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The Ruined and its Damned

Summary: The mysterious death of certain individuals causes a Rose and her family's safety on the line. Desperate for answers, Rose must work with a group of warriors within Rumcofa to prevent her family from meeting an early death. The only problem: their presence was never made known to the settlement so now they must not only understand the reasoning behind the deaths but to also gain the trust of the suspicious settlers, specifically the newly placed Uhtred and his group of warriors sent to protect Rumcofa from any oncoming threats.

Pairing: Osferth x OC

Warning: Non-canon, spoilers if you're not caught up to s5, blood and wounds, lots of fighting

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Chapter One: Amber

- ROSE -

The air was cold, but not cold enough to keep Rose from wishing to go back in the confines of her home. If she had the option, she was sure she’d like to stay outside, basking in the silence from nature in turn for the constant ruckus her brothers and father made back in their humble cabin.

Rose closed her eyes, breathing in the crisp morning air as she let her horse trot against the horribly beaten trail she was accustomed to. Only the gentle crunch of snow and muted calls from animals greeted her. Yes, she would definitely trade days like this with her noisy family if it meant she was able to savor more of this silence, even for just a moment.

Though, she knew that would not be an option in a very long time. She was needed at home, taking care of the younger half of her brothers when she is not where she is now. Like her brothers, Rose had a duty to uphold for her family and, to some extent, even those who would ever come by the areas she always crossed through.

“Rose.” The voice, annoyingly familiar, called out to her from ahead. Rose continued to close her eyes, ignoring the familiar voice as she took in the smell of the snow and the sound of her horse trotting. “Rose—”

“Jehan if you speak once more, I will certainly make sure you come home with no game and a split lip if you continue to disrupt me.” The girl said sharply, giving her twin brother a scathing look for ruining what little time she had with the outside world. Her irritation subsided, however, when her brother cast her a look that indicated anything but jesting—eyes wide, jaw tense—that she was not most favorable to: a threat was nearby.

Quickly, Rose’s fingers thumbed at the daggers attached to her back before checking for the ones hidden in her arms and boots before pulling her hood over her eyes. “Where.” Was all she asked, head whipping around until she finally spotted the billowing smoke rising from below a cliff just several feet away.

“Sounds like there's many. Almost fifteen…” Jehan whispered in his usual low, steady voice. He halted his own horse, effectively stopping Rose’s own from moving as well. “We can’t take that many if they really are a threat…”

“Definitely not.” Rose mutters back. “How do you know it’s a threat, though?”

“I don’t.” Her brother replied honestly, his jet black hair brushing against her own set of curls as she drew closer. “But the sound of swords being sharpened is enough of a warning.”

Rose nodded, scarily impressed by Jehan’s sharp hearing. If she were alone, Rose was sure she would hear the crunching of the snow beneath her horse’s hooves instead of blades being sharpened. “Do you need me to look?” She asked, though she had already been off her horse and throwing the rope to her twin in smooth succession.

Jehan nodded. “Just get a glimpse of them, see who they are: Dane or Saxon.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “Both are threats to us no matter which one they are…”

Her brother only urged her forward with a warning look, Rose taking note that he hadn’t corrected her behavior statement. She was right, is all Rose could conclude from the silence, fingers dropping to the cross on her neck before brushing her fingers at the Yggdrasil hair beads woven into strands of her hair.

Dane or Saxon, they were surely in need to run away if they ever were to ever catch sight of Rose and Jehan’s appearance. The very thought made Rose tuck away the cross and pull her cloak’s hood further over her head as she carefully made her way over the cliff, not a sound being made by her as she glanced over the cliff.

Jehan had been almost correct; there was a camp full of men under the cliff, sixteen or seventeen to count from what Rose could spot, fingers signaling a succession of numbers behind her back for her brother to understand what was happening. They all looked worn out, tired from marching around in the freezing cold, she could only presume.

Her eyes narrowed in on six men sitting around the middle of a fire—well, four men and two boys, from the looks of things. Rose made sure to signal that to her brother as well. They were all unique in look and Rose’s eyes narrowed in confusion as she finally took notice of the group.

A mix of Danes and Saxons, she concluded, frowning as she spotted two of the six to be wearing Mjolnir around their necks and another two bearing Christian crosses. Curiously, her eyes drifted to one of the Christians; the tallest of the six, a blonde wearing garbs she only sees on monks.

It was modified, the sides ripped so he could possibly sit easier instead of being restricted by the long fabric, a sword hanging off his hips and a chestplate over the drabby beige clothing. Rose wasn’t sure what to signal, but she did her best to tell her brother what she saw with her hands.

"A… Warrior monk?” Jehan asked, voice echoing in their empty space. “The hell does that mean...”

Rose whipped her head, finger pressing against her lips harshly, heart pounding. She had yet to determine if they actually were trouble or not for them. She was too caught up in the group’s strangeness to notice the amount of weapons all of them had attached to themselves. Jehan’s eyes widened, shocked at his own loudness as well, slapping a hand over his lips.

Though that was too late.

“Whoever’s there, come out. Now.” A sharp voice, annoyingly familiar as well, ordered from below.

Sounds like Father. Rose would have mused to her brother if she hadn’t been on edge about watching these men. Her eyes glared at Jehan, who moved forward toward the cliff. Rose stayed as still as possible, body closely wrapped against the large boulders she had been laying her stomach against. Surely, she couldn’t be spotted—

“The same goes to your companion as well. Come out now.”

Rose let out an aggravated groan.

I just wanted to go outside…

- OSFERTH -

“How did he know someone else was with him?” Aethelstan asked, staring at Uhtred in wonder before turning his gaze back to the pair standing over them.

“Intuition.” Was all Osferth could offer, hand ghosting the hilt of his sword as the second figure maneuvered their way to their horse. The man already on his horse offered a stiff smile to Uhtred and Finan’s suspicious gazes.

“A fine morning to hunt, don’t you think?” The man tried to offer, the hooded figure beside him turning their head to them. Seems that even they found his ice breaker strange. From the corner of his eye, he could spot Sihtric move backward a bit, as if ready to melt into the shadows and come closer to them.

Looking back, Osferth could see the hooded figure trot their horse backward as well, as if sensing Sihtric’s movement. Osferth held a hand out to his friend, shaking his head. “The hooded one is watching you. Stay cautious.” He advised. Sihtric only nodded, keeping himself still instead.

Uhtred, always so blunt and brute, was quick to stay on the topic. “Who are you? What are you doing on this trail?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but we’re clearly all here for one thing: hunting, correct?” The man said. His dark hair, long and straight, blew with the wind as he motioned at the bow and arrow attached to him under his cloak. “What else can you do around here besides trade at Rumcofa? Besides, Blood Month is coming soon and we all know the pressures of that celebration as men, do we not?”

Cynlaef and Aethelstan nodded, making Osferth shake his head. Clearly, the man was trying to convince them of something else but he made a good argument; around this time men did go out hunting to practice. Finan was the next to speak up.

“You know of Rumcofa, yet we’ve never seen you.” Finan said, eyes glancing at the hooded figure. “And it seems like we have yet to see your friend as well.”

“She is hardly a friend. Torturer would be a better word.” The man states, earning a harsh slap in the arm by the figure. Finan snorted at the action. “She is my sister; wanted to accompany me and possibly hunt something as well.”

The man motioned for his sister to pull down the hood and Osferth was in no need to convince himself the pair were siblings. Their hair was jet black, both of their tan skin showing under the sunlight. Osferth was more focused on the girl, however, noticing the curls that were hardly contained when it gathered at the nape of her neck.

Still, Osferth can detect the discomfort on her face despite keeping it so still since she had removed her hood, unlike her brother, who seemed to be smooth at every motion he made as they continued their standoff. They were like day and night, despite their appearance clearly indicating they were possibly twins.

Finally, she spoke, eyes trained on Uhtred. “I apologize for my brother’s long winded explanations but he is not wrong; we are meant to hunt. We follow this trail often but it is a bit of a ways away and we never see anyone. Forgive us for not being too friendly at the beginning, lords. We like to remain cautious, especially in times like this.”

Uhtred nodded in understanding. Living in a village was troublesome enough; only those who have lived on their own outside of promised protection knew how much more dangerous it was to willingly trust random strangers on the road.

“I hope we didn’t scare any of the game you are seeking then. A few of our men hunted and managed to hunt quite a few animals.” An amused chuckle escaped from Cynleaf’s lips. Years of accompanying Uhtred let Osferth know it was a boast masked under a jesting. He watched as the siblings gazes settled on the dead animals stacked next to the fire.

The girl was seamless with her reaction, only offering an unreadable expression to Uhtred before saying, “I’m sure we’ll find something.”

Her voice was soft but Osferth could sense a bit of rigidness behind it, almost like the snowflakes gently coming off from the trees above and landing on warm skin; similarly, it sent shivers down his back when her voice came out. His mind wandered for a moment, questions arising left and right from his mind until he finally asked a question as the siblings pulled off from the cliffside.

“You didn’t answer the question.” He suddenly pronounces, catching everyone’s attention. His eyes locked on the girl’s own, widening as he noticed they were almost glowing from the rays of light. He was sure they were almost like gold, the color seemingly paling against the stone at the pommel of Uhtred’s sword. Gold. It looked like molten gold.

“You know of Rumcofa, yet we have never seen you there.”

A few men nodded, others looking expectantly at the set of siblings, knowing Osferth wasn’t wrong. It had been years since Rumcofa was built, Aethelstan being only a boy when they settled in the trading village. Now he was accompanying hunts, carrying steel weapons instead of practicing with wooden ones within the safety of the village walls. Throughout all those years, Osferth was sure he’d remember eyes that seemed to shine under sunlight.

He watched as the girl’s lips twitched, to a smile or a frown, he wasn’t so sure. Still, he garnered a reaction out of her and some sense of satisfaction consumed him. “We have lived here since before Rumcofa’s construction. We just wished to stay outside the village borders since we are self serving ourselves.”

Osferth nodded, taking her words to value, seemingly knowing she wasn't lying. Still, he wondered one more thing.

“What are your names?” It was Uhtred who asked the question, seemingly reading the ex-monk’s mind.

The girl opened her mouth, then closed it. She turned to her brother, who shrugged before they responded, one after the other.

“My name is Jehan.”

“My name is Rosemonde. I go by Rose.”

Rose. Osferth thought, staring at the woman thoughtfully. Rose.

Somehow he couldn’t keep the name out of his head, even when her brother, Jehan decided to speak. “It is not safe to be out here too long, lords. Even in broad daylight, there are many dangers out there you should keep watch for. My sister and I must go now. Bountiful luck to you all during your hunt.”

With that, both siblings rode off, before anyone could ask any more questions.

"Strange people.” Finan mused, Osferth nodding

Silence returned on the group, though Osferth’s mind seemed to be somewhere else, Rose’s name still repeating in his head, not wishing to forget it.

- ROSE -

“Bountiful luck?”

“Shut up.”

A look of amusement crossed Rose’s face as she eyed her brother. “You sure love hearing your voice, brother.”

Jehan sent a glare her way. “As if you could do any better, sister. You talk sweetly but look as if you’re ready to go into battle. I hardly think I’d be ever able to believe you if I were those men out there.”

Rose shrugged. “If they detect a lie, they would have had us taken away. Clearly they believed us. Besides, it’s not as if we aren’t hunting.”

She dismounted from her horse as she said this, walking toward one of their hidden traps set up not far from the trail. She listened for the crunch of the snow, ignoring Jehan’s call from behind.

“That monk sounded like he didn’t believe you!”

A smile made its way to her lips again, the idea of the blonde man wishing to know them so much amusing her. He was peculiar, she remembered thinking, watching his expression intently when she had given her name. She could see his lips moving, though she wasn’t sure what she could make him out from saying.

Rose was ready to speak once more, before a muffled scream had brought her back, the memories of the crunching snow and the warrior monk pushed to the back of her mind. She narrowed her eyes, realizing the trap she set up the night before had worked. The muffled screams turned to a panicked one as Rose made herself visible to the man trapped by the spikes dug under the soft piles of snow that were carefully packed together as if to seem stronger.

“Nasty wound you have there.” Rose responded, eyes narrowing in on the man’s leg, which had the five wooden spikes jutting out from it at the start of his ankle to just below his knees. His hair was matted and frosted over, clearly having been there for several hours. “Would be a shame if we left you here.”

“Please,” the man begged. “Let me free.”

Rose ignored him, procuring a dagger hidden beneath her sleeve. “Since you said please, I will.” The man sighed in relief. “But not before you answer some questions.”

The men let out another wail, only to be silenced as Rose struck the back of his head with the hilt of her dagger. She didn’t waste time to take out a sack from the bag hanging off her, bringing it over the unconscious man’s head. A four toned whistle was heard from a distance and Rose was quick to send a two toned one back.

From a large pile of snow close by, another dark head popped up. “He’s been screaming all day. I had to come around and shut him up a few times before he could spot me.”

“It was a good thing you did.” Rose says to her younger brother, remembering the warrior monk and his warrior friends. “Help me out, won’t you Saewin? This man probably weighs like a horse.”

Saewin only nodded, making his way around the pile of snow so quickly, Rose felt like some sense of time disappeared on her when he made his way over. They lifted the man by his arms and legs, Saewin huffing out of anger after taking careful steps closer to the road. “This man weighs more than a horse; he’s probably the same weight as Jehan…”

“Hey!” Was all Jehan offered, running to help his siblings drag the man onto the large cloth he spread out and attached to his and Rose’s horse. All three of them heaved sighs, looking at one another before nodding to one another in understanding as they stared at the unconscious man in front of them.

“Let’s go home.” Jehan mused. “Looks like we’ll be having a busy night.”

Rose only nodded, her gaze lingering longer on the man while Saewin moved to mount her horse, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach as she spotted a cross around his neck. Faintly, her fingers brushed against her own and a prayer was sent out silently, Rose praying that her way to Hell was as painless as possible before she finally made her way to her horse.

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[rosie-kairi]

Ephemer: They're all so tinyyyyyy (┬┬﹏┬┬) Rosemary: Ephy, hun, you're crying more than the babies...

The Rosephemer fan-kid triplets!!💐

Reginae, Juncea, and Nicolai (all different types of Strelitzia :>)

Reginae and Juncea's designs were inspired by Strelitzia's beta designs :)

#rosie's art #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts union x #khux #Rosemary Belrose (oc) #oc tag #kh ephemer #ephemer #Reginae 'Reggie' Ophiuchus (oc) #Juncea 'June' Belrose (oc) #Nicolai 'Nico' Ophiuchus (oc) #<- shout out Roadie for letting me use her Ephemer headcanon last name. it goes so hard #original characters #Juncea is the direct Sigrun ancestor btw that's why she keeps the last name Belrose

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

Osferth and Brynja from As It Was by @moris-auri - for Miranda, whose stories deserve to be told.

#osferth x original character #osferth x oc #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom #osferth fic #osferth edit #the last kingdom edit #miranda tag #my edit #usermiranda

[alexagirlie]

A (In)Decent Celebration

For @gemini-mama for winning my milestone art auction!

Finan and Faoladhean from her The Morrigan's Wolf Series!

Sorry it took so long!

I hope you like it!

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[finanmoghra]

damn seasons

modern!Eadith x ofc

this is my entry for @emilyhufflepufftlk 500 followers challenge, congrats again Em!! the prompts I chose were cruel summer and 'tis the damn season, so this is a two parts story, and also this is my first oc story, i hope you like it! please let me know if you want to be notified when the second part comes out.

This is a story about a relationship that changes just as seasons do. This is the story of how Tove Kjartandóttir and Eadith Flowerdew turned from friends to lovers and then from lovers to strangers.

cruel summer

'tis the damn season (upcoming)

#ems500 #eadith x oc #eadith x reader #the last kingdom #modern tlk #original female character #tlk

[medievalfangirl]

Chapter 31 features the weirdest intro to a porno you’ve ever seen + jealous Finan 😉

@geekandbooknerd @i-cordelia @prettythingsvs2 @itzmegaaaaaaan @joyofbebbanburg @misfitsandmuses @jessieray98 @inforapound @obtuse91 @thunderhawk727 @stupefyslytherin @scarletvhope @blah-blah-blah-bla @solinarimoon @morosemagick @emilyhufflepufftlk @persephones-journey @osferth @trenko-heart @lauwrite1225 @naaladareia

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Lost Voices | Chapter 7

“I think that you are the one for me, 'cause it gets so hard to breathe

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so alive and free

When you're looking at me, I've never felt so happy.”

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Liv Of Bebbanburg

Name : Liv of Bebbanburg / Liv the Savage

age : 17 (Current)

Parents : Uhtred/Gisela

✨likes✨

warm fires, cozy beds Lightning (Thinks it’s pretty) Cooking joking Around with friends and family

✨Dislikes/Fears✨

Archers Big bodies of water ie, lakes (She can’t swim) Nuns (They scare her) childbirth (Her mother died birthing her brother)

“Liv is fiercely protective of those she loves and won’t let anything get in the way of there safety or happiness but that said she is always there to lend a helping hand and tries to make everyone smile.” -Uhtred

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[writervaul-t]

The Ruined and its Damned

Summary: The mysterious death of certain individuals causes a Rose and her family's safety on the line. Desperate for answers, Rose must work with a group of warriors within Rumcofa to prevent her family from meeting an early death. The only problem: their presence was never made known to the settlement so now they must not only understand the reasoning behind the deaths but to also gain the trust of the suspicious settlers, specifically the newly placed Uhtred and his group of warriors sent to protect Rumcofa from any oncoming threats.

Pairing: Osferth x OC

Warning: Non-canon, spoilers if you’re not caught up to s5, blood and wounds, lots of fighting

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Chapter Two: Godless Heathens

- OSFERTH -

Of all his years being part of Uhtred’s party, Osferth was quite used to being pulled out of slumber in the dead of night for whatever reason. He did his best to fight off sleep as he stood in the hall, eyes glazing over to his companions, who were also most likely pulled out of sleep from the way Sihtric leaned against a pillar and from Finan rubbing at his eyes.

Uhtred and Aethelstan, the latter of which had been the one in charge of manning the night’s watch, were the only ones wide awake, eyes alert. “A body has been found. Again.” Was all Uhtred announced. “Just outside the village entrance. His body was burned to the point of no return so no one knows who he is. Heavy cuts were all over his body, like he was tortured.”

“Just like last time.” Osferth muttered to no in particular, but it was heard nonetheless from the way Uhtred shot him a glance and offered a nod in confirmation.

“Just like last time.” Was all that was echoed. “He’s been buried already.”

Osferth only nodded at the notion, signing a cross silently out of respect but also in selfish relief. The last time he had seen a body similar to that condition, he nearly vomited out all the ale he had consumed that day. The day had been unfortunately etched into his memory. The snow hadn’t fallen, but the ground was cold. A day he expected to be no different than before had been interrupted when a child’s scream was heard past the borders.

Everyone, especially Uhtred and his men, ran immediately to the sound, only to find what seemed to be the remains of a man laying on the dirt, strewn about as if he had been tossed to the ground haphazardly. Osferth and Cynleaf had been the ones to bury the first man, but found it difficult to bury him in such conditions. As mentioned, the ground had been cold.

The dead man had put everyone on edge; mothers making sure their children never wandered far and when it was time to go to sleep, nearly everyone had been locked into their home. The only ones brave enough to stay up and out in the middle of the night were men who couldn’t sleep without ale or Uhtred’s men (though, Osferth could argue that it didn’t make much of a difference).

Uhtred ordered a select few of men to scout the areas, most of them finding nothing before he had decided to make a small party of men, saying larger groups should try and find something. All that was found was a pathetic excuse of a dirt trail that had not been seen by anyone, just far enough from Rumcofa for anyone to notice. They followed the trail for half the day, only going back to the village after Uhtred had said there was no use of wasting good men to hunt for something that might not even be there.

Days had since passed from their first party scouting and Osferth had a sense of innocent hope that nothing else was to come of this incident anymore. How naive that was of him to think, watching as the great hall in Rumcofa was near dead silent, despite it being consistent of the loudest men he has ever made an acquaintance with. 

“What do you want us to do?” Finan finally asked.

“Secure the area. See if anyone knows anything else.” Uhtred commands, grabbing his riding gear. A look of contemplation was evident on his face, clearly something else on his mind. “Come back here when the sun breaks; another search party. We can’t waste time.”

Everyone nodded, turning toward the door. The only ones who stayed were Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth, who seemed to have sensed something in the way Uhtred stared off into the distance. Once it felt as if the room was cleared, Uhtred turned to the three men, ready to speak his mind.

“That girl and her brother. They might be in on this.” Uhtred admits, holding his hand out to show a familiar bead in his hand. Osferth frowned, narrowing his eyes on the symbol, which had a tree inscribed on it. “This was found in the man’s beard. The same one I saw in the girl’s hair when we met them.”

The notion made Osferth frown even more, but didn’t question it. His mind drifted to that moment, when the girl pulled her hood down, to her long black hair. She did have beads in her hair and he hadn’t seen anything like them; encrusted in gold instead of the usual silver he sees and no doubt a valuable item to have. So why was it found on a dead man? An unsettling churn was finding itself in his stomach as he examined the bead between his fingers.

Passing it along to Finan and Sihtric, he looked at Uhtred. “What do you need us to do?” He asked, ready to follow whatever it was Uhtred had to say. 

“I need you and Finan to check the trails where we met the girl and her brother. See if there’s something from the trail that could possibly lead to the man. Stay hidden as best as possible..” Uhtred commands, pausing for a moment, lips set in a tight line before turning his attention on Osferth. “You spoke to the girl the longest, almost even got a reaction out of her. If you find her, do your best to keep a distance from her, baby monk.”

Osferth felt as if his mouth had been sewn shut at the warning, embarrassment flooding through him as he only offered a nod of understanding, the implication behind Uhtred’s words as clear as day. He was used to it by now, the jesting and teasing of his disposition around women from his companions after all these years. For some reason, he felt like the young monk that had just left the monastery once again as he watched Finan and Sihtric send him a teasing look.

He only let out an annoyed sigh, making sure to send a harmless punch at Finan’s shoulder, his eyes narrowing for him to not say anything anymore as they made their way to the stables.

- ROSE -

“Nice to see you here.” Rose calls, making the figure several feet ahead of her nearly jump from his spot. The man heaved a great sigh, giving the girl an irritated glance while she supplied an amused one as she trudged through the snow.

“Scared me half to death, Rosemonde.” The man said sternly as the girl stood beside him.

“Do you ever venture outside those walls nowadays, Father Ricard?” Rose asks. “You were never this afraid before the settlement was built. Rumcofa’s made you soft.”

“Rumcofa’s made me realise there's a lot more dangers to fear than what I initially thought.” The priest counters, lip stiffening as he glanced back at what was in front of them. “I still would like to come see my sister, however. That, I am more than willing to leave the settlement for.”

Rose offered a sullen smile, glancing at the tombstone in front of them. “I'm sure my mother enjoys your company.”

“Do you enjoy my presence, Rosemonde?”

“I do, uncle.”

“But not as much to visit me at Rumcofa.”

At those words, Rose bristles. She opts to stay silent, looking at the wooden cross staked into the ground, her eyes focused on the carvings she made last year; a mix of Christian symbols and Danish runes littered the cross, most for protection for her mother’s journey to Heaven and a few prayers that essentially begged God to allow such a woman in to the gates.

If she had to beg God to let her mother into Heaven, then what of Rose? Her mother didn't have to do what she did. Would there even be a place for her in Heaven? She would most definitely not find herself in Odin’s hall, either. At this point, the reminder of having a lack of possible salvation made her send her uncle a look of lost hope.

“I do not believe I will be happily accepted into your home.” She responds, matter-of-fact. “Last I remember, Friar Timult practically damned us to your Hell when I accidentally pushed over the offering candles.”

Ricard sighed. “You were eleven and Friar Timult is, and pardon my language, as tight as the devil’s arse about procedures done at the church.”

Rose smiled. “Nearly passed a decade and I still hear from Saewin that he warns townspeople about ‘godless heathens’ outside the gates.” She watched as her uncle’s lips set to a harder line. His eyes, so similar to her mother’s, become foggy at the mention of godless heathens.

She raised an eyebrow. “What news has come now?”

“Vragi. He was found dead just this morning.” Ricard says, staring at the wooden cross solemnly before casting a glance at Rose. “They're suspecting a couple of godless heathens had done it.”

The implication was as subtle as a knife to the throat. A sense of worry had her mind running all the possibilities of what could come over her. Worry laid over Rose, her stomach lurching as she processed the information. 

She had just seen Vragi, the old man, stopping by her family’s home almost a week ago, asking to be lent some gold to buy more feed for their shared cattle. Rose had given one of her hair beads to him, a joke about giving more feed for her family surfacing in the midst of drinks being passed around that night before he bid them goodnight.

She had only assumed he travelled far, not being able to return for the next few weeks due to the amount of feed he would have had to buy. The last thing she expected was for him to turn up dead. Her mind thought back to him, committing to memory his kindness and how beloved by their small community. His wife must still be waiting for him, she thinks to herself, letting out a sigh as she realized that she would be the one who has to break the news to her family to signal warnings to the others.

Rose shakes her head, unsure how to continue as she feels Ricard look at her expectantly.

“These godless heathens they’re mentioning…” Rose implies, Saewin crossing her mind. He had been the one always willing to venture into Rumcofa while her and Jehan stood near the settlement instead. If they had seen him then he would have to stay inside the home for a while.

“Mainly town gossip,” Father Ricard reassures. “Sounds like they’re just saying it to warn their children to not walk past settlement boundaries.”

“But they’re still talking about godless heathens…” Rose trails off, making her uncle nod. “That’s not good for us. Surely, some believe it?”

“A few months ago, a man was found the same way Vragi was. It left the town shaken and wanting answers. Talks around the town were saying they spotted someone dressed like a Dane just outside the walls; they were quick to settle on that suspicion and continue to believe it.” Ricard explained, looking at Rose’s wool and fur lined shawl peeking beneath her cloak.

Silence settled over them, the young girl finding her mother’s grave more interesting than whatever she just heard for a while, savouring the milliseconds of blissful ignorance before speaking once more. “My family is not safe.” She denounces, an alertness finding itself in her once more as she looks around, panicked.

“The warriors posted around the settlement are starting to believe it. They’ve been coming around the trail you and your brothers frequent. People have been restricted from leaving recently as well. I only managed to leave after the day's break.” He explains, confirming Rose’s concerns. “I cannot stay here for too long, but I just wished for you to know.”

Rose nodded. “Thank you, uncle. You must have travelled here against your own safety so I’ll make sure to let my brothers know.”

The man raised his hand to smooth out the unruly curls that escaped from her hood. “My niece, the diplomat.” He mentioned, laughing when Rose rolled her eyes as she whispered something about diplomats not hiding blades in their sleeves. “I must leave. I’ll make sure you have your alone time with Melissande.”

He walked away, leaving Rose and her mother alone, the wind carrying any sense of voice Rose had previously. She lifted a hand to brush off the piles of snow settled on the cross, a whisper of a prayer leaving her lips as she continued to clean the area around her, the snow being pushed aside until the ground beneath the sheet of white was finally revealed.

She sat down after a hushed Amen. Her mouth opened, words never finding itself settling on her lips as she examined her mother’s grave. Rose couldn't remember a time where she spoke to her mother; her voice was as lost as she is whenever she tried to conjure the will to speak.

Instead, she wiped her cross and grave so it can see the sky better and offered a prayer—Christian or pagan, whichever one suited the day—before trekking back home. Today was no different, though Rose made sure to add extra carefulness to her prayers as her uncle’s words repeated itself in her head.

“Saewin.” Rose calls out, the earth and snow almost silencing her already soft call. “Saewin, I know you are there.”

She spun around, glaring at the treeline her brother was most definitely hiding behind. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at the farther end of the trees, her vision failing to distinguish if the movement nearby was a person or a large branch.

Faintly, she was sure she saw brown cloth tugging against the trunk of a tree she was focused on. Taking a step forward, she leaned closer as she did her best to focus better on it.

“Are you just going to watch the trees all day?” Saewin’s voice cuts through from behind, making Rose jump. 

She hadn’t given herself a second to think as her hands automatically signalled for the blades hidden in her wrists to release itself, only stopping herself from pressing the knife against Saewin after recognizing a familiar set of gold-brown eyes.

“Idiot.” She snaps at him, retracting her blade and punching his bony shoulder. “I could have killed you, Saewin.”

“What were you looking at?” Her brother asks, ignoring Rose’s chastising glance over her shoulder. Rose turned back, looking back at the treeline, narrowing at the empty space. “Rose?”

She only shook her head in response, unsure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. “How much did you hear?” She asks him, watching him glaze his fingers over the cross in front of them.

“Everything.” He admits, offering a concerned glance back at her as he walks past her. “I’m assuming we should have our honoured guest released?”

“No. If Vragi is dead, then he really does know something and we need to pry that out of him.” Rose says, manoeuvring around the trees carefully as they try to make their way back to the beaten path back home. “Has he said anything about why he was near the borders?”

Saewin gave a disappointed grunt. “Only a few things. Said he was just out hunting for—”

“Blood Month, right.” Rose said with an eye roll, remembering Jehan’s words from a few weeks ago. The man had most definitely not been out hunting, Rose recalling the man hadn’t had any gloves—a small detail to note, but an important one nonetheless if someone was going to practise hunting for hours for an important event like Blood Month. “What else?”

“He said he’s one of the warriors at Rumcofa.” Saewin says, making Rose nearly whip her head around at him. They stared at one another, their uncle’s warning fresh in their minds.

The sudden crunch in the snow caught both siblings’ attention. Rose reached for her blades behind her. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted Saewin reaching for the axes strapped to his hips, though she kept her eyes forward, staring at the treeline she had looked at earlier.

“Rose—” Saewin started, ready to tug at her hands as she crept closer to the trees, squinting in the darkness ahead. Within moments, the snap of a twig caused both siblings to nearly jump out of their skin.

Without a second thought, Rose found herself shoving her brother forward, screaming, “Run. RUN!”

Rose felt like her heart had dropped to her chest as she darted around the trees, only keeping focus on Saewin’s back and the hurried steps just behind her. Faintly, she could hear someone calling for them to stop. Rose could only hear the blood rushing to her ears as the calls continued, adrenaline and fear overshadowing anything else she had to process.

Her body felt like it wasn’t her own. Weaving around the countless trees in the snowy woods was something she was familiar with, though the countless times she had been running this course, it was her laughing as her brothers chased after her. If she wasn’t attempting to save her own life, she would have found this situation more amusing that she was doing the same thing but for different purposes.

“Stop!” A voice called out, the sharpness to it unfamiliar to Rose as she darted around a mass of trees in an attempt to slow them down. Her ears perched as she heard the voice yell something to someone else and fading footsteps.

There’s more than one person, but how many? Rose thought as her eyes darted around where she could see, trying her best to spot any suspecting shadows or people manoeuvring around from beside them.

A grunt from Saewin made Rose pause completely, turning to see his foot catch onto a branch, flinching as his chin brushed harshly against a stone. Quickly, she grabbed his arm, giving him a once over (his chin had been completely red, though she was sure it was just a deep cut) before helping him on his feet to keep him running. A set of footsteps approached them and Rose found herself reaching behind for her daggers with one hand, the other grasping her brother’s arm tightly.

She pushed herself in front of Saewin, blade pressed against the side of her arm as she watched a growing shadow come forward in the clearing they were at. Rose grit her teeth as she felt Saewin press against her. “Do not approach.” Rose snapped, making the shadow pause at the sound of her voice.

“We just need to talk, lady.” The shadow calls out, this one familiar to her. “You mentioned the dead bodies—”

“We know nothing.” Rose counters. “We only heard about them.”

“You said one of the men’s names.” The voice says. “We hadn’t even known about his name. Not to mention, you apparently have one of our men.”

“Christ, how much did he hear?” Saewin whispers into Rose’s ear, who only shook her head as she backed them away when the man slowly exited from the shadows, a weathered brown tunic familiarising itself to her.

The warrior monk was much taller than Rose had anticipated, the man nearly towering over Rose and her brother as he held his hands up to her when he spied her blade. “I only need to ask questions.”

“Like hell.” Rose quips again, pointing her blade forward to the monk. “You’ll have us killed.”

“I promise I will not.” The man responds, keeping his hands up and motioning to his sheathed sword. “My sword is away, as you can see, yes? My hands are also up. Let us—”

Whatever words he had yet to say were quickly silenced by Saewin, who had been constantly whipping his head from side to side, as he swung his axe behind him, the metal of the blade offering a shrap clink! as it collided with another man’s blade. She recognized him as the one who stood beside the warrior monk all those weeks ago. She also remembered how ready he was to draw his sword if Jehan were to say something suspicious during their conversation.

Saewin’s actions alone made Rose move as well, pulling out her second dagger from behind to swing at the warrior monk, who dodged her swipes. From behind, the sharp smacking of swords could be heard, though it was faint to Rose as she kept a heavy gaze on the warrior monk, waiting for his next move as he withdrew his sword.

“I only wish to speak!” He repeats, bringing his sword up to block a dagger, quickly manoeuvring away when Rose brings her other one up to aim at an opening he left.

A curse nearly spits out of Rose as she motions toward the fighting men behind them. “Your friend didn’t seem to think the same way.” She responds before turning and throwing one of her daggers toward the short haired brunette still fighting Saewin. She watched as the edge of the knife caught against his sword, almost ready to strike down against Saewin if she waited any longer to throw her dagger at him.

“Christ—” The brunette curses, the sudden movement nearly causing him to tip over before dodging another one of Saewin’s swings.

“Wait!” The warrior monk starts, ready to grab her arm but was stopped when Rose ducked under his arms. The blade remaining on her other hand found its way to his throat, seemingly seizing the fight at the notion of someone’s life could be finished with just a swipe. Regardless if a blade is placed on him, the monk held Rose’s murderous gaze. Faintly, she could feel Saewin press his back against her’s, most likely having his axe pointed at the brunette.

“Lady, please—” The monk starts.

“No. You do not speak with my blade to your throat.” She snaps, not taking her eyes off him as she nudged her brother’s foot, her voice switching to their father’s Norwegian tongue. “Take my blade and go.”

Saewin snaps his head at her. “What—?”

“Take my blade and give it to Father.” Rose instructs again, using both men’s confusion to her advantage.

“Rose—” Saewin says, but stops when Rose shoves him away from the men, sending him a hardened glare as she swipes at Saewin’s opponent with the blade hidden under her sleeve.

“How many knives you got you?” The man snaps, hissing when the edge catches his arm.

“Run!” Rose snaps at Saewin, swiping her larger dagger at the monk, knicking him slightly on the neck and cheek when he hadn’t moved fast enough.

“Hold her down.” The brunette snaps, voice sharper now that she had struck both of them. There seemed to be an unspoken conversation going on between the two, much like how Rose had with her brothers, as there was a pause between the two of them when the shorter man gave the order. “Osferth, hold her down!”

What sounded like a groan mixed with a struggling sigh escaped the monk as he grasped Rose by her arms tightly. She was sure she felt her shoulder connect to his collarbone from the hiss of pain when tried to swing herself away from his grasp, trying to see if Saewin had managed to run off yet.

She was sure she saw a flit of his cloak brush past a tree, far away from where they are, making her feel better a little as she felt something hard hit the back of her head, sending her into a void of darkness.

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[bones4thecats]

about my last request (Leona and Jamil with the moon princess) if it's not inconvenient, could you talk about how the wedding was, family reactions, that kind of thing, please

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Leona Kingscholar and Jamil Viper Name: {Character} x Princess! Reader ~ Their Lives Together Requester: @marinahavik Original Request: Here

A/N: I decided to have two different main parts in this; Your wedding and having a family together. There is also links to images I used to reference their wedding's appearance. I do hope you enjoy this second piece in your request!

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🦁 When you proposed to him and he accepted, your family was notified immediately, just so they could tell every possible suitor that you were now getting betrothed. But, unlike you, Leona left his family in the dark

🦁 He believed it was none of their business until he deemed it to be their's to know

🦁 Growing up, Leona would love looking at the stars with you, since you were staying away from home, and you would tell him stories about what the stars looked like from up-close

🦁 He and you decided to mix the two different things you grew up with, so it kinda looked like this in general

🦁 After your wedding, many began to pressure you guys into having children and continuing your lineage, to which Leona just flipped them off and scolded them into minding their own business

🦁 When you eventually came to him with the idea of having children of your own, he was shell-shocked. He never expected you to want kids, since you and him were both busy with handling your new kingdom

🦁 Leona begrudgingly spoke to his older brother, Farena, about taking care of children, to which his brother chuckled and gave him the best advice he could for during pregnancy and when the child came

🦁 It took only a few tries when you found out you were pregnant, but not with only one, you guys were having two children, which did not surprise Leona, since the beastman have an average of one to four at once, much like the real animal

🦁 Once the children came into the world, you got to name one and he named the other. This was one of the only times you had ever seen your husband cry, and the only reason he was is because your one baby's hand was gripping onto their father's with such grip

🦁 One child was never pinned against the other, you treated both of them the same, because you knew how it could sour a relationship, take Leona and Farena into perspective

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🐍 Once Kalim told his parents about you and Jamil's engagement, they swore to themselves that once he turned eighteen and graduated, they would free their family from their dues so he could live a free life with you

🐍 When he did graduate from Night Raven College, you and him began to plan your wedding, one themed with a mixture of nature, which he loved, and the surroundings of the night sky

🐍 Basically looks like this

🐍 Your families did not meet before the wedding, since the Vipers were going through agreements with the Al-Asims as your's was ruling their kingdom

🐍 At the wedding, they got along very well, surprising both you and your newly dubbed husband

🐍 Once the toasts began, Kalim and your younger brother jumped up and began to yell about how the Vipers were now free and you both could live your lives doing whatever you wanted

🐍 That news made Jamil smile and laugh wholeheartedly, because of how his family was tied down, he knew he would've had to admit how he couldn't bear having children, in fear they'd have to go and live out years of pain, now he didn't have too!

🐍 Hugging you from behind as you spoke to your brother about his new role as the future heir of your kingdom, Jamil whisked you away once excused and asked you about traveling the world together, he and you had never seen everything, so, why not now?

🐍 The day after during your honeymoon, you said your goodbyes and farewells to your friends and set a course for your new lives, traveling the world to discover new things

🐍 You had been invited to attend Sebek and Silver's graduation into becoming knights because of your close connection with the fae community through Malleus and your's friendship

🐍 That was when you found out you were pregnant, and it took the effort of Lilia, the Viper family, and your family to settle down Jamil's nerves of becoming a father

🐍 You gave birth to a lovely baby girl, who looked exactly like a mixture of you both, a mix of hair and eye colors, even the skin was tinted together

🐍 You both settled together in Scaling Sands until she was old enough to travel with you both, and when she got a taste of that free air, she was your wild child, following you both until the ends of time

🐍 Jamil and you couldn't have asked for anything better than this

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[sollsmith]

Fire in the Flesh

Chapter Two

Daemon Targaryen x Original Female Character

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of past and current abuse

Summary:

After five years at war in the Stepstones and the death of his first wife, Daemon Targaryen returns to court embroiling himself, and his niece and heir to the throne Rhaenyra, in chaos and scandal. Daemon’s actions cause Viserys to give him the one thing he has always wanted. A Valyrian bride. Just not the one he had in mind.

“You cannot say no”

“You heard the stories when you travelled to Driftmark with father. You told me them yourself!”

“The Triarchy decided to go to war. Men die at war, and the p-’

“In fact as I recall it, you referred to him as an ignoble savage. Those were the words you used!”

Maelor stops and watches as his sister. Not realising he had stopped, Daella continued, talking at a pace that Maelor would have considered impressive if the situation was different.

“So I’m struggling to comprehend how you would agree to your little sister being pawned off to such a man. In fact, who's idea was it anyway?”

“El-”

“We have already tied ourselves to the Velaryons through you, and by default that ties us to the Targaryens in some way, so I don’t see why he’s so obsessed-”

“Ell-”

“Also have you considered that they cannot seem to find him a willing wife, a secondary one I add, in their own kingdoms, that they have resulted in seeking out a bastard girl, by their aunt who wants nothing to do with them, that they saw once twelve years ago? Does that not strike you as odd?” Daella, now at her father’s solar door, turns to her side to look at brother, finally realising he’s not there.

She spins around to face Maelor who is now several feet away from her. She doesn’t miss the look of sorriness on his face.

“What?”

“It’s not- just speak with father. But it’s done Daella, you cannot undo it. You know nothing is ever good enough for him.”

Maelor moves towards her now, taking both her hands in his. “He will not stop until he gets what he wants, and he will make it worse for you than it needs be. We both know that. Please, do not let him. For your sake, and mine.”

Daella sighs and nods, letting Maelor squeeze her hands softly before letting go to open the large wooden door for her. She gives him one last look before crossing into the living area. The fire remains unlit as it had done for the last three moons as the heat in Volantis was unforgiving as of late. Her father is on the far side of the room, breaking his fast.

She once enjoyed her visits to her fathers solar. When she was a child they usually included a game or two of cyvasse, and she usually left with pockets filled with sweet treats after her father let her win. That enjoyment had waned in the last ten years. Daella first noticed the change in her father when she once decided to visit her father unannounced in his rooms two days before her sixth name day. When he saw her, she was quickly met with shouting insults and books being hurled at her. One large ledger had hit her on the back of the head as she turned and ran out. She had been so terrified she had hid under the staircase in the Red Tower for hours, only Maelor could convince her to come out for supper with the promise of giving her his helping of olive bread.

They never celebrated Daella’s sixth name day that year, and eleven years later, they haven’t celebrated any of her name days since. Her life in Volantis was simple. For the last ten years she had followed the same routine, day in and day out. She woke early, before sunrise, and made herself presentable with the help of a lady in waiting her father had insisted on. Once she was ready, she would present herself for her father who either approved or did not approve of how she looked. If he approved, she could continue with her day which consisted of needle work in the morning, lunch alone in her rooms, a walk around the gardens, a visit to the library, supper with Maelor in the evening and then she would retire to her rooms. If he did not approve, she would return to her solar, add more rouge to the relevant cheek and then continue her day as normal.

She approaches the wooden table softly moving a chair back, being careful not to scrape it along the floor. Alios looks up at her as he helps himself to more crusty bread that was still warm from the ovens.

“Daella” He acknowledges roughly.

“Good morning father,” she almost whispers. The animated and vibrant girl that was talking quicker than she could breathe not even five minutes, was now gone, replaced by Alios’ timid and obedient valyrian beauty, that would get him places and things he did not even know he desired.

“You wished to break fast together?”

“I wished to discuss your upcoming nuptials,” Alios sets his knife down, and leans back in his chair. Daella takes both his words and demeanour in, now knowing she is not here to eat.

“I assume Maelor has told you?”

“He has told me that you have successfully arranged betrothals for us both.” Daella gives a tight lip smile.

“And I’m assuming he told you to whom I have made these betrothals with?”

“Maelor will marry Lady Laena Velaryon, daughter of Lord Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen. And I a-” Daella chokes slightly, stopping to compose herself. Her hands are tightly fisted together, trying to distract herself enough that she does not cry as her reality finally hits her like a ton of bricks as she sits across from her father. Maelor was correct, she could not say no. It did not matter what she said or did, her father will make this marriage happen. No, simply was not an option.

“-and I will marry Prince Daemon Targaryen, brother of the King of Westeros, Viserys Targaryen.”

“You must be joking!” Daemon is furious. He’s not sure he’s ever been so furious in his life. Rhea Royce was an oversight by his grandmother, but this, this was an insult.

“No Daemon, I’m not. She’s the perfect solution to this mess. The mess you created.”

“How is marrying me to our aunts bastard daughter a solution exactly?” Daemon hisses.

“Look at yourself Daemon. Your behaviour with Rhaenyra, your patronage at the brothels on the street of silk-”

“You’re suddenly very concerned about how I wet my cock brother”

“I care when it concerns my daughter. MY HEIR,” It was Viserys’ turn to be hostile now. Ever since Otto woke him five days ago to inform him about the prince and daughter’s night in King's Landing. The days following have been long consumed with plotting, ravens and shouting matches between brothers and fathers and daughters. In the end, three betrothals were made. Princess Rhaenyra to Laenor Velaryon to mend the broken bond between the families after Viserys’ rejection of Laena in favour of Alicent Hightower. Laenor would marry Maelor Nogarys, to mend the rising tensions due to Corlys’ war in the Stepstones blocking Alios’ trading paths for nearly six years. The final was between Daemon and Daella. One made to squash the Princes’ infatuation with his niece, while also appeasing his clear gravitation and preference for those of Valryian blood.

“It’s done, Daemon. You will marry the girl. I will hear no more of it.”

Daemon doesn't say no more. He simply turns on his heels and storms from the council room, leaving Viserys hoping he hasn't broken down his family further. 

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[the-marshals-wife]

Strangers Like Me (Orm Marius x Reader)

A/N: I love Orm so, so much, and I've wanted to write for him since my major obsession with the first movie back in 2019. The sequel was everything I could have wanted for his character, and now that he's had the perfect open ending to his cinematic story, I finally let the inspiration run wild. This is the longest fic I've ever posted, and I'm proud to say he was the muse that inspired it.

Description: Orm Marius/Ocean Master x Fem!Reader (human), friends to lovers | Warnings: suggestive themes, steaminess at the end, cataclysmic levels of fluff throughout | Setting: after The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 5.8k

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Imagine Orm opening up to you about who he truly is, and wanting to be part of your world

If someone had asked you a few months ago where you liked to be most, you wouldn't have said the boardwalk. Now, it'd become your favorite place in the world. Not for the noisy crowds, overpriced deep-fried foods, or vendors overflowing with cheap beachwear and souvenirs for the tourists. Those things you could have done without. That is, until you met Orm. Ever since that fateful day, everything around you had transformed into something new and exciting. Today was no different.

"I can't believe you've never had a corn dog before," you say.

Orm walks alongside you, well into his second serving. "And I can't believe something this abysmal in appearance can taste so good," he replies before taking another bite.

"Seriously, what have you been eating all this time?" you ask, wiping the mustard from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

He swallows before answering, "Fish, mostly."

He was completely serious, as usual.

"You really love seafood, don't you?"

"Where I'm from, it's just called food," he counters.

Once again, you found yourself wanting to ask where exactly that place was. The last time you inquired yielded little insight. He gave a vague reply to the tune of "somewhere far away" and quickly changed the subject. For a while, you'd assumed he was originally European or something like that. Yet the more time went on, the more difficult it became to believe in that explanation. There must be a reason he did not want to talk about it, and you knew when he was ready, he would probably tell you. Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he had come from, and why he had not showed up sooner.

"So, what did you think of your first corn dog?" you ask instead.

"It was excellent. And I imagine it will not be my last," he says, tossing the stick into a trashcan as you walk by, "I still don't understand the name though, if it's not made of dog."

"Me either, honestly," you laugh as you toss your trash as well, "I'll have to look it up sometime."

"Speaking of, I listened to the singer you told me about."

"You did? What did you think?!" you exclaim, almost bumping into a passerby in your excitement.

"She is quite good, vocally. But I do think Ms. Parton would have more success exposing her rival publicly," he suggests.

"I know you're not talking about Jolene right now," you burst out laughing, covering your mouth.

"Indeed. This Jolene is a siren. She lures men with her wiles, and then goes unpunished because of her beauty," he explains wholeheartedly, holding his arms behind his back.

"Well that's the point of the song. Dolly is calling her out," you remind, "Plus what about her man? Shouldn't he get some of the blame? Falling for Jolene when he's already in a relationship? I mean come on, he's talking about her in his sleep. That's pretty low."

"Indeed, he misses the treasure that is right in front of him because he too has no honor," he expounds, his expression turning thoughtful, "You're right. Ultimately, they're deserving of each other."

"See! I told you," you chuckle victoriously.

Orm shakes his head, "I could not be tempted by such a woman."

"Oh, I don't know. You heard Dolly. Her beauty is 'beyond compare'."

"That is merely a facade," he dismisses, waving his hand, "Besides, I have seen far more beautiful than her."

You're about to inquire about his remark, but then you realize he's looking over at you. You can only hold his attentive gaze a moment before averting your eyes toward your feet, heart fluttering.

The previous moment still hanging heavy in the air, you walk together quietly for a minute before Orm stops in front of a beachwear vendor.

"Now that is amusing," he declares.

You backup a couple of steps to stand alongside him, "What is?"

He points to a pink tee shirt, the image of a mermaid riding on the back of a smiling dolphin printed on the front. "Dolphins are actually quite aggressive. They do not enjoy having riders on their backs. Sharks are much better mounts."

You stare at him, brow furrowed. "And how do you know that exactly?"

"I, uh, saw it on a television program," he stutters, "about taming sea life."

That was a lie if you'd ever heard one, and a strange one no less.

"Uh-huh," you reply unconvinced, walking away.

In silence, you resume your short walk to the end of the dock, Orm trailing close behind you. Once you reach the end, you lean over and rest your arms on the weathered wood railing, and he stands beside you. A few moments pass as you watch the waves crash upon the shore below and breathe in the salt air. It's not long before you feel his gaze on you once again.

He finally speaks, hesitation thick in his voice, "Something...on your mind?"

You smirk to yourself before looking over at him, "I'm just trying to figure you out."

"What do you mean?" he asks, concern visible in his bright eyes.

"I've never met anyone like you before. So much of what you say is a mystery," you remark.

"That is a fair point," he concedes, "I don't wish to vex you. There's just...so much that I don't know how to say."

You stand up straighter, smiling at him softly.

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Everyone has parts of themselves that they hide. Parts they don't want anyone else to see. There's nothing wrong with that," you reply, turning towards the ocean, "You don't like talking about your past, and I respect that. I just don't want you to think you have to hide. It's awful feeling like you don't belong, just for being yourself. I wouldn't want that for you."

"That is kind of you to say. Truly." He mirrors your posture on the railing, moving closer to you as a result. "You don't make me want to hide, Y/N. Quite the opposite, actually. I've learned so many things from you these past few weeks, and I have greatly enjoyed your company."

You look back to him, your heart skipping, "So have I."

His gaze softens. "I've also never met anyone like you before. You find joy and purpose in even the smallest of things. It inspires me how gracefully you view the world. And I've known no one whom I've wanted to share it with more."

Everything else around you melted away as you find yourself becoming just as lost in his eyes as you've been in his words.

Before either of you can move an inch closer, the chime of your cellphone cuts through the thick air between you.

Cursing inwardly, you shoot upright, embarrassed, and retrieve it from your pocket. It's an all-caps text from your sister with many exclamation marks, quickly followed by another. The sister you just now realized you forgot needed picked up.

"Oh no. I have to go," you say, frenzied, "My sister's waiting for me. I have to drive her home from her class, I completely forgot!"

"I understand," he nods, touching your arm assuringly, "Do you want me to accompany you back to the lot?"

"I really appreciate it, but I literally have to run. I'm so sorry, Orm," you say, turning to leave.

You make it only a few steps before you hear him call out.

"Y/N!"

Despite the urgency of your escape, you can't help but turn on your heel expectantly.

"Would you meet me tomorrow? Down on the beach, beneath the pier around sunset?"

A grin spreads across your face. "I'll be there!"

♆

It took everything in you not to grin like an idiot the entire drive to pick up your less-than-amused sister. You weren't ready for the brutal interrogation that would surely come if she saw the look you knew was on your face. After apologizing to her profusely and letting her chew you out, as was her sisterly right, her suspicions were already raised.

"You've never looked this happy for me to yell at you," she said, glaring at you.

"I'm just really enjoying my book! I started the sequel I told you about," you defended, flashing a smile even you knew was pretty fake.

"Enough to forget all about me," she rolled her eyes and punched your arm, "You're not telling me something, I know it."

"I'm dying to know if she's really the lost heir to the throne, I heard the reveal is like halfway through," you add, ignoring her last words.

"Mhm," she grumbled, "Fine don't tell me. I'll figure it out, just wait. You can't hide from me."

"The only thing I need to hide from you is my chocolate bars," you argue in a desperate attempt to throw her off the subject.

"I'll find those too," she snickered confidently.

You laughed it off and went back to biting down hard on your lip. It was the only thing you could do not to spill everything to her as she continued to give you the side-eye. Your body was at the steering wheel, but your mind, and your heart, were back on that boardwalk. The final glare she gave you in her driveway was unmissable, but for now, you'd evaded being found out as you made a getaway back to your own apartment.

That night you'd hardly slept, the moment at the end of the dock replaying in your mind over and over well into the morning. Work only made it worse, the monotony making the perfect backdrop to picture what the coming evening would bring. When your shift ended, you couldn't get out of there fast enough to go home and change.

Now, with sunset fast approaching, you were circling the parking lot trying to find a space, and close to bribing someone to move, when a spot finally opened up.

"Someone loves me," you exhale, hurriedly locking your car as you throw your bag over your shoulder.

The words linger in your thoughts. You can't help but blush at the notion, given your current destination, and who was waiting there.

In some ways it seemed like a lifetime since you met Orm, and in others it felt like only yesterday. The memory of that fateful day comes to the front of your thoughts as you start the long trek to the path that cuts through the dunes.

Unlike your fib from last night, you'd actually been desperate to finish the book your coworker had been pestering you about all summer. With only four chapters left, you'd escaped to the boardwalk one sunny Tuesday afternoon, hoping to find a bench, a fresh lemonade, and far less crowds than the weekend so that you could finally finish in peace.

Just as you'd sucked up the last drop of your drink and reached the last handful of pages, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On a bench across the way from you, you saw a man trying to untangle the most knotted pair of earbuds you'd ever seen in your life. You watched him from behind the top of your book, and suppressed a giggle as he became more animated in frustration. He ran a hand through his blond hair and seemed near to giving up on the whole endeavor. Unable to watch him struggle any longer, you tucked your book beneath your arm, tossed your empty cup in the trash, and started to walk over.

"He did this on purpose," he muttered as you approached.

"I can take a crack at them, if you'd like."

In his fierce concentration, he hadn't noticed you approach. He jumped a bit at your greeting, and squinted up at you, confused.

"Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Would you like some help with those?" you smiled hesitantly, "I just, I couldn't help but notice you were having a hard time with them."

"Well, you are welcome to try," he invited with a sigh, extending them to you, "Although I have seen seaweed less entangled than this."

You took them and sat down beside him, analyzing the knots.

"Earbuds are pretty notorious for getting tangled," you began, pausing to focus a moment, "These, however, look like a sailor used them to practice tying his knots."

"Courtesy of my brother," he said with no small amount of exasperation, "He delights in making things difficult for me."

"As brothers are wont to do."

"Indeed," he conceded.

Untying your own numerous pairs of earbuds over the years had more than prepared you for this moment. You'd made quick work of separating the right and left buds, down to the last few kinks in each.

"You're quite skilled at this," he observed.

"I should probably put it on my resume, huh?" you chuckled as you conquered the final knot.

"I think you might consider it," he laughed as well.

At last, all the tangles were gone.

"There you go," you declared, handing them back, "Good as new."

"Impressive," he remarked, marveling at your handiwork before looking back at you, "Thank you for your assistance."

"You're welcome," you smiled and pointed to the iPod in his lap, "What do you like to listen to, if you don't mind me asking?"

He hesitated, picking it up, "I'm...not actually sure how this device works. Are you familiar with the technology?"

"An iPod?" you laugh, "Yeah, I had one in high school. It's been a while and it wasn't this exact model, but they're all pretty much the same. MP3 players, that is. I had so many songs on mine, I couldn't add any more. Never went anywhere without it. I had to tape it together in senior year because I used it so much."

"Perhaps you could show me how to properly operate it?" he posed, turning towards you more, "My brother sent it to me. He said it contains music inside that I must hear, but I'm at a loss on knowing how to make it play."

You gazed at him bewildered a moment, caught off guard. Never had you met anyone who didn't know how to work an iPod before. But then again, you reminded yourself, not everyone had a chance to own one.

"Sure," you grinned, "I can show you. There's not too much to it, really, once you know the basics."

"Thank you," he replied sincerely, "It's not often that I've met a lady with such kindness, and lightness of fingers."

Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks at his gracious works, and suddenly it was difficult to hold the gaze of his rich blue eyes.

"It's no problem at all," you replied, offering your hand, "I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Orm Marius, and the pleasure is mine."

Before you could blink, he'd taken your hand, and instead of shaking it, he kissed your knuckles. If he had lingered, perhaps it would have alarmed you. But he did it so quickly, it was like it was second-nature to him. Practiced or not, your head spun nonetheless, and launching into an urgent, flustered spiel about how to power on the iPod was all you could do to keep yourself held together.

You spent the next half an hour showing him everything from the buttons to the way to change the background image on the menus. Before long, you were talking about all of your favorite songs and artists, simultaneously making lists for each that he would have to listen to. Orm listened eagerly to your recommendations, and soon the conversation turned to any and every subject, from foods to places to dreams. You still remember the feeling of the rest of the world fading away as you talked to him, afternoon turning to evening. And the thrill you felt when he asked if he could see you again.

In the almost four months since, every meeting followed much in the same manner as that first day, with introducing Orm to the many things he'd never experienced before, and hours of conversation on the pier or walking along the beach. You'd stolen away to this area as many times as possible to see him, well over a dozen now. Of course your sister was more suspicious than ever after yesterday, but you still weren't ready to reveal where you'd been spending so many evenings, and who you'd spent them with. There was something exhilarating about you and Orm meeting secretly, and you wanted that feeling to last as long as possible.

He had such wonder about the world, like someone who'd not been in it very long. It was one of his oddest qualities, but his curiosity was endearing to you. Despite knowing so little about his past, you'd come to trust him like few others in your life. Whoever he'd been before, and wherever he was from, it seemed he had no intention on going back. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't want him to. There were so many places you wanted to take him further inland, yet he was still hesitant to go far from from the ocean. You'd never gone beyond a couple of blocks from the boardwalk together, but tonight, with the energy of yesterday's encounter fresh in your mind, you'd planned to breech the topic with him.

Now, the sun is sinking lower in the pale orange sky and your pulse quickens with the threat of being late. With all your reminiscing and daydreaming, you'd lost track of the time. You nearly run across the wooden walkway over the dunes and down the broad stairs. As soon as your feet hit the sand, you remove your sandals. Grasping them in one hand and the strap of your bookbag in the other, you take off into the best sprint you can manage. The pier is still a good distance up the beach, and you want to curse out whoever built the access so far away. You run at an angle towards the water, the wetter ground giving you better traction than the loose sand.

Just within the shadow of the great structure, you finally see Orm up ahead, his back turned. Out of breath, you slow your pace and try to catch some of it back before you reach him. Once he's within ear shot you call out to him.

"I'm sorry I left in such a hurry yesterday," you pant.

He spins on his heel. Relief is written all over his face.

"You came. I was afraid you might not," he sighs, walking up to meet you.

"Of course," you exhale, dropping your shoes and brushing away the hair clinging to your forehead, "Why wouldn't I?"

His expression indicates he had not thought of an answer to that question.

"I don't know," he hesitates, "I didn't mean anything by that. I mean, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't. I did ask you at the last minute."

You can't help but chuckle as he stumbles regretfully all over his words.

"I brought you something," you declare to change the subject, much to his gratitude.

"A gift? For me?"

You can tell by his tone that he is actually baffled. Reaching into your satchel, you retrieve the item. In your outstretched palm, you hold a small snow globe, a miniature skyline of New York City contained inside.

His confused expression leads you to elaborate. "It's called a snow globe," you say, turning it upside down so that the little flakes inside swirl around, "You told me once that you never get to see snow where you're from. Now you can see it whenever you want."

He tentatively takes it, entranced by the miniature flurry.

"That's where I'm from. Well, I grew up there. We moved here when I was sixteen," you add, chuckling, "It's a little bit nicer in person."

Orm looks up at you, visibly touched by the gesture, "It's wonderful. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smile, "I, hope that I can show you the real thing some day."

"I would like that," he replies with the smallest hint of sadness, pausing to behold it again, "I will treasure this always."

You'd never met anyone who talked like he did. Everything word he spoke was with full conviction. Others might sound pompous or conceited speaking the way he does, but when he said something, you believed he truly meant it.

"I'm glad you like it," you say, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I do, very much," he says, frowning a bit, "I'm only sorry that I have nothing to give you in return."

"That's alright," you dismiss.

"Will you keep it safe for me while we are by the water? I regret that I have no pockets large enough to carry it."

"Absolutely," you say, putting it securely back inside your bag, "I know that feeling all too well."

When you finish with the zipper and lift your head up, you see Orm offering his arm to you. Surprised, and twice as excited, you take it.

As you cross beneath the pier and set off down the beach together, you suppress the urge to glance up at him. You agonize over what to say next, hoping he would speak first. When he did, it only made your heart beat faster.

"Actually, when I said I had nothing to give you, that was not entirely true," he said, clearing his throat before going on, "As much as I enjoy your educating me in foods and traditions I've never tried, I was hoping this evening we might enjoy a treat of a different kind."

Just up ahead, something on the shore comes into view. Your mind races in anticipation, and moments later, you come upon a blue blanket spread out neatly across the sand. A single white rose lies in the middle.

"Oh Orm," you breathe.

"It's not much, but I thought you would like to watch the sunset with at least some level of comfort," he says, a veil of nervousness in his voice.

"It's perfect," you exclaim.

He releases your arm and picks up the rose, presenting it to you.

"For you."

You feel nearly breathless once more as you take the flower and inhale its sweet fragrance.

"It's beautiful," you sigh, "Thank you."

He smiles timidly at your approval. "Shall we?"

"This is amazing," you say, removing your bag and carefully sitting down on the soft blanket.

He follows suit, and you gently place the rose in your lap as he comes to rest close beside you. The glow of the setting sun warms your skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth in your chest.

You'd never seen him act like this before. He was normally so calm and collected, but now he was almost pure nerves. You work up the courage to glance over at him. He's staring hard ahead, clenching his jaw and rolling a seashell between his fingers. It's slowly becoming clear that you're not the only one who wanted to say something this evening. Normally, you found the rolling of the waves to be one of most soothing sounds in the world. But at this moment, they were far too loud.

You decide you have to break the excruciating silence.

"I've only watched a true beach sunset alone before."

Your voice brings him out from his trance. "I've also been by myself. I'm glad I have someone to share the splendor with."

"Me too."

He smiles weakly, and fixes his stare back on the horizon.

To your disappointment, the silence returns. Before long, everything is bathed in golden light. The sky transforms into rich oranges and reds before your eyes. The beach is surprisingly deserted apart from the seagulls and sand pipers, making it seem all the more that this moment was tailor-made just for the two of you.

Just when you're about to speak again, Orm at last turns towards you.

"I wish I could show you my world, Y/N. It is a realm of beauty, and strength, and light. You belong in such a place."

You feel your cheeks flush as he continues.

"Where I'm from, you can't see the stars at night. But there is a place with magnificent, glowing lights. A cave, filled with luminescence of every color you can imagine. You would absolutely love it."

"That sounds magical." You hang on his every word as you try to picture it.

"My mother used to take me there when I was a boy. I remember my whole hand disappearing inside hers." He smiled at the memory, but it faded as he spoke once more, "We used to go there seeking solace from my father."

Frowning, he throws the seashell towards the water. The sun begins to dissolve into the ocean, but neither of you take notice.

"Did you not get along?" you ask, hoping it was not too personal to do so.

His gaze falls downward again. "That's one way of putting it. Growing up in his shadow was- challenging. He was severe about many things, and against all of the rest. He expected me to become just like him. Demanded it, more like. Yet he was never up to the task of teaching me how. I wanted nothing more than to please him, but as I look back on it now, I'm not sure that I ever did. I was never worthy enough to be his son."

His words make your chest ache. You reach to gently touch his hand on the blanket.

"You are not an unworthy son," you assert, your feelings coming to the surface, "He was an unworthy father. I don't need to have met him to know that. Because I know you, and you are a good man. The most thoughtful, polite, decent man I've ever met."

He stares at you, emotion all over his face. A wistful look shines in his eyes.

"If only I had known you then," he reflects, "Perhaps I would not have gotten so lost in the tides of his storm."

"I wish I had known you too," you agree, more shyly than you'd expected, "But wouldn't have needed me. You already survived it, all on your own. You're stronger than he ever was."

His expression steels.

"Y/N, there is something I must tell you," he says, his tone turning grave, "It will not be easy for you to hear it, but I can't go on without you knowing what I am. I cannot hide it any longer. You deserve to know the truth."

Your heart starts to race quicker than your thoughts at his startling declaration. "What do you mean?"

Without warning, he casts off his jacket and stands up.

"Orm, what are you talking about?"

"Perhaps, it would be better if I showed you," he says, reaching out his hand to you, "I want you to understand. No more secrets."

For just a moment, you look up into his pleading eyes. Then, as if it had even been a choice, you carefully set the rose aside and take his hand. He helps you to your feet and leads you down past the water's edge. The cool water on your feet sends a shiver up your spine. The foam is lapping at your ankles when he stops just in front of you.

"You see that marker?" he points ahead.

The breeze whips your hair into your sight as you fight to push it away. You have to squint to see the outline of the buoy, the red light on top twinkling faintly in the twilight.

"Yes," you hesitate.

"Keep your eye on it," he directs calmly.

With that one instruction, he retreats further into the water, stopping until it is well above his waist. You cross your arms against the chill of sea spray and wait worriedly. He looks up and down the beach, as if to make sure no one is watching. You are still alone. Before you can call out to him, he dives headlong into the waves.

What follows you can only describe as a thunder beneath the water. It looks as if a missile has been launched from where Orm stood, careening toward the marker. Mere seconds later, a blast like a whale spout shoots above the horizon, and the buoy rocks violently as it is landed upon by the figure that flew up out of the sea.

A gasp escapes from your agape mouth as you witness the silhouette wave at you, and proceed to dive back into the blue.

Three pounding heartbeats later, Orm immerges from the surf and walks toward you, slicking back his dripping hair. His tee shirt clings to his muscular form, and his soaked jeans don't seem to encumber him at all. You're frozen in the sand, staring at him with only one word on your parted lips.

"How..."

"There's no simple way to say it, but you must know. I am from the Kingdom of Atlantis," he confesses, struggling to hold your stare, "I am Prince Orm Marius, son of Queen Atlanna. Although I was once ruler, I made many mistakes during my time on the throne for which I was banished. My penance is served by my exile here on the surface. I deserve my fate, and I gladly uphold it, but it is not something I wanted to keep from you any longer. I'm sorry that I was not honest with you sooner, but I didn't think that I could trust any surface-dweller with my secret. I was...proven wrong."

"You're a real Atlantean?" you manage to get out.

"I am," he nods, apprehension still in his voice, "I was raised to hate the surface and its inhabitants, but much has changed. You, Y/N, have had no small part in that."

Despite your reeling head, it's slowly becoming clear what Orm is saying by this grand unveiling of his true identity. As you struggle to process it, however, your silence compels him to go on.

"If all of this is too much, I understand. It is my burden to bear, and you did not ask to be part of it."

"I-It's not that," you stammer as the shock starts to wear off. You step closer to him. "Not at all. It's just a lot to take in. I need a minute, that's all. I promise."

Hope lights up his eyes.

"Absolutely," he agrees eagerly, "I apologize, I know this reveal was sudden. Please ask any questions that you have. I will withhold nothing from you."

As you finally begin look at him instead of through him, only one question lodged in your throat.

"Why?" you ask through threatening tears, "Why did you tell me all this?"

You knew why, because it was the same reason you wanted to tell him all of your own secrets. The same reason you came back to this beach over and over. The same reason your heart skipped every time you saw his handsome face, and heard him speak your name. You just wanted to hear him say it. For any of this to work, you needed to hear it.

His anxious gaze softens as he weighs his answer.

"I meant every word of what I told you yesterday. When I'm with you, I see a future that I never thought I would deserve. You make me feel like I can be more than I've ever been. And for the first time in my life, I have felt true happiness," he says, finding the words along with his conviction, "I never thought I would belong anywhere but Atlantis, but now, I want to know more about this world and its many gifts. And most of all, I want you to be by my side to show it to me."

"I want that too," you respond, tears threatening.

He gently takes your hand in his. "Even after all that I've done, part of me hoped that I might find some kind of redemption here on the surface. I wasn't sure how, and then I met you," he says tearfully, searching your eyes, "Y/N, you gave me that hope. Your goodness, your charity, your beauty. This realm has much to offer, more than I ever dreamed, but you are what I love most about the surface. From that very first day we spoke, I knew that you were what I was meant to find here."

Your vision blurs as he reaches to gently stroke your cheek.

"All of that to say...I've fallen in love with you, Y/N."

A sob escapes your throat as you look into his eyes and see it.

"I fell for you too. From the first day," you nod, finding your own confidence, "Being Atlantean doesn't change that. I don't care about who you've been or what you've done. I want to be with you. I love you too, Orm."

His composure crumbles along with yours as you embrace. The distance between you vanishes as your lips meet in a desperate kiss. You rest your hands on his chest and melt into his touch. He sighs and deepens the kiss, pulling you close against him. You feel the coolness of this still-dripping clothes soak through to your skin as you become lost in the taste of salt and longing. When you're forced to come up for air, you're both beaming.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he smiles, caressing your face.

"Me too," you giggle, lacing your arms around his neck, "What did you think of your first surface-dweller kiss?"

"Not too bad. I think I'll have to try it again before I decide if I really like it," he smirks.

"Well, if you get me out of this frigid water, I'll see what I can do about that," you tease back.

"Now that I can do," he announces.

You shriek in surprise as he swiftly lifts you from the water and into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. He chuckles in amusement and carries you bridal style back toward the shore.

"Orm!" you protest, in an obviously half-hearted fashion.

"I have to admit, concealing my Atlantean strength has been considerably more difficult than I anticipated," he reveals, wincing a bit, "I intended to bring a bottle of wine tonight as well, but- the glass here is far weaker than what I'm accustomed to."

You laugh. "Well, it's the thought that counts."

"I'm glad you think so. Because I thought since I'm responsible for us missing the best part of the sunset, that perhaps we could lie under the stars instead?" he suggests, setting you down gently on your feet upon the blanket.

"I would love to," you say, looking up at him, "But aren't you freezing in those clothes?"

"I'm used to it," he shrugs, "I don't think I feel the cold the same as you."

"In that case," you say, pulling him closer into tender kiss, "What do you think about that?"

He grins.

"It was perfect, and I'm certain it will not be my last."

You no longer feel the chill as you cling to him, and he rests his forehead to yours. It didn't matter where the tides of life would take you next. As long as Orm was there to hold you in the waves, you would always be in your favorite place.

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seventeen ao3 fic recs

other rec lists

pt. 2 (completed shorter fics, <10k words)

pt. 3 (incomplete fics)

so i recently got into reading svt fics and this is a compilation of a few of my favourites :) all recs here are completed (yay no cliffhangers)!

these are mostly minwon, but there are some other pairings as well and i'll be updating this as i go~

also props to anyone who writes!! both fics and in general bc writing is not easy and the creativity and flair that some of these authors have... simply unmatched

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all-time faves (last updated 9/5/2024)

as y'all can tell i love the longer fics bc they are j so immersive and memorable esp when the characters capture the essence and little quirks of svt so well sooo here goes

Catch the Stars (minwon, 150k words, completed)

this is often hailed as one of the top 3 minwon fics of all time and i wholeheartedly agree!! this might be my fave fic of all time - i really love the city boy x country boy trope, where the mcs form a connection in spite of their different backgrounds and life experiences hehe also random but some of the scenes reminded me of cmbyn (small town italy peachy summer vibes) lolol

Kalon (minwon, 200k words, completed)

my heart broke for wonwoo in this fic and it was absolutely worth the read :"") it's by the same author as catch the stars and her writing is just *chef's kiss* really loved how each conflict and setback was handled and built upon, and wonwoo's inner conflict due to his fear of relationships was really well-depicted and realistic, and the intimacy of them spending time together in the spectacle shop after hours was everything i could've asked for

Love Stuck (minwon, 200k words, completed)

don't usually read parent aus because i prefer stories where the mcs are closer in profile to the actual pair but this was very well-written!! loved how the author handled the struggles of single parent-child dynamics as well as the slow burn - each character was really fleshed out, the chapters didn't feel repetitive despite the fic being quite long and it was all in all a vv wholesome fic hehe

'til kingdom come (minwon, 160k words, completed)

this was a historical au and the writing was so poetic!! and exquisite!! not forgetting the tension and drama of it all, how the world-building was so intricately wrought out, the language so befitting of the period, the development of the entire war arc beyond the romance, each character so original yet still bearing hints that remain true to their persons, the chapters being well-paced, the epilogue that wrapped things up so beautifully... i can't even begin to fathom how long it took the author to come up with this gripping masterpiece askshdfjkdsf i'd give a million kudos if i could

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others (in order of descending word count)

the sun and the silver lining (minwon, 60k words, completed)

this one made my heart feel things :"") really loved this author's descriptions (the metaphors in this fic were unparalleled) and how they give nuance to the internal thoughts and feelings of the characters!! slight b99 vibes with policeofficer!wonwoo x paramedic!mingyu lolol

Like the Beginning (minwon, 55k words, completed)

this was heartbreak/comfort with a second-chance romance and slight hospital playlist vibes lol i relish in the pain of reading about wonwoo trying to go back to how things were, mingyu being torn between indulging him and wanting to keep his distance, that feeling of looking at someone you once loved only to realise that you never moved on in the first place ugh

in defense of the side character (minwon, 55k words, completed)

actor!mingyu x scriptwriter!wonwoo - super well-written and it even has art!! the scripts made it all the more realistic and i have a soft spot for fics on the entertainment industry bc the overall atmosphere is always a little different from the slice of life/school aus like there's this underlying tension of being under public scrutiny and the pressure of being public figures and i j love when the fics capture these nuances in the story hah

Change of Ends (soonwoo, 52k, completed)

tennis!au - this might actually be my favourite soonwoo fic ever?? loved how their relationship was fleshed out over the years with the use of a non-linear narrative to sprinkle in memories from their past between their moments at present, and wonwoo was so sweet and loving here and it was such a refreshing take on his character bc he is usually the colder one. also, the level of detail for the sport was incredible and made the reading experience extra immersive so highly-recommend!!

A Mighty Stranger (minwon, 50k words, completed)

a fantasy minwon au for a change! really cool concept for a fic and there was so much effort and research that went into this bc the story spanned across different continents and time periods so i'd recommend this to those looking for smth diff

The Times We Fell (minwon, 46k, completed)

this one definitely did things to my heart :"") loved the visuals of hockeyplayer!mingyu x figureskater!wonwoo, the development of their enemies(?)-to-friends-to-lovers arc, how their relationship remained strong and steady throughout despite being met with various obstacles and external pressures along the way, how Mingyu rekindled Wonwoo's love for skating not once but twice, just them being a healthy and supportive couple - a beautiful read!

cut to the feeling (soonwoo, 44k, completed)

this was a character study on emotional self-torture and every chapter was an absolute sucker punch to the gut - loved the sadness and pining for the drama but i also felt like plot-wise the events didn't really justify the intensity of it all as much as the author's other piece :"/ writing was still amazing though!!

gold fever (seokgyu, 43k words, completed)

archer!seokmin x weightlifter!mingyu in a college au - really liked the vibes and writing in this fic :) seokgyu fics are rare and i feel like it's bc their dynamics on-camera mostly revolve around teasing/bickering it's hard to picture anything else, but the slow-burn element brought smth fresh and new to their dynamics and it was such an enjoyable read!

just let me know (i'll be on the floor) (verkwan, 30k words, completed)

soft and sweet friends-to-lovers fic that made my heart so warm!! really loved how their relationship unfolded over time, how they took care of each other as roommates, with seungkwan's obliviousness and denial and vernon being so patient with him throughout - 'twas a lovely slice-of-life read that brought comfort and joy :)

A (Revised Guide to Lab Safety) (soonwoo, 25k words, completed)

askjfsds this was an amazing mix of soonwoo peer dynamics in a college au + science!! their lab partners-to-friends-to-lovers arc was really too cute so i'd highly recommend this to soonwoo enthusiasts

tu me manques (minwon, 26k words, completed)

this really captured the feeling of watching 90s & early 2000s romcoms (think before sunrise, chasing liberty, serendipity etc) and was written so beautifully i might cry :"") really loved the travelling aspect of it, the scenic descriptions of each city made the fic so immersive, like i was there along w them sigh

also wonwoo has slight manic pixie dream boy vibes and mingyu is just there lolol

snowflake, i'll catch you tonight (minwon, 25k words, completed)

this was really cute!! just soft and fluffy vibes in general and characterisation was super on point bc wonwoo is literally winter personified lmao

a mix of sun and clouds (soonwoo, 24k words, completed)

lovelovelove aus with interesting professions, and this time they're both working at a weather station! soonyoung being a weather nerd is such a delight to read, and wonwoo's emotional constipation + little acts of service never gets old hehe geguri is amazing

Paradise Lost (minwon, 24k, completed)

sad fics have a chokehold on me and this one definitely takes the cake... was left in tears and i would risk it all to experience it for the first time again

despite this being a post-apocalyptic au, the development of the romance arc was treated softly and gently, that the moments of tenderness between the mcs shone through the violence and ruin that surrounded them. it was a really refreshing take on domesticity, one that took me by surprise, and it's a pity that the author only has 2 works!! i need MORE

Bend (and Break) (seoksoon, 23k words, completed)

fwb-to-friends-to-lovers seoksoon?? another wholesome fic and i loved the build up in this fic, where the mcs are basically doing all but admitting their feelings for each other UGH so cute

175°C for 60 minutes (seokgyu, 23k words, completed)

vv cute baking rivals au!! love how little clues were sprinkled throughout the story and came together at the end to tie things up nicely hehe

Lie Again (gyuhan, 22k words, completed)

the best gyuhan fic (that i've read so far) !! aka the chronicles of one (1) emotionally-unavailable yoon jeonghan where he learns to embrace the notion of Having Feelings ™ ft some of my other fave ships seoksoo and soonwoo

stillness and motion (seokhao, 21k words, completed)

give me a fic about emotionally-repressed characters that yearn and do everything but communicate and i'll eat it up!! the tension built up between (former) teammates in sport aus are a different breed and i'm absolutely here for it

For Want of Glory (woncheol, 21k words, completed)

secret agent au! loved woncheol's dynamics here, and it's really endearing to read from coups' pov because i love the way he just PINES

you make me feel good (i like it) (soonwoo, 18k words, completed)

no spoilers but this was an absolute beast of a fic that DESTROYED me the best way possible :"") each chapter was succinct yet packed a punch, loveloveloved how the element of time travel was weaved into the storyline!! op you are a genius for conceiving and writing this

Storm Warning (wonhui, 18k words, completed)

jun as a manic pixie dream type here is everything!! ww's feelings are so valid bc if jun was my neighbour, i too, would fall in love right away HAHA

now i'm covered in you (soonwoo, 16k words, completed)

it's the art of dealing with grief and moving on in a sweet and tender fic - highly recommend!

full ten (minwon, 14k words, completed)

super adorable strangers-to-roommates-to-lovers fic!! i really loved that they each had their own lives (preferences, habits, jobs and interests) before they met each other, and coming to live together only made their lives better - there's just something about the intimacy of co-existing in the same space with someone, bonding over simple weeknight dinners, developing a shared routine over time :"")

favorite (minwon, 14k, completed)

this was a v lovely friends-to-lovers fic - really loved the timelapse of small moments between them from both perspectives!

helios (minwon, 13k, completed)

a literal masterpiece - great execution of a cool concept, and wonwoo's persona as an artist was really well-crafted!!

day ones all i keep around me (minwon, 12k words, completed)

established (secret) relationship where minwon tries to soft-launch their marriage but their fans are too dense to realise LMAO this was really cute, and i loved the dynamics between streamer!wonwoo x soccerplayer!mingyu hehe

Flowers In My Path, My Love (seokwoo, 12k words, completed)

this was the cutest college meet-cute aka hotpoetryclassguy!wonwoo x cutepoetryclassguy!dk - it really captured the moments of fumbling, awkward shyness when interacting with crushes so well and bonus points for describing dk as sunshine bc he really is the brightest boy!!

light the way home (and i'll follow) (minwon, 10k words, completed)

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feel free to rec any fics based on what i've shared!! would really appreciate it thank you hehe

#seventeen #svt #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #mingyu #wonwoo #meanie #minwon #seoksoon #hoshi #dokyeom #vernon #seungkwan #verkwan #fic recs #fanfiction #seokgyu #kim mingyu #jeon wonwoo #kwon soonyoung #lee dokyeom #chwe vernon #boo seungkwan #soonwoo

[medievalfangirl]

Chapter 33! Uhmm, please don’t kill me?

@geekandbooknerd @i-cordelia @prettythingsvs2 @inforapound @mrsalwayswrite @nzfangirl @itzmegaaaaaaan @joyofbebbanburg @misfitsandmuses @jessieray98 @obtuse91 @thunderhawk727 @stupefyslytherin @scarletvhope @blah-blah-blah-bla @trenko-heart @solinarimoon @morosemagick @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225 @persephones-journey @osferth @naaladareia

#the last kingdom #finan x oc #finan #uhtred of bebbanburg #the last kingdom fanfiction #fanfic #the last kingdom fanfic #time travel #let's be danes ⚔️ #finan x ofc #finan x original character #finan x reader #the last kingdom fandom

[lunaerys-archeron]

THE SHADOW QUEEN

Mainlist | Prologue | Chapter I

(This is based on my book on wattpad)

Daemon Targaryen x OC!(Lunaerys Novak)

For caution, most of this is fictional not included in the books or show!! So there will be more than a few of my original characters that have last names of main characters.

When Aegon the Conqueror and his three sisters came to Conquer what was known as, Westeros, the Seven Kingdoms. There was another Kingdom that was not part of neither of these realms, it was its own entire world. The Kingdom of Adrithe, an own realm built of gold and black steel. The capital was known as Morruk, in which House Novak, the royal family of Adrithe had ruled over their sacred realm. It was said that the people of Adrithe had prayed and worshiped the Gods of the Old Flame, five gods in which created the very first fire, Aellos known as the almighty of all of the Old Flame souls, and sacred oaths. Rhemeros, the goddess of fertility and life. Moruku, the goddess of Seas and Darkness. Orkos, the God of War and Protector of warriors and children, and lastly Lunaeros, the goddess of mischief and eternal death. The legend states that they were siblings, born of the skies, their duty was to create the first fire. The first eternal life.

When the four had came forth to the earth's grounds, they had presented a large land of people their gift, in exchange for their worship and their fair treaties the four gods would present them with fire and protection. During this encounter the gods had chosen a woman to be their sole messenger, she was named, Amaris Novak. The first Queen of Adrithe, the lady of Morruk.

As centuries passed Queen's and King's had came and went, all proudly honoring House Novak.

When Aegon Targaryen, known as the Conqueror of his realms had traveled to Adrithe with his three sisters he had threatened their Kingdom to bend the knee, or they'd face the consequences with the fire of their dragons.

Adrithe's then ruler, King Silas Novak refused to bend the knee to a man who called himself a King for forcing with fear and death.

But Aegon was desperate to have control over what could become a threat to his new Kingdom, the Dragon King offered his only sister he was not wedded, Aelara Targaryen, as Aegon had been married to his other two sisters Visenya and Rhaenys.

However, King Silas refused. For he did not wish to marry a girl ten years his younger, she was only ten and six, and himself twenty and six. He did not want to break the innocence of a young girl who was used as a pawn for her brothers gain, nor did he wish to be stuck in a loveless marriage.

Though King Silas made a deal with Aegon, if he truly wished to go to war then not only would Adrithe go to war but so would Dorne. For Adrithe and Dorne were bound eternally by blood from Silas, as he was of both old flame and dornish blood. Both would gladly go to war for their people. Or, if Aegon never called war against Adrithe, House Targaryen would be welcomed to make trades within their Kingdom.

It was that day, one in which the sun bled blood over its light.

A treaty was sealed in written blood. Adrithe and Westeros would never be at war with one another.

A moons term celebration was thrown, House Novak and House Targaryen joined together as one for days and nights. But twas' on the last night, King Silas had asked Queen Visenya to join him for a dance after he asked her husband. The Dragon and Wolf of the East danced as if they were old lovers.

And that is what they were. Just for one night. Forbidden lovers.

It was three years later, when Silas had sent word for Aegon as they had grown to close friends over their peaceful years since their treaty, Silas Novak was to be married to Alysara Stark. A woman of the cold North, someone he grew to love wholeheartedly. Two wolves of different claims.

It was said that on the night of Silas Novak' wedding to his consort, Queen Alysara Stark. That Visenya had revealed to Silas that her son, Maegor Targaryen, was of blood of both his and her own. Silas did not believe her words, until he saw the young boy run with is brother. Maegor Targaryen was his son. A child born from no marriage. A bastard.

Silas wished to claim Maegor as his own, but Visenya refused. Stating that the Iron Throne was to be his once Aegon passed, and the Iron Throne costed more than a throne made of bones.

More years passed and Silas Novak and Alysara Stark created four children, all boys who resembled their father and mother. For they had their mothers norther hair and sharp features, but wore the golden eyes of their father. News had been shared throughout every single realm known, and when it reached the ears of House Targaryen. Visenya had seethed in anger.

Now that her old lover had children of his own, four, son's at that, and another on the way. Her son Maegor went down the line of Adrithe's succession. For she wanted her son to be King to both Kingdoms.

War breeched when Maegor Targaryen came of age and his brother Aenys had died. He wage war against Adrithe, destroying the treaty his father had once created.

The histories based on this war had stated many different outcomes, but one thing that stayed the same. Visenya Targaryen was the reason for both of her sisters and her sons death. Adrithe and Dorne joined together, their forces to harsh against their dragons, for scorpion blood and viper venom with nightshade killed them painfully but quickly. Aelara and Rhaenys Targaryen died with their dragons. And Maegor died by the hands of his five half-brothers, not knowing they were his blood.

When Jaehaerys Targaryen came to the succeed his uncle as King to the Iron Throne, he tried to make amends with Adrithe once again, to fix what Maegor broke. But Adrithe would no longer find themselves agreeing to another treaty that would one day be broken by a Targaryens' ambition.

Thus, Adrithe and House Targaryen never once again saw eye to eye.

So when King Aelor Novak, the great-grandson of King Silas, received raven from King Jaehaerys Targaryen, in the year 97 a.c. He was shortly surprised and angered at the offer.

For, Jaehaerys had offered his second born grandson, Prince Daemon Targaryen to marry his daughter and heir, Princess Lunaerys Novak.

Would House Novak and House Targaryen finally be joined together as one, as the gods of both the Old Flame and Old Valyria had once intended? Or would they end in another war.

Only Princess Lunaerys and Prince Daemon would decide.

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#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #aemma arryn #lunaerys novak #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfic #house targaryen #house stark #house aellos

[cubitodragon-moved]

A really out of pocket thought occurred to me while trying to wake up for work, ahead of Fit’s stream today.

FitMC is a Kingdom Hearts fan.

He often has different tracks from the first two games playing in the background of his streams. This has been really consistent since the start of the QSMP, alongside the Final Fantasy X OST.

Both games have strong themes tied to memories, dreams, and otherworldly powers manipulating reality and the people in it.

I believe he’s mentioned KH2 as being one of his faves, and really liking the character Roxas. A character who you start that game with, enjoying the last 7 days of his summer vacation with his friends in a place called Twilight Town.

And who — if you’ll allow for slight, extremely simplified spoilers for an 18 year old game (ignore any unrelated internal high pitched screaming you can hear in the distance, I just feel really old all of a sudden) — discovers the entire world he lives isn’t real, that everything and (almost) everyone present is simulated, and that he is considered a means to an end to regain the data needed to restore someone else’s existence.

Everybody’s favourite Federation Janitor is on the island on a mission, under the guise of being on vacation. He has received reminders, twice, in the form of a clock delivered by a Code Entity that his time is running out. He is here to recover all of the player data. And he has stated that everyone else on the Island would hate him if they knew the real reason why he was really there.

Adding to that: Fit’s memory has been glitching on him recently, key details forgotten - such as the name of the Contractor who originally sent him to Quesadilla Island. Visual glitches occur on screen and Fit winces with the onset of headaches. Three times now this has led to him preparing to enter a deep sleep, with the hopes of recovering those memories. That third time may be tonight.

"A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to line the pieces up—yours and mine." — Kingdom Hearts II

I think that we are about to witness the end of FitMC’s “vacation” on Quesadilla Island. And we’re going to get a peek behind the curtain at what’s coming for the server in the new year.

"I've been having these weird thoughts lately.. Like… is any of this for real, or not?" — Kingdom Hearts

#qsmp #Qsmp crack theory #Qsmp theory #Qsmp fitmc #don huevo may not be an anime fan but he sure is a squeenix one #Siri play ‘Otherworld’ from Final Fantasy X #if I’m even slightly on the dart board with this crackpot theory I will #probably donate bits to Fit or something #idk #if you really want to go into the weeds with this one #the man could be making a Kingdom Hearts χ reference #but I don’t think he’d make that deep a cut #….. #would he? #oh god