#the witch queen put a good fight when they arrived

[colucana]

Adding content to the Bunnyleona ONE FIGHT STAND Tag

This thing is the most fun i have

#marriage certificate #eloping #bunnyleona #one fight stand #the witch queen put a good fight when they arrived #these two broke into Queen’s wine cellar #princia funnybunny #princia black clover #mereoleona vermillion #Mereoleona black clover #princia funnybunny x mereoleona vermillion #black clover

[recklessfiction]

The Many Happenings within the Palace

The Queen has given birth to a wolf. Her screams had echoed through the halls, only to be joined, after a moment, by the high, pitiable cries of the animal. He is a good lad, named Roderick by his grandfather. You wonder at the father, who, indeed, it could be, as the king died many years prior and was, decidedly, not a wolf.

A lord from a neighboring kingdom visited in the winter. His manner was jolly and his behavior most cordial. Many a lady had their eye on him, and you could see, through his swagger, that he knew it too. His face did nothing to deter them, as you had perhaps thought a skull might, but the ladies saw no issue with his lack of flesh. Indeed, they seemed to find the empty pits of his eye sockets most appealing.

A witch has put a curse on the princess. She sings, night and day, for hours on end, standing at the window of her boudoir. At first it was pleasant, a sweet voice rising over the city. All would stop to listen, enraptured by the sound of her songs. Then the fighting broke out, among heroes and kings, their minds lost to her voice like she was a siren. War would have broken out had the Queen not stepped in. The princess still sings, but her voice has become a mere croak and painful to hear; you cannot imagine the pain she goes through. The physician says she has done such damage to her throat that she will soon lose the ability to speak entirely if the curse is not reversed. You are still looking for a knight brave enough to go after the witch.

You have been given a quest to gain the favour of a dragon. On paper, he is no king, not even an earl or a lord, however he has claimed much of the land to the West as his own and the people have made no move against it, rather they seem to have accepted their strange new ruler with open arms. The Queen has asked you go to him, present yourself as an emissary of this court and ingratiate yourself with him. It is expected that you will be gone for some time but you have yet to start packing.

As it so happens, the court's jester, Harriett, has just pronounced herself to be Bjorg, the great goddess of Death. She did so during the new wolf-prince's christening, bursting into flame during a comical rendition of Ave Maria. Her face after this was a struggle to look upon, but her quips, though spoken with the voice of a dying old man, still had the court in shambles.

Another man has been lost to the woods, an old farmer just down the road from the Monastery. You saw him standing at the treeline when you went to look into it, but you did not dare approach, not when he was looking at you in that way, and certainly not when you saw the child standing just behind him. You told yourself you would not fall for their tricks, their temptations, again. But their attacks are beginning to move dangerously close to the Abbey. You will need to mention it to the Queen and the Bishop before you leave.

The Lady Carolina has finally presented herself to the court! You had heard that she had arrived perhaps four months ago, a ward of the Queen but no one had seen her. She had arrived in the dead of night and had been hastily brought to her rooms. There has been no concrete word of why she had come, only gossip to which you pay no mind. A fortnight ago, she joined in the anniversary celebration of the King's death. She is just as you thought she might be; lovely and with eyes that, while bright and bewildered, were intelligent and watchful. The rumours of her bright blue feathers and fine golden talons were not amiss either and you found yourself watching her for much of the night. It is a shame you will be gone on your quest before you have another opportunity to be introduced but perhaps when you return, you might inquire as to her health.

#what to do #my writing #medieval #fantasy #romance #weird fiction

[daughter-of-melpomene]

INFO DUMP FOR LUCY'S GIRLFRIEND, INFO DUMP FOR LUCY'S GIRLFRIEND

Ahhhh, yes, absolutely, thank you for asking, Greta my darling!! And I will also tag the other Narnia lovelies @luucypevensie, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @oneirataxia-girl, and @come-along-pond, just in case they want to know more about my new baby!! <3

So, without further ado, I will introduce you to Tamlin, the last surviving witch in Narnia besides Jadis and my other OC Hemera. Her family were Silver Witches, able to use their magic to manipulate the air, and though most of her family was slaughtered by the White Witch along with all the other witches in Narnia when Jadis took over, Tamlin, only an infant at the time was spared, because Jadis remembered hearing a prophecy from another witch before Tamlin was born, stating that a Silver Witch would soon be born with the power to steal the oxygen from people’s blood and the breath from their throats, something no other Silver Witch had been powerful enough to do before. So, when Jadis came across little Tamlin sleeping peacefully in her crib after her entire family had been murdered, she realized that she might have just stumbled across a very powerful weapon, and decided to take Tamlin and raise her as her own, molding her into the perfect instrument of torture for those who crossed her or went against her reign.

And that was the way Tamlin was raised; as a living weapon, the head of the White Witch’s army, a tool in Jadis’s hands, never questioning why she and her “mother” wielded completely different types of magic when that wasn’t the way witch bloodlines worked, simply because she’d never been taught any differently. She hurt whoever Jadis told her to hurt, threatened whoever she was told to threaten, even killed in the name of the woman she called her mother and queen - but she never felt good about it. She hated stealing people’s breath, hurting them and killing them, and when she finally learned about the other witches Jadis had killed and how she had to have been stolen from her true family only to become a weapon, she began to hate her “mother,” and especially herself, as well.

But there was never anything she could do about it - Jadis was much more powerful than she was, and there was no way she, as Narnia’s deadly and feared “princess,” would be able to rally anyone who wasn’t loyal to the White Witch to fight with her. But then the Pevensies arrive in Narnia, and though Tamlin isn’t able to stop Edmund from selling out his siblings without arousing Jadis’s suspicion, and she despises herself for not being able to save Tumnus, she runs away from Jadis in the middle of night, along with a few former members of the White Witch’s army who have wanted to escape, and approaches the camp of the army Aslan has brought together to offer her help. Obviously most people are reluctant to trust her at first, including Edmund since he saw how much Jadis coveted her firsthand, but Lucy speaks up for her, saying that it wouldn’t be fair not to trust her and that they could use her help - and Tamlin, being but a simple baby lesbian who’s never experienced anything close to love since she was a tiny infant with her real family, immediately develops a little puppy love crush on the future queen, though she doesn’t really know that’s what it is at the time and it will take a long while for anything to come of it.

After Jadis is defeated, Tamlin fully expects to be banished or even executed after everything she’s done in Jadis’s name, and certainly there are still many Narnian citizens who would like her to be - but the Pevensies can see how traumatized and deprived and sad she is under all the walls she puts up, and after Aslan voices his approval of her and declares that she has proven herself to be a loyal Narnian, the new kings and queen forgive her of all her crimes and even allow her to continue her role as the head of Narnia’s army. She does refuse to use her magic for a while after Jadis’s defeat, wanting to reject any ties she might have to what she was made to do growing up, but when Lucy tells her that she loves seeing her conjure a breeze and letting her hair blow in it, she does start using it again, if only to make Lucy (and Hemera, who is thrilled beyond belief to actually be around another witch after being alone for most of her life) happy.

As I said, Tamlin struggles with a lot of trauma and self-loathing from her time being Jadis’s tool, and as a result of that, on top of being deprived of any sort of caring beyond Jadis’s twisted version of it, she has a lot of walls up and doesn’t really know how to be close to people. She’s very blunt and gets really awkward when talking to people for extended periods of time, and she really has to learn that violence cannot be the answer to everything - but eventually, she does learn how to forgive herself for the things she had no control over since she was just a child and that was just what she’d been taught, and she actually comes to have her own odd little circle of friends within Cair Paravel… and, eventually, something even more beautiful than friends with a certain youngest queen.

That’s about all I’ll share about her right now, but I definitely look forward to properly introducing her and speaking more about her story and her relationship with Lucy! Again, thanks so much for the ask, Greta!! <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: tamlin

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

To be in the favor of Gods...

AN: I got back into Vikings. AAAABSOLUTELY obsessed w the Ragnarssons ofc... who isn't?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: PLEASE SCROLL AWAY? THIS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES.

Part 2 here.

You were the little sister of Harald and Halfdan. As a gift of gods you were a seer, a witch, having powers to foresee the future, to grant your bothers favors in battles, you knew when to fight and when to hold back. Just for this power alone they refused to let your father marry you off. No political alliance worth that much. Noone was allowed to touch you, to claim you. That might seem pretty lonely but as you had seen it it was a blessing. You had seen firsthand from your brothers that norse men were insaitable, fucking anything that moved. Sure as hell you werent gonna be just another, you'd rather be alone. As selfish as that may be, you refused to share like that. Well in thoughts anyways. Being alone and respected was way better. You were also a trained shieldmaiden, having to protect yourself on multiple occasions. Not every man was okay with the fact that they cannot have you, being the daugther of an earl, being the prettiest creature they had ever set eyes upon. As if a goddess was walking amongst them. As for your brothers, they made you follow them everywhere, this was how you arrived in Kattegat. It was for business they said, making you smirk. You know far too well what had they planned, you have already seen glimpses of the outcome. They still thought they could lie to you.

-Brother.. what is the point of lying to me? You know i already know the outcome if you follow my advices.. Halfdan, crouch.. - just as you said and he crouched, a knife flew straight where his head had been a second ago, making you giggle as you made your way to the great hall.

In the great hall, you saw Ragnar as he smirked, looking you up and down, you also saw Queen Aslaug's hateful looks, as you appeared between your brothers. She knew you'd catch the eyes of her sons as well as her husband's. She knew all too well of your value for she had heard tales about you. Your family tried to keep it a secret, but some still new. By the looks of it Ragnar wasn't one of those. That made you smirk.

Ragnar stood up greeting your brothers as if they were friends while one of his sons started circling you.

-They brought a gift father. - he said touching your hair. When a hearthy laugh escaped Halfdan's mouth. Halfdan put an arm around your shoulder kissing your temple softly.

-MY sister's no gift Hvitserk, she's merely here to see the famous Kattegat. But i would kindly infrom you not to touch her further if you'd like to keep your arms. - he winked at Hvitserk. Making you roll your eyes, as you took the mead from Harald's hand as you went to sit down amongst your men. Harald hot on your tail.

Ubbe stood close to his mother, watching you from afar as you were dancing with your brothers. Aslaug sighed.

-Please tell me you are not fancying her too Ubbe...

He just looked at her before setting his eyes back on you.

As you stopped dancing your eyes found his,smiling seductively before leaving for the door. Aslaug tried to stop her son, as your brothers smirked when they saw him following you. They knew he was in for a not so good time with you out there.

You were walking in the shallow water with your dress in your hand.

-Where is your husband? - he asked as he walked closer.

-I don't have one.

-Hmm.. - he said as he grabbed two swords from a nearby rack. You were with your back towards him when he tossed it, yet, you caught it without looking. Taking stance.

-Why did you followed me Ragnarsson? - you asked with indifference.

-A lady as pretty as you should be wondering out here alone. - he said as he launched at you. You dodged as if you knew what was he gonna do.. which you did. Images of this play fight plagued your head ever since you first set eyes on him. For some reason it held enough importance for the gods to show you, to make you play it out for something bigger in the future.

-Im perfectly capable of taking care of myself. - yousaid as you knocked him to the ground the blade of your sword at his neck as his blue eyes shone up at you.

He smirked, and for a moment you lost yourself in the blues of his eyes. Granting him enough time to knock you off your feet, and hover above you. He brushed stray hairs from your forehead as your noses nearly touched. His touches made your eyes roll back, now he could only see the whites of yours as images from the future flooded your mind at his touch. He winced back surprised. When his breaths calmed, you acted quickly, holding a small knife to the side of his face. Before standing up, and leaving without a word.

The things you saw disturbed you. Fights, injuries, pain, success... maybe even too great of a success, and you by his side of the throne. Tangled bodies, not just one, but three. You could see yourself in all of them. You stumbled into the great hall with dirt all over you from the fight, you were anxious, your brothers at your side immediately, tossing the slaves off of their laps.

-We need to leave. - you breathed, fidgeting as Ubbe entered the great hall.

-What did he do dear sister? - asked Harald, hand already on his sword.

-Nothing, but we need to leave. - you said as you started to leave.

-STOP. - you heard Aslaug. She stood from her throne next to Ragnar. Noone quite understanding anything, painful silence settling over the hall.

-What did you see? - she asked.

-What do you mean what did she see woman? - Ragnar asked with a laugh.

-What do you think Ragnar? She's got the look of a goddess, she's been not wed, they carrying her around on a gold plate, and noone is to touch her in any form?

-So what? If she'd be my sister i would be keeping her for myself too. - he winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

-She's a fucking seer Ragnar. And she saw the future of your son. I need to know what she saw. NOW.

-You don't need to know anything my Queen, for i did not see his future. - you said, trying to remain calm. But she saw right through you.

The guards took hold of your brothers, as she held a knife to your throat before leading you away...

#vikings #ubbe #aslaug #hvitserk #ragnar #ubbe ragnarsson #ubbe x reader #ubbe x you #hvitserk x reader #ivar ragnarsson #ivar x reader #ragnar x reader

[bastet-c-haddock]

For Everyone reading my Cyberpunk AU and asking "Who's this Neala character?" well, here's your answer:

Neala, the Gumm-Gumm Hound, is my Tales of Arcadia Fan Character. Firstly created in 2018 as I watched Part 3 of Trollhunters and later developed further as Wizards was released.

Her first design was inspired by Draal and Nomura. Though I didn't intent to make a FanChild by that combination, I purely liked Nomura's agile sillouhette and Draal's Spiky body. Of course, at the end, I put my own spin on it and so, Neala was created.

From the start, I knew I wanted them to be a warrior, obviously this fact would make her an outcast, or at least, not a part of Heartstone Trollmarket. For a moment, there was the idea of making them a Changeling, but the idea was scraped once I had a narrative of her role on "Eternal Night"

It started out as a "New Challenger enters the fight" situation, where she would arrive umpropted and ready to face Gunmar and the Gumm-Gumms, but the "Mary Sue" approach was changed for something much more altruistic.

Redemption.

Here, the exhiled Gumm-Gumm train got going.

You can find the first version of her story HERE!

She was "Gunmar's Champion", a loyal fighter adopted and raised by the Skull Crusher as a bloodhound, but once Morgana came into the picture, giving Gunmar the power to make anyone into a mindless slave, Neala fled.

Inspired by Argh! She abandoned Gunmar as well, but instead of refusing to fight, she just fought for centuries in the shadows, helping Troll-kind in places where the Trollhunter wasn't an option, akin to Angor Rot before becoming Morgana's Champion.

Once she knew of the Human Trollhunter, she moved to Arcadia Oaks. Her mission remained the same though, protecting her kin, while also being a hidden support for the newest Trollhunter.

As much as this concept seemed good, it felt a bit...Mary Sue-esque. But at the time, I had no chance of fixing it, nor the vision to see what could be better. So, I let her rest, while still using her as a guiding force on "Dashed Hopes" my Cyberpunk AU. Where she serves as Krel's messenger and spy.

After a while, some ideas started to pop-up in regards to them. How I wanted them to be, their motives, everything. And so, I had a new backstory for them.

She was a Gumm-Gumm commander, pretty much as before, she was raised into a bloodhound by Gunmar. Previously, her personality was pretty neutral. Having some level of consciousness regarding the world outside her home. My reimagining of their personality was making them rough, stronheaded and arrogant. A soldier who knows their value, their skills and their goals, which, of course, align to the ones of their king, who they see as a role model before everything falls.

Once Morgana comes, Neala doesn't fully trust her. She's a human after all, she might be tricking their king into a trap. A suspiscion half way confirmed by the Slaving Ability bestowed into his sword. They challenged the witch, demanding her the truth before Gunmar cut it off and sent Neala to rescue Argamon.

On their way there, they thought of the implication of their king becoming a puppet to a witch. Then and there, they became a ghost, dissappearing into the night, no longer a Gumm-Gumm, but not a Pacifist either. A Renegade who would dismantle human kingdoms and tribes to return what was robbed from their kind.

For centuries, they did it. Becoming a hero for troll kind when Angor Rot became another puppet for the Eldritch Queen. But as Humans became more abundant and poweful, Neala wasn't enough to fight against them. And so, they did the minimum to keep trolls out of human sight to avoid a purge, like Arthur did in their times.

As they knew about Jim, the new Trollhunter, they were ready to hunt him down until they saw him defeat Bular. There, they saw both were on the same team, and so, Neala became a hidden ally.

In regards to their design, I cut their hair down, as well as most of the spikes, since it made their design a bit noisy. Kept their clothes short and mostly form fitting so their sillouhette was agile no matter the version.

To Read their updated story: The War is Coming ~Part 1.

Keep going!

Gumm Gumm territory was always hostile, but it has become more so since the human King started to hunt Troll-kind. Everyone is eager to grab that fleshbag and tear him to pieces, eating him is an option too, but meat is not my kind of meal if I'm being honest. Gunmar must not know though, he already has enough on his claws. War is coming, tensions are growing, and we might not be enough to face Camelot's army. We have to make each of us count on the battlefield when the time comes...

Battle after battle, we've won followers, soldiers, trolls aware of the sacrifices needed to recover what's ours, and still, not all of them join the cause.

Dwuoza has become the sanctuary for those who still want to hide, those who aren't willing to fight against Arthur. Weakness, fear, cowardness, training rips those feeling to shreds, I should know...

I was taken by Gunmar when I was a youngling, my memory of how is really fuzzy, the only thing I remember is my name. "Neala", Champion. Gunmar sticked to it and, from then on, I became his. A warrior, a conqueror with no mercy, just like Bular, his son. Still...it might be giving him to much credit.

Despite us both been raised by him, Bular's always been the one to beg for his father's praises, as if he deserved them. A soldier, and over all, a prince, should know respect is earned. Each time your weapons are weilded against an enemy, is an oportunity to proof your worth and earn respect from your King. Having said that, it's pathetic. Seeing the son of the Skull Crusher begging like a spoiled child is just pathetic. When will he learn his actions speak louder than his words? Hell if I know...

While he goes asking for his father's praises, I stay in camp, training. Handling this blades is no easy task, their iron blades and black stone handles make them a weapon able to be thrown or handled, but the ability required for them is forged by discipline, strength, aim and, not to mention, acrobatics. Those are unusual amongst trolls, just certain kinds can manage such a dynamic fighting style.

My hooves slide through the ground, each choreographed by my instict. I pirouette and jump with my tail as a balancing force against the lightness of my body and the weight of my blades. I spin them by the handle, feeling how my claws click each time the black stone hits them slightly, letting me know I'm in control. The silence of my coordination exercices is broken by steps, heavy and small steps from some group of soldiers.

Once they arrive, I could feel there were three or four cadets who stopped once they saw me on the training ring.

-Good evening, gentlemen- I say before handling my blades properly, ready for anything. -Came for a round?- I ask, confident. A challenge is always good, especially for them.

They start to garbble and mumble trying to decide if fighting me is wise. After all, they have seen me at the battlefield. I can easily face a knight squad and win without a scratch. Some time later, they wield their spears, challenging me -Very well then.- I reply as they sorround me -Better make it quick, I gotta patrol the gate- Cracking my neck before taking a deep breath. Then silence...

3...2...1!

A soldier charges at me, as I avoid, leaning to the side to they can run pass me. With a spin and a help from my blade, I spin swiftly to knock him with a kick of my hoof. As he trips into another soldier, I grab his spear with my tail to block an attack from.a third brute. Quickly, I push the attacker with my body and blades to suddenly turn and throw one, towards the last rookie, making him stop dead on his tracks. At a moments notice, I appear behind him, sweeping him of his feet with a fast sweep of my hoof. Like that, four of them were down -You still need to work on your stands! Focus your weight into your legs to ground yourselves.- some feedback won't hurt them as I pick my weapons and go to the entrance. They grunt as a response -Maybe next time- I reply, leaving the ring with a smile.

-Champion?- a familiar voice comes from behind me, Bular. I turn around and sheith my blades.

-Prince...- I answer, cold but respectful.

-My father asks for your presence. I'll take your place at the gate- he tells me, indiferent, almost a little annoyed. I nod making him believe I didn't notice his disagreement to the order.

Soon, I arrive to my king's throne room. A dark cave with a natural window that lets him know what happens in his domains. It's intimidatimg, no matter how many eons I've spent alongside the Skull Crusher inside this place, a chill still runs through my spine each time I step in here.

-You called for me, your majesty.- I say as I kneel before the black troll in front of me. He has something on his claw, admires it. Looks like some sort of mask. Despite my constant talk about being the Black King's Hound, I'm still outranked. Not only by Bular, the flesh and bone of my lord, but by the tribute brought to him shortly after me: a gray and green brutish creature in Gumm gumm armor, Argamon, the Kruuvera Champion. Who stands right beside him, like a dog waiting for orders.

As of now, I'm the only one who he speaks to.

-Commander...- the lord says to me, in his deep rough voice. It shakes every spike of my body. -I've heard my soldiers understimate your skill...- he questions me, I lower my gaze in annoyance. Though the ones from before knew who they were talking to, others aren't as wise.

-When they arrive, they tend to mock me. But they learn what is best for them in no time.- I answer, secure with a light growl. My arrogance made me stand from other soldiers, since it has pushed me to be smarter, more skillful and cunning than the rest. Some may say I am a weaker image of my lord, a shadow of his grandeur, but not one as dark as Bular is.

-I see...- he turns around and throws me the mask he was looking at. I catch it in the air, handling it so I can see it too. It resembles those often wore by the rest of the army. Dark with green highlights at the edge of each twisted horn, but this one, aside from its smaller scale, had no muzzle and no backside.

-My lord?- I ask, confused. It is small for his size, it would barely fit me. Made of black metal, yet hollow and light. Given how rough our troops were while fighting, I think this little mask won't stand a chance once push comes to shove. I look back at my King, expecting his reply.

-My son is my living image, he commands where he stands. The Butcher, the humans call him. Just the mention of him can make a batallion tremble.- growls in victory as he comes closer, speaking seriously, looking at me with his cold and lonely eye. -Argamon is our tank, a moving fortress with no fear. On any battlefield, his strength is our weapon.- signaling the brute, now behind him, as it responds to the words spoken about him with pride. -You are my top commander, my bloodhound, fierce and loyal. A lethal assassin.- even though his voice is severe, he speaks with a certain fondness. -Your presence, reputation and that helmet should make them quiver and hear your every command.- growling in triumph as I look at the metal at my claws once more. Thoughtful.

-Wear it, and you'll be my general in the war to come.- His growls become threatening. Refering to the Human King with rage and thirst for violence. But what he says, makes me jump as I realize...

Finally Arthur drew the last straw. The war is coming.

Years of tensions, of disgrace and lies have come to a climax. The time has come to reclaim what is ours...

Looking back to my lord, I nod and put on the mask, it sits on my actual horns, letting me see while darkening my gaze. I unsheith my blade, trying to look at my reflection, despite the carving at the spine of the weapon at my claw. Now, I look like one of them. Humans may think of me as a demon, and I would let them think so. I'll rip their lives to shreds until darkness consumes them, as we rise to victory.

I Look once more at my majesty's eye, he nods lightly, approving my decision. A moment later, he asks me to stay there to see Argamon train, he'll need that, more now than ever.

Some hours run by, the sparring continues when, suddenly, a messenger comes with some news from the Gate.

Bular has been captured by the King's men.

To be Continued...

#fanart #art #digital #dreamworks #netflix #tales of arcadia #traditional art #trollsona #trollhunters #toacyberpunkau #gunmar the black #bular the vicious #morgana #angor rot

[therealdisneyfan2319]

Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 5: Tony

Synopsis: Y/N has been an Avenger long enough to have developed feelings for Wanda.  A brief conversation with Tony Stark gives him the courage to finally ask her out on a date, but expectations aren’t always reality.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Y/N, Wanda Maximoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: Fluffity fluff fluff fluff

Word Count: 3.6K Chapter 4 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 1 | Story Masterlist | Masterlist

Nearly a month had passed since Y/N arrived at the Avengers compound.  He found it relatively easy to adapt to his new lifestyle.  Similar to the Navy, training as an Avenger was regimented.  He was used to having to be somewhere at a certain time to do a certain thing and having superiors to report to.  Granted it wasn’t the military so he had a lot more personal freedom than he was accustomed to.  But he found the transition back to civilian life the most challenging part.

His fellow Avengers made the transition easier.  Pietro had found him after hearing there was a fellow gamer living in the compound and the two bonded quickly.  Peter Parker, who still lived in Queens, frequently spent weekends at the compound for training exercises.  Y/N had started looking at him like a younger brother, as had Pietro, so the two decided to take him under their wing.  Tony had warmed up to Y/N some but still kept him at a bit of a distance.  Steve was Steve: a good leader and someone who understood the trials and tribulations of military life.  Both him and Y/N had killed many pots of coffee in the early morning hours having frank conversations about dealing with the aftermath of war.  Y/N found their conversations therapeutic.  Steve was one of the only ones who understood the certain things he’d experienced on deployment.  There was also Nat, Yelena, Kate, Thor, Clint, Sam, Bucky, Bruce, Scott, Carol…all of them were extremely warm and welcoming towards him.  And then there was Wanda.

Since his fateful first night in the compound the two had found any and every excuse to spend time together.  He would walk into daily briefings and find the chair next to her empty; she would always make excuses to go and find him when he was in the library; he miraculously found himself in the gym at the same time she was down there training her magic; she would always offer to pace him on his runs which always turned into a race at the end.  But beside these so-called “unplanned” meetings, Wanda and Y/N planned time together as well.  They could frequently be found in the lounge binging a show, eating dinner together, or going for long walks down by the river.  Each day Y/N found himself falling a little more in love with the red-haired witch.  But he never said anything to her.  He was too scared to put himself out there and make it real.  Vulnerability wasn’t his strong suit.  Emotions were meant to be shoved into a box and not talked about or expressed.  His line of work required him to keep his emotions under control at all times and that definitely spilled over into his personal life.  He was fighting all of that because he knew if he didn’t act soon someone else would come along and swoop her up.

One morning Y/n found himself in Tony’s workshop.  Tony had asked for his help on some new rocket designs for Rhodey.  It was the first time the two had a one-on-one interaction since Y/N first arrived at the compound.  Was he a little nervous?  Yes.  But he thought Tony had at least a modicum of respect for him and his abilities if he was asking for his advice.  He had been up there for quite some time working on the dummy rocket trying to figure out the most effective way to wire it and incorporate Bluetooth capabilities into its detonation system.  As he leaned over the bench and soldered wires into place, Tony stood over his shoulder and observed him.

“So it seems you’re settling in okay,” Tony noted.

“Yeah.” Y/N was only half-listening.  He was more interested in the rocket.

“I noticed you and Maximoff are spending a lot of time together.” He stared down at the rocket in Y/N’s hands.

“What?  Oh, yeah, he’s cool.  We game together.” He flipped his focus to the computer screen on his right, double checking the program that Tony wrote.

“I don’t mean Speedy Gonzales.  I meant the cute witchy one that you’ve been seen canoodling with,” Tony smirked.

Y/N nearly dropped the rocket.  “Woah, umm, Wanda?  You think Wanda and I are-?” He whipped his head around to see Tony staring back at him, eyebrows raised suspiciously.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he taunted.

“Okay first of all, we don’t canoodle or whatever.  Second, we’re just friends.  We’re not dating or anything like that” His reply was more flustered than he wanted it to be.

“But you want to, right?” “What?”

“You want to date her.  Woo her, charm her, romance her…You don’t deny a rumor like that so, so, so passionately unless there’s some truth to it.  So let me ask again.  Do you want to date Wanda Maximoff?” His tone still retained a sense of playfulness to it, almost like he was enjoying torturing Y/N.

Totally embarrassed, Y/N nodded.

“So what’s stopping you?” Tony crossed to the stool next to Y/n’s and sat down.

Y/N shrugged.  “Not very good at it, I guess.  Don’t want to screw it up.”

“Right,” replied Tony as he crossed his arms and leaned back.  “Never try, never fail.  Good life motto if you never want to accomplish anything.  Can I give you some advice?” he asked as he leaned over to Y/N.

“Sure?”

“When you have something good, don’t throw it away.  I’ve been through my fair share of women, believe you me.  But Pep, man…she’s different from all of them.  I don’t want to lose her.  You know why?  Because she means something to me.  And that something, it makes all the difference.”

Y/N nodded.  Tony had a point.

“Look, just ask her out.  You two obviously like each other.  Take her to Giuseppe’s.  It’s like a fifteen minute drive into town.  I’ll let you borrow the Ferrari.  That’ll definitely get you laid,” he elbowed Y/N in the ribs.  “Listen, I’ve gotta go.  Something with Thor.” He hopped off his stool and headed for the door.  “Oh!” he exclaimed.  “She likes sunflowers.”

As he left, Y/N groaned and put his head in his hands, rubbing his forehead.  I’ve just gotta do it, he thought to himself.

After he finished up in the workshop, Y/N headed back to his apartment to get changed.  He figured a long run would help him clear his mind.  He exited the elevator, hung a left, and headed down the hall.  As he went to turn right down the next hallway, he nearly bumped into Wanda.

“Oh jeez, sorry,” she apologized.  “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“No it’s my fault.  I wasn’t paying attention,” Y/N choked out.  He could feel his heart beating in his throat. 

“Where were you this morning?  I missed you at sparring.”

“I was up with Tony.  He needed help on a rocket he’s working on for Rhodey’s suit,” he explained, rubbing the back of his head.  “It took most of the morning.”

“Well I’m headed to lunch.  Wanna join?” she asked.  She had that familiar twinkle in her eye she always had when it was just the two of them.

“No thanks.  I’m, uhh, I need to go for a run.”  He defused bombs for eight years.  Surely asking Wanda Maximoff on a date was easier than that.

“Oh.  Okay then.  See you later then,” she replied, her voice tinged with dejection.  She stepped around Y/n and headed around the corner.

“Wanda,” Y/N blurted before he realized what he was doing.  She turned and looked at him.  “Do you wanna go to dinner with me?”

Wanda opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it abruptly.  She tilted her head as she looked at him.  “Are you asking me on a date?” she implored.

“Well, uhh, yeah.” He felt himself blush.

She smirked.  “Alright.  Pick me up at 7?”

“Yeah, that works.”

“See you later then, Hemingway,” she winked as she walked away.

Y/N felt like he could explode.  A date with Wanda Maximoff?  It seemed too good to be true.  Suddenly he remembered what Tony had said so he whipped out his phone and shot off a quick text:

I’m picking her up at 7 tonight

He practically ran to his apartment to get changed.  Throwing off his shirt, he heard his phone vibrate.  It was Tony:

Reservations @ 7:30, keys in the car, car out front, condoms in the glove box ;)

Y/N chuckled as he shook his head.  Leave it to Tony to be Tony.  While he didn’t have any intention of sleeping with Wanda tonight, he wouldn’t say no to free condoms either.

The rest of the day dragged on unbelievably slowly.  The afternoon safety lecture, led by Bruce, lasted for what seemed like hours.  But he couldn’t help but notice how Wanda kept stealing glances at him and looking away.  The meeting lasted until 5:30 pm, so he raced back to his room afterward to get ready for his date.  He showered and trimmed his newfound beard and ironed his clothes for the evening: a french blue dress shirt with a charcoal grey suit and brown loafers.  He didn’t have to go far seeing as Wanda lived right across the hall from him.  After throwing his jacket on, he took one last look at himself in the mirror.  Not bad, he thought.  He buttoned his jacket, grabbed his wallet, and opened the door to find a bouquet of sunflowers and a note lying at his feet.  He crouched to grab both and looked at the note.

You’re welcome - Tony

He smiled as he tucked the note into his back pocket.  As he walked to Wanda’s door, he took a deep breath to calm himself down.  Once he didn’t feel like he would immediately throw up if he opened his mouth, he knocked.

Wanda opened the door a moment later.  She looked stunning in her black dress and heels.  A tan overcoat and black handbag were draped over one arm.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi,” he replied.  “Wow.  Wanda, you look incredible.” She blushed at his words.

“Thanks,” she murmured.  She looked at him before she noticed the flowers he was clutching.  “Are those for me?” she asked.

“Yeah.  Tony said sunflowers are your favorite.” He awkwardly thrust the bouquet at her.

“Well that was sweet of him, wasn’t it?” she replied, conjuring a vase out of magic and placing the flowers in it.  “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, the car’s out front,” Y/N replied.  “We’ve got 7:30 reservations at Giuseppe’s.”

“Fancy shmancy,” she grinned as they headed down the hall.

It took a little while but Y/N eventually found where Tony had parked the sleek red Ferrari.  Wanda’s eyes widened when she saw the expensive car.  He quickly reassured her that no, he hadn’t stolen it and yes, it was their ride for the evening.

Dinner was…fine.  The food was delicious, the restaurant itself dimly lit and romantic.  But there was a nervous energy between Y/N and Wanda.  He couldn’t help but think that he was blowing it.  He felt awkward and uneasy, which was the exact opposite of how he normally felt with her.  Conversation was peppered with awkward pauses and the two nervously interrupted each other.  It seemed like this would probably be their only date.

They sat in a pregnant silence as Y/N drove them back to the compound.  As he parked the car, they continued to sit in that awful silence.  He drummed on his thighs as he stared out the front window.

“So…”

“That was f-”

“I’m sorry!” Y/N blurted.

“You’re…sorry?” Wanda questioned.  “What are you sorry for?” She was totally confused.  Sure the date had been a little awkward, but she’d been completely alone with Y/n and had commanded his attention for the entire evening.  She absolutely adored him.  He was everything she wanted in a partner and so much more: kind, considerate, funny in his own weird way, level-headed, attractive, a hopeless romantic when it came to literature, a great sparring partner, her list went on and on.  She hadn’t been able to get him out of her mind since the first day they met and was plucking up the courage herself to ask him out on a date if he hadn’t done so when he did.

“Yeah!  I mean I don’t know.  I felt all awkward and weird and I never feel that way when I’m around you.  But I blew it and I’m sorry because I really like you and I was hoping this would go well because, well, y’know, I like you…and I’m definitely making things worse now,” he groaned as he slammed his head forward onto the steering wheel.  He turned his head to look at Wanda, who was glancing down at him from the passenger seat.  “Please say something,” he begged.

Wanda looked at him, sighed, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and left.

Well shit, he thought, laying his head back on the steering wheel and accidentally hitting the horn.  He signed as he slid his head up.  Suddenly he heard the door open and felt the unusually warm night breeze caress the side of his face.  He looked to his left and saw Wanda standing in front of him.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

Y/N didn’t respond.  Her accent always made his heart flutter.

Wanda leaned down closer to him.  “Do you trust me?” she whispered, extending her hand to him.  He nodded as he unbuckled his seatbelt and shot out of the car.  Time slowed as he watched her grab his hand.  They interlaced their fingers as he observed the unfamiliar sight.  Her fingers were long and svelte while his were coarse and calloused from years of manual labor.  Despite their differences it felt as if their hands were made to hold each other.  He brushed his thumb against hers, soaking in the softness of her skin and the coolness of the ring on her thumb.  He was so engrossed in their entwined hands that he failed to notice the way she was staring at him as he stared at their hands.

“My hands are sweaty, aren’t they?” Y/N realized a moment later.  

“Just a little,” murmured Wanda.  Y/n moved to pull his hand away in order to wipe it on his pants, but Wanda squeezed a tighter grip around it.  He looked up at her, their eyes locked in a moment frozen in time.  “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” She smiled as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Y/N chuckled nervously.  Locking eyes with Wanda suddenly made him nervous, so he quickly looked back down at their hands.  

“Come on,” Wanda pleaded as she pulled him away from the car.  “I have an idea.” Not wanting to lose her, Y/n did a quick jog step to catch up with her.  The pair walked hand in hand through the parking lot.

“Where are we going?” he wondered.

Wanda shot him a knowing glance.  “You’ll see,” she replied, her lips curling into a soft smirk.  They kept walking, stopping momentarily so Wanda could remove her heels as they reached the grass and headed for the familiar trail she’d led him down his first night at the compound.  They made their way over to the small beach.  “Come on.  We can sit here and watch the stars.”

Y/N stopped suddenly as Wanda pulled away and came to the water’s edge.  He studied the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she existed in that moment.  She was a sight unlike any he’d ever seen before.  He watched as she sat on the ground and shivered at the coolness of the earth.  She motioned for him to do the same.  He sat, sticking his legs straight out and leaning back on his hands.  She hugged her knees into her chest.  They sat in silence looking out at the dark horizon for what seemed like hours, occasionally switching their gaze to the unknowing other.

“You didn’t blow it,” Wanda finally broke the silence.  “If anything I blew it.  I didn’t even know what to say to you, and I always know what to say to you.  But it felt so weird being in such a fancy place.  I’m not like that and I know you’re not like that either.”  She gently rocked herself back and forth.

Y/N laughed.  “Well I have to be honest…most of it was Tony’s doing.”

“Tony?”

“He suggested the restaurant…and loaned me the Ferrari…and bought the sunflowers…and the condoms.” He practically whispered the last one.

Wanda roared with laughter.  “He bought you CONDOMS?  What, too scared to go buy them yourself?!”

Y/N felt himself blush as Wanda continued laughing at him.  “No!  No I’m not!  I didn’t even ASK him to go get condoms.  That was all his idea!  I have my own…wait, shit, that sounds like-okay listen-I didn’t ask you out just to get in your pants.  That’s not what this is!”

“He’s such a weirdo,” she shook her head.  “I know you weren’t asking me out just to hook up.  Besides, I never sleep with anyone until at least the third date,” she teased.  Y/N wondered if the temperature had randomly risen as he pulled at his collar.  “Kidding, kidding,” she added as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

Y/N exhaled in hopes that his heart rate would soon slow.  “So why’d you bring me out here?”

“Because I knew we could be ourselves here.  No fancy restaurant, no fancy car, no weird first date pressure.  It’s just me and you.  And I like it when it’s just me and you.”

“I’m not good with feelings, Wanda,” he admitted as he turned to look at her.  “I tend to keep things bottled up.  But when I’m with you I don’t feel like I have to.” He gulped.  “Look, I like you.  Like I really, really like you.  I’ve liked you since the first day I met you and I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since then.  And it’s not just that you’re beautiful, because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life and like, wow, I mean you look stunning tonight…but I love spending time with you and talking to you because you’re an absolutely incredible person.  And I like-”

He was suddenly interrupted as she crashed her lips into his.  They were soft and sweet against his, as were her hands against his cheeks.  The taste of her lips was intoxicating.  She broke away far too soon for his liking as he felt himself practically begging for the feel of her body pressed up to his.  As she leaned back he couldn’t help but notice that her eyes, illuminated by the full moon, were tinged red with desire.  There was a palpable tension in the air as the two gazed into each other’s souls.

Wanda smiled .  “You talk too much, you know that?”

Y/N smirked as he pushed himself to a more upright sitting position.  “Well, I think I’ll talk a little less then.” He reached forward and cupped her cheek, leaning in close as he greedily eyed her plump red lips.  “How’s that sound?”

“Stop talking,” she breathed as she leaned forward and threw her hands around his neck.

He smiled as he closed the distance between them, kissing her eager lips as she sighed into him.  This kiss was longer, more passionate.  One kiss turned into two into four into many into Wanda lying on her back with Y/N on top of her, kissing and caressing and exploring each other in the pale moonlight.

“If we keep going I’m not gonna want you to stop,” Wanda gasped.  Y/N chuckled as he kissed her neck.  She playfully pushed against his chest.  “Stop,” she laughed as he continued to plant kisses up and down her neck and jaw.

“And if I don’t?” he whispered in her ear, his voice deep and sultry.  Wanda shuddered at the implication.  She turned her head slightly and was practically nose to nose with a panting Y/N.  A mischievous gleam in his eye told Wanda exactly what he wanted to do to her.

“Y/N,” she said.

“Okay fine.  Fine,” he relented.  “Just one more kiss?” he pleaded.

Wanda giggled as she pulled the lapels of his jacket towards her, craning her neck up as his lips intertwined with hers.  Without any warning he used his tongue to part her lips and slid it into her mouth.  She moaned into his mouth as their tongues wrestled for dominance before he abruptly broke the kiss.

“Yeah, time to stop,” he gasped.  “I, umm, I’m gonna need a cold shower after this.” He pushed himself off of her and back onto his knees.  Wanda scooched herself up into a sitting position.  As he adjusted his shirt, she couldn’t help but stare at him.

“I had a good time tonight,” she said.  She meant every word.

“Same time tomorrow?” he grinned.

“Only if we do it without any help from Tony,” she responded as she twisted one of the many rings on her fingers.

Y/N scratched his head as he thought for a moment.  “Okay.  Chinese food, Great British Bake Off, my place?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He helped Wanda up.  As they walked to the compound hand in hand, he gave her a reassuring squeeze.  And in the soft darkness he heard a small voice echo through his head:

Don’t let go, Hemingway.  Don’t ever let me go.

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[thespectralvision]

Iron Studios 1/4 Scale White Vision

When Iron Studios announced their WandaVision 1/4 Scarlet Witch and red Vision, I had high hopes they would announce a White Vision too. Lucky me, they did a few weeks later and I had to get him. I have also purchased the Scarlet Witch 1/4 Scale coming out, so hopefuly she’ll be shipping soon (You can see her HERE)

I apologize for the clutter in some of the photos - I’m still in the process of getting my collection organized and decluttering in this smaller space. 

More photos and rest of review under cut:

I’ll start with the good: I like the headsculpt a lot. The sharp geometry looks really good, and the likeness isn’t bad. It’s much smaller scale of course than the Queen Studios piece I have him displayed next to, but still clearly resembles Vision/Bettany. I love the amount of detail they put in, with the larger scale we can see the lines and shapes more clearly than the Hot Toy (which I still need to review, he arrived right before the madness that was the holidays). From an artist perspective he’s a great reference since the Legends figure is clearly based on concept art and his head sculpt is not accurate to the on-screen design (more on that RE: This piece later on), and the Hot Toy is very screen accurate but due to the movable head the lines do not always line up.  I also love the *presence* this statue has. Even next to the 1:1 scale bust, he’s impressive and catches the eye. HIs pose is simple but Vision never has the most exciting poses, and this statue is clearly meant to mirror and be displayed with the red Vision in the line to recreate the library scene. His base is a little simple but clearly emulates the set and I really like the burned out wood from the fight effect. (Pictured with Queen Studios 1:1 Bust, and the Hot Toys 1/6 Scale White Vision for scale). He looks and feels like a high quality piece.

The translucent material for his cape also looks great. I know some people are iffy on mixed media in statues, but for this piece I think it really enhances it and mimics that simulated-fabric look that the on-screen cape has. It has a wire to pose which feels a little fragile but lets you fan it out, and when the fan catches it the cape flutters which adds another fun effect while looking at the piece.

Now what I *don’t* like, and this is a peeve of mine with most of the available merch of White Vision - the sculpt is not screen accurate to White Vision’s MCU costume. I think a lot of the WandaVision merch was put into production with concept art, because aside from the Hot Toys pieces (the 1/6 figure and the Cosbaby) and the Funko Soda White Vision chase figure, none of the products released for this guy have been accurate to his final appearance in WandaVision. The main obvious difference is the groin area - White Vision has the silly little underwear design (pulled straight from the comics and it’s stupid but I love it) while this statue’s suit is clearly the red Vision costume but white. The bracers and greaves also look more like red Vision than White Vision, though the two designs are similar enough it’s not that noticable. There is also an interesting panel on the pack where the cape rests against his shoulders, that is not present on *either* white or red Vision in the MCU. It doesn’t look bad but it suprised me to see it.

That being said the proportions look good. The build and shape look very accurate to the character.

Overall though, when just looking at the piece it’s not that obvious, and I would rather have this beautiful boy than not have him. The inaccuracies were not enough to deter me from bying the statue, because he’s a very niche character to begin with, and given how few Vision collectibles were made available between Age of Ultron and WandaVision I’m taking what I can. According to the edition information on the base there are only 120 of the White Vision made, and I know that almost no pieces were put out by any major collection company for Civil War or Infinity War.  Maybe if Vision Quest rumors are true we’ll get updated pieces then, but I'm glad I’ve got this one in the meantime.

Bonus Comment: He has a nicely sculpted ass. Just saying.

There we go! It was fun to give this piece a review. I didn’t say as much about the Queen Studios piece because honestly he’s just breathtaking but I would like to review more pieces in the future. I love high-end fandom collectibles like statues and Hot Toy figures, and my collection brings me a lot of joy.

#wandavision #white vision #iron studios #marvel #MCU #Marvel collectible #statue collecting #statue review #my collection

[lokiwhitewolf]

Red Hot Winter- Chapter 11

trigger warning- sex scene, death scene- minors dni

Chapter 11- “Revelations from the goddamn vampire”

Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie had gone out for brunch, leaving Davina with Josh at the compound. Josh still didn’t have a daylight ring and Davina didn’t know how to make one. Bonnie had agreed to teach the young witch the ropes since the young witch had revealed to Elena that when she was on the other side, the ancestors tortured her for helping the vampires and not taking the side of the witches. Klaus had the spell for the daylight ring on the original witch’s grimoire, but Elijah had yet to be persuaded out of his brother’s hand.

“You and Klaus?” Bonnie said after they placed their order. “And you and Elijah? Am I the only that didn’t get the memo?”

“In my defense, I was always attracted to him. Whenever I had to act as a distraction, it wasn’t a lot of faking on my part. All it took was him asking for my confession and then he kissed me, and then he took me to his bed and begged me to stay throughout the night and honestly how could I say no?”

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with him making you the queen of New Orleans,” Bonnie said.

“Okay, he only told me about making me queen the morning after, and I don’t care about that. I only want to be with him, even if it means being queen of this city.”

“What about you, Katherine?” Bonnie asked, careful not to say Elena.

“Rebekah brought me here, and the last time me and Elijah had spoken we were in a terrible place” Which was true. Elena practically said it felt good to watch the thoughtful letter he had written apologizing to her for his action of having her sister kidnap her. “And when I found him, I had my humanity off and he brought me back, and he had made his intentions clear from the beginning, he said he wanted a relationship with me. And I said yes, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Wow, it's just a bit odd, it takes so much to get used to,” Bonnie said. “We used to fight these people, and now we’re living with them.”

“They’ll do anything for each other, Bonbon,” Elena said, smiling, as their food arrived.

They had begun eating, continuing their conversation when they were interrupted by Genevieve.

“Katerina.” She said, approaching the group. Bonnie looked at her intensely, prepared to fight her. “I’m not here to fight. I just want you to relay a message to Elijah.”

“Why should I?” Elena asked. “You tied me to a tree with vervain ropes, put a course on him, and made him kill me.”

“He didn’t. And I’m sorry, I should’ve known better, that you two were sharing blood. I am aware that no magic can break that bond.” She looked down as if she was disgusted with herself. “But I need you to ask Elijah if I and my coven can celebrate the Feast of The Blessings, which is when the community offers the witches gifts in return for blessings. Davina has to take part in the Feast because she was part of the Harvest”

“Why don’t you ask Klaus?” Asked Caroline.

“Klaus has made clear that he will kill me if he has the chance. That’s why I’m requesting Elijah. We all signed the contract, I’m following the rules.”

“I’ll ask him,” Elena said.

Later, after they arrived at the compound, Bonnie went to the roof with Davina to teach her magic, Caroline had gone out to meet Klaus and Elena went to look for Elijah.

She was about to climb up the stairs when someone pulled her by the arm and pushed her against the brick wall. It was Elijah, smiling at her, with one hand holding her waist and another touching the wall, his body flush against hers.

“I missed you.” He said.

“I missed you too.” She said, putting her hands on his neck, and sighing.

“What’s wrong my love?” He asked, noticing something was wrong.

“I’m..nothing.” She said, secretly hoping he’d dropped it, but knowing he wouldn’t.

“Tell me, please.” He said, looking at her. She could never say no to his eyes.

“I’m just… tired of pretending to be her every time I’m out of here, it’s getting exhausting.”

“I know my love, I’m tired of calling you by another name when we’re outside. I want to shout out at the top of my lungs how much I love you, Elena Gilbert.”

“Really?” She asked, playing with the hair, on the nape of his head, smiling.

“Shouting out to the world how much you brought this deadman’s heart back to life, that you are the love of my life, Elena Gilbert.” He said, whispering, and kissing her. It was only supposed to be a kiss. Technically they were alone on the first floor. Klaus had gone out to buy things for his daughter with Caroline, Hayley was in the bayou and Bonnie was too far away with Davina.

Moving closer to each other, Elijah kissed her while pressing her against the cold brick wall.

Elena felt safe in his embrace, her want to be with him growing as his hands roamed her body. She felt her heart race as he whispered her name in her ear, his arousal clear against her as Elijah pressed her farther against the wall and kissed her passionately.

He wanted to savor every second with her, to let the intensity of the moment completely consume him. Her breath was hot against his neck, and his hands roamed over her body as they kissed deeply. He could feel her arousal growing with every breath, and his adrenaline taking over.

He opened his pants grabbed her hand and lifted her skirt, pushing her panties to the side, pushing himself against her as she let out a moan of pleasure. Her body began to convulse as she felt him move in perfect synchronization with her. It felt like all of time had stopped in that single moment, and he could feel her pleasure on every inch of his body. He pushed himself deeper, feeling her walls tighten around him.

He could feel the electricity flowing between them, feeling the warmth of her body intensify as he explored every inch of her. Elena gasped as the sensations began to overwhelm her, and Elijah reveled in the pleasure he was bringing her. His growing excitement was too much for him to control, so he moved his mouth down her neck, his tongue and lips igniting a fire deep within her. Their movements became faster and more passionate, and soon Elijah could feel the intensity rising inside of him.

Suddenly, Elena's body shook as wave after wave of climax crashed over her, and Elijah followed close behind, erupting in pleasure as he felt her exploding on him.

When they finally pulled away, Elijah felt a sense of deep connection to Elena.

Elena's heart was beating furiously as she kissed Elijah intensely. She snaked her hands up under Elijah's suit jacket to feel his strong back against her palms, and as his lips lapped up the flavor of her own, she felt an incredible rush of pleasure and excitement course through her veins. They stayed in that moment for what seemed an eternity, before finally parting.

Elijah carefully put Elena back to her feet, holding her steady.

“I love you Elena,” He said, lovingly.

“I love you too, always and forever.” She said, smiling at him. His smile got bigger and he hugged her as if he could never let her go, while she hugged him back.

“I’ve waited so long for you to say these words, my love.” He said, tearing up.

“I was just waiting for the right moment, and I guess after my boyfriend completely rails me against the brick wall was the moment.” She said, smiling, making him laugh.

He stepped back and held her face with his hands.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you Elena Gilbert.”

“I know how much I’ve waited for you and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with with you.”

He couldn't take it any longer and allowed his strong arms to pull Elena close to him and lock their lips together. He kissed her lovingly and deeply, feeling the electricity from their embrace and the energy that surged between them. She tasted sweet like fresh strawberries and he groaned lightly in response. Elena responded eagerly and before they knew it they were lost in a moment of love. When they finally broke apart, they shared a tender laugh and Elijah smiled wide, his heart full of love.

Later that day, she had finally told him what Genevieve had asked and Elijah had allowed since the peace agreement would require the factions to use the public space every once in a while.

A few days early, the night of the feast had arrived, and all of the factions were invited as long as they sent representatives of their own. Hayley, as alpha of the wolf pack that now had broken the curse thanks to Sabine’s concoction, was representing the wolves, Francesca represented the humans, and the rest of the humans were either tourists or actual residents that had no idea an actual war was happening on their backyard.

The Mikaelsons were taking part as well, although Klaus said he’d be late because he had something to take care of and told Caroline to go with Elijah, Elena, and Bonnie. Marcel had been exiled across town by Klaus, and he couldn’t come.

Davina seemed to be enjoying how the humans were receptive to the witches, though Monique was less than welcoming towards her, as was Genevieve.

When the offering began, all of the witches that had resurrected were given gifts, except for Davina. The people were instructed to ignore her and that was making Elena angry.

“Elijah, we have to do something!” She told him, watching Davina getting humiliated by the community.

“We have a gift, my love, we just have to wait for the right time.” He comforted her.

It was just then that everyone heard the sound of drums. Suddenly, at the top of the stairs, a group of five drum players yelled:

“This is a message from Marcel Gerard. This is war!” And next, they cut their throats, and the power went out. The vampires that didn’t have their self-control immediately attacked the humans.

“Elena” Elijah said, looking for her in the crowd since panic had ensued.

A few minutes later the power came back. A few tourists and locals had been killed, but that was the least of their worries now.

Elijah found Elena backed in a corner, protecting Hayley. The doppelganger had been bitten herself by other vampires, but she took the hits to protect the expecting wolf. Elijah, Bonnie, and Caroline went to them.

“Elena? Did you call her Elena again Elijah? Just like you said you loved Elena and not Katerina when I put a curse on you.” Said Genieve. Elijah was assessing Elena’s wounds, but her lacerations were already healing.

“You know, there is no record of Elena Gilbert dying in Mystic Falls, but there is a record of Jeremy Gilbert dying” Said Francesca, getting close to Genieve.

“The witches had been whispering that Katherine had gone to hell, not the other side” Monique steps in, after noticing how the originals took a liking to Davina over her.

Elena had lost it after Francesca brought up Jeremy. Her eyes turned black, her veins popped up and her fangs came down. She was about to go on Francesca and Genieve when Elijah and Caroline held her down.

“Don’t, don’t it. It’s not worth it.” Said Caroline.

“She talked about Jeremy, she has no right to talk about him!” Elena said, trying to free herself.

“So it is true,” Francesca said. “The Mikaelsons were fooling us all this time”

“I reckon this means the treaty is over,” Genevieve says. “So I have no reason to fear the big bad Katherine Pierce. All I see is her doppelganger.” The ginger witch lifted her hand to cast a spell when Bonnie stepped in.

“Don’t you dare,” Bonnie said.

“The ancestors are not happy with you Bennet witch,” Monique said.

“I’m tired of pleasing the ancestors. I just want to help my friend. She didn’t ask to be Katherine’s doppelganger. And you” She said, turning to Francesca. “had no right to bring up Jeremy’s death. Katherine killed him to bring Silas back. I took down Silas. I could’ve killed Klaus had Elijah not stepped in. If you want to kill Elena, you’ll have to go through me.”

“And me,” Davina said, walking to them, and standing beside Bonnie. “Ever since Elena got here, she’s treated me better than all of you combined. She never wanted anything from me. If you want to kill her, you’ll have to kill me.”

“Would you betray your own family?”Monique asked Davina.

“You are not my family,” Davina replied.

Elena got herself back under control and grabbed the gift they had for Davina.

“Thank you, Davina.” She said, coming closer to the witches. “Yes it's true, I am Elena Gilbert, I am not Katherine Pierce. Katherine is dead. I came here of my own free will to help the Mikaelson’s, but don’t act as if any of you would’ve done any better to get this town rid of Marcel. Klaus used my blood to break his curse, and sometime later I became a vampire. I came here with Rebekah and I decided to stay because I found something to live for.” She said, looking at Elijah. “But I couldn’t help but notice that even though this was supposed to be a feast of the community giving offerings to the witches, you Genevieve, and Monique have orchestrated for Davina not to be offered anything. We have an offering for her, that’s so much better than any offering any of you have received.” And with that, she gave the gift to Davina.

It was a velvet blue box. Davina opened it and it contained a spell for the daylight right.

“Now you can make Josh one,” Elena said, smiling. Davina reciprocated the smile and hugged Elena, who hugged her back. Monique and Genevieve looked at the scene with jealousy. That offering was indeed better.

“If I could make an offering myself to the host of the party,” Klaus said, making an entrance, that only he could. “While everyone was here, enjoying or surviving, “He said, looking down at the bodies. “the feast, I was back at the compound. You see, someone Genevieve sent to steal my mother's, the original witch’s, grimoire. But she forgot to tell that poor warlock what he was getting himself into.” Klaus opened the box he holding, shielding away from Caroline. It contained the hands of the warlock. He dropped the box on the floor.

“You’ve made a huge mistake!” Genevieve said. “I’ll bring the end of you and your family!

Klaus simply smiled and got closer to her. He grabbed her by her neck, asphyxiating her.

“That’s twice you’ve tried to come for me and my family. My reason to kill you remains the same: my queen doesn’t deserve to walk over your corpse. If there’s a third time, I won’t hesitate.” He lets go of her and turns to his family. “Let’s go home.”

Back at the compound, after they took their clothes off and put on their pajamas, Elijah and Elena went to the kitchen. Elijah made them both tea, and they sat near each other.

“I know why you did that,” Elena said.

“Did what?”

“Called me by name. You don’t want to have to hide our relationship any more than I do.” She said, taking a sip of her tea and looking at him.

“It’s true. I don’t want to hide it. I just…”

“Didn’t expect it to happen in a witches' festival and they’d try to kill me?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m used to it by now.”

“They wouldn’t try anything with too many witnesses. And Davina taking our side took them by surprise.”

“Elijah, I wanted to come for them when they brought Jeremy up. They had no right to do that.”

“No, they didn’t my love. And I’ll make sure they’ll pay for it.”

“Seems like you’ll have to get in line, Klaus will make them pay first,” Elena said, smiling.

“Thank you,” Elijah said.

“For what?”

“For protecting Hayley.”

“She’s family. Soon we’ll have a little niece running around the compound making Klaus mad.” Elijah laughed, loving how she was referencing Hayley’s daughter as their niece.

“That’s a scene I’d love to see,” Elijah said, kissing her next.

Though the night had ended well, they had lost one advantage they had: Katherine Pierce. And all the factions now knew. That didn’t mean that they weren’t afraid to mess with Elena, although Elijah was known as the noble one, he was ruthless when it came to protecting his family.

The Mikaelsons were winning the war, for now.

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[witchesoz]

What we know of Oz: Book 2, the last witch battle

And now we reach the final act… THE ULTIMATE BATTLE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL!

Well actually a battle between useless heroes and useless antagonists as the true two real powers of the book, Mombi and Glinda, actually try to subtly defeat each other.

# Last time we checked, Glinda’s army just arrived at the Emerald City. Now Queen Jinjur and her soldiers, upon seeing the vastness and power of Glinda’s army, realize that they’re done for. They might be petty, cruel, tricky and selfish, but they are not stupid and they know that knitting-needles can’t fight against spears and swords. Jinjur though doesn’t want to surrender, so while she still has control over the Emerald City she decides to use her advantages, by sending an agent with a white flag to engage a parley with the enemy. And when Glinda reveals that all she wants is for Jinjur to give to her “old Mombi” as a prisoner… Well, this fills Jinjur with “dismay”.

Because you see, ever since Jinjur “hired” Mombi’s services, the witch has basically taken the power in the Emerald City. Mombi managed to become Jinjur’s “chief counsellor”, and as all good evil vizirs do, Jinjur is now “terribly afraid of the old hag” and is basically dominated by the witch’s will. [We also learn here finally how Mombi can see so many things when she physically can’t and learn about stuff before she is actually notified about them – she carries in her pocket a magic mirror she can use to look at the rest of Oz, in this case she uses it to study Glinda’s army outside the walls without actually going out]. Mombi of course refuses to become Glinda’s prisoner, and warns Jinjur that if she gives her up, the girl will lose her throne (something Jinjur refuses because she would be forced to “make beds and wash dishes for my mother once again”). So Mombi devices a clever plan so that the two women can obtain what they want: they use the pretty little Jellia Jamb (the maid of the royal palace we saw beforehand in the book), and Mombi uses a magical rite “with which she was familiar” which exchanges their appearances. It means Mombi looks now like Jellia, while Jellia looks just like Mombi, and it is this fake Mombi that is sent as a prisoner. However the plan is failed when poor Jellia ends up bursting into tears when interrogated by Glinda, and the Sorceress immediately realizes it is a trick (as visibly Mombi would never cry) – so with a “few potent words and making a peculiar gesture”, Glinda breaks the spell, giving back to each person their real appearance.

# Now Glinda is really angry, and sends a new message to Jinjur: give up the witch now, or suffer the consequences. But Mombi is full of trickery and devices a new plan. Jinjur opens the gates of the Emerald City and tells Glinda “I can’t find Mombi anywhere, but if you want to go look for her, go ahead, be my guest. But if you do not find Mombi by sundown, you must promise to go away in peace and not bother me again”. Glinda agrees to this, because Mombi is for sure inside the City and had no way to flee. However, they search everywhere for the witch, up until sundown, without finding anything, and the Sorceress realizes that “she had been defeated by the superior cunning of the aged witch”, so she returns to her tent. The next morning she summons the heroes and they discuss what to do – Glinda has promised not to hurt Jinjur or attack the Emerald City, and yet only Mombi has the key to where Ozma is, and Glinda still cannot understand how she was defeated by “an old Witch that knows far less of magic than I do”. However she notices something… a red rose, that the Tin Woodman put on the tin buttonhole of his tin bosom. He picked it up while visiting the garden of the royal palace the previous day – he was so fond of flowers he picked this one, which was so beautiful. The thing is that the flower actually slightly tremble under the sight of Glinda… And then it clicks. She understands what happened.

Mombi has two specialties in magic. One was illusion, we saw that. The other? Transformation. And Mombi did just that to escape Glinda: she turned herself into a red rose growing on a bush of the garden of the Emerald City’s palace. Glinda never thought of it, but now she realizes that this very rose is the rose that has been plucked by the Tin Woodman. Why didn’t Mombi turned back into herself and fled during the night she spent at the camp? Because of her own cruel nature – she decided to stay a bit to “enjoy the humiliation” of Glinda. This turned out to be her outdoing, as it left enough time for Glinda to identify her.

So Mombi, in the present day, immediately abandons her shape of a rose and rather turns into a “Shadow”, gliding along the walls of the tent to the entrance – but Glinda, “not only equal in cunning, but far more experienced than the Witch”, closes the entrance of the tent so that Mombi could not escape. Then Mombi turns into a “black ant”, and starts crawling over the floor in hope of finding a crack or a crevice, but unfortunately the floor is too hard and too smooth. Glinda notices the ant, starts to pick it up… and Mombi, panicked, terrified, decides to do one last transformation: she turns herself into a “huge Griffin” to tear the tent away and flee “with the speed of a whirlwind”. Glinda, without one moment of hesitation, jumps on the back of the Saw-Horse and screams at him the most encouraging but also the most savage thing you will hear from a Good Witch’s mouth: “Now you shall prove you have a right to be alive!”. And so the fast, never-ending Saw-Horse and the magical Griffin starts a race that the others have a hard time keeping up with.

# The race crosses the numerous meadows surrounding the Emerald City – the heroes have to follow them with the Gump. Mombi might have escaped – because she did not chose a “Griffin” out of nowhere, she chose it because “its legs were exceedingly fleet” and “its strength more enduring than that of other animals”. But she could have never guessed that she would be followed by an equally fast Saw-Horse unable to feel tired. Now, Oz being a “small land”, the two ultimately end up reaching the desert surrounding Oz, but it does not stop them: the two witches start “racing across the deep sands”. Unfortunately for Mombi, she begins to feel tired and can’t keep up, so she ends up falling down, exhausted, in the sands, and Glinda captures her by pulling a “slender golden thread” from her girdle, and throwing it “over the head of the panting and helpless Griffin”. This destroys the “magical power of Mombi’s transformation” and turns back the animal into an “old Witch”.

As you might note, while later in the Oz books the deserts surrounding the country become deadly parts of the land on which you can’t even walk, in the original Oz books it is just a normal desert, but one you cannot cross over by foot. Already in the first one, it was merely mentioned that no one had ever crossed them or knew what lied beyond them ; and now we see again that people can walk on it, but not for long.

# And so Glinda takes Mombi prisoner. (We have other confirmations that she is quite an ugly old woman, as per the Woodman’s words, and that she hates kindness – when the Woodman suggests using it on her, she gives him a “glare so horrible” that the Tin Woodman “shrank back abashd”). Glinda does threaten Mombi with an execution if she does not stop defying her will and refuses to answer her questions about Ozma (but she warns the heroes that it is merely bluff and she won’t truly put her to death, it is just a way to have her speak). If she does speak and reveals what she knows, Glinda promises instead of death to have her drink a “powerful draught” that will make her forget all the magic she ever learned. Mombi is furious at the idea of turning into a “helpless old woman”, but as the heroes point out, it is either that or death.

Mombi does answer the question, but plays an untruthful game by not telling exactly what the others want or outright lying: when asked why the Wizard visited her three times, she answers “Because I would not come to him”, and then she says he came to learn the way she made tea-biscuits. Hopefully for Glinda, she has one useful item for interrogating stubborn witches: an immense white pearl attached to a slender chain that she wears around her neck (and otherwise keeps in a beautiful golden casket). The pearl rests on Glinda’s bosom, “directly over her heart”, and every time someone tells a lie, it turns from white to black.

So Mombi decides to drop the act and just entirely give up. She reveals that the Wizard came to her with “the girl Ozma”, who was no more than a baby at the time, and he begged her to conceal the child. In exchange he taught her “all the magical tricks he knew”, and according to Mombi “some were good tricks, some were only frauds”. But she kept her part of the bargain: she enchanted the girl and transformed her… into a boy. She points her long bony fingers towards Tip. Yes, Tip is actually Princess Ozma in an enchanted form.

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TUN TUN TUN!!!! This was the big reveal of the book, THE major twist. Tip was Ozma all along! Of course, in modern days everyone knows the reveal, but back then it was a major stuff. You might also have noticed that "The Marvelous Land of Oz" has a structure quite similar to "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" when it comes to travels. I mean... The first travel is always to the Emerald City (one from Gillikin, the other from Munchkin country). Then it is followed by a travel to the West (one to see the Tin Man, the other to see the Witch). And then a return to the City, followed by a new journey from the City to the South to see Glinda. However past that, "Marvelous Land" enters into knew territories.

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

In the Court of the Nameless Queen by @natalieironside is so so good. It’s a collection of fantasy erotica short stories that take place in the same world. They all follow or feature Freydis Thorkilsdottir in her journey as a war witch of the Nameless Queen. My favorite was definitely “The Carnival of Carnal Delights” partly for the word play of the title but mainly for the way it weaved all the previous stories together in such a mysterious setting. I do wanna give a content warning for spiders, I definitely underestimated the amount of spiders/spider imagery that would be in these stories but that wasn’t enough to turn me off of the stories altogether.

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#4

Blacknatural Route 666

Dean gets an article sent to him from John about a string of deaths happening at a plantation museum in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. We see that there have been several texts from Dean asking about his whereabouts/asking for help that have gone unanswered. Dean shows this to Sam (who is more interested in talking about all the unanswered messages). Sam expresses apathy about these deaths, since they were all from various plantation weddings that happened on the grounds. Dean insists on going, Sam rolls her eyes at his blind obedience.

When they arrive, there has been another death. As they investigate the crime scene, they run into the journalist who wrote the original article, Cassie Robinson. They speak privately with her and it's revealed that she knows who they really are and what they really do because she and Dean used to date and he told her. A budding crime reporter, she insists it's a human, the Winchesters suspect a ghost. They pool their energy and resources to investigate. Sam and Cassie bond over being more interested in the killer than the victims while Dean pretends he's actually very invested and not just here because their dad told him to be there.

So they do the research, the superstitious ones at the museum think it's the ghosts of slaves who died there. TWIST! It's the plantation owner. So they dig up his grave and burn his bones, his ghost appears and bursts into flames, they think they did it. TWIST AGAIN! The murdery one was actually the plantation owner's wife, who inherited the house and her spirit is tied to it. There's a fight, Cassie sets a match to various rooms in the house while Sam and Dean distract Mistress Ghost. They hightail it out and stand a safe distance away outside the impala, bathed in the flickering light of the flames as they watch it and the ghost burn with grim satisfaction

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#3

JANINE DUMPED HIS ASS

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#2

Black Batman

I've been thinking about how dope a Black Bruce Wayne would be, so here's a story summary and fancast:

Thomas and Martha Wayne both come from old money Black families in the predominantly Black town of Gotham. The city was flooded with supervillains over time, mirroring the way real-life Black communities have been flooded with drugs to create a reason to crack down on those communities. Some of these supervillains were planted there by the government, some are Gothamites reacting to the stressors of life there. Inspired by the actions and policies of the Black Panthers, they start a number of community programs, like free breakfast for kids during the summer when they can't get a meal from school. When their actions start getting a little too radical, someone in Gotham has them assassinated.

Lamorne Morris as Bruce Wayne. When, shortly after his parents' murder, a paparazzi harrassed Bruce with comments like "Smile, Brucie! Why so serious?" he cultivates a carefree but dimwitted party boy persona in public to protect himself. He regularly exposes corrupt dealings, both political and corporate, by "endorsing" them and saying the quiet part so loudly that it ruins their aspirations and credibility, while making himself look too dumb to know that he wasn't supposed to say that. In private, Bruce is much more serious and reserved. He uses both Wayne Enterprises and his own resources as Batman to try and provide for the people of Gotham. He can see Gotham for what it is, both the glamorous facade and the gritty reality, but Gotham (and others) can never see who he truly is, under his Batman mask or his Bruce Wayne mask.

His rule of no killing, in addition to a reaction to his parents' murder, is also born out of his belief in community. No matter what they've done, all these people are still citizens of Gotham who have been failed by the institutions that are supposedly there to protect them. For better or for worse, Batman refuses to kill because Bruce wants to save them all.

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My #1 post of 2022

the self insert cast of Blacknatural

Sam: me :D

Dean: Keiynan Lonsdale

Cas: John Boyega

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[azlrse]

Sealed with a Kiss (Yandere Hollyberry Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: yandere themes, forced marriage implied kidnapping, so much angst and a bit of fluff and ooc Hollyberry Cookie (?)

A/N: I've been brainrotting about this plot for so long-

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Every cookie on the Hollyberry Kingdom was so excited. Cookies from afar, wether they're from a noble bloodline or cookies from different kingdoms of Earthbread, were about to witness the royal wedding of Hollyberry Cookie and her wonderful lover. Everyone was clamoring for the special event held within the kingdom as the sound of the palace bells were ringing from above.

Some of them were really curious on how you look like, dressed in a beautiful satin attire that symbolizes your transition towards royalty. While some cookies felt really proud that the protector of their home has someone to cherish and love for all eternity. However, their picture perfect vision towards you isn't what they think.

Here you are, staring into the mirror while being dressed on your wedding attire, decorated with lots of heart shaped embroidery and good laced within the expensive cloth. "You are a really lucky cookie, your grace." The maid said as she finishes up placing the vail on your hair. "The queen herself must have loved you so much, hence that's why she chooses you not only to be her king/queen but also her spouse."

Heh, if she only knew that she kidnapped you and taking away the life that was once peaceful....

You desperately wanted to experience freedom, after being confined within the castle walls for so long and being pampered with her riches and affection. You didn't want this kind of life! You just wanted to live your life as a peasant who plants and sells flowers for a living!

In your mind, you hatched a plan for your escape. Disguising yourself as someone who works in the castle and sneaking out from the kitchen backdoors sounds like a good plan, right? You were a bit scared on what happens if you failed to escape. Will Hollyberry be angry at you for performing this kind of stunt? Will she chained you up in the shared bedroom that you were first confined in when you first arrived? You didn't know. You just prayed to the witches that you successfully escape her grasp and go back home at the arms of your family.

"You have to stay here, my love. It's too dangerous for you to wander around, especially on the forest that was right beside my kingdom. It's for your own good.."

"Is that all, your grace? I could escort you in the venue's entrance if you want." The maid said. You just wanted your time alone. "No, thank you. I'll walk outside when I'm ready." The maid only bowed in response, walking towards the door and closes it behind you.

Without hesitation, you strip out from your wedding attire and puts on the outfit when you still had your normal life; just a simple outfit with a long cloak to hide your identity. Hell, you'll be mistaken as a maid if they're foolish enough that the cookie who walked passed was the queen's significant other.

Now, you're ready to fight for your freedom.

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Hollyberry Cookie was standing in front of the two thrones resided in the middle of the room, a new one was placed a while ago. She was so excited that (y/n) Cookie, her beloved, was going to be the new royal of the Hollyberry Kingdom. Ruling by her side and if you wanted, have heirs to continue the kingdom's legacy.

Dressed in a very expensive dress, she walked passed the wedding venue when she heard the guards shouting for your name. She felt something went wrong, like very very wrong. As she enters the shared bedroom, the only item she saw was the outfit that the royal tailors made for you. You weren't in the room and she felt so sacred, knowing that you escaped from her grasp.

"Your majesty!" A guard called her attention. "Where is my beloved? I thought that they're already dressed for our special occasion?" The guard only looked down, as if he was begging to spare his life and not to be thrown in the deepest depths of the dungeon. "They escaped. We're so sorry, my queen." What the guard said made Hollyberry Cookie really disappointed yet angry towards you. "Find them. Close down the kingdom gates and make sure no cookie left my kingdom. If you leave a single scratch on my beloved, I won't hesitate to throw you and the others on the dungeon."

The guards only shooked and replied, "Yes, my queen." as they ran towards the doors, screaming the order on the other guards to close the gates. They need to find you! For the sake of their lives and yours, you need to return and to be wed off!

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You run as fast as your little legs could carry you as the guards shouted for your name. You didn't know that Hollyberry herself would issue an order to close all of the gates of the kingdom, making it impossible for you to escape. As a last resort, you escaped through the fence and if you're lucky, a boat would be waiting for you in the port.

It didn't go as planned when your cloak was stuck on the fence, causing one of the guards to call your name.

"There they are!"

"Comeback your grace!"

"The queen needs you, you have to return to the palace!"

You were about to jump on the boat when out of nowhere, something knocked you, causing you to fell into the cold waters of the river. It felt like a sugar brick was thrown on your head really hard. As you were about to be passed out, you heard your captors cries of regret, apologizing over and over again for your demise.

Carrying you out of the water, Hollyberry only cradled you closer as she and the guards walked across the secret path that leads towards the castle. "I'm so sorry for knocking you out with my shield, my beloved. I'll make it up to you once we were married. I already promised you that I'll love and cherish you until the end of time."

Fast forward a few days later...

Placing the crown on your head, Hollyberry kissed you as the priest declared the both you as a married couple and the new crowned ruler of the kingdom. Everyone on the kingdom was cheering for the both of you as soon as the both of you made an appearance on the castle's balcony, waving towards her citizens.

Now you are trapped within this loveless marriage, well except for the ancient herself. Not to worry, dear reader, because with so much love and dedication your wife will show towards you, you will learn your right rightful place within the Hollyberry Kingdom.

After all, what's even wrong being the new ruler of your wife's kingdom? With just a crown on your head and sealed with a kiss, you will be Hollyberry Cookie's lover, for all eternity.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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[queen-of-the-vampires]

Don’t Mess With The Queen

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?

Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.

Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.

No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.

Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.

“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.

“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”

“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.

“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.

“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.

What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.

Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.

You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.

If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.

“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”

“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”

“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”

Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.

They’re planning on killing you, my love.

It’s cute if they think they can.

They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.

I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.

I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?

Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.

Are you sure?

I’m always sure, love.

You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.

“I do know where Klaus lives.”

“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”

“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”

“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”

“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.

Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.

No one messes with the King and his Queen.

When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.

“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.

“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”

You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.

“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.

You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.

“Is Klaus here?”

“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”

“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.

“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.

“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”

“We should get going,” Elena whispers.

“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.

Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.

“My daylight ring isn’t working.”

“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.

“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.

“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.

“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”

Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.

“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”

“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”

“Tenfold.”

“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.

You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.

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[princesssarisa]

Snow White Winter: Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs (2019 South Korean CGI animated film)

At last we arrive at the most recent big-screen adaptation of Snow White: it's a very loose adaptation, of the "fractured fairy tale" variety, but it's a Snow White variation nonetheless. When it was released in the US, it suffered from a notorious body-shaming add campaign, which made a mockery of the fact that this version of Snow White is a fat girl who only gains a temporary delicate figure by magic. But those adds were misleading. In the actual film, Snow White's true form is never ridiculed, and the overall message is against body-shaming and against judging by appearance.

A prologue establishes the setting of Fairy Tale Island, where the first characters we meet are the seven dwarfs. Or rather, seven tall, handsome heroes known as the Fearless Seven: the British-accented Merlin who shoots magical lightning, the burly Scottish-accented Arthur, the French-accented Jack who has an invisibility cloak, the German cook Hans who fights with a frying pan, and the Italian inventor triplets Pino, Noki and Kio. Unfortunately, one day they make the mistake of attacking a fairy princess, because her green skin makes them assume she's a witch. As punishment, she transforms them into green-skinned dwarfs, and only a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world can break the spell.

Meanwhile, King White has disappeared, and his daughter, the chubby Princess Snow White, knows only that her wicked stepmother Queen Regina was somehow behind it. The aging Regina's current obsession is with a magic apple tree, whose apples will transform into magic red shoes that will bestow the greatest beauty in the land onto the woman who wears them. Unfortunately for Regina, Snow White innocently picks the apples and puts on the shoes first. Transformed into a slender conventional beauty, Snow White escapes from her stepmother's wrath on a flying broomstick and crash-lands at the seven dwarfs' home.

The dwarfs are smitten by the beauty of their new guest, who calls herself "Red Shoes." They agree to help her search for her father, all the while competing with each other to win a spell-breaking kiss from her. Meanwhile, Queen Regina seeks the help of the vain, obnoxious Prince Average (pronounced "Ah-voo-rahj," he insists) to find and capture the "thief" who "stole" her shoes. This leads to a series of adventures through which Red Shoes bonds with the dwarfs, eventually leading to romance blossoming between the princess and the swaggering yet good-hearted Merlin. While this isn't the first Snow White to have the heroine's love interest be one of the "dwarfs" instead of the Prince (the 1987 Seattle Children's Theatre version and Snow White: A Tale of Terror did it earlier), this is probably the first version to have said love interest be a dwarf, whom she loves despite his strange appearance.

But when Red Shoes and Merlin are attacked by monstrous wooden bears – actually Prince Average and his bodyguards transformed by Regina – Red Shoes is forced to take off her shoes and become fat Snow White again to have the bodily strength to save Merlin''s life. Merlin's response to her real form is all too awkward, and Snow White's self-esteem is shattered. But after some soul-searching, Merlin realizes he loves Snow White as well as Red Shoes, and when Regina captures her, he hurries to the rescue. Unfortunately, he's captured himself by Regina's magic mirror – an especially fanciful, eerie-looking mirror that grows from a tree whose branches can move and grab, although its sassy personality undercuts the horror factor – and Regina uses him as a bargaining chip to force Snow White to eat a magic apple. Instead of poisoning her, this apple turns Snow White into an apple tree, which will grow a new pair of red shoes, then die when Regina picks them.

But just in time, the other dwarfs arrive and help to defeat the magic mirror, and Merlin tackles Regina before she can harm Snow White's tree form, sending both her and himself plummeting from a cliff. With Regina's death, her spells are all broken: Snow White returns to her true form, as do all the people Regina transformed into wooden animals... including King White, who turns out to have been the enormous wooden rabbit kept by the dwarfs all along. But sadly, Merlin's victory costs him his own life. When the heartbroken Snow White kisses his lips, however (in the third adaptation to gender-flip Disney's iconic kiss), Merlin not only revives, but becomes human again, because Snow White is the most beautiful woman in the world to him. Thus everyone lives happily ever after.

While this fractured fairy tale does feature some Shrek-style self-awareness and a few jokey references to Disney and other pop culture fixtures, it thankfully avoids being too brash. For the most part, it's a sweet, quirky fantasy-comedy with colorful, creative visuals, likable characters, and a good message of body positivity. The English-language voice cast is excellent all around, led by Chloë Grace Moretz as a winsome, sweetly spunky Snow White/Red Shoes, and Sam Claflin (in his second outing as a love interest to Snow White, having previously played William in Snow White and the Huntsman) as a funny yet sincere Merlin.

Is this in any way, shape or form a definitive Snow White? No. But is it a funny, charming and clever companion piece to more traditional versions of the tale? Yes!

@ariel-seagull-wings, @superkingofpriderock

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[the-big-bad-dog]

We started our new campaign! Excited to to jump into this fractured fairytale world.

Here’s some quick character art of our party and the brief back story we got so far.

- Una is tired. Tired of being locked in towers, tired of being put into magical comas and especially tired of evil witches trying to sacrifice her for some weird lame ritual. Una just wants to live her life. So she decided to spend those times locked in towers and creepy old castles learning useful things. Like how to use a sword, how to harness her naturally given magical abilities and most importantly how to escape castles and towers. (CLERIC)

-As a low level member of a street gang that operates out of Capital City, Ella is quite resourceful and street savvy. Her life took an unexpected turn during a job gone wrong. Trying to flee Ella was pursued by the city guard until she was surrounded in the town square. In a last ditch effort to escape Ella climbed the fountain in the center of the square and pulled an old sword from the top prepared to fight. But to her shock the guards stopped and just stared in awe. Thats when Ella realized, it wasn’t an old sword she pulled from that stone but instead the legendary Excalibur. (PALADIN)

-Kik is a frog. A big ass frog but nonetheless a frog. Kik wasn’t always a frog. He was once a brave and mighty warrior… or at least he thinks. Truth is he has no clue of his passed life before he was cursed. He just knows his diet has dramatically changed. These days Kik spends his days utilizing his new frog like abilities to his advantage as a member of the thieves guild. He takes as many jobs as he can to hopefully make enough gold to pay a wizard to break the curse. (ROGUE)

-Sip is in the family business of monster hunting and she’s pretty damn good. She is almost ready to be head hunter of her own squad. That was until her last hunt when Sip temporarily changed into a beast. Now that Sips family found out that Sip herself is indeed a “monster.” she was exiled.. What kind of monster is she? No one knows yet, but that doesn’t mean the Party doesn’t wildly speculate. So far we incorrectly guessed flat earther, werewolf, werecat, weretiger, werebear and a really really old ugly hag. (RANGER)

- Roq just wants to be left alone with his dogs. Roq lived a simple life in a home he built in a place known as the Valley of the Dogs. The valley is home to hundreds of strays and even one Cerberus who Roq spends his days taking care of. Until recently, someone stole the Cerberus. So Roq determined to protect all the strays, left his fae chihuahua named Ethel in charge and set out to find his missing 3 headed buddy. (WEREWOLF FIGHTER)

- Juniper Dread Frost doesn’t know what to do with her life. She is supposed to be the heir to the Witch throne of the North but she’s just too damn nice. Shes suppose to be torturing any poor and unfortunate soul who wander to far into the frozen woods but instead she gives them directions. She’s a lost cause. Now she’s on the run. She wants to to be free to make her own choices. Unfortunately The only thing in Junipers way is her mother, The Evil Witch Queen of the North Jacqueline Frost. (WITCH)

- Kris Pine was raised by trees. Yep trees. He was abandoned as an infant near the Wandering Woods. The Tree folk of the woods couldn’t bare to leave him and thus took him in as their own. Kris grew up to be a strong and fierce protector of the woods. Until One night as the trees slept an airship arrived and strange metallic men dropped from the skies and started chopping down tree folk and taking them. After fighting off the invaders and seeing the aftermath Kris was filled with rage and decided to set out and get his revenge. (WILD MAGIC BARBARIAN)

- Captain de la Vega was once the most feared pirate in the Seven Seas. Known to be quite ruthless and cutthroat, even the most deadly pirates feared him. That was until he disappeared. There have been many wild speculations on what happened to him and his crew. Some say they encountered a leviathan, some say a terrible storm and others say they all killed each other over rum. Even Del himself can’t recall what happened. All Del remembers is that he woke bloody, beaten and missing a hand on an unknown island. Luckily, a warrior tribe native to the island aided him and nursed him back to health. Del took this as a second chance at life. He vowed to never become the vile man he was before. (MONK)

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[ladyartemesia]

The Secret

◐ PART IV of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Series Masterlist ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Mature (for this installment)

Warnings: ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat. Jin’s pheromones need their own warning. Yoonji and Yunli are not the same person.

Word Count: 3600

Author’s Note: This update literally made me sob because I edited it and formatted it and it just disappeared when I posted. I seriously felt my heart drop because it took so long to format... ANYWAYS I wonder if anyone guessed the secret.

”You can’t do this, Luna ... Come back inside.”

Your hand tightened on the doorknob.

“I was just going out for some air-”

Jin shook his head, letting his lanky frame collapse onto the overstuffed chair by the fireplace. 

“And after the air... then what?”

Your terse silence was confirmation enough. 

He sighed heavily, hating himself a little for what he had to do. 

“You cannot go to him. They’ll smell you on his skin and it could cost him... dearly.”

Your eyes fluttered shut.

“I just wanted to see him...,” you whispered. “I wanted to talk to him just once before-”

A sob bubbled up in your throat and your hand flew up to cover it. 

The dawn would come in two hours. 

And then Park Jimin would be gone. 

Jin’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and you fell against him hopelessly. 

“They’re going to make me watch, Jin-ah. I-I have to watch him-”

Bitter tears overtook you, wracking your body with the violence of your despair. 

“I know...,” he murmured softly into your hair, “I know.” 

“Do you think he’ll really show up?”

The chief elder glared fiercely at the young man who dared voice such a question. 

The entire pack had jammed themselves into the clearing where the challenge was taking place and despite the solemnity of the occasion, the atmosphere buzzed with barely contained speculation. 

“Park Jimin was chosen by the goddess herself to be her champion or to be the divine test of her champion. Have some respect,” he hissed. 

The young pup had the decency to look abashed, but the chief elder was already ignoring him in favor of the newest arrival... 

A Luna wore only three ceremonial colors at any given time. 

Green for celebration and harvest was worn in times of laughter and gaiety. 

Blue for mourning and peaceful resolve was worn in times of trial and hardship. 

Red for passion and vengeance was worn in times of war and signified the sacred bonds that wove the pack together. 

Your mother laid out a blue cloak as it was the color chosen by every Luna who had ever faced down a provocatione ritual.

But you arrived in sumptuous Red. 

It was a stunning act of defiance, a wordless declaration of your fury. You were here to obey the goddess, but in a crimson cloak you would not embrace this challenge with peaceful resolve. 

An attack upon your mate, even under these circumstances, was an attack upon you. 

You had come dressed for war. 

Jimin heard the gasps echo around his meditation cell.  

He and Namjoon arrived at the sacred circle a full hour before dawn and sequestered themselves in the small, free-standing hovels on opposing sides of the the site. 

The tiny pods were spaces for an individual to commune with the goddess and center themselves before engaging in the typically life-altering events that brought them there. 

Sometimes it was marriage or celebration, sometimes it was acceptance to one of the guilds or a promotion to a higher rank within your family’s clan...

Today it was life and death and the future of the pack that weighed upon the combatants’ shoulders. 

The sudden swell of movement and sound pulled Jimin from his meditative state. 

What happened? 

He got his answer soon after an elder came to escort him into the circle. 

It was you. 

Your hands and feet were bound to the ornately carved chair they had seated you in. This was a typical precaution because it was natural for a wolf to defend their mate if they were in danger and the restraints kept the Luna from doing so. 

The pain in your gaze was agonizing, but in red, flowing down from your shoulders with fiery obstinance, you were every inch the warrior queen. 

Yet it was not your rebellious cloak or even your incredible beauty that caused his heart to pound and stutter in glorious shock...

It was the familiar praesidium bracelet wrapped around your wrist; an intimate message of devotion that he and he alone would understand. 

Pride and possessiveness roared to life in Jimin’s chest. 

She’s mine.

“You look... surprisingly calm.”

Taehyung jerked guiltily. 

“What? Me? I don’t know anything - I mean I’m not calm - I’m frantic. I - I don’t even understand the question.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raised right up into his hairline. 

“Taehyung-ah? Did you put those special mushrooms in your broth this morning? You’re acting a bit strange-”

“No,” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “This is me - this is totally normal me. I’m not - there were no mushrooms-” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “So - uh - how’s Yoonji?”

“Oh my go- really?!” 

The chief elder began to recite his speech, reminding the pack of the profound significance this moment carried...

But Yunli could barely hear his words over the ringing in her ears. Her gaze fixed on Namjoon from the moment the elder brought him forward... yet he had not glanced toward her once. 

He looked so strong and confident. 

So capable of victory. 

A faint whimper of abject sorrow worked its way passed her lips and Namjoon’s eyes flew to her instantly. 

As if he had always known exactly where she was. 

Longing split his features for a fraction of a second. 

Then his gaze shuttered again and Yunli’s wolf howled in silent, mournful agony. 

Anticipation bore down upon the assembly as the chief elder uttered the last few sentences with reluctant finality. 

The moment had come.  

Both alphas stepped into the circle. 

You began to tug frantically - futilely - against the bonds. Jin’s hand gripped yours as a tear slipped heedlessly down his cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” Namjoon whispered - to you - to Yunli - to Jimin -

To himself. 

Then his claws lengthened to a deadly point and he tore forward with a chilling snarl. 

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

———◐———

Last Night...

———◐———

“Wait - WHAT?!”

“It was... me. I broke the table.”

Taehyung drew back slowly. His eyebrows furrowed in profound confusion. 

“With what? A jackhammer!?”

Jimin tilted his head in amusement. 

“Hammerfist strike... actually.” He shrugged. “I lost my temper.”

“You - You lost your-“ Tae began shaking his head rapidly. “Is it a spell of some sort?! Goddess you know better than to get tangled up with witches! You let them give you a band aid and then they show up ten years later asking for your firstborn!”

Jimin rolled his eyes. 

“Of course not! No... it’s...” he bit his lip. “You remember that time I came to your house a little too early and... Yoonji had you tied to a bed...”

Tae paled. 

“We agreed never to speak of that.”

“And I haven’t - spoken of it - especially since Yoongi still thinks his precious baby cousin is unaware of big bad boy wolves and if he found out you were corrupting her-”

“Wait. You think I was corrupting her?!“

“The point is... it’s a secret. And I know you have your reasons for keeping it that way so... I hope you’ll understand what I’m about to tell you...”

———◐———

Fourteen Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin’s hands fidgeted nervously over the flyer that the human boy offered him. 

“But I’m only in Seoul for the summer.”

Just long enough to miss Alpha Camp entirely. 

“That’s perfect because it’s only a summer program. Seriously, you were so fast catching that jar I knocked over. Your reflexes are amazing and it looks like you’ve got the perfect build for it too.” He tapped the flyer for emphasis. “Think about it.”

No one had ever told Park Jimin that he would be good at anything like this. In fact most people told him he needed to be better...

Bigger. 

Stronger. 

His eyes traveled over the large letters printed at the top of the brochure. 

“Taekwondo...”

——◐——

“...so thank you all again for signing up and attending the orientation. I will see you tomorrow for our first class.”

A strange sense of anticipation hummed through Jimin as he gathered his coat. He was finally doing something for himself; something that had nothing to do with being an alpha-

“You’re a wolf, aren’t you...”

The young instructor who gave the initial demonstration and spoke for most of the orientation stood behind him with his arms crossed.

Jimin’s eyes widened in shock. 

“How did you know?”

The stranger tapped his nose. 

“My grandfather had a human mate and his pack exiled him for it. I’m mostly human, but this nose can pick up another wolf’s scent just as well as yours.”

Modern packs didn’t exile wolves with human mates anymore, but fifty years ago the practice was still unfortunately common. 

“I’m sorry about your grandfather.”

The young man smiled. 

“He lived a long happy life with his mate and his family. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He stretched out his hand. “Lee Taemin.”

“Park Jimin.”

They shook firmly, and Taemin continued to examine him with unconcealed interest. 

“Tell me, Park Jimin, what’s an alpha wolf doing all the way out in Seoul? The only pack around here married their last child into one of the mountain nations years ago.”

“That was my mother, actually... I’m here visiting my grandmother.”

Taemin tilted his head curiously. 

“I’ve never known wolves to be interested in human martial arts. You lot prefer to fight shifted... In fact, I doubt a mountain wolf could even throw a punch,” he snorted, “not that they’d need to with those fangs.”

Jimin’s shoulders fell a little. 

“So... you don’t think I’ll be good at it.”

“On the contrary, I think you could be incredible.”

The young wolf’s face brightened immediately. 

“Really?! Even if I’m not as strong as other wolves?”

“Taekwondo isn’t about strength. It’s about speed. Master the speed and the strength will follow.”

———◐———

“Relax your body. Focus your energy.”

Jimin drew in a deep breath as he moved  through the pattern Taemin taught him. 

“The power and speed of your wolf is constant, but most wolves do not bother channeling it in human form. Concentrate on your wolf and bring that power into your strike.” 

His hand came down on the thin press wood and-

It hurt. A lot. 

Taemin chuckled as Jimin cussed and swore, cradling his tender fist grouchily. 

“You’ll get it. Just keep practicing.”

“Are you sure I’ll be able to break the boards one day?”

The boy’s face was so round and adorably hopeful. Taemin nodded confidently and offered him some ice. 

“A human with training can break boards, but a wolf who harnessed his natural speed and strength could break much more than that.” 

———◐———

Twelve Years Ago...

———◐———

“You’ve improved a great deal since last summer. Were you finally able to find a teacher near your pack?”

“Yes - but... she’s not as good as you.”

Finding a local Taekwondo teacher had been the easy part. 

Constantly making up excuses to explain his habitual disappearances... 

That was trickier. 

His mother thought he was hunting with Taehyung, Taehyung thought he was sniffing around some human girl and needed a buddy to cover his tracks. 

Sneaking away to practice wasn’t too difficult, but he panicked when Yoongi caught him moving through forms in the woods once and pretended to be doing an interpretive dance. 

With no music.

Yoongi had looked at him a little funny since then. 

Taemin grinned. “Of course she’s not as good as me. I’m the best. Now take position and let’s see if you can finally land this kick.”

———◐———

Ten Years Ago...

———◐———

Jimin glared at the thick oak board Taemin sent him home with this year. 

“It’s a 4x6 solid oak plank. I want you to break it before the winter solstice.”

He snorted, positioning the board between the makeshift vices he fashioned to hold it in place. 

“Sure, I’ll just get right on that.”

“...Who are you talking to?”

Jimin groaned internally.

Of course. 

“Hey guys,” he turned to greet Jungkook and Hoseok brightly (while completely ignoring the question). “Where - where are you two headed today?”

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with excitement. 

“One of the elders is going to teach us how to build traps! He invited all the unmated alphas to go with him past the boundary lines to test whatever we make!”

A familiar embarrassment settled heavily in Jimin stomach. 

“Oh... I uh... I didn’t hear that.”

“I’m sure it was just a mistake that they didn’t call for you,” Hoseok rushed to reassure him. “You could come with us. I don’t think the elder would mind.”

The older boy’s gaze was filled with discomfort... and pity. 

Jimin cleared his throat and forced up a sunny smile. 

“No that’s fine - I have work to do anyways so...”

Jungkook nodded quickly, desperate to escape the unexpectedly awkward conversation. 

“Have fun!” he shouted, already beginning to jog away. 

Jimin watched quietly as their figures grew smaller, waiting till their clumsy steps no longer disturbed the stillness around him. 

He should be used to it by now... 

The passive rejection. 

It shouldn’t bother him anymore. There was no malicious intent... just casual dismissal again and again and again-

An angry roar tore past his lips as he brought his hand down on the board. 

It cracked in half. 

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Eight Years Ago...

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“It’s strange but - I feel like the better I become at this, the stronger my wolf is.”

“That isn’t strange at all. You and your wolf are two halves of a whole. The more you balance your energy, the more your strengths can be shared. Now - stop stalling and get to it.”

Jimin eyed Taemin’s latest idea with a reluctant groan.

“None of the other students have to break cinder block.”

“None of the other students are wolves. Besides, it’s been 6 years, you’ve broken stacks of boards. It’s time for a real challenge.”

“I’m lucky I haven’t broken a bone,” Jimin mumbled irritably. 

He did that day, but it was healed in a week and he broke his first cinderblock a month later.

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Five Years Ago...

———◐———

“Remember, timing is everything. Never let your opponent see what you’re going to do.”

“How many times do you think I’ve heard that over the last ten years?”

“Not enough, clearly. You’re still telegraphing with that right foot.”

Jimin’s left hand shot out and connected with Taemin’s jaw.

“Am I?”

Taemin blinked up at him from the floor. 

“Ok. I admit. That was pretty impressive.”

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Three Years Ago...

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“Oh! I’m so sorry, I was looking for Jin.”

Jimin scrambled to his feet, dumping the pile of pebbles he collected (for his mother’s garden) noisily to the ground.

“Luna...”

He took a discreet step backward as your gaze scanned the area in frustration. 

“You haven’t seen my cousin, have you?”

Jimin gulped. 

He had seen Kim Seokjin - leading a curvy beta girl (nose first no doubt) in the direction of the old wading pool. It took every bit of self-restraint he possessed not to laugh out loud each time Jin bashfully declared that he was a ‘good boy’ and to ‘be gentle with him,’ - after all, he’d given the same speech to two other she-wolves last week. 

Best not to scar her for life. Some things cannot be unseen.

His mind darted briefly to the scene he’d walked into at Taehyung’s house yesterday.

“I have no idea where Seokjin is, Luna.”

You sighed, gnawing absently at your lip while you considered his words, and Jimin felt a familiar hint of futile longing whisper through him. 

He’d never been so close to you, and now that he was, his wolf was making all sorts of insane suggestions to keep you near. 

Do a backflip. Climb a tree. Build her a house. 

Jimin bent quickly to gather his scattered stones, ashamed at the direction of his thoughts. 

You were so incredibly beautiful...

It was almost enough to make him forget that he would only ever be Park Jimin.  

He couldn’t blame the others for fighting and fawning over your attention like they did. You were the moon and every man around you was drawn in like the tide. 

“Today is my seventeenth birthday, you know.”

Jimin looked up to discover that you had moved much closer and were now looking down at him expectantly. 

He blinked. Twice. 

“I - yes. I did know.”

The entire pack was celebrating. He’d have to be comatose not to know.

“Should I save you a dance, Park Jimin?”

Up until that exact second, Jimin would have bet his life savings that you did not know his name. 

Yet here you were - so very close to him - gazing down into his eyes almost shyly.

He nodded because he couldn’t think of a single reason not to give you anything you wanted. And when you smiled so brilliantly -  he almost believed that you truly wanted to dance with him...

Almost. 

He never went to your party. 

He never danced with you.

Not that day. Not ever.

Because deep down he suspected that if he held you in his arms - even once - he would never truly let go. 

He was sure you wouldn’t notice his absence...  You wouldn’t remember talking to him by the time the evening rolled around. 

He never saw you search the crowds for his face right up until the midnight bell. 

He never saw you turn down dance after dance hoping that the beautiful boy from the forest would finally come and take your hand. 

He was your only wish that birthday. 

But he never knew. 

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One Year Ago...

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“I’ve never seen anything like your skill. You’ve long since surpassed me. I’m not sure what more I can teach you,” Taemin smiled, bumping Jimin on the shoulder, “Perhaps you should find a woman and spend a little less time practicing.”

An unwelcome flash of silver eyes and a laugh like sunshine danced through his mind. 

“No. I’m... not really the type wolf girls go for.” 

Taemin snorted. 

“I don’t believe that. Aren’t you an alpha?”

“Yes, but it’s... complicated.”

“Isn’t everything?”

Jimin laughed. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.”

Silence settled comfortably between them as they nursed several bottles of soju on his grandmother’s porch. Taemin had charmed the old hellion quite thoroughly and he would often drop by for a visit even when Jimin was back home with his pack.

“So what will you do now?” he asked. “You can’t compete. I can barely withstand sparring with you, and you’d kill a human - even if you landed a blow at half strength.”

Jimin ran his fingers absently through his hair while he pondered his mentor’s words. 

“I learned to fight because I was searching for something that would help me sort out who I was.” He scoffed. “I don’t know that I’m any closer to that goal.”

Taemin shook his head. 

“No. I think you’ve got it all wrong, Park Jimin. No one achieves what you have without knowing who they are. You’ve always been a fighter and some part of you realizes that.” He sighed heavily and finished off the rest of his drink. “Now I think you’re just... waiting.”

“For what?” Jimin chuckled playfully. 

Taemin pulled out another bottle and met his gaze with a knowing grin. 

“Something worth fighting for.”

———◐———

Now...

———◐———

Jimin remained unnaturally still, watching his rival barrel towards him with almost calculated intent. 

Namjoon’s arm drew back to land the first strike and- 

It was fast. 

So fast it almost seemed like magic. 

One moment the Kim alpha was the barest breath away from a swift and decisive victory-

Then he was crashing backwards onto the dirt. 

Those who watched carefully saw Park Jimin spin into a vicious kick, one that connected solidly with the middle of his opponent’s chest. 

Stunned silence pressed in from every side as Namjoon scrambled back to his feet, his expression wavering wildly between excruciating pain and monumental shock. 

Jimin smiled, letting his razor sharp canines lengthen menacingly as he flowed back into a perfect combat stance. 

“You didn’t think I’d just let you have her, did you?”

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I couldn't help myself from posting the next chapter already. I'm just too excited about this story and sharing it with you all! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter as well! It's probably my favorite thing I've written so far.

A few trigger warnings for this chapter: Violence, death, and childhood trauma.

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Erota

Your majesty.

The invitation had arrived at his castle months ago. It sat open on his desk with no response for three weeks. He stares down at it as he finishes putting on his attire for the evening. It was a last minute decision to go. He still wasn't confident in such a decision, but it was too late to go back on it now. His aunt and uncle would be expecting him.

Ben had been a quiet boy. Growing up on the palace grounds was very secluded. High society members visited the King and Queen of Chandrila often. Balls, banquets, and glamorous events took place nearly every fortnight. But it was rare a child would accompany their parents. It was even rarer that Ben was allowed to attend such events.

His father was a strict man. He had married into power, Queen Leia taking control of the kingdom after her father had passed. He was anointed king soon after their marriage and took on numerous responsibilities. Most notable being the military and war plans. He was a courageous soldier, fighting in many of Chandrila's most notable wars. This tough exterior and pride carried into his parenting. Han pushed Ben to be just like him. He was to be strong, both physically and mentally. Any sign of emotion was seen as a weakness.

When Ben was just a boy, no older than four years of age, he had attended a hunting trip with his father and a few other noblemen. He kept to himself as he followed the men deep into the woods. He struggled to carry his bow and arrow, the weapon still larger than him. He observed the men bantering and preparing weapons of their own. He was much too young to understand what was to happen on this trip. But he would soon find out.

The group was stopped for a break within a small clearing. The men chugged bitter wine from their flasks and exchanged raunchy jokes. Ben was too busy watching a brilliantly blue butterfly floating about to absorb their words. He is ripped from his peaceful moment as his father quickly grabs his own weapon near his feet.

"Look across the clearing there, men. We've got a large one!"

Ben follows his fathers line of sight to a marvelous buck grazing the meadow in the distance. He was immediately taken with the animal. He had wooden toys of woodland animals just like it. A smile spread across his face as he watched the buck chew on blades of grass, its long antlers sat on his head like a crown. It reminded him of the crown his father was wearing now. Ben turns to look upon it just as his father pulls back the arrow and releases it. The buck is speared in the chest, just inches from its heart. It collapses in the grass, too stunned to take off. Han yells out in frustration.

"Motherfucker! That was a clear fucking shot!"

Ben's eyes water as he watches the buck writhed in pain, releasing wails that cut through the calm woods. Han looks to Ben and sees the tears trail down his chubby little cheeks. He rips his dagger from his boot and grabs Ben by the back of his collar, dragging him towards the wounded animal. Ben cries out in protest, trying to wriggle from his father's grasp.

"No father! I don't want to go near it!"

Han stops in front of the animal, shoving Ben in front of him and forcing the dagger into his tiny hands.

"Finish him off, boy. End his suffering."

Ben shakes his head, tears still falling from his eyes. He looks from the buck and back to the dagger. Blood is flowing from where it was punctured, creating a pool near his feet.

Ben sniffles and starts to back away. He lets out a small whimper and cries out, "I can't father! It was good! It did nothing wrong!"

Han growls in anger and pushes Ben closer to the animal.

"Do it, Ben! You need to stop being so fucking weak! Good or bad doesn't matter when you're facing another man's sword. All that matters is who comes out of the battle alive."

"But this isn't a battle! It's just an animal!"

Han's anger finally boils over. He grabs Ben's hand, forcing the dagger into his little fist and shoves it through the buck's heart. Ben screams in horror and fear as blood splatters onto his arms and chest. Han releases his grip on his hand, yanking out the dagger and wiping it on his pant leg.

"This kingdom has no use for a sensitive, spineless king. Toughen up, Benjamin or you will fail."

That moment had traumatized him. His father's words sunk into his soul, like a rock sinking to the bottom of the sea. He came back from that trip a bit hardened. As he grew, he continued to collect bricks of trauma, adding them slowly to the wall he hides behind. His fortress was solidified the day his parents passed.

He never got along with his father. His relationship with his mother wasn't good either. When he was an infant, Leia doted on him. She took on the responsibility of caring for him by herself, leaving her other duties to her advisors. She spent as much time with him as possible. But when Ben was about the age of three, she seemed to abandon him. Leia brought on nannies and wet nurses to care for him.

Leia was brought up as an independent, able lady. During her time in the ton, she was one of the most desired debutantes. But by the end of the season, she had chosen Lord Han Solo, the son of a Baron in Chandra. He was below her in status, but she was so enamored with him that they married quickly after meeting. Ben was born just ten months into their marriage. He provided Chandrila with its sought after heir. But a spare would still be needed in the event that tragedy were to strike. Leia tried desperately for another child, but nothing seemed to stick. She went as far as to bring in witch doctors and herbalists in hopes of success. The spare never came and the stress weighed on her greatly. The pain became too much to bear.

Leia returned to her duties and never spoke of children again. She distanced herself from the one she had as some way to cope with her failure. Seeing her living child grow only reminded her what she was lacking. They would remain separated for the rest of her life, only seeing each other at events.

Ben was only fifteen years old when his parents died. The king and queen were travelling to Chandrakant for a meeting with the Earl to discuss funding when they were attacked. Soldiers from a neighboring kingdom ambushed their carriage during the night. They were found in the morning by merchants traveling along that path. When their bodies were brought back to Chandrila and laid to rest, Ben was crowned as king.

During his coronation, he was given the choice to take on a reign name or keep his own. Both his parents had kept their names during their rule. His grandparents had as well. But he made the decision that day to let his past die along with his family. He would take on a new name and bring on a new era for Chandrila. From that day on he was formally known as His Majesty, King Kylo Ren of Chandrila.

Kylo had been living a secluded life for many years at this point. He preferred to stay introverted, doing what he had to for his kingdom and nothing more. The ballroom that was once filled with balls and galas had been retired. An event had not been held at the palace since his parents were alive. Meetings with nobility took place in the throne room. He did not travel. He did not leave the palace grounds.

But Kylo has now come of age, surpassed it by a few years even. His advisors were now beginning to push the idea of marriage on him. A heir and spare would be needed for the succession. Kylo simply brushed off their pestering questions during court. He would take a wife when he was good and ready.

But finding a wife meant leaving the grounds to search. This meant he must attend the events of the ton. Kylo had absolutely no interest in stepping foot in such frivolous festivities. When he decided it was time, he would simply have his advisor pick a lady for him. It's not as if the marriage would ever be anything more than a societal alliance. A way for both notable families to gain from the prospect. The notion of love was not even on Kylo's mind. He had lacked it all his life, never experiencing it to know what he was missing. A marriage and creating an heir would become another royal duty for him to fulfill.

He couldn't deny that he was shocked when the invitation was brought to him in his den. The King and Queen of Corellia had invited him to the first banquet of the season. It was to be held at their summer estate in the countryside of Corellia. He hadn't been there since he was a small boy.

During the nice summer months when the air was humid and the sun stayed in the sky long past his bedtime, his family went to visit the King and Queen. Uncle Luke was his mother's twin brother. They had both been raised in Chandrila and had been very close most of their lives. When they both came of age, it was decided that Chandrila would divide into two kingdoms. One for Princess Leia to rule, and one for Prince Luke. This is how the kingdom of Corellia was created. Ever since, Uncle Luke has ruled those territories.

Kylo had been fond of him when he was young. But when his parents passed and the responsibility of Chandrila was thrusted upon him, Uncle Luke never came to help. He didn't attend their burials. He didn't assist the young boy in the transition. He too, had abandoned him.

He realized on one late night, weeks after the invitation had arrived, that this was some sort of olive branch. A way from Luke to worm his way into Kylo's good graces. But this would not be enough for him. He wanted answers. He wanted justice. Overall, he wanted revenge. So he decided then to accept the invitation. Kylo would attend this banquet and get what he deserved.

But all those plans were put on hold the moment your name was announced to the ton.

Kylo had arrived about an hour ago. He entered through a back passage he remembered as a child, so as to not draw attention to his arrival. He had taken a glass of champagne off a passing tray and stood on the outskirts of the crowd. Young ladies gawked and whispered about him, giggling amongst one another. He paid them no mind, he was on a mission and he intended on completing it.

He was slowly making his way towards the back of the ballroom where his uncle sat when your arrival had been announced. He took no notice of it initially. But he stopped in his tracks as he got a glimpse of you through the crowd. Your deep red dress stood out against the pastels surrounding him. You were delicate in your motions, curtsying before your king and waiting for his command. He watched as Luke approached you, his uncle clearly as enamored with you as he was. Everyone in the room could hear his words as he spoke to you. Singing praises and compliments that undoubtedly made you beam with pride.

Your father had led you away after your interaction with the king. Kylo lost track of you as a group of gentlemen approached him to exchange pleasantries. He did his best to be polite, not wanting to draw more attention to himself than he clearly already had. He again tried to make his way through the crowd, only this time he was in search of you.

A petite young woman appeared in front of him before he could get his eyes on you.

She had shiny black hair, pinned up with elegant pins. Her dress was a nauseating pastel green and her jewelry constantly caught the light, nearly making him squint to look at her. She presented her hand to him and gave him a toothy smile.

"Hello, your grace. My name is Charlotte Ventress, the daughter of Lord and Lady Ventress. I saw you standing here all alone and felt so compelled to introduce myself."

Kylo nearly cringes from her introduction. Debutantes we're never meant to approach gentlemen. In fact it was the other way around. Her forwardness was immediately a turn off. It's unlikely he would have been interested in her, if he hadn't already been so taken by you. Kylo clears his throat and takes her hand, giving it a gentle shake.

"Hello, Miss Ventress. I'm humbled by your need for introduction, but I'm afraid you're using the wrong titles."

Charlotte looks at him confused, an eyebrow raising at his statement.

"Is that so? Well, then what title should I be using exactly?"

Her words were laced with attitude and sarcasm. Kylo smirked to himself, looking down at his pristine, shiny dress shoes. Did he look anything less than a king? He figured his attire would have given his status away, that's why he chose not to wear his crown. By her tone, he can only assume she thinks he's below her.

"The correct title would be your majesty, miss."

At this she tries to hold back a chuckle, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her amusement. Charlotte places a hand on her hip, her posture becoming more relaxed now. She thinks he's joking.

"Your majesty? Sir, I'm pretty sure the only royalty in this room is sitting over there."

She nods her head towards the back of the room, motioning to the thrones where his aunt and uncle are sat. Oh this poor girl has no clue.

"I believe you're referring to my aunt and uncle. I'm King Kylo of Chandrila, King Luke's nephew."

He watches as the recognition flies across her features. Eyes going wide and eyebrows raising in surprise. Charlotte immediately stands back up, making a poor attempt at presenting herself as dignified. It was much too late for that now.

"Oh, you're majesty! I'm so sorry for my lapse in judgement. How silly of me."

Kylo holds back his eye roll. Just another young woman fluttering her lashes at him for his titles. He nods to her and finishes off his champagne.

"Right, of course. You must excuse me, it seems my glass is empty."

With that he walks away from her, back on his pursuit to find where you'd gone. He comes to the outskirts of the dance floor, watching as lords and ladies waltz around in circles. A waiter begins to pass by and he is quick to place his empty flute on their tray.

Kylo stands in a relaxed position, hands clasped behind his back, as he watches the couples in front of him. He raises his eyes from the dance floor for a moment, hoping to spot your crimson colored dress amongst the crowd. That's when Kylo locks eyes with you from across the room. He takes in your features, admiring your beauty. He admittedly had very little experience with women. It was a rare occasion for him to speak with them. His interaction mostly took place with the ladies in court. All of them married and much older than him.

Kylo finally understood his uncle's words to you earlier. You held his intense gaze, allowing him to see the secrets held within your eyes. He felt like he was stuck in place, frozen in time with just your look. The moment ended abruptly as a ginger haired man stepped in front of you, blocking his view of you and cutting off your eye contact.

He instantly felt possessive. Kylo could see your discomfort through your body language. He kept watch from the side of the dance floor as you took the man's arm and joined him for the next song. He wanted your full attention.

Kylo decided then that he needed more of you. He wanted to know you, needed to know you. If joining the ton and surviving this season was what he had to do to make that happen, then so be it.

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Poor baby Kylo! How are we feeling about Kylo's perspective? I'm hoping to include his view of things very often in this story. Please let me know what you think!

Love,

Allie

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