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oneawkwardwriter · 2 months

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Hi i love ur writing. Sorry this is long but could you do a Caspian x pevensie!reader whose susan’s twin and like he chose her over susan and like they meet in prince caspian and fall in love and he “proposes” but then she can’t come back to narnia.

BUT THEN… she goes back with E Lucy and Eustace(whose kinda her enemy in a funny way) for some reason and she’s with Caspian and it’s just them on the Dawn Treader and Lucy tells caspian how sad she’s been the year they were back.

Can it just be really angsty and fluffy at the same time🤭🤭

Sorry this is long i just love ur writing💋💋

Prove Her Wrong

pairing: Dawn Treader!King Caspian x Pevensie!fem!reader warnings: angst obviously, dw it's also fluffy, mentions of drowning (no one actually does, but it feels like it for a moment), amicable banter, pining, regretting decisions, use of y/n (I'm so sorry) summary: both you and caspian have been miserable a/n: aahh, I love this idea so much! Also, thank you for giving me an excuse to watch the movies again, really needed that. I did kind of twist the plot to make it fit better, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Sorry it took this long to write it, my schedule's been packed for the last couple of weeks, I hope the fic makes up for it. wc: 2.6k

It had all happened too fast to comprehend. One second, you're standing in your cousin's room looking at a painting. The next, you're engulfed in a massive ocean trying to keep your head above the surface.

Too busy looking for the younger children, you hadn't even noticed the change in the atmosphere. Everything had gotten a little brighter, the air more fresh, the sky more clear. But you were preoccupied trying to make it out alive as the currents tried to pull you below the surface.

"Lucy!? Edmund!?" You yell out with what little breath you had left. "Eustace!? Anyone, where are you!?"

Somewhere to your right (or left, seeing as you had no sense of direction anymore), you heard a faint voice you recognised as your younger sister calling out for you.

"Lucy!" You manage to get out as you try to swim towards her. As you come closer, you were able to make out the two boys as well.

"What happened, where are we?" Eustace calls out, arms flailing around him as he tries to keep his head above water.

You share a fleeting look with your younger brother and sister, and something in your gut tells you you know exactly where you are.

"We're back, aren't we?" Edmund asks, confirming your suspiscion. But before you can answer his question, a ship dooms up, and it was approaching you rapidly.

"Swim!" You shouted, trying to put a safe distance between you and the ship while also trying to keep the others closeby.

You heard a few loud plunges into the water, and when you turned around for a moment, you saw some of the crewmembers swimming towards you. A moment later, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist.

"It's alright, I've got you." An all too familiar voice reassures you. You turned around, only to be met with a slightly older version of the man you had been forced to leave behind the last time you had left Narnia.

"Caspian..." You say breathlessly as you look into his eyes.

"Y/n..." He responds, equally out of breathe and clearly both surprised and confused to see you here.

Together with the other crewmates, he helps you onto the ship, even Eustace who is screaming fire and demanding to back to England. Someone hands you a warm blanket, which you gladly accept and drape around your shoulders. You glance at Caspian, and for a moment your gazes lock, before he is pulled away by Edmund.

"Did you call for us?" He asks, to which Caspian shakes his head.

"No, I didn't. Not this time, at least," Caspian answers, glancing over to you once more as he does.

You're interrupted by a shrieking Eustace, who is swatting away a large mouse sitting on his chest.

"Get this filthy animal off of me!" He screeches as he scrambles backwards.

"Pretty sure that mouse is far cleaner than you are, Eustace," You say as you roll your eyes and shake your head. "It's good to see you again, Reepicheep."

"It is a delight to see you as well, Your Majesties," He responds, bowing down for a moment.

Caspian walks up to the stairs that lead to the quarterdeck and addresses the crew. "Men, behold our castaways: Edmund the Just, Lucy the Valient and Y/n the Righteous; High King and Queens of Narnia."

All the men on the ship went down on their knees and bowed deeply in respect of you. No matter how many times you had been called Queen, it always sent shivers down your spine.

Caspian led the three of you towards the King's quarters, which doubled as his study, leaving Eustace in the care of the crew, who had fainted when he had seen Tavros the minotaur. You had been given some dry clothes that fit you like a glove, although your shirt was a little big and had a vaguely familiar scent to it.

In the middle of the room, a huge map of Narnia was sprawled out across the table. You scanned over it, your finger absently tracing the coastal lines as you lightly smiled to yourself. You wouldn't admit it out loud, but you had missed being here when you were back in England.

With Peter and Susan off to America, you been left to stay at your aunt and uncle's house with your younger siblings. At first, you had thought it wildly unfair to be stuck in England whilst your older brother and twin-sister got to live with your parents across the Atlantic ocean.

Eventually, you had calmed down and accepted your fate. Most of the time, you could be found lightly fidgeting with the one possession you had been able to take back with you from your last adventure in Narnia; a simple silver ring you kept on a piece of string around your neck. It reminded you of a time where you didn't feel like the second option, a feeling that haunted you often when being compared to your twin.

"It has been three years since we won Narnia back from my uncle," Caspian explains as he points towards the map, "There is peace in the entire country now."

"And have you found yourself a Queen in those three years?" Lucy asks, making you look up from the map. She truly didn't mean any harm with the question, but Edmund lightly nudges her side and gives her a stern look.

"No," Caspian says with a light chuckle to alleviate the tension, "not one to compare with your sister..."

"Hang on," Edmund interrupts, "But if there's no wars to fight, and no one's in trouble... then why are we here?"

"That's a good question. I've been asking myself the same thing," Caspian answers. "Before I tried to take the throne back from my uncle, he went after my father's closest advisors, the seven Lords of Telmar. They fled to the Lone Islands, but no one has heard from them since."

"So you think something's happened to them?"

"Well, if it has, it's my duty to find out," Caspian says rather solemnly. He looks over at you, trying to get a read on you, but your eyes are glued to the map in front of you.

"What's east of the Lone Islands?" Lucy asks, pointing towards the map where it just says The Great Eastern Ocean.

"Unchartered waters," Drinian, the captain, answers. "Things you could barely imagine. Tales of sea serpents and worse..."

"Sea serpents?" Edmund asks, his face lighting up at the sound of something dangerous to battle against.

"Alright, Captain, that's enough of your tall tales," Caspian interrupts. "You are free to go wherever you want on this ship, it is as much yours as it is mine."

It's a silent cue for Edmund and Lucy to go with the captain and explore the ship, while you stay in the quarters, leaning against the table, your eyes still locked on the parchment. After the door shuts, Caspian speaks up once again.

"Can you at least look at me?" He asks, his voice much softer and hesitant now. "Please?"

You lightly sigh as you look up at him, your eyes instantly finding his. "I'm sorry I left," You say truthfully, even though you sound rather defeated.

"Don't apologise, I- I shouldn't have asked you to stay." This time, it's Caspian who lets his head fall and gaze upon the map. "I knew you couldn't, yet I asked you anyway. I am sorry, for putting you in that position, that was selfish."

"It's alright," You somewhat reassure him, "Aslan knows I would have been just as selfish had roles been reversed. But we can't change the past, and we mustn't let it stand in the way of our future." You take a deep breath as you take a step closer to him. "You deserve a bright future filled with happiness, Caspian. Don't let me stand in the way of that by holding onto something that can't be."

It's the right thing to say, the logical thing to say. You're from a different world, there's no way of knowing if you'll be able to stay in this one after the adventure is over. It guts you to the core to walk out of the King's quarters, it tears your heart apart, but you try to shake it off as you go out onto the main deck.

Luckily for you, you're able to take your mind off of it when you notice your cousin Eustace talking to a regular seagull.

"What on Earth are you doing talking to a bird?" You say, a somewhat smug tone laced in your voice. You're called the Righteous, not the Humble, and for good reason.

"I just assumed that-" Eustace begins, his face turning a light shade of pink.

"That just because a mouse can talk, so must a bird?" Maybe it's a coping mechanism for the shattered heart in your chest, but you let out a light chuckle. "Oh cousin, you have a lot to learn about how things work here. Good to know you can't claim to be the smartest person in every realm." You shake your head and hear a few crewmen chuckle along.

The sky gets darker as the evening falls, and the crew celebrates the your arrival with festive spirits. Sea shanties are sung, dancing goes hand in hand with a lot of laughter and a couple of bottles of liquor are brought out.

Despite the gloomy thoughts that have been haunting you for the day (and the days before that), you laugh and leap along with the crewmen. Even Eustace loosens up a little, although keeping it modest. The only one who seems unaffected by the joyious celebrations is the king, who sits on the staircase and watches the others, or rather, watches you.

At some point, he is joined by Lucy, who due to her young age can't participate in the drinking and adult activities. She sits down next to him and keeps quiet for a little while, before speaking up.

"What's bothering you, Caspian?" She asks softly. "Is it the Lords?"

"For the first time in a long time, it actually isn't, my friend," He says truthfully, letting out a sigh. "It feels like even when she is this close, she is still worlds away."

He didn't have to say your name in order for Lucy to understand. It's the same way you didn't need to mention his whenever she would find you staring mindlessly at the wall or out the window back in England. You would always have that same tragic look in your eyes while you fidgeted with the ring around your neck, no matter how hard you would try to mask it whenever Lucy got your attention.

"You know, she feels the same way right now," Lucy responds, feeling incredibly sorry for both your misery.

"She's evidently better at coping with it than I am." The words came out more bitter than intended, but Lucy couldn't really blame him.

"Out here, maybe. But back in England," She refrained from saying 'back at home', never having been able to call it home when she had missed Narnia too much. "Back in England, she was a mess. A beautiful, poised and collected mess, but crumbling down on the inside."

Caspian didn't speak up, but simply looked sorry and felt even more remorseful than he already had.

"She kept the ring, you know," Lucy continues, "Oh, she would never say it out loud, but it was obvious she regretted leaving Narnia, leaving you most of all. I'm pretty sure she would give anything to stay this time around, if you'd ask her again."

"She told me to let go of a future with her, said she didn't want to stand in the way of my happiness," Caspian argues solemnly, "Sounded a lot like she wanted to move on from all of this."

"That's what she thinks is the right thing to do, because it makes more sense," Lucy counters. "Prove to her that it isn't."

With that, she stands up from the stairs and walks out into the crowd. Turning around one last time, she says:

"Oh, and maybe do something about the beard, it might remind her of the man she fell in love with."

Caspian lightly rolls his eyes at her comment, but decides to take her up on it nonetheless when he retired to the barracks below deck. For the sake of privacy, he had given his quarters to you and Lucy to stay in while you were on the ship.

Later that night, when everyone was passed out in their beds, Caspian went onto the deck to get some fresh air, where he soon notices you, leaning on the railing while you looked up at the stars.

"Still having trouble sleeping?" He asks as he stands next to you.

"Insomnia doesn't go away so easily, it seems," You softly chuckle, having to do a double take when you notice he has shaved. "I was almost getting used to that beard, but I'm glad you shaved it off any way."

"What is it with the hostility against my facial hair?" Caspian comments as he raises an eyebrow at you. "I thought it made me look ruggedly handsome."

"Who'd you have to look ruggedly handsome for before we showed up today?" You ask in a mocking way, making you lightly snicker when Caspian takes on a defensive tone. "Oh, stop it, I was merely teasing."

"Teasing, are you now?" He asks, a mischievous glint sparking up in his eyes as he leans in just a little. "That's not very Queen-like behaviour, now is it?"

You lightly sigh, letting your head fall for a moment before you speak up. "Perhaps I've gotten a bit rusty," You note, "I haven't been a Queen for a while now, you know?"

"Oh, don't worry, it's like riding a horse," Caspian assures you, "It's not something you can unlearn, even if you don't practice anymore."

"Well, maybe it's a good thing. Might make the next time I leave more easy..."

"You're still planning on leaving after this adventure?" Caspian asks, his voice growing a little more quiet. "You can stay, you do know that, right? You did the first time, surely you can-"

"Caspian, please," You interrupt him, pushing away from the railing and taking a few steps back, "It's too difficult, you know that. I can't just leave my family behind, and I can't ask them to stay."

"You don't have to do that. I am certain there's a way for you to move freely between realms," Caspian suggests, "And if there isn't, we'll find a way. Somehow, things like this have a way of working out."

He takes a step towards you, reaching out but refraining from touching you just yet. "Besides," He continues, "Time goes by much slower there than it does here right? We can figure this out and they won't even notice you're not there."

He searches for your eyes as he takes another step towards you, a silent longing in his eyes as he does. "You don't have to come with an answer right now. Whether it's tomorrow, next week or at the very last second, I don't care as long as you're certain that whatever you choose is something you actually want, not what you think is right."

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Okay," You say after a while. Your eyes are still closed, but a small creeps up on your lips.

"Okay?" Caspian echoes, his eyes sparking up, even though he's not sure he heard you correctly.

"Yeah," You say, opening your eyes to look into his. "Okay, I'll stay. But I might change my mind if you don't come here and kiss me, because-"

Luckily, he cuts you off mid-sentence by pulling you in and effectively using his lips to shut you up. You can feel him smile against your lips, and you can't help but reciprocate the gesture while your hands run up into his hair.

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srbachchan · 5 months

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DAY 5754

Jalsa, Mumbai Nov 18/19, 2023 Sat/Sun 1:13 AM

Chhat Puja (Pratihar Sashthi/Surya Sashthi) Sunday, 19 November

Birthday - EF Rubina Mulchandani ; Ef Pravin Ahuja (noida) 'poet sahab' Sunday, 19 November ... birthday greetings to you and the affection f the Ef family .. ❤️

.. that strain again .. and again .. and again ... at this hour of having just finished work .. no work no play .. yes .. began at 7 am and now in completion .. that is and be the essence of day of us that work .. no work no play .. without it , like the sun never came out .. clouded in its translucent obliquity .. 'abrupt and angular but the very' ... aahh forgot those precious words of Hrish Da's brother on set on one of his films .. 'soul of magnanimity and rectitude' .. found it .. yaaaayyyy !

abrupt and angular but the very soul of magnanimity and rectitude ..

.. he had described the character I played in 'NamakHaram' .. Hrishi Da's film with Rajesh Khanna .. an Indian Becket .. that incredulous film with Peter O' Toole and Richard Burton , playing King and his confidant a commoner , almost .. christenned in the Court much to the dislike of the Church Archbishop .. but what an envious casting and performance abilities of these two giants .. and what a story .. ably adapted by Hrishikesh Mukherjee in the local version of a business tycoon, his empire and his dear friend, whom he has trusted to death and who turns the tide when he discovers the inappropriateness of the labour force that works for his friend's factory and the continued conflict that arises between these two inseparable friends ..

.. the description of the character .. but how mutedly significant in the environment of the day, when the surya devta plays truant ..

o .. lost my thought process .. in the wonderment of the days of this shoot at Mohan Studios .. now sold and converted into a multi storied real estate monstrosity , like many others .. never a word or thought of the massive creativity it encountered during its functionality .. Bimal Roy and his genius, Hrish Da, Prakash Mehra and their huge structured films and so many many others .. lost and gone to the concrete .. but in the memories of archives , now finding it difficult to survive ..

but life and work as I said needs to go on .. each day and enthusiastic run for the glory of the audience- the ones that made and make you !!

i retire ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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starlessnightx · 7 months

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Sebeks so fangirl coded I love him, like we're literally the same

Not his tsum smooching Mal's face?? how does it feel to live my dream?AAHH

??? Girl same tbh

literally me as soon as someone approaches me

Speak our truth, king

My thoughts exactly

Also, hanging a portrait of Malleus in his room, hes so real for that

#sebek zigvolt #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst malleus #twst sebek #malleus draconia #diasomnia

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michelleleewise · 1 year

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Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun!Loki x Asgardian F!reader

Warnings: Some dark themes ahead (mild, and not in detail), minor smut in the start, not graphic, swearing, plotting, forced imprisonment, language (use of whore), minor character death (deserved), attempted assault (not graphic or in detail), political subterfuge

Summary: Loki decides to soften his approach with you as danger lurks just out of site.....

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part three--Part four-

Loki reached down, lacing his fingers through the woman's hair pulling her head back as he snapped his hips into her. "Mm...loooki..." She moaned, pushing her hips back against him as he rutted into her. He hadn't planned on bedding her again, he had had his fun but that woman, that..... asgardian frustrated him so, he needed release and returning to his chambers finding her naked upon his bed how could he deny her "Harder Loki!..aahh..." She groaned. He gripped her hair tighter making her cry out "you will get what i give you." He growled thrusting into her hard. "If you are going to come I would do it soon." He groaned gripping her hip feeling his release building. "B..but loki...." She whined trying to turn her head when he pushed her head down.

He felt her walls flutter around him as he pulled out, stroking himself to completion, his seed dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. He sighed, closing his eyes he released her head laying down looking up at the ceiling. "That was amazing Loki." She smiled laying down, her voice grating his nerves. "Yes...I am." He said looking over at her "You may go, I have no more use for you." He said as she stared at him. "B..but i.." she started when he sat up "I have been sated, now go." He said slipping his robe on walking to the sitting room. Stoking the fire he felt her arms wrap around him from behind. He grabbed her wrists turning around "either you go, or I can have you put in a cell next to my asgardian, i am gathering quite the collection of trophies." He smiled "what say you....princess." He sneered pushing her hands away.

"I will not be treated this way, I am a noble!" She yelled "yes, a noble who came to me as a wanton whore needing my cock." He sneered feeling the sting of her hand on his cheek. He turned his head looking down at her taking a step toward her "leave now...while I still allow it." He growled through clenched teeth. She huffed before going to his doors, slamming them behind her as she left. He rubbed his hand across his cheek as he walked to his desk picking up the scroll he found in your belongings, sitting down reading it again. He knew there was more to this, it wasn't feasible for one woman to take down the allfather on her own. He needed to get to the bottom of it, but you were stubborn and head strong. He would need to approach this a different way.

You heard voices In the distance, cracking your eyes open you didn't see anyone but you couldn't turn your head. "How long do you think they'll be here?" You heard someone ask "I'm not sure, I know their princess is having a good time." You heard another as they both laughed. "Her reputation does proceed her, and we all know the kings appetites." The one said when you heard footsteps coming up behind you. "Speaking of appetites." One growled when you felt something cold on your back "the king will have your head, he has ordered her to be left alone." The other said, feeling the cold begin to move down your back you used all your strength to pull your arms out, the ice encasing you not budging "this can't be happening." You said to yourself feeling your eyes sting.

"The king is too busy with his whore." The other said, gasping when the cold hit your bare skin at the hem of your pants "besides, how will he know?" The other growled. "You will likely split her in half, thats how." The other said feeling two large hands on your hips you dug your nails into your palms, kicking your legs out behind you "Mm she's fiesty..let's see how long that lasts." He sneered. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for what was to come when the cold was suddenly ripped off you, your eyes flying open hearing a gurgling sound. You shifted on your feet trying to pull yourself free when a hand pressed to your back "calm yourself asgardian." You heard Loki's voice from behind you, and as much as you hate it it calmed you.

You felt the ice crack around you as it gave way, an arm snaking around your middle holding you up as your body slumped. "Take her to my chambers by the fire and leave." You heard Loki growl when another guard hauled you over his shoulder. You tilted your head up seeing one of the giants sprawled on the floor, red pouring from his neck as the other stood with his head down when your eyes met Loki's. You shivered seeing the anger in his expression, your eyes traveled down seeing the dagger in his hand, red dripping from the tip as he pointed it to the other giant before you were carried out into the hall. You let your head lull, your eyes closing with the rocking of the guards steps when he came to a stop, a door opening as you were brought into the familiar room.

He placed a hand on your back, slowly setting you down next to the fire, hooking the chains onto the ring in the floor. He stood clearing his throat "the king will be with you shortly." He said walking to the door. You stared into the fire, leaning against the hearth feeling your eyes grow heavy with the warmth. You heard the chamber door gently click shut as you laid all the way down on your side, watching the embers glow. "Heimdall...please...." you tried, your voice strained with your dry throat. The only sound the cracking of the fire when you felt a single tear stream across your face into your hair, you didn't know how much more you could endure. You wished you still had the bottle odin had given you, atleast then you would be free.

You slowly opened your eyes, the fire still burning bright making you squint. You shifted to your back feeling a fur wrapped around you. "Ah, there you are." You heard, tilting your head seeing Loki sat in his chair, one leg crossed over the other watching you. "You have been asleep for some time, I was afraid you may not wake." He said putting his foot down. "I have brought you sustenance, If you wish to survive this you need to eat." He said pointing to the small table next to you. You slowly sat up, tossing the fur aside leaning against the wall "I must apologize for my subordinates behavior, he has been....dealt with." He said leaning forward watching you. You looked to the plate of food, your stomach churning at the site "and If I do not." You croaked, your voice hoarse "I realize you are a warrior, bred and trained for battle....but do you truly wish to meet your glorious end due to starvation?" He asked not taking his eyes off of you.

You looked down, fidgeting with the hem of your tunic "why.." you whispered into the room "why what?" He asked standing up walking towards you. You looked up, seeing him towering over you "why am I still alive?" You asked, watching him crouch down in front of you "you...my dear, are more valuable then you believe." He said smiling. "There is a plan, sabotage if you will...and I will uncover it." He said grabbing the plate of foot holding it out to you "and I belive you and I could be of use to eachother." He said. You looked into his eyes, the crimson shining bright in the fire. You reached out taking the plate from him as he sat down in front of you. "After what transpired today, you will stay here with me, so I can keep an eye on you" he said, handing you a cup of water from the table.

"Are you not afraid I will kill you in your sleep." You growled looking up at him. "If I was, you would not still be alive." He said smirking. You brought the cup to your lips, the cool water hitting your throat making you moan as you downed it. "I must admit I wouldn't mind hearing that sound again." He purred. "I would rather die...monster." You snapped slamming the cup down hearing him laugh "we shall see how long your resolve lasts." He said winking. He stood abruptly, walking back to his desk, you took in his tall frame, his broad shoulders flexing under his dark green tunic. The way his long hair cascaded down his back. He wasn't like the other giants, though you were loath to admit it he was...beautiful.

He turned to the side, reading over some papers as you looked at his profile. His sharp cheek bones, the ridges that traveled his skin. He was smaller then the others but no less powerful. "I will have some clothes brought for you, and if you behave maybe I can arrange a bath..would you like that?" He asked snapping you out of your trance "umm..i..sure." You shrugged looking down. You heard him walk back to you, his boots coming into your vision as he crouched down again. You felt his cold fingers under your chin lifting your head to look at him "you know, you are quite pretty....for an asgardian." He smiled. You jerked your head away looking back down hearing him laugh "I will return shortly." He said standing walking to the door. You released the breath you were holding hearing the door click shut, quickly diving into the food he had left. You had to find a way out....and soon.

The woman pushed away from Loki's chambers, fuming as she made her way to the guest chambers. She was on a time limit and it was running out. She walked in, slamming the door seeing a piece of paper on the floor. "We will be traveling back to Vanahiem in seven days time. Make sure you are ready." She read, crumbling the note she threw it into the fire. "Dammit!" She yelled kicking over the chair at her desk. She was afraid this would happen, the king had a reputation for being cold and heartless, but she hoped she would be able to bend him to her will as she had with so many others...but he would not relent.

She stormed into her room, sitting on the bed she closed her eyes focusing her energy on where she needed to go. She opened her eyes, the bright gold of the room blinding her. "Ah, Ostara..what do I owe the pleasure?" She heard, turning to the dais "your plan is not working, everything is falling apart." She said storming to the bottom of the steps. "Well, then you know what you must do." He said standing up. "I don't know if the spell will work, he is stubborn and he has become vexed with...her." She snapped crossing her arms. "You are one of the most powerful sorceresses on Vanahiem, and your worried about a soldier." He asked laughing. "You do not see the way he looks at her, talks about her" She snapped.

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"Then end her." He said walking down the steps to her. "I sent a small vial of poison with with her, it is most likely with her belongings." He said "all you must do is slip it into her drink." He continued. "Everything must be on schedule, since she failed you must proceed." He said circling her "Marry the king and slaughter him as he sleeps. You as the queen, and no heirs to the throne will ascend to rule, Jotunhiem will finally be under my rule." He said smiling. "Our rule." She said looking at him. "You will still answer to me." He growled stepping towards her "now go, we are running out if time." He said waving his hand. "Yes...allfather." She said tilting her head. She closed her eyes, opening them seeing the walls of the guest chambers. She got up, grabbing her book from the table sitting down, smiling when she found what she was looking for.

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sleepy--anon · 28 days

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Day 7: Birthday

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The dream team laid comfortably on Dream’s king sized bed, binge watching the walking dead per Sapnap’s request. Today was his birthday after all. After his stream everyone pretty much dispersed so the boys cuddled up for a binge watch. Sapnap laid in the middle with George on his right and Dream on his left. They claim that it's more practical since he's a human heater but he knows they just love to cuddle and he's more open about it. A few tears had been shed over some character deaths, as was evident by the tear drops on Sapnap’s hoodie. Sapnap played with Dream’s hair and rubbed George’s back throughout their watch, nearly putting George to sleep. Sap changed his soothing rubs to walking his fingers up his back ribs, making it fair by slipping his hand down to skitter across Dream’s neck, jaw, and chin.

"StohohoOHOP whyhyhyhy??!!"

"I dihihihidn't dohohoho ahahahanythihihihing!"

"Because I felt like it~" Dream curled himself deeper into Sapnap’s chest but George reached back to grab his hand which earned him a light swat.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ It's my birthday~ Therefore you have to let me do this~ yes~?" The question wasn't rhetorical, it was directed at both older boys who blushed dark and avoid each other's eyes.

"Yes~?" He asked a little louder, squeezing Dream's tummy and pinching George’s ribs and motivation.

"AAHH YES YEHEHEHES!"

"FIHIHIHNE FIHIHIHIHIHINE!" Sapnap flattened his hands, giving both boys a small break. He switched to light back tickles for Dream, loving the bubbly giggles they pulled and how cuddly they made him. He switched to tracing George’s unreasonably sensitive ears, watching him hide his face in his neck and giggle hysterically with little kicks. Unbeknownst to them, Sapnap had just distracted them from a really depressing segment.

#mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle fic #ler!sapnap #lee!dream #lee!george #lee!georgenotfound #sleepy's ler!sapnap week #sleepy's ficlets

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anniflamma · 2 months

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Man, I'm going a bit crazy with the idea of Mephiboseth and Absalom a bit here like, for starters Mephisboseth has to deal with the whole drama that if it wasn't because he had already been injured that the people who took care of him would have never loved him or let him live long enough as he is now. Cuz he is the heir of Jonathan after all, but also its the exact reason that he is the son of Jonathan that David cares about the boy so much, maybe just as much as Solomon, even though it isn't so noticeable when there's a lot of the problems in the family that arouse due to David's many wives and children.

One of which is of course Absalom. And to an extent I feel like he would become jealous but, I also like to think about he would grow out of that when he sees that 1)Mephisboseth poses no threat to him, heck less threat than his brothers currently do, 2) He seems a bit more lonely in the regard that he is the only heir of a lost family whose only person he could call a familiar being the maid that saved and keeps caring for him like a mother. And 3) Maybe the idea of Tamar being close to Mephisboseth would be nice to write about (but will also add a sadder tone when Mephisboseth can't do anything about what's going to happen to Tamar. 😔) especially considering how her other bothers might be.

Like maybe Mephisboseth is also quite the contrast compared to Absalom who is pompous and extroverted in his own regard. Like even when the deals of the court get to be too much Absalom can go back to Mephisboseth because with him there's no need to put on a show so that he can look better than his two (one really, the second son seems to be as invisible as middle child gets) brothers. After some years he might not care much about his father's favoritism because well, he knows he is great enough by himself. Not as wise as Solomon but enough, probably because Mephisboseth and Tamar hype him up a lot. (And that care that Tamar shows to them probably is what makes Amnon so bitter to the point of committing horrible things in the first place. Because not only is he hurting Tamar, he also hurts Absalom who wasn't present at the one time Tamar needed her, and Mephisboseth who even if he was, wouldn't have been strong enough to help her— or maybe would have tried and ended up getting more hurt because of his disability.)

Either way of how you put the story, the tragedy will so deep throat that I can't stop thinking about it.

And sidenote, the fact that Siba was kept in charge of Mephiboseth during the rebellion of Absalom was just a little note honestly but my mind went to the idea that maybe, because Mephiboseth cares about Absalom so much he would have tried to help him in any way he can, and David— who had met in secret with Jonathan before, who knows the lengths he would have gone for to be with the one he loves– tries to impose him from meeting Absalom in the case that another son of his, the son of *Jonathan*, dies. (Not to mention he would also have broken his covenant with Jonathan if Mephiboseth were to die.)

Sorry mate. I'm so sorry but you are suffering with me after giving me this idea 😔

Hey, I have no problem suffering with you! Where are all my papers on Mephi/Absolom stuff!? 😫

I couldn't agree with you more on this! There are so many themes you could explore with a story about Mephiboseth. The conflicts... The emotional turmoil... aahh! I believe the dynamic between Absolom and Mephi would be such a fascinating aspect.

Mephiboseth suffered greatly from the trauma of his accident and the sudden loss of his father in one single day. Following this, Siba, Saul's servant, tended to him and relocated him to a place literary called “Nothing,” reinforcing Mephi’s belief that he is insignificant. Even in the Bible, his insecurity is evident as he refers to himself as “nothing more than a dead dog.” Therefore, when he gets an summon to David’s palace and meet the king and his family for the first time, I always wonder about what is his perspective? Does Mephi harbor resentment? Is there jealousy towards Absalom and David’s other sons who grew up in a luxurious palace— a life that was meant to be his? And imagine if Jonathan had survived, then Absalom and Mephiboseth would have grown up together as brothers….

And yhea, It is pretty much canon that Absolom and Mephiboseth are the opposite from each other. Like you said, one is beautiful, popular, pompous, extroverted and a prince. And the other is lame, introverted and a "nobody". Which is something I can eat everyday! I just love the opposite attracts trope!

For Absalom, he had grown up in a grand palace that strictly forbade the presence of anyone with disabilities. David, for a really stupid reason, held a strong dislike towards those who were blind or deaf. However, everything took a different turn when David brought a new child into the court, publicly declaring him as his own son and warning sternly that any harm towards the boy would be met with severe consequences. I think this sudden change could leave Absalom confused and somewhat resentful of his father's abrupt favoritism towards this random boy. He probably would feel jealous at first, but probably quickly shifts and not lingering on these emotions for long.

I also see that the relationship between David and Mephiboseth is not entirely healthy. David's protectiveness towards Mephiboseth could even borders to an obsession, stemming from his fear of losing "Jonathan” again. I thinks that Mephi would looks and resembling his father in every way, When Mephiboseth stands before him, David is overcome with emotion.

Picture him trembling on the floor before the king, uncertain of his fate, why he is here. In a surprising turn, David pulls him into a tight embrace, tears streaming down his face, perhaps softly uttering Jonathan's name. Confused and hesitant, Mephiboseth eventually returns the hug. 😭

David has good intentions and cares deeply for Mephiboseth, but his love for him seems to come with conditions. It raises the question of whether David's affection for Mephiboseth would remain unchanged if he were not Jonathan's son. The likely answer is no, something that Mephiboseth probably already knows about. The only reason David lifts the ban on disabled individuals entering the palace is because he desires to have Mephiboseth live with him and his family.

Then we have David's overprotectiveness during the rebellion. Despite being torn between loyalty to Absalom and David, Mephiboseth is forced to remain at the palace due to Siba's influence. Siba, believing that a lame person should not stand beside the King, prevents Mephiboseth from joining David but as well not allowed to follow Absalom. It could be that David might actually be alright with leaving Mephiboseth behind at the palace. A recurring theme in "The Prince’s Psalm" is how others underestimate David and try to forces him to stay low and at home. His family unknowingly hurts him when they are doing it. This mirrors how David unknowingly makes the same the mistreatment he endured from his brothers onto Mephiboseth.

There could be also a theme with David not viewing Mephibosheth as his own person. When Siba lies that Mephibosheth has betrayed David and that he has left the palace, David becomes enraged and gives all the inheritance that he would give to Mephibosheth to Siba instead, not taking time to think or ask for evidence. It also shows that he doesn’t really know Mephibosheth, that he immediately believes someone else's words. It gives the feeling of "putting him on a pedestal." What I'm trying to say here is that David loves Mephibosheth for Jonathan’s sake. It's a beautiful thing between David and Jonathan but not as much for Mephibosheth, if you know what I mean.

And there are so many parallels between David and Jonathan’s story with Absalom and Mephibosheth. It has the same story beats but the roles are reversed. The "shepherd" stays in the castle while the prince is on the run from the king.

Regarding Tamar, it's a very sensitive topic. The assault of Tamar in the Bible is only used as motivation for Absalom to start the rebellion. After that, Tamar isn't important narratively anymore. She is only mentioned once more after the assault, when Absalom names his firstborn after his sister. This act struck me as such sweet thing, cuz it's probably the only time in the Bible where a male character celebrates having a daughter. Personally, I've always been uncomfortable with female characters experiencing trauma solely to drive the motivations of male characters. As well as that a character would sexually abuse another character just to hurt someone else. Amnon comes across as nothing more than a creepy stalker in the bible, and I don't think he doesn't need any additional motivation for assaulting Tamar. Like you said, I really like the idea of having Mephibosheth and Tamar become good friends, leading Amnon to feel jealousy. But it wouldn’t be the main factor why he was harming Tamar in the first place. He was obsessed with her already and resorted to trickery to manipulate David into sending her alone to his bedchamber—a situation that would never have occurred if she hadn't been ordered or coerced into it. I do think that both Absalom and Mephi would blame themselves that they couldn't protect her but then Absalom redirects that resentment towards David. This would happened to Mephi as well but he becomes conflicted. That he don't want to blame David for forcing Tamar to be alone with Amnon at first but then realize it later. I'm not sure about what I could add to Tamar's story…. Perhaps keeping her involved in the story could enhance her character arc? For instance, instead of Siba aiding Mephibosheth in meeting Absalom secretly, maybe Tamar could fulfill this role instead? I dunno, I'm not sure.

Though if Mephibosheth and Absalom's relationship were romantic, then David would probably immediately spot it. 😅 I don’t think that he would mind in the beginning, and even it would make him reminisce his memories with Jonathan. But when Absalom starts the rebellion, he obviously sees him as a threat to Mephibosheth. And after Absalom’s death… Yeah, there we have the sad juice. David mourns for his son's death and we have Mephibosheth mourning too by David's side. It's like a reflection of Saul and Jonathan, but this time, it’s “David” who died. And it's the King and the “prince“ still living.

I WANT THIS TO BE A BOOK SO MUCH! 😫

#asks #long post #tw sa mention #bible #the prince's psalm #david/jonathan #Absalom #Tamar #Mephibosheth

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duckwithablog · 2 years

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Chance to encourage another writer go brrrr /gen

I saw you did letters!! I don't see much of those- How aboooutt..

What if the reader is away on a trip, and MK/Mei (Or whoever, really. I could even see Tang being set as the designated writer by the group) is writing them letters updating them on what's going on?

Telling them who misses them, what the others have to say, etc! You could even have it be set for after certain episodes (i.e. MK's clones, Macaque's first appearance, etc), if you'd want.

P.S.

Doing this first because, SDJHHJFJHDSHJ YOU ARE LITERALLY SO NICE TO ME,,, HHH,,,

This is gonna be set after the pilot, so Reader went on their little vacation a few days before everything started! Which means they missed out on a shit ton of action-

Monkey Gang sends Reader a letter

Being on vacation wasn't all that bad, really. While you loved Megapolis and all your friends, you decided that some R&R was in order and left for a few days. They've been sending you letters back and forth, each updating you on whatever was going on while you were away. This time, though, you feel that you might have missed out on something major during your trip.

The letter started out normal. The moment you saw the messy handwriting and little doodles squeezed in the paper instantly made you smile. MK never changes, does he?

But then you started reading.

Hey there, Y/n! Sorry we haven't been writing to you that much, but a lot happened while you were away! Not sure if you heard, but the city was under attack recently-

Your frown, a pinch of worry pooling in your chest. Did something bad happen while you were gone? Was everyone okay?

Don't worry, though! Everyone's a-ok!

You breathe a sigh of relief.

The city got destroyed, but other than that, everything's fine!

You jolt. The city got what?

Everyone else misses you a whole bunch. Especially after what happened! You missed a lot while you were away! Pigsy said something about telling you about everything when you get home, but I think I should say it now, just to give you a heads up.

A sense of foreboding seeps into your mind. Oh god, this won't be good.

While the city was getting destroyed, I found this super cool magical staff! I found it while delivering noodles and got chased by a flame demon, it was wild.

You choked.

What the hell happened while you were gone?!

But it's alright, I handled it! Turns out the staff belonged to (wait for it) THE MONKEY KING!! ISN'T THAT SO COOL?? I actually got to meet him too!! We all went to Flower Fruit Mountain to give it back, but in the end, I ended up having to save the city! Crazy right?

Your eyes widen.

... Excuse me?

Aahh, I promise I'm not messing with you!! It'll be so much easier to explain it in person, I swear!!

Pigsy said that you were coming back in a few days, I can't wait to see you again! Mei says to bring us something cool from your trip, and Tang says that he'll save you some noodles when you get back! Pigsy tells you to be safe, but he also said that he isn't just gonna give you noodles for free (I think he's lying though).

We're all so excited to see you home!! We love you :D

Sincerely, MK (The new Monkie Kid!!)

You slump backwards after reading the letter, shock settling into your bones. After processing what the hell you just read, an unsure (but hopeful) smile grows on your face.

Well, at least you'll have some wild stories once you get back.

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Sort of different than a usual letter, but I wanted to try this out and test the waters! Hope you like it!!

#lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lmk xiaotian #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid letters #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #lmk monkey king #lmk mei #gn reader #x reader #duckiswriting

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bunnikida · 2 months

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YOU KNOW DINOSAUR KING⁉️⁉️

It was my first ever anime and I love it so so much but I never see anyone mention it aahh!! My favorite was Zoe :3

HA DO I KNOW DINOSAUR KING??? DO I?? Dinosaur king is the reason I'm still obsessed with dinosaurs after 13 years, I literally have a dinosaur shrine at my adult apartment that I pay for with my adult money

I love it so much I loved all the characters, the plot, the dinosaurs, the teaming up with our enemies from the first season to become a found family that time travels thing

I'm glad you also watched it when you were younger, it makes me so.happy that people know it 😭😭😭

#you're my best friend now it's not negotiable #i will let you play with my copious amounts of dinosaur merch

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thisisourplayground · 10 months

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More than that

This is now home

The raid left Katrina's people homeless, severely injured and being slaves to these pagan savages. The screams of her people haunted her dreams ,thier crys, the screams of death still fresh in my mind. This was a week ago and here she was serving who she now came to know as King Ragnar Lothbrok and his family. Her hatred towards this man and his fellow men who raided her village was beyond words and a few time she would get unwanted comments, hard spanks to the rear, being yanked by a drunken fool looking for a maiden to warm his bed for the night...Pigs.

" dancers! Where are the dancers" some drunken man yelled which his friend chimed in agreement demanding more entertainment. Serving the queen she grabs my arm and tells me to go dance about to refuse when she cuts in " we are short staffed of dancers and I seen you when you are not on duty. Now..." taking the now empty tray and set it down on the steps, she nudged me to join the other slave women who were coming to dance.

From across the hall was a young Viking soldier chatting away to one of men about the spoils of war. " at last more entertainment!" his drunken friend says gulping down the rest of his ale and was poured more when a maiden passed by with a jug.

Bjorn turns to see what tonight's entertainment was, two nights before it was men dancing on tables and acting a fool while singing songs of old or legends or myths , tonight was girls... women. Some were from his own house hall but there were a hand full of new fresh faces and one caught his attention.

Walking away from his friend who was getting more drunk as the night went on, the young man's eyes not leaving the beauty that captured his attention since her capture. Dark long locks that reached her lower back, golden tan skin tone and those eyes as green as the summers grass but also mixed in was the blue of the ocean. He has never seen such eyes nor such beauty in his 18 years of life, getting closer he watched this new slave girl dance in tone, on beat with the music, Damn it what was her name he first saw her on one of the boats when sailing back home, he told himself he would find her once they got back but other things got in the way if it was not chors then it was war affairs if it was not that either then it was looking after his younger brothers when Aslaug was away attending to other duties around the village but here she was tonight.

Katrina spotted him, king Ragnar's eldest son....Bjorn. she heard chamber maids talking about the young man and she only saw a few glimps here and there of him coming and going from his house or from the great hall or from the ships and she must say he was rather beautiful to look at but no... he was everything she hated. Being shaken out of her thoughts she was violently grabbed and with force pulled to another being " aahh haaa ha haaa! She is coming with me tonight!" a drunk swine says barley able to keep his footing and almost taking Katrina with him. It happened all too fast when somebody else grabs her and looking over she sees him....Bjorn defending her, axe drawn after punching the drunk making him tumble and fall. A few other men intervened wanting to steal the now already shaken up woman but Bjorn wasnt having it, with her safe behind him away from the chaos he fought anyone who tried and by the looks of it, it really didnt take much to knock a man down and hoping he stayed that way.

The hall fall silent

Unable to stay much longer Katrina left not wanting to be around the toxic uncomfortable environment,it didn't take long for Bjorn to follow when outside the air was cool. Looking to see where she had gone he walked a good distant from the hall and there she was walking down the path along side some houses, running to catch up he tried calling for her and once close enough he grabs her arm what he got back in return was the sting his cheek received and the hard shove of his chest " get away from me!" She yelled venomous, touching his now sore cheek which no doubt would be red by now, he looked at the girl he just saved. " I take it that was your way of thanking me" Bjorn says with a chuckle " I did not need it" katrina tells him very coldly while yanking her arm from his grasp " oh so I should've let that man throw you over his shoulder and take you to his house where he could do what he pleases with you?" Bjorn responds back and when he didnt get answer only for her to look away from him so he went on " hm? I should've looked the other way and have him violate you" again no responds back. Taking his chance he took a few steps forward only to have her take a few back " I would never hurt a woman... I wouldn't even dare dream of such a horrible thing" Bjorn frowns as he stated "I would never hurt you" he promise that got her looking at him again so he gave a soft smile " I'm Bjorn" he lifts his hand for her to shake. He doesn't know why he was doing this but in order for her to trust him and feel safe around him, he'd had to do things he never done before which felt strange but if that's what it takes for this woman to feel at ease than by Odin he will do so. " I know who you are Bjorn son of Ragnar. Because of your father and your men I am left homeless" katrina says then turns to leave but Bjorn was faster and rushed to block her path " I deeply apologize for the down fall of you and your people I really truly am but the future my father sees for my people is far too great and the deal we made with your king, we had to take some of you and leave some of my own people there so they can have better farm lands " while Bjorn explained his people's reasoning all she got was selfish reasons. " I really dont care about you nor your people but what I care for is my freedom and the freedom of my farm folk. But as you say it was fate" she didnt even want to be around him for one he was a pain for reasons she still trying to find excuses for and also she didnt want to be around him because of how he made her feel.

Trying to walk around him but got blocked again " remove yourself from my path Bjorn" she hissed and when she saw he wasnt moving she walks straight to him and shove him say over and over move only to get a no in return over and over. Having enough Bjorn grabs hold of the woman and pins her to a near by house wall just an inch betwee them , he took that time to admire this woman's beauty. Her pink full lips, her eyes, her nos, unable to resist he leans in and very lightly brushed his lips over hers and there it was... that feeling, he could not put in to words what it was or how it felt but it shot straight through his heart, the tingling feeling down his spine what was this? Wanting more he did it again and when he done it again he wanted to feel her lips on his.

A light gasp escapes from Katrina what in God's name was she doing, this boy was a pagan savage he left her homeless but this felt.. NO! Turning her head away his lips brushed over her cheek . There was silence the only thing that could be hears was dogs barking in the distance, the rustling of the spring leaves in trees. Once she finally spoke it was a soft whisper " let me go" she begs only for to respond with the shaking of his head no " I cannot." He said looking at her " I will not" he adds. Shutting her eyes she fists her hands on his chest " after what I felt today I cannot and will not and I refuse to let you go." He tells her placing his hand on her cheek with his thumb brushing her cheek " I think.... the Gods placed you in my path because you are Destined to be with me. You were fated to be mine" he spoke softly gazing at the slave madien.

Katrina shakes her head and shoves him away from her putting distance between the two "no!" She yells when he wanted to come closer and reach for her. She could see the pain on his face as he let his hand fall to his side "....n-no" she says then walks passed him to go home. Why was her heart hurting she should hate that boy and rightfully so and she should but this tugging of her heart, unknown to her she stopped and looked back at Bjorn and found he was still standing there. What she did next was not of her own accord but of her urges making her way back to him she watched as he did the same and once close she grabbed him and kisses him. That feeling what was this it was so strange but it felt so right being held close to him the safety in his arms felt good, felt right. Pulling away she moved out his arms and out his grasp and without saying a word she left.

Bjorn couldnt find the words she grabbed him and kissed him,bold of her to so he would love to more than anything go after her, throw her over his shoulder and take her back home where he could show her just how much of effect she had on him but being who he was he just stood there and watched the woman he was growing a fancy to walk away. Touching his lips and couldn't help smile, he watched her disappear around a corner. He knew where she lived 5 houses down from that very corner chuckling to himself with his fingers still on his lips he makes his ways home.

Never in his years has he met such a being and for her to slap him, he didnt blame her its dark and she was alone so at any corner there would be someone who would appear out of nowhere to take advantage of her. By the gods he wouldnt ever dare let that happen, not to her because she was his and who ever even felt brave enough to challenge that would be met with a horrible fate.

It was decided this woman, this.... Christian woman was his to protect and to love. Nothing would separate him from her come hell or high water that maiden was his

#the vikings #vikings #bjorn #bjorn ironside #Viking #fic writing #fanfiction #Ragnar

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