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eretzyisrael · 11 months

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The Anti-Defamation League has called Mohammed El-Kurd an “unvarnished, vicious antisemite.” Yet in spite of widely available evidence attesting to his prominence as a hatemonger, Mount Royal University in Canada chose to award the writer with the 2023 Calgary Peace Prize.

Now the International Legal Forum (ILF) has sent a letter urging the reversal of this decision.

It said: “His past statements go above and beyond any acceptable criticism of Israel, principles of free speech or the advancement of Palestinian rights. Instead, they represent an unhinged display of bigotry, use of antisemitic tropes and both the incitement and glorification of violence.”

ILF further pointed out how El-Kurd’s statements violated the International Holocaust Remembrance Alliance’s (IHRA) working definition of antisemitism.

Some of the statements El-Kurd has made over the years include calling Zionists “sadistic barbaric neo-Nazi pigs” who have “completely internalized the ways of the Nazis.” He also said that he fantasized about this fate: “I hope every one of them dies in the most torturous & slow ways. I hope that they see their mothers suffering.”

El-Kurd is a Palestinian writer and poet based out of Sheik Jarrah in eastern Jerusalem.

According to the Calgary Peace Prize site, in 2021, He was named one of the 100 most influential people in the world by TIME magazine.

#mohammed el-kurd #mount royal university #calgary peace prize

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lookb4uleap · 5 months

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Rational Dissent and Informed Consent Meet Cancel Culture over Climate

By Michelle Stirling ©2023 This is an independent work. I am not an academic, but from time to time I enjoy writing papers that are critical of various academic papers, simply as an exercise in critical thinking for myself. I generally focus on debunking the alleged 97% ‘consensus’ and I post them to some pre-print sites to see if other people share or reject my findings. I find the…

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#yyc #Alberta #Calgary flood 2013 #climate change #climate crisis #denial #Friends of Science Society #informed consent #Mount Royal University #oil sands #Tar Sands Campaign #Timothy Haney

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brutalistinteriors · 28 days

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Former Mount Royal University library, Calgary. Joel Barrett.

First photo (and this gif I felt needed to be made for no particular reason) from MRU Library Past and Future.

#brutalism #brutalist #architecture #design #interior #interiors #library #university #mount royal #calgary #lincoln park #canada #joel barrett #orange

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gl8arh6dc · 2 years

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Be my escape

Written for the @steddiemicrofic challenge, January 2024 edition

Prompt: hole, 404 words

Rated: M

Tags: Fantasy AU, Magic AU, Guard!Steve, Thief!Eddie, Imprisonment, Claustrophobia, Eddie Munson whump, Referenced sex

Notes: Set in the same universe as this one.

People call it the Hole.

That's not its actual name, of course. Steve thinks it fits, though.

He still remembers his last visit. He was just a boy, but his father - newly appointed Captain of the Royal Guard - insisted he come.

The journey was long and tedious, giant waves battering at their boat. When they reached the steel platform far off the coast, he was freezing and nauseous. And then came the descent.

He recalls the warden's boasts as the cage slid into the depths. The magic crystals keeping the structure deep under the ocean from caving in on itself. The intricate enchantments sealing away the inmates’ magic.

What he recalls even better is the moisture and the despair hanging in the stale air. The mounting pressure inside his skull the further down they went.

Today, he's Captain of the Guard himself, but the dread crawling up his spine as he glides downwards is still the same.

The name fits perfectly. This place is a hole. A hole under the sea where families like the Harringtons and the Carvers throw their enemies to rot.

Enemies like Eddie Munson.

As he stalks down the corridors, he wonders what he's doing. He should be glad Eddie got caught. The man is a criminal. A thief. The insufferable bane of his existence.

Didn't find him so insufferable the other night, a voice at the back of his mind gloats. Nor the way his body fit against yours, or the way his mouth felt on your-

He tells it to shut up. He doesn’t have time for this.

The inside of the cell is dark. A figure stirs upright on the metal cot against the wall.

“Finally,” croaks a voice. “Are you the manager of this fine establishment? I have a complaint. The room service sucks and I think there's rats in-"

“Oh, for fuck's sake,” Steve sets down his lantern and drops to his knees. “Shut up, will you?”

Silence.

Then …

“Stevie?”

A whisper, a plea.

“Told you not to call me that,” he huffs, already unlocking the shackles around too-skinny wrists. The second they fall away, there's hands in his hair, tracing the shape of his face.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes. “Why- Are you a dream?”

Steve snorts, pulls them both to their feet.

“Sure hope not. Imagine that'd make it difficult to bust you outta here. C'mon, we have no time to lose.”

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Part 3

So I texted @house-of-the-moving-image if I should write more Phantom Thief for this prompt, and they were like "funny you should ask, I just had this idea about a magic high-security prison called The Hole". 🤣

We've got the next bit all figured out already, but this was all I could fit into 404 words.

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queers-gambit · 8 months

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Midnight Calls series masterlist

completed series summary: late one night, you reunite with your past-lover, who begins plotting on how to get rid of your unworthy husband so he might be free to finally call you his. who doesn't love reuniting with THAT person who was simply your right person, wrong time?

or the spiraling love story that occurs after (poorly written) Iron Throne smut

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

total series word count: 44,503

universal warnings: general language and content, vulgar language, smut, angst, violence, death, blood, hurt and comfort.

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part one - Midnight Calls

your Dragon Prince summons you to the throne room late one evening.

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 (Iron Throne) smut 🔥 NSFW 🍄 toxic relationship 🥰 romance 🎭 drama 🥊 depictions of physical violence, aggression, abuse, and 🔪 murder 😵‍💫 wonky brain go wonky

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part two - High Noon

the tournament begins, and plans for a funeral looms.

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 🔥 NSFW 🎭 drama 🥊 depictions of physical violence or aggression

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part three - Darkening Hour

the turmoils of court can wear on nerves.

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst 🥰 romance 🎭 drama

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part four - Total Eclipse of the Heart

tension mounts, and siblings feud.

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 small angst ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort 🎭 drama 💦 smut 🐑 filler 😵‍💫 wonky brain go wonky

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part five - Bright Light

a Royal Wedding takes place.

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 smut 💔 small angst 🎭 drama 🍄 depiction of previous toxic relationship

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part six - One Sunrise at a Time

you have news for your husband.

🙊 general language and content warning 💔 angst 💦 smut ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort ? 🍄 toxic relationship ? 🕊 talk of difficult fertility journey

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tinietaehyun · 1 month

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Forsaken [XIV]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader]

[Series] [Chapter Fourteen]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genres: royal!au, fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action, fluff, angst.

Contains: Profanity, mentions of injury and death, implications of mature/suggestive themes, arson. Actions demonstrated by character are not by any means reflective of the idol in real life.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: With the two of you nestled in, wrapped in each other’s arms contently, you both begin to make plans for the next steps. You were back in Fortuna but needed to focus on your main goal. Getting your throne back.

As Taehyun and your feelings reach their brim, alongside hope mounting, it was only a matter of time before the universe had enough and rips away your moment of happiness.

“There’s no way to just charge into the palace and confront Sehun,” Taehyun murmurs deep in thought. Your brows furrow, “But you said we directly need to confront him?”

“Yes, but I highly doubt asking to meet the prince is going to work for you. I’m going to get imprisoned for treason and most likely be executed after you. You’ll go straight to him get ruthlessly insulted, he’ll toy with you and off you go to your demise,” he drawls out outstretching his legs on the decrepit sofa.

An appalled expression crosses your face as he snorts, “It’s a realistic outcome, no?” Glaring, you reply, “Well, yes. I was hoping to hear an alternative. A better one.”

A smirk laces his lips making you roll your eyes, “Take this seriously, come on, how long are we going to lounge around here in your cabin?”

He pouts, “Come now, lounge around?” His eyes sparkle mischievously as a sly smile appears, “Is that all we’ve been doing these last two-three days?” Taehyun’s gaze drops to your neck and you huff as your fingers instinctively go to brush over the large bruised mark. “I told you not to bite so hard,” you huff.

“You weren’t complaining when I did, rather I heard you make a quite different soun-“ He retorts before you interrupt him abruptly.

“Stop speaking immediately,” you glare, eyes burning into his as embarrassment floods your features. He was right, but that was beside the point!

A low chuckle escapes his lips as he runs his fingers through his soft blonde locks, “Just a bit of kissing here and there, lips and neck, had you so riled up, princess? It even surprised me.”

You glare in deathly silence with folded arms. He raises his hands in surrender, “Goodness, with that glare you could take down a dragon.”

A scoff leaves your lips at his sarcastic remark. Taehyun sighs laughing at your exasperation, “Okay, okay. Back to the topic at hand, what I was thinking is, we get intentionally caught.”

You deadpan, “You are joking.” “I am very much not, sweetheart,” he muses. What was he thinking? Doesn’t it lead to the same outcome as just charging in?

“Hear me out, we both enter Fortuna, cloaked, hidden as if we’re trying to buy, I don’t know, food or goods something along those lines, then by oh so pure chance, one of the guards on their patrol spots a glimpse of you. A chase ensues, we intentionally get caught. And then, we’re presented as prisoners of treason and you, a wanted bounty in front of Prince Sehun,” Taehyun explains.

You process his words, your brain churning and whirring its gears. Indeed large scale crimes were personally handled by the royal court in front of the monarch. You both had committed what he saw as treason and well, you were a wanted bounty. You’d both be presented to Sehun in the throne room as you had seen with other criminals whilst growing up.

Knowing your pitiful excuse of a brother, he’d miss absolutely no chance of rubbing his victory in your face.

“Mm…indeed, you are correct. We would be presented in front of Sehun. He’s an absolute imbecile, so he no doubt would gloat like a buffoon in front of us,” you murmur. Taehyun smirks, “So? Giving me time to work my skills, no?” You raise a brow, “Such as?”

“We are going to be bound by chains. Those I can whisk off easy with a little enchantment. Next I need to scatter the surrounding guards and leave Sehun alone. Easy pickings after that. Can he fight?” Taehyun questions.

“Remarkably well, he’s a great swordsman. He spent most of his time training after all,” you utter sighing. Taehyun hums unfazed, “No weapon has anything on sorcery. Even if he is the most skilled swordsman to ever exist.”

Biting your lip, you run back through the haphazard plan. Having the both of you caught so suddenly, would definitely lower Sehun’s guard, knowing how arrogant he is. This roughly put together plan may just work.

“Once he’s cornered. You can talk to him. Expose his crimes to the court, no?” Taehyun hums. “The court supports him,” you huff.

“Of course they do, fucking idiots,” Taehyun groans. You snicker at his frustration. It was natural he felt that way, he had a bad experience with them after all.

“Noble pieces of fucking shit; nothing in their skulls just money in their pockets,” he mutters irritated. “Can’t you bribe them or something?” He mutters. You nod slowly, “I suppose I could do that. I doubt they’d want to go against me when their present figurehead is cornered.”

“You could always have me threaten them, I could turn them into stone, into toads, into whatever you or I please, teach them a real nice lesson,” Taehyun muses bitterly.

“That’s…certainly an idea. I suppose we’ll handle that obstacle when we get to it,” you smile, “At the end of the day, they’re all spineless cowards who are unloyal. I’ll be firing numerous of them. Furthermore, I’m sure a little wave of your wand will have them quivering.”

He chuckles, “Oh I do look forward to a sight such as that. Those bastards have what’s coming to them for what they did to me and my father. Exiling the both of us.”

His harsh gaze softens as he peers at you, “You…you do permit me to have a little fun with them don’t you?” You smirk, “I suppose a little lesson is in order. Just don’t…do anything violent.” Taehyun sighs, “How unfortunate but I suppose I can do that for you.”

You both remain in a comfortable silence as Taehyun suddenly puts his arms around you from behind and leans his chin on your shoulder. “What are you thinking about? Haven't I told you numerous times not to worry. You’ve got me. We’ve got each other. We can do this.”

Placing your hands atop his, you murmur, “Yeonjun is there. You’ll have to see him. He’s in a powerful position too; royal sorcerer and Sehun’s advisor, what are you going to do if he tries to stop us?”

A moment of silence passes. The mere mention of Yeonjun makes him stiffen. The air around the both of you becomes gloomy. “I’m sorry I-“ you begin.

He releases a breathy laugh, “No, no. You’re right, sweetheart. If we are destined to cross paths again…well, then I do not plan to back down so easily.” Taehyun clears his throat, “If we must fight whether that be verbally, physically or through our sorcery, so be it. He means nothing to me anymore.”

“He does, you’re lying,” you frown, twisting yourself to face him and notice his dull expression. “It will hurt to see him, won’t it? After all these years,” you frown.

He becomes quiet for a second before answering, “I suppose you can see through me, hm? It just…reminds me of that painful time. The feelings I felt when I saw my father getting dragged away. The…condescending smile he gave me when I called to him for help - like, like he enjoyed it. Twisted bastard.”

You cup his cheek, thumb caressing it lightly. His gaze meets yours. The mention of Yeonjun left a bitter taste in his mouth. You lean forward, “If he sets foot in front of you, show him. Show him who deserves to be the true Royal Sorcerer. Him or you?”

A bitter laugh escapes his lips. “Show him, despite your exile, you’ve only continued to improve. That you’ll always surpass him in every way possible. Not just sorcery. You are a better person. You know why?”

Curiosity gleams in his dull eyes as he watches you speak so determinedly. “Because, unlike him who’s hurt you, your father, to get where he is today. Through betrayal. You still surpass him. You have your father’s ability and affinity for magic. To manipulate mana with ease.”

You shakily breathe, “You could have rampaged, exacted vengeance, lunged at Yeonjun back then. All these years in the Woods of Mors, you could have meticulously planned revenge, yet you didn’t. You held yourself back. You’re more mature, you know your boundaries. You are wise, Taehyun. You are merciful.”

His voice cracks momentarily, “No, I was…I was a coward. I knew it would land me in more trouble.”

“You knew it would land your father in more trouble, possibly even execution,” you firmly state. “…yes. I-“ he murmurs lowly, “Yes, exactly. My father said not to. Even after he’d passed away, that I should never risk myself by going after the foolish notion of revenge, that we- we were better than that.”

A small smile forms on your lips. You notice his eyes glazing over. “Your father was a good man, you, you are a good man.”

“I’m not half the man he was, but thanks, sweetheart,” he solemnly smiles. Shaking your head, you grip his chin tilting it down to make him meet your gaze, “Where’s that arrogance and self-confidence I’m so used to, sorcerer?”

He remains quiet merely peering into your gorgeous eyes. You had a heart of gold; something he didn’t find himself deserving of. Why did you have to settle for less? When you could have any noble man you wanted? Yet you treated him so fondly. With such care, like a lover. You loved him right? Then why did he feel so terrified of reciprocating?

Was he afraid that as soon as you gain your throne back, that you’d toss him aside? Was he afraid that you, too, would betray him in the future? To place his cracked and beaten heart into your soft and sweet palms.

“Taehyun?” You call out; a flash of worry on your features. He gives you a subtle smile, “Sweetheart?”

“If you meet him, I want you to show him who you are. You’ve not once taken the step toward revenge. Well? If revenge presents itself to you, why not take the opportunity that the universe above has presented you with? If revenge walks to you with his wand pointed at you and an arrogant smile, will you let this opportunity slide too?” You ask with a stern expression.

“Being the better person. Yes, as good as it may be. Some people are not deserving of our kindness, of our mercy. That goes for Sehun. That also goes for Yeonjun.” You speak with a melancholy tone. Your gaze hardens, “So…”

Taking his hands and intertwining your fingers with yours, you squeeze them reassuringly, “So, let’s close all our unresolved regrets and close that chapter on our lives and move forward towards a future where no one can bring us down and we only experience prosperity and happiness.”

You hold yourself back from speaking further as you notice him staring at you wordlessly. Did you cross the line? Goodness, you must have talked his ears off. The last thing he probably wanted was an entire speech. Though you couldn’t help it, you despised seeing him hurt, so down.

“Sorry, I-“ you start before your eyes widen, feeling his arms suddenly wrap around you tightly; his head laying on your chest. Your heart palpitates rapidly. Your fingers run through his hair, caressing it tenderly. Taehyun parts from you, his gaze intense, almost restrained in a manner.

“Everytime, every fucking time,” he breathlessly laughs. Confusion appears on your face, how adorable he thinks.

“You continue to do it again and again, no matter how anxious I feel, how dreadful this feeling makes me feel. To think I shouldn’t, that I can’t get too attached, to not raise my hopes, to not think of a future together. To not kiss you again, not to lead you on, to not lead myself on, I can’t help it. I just can’t fucking help how I feel, you continue to make me feel worse,” he utters almost frustrated.

With an uneasy expression you murmur, “T-Taehyun?”

“You make me go insane, in the most addicting and best way possible. Whenever I have the slightest doubt you pull me right back in,” he laughs strained.

His gaze meets yours taking your hand and placing it on his chest; you feel his heart pounding like his life depended on it. Your eyes widen in surprise, realising your heart was doing the same.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel what you do to me? I hear yours too. I see the way you look at me. Do you see the way I look at you, sweetheart?” He speaks yearningly. You find yourself feeling breathless.

Running his hand through his hair once more, he inhales deeply, seemingly gathering courage. You await in anticipation at his next words.

“I love you.”

“I love you y/n. It’s driving me fucking insane at this point,” he utters with almost a light edge of desperation. Your lips part; you wish you could be surprised. But, you knew this was coming, it was only a matter of time of who would put their high walls down and crumble first.

You didn’t expect Taehyun to do it. That much more he made himself vulnerable, to think that he thought of you so highly. You regard him with the sweetest gaze and a subtle smile on your lips.

Suddenly, you lean forward pressing your lips against his, moving your lips against his with a ferocity that took Taehyun off-guard. His arm slides around your waist as his other hand takes your hand placing it on his shoulder. The intense kiss lasts a few seconds before you part breathless; an imbecilic smile on your face.

“Princess, you-?” His eyes glimmer unsurely.

“I love you too, Taehyun,” you murmur letting your fingers caress his cheek, “Let me repeat it once more, I love you too.”

“But-“ he begins in initial surprise, you shush him, “No, I reciprocate your feelings. I’ve felt this way for a while. Don’t doubt it. You have too, haven’t you?” He remains quiet before a chuckle escapes his lips, “It was a matter of time, wasn’t it?”

“Who was willing to become the most vulnerable, first,” you resume. “I suppose you’ve allowed me to be more comfortable with expressing myself,” he murmurs with a genuine smile. “I’m glad, Taehyun,” you hum, joy filling you.

“What does that make us then, hm?” He muses as his hand once again takes yours. “What do you think, Taehyun?” You hum back.

“Lovers? A princess falling for a sorcerer rather than a prince or her knight?” He murmurs smirking. You muse, “Why must the story always be the same? Who said the princess must always go for those two?”

“The court won’t approve,” he states. “They won’t,” you nod, “But that doesn’t stop me from loving you. Perhaps, perhaps if my parents were around, this wouldn’t occur. But,” you shakily sigh, “They’re not. My word, as the heir to the throne, is final. If they disapprove, so be it, it is a hardship I am willing to handle.”

Taehyun gazes at you so longingly that it leaves you quiet. “As you wish, your highness,” he coyly hums. Rolling your eyes, “Oh hush with that nonsense.”

“Do not think for a second, I’ll ever leave your side, sweetheart,” he murmurs seriously. With a smile, you murmur, “I never thought that for a single moment, Taehyun.”

He gives you a smile, a rather endearing one, in fact making you release a laugh. “What?” Taehyun questions. Shaking your head, you wrap your arms around him and hug him, “Nothing.”

You feel rather content for the first time in a long time. A sense of safety, security and being cherished. You felt unstoppable with him by your side, perhaps it was naive, no, foolish to think that way but he truly did give you a newfound confidence.

After lounging around more and discussing a few more things related to confronting Sehun, Taehyun gets up, beginning to slide his cloak over his shoulders and hoisting his boots on.

“Mm, I need to restock on some herbs otherwise the food we make will taste shit. Perhaps, I can also hunt while I’m out there. Pick some berries too, I’m overdue.”

He slings his satchel over his shoulder and grabs two wicker baskets. “I’ll be out for a few hours, don’t panic if I run late after the sunset.” You nod with a frown, “Try to come back quickly.”

Taehyun grins, “Why? Scared the Bloodmoths are going to get you?” You scoff, “No, I’m just worried that you have only just healed and you’re already putting yourself in danger.”

“I do not plan to eat different variations of soup for another day longer, sweetheart. So, off I go,” he hums.

“Don’t open the door if you hear anything. Creatures here are rather different due to the magic phenomena here. Keep all the window curtains closed and always keep the candles lit alright. I’ll be back quick,” he smiles.

You nod, slightly at unease. He had done this several times even before you knew each other. It was his way of life here, why were you so paranoid? Perhaps, because you were both so happy for once. Afraid that he wouldn’t come back.

He bids you adieu and you’re left to your own company in the dimly lit cabin. It felt empty without him. You spend the next half an hour getting comfortable on the sofa, finding the drafty cabin to make your eyelids feel heavier and heavier. A nap, would perhaps suffice to allow the time to pass and prevent your mind from wandering. Yes, a nap indeed - you close your eyes content.

A pair of sharp eyes peer as he finally ascertains that Taehyun is far enough away. A smirk lines his lips, “My, my, you really have made yourself at home here, haven’t you?” His gaze darkens as he stands up from his crouching. Of course he did, not like he’d die out so easily; a scoff leaves Yeonjun’s lips. Of course he’d be a thorn in his side all these years later.

The palace in Fortuna was oddly in pindrop silence. A malicious smile appears on Yeonjun’s lips thinking about the events that had transpired these last few days. Sehun’s death came as an apparent shock rattling the Royal Court and the citizens of Fortuna who considered this to be a terrible omen. Now, there was no Royal Family to head the country.

“Oh poor Sehun, the poor boy. To think suicide would be his cause of death.” Well, if only the public and court knew. Everything was transitioning smoothly.

He still remembers when some of the members of the Royal Court naturally approached him. His eyes riddled with fake tears; and sniffling as though Sehun actually meant something to him. It was laughable to Yeonjun, really. He knew damn well why the members of the court approached him.

After all, he’d be the most apt choice to be placed at Fortuna’s figurehead. “Yeonjun, think about it, alright? We know it’s a lot to ask and we’re not pressuring you. If not, we can arrange for someone else.”

Bastards, he knew everyone in that damn hall wanted the position he was now set up for. These empty words and fake reassurances. Ha! These lords, chancellors and barons, all of them, they were just as filthy, just as happy as Yeonjun was about Sehun’s death.

It left the ruling spot empty, that’s why. Not for long. Currently, Yeonjun was the figurehead, temporary monarch, per se. Well, he’d make it permanent.

His mind drifts back to two days ago; when he found himself sitting on the Royal Throne. The servants all grimacing with disgust or appallment. The chancellor and treasurer were infuriated.“What is the meaning of this insolence?” “How dare you sit on the throne, as though you were King?”

“Because I will be.” The words had left his mouth sharper than any blade sending shivers into the two men. He had summoned his wand pointing it at the two as the guards in the room held their weapons up. “I will be King. The beginning of a new era. The Kim Dynasty is over.”

“Guards, stop this. This is treason,” the chancellor had yelled but to no avail. The guards held still. They were ordered to do so, after all.

The treasurer had been horrified at this stumbling back. Perhaps the recent deaths had some meaning after all. A purpose.

The foolish chancellor had rushed forward in his fury, making Yeonjun smirk. Well he had supposed, it was about time he taught these sorry fools a lesson, albeit, he didn’t think it would be so soon.

Thus, he had turned the chancellor into stone, in front of the guards and the treasurer’s very eyes. He still enjoyed the terrified expression on the treasurer's face as he fell to his knees, mortified.

Oh how good it felt to finally hear, “Your highness,” fall from his lips. He would stop at nothing, not even a rebellion to lose this position. Not with his sorcery. He’d make the people love him.

Yeonjun shakes his head; shattering his memories. Well now, he’d take matters into his own hands. There was still one glaring problem. The two of you. Not even you, rather insignificant as you were. It was mainly Taehyun that he was after.

Yeonjun mutters walking out from the shrubbery and brushing himself off, “Fucking nuisance, always has to get involved.” A breathless laugh leaves his lips, poor you. Because Taehyun had gotten involved, now you’d be an extra casualty. He may have even left you alone, if you’d been just a good little princess and ran off and started afresh.

Not many could traverse the Woods of Mors, rather difficult terrain, strange creatures and illusions. Any ordinary human would go insane in here, but of course, any magic user would be safe. Yeonjun had not expected much when he stepped foot in here. Though when he cast a spell; he was shocked to find an intense mana source resonating from within the woods.

Who would have thought it would be Taehyun's lovely little decrepit abode? Yeonjun chuckles, stepping forward towards the cabin. His eyes widen as feels a light buzz and he notices a subtly glowing dome around the cabin.

How very clever, of course he wouldn’t leave you so vulnerable. A force field, just enough to stop the dim-witted creatures here - but not him. He reaches his hand through it and grunts in pain as he utters an enchantment. Within seconds, the force field dissipates.

Smirking, he strides ahead reaching the door and gives it a knock. Hm, how would your pretty little face look upon seeing him and not your beloved companion?

You’re woken up by a sudden knocking. Yawning, you peer at the door. Was Taehyun back already? Abruptly, you stand and walk over, but before you could open the door. You hesitate. A nervousness permeates your lower stomach and swirls uneasily. Why were your instincts acting up?

Who else would be here? No creature would knock like a human would, could they?

You halt; you were smarter than this. Perhaps, peeking through the curtains would be better first. Thus, you do. You delicately peek through the curtains and immediate nausea fills your senses. No. No. No.

No way. Had Sehun sent Yeonjun to come find you? How could they have possibly known? You were all alone, against a formidable sorcerer? Your hands tremble as your lips quiver. Perhaps he’ll leave when he realises no one is home. Maybe he’ll think you’ve gone out with Taehyun.

You slink down onto the floor shakily, your breaths tumbling out of you as panic sets in. This wasn’t good. This came out of nowhere! You really hope Taehyun will come back soon!

Another knock resounds out, harsher this time. Another one. Fear consumes you as you find your legs unable to get up. This couldn’t be happening.

It goes eerily silent all of a sudden. Your breath hitches and muscles stiffen. Did he leave?

Just as your shoulders begin to ease, the door creaks. You hear a small sound reminiscent of chimes and the muffled murmur of his voice. Instantaneously, the front door flies off its hinges crashing into the wall and what little furniture there was with a humongous clatter. A scream rips out of your lips as you cover your head and curl up onto the floor.

Of course! Of course he uses his sorcery! Tears drip down your face as you clamp your eyes shut. The floor creaks as footsteps walk towards you accompanied by an incredibly demeaning chuckle.

“Goodness me, princess. Did I scare you?” Yeonjun muses. He coos, “If only you had opened the door, the first time I knocked. Too bad you’re a cautious little thing aren’t you? Did Taehyun teach you that? To not open the door for anyone, hm?” A breathy chuckle escapes his lips, almost as if he’s restraining his excitement.

You shiver, pitiful whimpers leaving your lips as you sit up peering back at the broken door. “Oh, I'm sure he can replace it. Just a little wood and his wand, hm? He won’t be too mad will he?” Yeonjun grins. The light from outside gleams in around him, making his tall figure that looms even more menacing.

He takes a step forward; his gaze trailing your frightened form as you scoot back. “Oh? Do you not recognise me, princess? Or was I so insignificant in your eyes? I suppose your brother was more keen.”

You steel yourself and speak with hatred in your tone, “Did Sehun send you here?”

For a moment he ponders your question before throwing his head back laughing. “How funny! Oh princess, princess, no. I came here of my own volition.” You stiffen. What? Did he come for Taehyun, not you?

“Did…did you come for Taehyun?” You stammer shakily. Yeonjun walks forward with a sinister smile, “Oh? Why do you ask that? Did he tell you about our little history?”

You go quiet. “Oh so he did,” Yeonjun darkly hums. “Oh, you must hate me, no? Despise me for my betrayal. I could sit here and plead for your approval, beg you to hear my side of the story princess, but you know what? I won’t.”

You tremble; the look in his eyes. It scares you; it’s deranged. The look of a predator who had finally locked in on its prey, knowing it would succeed with its kill.

“To think that pitiful waste of space got tangled up in your mess. What? Did you bat your pretty lashes up at him, beg at his feet and cry your little heart out, princess? He’s not easy to sway or get to open up, y’know?” Yeonjun muses looking down at you. Tears drip down your face.

He crouches down right in front of you with a dark smile. “Hm, just how much has he told you? Everything about me?” You seethe shakily, “You’re despicable, being partly responsible for their exile. You could have spoken up against your father.”

Yeonjun chuckles running his fingers through his blonde strands of hair, “Against my father? My, he really went into the gritty details, huh? You two have gotten real close, hm?”

Yeonjun’s eyes gaze at your nervous visage before dropping to your neck, his eyes catch a glimpse of a dark, almost bruised patch and a mockingly amused gleam lights up his eyes. “My, my… I’ve got my answer. Very close it seems. Huh, didn’t think he was that type. No…I didnt think he was your type.”

He laughs as you feel disgusted; your hand flies up to hide the love bite. “Oh, then I’m sure he won’t like me taking you away from him then.” You stiffen. “What?”

“You’re coming back to the palace, princess,” Yeonjun utters nonchalantly. “No-“ you yelp, scooting back and he sighs almost in a frustrated tone, “Oh don’t make this difficult.”

“You plan to hand me over to Sehun. He’ll- he’ll imprison me, no- execute me!”

Yeonjun stands up, looming over you with a malicious laugh leaving his lips, “Oh? I suppose I should break the news, eventually, though I suppose you’ll be happy.” He leans down slightly as his voice deepens, “He’s dead. Sehun is dead, princess.” His words seems to send whiplash throughout your body, “W-What?”

“He took his own life, tragic, hm?” Yeonjun muses. You quiver, “No, no. I don’t believe you. Surely, he wouldn’t after all he’s done…” Your eyes flicker panicked, “Who’s running the kingdom? The people?”

Yeonjun smiles and hums, “Look at you, getting worried for your beloved people, how noble. No need to fret,” he reaches his hand out grabbing your wrist, “I’m in charge.”

Writhing your wrist in his vice-like grasp, you grit out, “What? Temporarily, you mean.”

“Oh no; I plan to make it quite permanent princess,” Yeonjun tugs harshly and you stumble forward, your face inches from his. “And the last thing I want is the two of you ruining everything at the last minute,” he darkly whispers; his breath caressing your face. He almost says with sudden hushed glee, “So, come with me. Or I’ll make you. Who knows, maybe taking a walk with me may be good for both of us?”

You snarl, shoving him away and getting up, “You disgraceful man, all you care about is yourself. The nation is hanging on by a thread, thousands of lives are dependent and here you are. You selfish bastard!” You rage. Yeonjun’s jaw tightens, “Don’t piss me off, princess. It will not be pretty, I really am trying to be gentle with you.”

You bitterly scoff, “You are just a pitiful excuse of a man. No matter how much power you wish to have, nothing will change the weakness that lies inside of you. The pitiable jealousy you have. The urge to show others that you are superior.” His gaze becomes malevolent as he summons his wand in his right hand.

“Mm, aren’t you quite the talker? Reminds me of your brother, he was always quite foolish in these situations. Never really knew when to keep his mouth shut,” he sends a shot of mana aimed at you and you duck with yelp; it barely misses you.

He steps forward, his wand prickling with intense mana energy. The air was heating up, he was infuriated. “You have no idea what I’ll do to get what I want. How far I’m willing to go. And what I want now is you back in the palace.” You snarl, “You are insane!”

Yeonjun marches forward, grasping your forearm and you scream with all your might. You stretch your arm, leaning over to the kitchen counter and grabbing the knife and swinging it towards him. He lets go with a breathless laugh, “Now that was dirty move, princess.”

You really hope Taehyun heard you, or at least comes back by instinct. Your eyes peer at the opening where the door was. You were trapped here within these walls, you had to get out. Yeonjun catches your gaze and he menacingly murmurs, “Don’t even think about it.”

Immediately, you bolt, shoving past him and make your way to the exit. Before you can even make it one step outside, you feel your body suddenly buzz; a similar feeling when mana has entered your body. You feel electrified before a sharp pain pierces you. Your knees buckle and within moments; your vision blacks out.

Yeonjun sighs as he hears the thud of your body fall against the cobbled path. How unfortunate, he wanted to kindly escort you back, but no, you just had to take the hard route, as most people did. Well, he supposes it will do you some good to get some shut eye for the next few hours.

He can’t help but smirk as he sees your unconscious face, brushing the hair out of the way. Huh, no wonder Taehyun didn’t say no. Who could deny such a pretty face? Perhaps, if he’d waited a bit longer when he was younger, he’d have manipulated you, instead of Sehun. It would have been far more enjoyable for so many years. Having you as a lover, would have made it much easier to get the crown, no, you’d have probably handed it over to him, yourself.

Yeonjun muses, “Mm, if only you’d have been a little more cooperative.”

Wherever you were.

He was bound to follow.

Yeonjun’s eyes peer at the cabin and the messy interior, scattered books and broken furniture. Hm, surely he couldn’t leave without leaving a little gift for his dearest old friend. He snaps his fingers murmuring a few words as a spark escapes his fingers landing at the doorframe. Not like he’d need this place for much longer anyway.

Immediately flames begin travelling up the rickety wood and the house groans as if in pain. A twisted expression of admiration appears on Yeonjun’s face. His years of hard work, burning down. Perhaps, it was a touch too cruel, but he had to be humbled. After all, he shouldn’t have gotten involved. He needs to learn his lesson again.

With a prompt grunt, he scoops you up into his arms, beginning to walk. He smiles malevolently peering down at you.

“See you soon, old friend,” he hums, taking one final glance at the now blazing cabin before walking off with you in his arms.

Smoke rises from atop the forest canopy, though this time, not from a chimney, but from the burning remains of one’s desire to hope and dream.

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Montreal, Canada 1890-1900

1. Montreal from Mount Royal

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4. Church of Bonsecours

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An excerpt from: As the 'hot equerry' steps down, meet the dashing military hunks the royals can't live without - from 'Major Eye Candy' to the bomb-defusing hero helping Kate back to work after her surgery

Princess Margaret famously fell in love with her father's equerry, Captain Peter Townsend, in a controversial and tumultuous royal romance, while Princess Anne's husband, Vice Admiral Sir Timothy Laurence, started his career as equerry to her mother, Queen Elizabeth II.

Captain Stuart Kaye

Equerry to: Princess Anne

Regiment: The Household Cavalry

Captain Stuart Kaye was hand-picked by Princess Anne for his professionalism and aptitude in public duties

Sandhurst-trained Captain Stuart Kaye, equerry to Princess Anne, has drawn more than a few admiring glances over the years – and recently accompanied his royal mistress to Namibia, where she was attending the funeral of the late president.

Now in his early thirties, Captain Kaye attended King's School Bruton in Somerset before studying politics and modern history at Cardiff University. He went on to do a Master's degree at University College London, starting his career as an intern at the Association of British Insurers, before joining the military in 2018.

The dashing officer has served as Squadron Second-in-Command at Bulford Barracks and Mounted Troop Leader for The Household Cavalry, before being appointed to his equerry role in September 2022.

Princess Anne hand-picked him for his professionalism and aptitude in public duties – though royal watchers have pointed out that he doesn't look half-bad in his ceremonial uniform, complete with silver-plumed helmet, gold tassels and sword, either.

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Wish we could still access special areas. Like the empty Aetherchemical Core before Thordan, the Seat of Sacrifice and Dying Gasp waiting areas, the cave where the soldiers are held prisoner before Ifrit, mounting on top of Zenos and Azem's summoning circle. I am super happy you're still able to just wander around Troia Fel Court and the Royal Menagerie. But I'd like to be able to like...go back to the Imperil Throne room where Estinien and Gaius escaped and the little landing before the Tsukuyomi fight, you know? Definitely to the edge of the universe where Zenos's body is.

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EDMONTON - The Alberta government says changes are coming to further protect free speech on campuses as a former professor speaking out on so-called “woke” policies prepares for a showdown with the University of Lethbridge.

Advanced Education Minister Demetrios Nicolaides says he plans to announce the changes in the coming days but did not give details.

He was responding to the case of Frances Widdowson, a former tenured professor at Calgary's Mount Royal University, who was invited then disinvited to speak on campus this week about her concerns that a mob mentality and “woke policies” increasingly threaten academic freedom.

Widdowson has previously come under fire for her comments on residential schools.

“I understand past comments made by this speaker are controversial,” Nicolaides said in a statement Tuesday.

“But I believe it is important for our universities and colleges to foster a strong culture of free speech and diverse viewpoints, even when those viewpoints are deemed controversial, or even offensive, barring speech intended to incite hatred or violence of course.” [...]

About 2,500 students signed a petition pushing back on the university for hosting the speech.

University president Mike Mahon, as late as last Thursday, defended the decision to host Widdowson, citing free speech even if the university did not agree with her views.

However, on Monday, Mahon said after further consultation the offer of space was revoked because Widdowson's views would not advance the residential schools discussion and would cause harm by minimizing the pain and suffering inflicted on First Nations children and families. [...]

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Reminder #6176872: Eugenie is Trash by u/Common_Echo6265

Reminder #6176872: Eugenie is Trash As part of promotion for her podcast, Eugenie's team briefed the Independent. It's a doozy, but confirms what we've known all along - Eug is trash. The article goes on & on (literally multiple nauseating paragraphs) about her closeness w/H&M and how M, in particular, inspires her. Hate to break it to you Eug, but even Independent readers who might like H&M won't look past your father and give your podcast (which ironically is about sex trafficking) a listen. The article also confirms that H&M did meet up w/Eug in Portugal. It goes on to ludicrously claim that she may be the one to bring H&M back in the fold. Charles & William DGAF what Eug thinks about anything, let alone H&M. The article concludes w/Eug indulging in H&M's favorite pastime of manifesting, suggesting that she's going to be promoted to working royal. Charles & William have briefed multiple broadsheets since the Queen's passing that there won't be any additional working royals. Even if that changes, Eug - or frankly Bea - still won't be. I know folks here like Bea, but Bea's unpopular in the UK w/ratings lower than Camilla's and even Eug's (likely due to her instrumental role in Andy's trainwreck interview). She also partakes in sketchy shit. For example, the Times published an expose after their weddings showing how both she & Eug accepted "donations" from suspect folks. There wasn't much fuss since they're non-working royals, but that'd change the moment they became working royals. Charles has never wanted either of them to be working royals, so I highly doubt he'll change his mind w/all these red flags.Most infuriating/laughable bits (from https://ift.tt/mBIwz3o remains extremely close to the couple [H&M], despite their very public rift with the rest of the royals; the two families spent time together in Portugal following the Invictus Games in September.She has remained steadfast in her support of the pair since they quit royal life and moved to California, visiting them there several times and even appearing in the background of their Netflix documentary. It’s often speculated that if anyone can bring them back into the fold, it’s her.Eugenie is known to admire the humanitarian work Meghan and Harry have continued despite no longer being working royals. Their riposte of “Service is universal” when they were stripped of their titles may have been viewed by many as disrespectful, but for Eugenie, it appears to resonate.Ironically, Eugenie’s hard work to carve her own niche may be paying off in a way she didn’t expect: speculation is mounting that, with the number of working royals dwindling and plenty of engagements still to be done, she and Beatrice may be now be called upon to step up. How she will navigate the next chapter – combining being a “spare” and getting on with her own life and passion projects, with a more official royal role – will be interesting to watch. It is a fine balance neither Harry nor Meghan managed to achieve, but Eugenie could yet emerge as a significant power princess for the House of Windsor. post link: https://ift.tt/SlLFfzg author: Common_Echo6265 submitted: October 21, 2023 at 08:51PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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A little character study I did a while ago, trying to figure out new ways of painting, style changes while remaining more on the realistic side... And sword props, 'cause I LOVE drawing swords.

(And I made up the thing written on Excalibur, I know the Legend says it's "Take me Up/Cast me Away", but I wanted something more tied to Arthur's character and why he's the only one who can wield it)

King Arthur and his Knights are one of my favourite stories, so I wanted to work on some ~character designs~ for them (a little d&d-ish like...?)! Working as well on presentation and something I'd enjoy having on my portfolio/doing as a character comission/project/first draft.

Also, tried to test some different layers while colouring, ended up with a sort of vitral looking thing for him:

Which I also enjoyed a lot :3

Now, regarding character and clothes and all - and some of my takes on Arturian Legend, and just me being a big Arthur and his Knights fangirl overall, under the cut ^^

When it comes to King Arthur, I enjoy more the historical findings and more modern retellings that Arthur would have been a war general, not a king, around the 5th century - fighting saxons on the bloody fiedls of Britain while praying to pagan gods. So that's the direction I'm going for here - even if I took some ~historical liberties~ regarding how everything looks.

(alsooo BIG DISCLAIMER: I'm a product of catholic school and I have a personal beef with all the religion/God/catholic values of the ~legends~ hence why I prefer seeing all of them as a bunch of normal guys surviving the drenched in blood politics of the 5th century rather than chaste, virtuous knights of the 11th century - it's a personal stance, you are more than welcome to disagree in a civilized manner ^^)

Here we have him then: Arthur, uncrowned king of Britain, probably Uther's bastard son, one hell of a war general and politician dealing with the saxons and pulverized british kings fighting for the Great King crown - who just dreams of having a normal life in a nice place with Guinevere and watch his sons grow in a land with peace and justice.

Oh, Arthur, my sweet summer child, I've got news for you...

I Used red on him as a more ~regal colour~, even if usually purple are more the colours of kings and royalty (historically speaking, as far as I know, I'm not really a historian T-T).

Now, a lot of his armor - and looks - comes from Bernard Cornwell's The Winter King book series, that is about Arthur and his Knights. I remember reading Arthur's appearance in a field of war for the first time and my own imagination had me in awe of how stunning (heroic like, not beauty like) he was HAHAHAHA

Shiny dragonscale armor, white vests, white cape, bright sword, mounting on a white Shire Horse (one of the biggest horse breeds ever) that only he and his Knights mounted, making them famous for it... A vision, to say the least!

The white cape and clothes didn't work for this design though. I wanted to make a white cape, dirty with mud and blood, but overall, not good for the design. Went with red because it looks better, it's a royal looking colour for me and it has that blood thing. Arthur might have been fair and with great morals for his time, but he was a killer drenched in blood, head to toes, just like every other great war general.

I want to make a series of Arthurian Legend related illustrations and such, so this is the Arthur I picture and the one I've always had in mind: idealistic, fighting for peace and justice, suffering a lot in a world where blood and corruption is the accepted currency; but even so, he won't abandon his own values and will keep fighting for a better Britain, even if he has to coat himself in the blood of his enemies.

After reading a LOT on Arthur and his Knights - be it classic Arthurian Legend tales, Le Mort D'Arthur, Mists of Avalon, all the Arthurian movies ever made, researches, university talks on Arthur as a character and who were the historical figures he was based on, Bernard Cornwell's books, and a bunch of other stuff told ya I'm an Arthur fangirl :') - I decided to work on my own take of the story, as a lot of people have done before.

Whenever you see any illustrations from me, it's going to be this idea I have in my mind of how his story was like - and what I would've liked to see in books/movies on Arthur and his Knights :)

just you wait for my Lancelot and my Guinevere

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Minos!!!!! i loved what you wrote about joffdaeron kink lactation, painful and hot!!! I know that you are busy, but when you can, write jealous Daeron, please :) just to feed my mind that has become obsessed with their dynamic.

in your vision of nuhon universe

Rhaenys’s egg hatched in the middle of the night. Joffrey was startled awake by a piercing scream. It only took him one second to realize the scream came from his daughter. He rolled off the bed immediately and rushed to the cradle in the corner of the room. He always slept in the same room with Rhaenys, for his pheromones could calm the baby and help her fall asleep faster. Rhaenys was not a difficult baby; she seldom made any fuss since she had been well-fed. What could make her scream like this in the middle of the night?

Joffrey looked into the cradle with his heart in his throat. Little Rhaenys had kicked off her soft blanket, silver hair plastered on her sweaty forehead. She was short of breath, her cheeks pink, as if having a fever. Joffrey brushed the hair off her face before feeling the baby’s temperature with the back of his hand. She was sweating, but didn't feel too warm. Joffrey was so focused on his daughter that he failed to notice another creature moving in the cradle.

A newborn whelp twitched under the blanket as it struggled desperately to break free. It wasn’t until he heard a sharp shriek did Joffrey realize what had caused Rhaenys to scream earlier.

The egg that Daeron had brought back from Driftmark hatched. Rhaenys had her own dragon now.

“What is the noise? Is Rhaenys all right?” A tall figure in a thin nightshirt barged in the room. Joffrey could tell from the panicked pheromone that the person was none other than his husband.

“Shh, quiet. You will wake her up again.” Joffrey took the baby into his arms before turning to face his husband. Daeron looked more distorted than he had expected. He had never seen Daeron in such a panicked state.

“Why was she screaming?” Daeron came to Joffrey’s side in three long strides, “Is she sick?”

“No.” Joffrey replied softly, cooing the small child in his arms, “She’s perfectly fine.”

“Then why was she-” Daeron stopped mid-sentence as he noticed the small bump in the cradle. A small whelp was spreading its wings, the translucent membrane shimmering in the moonlight.

“Her egg hatched.” Joffrey said proudly, “Rhaenys has a cradle mate now.”

Daeron had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from crying out like a baby. He always envied his nephews to have their respective whelps as cradle mates, Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes, each whelp following its riders like a royal friend. Daeron had claimed Tesserion at a young age. Unlike his nephews’ whelps, Tesserion was a fully grown dragon, so he really had no reason to envy them. Yet, still, he always felt inadequate in terms of bond with a dragon. Tess was like a royal friend, but never a sibling. Daeron wanted nothing more than a sibling who was connected to him by blood in his days at Old Town. He valued the connection of blood more than anything, and in extension, valued the bond between rider and dragon as well. That was why he had rushed to Driftmark to choose an egg for his daughter. He wanted Rhaenys to have the bond that he never had the chance to have.

Joffrey sighed internally at Daeron’s expression. He didn’t see why his husband had to make such a fuss about Rhaenys’s dragon hatching. To him, having a cradle mate was just a natural growing process, like growing a baby tooth or gaining an inch or two. Joffrey never had any doubt that Rhaenys’s egg would hatch. He was planning to go into the Dragon Mount himself and choose an egg for her, but Daeron beat him to it. Joffrey was an understanding husband, so he put the egg Daeron brought back from Driftmark in his pup’s cradle, even though he didn’t want to be reminded of the affection his husband held for that island.

“We need to send out words to King’s Landing, Driftmark, Old Town and all other castles in the realm. We need to celebrate, Joffrey! I am going to hold a grand tourney for our pup!” After the initial shock, Daeron immediately set out to inform the world of the good news. He was circling the room, his handsome face filled of pride and excitement, “Where is the maester? Tell him to get the ravens ready!”

Joffrey’s mood soured at the word tourney. He would let Daeron do anything, as long as his husband could leave him alone, but the last thing he wanted was a tourney.

“No, wait! Let’s just inform mother, okay? It’s too soon to consider celebrations now.” Joffrey placed Rhaenys back into the cradle before grabbing Daeron’s sleeve, “Just calm down. You are waking up the whole castle.”

“They should be awake to hear the good news.” Daeron insisted. He could be incredibly bratty and inconsiderate at times.

“It’s no big deal.” Joffrey held Daeron’s forearm firmly to stop the alpha from doing anything stupid, “Go back to sleep. We can send out the ravens in the morning.”

“That will be too late! I need to prepare for the tourney first thing tomorrow.” Daeron said. He would have yanked his arm free from Joffrey if he were the man six months ago, but he had learned to respect Joffrey enough to stop dismissing the omega’s opinion.

“There is no need for a tourney.” Joffrey replied, “Throw a party or anything else you want, but no tourneys.”

“What’ your problem with tourneys? Do you think I can’t win and give our daughter the honor she deserves?” Daeron frowned at Joffrey’ words. To him, there was nothing more honorable than having a tourney thrown in her name and being crowned as the queen of love and beauty for a princess.

Joffrey went silent. Daeron had been living on Dragonstone for quite a while now, and had been carrying out his parental responsibility perfectly, but Joffrey wasn’t fooled. Perhaps Daeron had learned to love and care for Rhaenys, but Joffrey was sure he was not the subject of Daeron’s affections. He had no doubt that Daeron would crown little Rhaenys as the queen of love and beauty, but he was sure that his husband would not ask for his favor when fighting for their daughter’s honor.

Joffrey would never forget the first tourney he attended after his betrothal to Daeron had been finalized. He was a freshly bloomed omega, and a betrothed one, so naturally he was expected to give his favor to his betrothed. However, that chance never happened. Instead of asking for his favor, Daeron rode past him without even throwing him a side glance. Daeron had asked for his brother Lucerys’s favor, since Aemond was still recovering from his war wounds, thus could not competing in the tourney. The crowd didn’t seem to care how humiliated Joffrey felt, just as they never really cared for the third son of the queen, a son with common features but no titles and no inheritance.

“I know you are a good fighter and you love Rhaenys.” Joffrey said after a long pause. He didn’t elaborate more, for admitting he had been hurt by Daeron’s ignorance meant weakness.

“Then a tourney we shall have!” Daeron sounded genuinely happy, which made Joffrey wonder if he was doing this so that he could have a chance to see Lucerys again.

Daeron cupped Joffrey’s face in his hands and kissed the omega on the lips.

“Our daughter will be a formidable dragon rider,” the alpha said against Joffrey’s lips, his breath hot on Joffrey’s skin, “I am sure of it.”

Daeron was gone before Joffrey could react. Joffrey heard footsteps disappearing down the hall, with his husband shouting for a maester to send out ravens, the feeling of Daeron’s lips lingering on his own.

It turned out that most people shared Daeron’s thoughts. Rhaenyra flew to Dragonstone on Syrax the next day, sweeping Joffrey into a crushing hug as soon as her feet touched the ground. Lucerys and Aemond followed, then Baela and Rhaena, and finally Jacaerys. The whole royal court gathered on Dragonstone to celebrate the new dragon rider, with feasts, parties, hunting trips and a grand tourney.

“You are a hard man to find, Prince Joffrey.” A young man with short silver curls and dark skin greeted Joffrey as the omega jumped off Tyraxes.

Joffrey brushed the wind-swept hair from his face, taking a sharp inhale and squinted his eyes.

“Addam?” Joffrey recognized the young man as soon as his vision refocused. Addam Hull had made a name of himself for claiming the dragon Seasmoke, despite his bastard status. Joffrey had heard of the bastard rider from Hull, but he hadn’t expected Addam to be such a charming alpha.

Addam flashed a charming smile. He was in a set of sea blue riding gear, the Velaryon color complimenting his skin tone so well that he looked more regal than Joffrey did.

“What’s your business?” Joffrey asked, perhaps a little harshly but he was too confused to care. Addam had come to Dragonstone as one of Lucerys’s entourage. He and Joffrey had nothing in common except that they both had a dragon. What could he possibly want?

“I want to make personal acquaintance with you, Prince Joffrey.” Addam bowed slightly, “I have heard so much about you and your excellent flying skills.”

From whom? Joffrey wanted to ask, but stopped himself before the words could leave his mouth.

“You flatter me, Ser Addam.” Joffrey said in his politest tone, “I am hardly a decent rider. I am sure you have seen plenty of dragon riders more skilled than me on Driftmark. My uncle Aemond, for example. He rides the largest dragon alive.”

“Yes, Vaghar is indeed very impressive,” Addam nodded before adding, “but I am more interested in you and your dragon.”

“May I ask why?” Joffrey turned to Tyraxes and patted the black drake on the neck affectionately.

“I have heard that Tyraxes is the fastest dragon alive. Seasmoke is known for its swiftness too, so I think I might learn a trick or two from you.” Addam said, his violet eyes gentle and sincere.

To be honest, Joffrey wasn’t so impressed by Ser Addam Hull. Addam was polite and agreeable by the look of it, and a decent fighter if the rumors were true, but every time Joffrey heard a tale about the bastard rider, his heart always prickled with annoyance. Despite being a bastard, Addam looked every bit of a Velaryon, silver hair, dark skin, and violet eyes. Joffrey, a true prince and a true Velaryon, had dark hair and dark eyes. He knew he shouldn’t and needn’t be bothered by it, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Tyraxes only earns the name because Arrax died above Shipbreaker’s Bay.” Joffrey said coldly as he turned to leave, “You asked the wrong person for flying lessons, Ser Addam.”

“Also, I want to know what kind of a terrible omega you are for your husband to leave you behind.”

Joffrey stopped abruptly, Addam’s words like a blunt blow to his stomach. He tried his best to hide his strained relationship with Daeron, and he thought he had done a great job because no one had suspected anything so far, not even Lucerys. How could this stranger see through his façade?

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You know, I trained with Prince Daeron almost every day on Driftmark. I could smell a hint of omega scent on him, herbal, bitter, but very refreshing. I always wonder, why does he never mention his omega to anyone? Is Prince Joffrey too bad of an omega that even his own husband can’t bear to live with him?”

Addam had come so close at some point that Joffrey could feel the alpha’s breath on his neck.

“Is your curiosity satisfied?” Joffrey took a step away from Addam and asked defensively.

“No.” Addam replied honestly, “If anything, my curiosity only grows. You are very beautiful, Prince Joffrey, not as beautiful as your brother of course, but beautiful on your own. Your flying skills are impressive and you have a special bond with your dragon. You smell nice, too. I don’t know what keeps your husband away from you.”

Addam reached out to tuck a strand of dark curls behind Joffrey’s ear, revealing the smooth line of the omega’s jaw. His fingertip brushed against Joffrey’s skin ever so slightly that it was impossible to tell if it was an accident or on purpose.

“My relationship with my husband has nothing to do with you.” Joffrey yanked off Addam’s hand, “I don’t know what you want, but you are not going to get it from me.”

“Am I?” Addam smiled, the previous politeness replaced with something unreadable, “Perhaps it is too early to draw a conclusion, my prince.”

Joffrey knew he had to leave when strong alpha pheromones hit him like a hurricane. He shouldn’t be affected by other alpha’s pheromones since he was already mated, but his bond with Daeron was too weak to fend off predator alphas like Addam.

“Good night, Ser Addam.” Joffrey muttered under his breath before fleeing the scene.

Joffrey seriously considered leaving his favor behind when he was about to attend the tourney. He dressed in Targaryen red and black, a high collar dress to hide the bite marks on his breast. Those bite marks were not inflicted by his pup, but his husband. Daeron seemed to have grown a fetish of his breast, always kneading, kissing and biting them whenever they had sex.

No, now was not the time to recall this. Joffrey shook his head in an attempt to get rid of the shameful scenes from his mind. He and Daeron had more sex in the past month than they had in their entire marriage. Daeron kept visiting his chamber even after Joffrey’s heat had ended. Joffrey was confused, for he knew he wasn’t appealing enough for his husband, but he soon dismissed Daeron’s unusual behavior as alpha instinct. He accommodated Daeron’s needs as best as he could, but Joffrey always thought Daeron would stop after the novelty wore off.

The old maid helped him with his dress before placing Rhaenys into his arms. Joffrey took the small token with him eventually even though he knew no one would ask for it.

The crowd let out a deafening cheer when Joffrey arrived.

“You seem to have done a great job managing Dragonstone.” Rhaenyra said to him as Joffrey took a seat beside her, “The residents love their lord and his daughter.”

“I am not their lord, mother,” Joffrey replied, a little embarrassed, “I just live in the castle. I am not Prince of Dragonstone.”

“You are doing the prince’s job.” Rhaenyra insisted, “How is my granddaughter doing today?”

“I fed her this morning. She should be okay.” Joffrey pulled off the lace veil and showed the baby to the queen, “She’s not a difficult child.”

“She’s so cute.” Lucerys spoke from the other side of Rhaenyra, “She doesn’t fear the crowd. She will be a brave dragon rider like her namesake.”

Joffrey shared a smile with his omega brother. No matter what Daeron felt for Lucerys, Joffrey always respected his brother. Lucerys was beautiful, smart, brave and strong-willed; Driftmark could not have a better Lord of the Tides.

The tourney began with a loud drum. The knights rode around the tourney ground in line, all in shining armor. Joffrey noticed Daeron immediately. His husband wore a set of armor adorned with Targaryen black and Hightower green, a long sword hanging from his waist. He looked formidable on his white horse, his silver hair shining under the sun.

Joffrey forced himself to look away. No matter how handsomely Daeron dressed, it had nothing to do with him. The knights rode toward the stand to ask for favors, and Joffrey took this opportunity to look down. He focused his attention entirely on Rhaenys, trying his best to ignore the crowd’s cheering and laughter at new gossip materials.

“Prince Joffrey.” Someone called his name; Joffrey was jolted awake from his train of negative thoughts. He looked up, only to find a handsome face smiling at him.

“Could I have your blessing, Prince Joffrey?” Addam Hull asked, resting his long lance on the stand, the pointy head just next to Joffrey’s hand.

Joffrey had never expected Addam would ask for his favor. In fact, he never expected anyone would. His husband wouldn’t, obviously.

“I am asking for your favor, my prince.” Addam asked again, all chivalrous and polite, “May I have the honor of fighting for you?”

If he refused, it would definitely look bad for Addam. Joffrey didn’t care about Addam’s reputation, but the bastard rider was from Driftmark. Would Lucerys be embarrassed if Joffrey openly refused someone from his land?

“Prince Joffrey, please.” Addam pressed.

Joffrey hesitated for a moment before reaching inside his dress for the small wreath he used as his favor. He decided that it was better not to dishonor anyone from Driftmark. Daeron would probably blame him for making Lucerys look bad if Joffrey refused Addam’s request.

“I wish you the best, Ser Addam.” Joffrey said, sliding the wreath on Addam’s lance.

“Thank you, my prince.”

The crowd whispered among themselves, but Joffrey paid them no mind. He only needed to save Lucerys’s face, not his own. The knights continued to march, and soon it was Daeron’s turn. Not surprisingly, Daeron rode past Joffrey without sparing him a look. Daeron’s lips were tightly pressed into a thin line, his jaw set and he was grabbing the lance so tight that his knuckles turned white. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was angry.

But why? Because Aemond had already asked for Lucerys’s favor? Daeron should have seen it coming. Why was he acting like a spoiled child?

Daeron asked for his sister Helaena’s favor, which, in Joffrey’s opinion, was a safe choice. Daeron rode off the stand without looking back. He never looked in Joffrey’s direction the entire first day of the tourney and the evening feast.

When the feast ended, Daeron went back to his own room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Joffrey only shrugged and went to put Rhaenys to bed. He had already fed the baby before the feast, now he only needed to wash her face and feet before placing her into the cradle. Joffrey had just finished changing Rhaenys into a cute lace sleeping gown when the door to his bedroom was pushed open abruptly.

“What’s your problem?” Joffrey frowned, “You will startle her.”

Daeron made no answer. He had already taken off his jacket and vest, now only in an inner shirt, his sweaty chest glistening in the candlelight. He walked quickly to Joffrey and took the baby from the omega, placing Rhaenys down and grabbing Joffrey’s wrist with incredible force.

“Let go of me! It hurts!” Joffrey hissed, “Are you drunk or something?”

Daeron remained silent, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he dragged Joffrey out of the bedroom and into their shared quarter, pushing the omega to the lavish couch in the middle.

“What’s your problem?” Joffrey asked angrily, rubbing his wrist that had already gone red.

“What’s my problem? I could ask you the same thing.” Daeron was on Joffrey in an instant, trapping the omega between himself and the couch, “Why did you give your favor to that bastard?”

Joffrey had expected a lot of accusations from Daeron, failing to entertain all the guests, failing to act like an obedient omega, getting in Daeron’s way to interact with Lucerys, etc., but he had never expected this. Joffrey thought he had done the right thing. Driftmark received the best honor, didn’t it? Joffrey just showed how important Driftmark, and by extension, Lord of the Tides was. Why was Daeron still angry?

“Addam? What’s wrong with him?”

“You gave your favor to him, a bastard! You don’t see anything inappropriate in it?”

Joffrey bit his lower lip, his own anger slowly building.

“People called me a bastard too. If I remember correctly, you were one of them.” Joffrey retorted, “Do you think Addam doesn’t deserve a favor because he is a bastard?”

“No!” Daeron sounded frustrated, “I don’t give a damn about him being a bastard or not. I am asking why did you, my mate, give your favor to a stranger?”

“I can give my favor to anyone I want.” Joffrey tried to break free of Daeron’s restrain, “I don’t know who made you angry, but don’t act out your anger on me. I am not your punching bag.”

“You rather gave your favor to him, but not me?” Daeron lowered his voice, his light violet eyes fixed on Joffrey, his gaze so intense that it was about to set Joffrey on fire. It was clear that he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Why do you care? You are not going to ask for my favor anyway. I am actually glad Addam asked. He saved me from looking like a fool.” Joffrey pushed Daeron’s chest, but the alpha didn’t move an inch.

“Who said I don’t want your favor? Your favor is the only thing that matters.” Daeron grabbed Joffrey’s cheek, forcing the omega to meet his eyes, “Who told you such lie? I am going to kill the fucking liar and feed them to my dragon.”

“You want my favor?” Joffrey’s eyes widened in surprise, “But, you ignored me that time after our betrothal. You rode right past me and asked Lucerys. I thought you didn’t want me-”

The remaining of Joffrey’s sentence was drunk up by Daeron’s lips. The alpha crushed their lips together, kissing Joffrey with such desperation that as if his life depended on it.

Joffrey’s body reacted immediately; a tingling sensation rushed from his tailbone to the back of his head, his pussy twitched as slick began to leak out. He was so used to Daeron’s intimacy that his body reacted on its own. Joffrey let out a muffled moan as Daeron’s hand slip into his dress.

“You have no idea how I felt the entire day.” Daeron whispered in Joffrey’s ear as he nibbled the omega’s earlobe, “I was almost burned to ash by jealousy. I wanted to cut off Addam’s tongue for asking for your favor. I wanted to gauge his eyes out for looking at you. I wanted to keep you inside a box and carry you around so you can never leave.”

“I never know you are a jealous lover.” Joffrey admitted, tilting his head to give Daeron more access.

“I have never felt like this before.” Daeron kissed the pulsing veins on Joffrey’s neck, feeling the beating of the omega’s heart under his lips, “I am scared of myself for having so many dirty thoughts.”

“Not even for Lucerys?” Joffrey asked, his voice so soft as if he feared the answer.

“No,” Daeron answered honestly, “I have never felt such strong emotion towards anyone else. You are the first, Joffrey.”

Joffrey didn’t want to admit that his heart danced at Daeron’s words. He had long accepted the fact that he could never be the special one. He had made peace with himself and decided to be the shadowed sibling, so it felt incredible to have someone treat him as if he could not be replaced.

“What’s wrong, Joff? Why are you crying?” Daeron panicked to see a single drop of tear sliding down Joffrey’s cheek, “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Joffrey was too embarrassed to look Daeron in the eye, “Sorry, I am just being emotional. Must be the omega pheromones. I never thought anyone would treat me specifically, let alone you.”

Daeron’s heart swelled at Joffrey’s rare show of weakness.

“I will remind you every day that you are special from now on until you accept the fact.”

“You might have a long way to go.” Joffrey chuckled.

“I have all the time in the world.” Daeron replied, kissing Joffrey again as he parted the omega’s legs.

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