November’ was an easy task for you, not being a sex-loving person what so ever in your early teen years, but ever since you began seeing Pablo, everything changed.

The boy would edge you for hours, always earning the highest of the high from you. Pablo was, in your opinion, the best sex you’d ever had. Well it was between him and a 15 year old teenager, who was scared of woman and sexually awkward in a bathroom. Pablo, like on the field was a big dom, but that’s how you liked it anyways. You liked when the man would take control and use your body to seek scary good highs for the both of you. Besides the sex and everything, Pablo actually knew how to treat you well, giving you flowers every Friday as a reward for completing the week, which would often lead to sex, again. Or like carrying your heals when you didn’t want to walk in them anymore.

Pablo was as, if not more sex-loving than you. He was the one who initiated the first time together and the one who usually got you to become horny as well. He’d touch you in all the right places to get his message across. How could you ever resist.

The previous night, Pablo had fucked you, hard and long, wanting to make the most of the last time he’d get your body for a while. You both had woken up tired, and sore, with the post sex bliss. Cuddled up together, dressed and cold, using each other for warmth during the ‘cold’ Barcelona weather. (Just pretend it gets really cold there in November haha). Usually you two would sleep naked but since the following morning was November, you opted to sleep with clothes.

Pablo always woke up before you, the trainings having a toll on his non training mornings.

When he crooked his eye open, you were no where to be found, your side of the bed empty as he checked the clock. It was 7:23, not a normal time for you to wake up at as you loved sleeping in as much as your heart desired.

He got off the bed and felt a shiver run down his body when he touched the cold, hard wood floors. The little boy raced towards the dresser to find socks and ran down the hall to the kitchen.

“Bebé?” He called out.

“Ah Pablo, you’re up! How’d you sleep?”

“Could’ve been better if November wasn’t the next day but besides that I had a great rest” Pablo said as he walked over to the opposite side of the counter where you had been drinking your coffee, finishing up the last sips and turning around to the sink. He kissed the crown of your head before leaning back against the counter.

“It’s okay amor. It’s only 1 month after all. You can last, can’t you?” You asked while rinsing your mug.

“One month without you. That’s a living hell for me..” Pablo mumbled before starting the coffee maker.

“How about this. On the first of December, and if you last the whole month, I’ll give you a reward.” You smirked. “Just wait the month, it’ll be so much more worth it…” you winked before going back to the shared bedroom to get changed into street clothes.

The following week was quite tough for Pablo, this being the first ‘no nut November’ you two would share together and never going past 2 weeks without touching or tasting one another. It was a living hell for the poor boy, just wanting the month to be over.

It had been hard for you too. Coming back home from a hard and stressful day of work just to not be able to do what you wanted most with the person you loved most. You’d often complain to the other girls about how needy you had became.

“Sometimes before bed, the boy comes out of the shower in only a towel and I have to hide under the covers to get rid of my temptations!” You said on the phone with Mikky. Pablo had gone out shopping so he wasn’t home. Or at least you thought (wink wink)

“Ahh I don’t know how I’d survive if Frenkie was like that. Luckily I’m pregnant so the only temptations I need to get rid of are sweet pickles” you both started laughing at the comment. You didn’t hear the front door open through the laughter, signifying pablo was home so as you continued to talk about him on the phone like - “I miss cuddling with him, and it not being a problem if the cuddles went passed that.” Or “I can’t wait for November to be over.” And “I can’t wait for the little reward I have planned”, Pablo crooked opened the door, just enough to hear. (Mikky really didn’t need to know that BUT imagine she’s also talking about similar stuff and all will be okay 😭)

Pablo crept up on you as you were allowing Mikky to speak, listening while playing with your fingernails. Suddenly Pablo wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, making you promptly drop the phone and kick your feet so he’d let you down.

“IYE PABLO!? Put me down this instance!” You yelled while trying to get set free. He spun you around the room whilst blowing into your neck. Your screams turned into laughs as he knew how ticklish you were in your neck area. Finally, after a minute, he threw you onto the bed and gave you one last kiss before collapsing besides you.

“I heard what you were saying to Mikky on the phone-” he was panting from the previous spinning and such. He starting laughing at your surprised reaction. You turned around in embarrassment and attempted to scoot far away but gavi pulled you by your waist so your back back was against his stomach. He started to laugh again before finally setting you free.

“H-how much of that conversation did you hear-?” You asked slightly anxious.

“Enough to know that we are both craving the same thing.” He whispered in your ear before you pushed his face away.

“Dios! I never realized how hard going a month without you could be.” You cried into your hands.

“Now you understand my pain” Pablo laughed, stroking your hair to the side.

“Y/n? Hello? -you still there..” you heard from your phone.

Pablo bursted our laughing while you became red in the face, embarrassed that she had just heard all of that.

“Yes- sorry I’m here. Pablo needed me for a minute..”

The next two weeks, you heard that many of Pablo’s teammates had gotten out. Pedri caught masturbating in the showers, Ferran with his girl, Sara and Ilkay, and many, many more. You were proud that you and Pablo had lasted this long through the month, longer than many of his much older and well, responsible friends.

You were becoming even more and more impatient as the month progressed, just wanting to feel Pablo inside of you as you screamed his name out in pleasure when he hit your g-spot. You wanted to be able to wake up the morning after, too sore to do anything and have Pablo carry you around the house like a bodyguard.

During the final week of November, you finally started to get gavi riled up. Whether it be “accidental touches” to his groin, as you put it or accidentally rubbing against him when trying to reach for something. You found it funny when he would push you off or pick you up and throw you onto the couch somewhere for “misbehaving”.

An example of this was when you both were having a movie night together and were in the kitchen, making popcorn and other snacks to eat. While pablo was waiting for the butter to melt, he came up from behind you and rested him chin on your head as you were making the popcorn. He closed his eyes for second, feelings tired from the hard, strenuous day of training he had that morning-afternoon and just wanted to cuddle to sleep next to you. That wasn’t what happened though. As you felt him rest most of his weight against your head, you began to think of ways to annoy him without getting in trouble. You decided to open the drawer that was in front of you. You opened it but with that came with moving backwards and grinding up against him. Pablo suddenly pushed himself off starring at you like you had just done a sin, which in NNN, it was for him.

“What happened pabs?” You asked with an innocent expression on your face.

“Stop it” he said firmly.

“Stop what?” You asked, this time coming closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Don’t do what you just did again for like a week or we won’t watch a movie..” he starred down at you as you lifted your head away from his chest.

“Well if I don’t know what I’m doing wrong how can I stop..?” You responded before slowly slipping off his chest, bringing them down to where his abdomen was and grazing your finger tips along the length of his groin while bringing them down to your sides and promptly walking off.

“Woah woah woah you don’t think I know what game you’re playing. Come back here” he chased after you as you both ran around the house screaming and giggling, not wanting to get caught by him.

At some point, he caught up to you, evident that he gained stamina from all those trainings he went to. You tried running as fast as you could but he was much, much faster than you. He reached for you waist and pulled you closer to him before turning you over and throwing you over his shoulder.

“DIOS PABS PUT ME DOWN!” you whined, kicking and screaming like a little child. He didn’t respond, rather he gave you a couple of spanks and walked down to the living room where he threw you onto the couch and trapped you there, both arms on either side of your head so you couldn’t move.

“I keep telling you to stop but you never stop..” he spoke. “God…what will I do with you”

“Nothing as of right now.” You winked while groping his left bicep.

“Fuck this” he slurred getting up and walking to the bathroom. “You should count yourself as lucky that it’s November”

“Just wait until December!” You laughed. “You can do everything and anything you want to me!”

You two didn’t end up watching that movie together but you did finish most of the food, not wanting it to go to waste (and because you absafuckinglutly love any kind of candy or treat - or maybe that’s just me).

~

The night before the 30th was hectic for you. You did all the preparations to ensure the next night would be perfect. You took an everything shower, including a face mask for before, shaving, exfoliating, hair mask, leave in conditioner, 3 shampoos, purple shampoo, regular conditioner, hair oil, and a fuck ton of lotion for after. Pablo would be gone for the whole day and wouldn’t come back until later so you thought it would be the perfect time to get everything ready. You wanted to look and feel perfect for Pablo so for the 30 days he had waited would be worth it.

When he arrived home, you were still applying one of your many, many creams onto your face, using the little gua sha to mold your face and start the circulation.

“There’s my pretty girl.” Pablo kissed your cheek looking at your face through the mirror. You hadn’t taken your eyes off your face nor responded, trying to keep your full attention to you skin.

“No response?” He waited for a second before kissing the crown of your head and leaving.

“Bye pabs” you giggled whilst opening your next moisturizer.

~

A/n

Okay so crazy enough I managed to finish whatever this is in under 3 days. Look at me go. Though don’t expect this speed from me again ESPECIALLY with long chapters. I’m a huge procrastinator so it takes a while. The next part of the series I hope shall come out maybe by Wednesday, depends how much free time I have. I love some parts of this chapter because some parts of it are kinda like me irl and I’m glad I got to incorporate some aspects of myself in ‘y/n’.

#Spotify #gavi #nnn #no nut november #fluff #smutish #gavi fluff #x reader #futbol

[star-rie]

episode dedicated to banished!merlin and seperated!morgana in s4 from my fix it au:

warning: this is LONG

a bit background: there’s a year and a half timeskip between s3 finale and this ep.

merlin had been training, and getting closer to his roots (studying magic, becoming one with nature, etc etc, no he didn’t go back to ealdor) all the while protecting camelot from the shadows (yes arthur had been getting into a few troubles now and then and merlin had always been there, but never really appearing in front of his face, arthur knows but never really comments about it, settles for ignoring him)

meanwhile after a few months after the s3 finale (morgana and morgouse attacked camelot) morgana finally had a huge fight with her sister and they go on their own ways. So now morgana is alone, doesn’t really know what to do since she killed uther, but doesn’t want to obliterated camelot either

So during season 3 aithusa was born and shes been helping merlin and morgana there and then, there’s also mordred. Oh and merlin’s magic is public information at this point

*

actual ep:

episode starts off with morgana, tending to her cottage. She lives in the middle of the woods, in the middle of no where. She’s trully alone now, after the fight with morgause. She regretted it a little. Maybe her sister is right, maybe bringing camelot to total destruction and crowning her queen is the best course of action.

But morgana didn’t want that. She just wants uther’s reign to end. It’s not her place now to rule camelot, there’s really no benefit in killing everyone either. Although there really is no change, arthur is still banning magic…

Morgana puts down her firewood with a bit too much force. Truth is morgause is right. Magic is still banned in the land, even in Arthur’s reign. And morgana is scared. She isn’t ready to kill her brother, she isn’t ready to kill the girl who’s there for her each night, every time she’s confused of her nightmares, or the citizens that gave her flowers. Morgana remembers uther’s look of despair and confusion, she feels her hand trembles

Morgause: (in a flashback) You’re nothing but a coward Morgana! A coward!

No matter, she’s not part of it anymore, it’s better to leave it alone. Let morgause finish their revenge.

When morgana leaves to wash her cauldron, it feels weird. It felt like she’s being watched. She scanned the woods with her magic, she didn’t feel anything. That’s really strange, morgana must be…

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The first thing morgana sees is the stone floor. Her head is splitting, her vision is unfocused. Morgana sits up slowly, trying to regain balance.

The room is dark, she can barely see anything. When she tries to move her hair, she realizes that she’s chained to the wall

Great. She’s kidnapped.

She scowls, trying to free herself from the chains. She tries to draw her magic, but she feels nothing. Whoever kidnapped her knows what they’re dealing with…

She hears a groan from her left and she saw a man. Wearing god knows what. Laying on the floor, chained like she is. She calls for him, trying to wake him up. The more she looks at him, the more she felt like she knew this man.

???: where am i… Morgana: (realize who this is) Merlin??? Merlin: …morgana…?

The man looked at her, no longer the merlin she last seen. He looks like a stray being, as if he’s the spirit of the forest. He is covered in cloth, a cloak on his head. His skin peaks out from where the cloth didn’t touch him, even in the dark, morgana can see the light bouncing off his slender thighs and the faint outline of his….nipple

Morgana: you look like a prostitute… Merlin: that's rich from someone who dress like a beggar Morgana: I’ll have you know this is one of the finest dresses i have- Merlin: Your hair could really do some work Morgana: you don't get to say that when you don't need to maintain your hair every day!!

They bicker back and forth about their fashion choices. Morgana also hates his serving clothes, especially that tattered neckerchief on his neck…And he barely changes everything. It’s a boring to look at every single day. At least Gwen changes her clothes once in a while.

It was so heated they didn’t notice the door opening until they heard footsteps entering the room. They eye their predator carefully, backing themselves to the wall. But the guards only un-cuffs them from the wall, forcing them to stand.

They were bringing into a room, full of people with chains on their hands. Morgana stands close to Merlin, maybe Morgana can kill him when he wasn’t looking, morgana HATES him after all…

The ringleader came into view, told them to fight to the death. Anyone who succeed can go to the second round or something morgana wasn’t really listening. She’s too busy to think of ways of killing Merlin.

They put a bunch of weapon in the middle of the room, probably to aid them or something. Morgana grabs a sword just in case. Merlin didn’t grab anything. What an idiot.

Ringleader: The battle starts….now

It was a blur after that. Morgana remembers slaying people, people who aren’t merlin. Morgana tries to cast a spell towards him every now and then, she saw Merlin doing the same. But it was never strong enough to kill, probably too distracted by the threat in front of them.

It suddenly stops. Only Morgana and a few other people stands unscathed, including Merlin, always Merlin. It makes a lot of sense now why he has a habit of not dying. Morgana remembers when she discovers that he has magic. What a hypocrite.

They were thrown to their prison cells not long after. After a speech that morgana really didn’t bother to listen

(in their cell)

Merlin: You have any idea what they want? (body swelling with blood and bruises) Morgana: we’re stuck in a slavery ring

Morgana seen one back when she was still with morgause. She tracks them down when one crosses her path, a potential army for her. She remembers that one of those rings would pit off prisoners like this, probably to find new slaves

Morgana: I couldn’t wait to see your demise when one of those brutes mortally wound you…” (giggling, imagining Merlin suffering a slow and painful death) Merlin: (shakes his head) look morgana…i’m sorry alright? I didn’t mean to betray you like that, and i… Morgana: i don’t want to hear your excuses you liar! You’re the same as that old fool! (screaming)

morgana wish she can slit his throat right now. Morgana wants to stab her dagger, revenge for every time Gaius told her she doesn’t have magic, for every time merlin stay quiet

Merlin: well i’m sorry for being a liar when i’m constantly threatened to be executed! At least you don’t get to suffer any consequences!! Morgana: you don’t get to say that!! You meddle into things when you don’t need to!!

they scream to each-other faces. Spit and all. It’s a bit disgusting, but Merlin is more disgusting. And every time she hears his excuses it brings something ugly within her. When Morgana was about to throw another insult at his face the door opens harshly

Guard: Quiet before I snap your necks (throwing a piece of bread and then leaving) Morgana: …at least i’m not an idiot in love like you Merlin: what do you mean? Morgana: (snorts) you spent every single day protecting arthur from harm, you took poisons and blows for arthur, you poisoned me because i’m hurting arthur, you hunt a child like a pig because of some wishy-washy prophecy, a child merlin, a child! Merlin: … Morgana: how’s arthur? was he sad that i killed his daddy??

it didn’t go unnoticed that Merlin was silent at the mention of his brother. Which was weird, usually when she brought him up he never shut up about him.

Merlin: (gets the bread, tossing it to Morgana with his bound hand) eat up, tomorrow is going to be a rough day Morgana: I don’t want food from you (tosses it back to him with gnawing stomach) it’s probably poisoned anyways Merlin: (sighs) if i ate it and i didn’t die, would you eat it? Morgana: ….no

merlin shrugs, biting a bit of his bread. When he shows no indication of poisoning, he tosses it back to her

Merlin: See? No poison Morgana: (rolled her eyes, grumpily tossing the bread back to him) i don’t trust you until you finished it

they toss the bread back and forth, biting into it until there’s no more food left to toss. After another stupid remark, Morgana greets him goodnight, and sleep on her side of the cell

It became a routine after that, they were toss at the arena, got toss back in the cell, tossed back at the arena….

Morgana hates it when she spends time with him. She’s sick of Merlin’s wicked humor. When he managed to rung a laugh out of her. For the first time since Morgause she feels like she’s not alone anymore

Merlin: …and then I told him that it was a sidhe, but he didn’t believe me! Morgana: Well he’s stupid, the stupidest man i’ve ever known…

Morgana didn’t enjoy talking to him, she hates it, she’s sick of the joy crawling on her skin

Morgana: What about Gwen? Merlin: Gwen? Oh she’s fine, she’s sad when you’re gone that time, we couldn’t really comfort her, it’s the same with arthur…it’s the same with everyone really…we miss you Merlin: …and what about you? What of you and arthur? Merlin: … Morgana: Oh come on merlin! There must be something that you did right? It’s been what? A year since that kiss? I saw it you know. Surely you already did something?? Are you still Arthur’s manservant? i don’t know how you handle that magic though…are you still keeping secrets from him? Why are you here anyways? Is arthur here with you? Merlin: Arthur banished me Morgana: Sorry? Merlin: I’m banished from camelot...

Morgana didn’t know what to feel. She should be happy, merlin is banished from camelot! That’s what she wanted right? For Merlin to suffer?

Merlin: it’s fine though, I learned a lot, did you know the druids grows the best of fruits? Must be their connection with nature or something. Their grapes are divine-

Morgana couldn’t stop the ire rising from herself when she kicks him. Merlin immediately bends to touch his leg

Merlin: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! Morgana: YOU’RE AN IDIOT MERLIN SON OF HUNNITH! Wow i know you’re an idiot but i can’t believe you’re THAT BIG of an idiot Merlin: What???? Morgana what are you even- Morgana: Should i chop Arthur’s manhood for what he did to you? Gosh, you’re probably still protecting camelot even in banishment aren’t you??? I know that’s you when morgouse sends the hydra on the castle….are you an IDIOT??? Why are you still chasing this guy?? I can’t even…i get that he’s hot, but really merlin? Why did you get banished anyway? was it the magic?? Or is he hates homosexual relationship? It’s the magic isn’t it…that bastard….

Morgana swears when she gets out, she will kill him, even with her own two hands-

Merlin: stop it morgana, i don’t want you to kill arthur! Morgana: Of course you’re going to say that! you lovesick fool! Merlin: Really? Do you want me to kill gwen because she stabbed you that one time?!

Morgana shuts up, merlin must be referring to that time when gwen is forced to stab her when she reigns the castle with morgause, she doesn’t like thinking about it

Morgana: (huffed) he shouldn’t banish you, not when you’re always by his side, and what do you get?

it’s stuff like this that made her truly hate camelot. Morgana could understand her banishment, but to banish merlin? Why didn’t anyone do anything? It truly made morgana sick to her stomach

Merlin: you know, banishment isn’t that bad…and i made choices…I deserved it

Before morgana can reply a guard enters their room, uncuffing them and dragging them outside their cell. They arrived at a different room, like that of an arena. But smaller this time. But only morgana and merlin stand in the middle of the room. The ringleader stands on a balcony

What happened on the last arena again? Right, only merlin and morgana were left standing, which means…

Ringleader: Merlin and Lady Morgana, once the pride and joy of Camelot, only to be banished by King Arthur himself. What a pity Merlin: If you think that I’m willing to help you to destroy camelot, count me out. My loyalties will always lie on king arthur Ringleader: Oh no no, I don’t want any of that. I don’t know how you ended up together as prison-mates but i did not expect the witch and emrys to be in my doorstep, inside the same cell nonetheless! Morgana: And? You want us to be your slaves? do you really think we’re willing to submit to you? Ringleader: don’t worry, i can think of ways to tame you

Morgana stomach jolted at the implication

Ringleader: Despite your…peerless reputation, you’re both are a headache for me to handle…so i just want one (sat on his make-shift throne) go ahead then, fight to the death! don’t you hate each-other?

Morgana looks at Merlin, and he looks at her. It’s true, Morgana had been wanting to kill Merlin for a long time but…

She doesn’t want to kill another one of her kind. And she doesn’t want to kill her friend

Ringleader: Come on! I’m waiting…

The shackles on their hand cracks, and Morgana felt her magic restored. They stare at each-other, circling. Is Merlin going to kill her now? Morgana saw how Merlin body is poised, ready to strike.

She strike first.

They danced around each-other, exchanging blows. The blow was sometimes deadly, other-times unnecessary spells. But they never land a fatal blow, even if morgana is panting, and merlin is out of breath

Morgana: …what’s wrong Merlin?…scared? Merlin: You wish (strike a spell that tore the fabric of her skirt) Morgana: (gasped) My dress! Merlin: …oops…

Morgana screams, sending a curse towards merlin. Morgana can’t believe it, it actually hits him, and for a moment merlin was confused, because nothing happened

Merlin: well that was anti-climactic (in a girl's voice, realization) morgana change me back right now! Morgana: No

she puts another curse on him, but he dodges it this time. It didn’t take long for merlin to tackle her, she fights back, trying to push him off and they fight like children.

Merlin: Get off me! (shrieking unladylike, his long nose (yes how ironic morgana is a genius) touching the ground) Morgana: You get off! (fights back, hair green. Fingers feels like rubber)

They rolled on each-other back, trying to murder the other until they gave up and just sprawled on the floor, too exhausted to do anything. If Morgana have to fire a spell one more time it feels like she’s going go throw up

Morgana: You’re pathetic Merlin Merlin: You’re even more pathetic Morgana: At least I’m stronger than you, you look like a twig Merlin: Well I’ll let you know that- Ringleader: ENOUGH

(they both look at him)

Ringleader: Just die already! I don’t care who dies! Just kill someone! If you don’t want to do it, then I’m going to kill the both of you! Morgana + Merlin: ….HAHAHAHAHHA Merlin: Did you hear that??? He says he’s going to kill us Morgana: ‘Just die already’ (still laughing even as she felt her hair is being pulled. She felt hands shoving her down, Merlin next to her) Ringleader: Do you have any final words? Morgana: (looks at Merlin) You’re not as worse as I thought Merlin: I’m glad to meet you too Morgana

When the axe about to fall down on their neck, the rooftop shake, and suddenly a dragon is screaming at them. Their assaulters ran, terrified of the beast.

Morgana: Aithusa!!

Merlin laughs beside her, chanting in a foreign language. Aithusa squeal and Morgana paused

Morgana: You’re also a dragonlord Merlin: Yeah not many people know that

Aithusa breathes fire, fending off their attacker

Morgana: merlin if you dare as to so much touches her- Merlin: Morgana, i birthed her Morgana: …??

Morgana had no time to argue when the ringleader is starting to ran to them. She quickly climbed onto her, when Morgana reaches out her hand for Merlin to grab but Merlin fell. Limbs grabbed by the ringleader

Morgana: MERLIN!

Aithusa is shrieking, trying to shield herself and Morgana from the fire. Merlin chants and Morgana felt Aithusa leaving

Morgana: Merlin? MERLIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Merlin: Goodbye Morgana Morgana: STOP!!

Morgana tries to reach him, but Aithusa keeps flying, away from the dungeon, away from Merlin

Episode ends

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End notes: i rlly didn’t expect it to be this long. Anyways sorry if it didn’t made sense and the pacing is off, i’m really rambling here 😭 but this is how i think morgana merlin interaction should go

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[nightghoul381]

Do as I Do ~ Alfons Sylvatica (POV) x Reader

Entry number 4 in @judejazza's An Invitation to Crown Castle event!

Pairing: Alfons Sylvatica (POV) x Reader Prompt: Matching Together Genre: Spicy edging on Smut so MDNI CW: semi-public touching WC: 1.5k

“Hey Al,”

Your voice draws my attention from my daydreaming as we lay together entwined on my bed.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t know why… but I was thinking, since your curse is the mirror, don’t you think it might be fun to mirror what the other does for the day? Like, if I eat something, you eat it too. Or if you wear something, I would wear it too?”

I can’t hold back the bark of laughter at your oh-so-innocent musings. I’m unable to deny that the thought is interesting, however, my mind tends to dwell in the darkness and my own ideas are far less naïve and simple.

“I must say, you’ve come up with quite an interesting idea. I think it would be fascinating to see how closely we can stick to matching each other,” I sigh, letting a wicked smile grace my lips.

“What say we up the ante on this little game? The first to refuse to mirror the other has to allow the other to do with them as they wish for the evening. What do you say?” I murmur enticingly.

“You’re on!” You giggle, staring into my eyes. “One rule though, no using your ability on me got it? I won’t have you making me believe you’re doing everything I’m doing while I’m the only one who actually has to participate.”

The sternness in your gaze for such a simple game is almost comical. Your stubborn streak surely means that I won’t be able to convince you otherwise, not that I want to. I’m very curious to see what you could come up with to try and trip me up.

“Alright then, sweet girl. Show me what you’ve got,” I taunt.

“Ten minutes, meet me in the foyer!” You grin, slipping free from my arms and quickly redressing before heading out the door.

“My, my, someone’s got an idea already,”

**

I am quite surprised when I see you in the foyer just a few minutes later with an outfit strikingly similar to my own. I recognize my shirt and see that you’ve taken one of my spare coats, given how long it is on you. The skirt you’ve paired it with though, I must admit, is eye-catching and hugs your hips in just the right way.

“I see, the game has begun before I’d even been aware,” I chuckle, offering my arm.

“I matched you, so next you’ll have to match what I do.”

“Very well, what will it be?”

Hours slip by as we gradually increase the difficulty of our actions to be mirrored. A flower tucked into your hair is matched with one in my own, a strong drink of brandy by myself mirrored surprisingly easily by you. So on and so forth and here we are now, our bodies now matching in an entirely new way.

You tug me to sit beside you on a bench in the park.

“I’m really surprised you didn’t give in with this!” You giggle, resting your right side against my left. Of course, it would be your right because on your left ear is a fresh piercing, mirrored by one on my right.

“Oh, you don’t seem to understand, I’m going to have my way with you tonight, my dear. I only suggested such a prize as I knew it was mine,” I reply nonchalantly.

“Yeah right. What’s your next move then? I’ve matched you perfectly so far, you’ll have to do something truly outrageous for me to give up now!”

Oh, that foolish, wayward determination of yours… I want to corrupt you so, so very much.

“Ah, yes. The next task is actually quite simple,” I reply, shrugging out of my coat. I watch as you do the same, still looking so bold and sure of yourself.

When you notice my fingers coming up to flick each button of my shirt open, you start off with the first couple, but as your chest becomes exposed, I can’t help but relish the hesitation in your movements.

“Alfons, we’re in public. Surely you don’t mean to have me expose myself like this…” You hiss.

“That’s precisely what I mean to do,” I reply, freeing the last of my buttons and leaving the front of my shirt completely open.

I pause to watch, pleasantly surprised when you slowly unbutton the rest of your shirt. Unfortunately for you, I haven’t finished my turn.

With a dark smirk, I slowly pull my shirt free of my trousers, sliding it off my shoulders with a sly wink.

“Al! There are people here!” You squeak, staring at my body with thinly veiled appreciation.

“And?”

Your face is bright red as you glance around the park. Your hands slowly move toward the top of your shirt, only to clasp the two sides together. I notice the gaggle of older ladies squawking to each other and shooting us offended glares.

One of the bolder of the group makes her way over to us and, in a shrill voice, begins screaming at us.

“Never in all my days have I seen such a blatant display of vulgarity! And in such a public place! It’s offensive and I ought to contact the authorities and have you institutionalized! Right yourselves and leave at once!”

The old bat’s drawn the attention of other park goers and I can see your face drain of color as more and more eyes fall upon us.

“I believe we’ll have to call our little game here, my darling.” I state grandly, pulling my shirt back on before reaching to fasten the buttons on yours. You merely sit in stunned silence as the gathering crowd of people encroaches on us. A shame too, I was really hoping to enjoy the sun on your breasts for a moment.

You remain silent, staring at your feet and letting your hair fall like a curtain in front of your face. I’m surprised you’re so disturbed, I’d been able to affix your buttons prior to the majority of people had even had a moment to see your briefly exposed skin.

Hailing a carriage, I bundle you inside and as soon as we begin moving, I pin you to the seat below me.

“Now, now, little robin. You’re acting quite disturbed for someone who wasn’t exposed to prying eyes,” I purr, tracing my nose along your jawline. “Tell me why that is…?”

I hear a disgruntled huff and glance up to meet your gaze.

“I… I lost because of that stupid old lady,” you pout, eyes darting away, telling me there’s something else you’re not telling me.

“Oh, is that all? I already told you, my delicious little pet, I was always going to win. There’s no need to be so upset about it.”

You then mumble something I just barely can’t make out, prompting me to push you just a little further. My tongue traces the length of your neck, curving up toward your ear before I nip lightly.

“I’m afraid I didn’t quite catch that. Care to repeat?” I whisper, purposely letting my breath hit your ear in such a way to cause a shiver to run through your body.

“All those people saw you… I… I didn’t like that.”

I must say I’m taken aback by the sudden possessiveness. You’ve never much been one for keeping me to yourself, in fact we’ve both been quite open with sharing our intimate experiences with others, and yet, the sensation flowing through my veins at your admission is nearly intoxicating.

“Is that so?”

My voice is low and dark and I groan softly at the way your body shudders beneath me. I let one of my hands travel down your side, skimming past your hips and slowly pushing up the bottom of your skirt.

“Mmhmm,” you whimper, clinging to my shoulders, body tight with anticipation.

I let out a heavy breath against your neck as my gloved fingers find their way over your panties… or rather, lack-there-of. Heat flares in my veins as my fingertips draw such precious little whines from you as they dance across your sensitive flesh.

“You naughty little minx,” I growl, suckling at your throat as I continue to stroke your slit, feeling the vibrations of your whimpers against my lips and tongue.

“A-Alfons, please…” you breathe, hips squirming for more.

“Ah-ah. I already won I’m afraid. And as it is the evening, I believe my prize to do as I wish with you begins now. I do hope you’re prepared.”

I continue to toy with your sensitive spots until the carriage finally reaches Crown Castle, stopping only to bring you to my room where we shall remain for the rest of the night. How eagerly I look forward to hearing you scream my name well into the morning.

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[moobell55]

Your Love Made It Well Worth Waiting (For Someone Like You)

A very fluffy fanfic

This part contains no Smut, however a second part with smut will be posted soon

Evangeline never thought she'd been the kind of women to want a quick elopement; as a young girl she'd dreamed of a beautiful wedding full of family and friends.

But Evangeline no longer had a family, and the moment she'd been waiting for her entire life would be better alone.

Her feet shook as she walked the lite path. Flower petals lined the ground, brilliant colors that even stood out against the darkening sky. Her pink and white dress swayed around her feet, gold lacing lining the skirts and her corset.

For the first time since coming to The Magnificat North Evangeline Fox truly felt like she belonged to royalty. A crown of wildflowers rest in her hair, she spent all day making it away from her soon to be husband.

Overhead the moon and stars showed to their fullest, like all the celestials' in the sky were here for her wedding.

The thought brought warmth to her heart, that some greater force led them to each other, finding peace for both of them.

Her feet walked on their down towards the dock, where her true love awaited her. Her heart beat frantically, something in her mind telling her this was too good to be true. After all the suffering that they'd gone through that someone would tear them apart again.

But Hope rang through her soul, and Evangeline could not resist its call.

The Silver ring on her finger felt like a beacon to him, and like a moth to a burning inferno Evangeline followed.

Her pace picked up when she caught sight of the tall man waiting for her at the end of the dock, his gilded hair gleaming under the stars. The look that crossed his Silver eyes set her heart ablaze, she felt like she was burning in the sweetest of fires.

Jacks held out his hand and Evangeline took it as if it was the last thing she'd ever do. She'd die in the next moment if she didn't touch him; she'd cry a million tears to have his lips against hers.

And every part of her existence knew Jacks had done the same without her. Knew of all the blooded tears he cried searching for her, the corpse left in his wake while he lost hope looking for her.

Evangeline had enough hope in her heart for both of them.

Evangeline was the only star in the sky that mattered, the only saint he would pray to, the candle that guided him home, the arrow that always struck true.

She was his as last, and after a thousand years of searching for his one and only true love, Jacks was happy.

Something he'd only been when he knew her, those gray eyes had haunted his soul since his first gaze upon her in his church. He wondered back then if she'd remain a tool, but she hadn't been in a long time.

He could remember the first time he held her, despite his displeasure he cherished the moment. Wanting to hold her again when she'd healed, wanted her lips upon his, wanted her warm body against his fridge one.

He loved the women in front of him more than anything in this world, he defied death and time to keep her safe. He did the impossible, and for her he'd do much more.

Nothing mattered except for her, nothing would ever compare to her.

Jacks would kill for the women in his arms, he'd die and pray to every god to be reborn to find her again. He'd search every corner of the world, every village and every house if it meant having her.

In this life and whatever came the day after he will face his mortality he would be hers.

Perhaps he was hers from the moment he drew his first breath in this world?

In his Soul he knew it was true.

For Jacks of The Hollow, Jacks the Prince of Hearts, and The Archer, had always belonged to his Fox. His heart beat for one purpose, the women who wore his ring.

He smiled a brilliant thing that lite up the night sky and Evangeline's heart.

She spoke, "Shall we Wed now my beloved?"

Her voice shook, but he smiled and guided her to the end of the dock.

Candles set alight on the dock posts, flicking in the darkness.

He'd spent hours preparing this for her, so she could have the closest thing to her dream as she could.

How she loved this man in front of her.

A spool of Red ribbon rested on the dock, next to his silver dagger that she was all to familiar with.

"This is one of the old ways," his voice spoke at last, "my parents married this way, Honora and Wolfric married this way, and if they had more time Lyric and Aurora would've too."

He paused, "This is truly the only way I know how, legend says that it binds two soul together, so that they will always find each other."

Evangeline smiled and cupped his face in warm hands, her smile could've stopped wars and almost stopped his heart.

"I do not need a piece of ribbon to bind your soul to mine, my heart decided a long time ago that we will always be bound."

Jacks smiled kindly and rested his forehead against hers, and she to knew that he never wanted to this moment.

This state of bliss and love that would start the rest of their lives, their happily ever after awaited them on the other side of that ribbon.

How does it begin?

Her words slipped into his mind, not wanting to break the silence.

I'll measure a piece of ribbon, that we'll wrap around are arms, the binding words are spoken from the bride first than the groom.

Her heart fluttered.

And then what my Love?

His smile turned devilish.

He spoke, "We kiss, and then I take my new bride home and consummate our marriage."

Evangeline smiled and crashed her lips against his, the sound of his joyous laughter echoed across the lake.

And after an eternity of waiting, Jacks began cutting the Red ribbon of Fate.

He dropped his knife and it clatter somewhere he didn't care to look, he couldn't take his eyes off his Evangeline.

And carefully with their hands interlocked, Jacks began binding the ribbon around their arms.

Evangeline swore that her soul felt as it was clinging onto Jacks, her life was connected to his in every sense possible.

Messily Jacks tied the knot at the bottom and took a breath.

"The bride will say her vows first ," his tied hands squeezed hers.

"With the Ribbon I bind thee, soul and body to the keeper of my heart and holder of my hand. To Wed and love, for the remainder of my days and for even more after we fade."

As she withdrew a golden ring from her pocket, and carefully slide it onto Jacks long pale fingers.

As she looked up Jacks met her eyes, an eternal happiness burning in his soul not even the lake could put out.

And breathlessly he began his binding.

"With the Ribbon I bind thee, soul and body to the keep of my heart and the holder of my hand. To Wed and love, for the remainder of my days and for even more after we fade."

As Jacks slide the silver ring onto her finger she felt a pull to her heart, a pull that Jacks felt too.

A burning in her heart and soul that her husband felt too.

She didn't have time to dwell on it; as Jacks crashed his lips to her and carefully pulled apart the ribbon.

His lips consumed her, every inch of her belonged to him and she knew the man who was revenging her lips felt the same.

Carefully without her noticing Jacks placed the ribbon into his jacket pocket, he knew she would want to keep it for years to come.

And while still distracted Jacks swept his wife up bridal style and began walking towards their home, his lips not once leaving hers.

And so Evangeline Fox was carried by Jacks of the Hollow into their happily ever after.

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[calisources]

GAME OF THRONES: HISTORIES AND LORE - ROBERT'S REBELLION. all sentences are taken from a mini-web series of hbo's game of thrones with different characters narrating different aspects of the world. this specific sentence memes is made from various videos of perspectives of robert's rebellion. change pronouns, names and locations as seen fit. this is a long post.

By Robert Baratheon.

The crimes of House Targaryen were too heinous to go unanswered.

The noble houses of Baratheon, Stark and Arryn united to oppose and overthrow the line of the cursed Dragon Kings.

We tried to take Ashford Castle in the Reach but the Tyrell’s beat us back.

The Targaryen searched from house to house for Robert Baratheon.

The combined forces of Ned Stark and the Tully's swept into the city guards. What a day that was. It's now known as the Battle of the Bells.

 It was his heir, Rhaegar who started the whole damn thing

Finally emerged from hiding in the south and assembled his own army to face us.

The battle that would decide the fate of the Seven Kingdoms occurred at the crossing of the Green Fork of the Trident River.

Rhaegar commanded the royal host which was some 40,000 strong.

Their  forces were outnumbered by nearly  5000 men but that didn't matter, they were fresh that we were battle-hardened and had justice on our side.

The Stag and The Dragon right there in the fort of the river.

Ned Stark goes to the capital to face the Mad King and make him pay for his crimes.

By Viserys Targaryen.

The Targaryens, Blood of the Dragon and the last of old Valyria were loved by their subjects and admired far and wide as the greatest dynasty in the history of the Western world.

Three centuries of Targaryen rule was shattered by the usurper Robert Baratheon and his band of traitors.

House Baratheon owed its very existence to the Targaryen.

Was it not Aegon the dragon himself who elevated the bastard Orys Baratheon in the war of conquest?

There are some who dare to claim Robert and his allies had reason to rebel.

They say the crown prince stole the usurper's lady love. They say my father King Aerys murdered Rickard Stark and his son without just cause.

Whether these charges are true or not? It doesn’t matter if the dragon answers to no one.

Aerys' good name has been besmirched in the years since the Rebellion. He��s been called a dangerous madman, a monster, a tyrant that brought  his tragic end upon himself.

My father was a victim of weaklings in his Council, lackwits who failed him in his hour of need and let the rebellion spin out of control.

At the Battle of the Trident, it was there the valiant Rhaegar met Robert in single combat but the gods betrayed him, and he perished by the usurper’s hand.

The Battle of the Trident seemed to herald the end of the Dragon kings.

I was the surviving heir to the throne. 

He sent me to the island fortress of Dragonstone along with my mother Queen Rhaella who was great with child.

King Aerys Targaryen prepared to defend his throne to the bitter end.

By Oberyn Martell.

 House Martell could have waged war until the end of days.

His royal parents had not produced a sister for him to wait, so he had to look elsewhere for a princess and there was only one in Westeros. Elia of house Martell.

She was not the most beautiful woman in the world or even in Dorne but rare for a woman from our land.

Her flower came with no thorns. She was kind and clever with a gentle heart.

I loved her, I feared for her for years I fended off lesser men from her but when Rhaegar came even I failed.

He was beautiful and the crown prince of the Seven Kingdoms and our mother had worked so hard to secure the match.

They were wed and he took her from her home from those who loved her and would die for her and locked her in his red keep.

She bore him a daughter and a son though, each almost cost her her life.

Elia loved Rhaegar, she obeyed him and he chose to steal away Lyanna Stark.

A pale northern girl whose veins ran with ice like all her people.

 instead of disciplining his faithless son, King Aerys executed the Starks when they came seeking justice.

Even in his madness he knew that no true Dornishmen would ever take up arms against our beloved princess and that we would fight to the death.

Prince Rhaegar, who was too slow or too arrogant for Robert's Warhammer.

Lord Tywin's Army sacked his friend's city while Lord Tywin's son  murdered the king he'd sworn to protect.

War is terrible and men must become terrible to wage it.

Lord Tywin's dog Ser Gregor Clegane the mountain, made Elia watch as he murdered her daughter and dashed her infant son's head against a wall.

With her baby's blood still on his hands he raped my sister and murdered her.

By Catelyn Tully/Stark.

Brandon Stark of Winterfell sought and won my hand.

Brandon was heir to the north and a suitable match for a daughter of house Tully.

Brandon was wild and terrifying, never far from laughter or trouble.

I loved him with all the fire of her first passion.

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen abducted Brandon's sister Lyanna. Hot-blooded as always, Brandon immediately rode for King's Landing to demand justice.

Brandon's younger brother, a man whom I had never met though of whom none spoke ill or spoke anything at all.

I spent the war by the windows waiting for a raven to hear if my son would grow up fatherless or at all. We knew the price of defeat.

When he came home to me he could not meet my eyes. I saw the reason by his side.

Many  men have bastards, I know, and under the strain of war any man no matter how honorable may forsake his vows for a night of warmth that he may never know again.

Ned Stark was not built like other men. His northern honor would not let him sequester his shame in some distant holdfast.

These bitter memories are sweet now they are all I have left of my Ned.

The Starks are of the North and like the snows of winter when they come south they melt away.

By Ser Jaime Lannister.

Kingslayer. A word every man and woman in Westeros spits at me, though many can't even name the king I slayed.

 I understand to them,  I'm a symbol of everything they'll never have and a warning that'll

never apply.

When a  dog goes mad we put it down. Why not a King?

I was never supposed to be on the Kingsguard. 

Oh as a boy I dreamed of the white cloak like all boys.

If Tywin Lannister forbade the tides, the waves would cease.

She could arrange for the king to raise me to the Kingsguard so I could stay in the city with her.

Is it a rock you want or me? Come morning she had my consent.

 I would join the Kingsguard for her. I would force my lands and title for her. I would forsake our family for her.

Everything started to fall apart at Harrenhal.

King Aerys made a great show of my investiture.

I admit despite my father's anger I was happy and foolish.

He commanded me to return to the Red Keep to guard the Queen and little Prince Viserys. 

The Mad King had chosen me to spite my father and steal his heir. I wanted to rip off the white cloak but it was too late.

I kept the King's secrets when his Pyromancer said caches of wildfire beneath King's Landing.

It fell to me to hold the red keep.

Royal Command,  bring me your father's head if you were no traitor.

Burn them, burn them all he kept muttering.

As I approached the throne, sanity flashed behind the King's eyes for a moment just long enough to read the look in mine.

He turned and ran, a single thrust was all it took to end the greatest dynasty the world had ever seen.

The last dragon king squealed like a pig and shat himself so easily. I thought a king should die harder than this.

I knew at once when I saw the way they looked at me I would be blamed.

I commanded them to announce that the Mad King was dead and to spare all those who yielded 

They asked me if they should proclaim a new king as well. I knew what they meant. Would it be my father or Robert Baratheon? or maybe the charred verse

Proclaim who you bloody well like

I climbed the steps of the Iron Throne and sat on it with my sword.

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[disgraceful-writings]

Meant To Be

Chapter 2

Y/n and Aegon were born on the same day, with velvet eyes and white crowns. Y/n is sent to Oldtown by their mother to keep her pure. What happens when she doesn't return so? How will her twin react?

The day y/n left was the day Aegon started drowning in his cups. He had no one in the red keep anymore. Yes, his nephews would assist in pranking his brother, but no one cared for him. No one would kiss his cheek when his eyes were watery and their mother was on a rampage. He never understood why she hated him so much. He tried so hard to be a good son, but once she removed his only light, he broke. If she wanted a monster, he would give her a monster. 

He awoke one morning in the peasant clothes he wore the night before, with dried wine spilled down the front. Sitting up, his muscles felt tight like his head. The blazing sun was no help to the pain. What time was it? Definitely not morning. Not that it mattered. No one ever needed him. Laying back across the bed, he looked to the bottom of his bed and saw someone had put food and wine on his table. Might as well. Aegon pulled off his shirt on his way to the table and discarded it to the floor before slumping into the chair. Alicent burst into the door with a couple servants, “Aegon, you should’ve woken up long ago. Where were you last night? You are the king’s son, you are expected to act like a prince. Are you even listening to me?” 

“Yes”, he muttered before a bite of his breakfast. Alicent huffed and started muttering about some random stuff Aegon couldn’t care about until he heard a name he hadn’t in a while, y/n. She noticed his ears perk up at the name, “She would be disappointed if she knew what you’ve become.” At this he rose from the chair and stripped on his way to the bath the servants made. Alicent took one look at her oldest, shook her head, and left the room. Once it was only him again, he sunk into the warm water and let a tear fall. 

The garden was finally in full bloom. Y/n would love it, Aegon thought to himself, specifically the lavender flowers. She always made sure to stop and smell them any time she was in the gardens. Would she be the same? It’s been so long since he’d been graced with her smile. Had she heard about his reputation? How could she not have, it is all over the world. Aegon soon found himself in the training grounds. Aemond and Ser Cole fighting one another and to the shock of no one, Aemond won. When he laid eyes on his elder brother, he asked, “What are you doing out here? I know you haven’t touched a sword in years.” Aegon didn’t know how to answer.

“I was out for a walk, dear brother”, giving Aemond a pointed look, “besides, when have you started to care what I do in my time?” He didn’t give Aemond a chance to answer, even if he wanted to. As he wandered the halls, he saw a servant girl. She bowed and Aegon stopped thinking. He turned to her, grabbed her by the chin. He only saw y/n in this girl’s features and proceeded to force himself upon her. She tried to push him off, but he was too much for her. When all was done, she was left on the floor, a sobbing mess for someone to clean, and Aegon simply tucked himself back into his trousers and walked to his chambers.

He closed the door and flipped the table, sending fruits and wine to the walls and floor. Suddenly, another maid knocked on his doors and entered. “Your grace, your mother wants to speak to you in her private chambers”, she kept her head down, but when Aegon walked by her, he heard her take in a breath and start shaking. He simply mumbled to her to clean his mess and went on his way. When he reached his mother’s chambers, he noticed she had Aemond and Helaena summoned as well. With a smile, while looking at her other two children, she said, “Y/n will travel home in a week's time”, she frowned in Aegon’s direction, “both of you will be wed the day after she arrives.” Aemond spoke to their mother of preparations for her arrival and how he had missed their dear elder sister. Helaena muttered, “The dragons will dance after her arrival.” 

Aegon never paid much attention to Helaena, she always spoke in riddles and looked lifeless, but his sister was coming home. His sister would be home with him, where she belongs. With him…

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[fritextramole]

cheap wine in expensive glasses

part 3 of a Dan Humphrey playlist - best heard in order

tracklist and quotes under the cut

Wildwood Flower ~ June Carter Cash

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway When I awoke from my dreaming my idol was clay All portion of love had all flown away

Tonight I Feel Like Kafka ~ Jealous of the Birds

Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same Wanna pierce my nipples and go dancin' in the rain No more cyanide kisses, I'm methylene blue

Magnolia ~ The Essentialists

Hey Magnolia what's on your mind And I was thinking I was thinking we could make it this time But you're gone

Undo ~ The 1975

No, I didn't even see you when I liked you No, now I ain't got no time Girl, I wanna see you undo it

Saw You in a Dream ~ The Japanese House

I saw you in a dream You had stayed the same You were beckoning me Said that I had changed

Sweet Strange Days ~ Kate Lomas

Like a sweet teen straight outta school I’m under the influence And I really really like it

Devil Town ~ Cavetown

Hold my hand tight, we'll make it another night I still get a little scared of something new But I feel a little safer when I'm with you Falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too We're all dead in Devil Town

Kiss Her You Fool ~ Kids That Fly

Don't be afraid, dreams aren't found they're made

Cecilia And The Satellite ~ Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

I locked myself in a hotel room Then waited all night for the walls to move I loved some girls that I barely knew I've made some friends, and I've lost some, too

White Wedding - Pt. 1 ~ Billy Idol

Take me back home, yeah Hey little sister, what have you done?

I'm a Mess ~ Ed Sheeran

Late last night Drinking to suppress devotion With fingers intertwined I can't shake this feeling now

You Already Know ~ Bombay Bicycle Club, Kathryn Williams

One more bus home, another silent weekend You said love was painted gold Like all things growing old The paint peels and slowly falls

Grandma's Hands ~ Bill Withers

But I don't have grandma anymore If I get to heaven I'll look for Grandma's hands

Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) ~ John Lennon

I can hardly wait To see you come of age But I guess we'll both just have to be patient 'Cause it's a long way to go

Keep An Eye On Dan ~ ABBA

And he loves his dad And I loved him too

Smoke Signals ~ Cavetown, Tessa Violet

I wanna live at the Holiday Inn Where somebody else makes the bed We'll watch TV while the lights on the street Put all the stars to death It's been on my mind since Bowie died Just checking out to hide from life And all of our problems, I'm gonna solve 'em With you ridin' shotgun

Tonight ~ Richard Hawley

Might take the car up to the hills, and watch the city lights below

Sweet Jane ~ Garrett Kato

Smokey days Hanging outside in the pouring rain Feelin' like the home where you once stayed Has washed away

Cursive ~ Billie Marten

I'd walk the corners Of my empty mind But I'm full of darkness With the loneliest of light And we'll be fine, there is an end It hurts to fall back again

In Time ~ Dizzy

You and I, like black and white We don't see eye to eye But two wrongs don't make it right Will never make it right I'm missing the way it was We were wrapped up in a teenage buzz

#gg #ggplaylists #dan humphrey #gossip girl #source: senamarais

[lunaekalenda]

Hello I’m back for more of the Greek mythology interaction. Could you do another one for Eren (also I imagine him wearing nothing but a eucalyptus crown on his head as a Greek god) with flower goddess Reader? Thank you! - 🌼

for some reason, half of my draft got deleted and just realized now that i was gonna publish it 🤡 anyway, i did what i could with your specifications + the dices (my imagination isn't that wide hshs) hope you like it!

zeus · trojan horse · treasure (this is going to be a little divergence from the original myths to fit the request)

Humans were curious to gods, specially, to him. Eren ruled on the Olympus as the God between the Gods. Everything was boring to him, specially, mortals. Such throwaway lives, so far from divine perfection, but yet so intense. If there was a thing he still liked from the human world, it was flowers.

One thing Eren doesn't miss as the new Zeus is to feel. It has been ages since he felt for the last time, when he let himself smile when the spring arrived or let his guard down while sleeping peacefully. He has forgot all of them. A lot of humans want his place, his life. And he won't give up that easy on them.

He was sure nothing could ever rip apart that façade of the perfect god, but he got a gift. A gift, for him. It was on his main door when he left that morning, direction to the tholos where all the Gods spent the long and incontable days. There it was, a miniature of the Trojan Horse, the one that made Achilles win the war. He remembers that moment, he felt a little proud of his army. Of his mortal army. Near the miniature, a big bouquet of flowers rested, with a little note on the side. "Thanks for helping, supreme God. The district of Paradis will always be grateful."

The flowers were way too beautiful to be made by humans. They seemed too perfect, too colorful to be natural. Looking at the flowers again, he left them on the main entrance's vase, knowing that they will be dead with just a couple days on the Olympus.

But they resisted, two days, four and a whole month, maybe more. He moved them to his office, where he watched them for full hours without moving. He was intrigued, where could a human make such perfect flowers? They seemed to be even immortal, as he was. It was the first gift Eren got that was able to last as much as he was going to, unless someone did kill him before.

Those flowers got the name of the "God's Treasure" in the streets of the Olympus, reaching everyone's ears, specially Armin's, the messenger God. He brought those flowers from the mortal lands, and he would gratefully show Eren where they grew. It wasn't long until the God searched the blonde boy, who guided his friend down to mortal domains after years of reclusion on the Olympus. He felt the grass on his feet when they landed. The sweet breeze near the sea, the salty air that played on his hair and moved the leafs of his eucalyptus crown. And he saw the little town, white houses and tiny humans around.

And then he saw you.

Kneeling on the floor with a long, white robe, smiling so preciously while you put tiny flowers on a little girl's hair. The flowers seemed to be so bright, so shiny, and the way you used them with such care and tenderness made him smile unconsciously. They seemed to bloom under your hands, and he felt what he had suppressed for years at a stroke. He wants to be held, to be listened, to be loved. He wants to bloom under someone's soft touch, and he wants to pass his immortal life with someone.

And when your eyes crossed, he knew that someone he has been waiting for was you.

He started to walk, without even knowing what he was gonna say once he arrived. When his long shadow covered you and the kid from the sun, he felt the sudden nervousness. You stood up slowly, asking the kid to go home. He looked at you for a long second, before speaking.

"The flowers that I got at the Olympus... Did you grow them?" Your eyes opened when you realized that Eren, the God among the Gods, was talking to you. Your hands trembled softly when you kneeled respectfully.

At the same time, he kneeled in front of you, a big smile on his lips as he searched your gaze with his.

"Could you show me how you grow those beautiful flowers?" he whispers, making your heart skip a beat. Show him, the most important God between them, your simple flowers?

You were still so unaware of the future crown he was planning you to wear, full of flowers, as he crowned you as his goddess.

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren x y/n #aot x reader #aot x you #snk x you #snk x reader #snk eren #eren fluff #snk fluff #aot fluff #greek myth fic

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Spuffy style Reading Challenge - #23: Monthly Key Word Reading Challenge #2

1st month - Crown, Girl, Whisper, Black, Heart, Guide, All, Ever:

Shot Through the Heart by bookishy [PG-13]

When Buffy finds out an assassin is gunning for her, there's only one place to hide. Unfortunately, the amenities are a little lacking. And her new cryptmate is a little surly, because she may have kind of sort of just gotten him shot. Pay him enough, though, and he won't mind too much, right? Set in the summer between Seasons 4 and 5

2nd month - Please, Might, Return, Shy, Vanish, Book, Ash, Come:

These Miles That Come Between Us by Eurydice [PG-13]

When Buffy intercepts a call from Angel, the last thing she expects is to hear that surprise guests are about to end up on her doorstep.

3rd month - Crimson, Beyond, Friend, Cry, Wait, Six, Run, Woods:

Cry Havoc, and Let Slip Your Heart by Touchstoneaf [Adult Only]

Part 1 of the Something Wicked series.  (S4, between "Something Blue" and "Hush") The Hellions have visited Sunnydale before. Here and there, in twos and threes, looking for a good time. Any hellmouth is a good time, after all. Usually they don’t stay long, since the new Slayer started to get a reputation for making good times go bad. No one wants to play when there’s a sheriff in town. But then word gets around that a vamp with a reputation of his own has joined the Slayer’s camp. That pisses off more than a few boys in the demon world; especially demons with a score to settle and a serious dislike of vamps in general, that one in particular. What’s interesting is… Once the score gets settled, the sheriff gets distracted dealing with the fallout. And all of a sudden, the town’s wide open. Or is it?

4th month - Vicious, Ask, Wind, Found, Circle, Broken, Beneath, Drown:

Beneath the Surface by The Danish Bird [NC-17]

Spike returns a little earlier to find his gem. The mayor decides that shooting Angel with a poison, which only Slayer blood can cure, is simply too risky for his Faith. And suddenly, Buffy finds herself locked up in a strange underground room in the company of her mortal enemy and the vampire who just broke her heart. But maybe it isn’t all bad. Maybe, this way, Angel will see that this idea about leaving for her own good is bad. Right? Spike, he just wants to get out, but if that’s out of the question, well then at least he’s going to try to have some fun! Starts out right after The Prom and before Graduation Day pt.I.

5th month - Dragon, Day, Chain, Another, Thousand, Begin, Stolen, And:

World Dracula Day (That Poncy Bugger) by honeygirl51885 [PG-13]

That bleeding ponce already has a book and a movie, does he really need a sodding holiday?

6th month - Bridge, Everything, Blue, Why, First, Wild, Luck, Tomorrow:

Lucky in Love by honeygirl51885 [PG-13]

Spike and Buffy get to play a game, but they have to cooperate with each other. If they win, they get a wish. If they lose, they die.

7th month - Final, Clock, This, Way, Poison, Summer, Future, Kiss:

and i count the days till the end of summer by othellia [PG-13]

Set Post-S5, Willow never resurrects Buffy from the dead. Spike carries out his promise to watch over Dawn till the end of the world.

8th month - Dangerous, Again, Best, Chase, How, Flower, Date, Together:

Again by MillennialCryBaby [G]

The world was ending and Spike was on her porch ready to fight—again.

9th month - Sign, With, Just, Lies, Grace, Enough, Sleep, Name:

Calling My Name by MillennialCryBaby [PG-13]

Spike's been called a lot of things since he met Buffy.

10th month - Old, After, Take, Shadow, Monster, Haunt, Darkness, Of:

Take Care of the Rest by Cosmic Tuesdays [PG]

Following Never Kill a Boy on the First Date and realizing that funeral homes are a hotbed of vampire activity, Buffy decides to find herself a job at the Sunnydale Cemetery Funeral Home.

11th month - Paris, Hidden, Sparrow, Realm, Two, Fair, Street, Say:

The Hidden Side of Me by MaggieLaFey [NC-17]

It’s been nineteen days since Spike’s sacrifice has saved the world, and Buffy’s trying to keep her emotions at bay while on a mission in the crater of the former Sunnydale, trying to retrieve a certain amulet for Willow. Nothing strange could happen there, since the Hellmouth is closed, right?

12th month - Silver, Wish, Forgotten, Dance, Also, My, Fate, Dream:

Silver and Gold by cawthraven [G]

“It’s our anniversary,” he says with a soft smile that lights him up from within. He never gets mad that she doesn’t remember these little moments. Says that’s what he’s for, to make sure she stops to smell the roses. Which he buys for her, often.

#Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs #spuffy #ficrec #reading challenges #bookishy #theclacks #cosmictuesdays

[thereader-radhika]

Waiting

Posting a few more chapters from my Nandini fanfic before I start the Ravidasan fic

Nandini shivered in the damp penetrating chilliness of the early morning. Let Appa and amma sleep for some more time. She worried if Vaigai will swallow this little grove when the rains increase. Thirumalai annan spending more time at home was the only consolation. Occasionally, he would secretly give her the news of Aditha Karikalan. The young prince is a famed general now. He had driven Rashtrakutas out of Thirumunaippadi. Some say that he has conquered Thondaimandalam too. Nandini felt so proud. Her Adithan!

Will he return to the Chola country soon? "No", Annan said. "Rashtakuta kingdom touches the banks of Ganga. Conquering one or two regions isn't enough. They'd just take it back. He has to move further into the North and consolidate his gains". When did annan become such an expert on politics and geography? Maybe it comes naturally to those who travel far and wide.

For a long time, she expected Karikalar to come in search of her and take her back. "He isn't coming", everyone insisted and she argued fiercely.

He loves her.

He can't and won't forget her.

He just needs some time.

Sembiyan Madevi planned their exile close to a war so that he can't search for her immediately.

It is only a matter of time.

When she saw birds around the temple and pond, she wished she could send messages to him with them. Didn't an annam take Damayanti's message to Nalan? This annam is trapped in an island. Who will take my message to my beloved? She wished she had a friend like Chitralekha. But she is no princess like Usha or Sita.

Didn't he quote Kalidasan's Meghasandesham and tease her that she had become a virahini after they were seperated for a mere two weeks? It's been months now! Komagane! I don't even know if I am alive now, I am only breathing. Sometimes she would stand in the sun, relishing the rays. Unfortunately, other women didn't see it as Aditha bhagawan showering blessings on everyone. They chastised Nandini for destroying her beauty by exposing herself to the harsh rays of sun. Are girls of marriageable age supposed to behave like this?

Maybe this rain is his message, sent to her through clouds. In her childhood, hadn't she prayed to paliyan tholudai pappanaban to shower his blessings as rain? He is busy showering arrows on his foes and sent rain to cool her burning heart. When it was spring, she imagined that he sent his panchabanam by filling their island with flowers.

•-------------• Two years later

Foolishness of teenage, indeed! Nandini smiled. How could she even think that crown prince Aditha Karikalan's whole world revolves around one emotion called love? To think that she raised hell in Pazhayarai when a girl talked fondly about him! Her man even conquered Kanchi and raised Tiger standard everywhere he went.

She remembered their last conversation. He was worried about them disowning him for loving her and crowning someone else in his place. It would have been a disaster if something like that happened! Now none can replace the heroic prince who captured the lost territories from Rashtakutas. Her eyes welled up.

One day, her Karikalar will ascend the throne and wear the crown of Imayam Venra Karikala Cholan. Maybe he too will conquer Himalayas. Another woman will sit with him on the throne. Maybe it will be that girl who stole her lotus flowers. What was her name?

He promised her that he belongs to her. Human beings don't have the right or power to make vows. That happens only in stories and puranas.

•-------------•

Older people say that homes go asleep when the daughters are married off. She realised that it is true since the marriage of akka. Their house is no longer filled with the chatter of two girls and their mother scolding them playfully.

Akka married an orphan priest from across the bank of Vaigai, an acquaintance of their Periyappa. All those men with big families were more interested in poking nose into Nandini's life. But this guy seemed decent. Also the burden of lying and maintaining those lies to other families was cumbersome. They didn't hide anything from athimber. Not only that he didn't mind, he sympathised with Nandini's heartbreak. She really missed akka and Nila.

Nila.

Nandini smiled. She is her everything. When Akka got pregnant, she was the one who celebrated the most. Though Amma asked her not to tell anyone before three months, she made payasam and distributed it to all kids in the neighbourhood. Akka even refused to stay at their home during pregnancy and childbirth because she didn't want to stay away from athimber. Poor athimber catered to her every demand and cared for her like another little child. How sweet!

At least akka is happy. Baby Nila is the cutest, most adorable, most beautiful baby in the whole universe. Whenever Nandini visited her, she would cry till Nandini holds her and kisses her tiny pink feet. But akka rarely bought Nila to their home. She was scared of travelling in a boat with the infant. Not every child can be a Ponniyin Selvan. But sometimes the river dried up and people could walk to the other side comfortably.

Nandini never stayed overnight in akka's home because she didn't want gossipmongers to wag their tongues about an unmarried girl living with her brother-in-law. They already got enough material to dissect when some men who were considered for Thiruveni expressed interest in Nandini. On one day, they will enquire about Nandini's marriage and on the other day, they will thank Perumal for sending an educated girl like Nandini to their remote village. Don't these people have anything else to do!

Imayam Venra Karikala Cholan - Karikala Cholan who won the Himalayas. Mythical ancestor of Cholas. Famed for conquering kingdoms in the north and planting the Tiger Flag on Himalayas.

Annam (swan), Nala, Damayanti - Nalan was the King of Nishada and Damayanti was the princess of Vidarbha. Damayanti, already infactuated with Nala, falls in love with him when a swan sent by him exalts his qualities to her.

Usha(the daughter of Banasura) sees Anirudha(grandson) of Krishna in a dream and falls in love with him. Her friend Chitralekha draws the portraits of various young princes so that they could identify Usha's lover. Chitralekha also shrinks Anirudha to the size of a doll and smuggles him into Usha's chamber.

Komagan - Prince

Aditha bhagawan - Sun god

Paliyan tholudai pappanaban - Lord Vishnu with strong and beautiful shoulders

Pancha banam - 5 floral arrows of Kamadeva, namely, white lotus, ashoka, mango, jasmine and blue lilly.

Athimber - Elder sister's husband To read the complete fic - Wattpad

#nandini #aditha karikalan #nandini x karikalan #ponniyin selvan 2 #ponniyin selvan #chola dynasty #kollywood #nandhini #aditya karikalan

[universe-of-heart]

Pain in Repeating Cycles

A Rewritten History of Fire and Blood Ocs in fic

Author's note: This chapter takes place during the entirety of episode 2. Imagine me actually getting a whole episode in one chapter, insane right?? Anyway, this one is a doozy, we get a side of Jae we haven't seen fully before and truthfully we still haven't. Get ready for some drama! As always, Jae and Fallon belong to my beautiful, handsome friend @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers who allows me to torture them daily, and the moon phase border by @samspenandsword MDNI banner by @cafekitsune

Word count: 5,362 (I'm actually impressed all my word counts have been above 4k)

Warnings: AGGRESSIVE tactics, very clearly speaking of marrying underaged girls to a fully grown man, grooming tactics vaguely mentioned/hinted at. It's everything that happened in episode 2, we all know it won't be nice, unfortunately. And if it's not abundantly clear, I DO NOT SUPPORT THE BAD THINGS I WRITE ABOUT. It's fiction for a reason, people, and I make it VERY CLEAR the characters aren't happy about it. Ty that has been my ted talk

Jae realized two things very quickly following Aemma’s death and Rhaenyra’s crowning.

The first was just how deeply the death of the queen affected the entire Keep. Many of the queen’s former maids and the maesters who had been in the room as she had struggled in labor barely lifted their eyes from the floor, an air of grief following them like a storm cloud. A handful of the maesters acted the same. Many of them had grown close and fond of the late queen during the last few months of her pregnancy and the sudden loss had rocked every single one of them. Many of the knights seemed quieter, Jayse had noticed, when they passed the room that had been hers. None would even dare to meet the King’s eye when he retired for the night.

Everyone had expected the King and princess to reel from her death. Except for Small Council meetings, it was rare to see Viserys outside of his chambers. His model of Old Valyria had grown significantly in the handful of months, more excruciating detail put into the walls and structures that slowly built a miniature version of their old home. It was haunting in a beautiful way, like a distant memory that only appeared in dreams. The ghostly white of the stone only served to further that thought. If they spent too long in the King’s solar, looking at it, some nights they would find themselves back within the towering structure of the true Valyria, the shadows dropping down around their feet to swallow them whole.

They’d wake up in the same place every morning; on the floor beside their bed, sheets ripped from claws and burns marking the wooden floor beneath them. The horrible voice of their father echoed in their head. What a monster.

The princess was entirely different from her father, almost finding comfort from her grief in the duties of court. She seemed to thrive under her new responsibilities as crowned heir, though there was a hidden weight that caused her shoulders to square and chin to lift all the same. Much to her sworn sword’s dismay, she had chosen Criston Cole as a new member of her father’s Kingsguard, though Fallon could hardly fault her for her reasonings. Many of the tourney knights were just that. It had been decades since a true war had been fought under the king’s command and to truly protect the crown, one would have to have some combat prowess outside of a jousting lance and decorative sword. Still, the way her lip curled as he smiled up at the princess was instinctual, her hackles raised just like a guard dog.

If Cole noticed, he didn’t seem to care.

The second thing Jae noticed was how little the Small Council seemed to care for a grieving period. Many of the king’s advisors were already urging him to remarry, to bear more heirs should anything unforeseen happen again, yet barely half a year had passed since Aemma had left them. The idea made Jae bristle in their seat, nails scratching dangerously at the table.

Grand Maester Mellos hadn’t said anything about it since seeing the long lines etched into the marble one day.

Otto was an entirely different story, however.

Jaeda had all but posted herself in the King’s solar during the day ever since she realized how often Alicent was sent to keep the king company. She was still very young, barely a year Rhaenyra’s elder, there was no reason as to why she would be requested within the king’s chambers. However, when Jae began to notice how often she wore dresses that she had never seen the young girl wear before, the wheels began to turn and click into place. Alicent never spoke of who or why, ever the dutiful lady of court that she was, but there was a way that she held herself, shaking at first and guarded after, the way her eyes always looked like she would cry any moment, that had Jae itching to storm out of the keep to the Tower of the Hand and drag Otto out by his collar.

Instead, Jaeda seethed silently as Viserys spoke of the histories he poured over to have the stonemasons craft such delicate works of art. Alicent, as dutiful as she always was, smiled politely and listened, adding small comments and compliments where it was appropriate. She was the perfect image of a lady, Jaeda was certain even the most dutiful would pale in comparison to her manners, her behavior. The worst was, she knew Viserys no doubt saw it as well.

“Do you believe that Westeros can be another Valyria, Your Grace?”

“That depends, whether you speak of the Freehold at its height or at its fall.”

Jaeda stepped forward to curl an arm protectively around the young girl’s shoulders. “There are many things that separate Westeros from Old Valyria, my dear. Valyria had hundreds of dragons of enormous sizes, a navy that could span the entire sea…Westeros will have its own glory and does, but such a sight as what was will never be seen again.”

The king nodded solemnly, turning over a stone dragon in his hands. She wondered which one it was modeled after. He had asked her endless questions to make each detail nearly perfect and every dragon she could recall had its own place on the replica, seated regally to crown the old kingdom.

Alicent jumped under her arm as Viserys fumbled, the dragon breaking in two on the floor. He muttered a curse under his breath as he moved to grab it, though she was quicker, gingerly picking the pieces up so as to not cut herself on the jagged edges. The king takes it from her hands gently, lingering too long for Jaeda’s comfort. She didn’t miss the way Alicent froze, shoulders going stiff before she could stop herself. 

“Tell me, how is Rhaenyra?”

“What do you mean?”

It was an odd question. How could the princess’ father not know how she was, what she was doing? The reclusive nature Viserys had leaned on to heal from the loss of his wife hadn’t lessened as the months passed by; it had almost worsened. The pressure from the Small Council for him to remarry had added to the strain of the crumbling family and Rhaenyra had had to step into roles as an heir that kept her busier than when she was simply the princess, studying with Alicent, flying on Syrax, and begrudgingly learning needlepoint with her elders.

“I think she might find it difficult to discuss…personal matters.”

Alicent nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly. “It will take time. It did when I lost mine own mother.”

Jaeda felt her heart break for the poor girl. It hadn’t even been a full year since Alicent had lost her mother and she was comforting a grieving man mourning his wife. She should be with Rhaenyra, the advisor thought bitterly. They had more in common than the young Lady Hightower and the King who was barely younger than her father. Both mourned for their mother, forced to move past their sorrow quickly as the court swirled around them. She only watched, taking on her brother’s role for a moment, as Alicent steadied herself again as she raised her gaze back to the king.

“I think she would open herself to you if invited.”

“It is wise council, Your Grace,” Jaeda’s arm slipped through Alicent’s, tugging the girl into her side. “The hour grows late. Shall I escort the Lady back to her chambers, my King?”

There was a hidden edge to her voice only Viserys knew. It was often used against Daemon within council chamber walls with honeyed words that were appropriate for court. It had been so long since he had been on the receiving end of Jaeda’s venom, that he had forgotten how it could sting.

“Yes,” his voice dropped to just above a whisper, whatever he was about to say to Alicent dying on his tongue. “Yes, that would be best, thank you.”

Alicent dropped a small curtsey as Jaeda nodded, the look in her eyes telling him she would return with a discussion he would not enjoy. The king returned to his stone model of Old Valyria, gazing down at the broken dragon on the table. The small model of Balerion with his wing detached stared back.

“Did I say something wrong, Lady Briarwood?” Alicent’s small voice barely broke the silence of the halls as they walked, her arm still looped around Jaeda’s as if she were her anchor.

She looked so small then. Years ran together for Jae more often than not and they were often abruptly reminded of how young Rhaenyra and her closest friend were at times like that. Both had barely become young women and in the same amount of time had taken on more than boys their same age.

“Of course not, sweet one,” Jaeda sighed softly, left hand covering the younger’s hand on her arm. “I just thought it best to take a step back for the night.”

Alicent nodded silently, letting her head droop slightly as if she was embarrassed. Or maybe it was shame.

“You do not have to keep him company every night,” the old advisor spoke gently, allowing the girl her silence. “You are but a child and he is grown. Sympathy is appreciated and your comfort is great, but do not forget your own feelings in times such as this.”

“It is not every night, my lady,” her voice was only slightly stronger than before, her eyes still trained on the floor that passed beneath them. “I only go when my father suggests it.”

“Suggests or commands, my sweet?”

Alicent hesitated and Jaeda received her answer.

Outside of her chambers, Jaeda placed a gentle kiss to the young girl’s forehead, smoothing the wispy curls that hung near her temples back with a comforting hand. Alicent thought for a moment that it felt motherly and comforting and allowed herself to forget how foreign she had felt for nearly a fortnight now in her own late mother’s gowns. Even if it was only for one night, she would allow herself to be free of the fear of what her father might say in response to Lady Briarwood’s words. She would sleep comfortingly in her bed and in the morning, she would seek out Rhaenyra and all would be well.

The door creaked closed and Jaeda heard the lock click into place. The fire crackled again deep in her chest. A standing guard watched as she turned on her heel and stalked back down the hall, the stone echoing with each footstep. For a moment, the poor guard watched as an old nan’s tale seemed to come to life; an ancient witch come to storm the castle’s halls in search of the man who wronged her.

He did not envy the man set in her sights.

Jae, truthfully, didn’t even know which man was in their sights that night. Otto had been the one they had first thought of laying into, then the King had watched the girl in a way that made their skin crawl. And yet, Otto was still at the forefront. He was the cause of it all, he had all but told his daughter to become the King’s chamber wench, it seemed, and it didn’t bother him at all. He still had the same cold aloofness in each Small Council meeting, his stare turning its focus to whatever he could intimidate at the marble table. When he couldn’t, it turned dark, dangerous. It always reminded them of a horrible drunkard who didn’t care who was at the receiving end of his wrath. 

Truthfully, it reminded them of their father.

The door nearly bounced off the stone wall behind it with the force Jaeda used to open it and it caused the Hand to jump as he penned a letter, ink spilling over half the parchment. He muttered a curse as he reached for a cloth to dry the mess, but stopped his efforts as Jaeda’s palms connected with the smooth wood of the desk, rattling everything not fastened down with enough power to spill the ink further. She was breathing hard through her nose, eyes blazing even in the low firelight far on her left, and Otto nearly feared that would be the moment he would die.

“What game are you playing at?” She hissed, bearing her teeth as she did.

To his credit, Otto’s mask didn’t slip. “I haven’t a clue what you mean.”

The gold of her iris seemed to melt into molten liquid for only a moment, reminding him of the descriptions of the Doom. “Your daughter is six-and-ten years of age, unmarried, and vulnerable in her grief. Tell me, which of your Seven deemed it right and good to have her meet with the King in secret in his private quarters?”

“She is extending her sympathies to the Crown.”

“Fuck the Crown,” she growled and the Hand wondered for a moment if she would grow fangs and claws, “and fuck your sympathies. Do not pretend to me that you care of the Crown for, if you did, you would not feel the need to join in on the pressure for Viserys to remarry so quick after Aemma.”

The Hand barely blinked, keeping his eyes on the advisor. It was almost as if he feared the moment he looked away, there might truly be a dragon in place of a woman. “It is for the betterment of the realm that the king, while strong and able, produce further heirs to protect his claim to the Iron Throne.”

“Are you truly so terrified of Daemon coming to power that you would sacrifice a man and daughter’s grief so soon?” Her eyes searched his for only a moment before her lip curled. “Or do you simply crave your blood on the throne so deeply you are willing to sacrifice your own daughter?”

“Such accusations could have you tried for slander, perhaps even treason.”

“If you think I fear you, Lord Hand, then you truly do not understand your place in this court.”

Jaeda stood from her bent posture over the desk, eyes skimming the puddle of ink on the ruined paper. There were no words she could make out any longer and she felt all the better for it, feeling an odd satisfaction that he would have to begin again completely or simply leave it until the morning. Otto just glared up at her, brow furrowed deeply against her words. 

It irked him deeply that she was the one he could never force under his thumb. Beesbury and Strong were easy to talk down, even Corlys could be skirted around until he relented and sat seething at the foot of the table. Mellos was loyal to the Hightowers, Otto never found trouble on that front, and Daemon was never around enough to give him any true concerns. Jaeda, however, had been a thorn in his side since he became Hand under the Old King and she only wormed her way deeper, twisting as she went. It felt impossible to worm his way into the King’s close confidants with her around and with each step it seemed like she forced him back two more.

“Was that all, Lady Briarwood?” His tone betrayed his annoyance, dry and frustrated as he lost yet another battle against her.

Jaeda’s chin tilted slightly, her eyes following the line of her nose down to him. “If I see your daughter dressed as the ghost of your late wife within the king’s chambers again, I will see to it you are removed from your seat and Daemon named as your successor. Even if I must stand vigil in the king’s chamber day and night. You’d do well to remember.”

Otto nodded once, watching as she left his study with the door still wide open. 

The king’s door was opened with less aggression, though the king flinched all the same. Jaeda calmly entered the room, shutting the door behind her easily before moving to a chair at the table within his solar, picking up the two bits of the broken dragon. The growing silence made Viserys’ skin crawl, though he didn’t have a clue himself how to break it. Instead, he stood like a child about to be scolded by a parent for acting out, hands tucked behind his back and head down to stare at a fixed point on the model of Old Valyria.

The advisor simply continued to turn the stone pieces in her hands, paying him no mind. 

“Nothing has happened.”

The words nearly caused her eyes to roll.

“Have I implied anything has, Your Grace?” Her tone was nearly cold, entirely unwilling to allow emotions to play into it.

Viserys sighed, rubbing at his temple before sitting across from his oldest friend. “She has been merely keeping me company to allow me to talk without fear of ulterior motives. It hasn’t even been half a year and still I am pushed to remarry.”

“If you merely needed a listening ear, you know I am more than willing.”

It was more than that and they both knew it. The king longed for a companion as many did, even after suffering such a loss. It was human nature to crave such connections. However, Jaeda knew it would’ve been far better for him to seek out his own daughter for such matters, to offer the same comfort he sought after to someone hurting much the same as himself. To entertain and seemingly welcome the company of a girl so young, not to mention unmarried herself, well…if word would reach outside the Keep, there was no telling what rumors may swirl.

“You have always been there for whatever I needed,” the king whispered, fingers tapping at the table. “And you will never know the depths of my gratitude for that. Your dedication to my family is truly unmatched.”

“You are not to entertain this further, Viserys.”

His violet eyes raised to meet gold. “Do you think I request her?”

Jaeda sighed heavily, letting the dragon rest on the table. “She is Rhaenyra’s friend and companion. Have you even considered how she may feel about her father having the Lady Alicent visit his chambers?”

The king fell silent.

“Have you spoken to her at all since she was named heir?”

His head shook slowly, as if hesitant to admit any fault. 

Jaeda pinched the bridge of their nose before sighing again. “You are her father before you are king. She has already lost her mother; do not make her believe she has lost more.”

A stretch of silence settled between them, merely allowing the words to sit in the air. The sun set outside the window, casting long shadows against the wall. The looming image of the old kingdom eclipsed their own dark reflections, swallowing the image into inky darkness.

Finally, Viserys sighed, folding his hands in his lap. “I will…attempt to speak with her over dinner.”

That wouldn’t fix everything, something Jae was very aware of. However, they never expected a single action to mend such a gap between a father and daughter. It was simply a move in the correct direction, guided perhaps not as softly as many would like, but guided nonetheless. Jaeda managed a smile at her old friend and Viserys returned it, the tension of the night bleeding into the fading rays of sunlight. 

“There is…more,” the king spoke after a time. “Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys met with me earlier today so that I could assure them of the Crown’s support and appreciation for their fleets. To reaffirm how great an asset they are. Lord Corlys even apologized for his outburst at court.” Jaeda remembered it clearly. The outrage over the Crown not being willing to join the fray of battle at the Stepstones, allowing the Free Cities and, more notably, the Crabfeeder to continue their assault and occupation of both the land and sea. It had costed many their ships and more their lives and yet the king refused to go into war with them. It was admirable, in a way, they thought, to continue the line of peace that had been started by his grandsire, but the cost continued to grow the longer he waited. It was only a matter of time until the Triarchy grew in strength and power and moved beyond the Stepstones. It wouldn’t have been the first time in history for such things to happen.

“Lord Corlys is greatly affected by the attacks of the Triarchy,” was the calculated reply. “He spoke from a place of passion, not treason. I am sure he meant his apology.”

“I am afraid this war has soured things between the houses Targaryen and Velaryon,” Viserys sighed, fidgeting with his hands. A ring on his finger was his source of nervous comfort, twisting it around his fingers three times before looking back at his advisor. “They warned me that my house now seems fragile and vulnerable. That many outside of us…may have painted a target on mine and Rhaenyra’s backs.”

Jaeda nodded slowly. They had assumed as much themselves. After centuries of learning how both the world and court worked, it was easy to follow the patterns of history. One heir was simple to be rid of, especially with a widowed king, and when such turmoil boiled elsewhere, it was easy to sneak quietly until it was least expected. An uprising could happen easily. The king had broken tradition that many held above laws and Jae had no doubt many loyal Westerosi civilians were less than pleased at swearing fealty to such a young girl. Rebellions had happened over far less and far more.

“They also suggested I wed Laena.”

The dragon in Jae reared, eyes going wide as they struggled to maintain their composure. “Laena?”

If they didn’t know the Lord and Princess of Driftmark as well as they did, Jae would’ve assumed that was a joke. A sick joke, Laena Velaryon was only two-and-ten years of age. A betrothal at such an age wasn’t unheard of, especially not within the line of the Targaryens. There had been some betrothals set up upon the birth of a second child, simply to ensure the strength of the House.

“It is a strong match-”

“She is a child, Viserys, you cannot truly be considering-”

“I do not know what else to do, Jae!”

For once in a long time, the advisor fell silent as Viserys stood and crossed the room. The action was muddled with anger, frustration, and laced through with sorrow to complete a horrible twisting emotion that had no name. They had felt it before. It was what they imagined death was like.

“My kingdom demands a new queen, my council demands more heirs, my daughter refuses to see me, and my brother tries to tear our House down around our heads!”

The crown always weighed heavy on those who did not deserve it, to a devastating degree on many occasions. King Viserys had nearly reached his breaking point, his will and patience finally bending at the whim of all around him. It was obvious then; how had it not been before?

Jaeda rose from her seat and crossed to him, placing her hands on both of his arms and holding him firmly. “You are the king. The decisions and choices set before you are great, but they are set before you for you to choose. Not Lord Hightower, not Lord Corlys, not even Rhaenyra. Not even me.”

He hadn’t looked up to meet her eyes yet, but he nodded along with her words.

“Let them demand all they wish. Let Daemon try. Marry again when you are ready, my king, and do not allow anyone to pick your second wife for you. Such things lead to unhappiness and unneeded trials of both heart and mind.”

“Your council is wise,” he spoke, voice shaking, “as it always is.”

“One does not live as long as I have without growing wise. Visit with Lady Laena if you wish, speak to her, but do not entertain the thought. Corlys is desperate for support and he will seek it out in many places. Princess Rhaenys no doubt had to bite her tongue at the thought of wedding her to you for the mere sake of bloodlines.”

Viserys huffed out a laugh, finally peering at Jaeda with a bit of mirth. “Perhaps it would be easier to wed Rhaenyra to Laenor.”

“Only if you wish to tell her that yourself. That is one dragon even I fear.”

He laughed again, letting his hand grasp her elbows affectionately before stepping away. “Thank you.” “You forget you are a man as well as a king, old friend.” Jaeda watched as he moved about his room again, picking up the fragmented pieces of Balerion. “You wear yourself thin and then stretch further.”

“I learned from the best.”

Jaeda huffed before taking the broken model from him. “And just for that, you will not get this back until it’s mended.”

In the days and weeks after, Rhaenyra and Alicent fell back into a routine together. Alicent was quick to accompany her friend on simple duties around the Keep, trailed behind by the princess’ knight to keep them out of trouble. She returned back to her dresses, lighter in color and looser in shape. Rhaenyra seemed far happier, openly smiling with her arm linked with her companion’s and talking animatedly about how she was the one to choose Criston Cole for the Kingsguard, how Lord Corlys spoke of the war beginning in the Stepstones, and whatever else she heard during the Small Council meetings. It led to further gossip, usually including how often ravens from Harrenhal arrived at the Keep with letters addressed to Fallon with the intent of slowly winning her favor. Many of them remained unopened until the younger ladies got their hands on them and read them dramatically, the affectionately named Maiden Knight listening to them as she tried to will her face to not match the red fabric under her cuirass. 

For a while, there seemed to be genuine peace within the Red Keep and even King’s Landing. Jae had even begun to relax, as best they could, when talks of the king remarrying seemed to calm and ease and no talks of war were brought up at the last meeting.

However, the gods were often their cruelest when it was the quietest.

First, it had been news that Daemon had taken his paramour to Dragonstone to roost, as well as stolen an egg from Dreamfyre’s clutch. The egg had been picked by Rhaenyra for her late brother and had been one of the last remaining pieces of her life before the collapse. He had taken it and placed a crooked claw over her birthright after desecrating her mother and brother’s memory yet again. The princess had been heartbroken and furious, it was evident on her face as she looked at her father, and Jae felt as though they could fly at that moment and not fear the consequences of what they would do to the rogue prince. One look at the princess, however, had them leaning back in their seat trying to reign in their instincts as the king ordered Otto to go with a detachment of guards to confront his brother. Jae knew that look all too well; it had crossed the faces of many in their past.

Rhaenyra would be a great queen, they decided in that moment.

Otto and his accompaniment returned with the egg safely enclosed within a great black cauldron and the princess returned on dragonback soon after. The king had been furious with worry, summoning her the moment he was notified of her return before Jae could even begin to soothe the overwhelming emotions within the Keep.

Alicent chewed at her fingers in the courtroom, glancing nervously from behind her father’s seat to Rhaenyra in front of the tray of wine and cups. Rhaenyra smiled gently at her, itching to motion her over to hold her hands to keep her from worrying alone.

That was the second thing. After Viserys had his daughter brought to his chambers and scolded her for acting so carelessly with her life in confronting her uncle, they had made up and spoken softly, mending the beginning of a few fractures between them. It had been good for the both of them.

The next day, the king had called his Small Council to order, waiting patiently as everyone sat and waited. Jayse settled into the spot behind Jaeda on the king’s left, bumping Rhaenyra’s arm when he noticed her still watching her companion. He gave her a small smile before she crossed the room behind her father and took Alicent’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. Jaeda let a soft, affectionate smile slip through, watching them with a spark of hope within her chest. They had recovered, it seemed, thicker than thieves again and already whispering amongst themselves eagerly. Whatever poisonous seeds Otto had tried to sew within the Targaryen family had withered and died under the heat of the dragon guarding them.

Jaeda looked to the king with the same smile, though it faded quickly when she caught his gaze on his daughter and her companion. Viserys had never truly been good at masking his emotions nor his thoughts and the glimpse of longing and guilt swirling behind his eyes and the set of his jaw betrayed more than he no doubt wished.

A chill lanced down their spine and they wished they were able to grab both the girls and get them away.

“Your Grace,” she started, nearly hissing through her teeth.

“I have decided…to take a new wife.”

Lord Corlys nodded before shifting in his seat to sit forward, expecting an answer to the proposal he had offered. Jaeda’s stomach turned within her and Jayse forced his eyes to focus on a distant point across the room.

Rhaenyra smiled at her father, clinging to Alicent. Her father did not return the smile. Alicent stopped breathing.

“I intend to marry the lady Alicent Hightower before spring’s end.”

The smugness radiated from Otto even as panic and fear rolled off in waves from the two girls. Rhaenyra watched her father with clear heartbreak as the subject of the meeting dug her fingers into the princess’ sleeve. The princess decided at that moment it would hurt less to be stabbed by the blade that sat at her father’s hip, to feel the point enter flesh along with the prophecy he held dearer than anything else.

Corlys stood from his seat and Jaeda rose to meet him, golden eyes shifting to glower at him from where they had been fixed on the king.

“This is an absurdity,” he seethed, hands flat against the table as if it anchored his words there. “My house is Valyrian, the greatest power in the realm.”

Viserys did not flinch. “And I am your king.”

Jaeda’s words rang back in her head to haunt her again. Marry again when you are ready. Do not allow anyone to pick your second wife for you. They are for you to choose. Not even me.

Corlys turned his glare to Otto before storming out and Alicent nearly burst into tears when the chair scraped the floor. She hadn’t even dared to look up from staring at the floor as she trembled in Rhaenyra’s arms. The king risked a look to his daughter who stared at him in defiance even as her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Rhaenyra-”

The princess tugged Alicent with her as she left the room, fleeing the oppressive eyes of the men around them to flee to the godswood. 

Jae found them there later, curled together as they wept for the girlhood they had both now left behind them.

The cycle of pain in House Targaryen had begun anew and once again the watchful dragon stood over the wreckage sharing in their grief.

Tag list: @dreaming-of-illusory-flowers @soup-entity @yippeecore (I know yall already read it before I posted it but still)

#my writing #house of the dragon fic #jae briarwood #fallon lannister #a rewritten history of fire and blood #rhaenicent will be canon in my heart of hearts I wish their old ass dads weren't here

[firelles]

A small bouquet of flowers on one hand and a box on the other, Alfred approached his sister with a smile from ear to ear. "There you are!" He chirped handing the bouquet of yellow, orange and white daisies to her before resuming his speech. "I said i'd bring you little joys and today i bring you a small pile of them! It's a special day after all."

"Flowers aren't all i got you since we got plenty of those in Firene." Maybe that was why he enjoyed gifting each of his friends ones when the occasion came. He grew up with and loved them but Céline did too so bringing a memory of home was a joy, or so he thought at least. Still she had been by his side since always, supporting him when he was frail, adventuring with them in the search of small joys, she was a butterfly bringing joy to the frail now bloomed strong flower he was. She deserved more than that. "Sooo in this box i got two more things since i thought they would be to your taste."

Using the opposite hand to lift the lid of the box a small twinkle of light shone as the light reflected on the surface of the jewelry inside of it. In the middle rested a pair of golden earrings in the shape of a butterfly, surrounding it a necklace with a four-leaf clover charm the same material as the earrings on it. "A pair of butterflies like the ones on your crown, cute right?"

Putting the lid of the box under his arm he picked the necklace up. "Can i help you put it on?" He asked, smiling as he continued to speak. "It's not the same thing as the real deal but i hope it reminds you of the small joys we have found and of how i'll be with you for as long as i can. But enough of that! It's your birthday so..."

"Happy birthday Céline! Being your brother makes me the happiest man in the world. I hope you know i love you with all my heart."

She knew this day was on the horizon, but she had not planned anything extraordinary for it. Her intentions for the time had been to enjoy a cup of tea with her brother or whomever else might seek their company, but the assortment in his hands as he approached her was what sparked surprise atop the girl's face.

"Ah, Alfred! This is very kind of you," she replied with a warmth to her tone. Céline held the colorful bouquet close to her chest, allowing the floral aroma to reach her. It was true Firene was plentiful in flowers, and yet, she never did get tired of them. She was about to thank her brother for the arrangement, but he continued on.

The earrings matched perfectly with that of her crown as if she were destined to wear them. Then, there was more. A necklace of times past was but truly the stem that brought her back— She could remember the greenery vividly, and now, she would wear it as a constant reminder. "You gathered all of this for me..? Truly? It was not necessary..! I would have been content just spending time with you."

Céline nodded, words softened with a pause: "But, yes. I.. I should like to wear it now." Tucking the bouquet under her left arm, she used her right to toss her hair over her shoulder and out of the way. Green irises gazed downwards, the glints of clover sparkling off of her eyes.

"Alfred.." Shifting her focus forward as the necklace was fastened, she allowed the rarity of the moment to blossom. She had not felt this joyous in quite some time— It both feared and delighted her simultaneously. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin all of Alfred's efforts, keeping the thoughts tucked for only herself to hear. Even so, the smile on her face was genuine. "It is lovely. The flowers, the jewelry.. Everything. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this. I thank you."

No matter what obstacles might dare to toss themselves her way, she would never lose these items. Her hair fell towards her face once the necklace was on tightly, positioning herself to face Alfred with her head held upright. "I love you, too. Allow me to keep supporting you; That is my greatest wish."

#( asks ) #floreix #firene siblings. i love them oughh :pleading:

[winxngasks]

After doing all the redesigns I did for the canon Winx Club characters, I wanted to get started on some redesigns/reworks for my main universe next-gen kids! It has been a long time since I last worked with any of them, and with some of my current ideas for both them and their parents, I thought it would be for the best if I gave them some updates. Starting with my main fairies for now.

Also, if you follow any of my other blogs then you already know that I have been having so much fun making my characters in this super cute picrew! Since I thought making them in it would be easier for testing out their new designs before I actually draw them, I went ahead with making my main girlies. More details about their new designs below!

- Jasmine(daughter of Bloom and Andy): Not much about her is changing about her, besides a slightly different hairstyle(still relatively the same though) and different placement for her mole. Kept her same colors, but changed her eye shape since she is mixed race. Her outfits have always given me the hardest time since I could never find something that looked good on her or matched her interests, but I imagine she would be into the denim-look like her mom. Her outfit here is different than what I imagine, but for her I’m thinking of giving her either a jumpsuit or shorter romper, with possibly a short jacket over it and simple black boots.

- Becca(daughter of Stella and Brandon): Not much will change about her too, besides possibly a slightly different hairstyle. Her skin will be a darker tan color now to better match with her parents, and like both of them I gave her a small smattering of moles across her body. Her outfit would probably stay relatively the same as well, with the new addition of earrings and possibly sheer tights added under her skirt.

- Terra(daughter of Flora and Helia): The biggest difference for her is giving her more of a thick/chubby figure like her mom. Changed her hair color(again lol), with this one being a mix of her beta design’s light brown color and her current design’s dirty blonde color, with it now having a tiny bit of a pink tint. She is going to have a slightly updated outfit, with the main idea I was considering was giving her a flower crown, as she is the Fairy of Flowers.

- Maddy(daughter of Musa and Riven): Honestly the one that is changing the least, mainly because her design was always one of my favorites, and I already sort of updated her for the AU next-gen universe. The main change here is her wearing her hair down more, with a slightly updated outfit.

- Ellie(daughter of Tecna and Timmy): Gave her a paler skin tone and added a few freckles on her face(to match a little more with her dad). The usual updated outfit, but the biggest change I toyed around with was giving her a prosthetic arm. I’m not sure why/how she would have it yet, or if I will go through with giving it to her, but I thought it could add some visual interest to her design and story potential for her character, too.

- Cloe(daughter of Layla and Nabu): She also isn’t changing much besides a slightly darker skin tone and updated outfit. The biggest difference I gave her here was a shorter hairstyle, mainly because I couldn’t give her her exact hair-length in the picrew, but I also think it looks super cute on her and adds a little contrast between her and the other girls.

#winx club #winx #next-gen #main universe #picrew #jasmine #rebecca #terra #madeline #eleanor #cloe

[weilongfu]

Congrats on finishing teaching classes (again)! For prompt spam, how about Ming introducing kit to his family?

It would stand that after the drama ("More like trauma," Kit groused) of meeting Kit's family and not officially officially telling all of them that they were dating, Kit was reluctant to meet any more family to have The Talk. Ming, however, insisted that his family would hardly be as difficult.

"I grew up around Yo, Phi," Ming insisted. "My parents could tell he was in love with P'Pha before Yo even knew what the funny feeling in his pants was. They'll love you just as much as they love him, if not more because you chose to date me."

"You make it sound like they're going to give me a medal," Kit said as he turned back to study his notes.

"Don't be ridiculous." Ming walked over to Kit and nuzzled the soft and just slightly tanned skin of his boyfriend's neck. "It's a framed Certificate of Thanks, not a medal. We're not that gaudy."

"Moong Ming!"

"Just give them a chance." Ming wrapped his arms around Kit and refused to be dislodged despite his grumbling. "Mae has been asking to meet you ever since I told her I started dating you. Por is even ready to cancel all his meetings just to come home in time for dinner."

Kit sighed and leaned back into Ming's embrace and Ming nuzzled the top of his head before pressing a kiss to the crown of it. "Do you promise that if it even remotely begins to go sideways, that you'll get me out of there?"

"No Buddha, nor god, nor threat of disinheritance could stop me from throwing you over my shoulder and running for the car."

------

The following weekend, Kit watched the scenery fly by as Ming drove them to the ancestral Daichapanya mansion, apparently just down the street from the "elegantly modest" ("Mae's words, not mine. She and Yo's mom had similar tastes.") Panitchayasawad mansion. After two hours of driving, the pair were greeted by iron gates and the diligent security guard whose face lit up at the sight of the young master.

"Sir and madam will be very happy to see you again after so long," he insisted while waving them through the gate. "And with such an important guest." He winked and Ming laughed.

"Please Phi, let's not exaggerate too much," Ming said through the massive smile threatening to split his face in two. "But you're right, he is very important to me." Ming turned to look at Kit who firmly stared in the other direction with very pink cheeks.

As Ming drove further into the mansion grounds, Kit let his eyes drift over the well arranged gardens and grounds until at last they rested upon the imposing wooden doors of Ming's home. As they drew closer still, a figure emerged. She was dressed in sensible, but well tailored, slacks and a flowing blouse with detailed embroidery of flowers around the collar and her hair was cut in a fashionable bob. The sight of her made Ming smile.

"Look, Mae came out to greet us!"

Ming pulled up and had only just barely opened the car door before his mother swept him up into a hug. Kit bit his tongue to stop from laughing at how Ming, the tall pile of lean muscle that he was, was allowing himself to be swept around by his mother who was three-fourths his size.

"Your face is getting thin," Ming's mother chided as she cupped his cheeks and stared into his eyes. "But I suppose that's why you won University Moon, isn't it? Girls these days love boys with cut cheekbones."

"I'd argue his face is as thick as ever,*" Kit mumbled under his breath. "Or at least the skin on it." Ming made a face but his mother laughed.

"And this is my Ming's P'Kit!" Kit found himself pulled into a hug as well and realized that perhaps Ming hadn't let himself be thrown around. "Your tongue is as sharp as he said and I'm glad to hear it! You'll help me keep this little troublemaker in line, won't you?"

"I try as hard as I can every day, Khun Mae."

"What's with all this formality! No no, only Mae will do." Ming's mother pulled Kit along eagerly as Kit looked back at Ming only to find him casually grabbing their bags. "Come in! Come in! I've prepared some afternoon tea and then you and Ming can rest in his room until dinner."

"Uh... Tea sounds lovely, Mae."

"Good, good. Ming tells me you like things that aren't too sweet, so I had some shortbread cookies made and a nice madeira cake..."

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After tea, which was also filled with stories of Ming's childhood as well as tasty treats, Kit collapsed onto Ming's bed. Ming followed immediately after and pulled Kit in close for a cuddle.

"You really are Mae's child," Kit mumbled into Ming's chest. The rumble and vibration of Ming's laugh was oddly soothing.

"See, my family will accept you and us just fine." Ming started rubbing Kit's back and Kit's entire body deflated against him. "Take a nap, Kitkat. There's plenty of time before dinner."

"Tell me your Por is slightly less energetic than Mae."

"If only just. And that's during work hours."

#mingkit #2moons #prompt spam weekend #summer celebration prompt spam

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Newcomer

Picrew Maker by Euphälle

CW: hints of fear toward strangers/the unknown, "it" used as a pronoun, reference to American evangelical-style religious fanaticism, mention of demons, reference to past event of child sacrifice, mentions of global catastrophe, suggestion of gun violence/intent to kill, swearing, general anxiety over creepy inhuman creatures (none of this short piece dwells on these things, but they for sure flavor the tone)

Belief is a dangerous thing.

It should go without saying by now. We all watched the Central States try to use magic to cling to its failing power. Not to mention when the cultists fed their children to a demon, looking to buy tickets to a heaven that had already closed down a long time ago. But we continue to learn nothing. The oceans keep on rising, controlled by the mer, the eastern winds carry radiation and the stench of cities overrun with the undead. People desperately grasp at anything they think might offer a quick, neat solution to a million messy problems.

I don't know whether the mind worms consciously chose this moment to pop up. But if it's a coincidence, then the fucking things have an uncanny sense of timing.

One of them finally came into town last week. Just breezed on in and sat down on a bench in the park, near the fountain. I watched it for the better part of an hour. It didn't strike me as particularly tall or strong. Judging from its tan it spent a lot of its time out in the sun. Its clothes were nothing special either. Some mismatched layers of dusty linen and denim, a leather satchel slung around its shoulders, ratty old military surplus boots. I would've taken it for a regular drifter if it weren't for the mask. Like the ones people wear over the upper half of their faces at harvest costume parties, except with no eyeholes. A blind prophet wandering in from the wilderness.

The Addison girls were the first to talk to it. I was too far to catch anything said, but there was plenty of giggling on their end. The mind worm, for its part, mostly listened and wore this weird little smile. Like someone who's in on a secret no one else knows. It accepted the welcome gifts the girls brought it: a crown of flowers and a pretty scarf May Addison tied in a bow around its neck herself.

Those were the first, but definitely not the last. Before long, people all the way from the outskirts were dropping by. A few even brought their little ones to meet it. Most kept the customs of hospitality. Sharing sips from pocket flasks with the stranger. Leaving it jars of jam or pastries wrapped in wax paper. It talked with Zoe McPherson, the tutor for the older kids, for a long while before finally getting up and following her away. Still wearing that smile. It's been holding court at her place ever since.

I heard some of the communes down south do business with mind worms. There've been stories about parents sending children that are almost grown off with the things. I don't know what was promised, if anything. I doubt it would take much, though. Just a slim hope that the next generation would have a better life somewhere else. Or believing mind worms are here to save our dying world instead of pick at its carcass. Maybe it comes down to the math of one less mouth to feed too.

What I believe is the things I see with my own eyes and the reliability of Dad's old rifle. People can argue about right and wrong afterwards. I'm not waiting around for my neighbors to make that thing the new local god just for the satisfaction of an "I told you so".

--Entry from a singed journal found tossed down a dry well in Valentine, Nebraska

#beyond & between #worldbuilding #speculative fiction