#So yeah Marian can get it

[the-busy-ghost]

Love that Wilkie Collins apparently kept getting letters from guys who were convinced that Marian Halcombe must have been based on a real woman, begging him to introduce them because they were desperate to marry her

#Look Marian didn't need a man but also good for the girl that gets introduced to us as the ugly sister #And I don't mean in that silly Hollywood 'wears glasses but is otherwise conventionally hot way' #I mean 'there is nothing wrong with this woman but she has features that are still mocked and treated with revulsion in the 21st century #So yeah Marian can get it #Poor Wilkie Collins though like how many times do you have to break the hearts of various Berties and Georges and Neds #Before they understand that this fictional character you created isn't going to marry them #All these dudes totally convinced that he was hiding her somewhere #Not to mention all the exasperated parents in Britain whose sons won't get married because they're pining for a fictional woman #Young Algernon COULD be working hard to get a promotion at the bank but instead he's rereading the woman in white again #Cecil turns down a perfectly good job in Canada because he's president of the West Dulwich branch of the Miss Halcombe fan club #And I realise I sound very dismissive but honestly? Good for these young men as well #The Woman in White

[forgottenamira]

Amira, Witch-Queen of Kolchis

headcanon time!! ok so this has the chance to get loooong so imma spare us aLL and bulletpoint this one, but everyone and esp @forgottenedmund as both admin and the other person currently playing a calainon, lmk what you think bc this might just be ~too insane and idk what you have planned etc alskdjflkjsdfjkdf

KOLCHIS & INTRO

house calainon does not exist or, it perhaps once did, but if it ever truly did, the ages have turned its true history to legend and myth

nonetheless, amira and her brothers make claim to that descent through one tenuous proof: witchcraft

while, given her husband's acute hatred of all seers, this might seem a great shock, this is also the truth, and it is (part of) why amira so tenaciously clings to the memory of her grandmother's gift

so real talk, im using kolchis as the place-holder name for the place amira's from (yes i ~did lift that from greek myth and just partially changed the spelling and no i will ~not apologize ;D), but im picturing an ancient athens meets mythological colchis meets constantinople/the byzantine empire w/ just a dash of ptolemaic alexandria sdlkafjskljdfjkdsf gotta grab all my greek-rooted mega cultures ig laksdjfkjlsdf (and yeah im sure the soldiers there def dip into sparta shhhh) so yeahhhh when you picture amira growing up, its that

CALAINON

in ages past, it is written, there once lived a young and ambitious warlord, called calainon, who is said to have conquered the known world (think alexander the great meets achilles meets hercules meets oedipus meets pelops meets atreus etc etc)

many legends speak of this ambitious fellow, holding often that he was the son of a god and a mortal woman, that he was possessed of superhuman strength and skill and daring, and that no mere mortal could stand before him

while there is no certainty, in truth, that this person ever did exist, it is said that he was the founder of the great city of kolchis, which he made the center of his great empire and that he built the still unfinished, storm-struck tower which was, for many eons, the highest building in all the world and called the stair of calainon (as according to legend he had built it as an attempt to reach the heavens and tear the gods from their holy temples in the skies)

there are two versions of the tales of calainon -- one in which he is cast as a tragic hero, and another in which he apears as a twisted villain

known to history both as calainon the deathless (for it is said that he groans still, buried deep in the bowels of the earth, half unable to die as his father was a god and half unable to live as his mother was a mortal) or, more popularly, cursed calainon the balsphemer

it will probs not surprise you to learn that calainon has always been a great hero of roderick's and thus that, tying his own burgeoning legend to the great calainon's, was a very appealing prospect to roderick

many hero-kings, horrific monsters, celebrated seers, cruel despots, and tragic martyrs of myth and legend are said to have descended from the house of calainon, and it is said that the line of calainon will endure until the end of all time for, cursed though they may be, half-gods they once were also

yet, if any of them ever did exist, it is ages past since any of them were known, save one source: local legend of kolchis speaks of the high priestesses of kolchis...

CALAINON THE VILLAIN

often held up as an example of hubris, calainon dared so much that the gods, themselves, stepped in

a great war took place and, it is oft said in kolchis that calainon committed the heresy of not merely daring to lock away the gods -- a heroic act -- but of attempting to steal their power

all of this he attempted w the erstwhile help of the guardian of kolchis known as the kolchian dragon

some myths hold that the great poisonous drake aided him only in sealing away the gods, and he forced the guardian's hand in attempting to steal the power of the gods

but others hold the guardian wished to aid him in both quests

tales disagree as well on how much calainon achieved: did he manage to seize for himself the power of the gods, or did he fail?

all sources agree on one thing however: there was a titanic battle fought amongst the clouds. the earth shook, lightning broke the fortress below, tidal waves sweeping the broken battlements away, and whole islands were drowned in the uproarious fury of the gods

but ultimately, though sealed away, the gods prevailed and cast down the heretic calainon in his hubris, imprisoning him forever beneath the earth

in his defeat, they cursed him, blinded him, and buried him alive, hurled from the heavens into the abyss of the earth (think: fall of lucifer sort of imagery)

in some variants, the gods also cursed his bloodline forever after, but this is another point upon which there are several variants

CALAINON THE HERO & THE HIGH PRIESTESS OF KOLCHIS

one of the many myths of calainon relates to an unending fire and a dragon, and it is in this version of the story (which happens to be roderick's favorite), that calainon appears not as a villain, but as a hero

in this legend, calainon's war with the gods is a fight for freedom, suppressing the deities with the help of kolchis' legendary guardian, known most often as the kolchian dragon

in the tragedy of the great calainon, he fights the gods only to be cast down in their vengeance, but not before sealing them away forever

in this version it is said that his warrior's spirit shall someday be reborn in a new form to lead the world once again (i invite you to guess how roderick might think he could potentially tie into this myth ;DDD)

according to a local legend in the great city of kolchis, before launching his campaign against the gods, calainon as god-king of kolchis appointed his eldest daughter, arsinoe, as high-priestess

she was a great seeress, famed for her wisdom and power, whose responsibility it was to tend the sacred eternal flame at the shrine of the kolchian dragon

hers was a fiery offering to keep the dragon-guardian strong against the fearsome gods, where her female descendants (for in kolchis it is held that a true seer must be a woman) shall forever after continue her great work, tending the eternal flame to assure that it may never go out or the kolchian dragon, the great guardian, will fade to nothing and die and, it is said, upon that day the gods will be unleashed and bring apocalypse upon the mortals who dared give them chains

this flame was a great bonfire at the center of the shrine, so vast that in ancient days, it was said that it could be seen in every part of the old city, a beacon that never went out

according to this legend, it is the divine blood of calainon which gives a seer her powers and, thus, it is believed -- according to this obscure kolchian legend -- that every single kolchian witch may trace her descent back to mighty calainon

A THOUSAND THOUSAND YEARS PASS...

in roderick's day, the most recent high priestess (sometimes called the 'fire-keeper' or 'witch-queen' of kolchis) was none other than the seeress who was amira's grandmother, with amira seemingly destined to be the next high priestess after her

while once the high priestesses of kolchis were revered, regarded almost like oracle of delphi meets melisandre of asshai-type figures, and each was regarded as the chief and best mystical advisor to the so-called god-kings of kolchis (so called bc it was calainon half-god who had established kingship in kolchis)

these priestesses were known as a powerhouses in their own right, the last known vestiages of calainon himself, ruling the hearts of the people of kolchis, and running a powerful temple overflowing with priestesses and acolytes, almost a small religious city within the greater city, itself, leading to them being known to outsiders as the 'witch-queen of kolchis'

yet by the time of amira's birth, the position had centuries since lost any luster, becoming a ruin of its former self

as the old religion faded into only memory anywhere but astaira, the high priestesses came to be despised, an embarrassing reminder of an age of backwater supersticion compared to the cosmopolitan center kolchis had became and wished to be

without the temple economy still running strong, kolchis' stratification intensified, till it was said that in kolchis, the rich fed not on fruits but on the poor

still worse for the temple, itself, nearly a thousand years ago, a war of religion broke out and the temple was sacked, much of it pulled down and the rest -- though marble -- burned (fun fact: marble ~will burn if the fire is hot enough) till all that was left of the erstwhile 'jewel of kolchis' was a crumbling, burned out shell of its former self. still, the high priestesses endured in the slums, and still the eternal flame burned on

the old city, where the ruined temple was located, was now located in the slums and grime of kolchis amongst its most dangerous dark corners

there, only the lost or the most daring would venture: the ruinous temple of the dragon and its keepers were seen as a supersticious and untrustworthy lot who lurked in the shadows, preying upon unsuspecting tourists

pick-pockets, liars, and harlots who played at mysticism and fortune telling to make off with valuables and steal souls, so the supersticion ran, for their dark, twisted magic

THE LIFE & TIMES OF AMIRA CALAINON

it is with this reputation and in this situation that amira and godfrey grew up, doing their utmost to protect little tristan from the sad truth of the world around them

their father had disappeared when tristan was a babe at the breast, likely murdered in the dangerous streets where they lived, while fleeing with what few valuables the family had left

their mother, the high priestess's only child, died of the pox while her children were still quiet small

thus, though blind and decrepit, it fell to their grandmother to raise her grandchildren

not thinking much of men in general, and regarding the sight as the realm of women anyway, as the kolchian culture long had held, the grandmother relied largely upon amira, training her in what arts she could with the expectation that, someday, amira's magic would show itself

a true believer, her grandmother was sure that, as the last female calainon, amira must be a witch or else the line of high priestesses would die with the grandmother, herself, unless amira were to produce a seer for a daughter

not wishing to surrender her only utility to an unborn daughter who may never even arrive, amira did her best to play along as a witch

a thing which exulted her in her grandmother's eyes who, though she loved her grandchildren fiercely, regarded only other seers as her equals

amira learned to read bones and fires and stars for potential futures (or at least to guess at them)

she learned to read people and 'see' in their futures what they wanted

she learned trickery and slight of hand and, perhaps most of all, she learned about poisons

such things were sacred to the kolchian dragon, known for poisonous fangs and breath and fire hot enough to melt the bones even of beings divine and cold as winter

meanwhile, living in extreme poverty, godfrey and amira learned to lie, to steal, to spy, and to cheat simply in order to subsist

RODERICK

by the time roderick invaded, things were desperate indeed

the star of the cosmopolitan center of kolchis, even, was well into its decline

kolchis had become so corrupt and top heavy that the rich knew little at all of what their ppl suffered -- and cared even less -- living in sublime luxury while everything they sat upon rotted beneath them

still, the god-king was eager to keep what little was left of his so-called empire, now reduced only to a single city

it was soon quite clear that kolchis was roderick's target

the god-king sent many troops to die in vain upon the teeth of roderick's armies, but nothing he did would hold the young would-be conqueror back

at last, with roderick upon him, the god-king ordered the impregnable gates of kolchis closed and laid in wait for a siege

the people in the streets began to starve -- and soon enough amira's own grandmother succumbed

but watching their grandmother slowly die, amira and godfrey had already long since sprung into action, lying and deceiving their way into the palace as servants

there they watched and listened and plotted, aligning themselves with a growing restless movement amongst the poor who meant to tear their god-king down w them

so it was that the common ppl stormed the god-king's castle, killing his guards and his ministers and hanging their bodies from the high walls and trees of of kolchis (yes this is a golden fleece reference)

ultimately, guided by amira and godfrey who knew the freedom fighters of kolchis could not possibly overpower roderick, the god-king's head was delivered to roderick as a gift, and the gates opened to him, inviting him inside as their celebrated and longed-for emperor, with amira as the chief intermediary sent to treat with him given her status as high priestess of kolchis

seeing an opportunity, amira immediately set about seducing the emperor, cleopatra and anne boleyn-style

while also taking full advantage of the local legend she'd heard from her grandmother, and introducing herself as amira calainon, supposedly acknowledged descendant of calainon, the first god-king of kolchis

she was willing to bet, afterall, that roderick probably admired and wished to associated with himself. she wasn't wrong.

so she brought him a head and a crown of laurel leaves and slowly made herself a queen

amira crowned roderick king of kolchis (roderick abolishing all use of the term 'god-king'), herself, in her role as high priestess of kolchis, in the sight of all the kolchians, at the ancient temple of the dragon which roderick had had esp restored for the event

before her marriage, she appointed an acting high priestess to keep the eternal flame burning

which roderick permits as a cultural tradition relating to the cultural hero, calainon, his own relative by marriage

a connection sealed with the birth of their son, edmund

VENGEANCE -- OR FEAR

to be clear, amira is not in love with roderick (they have some weird twisted thing that i could write its own novella on probs but that's for another time), he is the means to an end. for one thing, with one move she had gone from desperately clinging to survival in the slums to one of the richest and most powerful women in the known world, but this was not her only goal in wedding roderick.

amira wants money, she wants power, and she wants revenge. she wants vengeance on roderick, as she blames him (as well as the god-king of kolchis, but she's already wreaked her vengeance upon ~him) for the death of her grandmother, the only person besides godfrey who ever really looked out for amira, and certainly the only one who ever saw smth superior to all others in her.

she also wants revenge against all those -- and even the symbols of those -- who held her head underwater so long so that they, themsleves, could breathe

amira enjoys, endorses, and encourages all of roderick's worst traits bc his zest for conquest is a weapon she wields against the rest of the world. now ~she's the the one holding ~their heads underwater. bitch.

but most of all she wants revenge upon the world for allowing any of it to happen

she means to wait a long time to avenge herself on roderick, himself. when she is ready, he will die, as will all of his children save her own, and edmund will reign at last, and they will finally, finally be untouchable.

in the end, however, even amira's quest for vengeance is rooted in the deep horror she cannot face, the fear that she, too, will be conquered, defeated, helpless, and left to starve to death w the only ppl she truly loves in the fetid streets, just like the only woman who ever loved her.

however, she seeks always to project strength (even to herself!), as it is an armor, her last line of defense, to prevent this from happening, so she will stop at nothing, doing literally whatever it takes, to see her goals met bc then and only then will she be truly safe, or at least as safe as anyone in this world can ever be, with edmund as emperor

as a result, she is always quick to remind herself that it is vengeance and not safety she truly seeks -- but is that really true?

#ooc #about #edmund varmont #godfrey calainon #tristan calainon #roderick varmont #all this also made me think abt an au where she gives into roderick and becomes his official mistress instead of his queen #in that au edmund is his fav kid who he holds over the heads of his other children threatening to legitimize and disinherit them #in that au amira ultimately does poison the empress (so that roderick can marry ~her) but it takes far longer bc she has much less access #so she finally gets her at a big event where as a result dozens of other ppl are always poisoned #to this day roderick still believes ~he was the real target #amira does successfully persuade him to take her as his second wife but then there's strife at court as to whether edmund was legitimized #when they married or if only children born after their marriage can be seen so and ofc roderick won't way in #amira starts poisoning his legit kids as a result only for her to learn that he has now taken marian as his mistress #convinced that marian will kill amira the way amira killed the first empress she poisons her as well #but now her children suspect foul play and factions at court start whispering abt the fate of roderick's first empress #so w all these pressures amira decides to have another child and thus she gives her own son a rival for his future throne #idk where it all goes from there but yeah my brain really went wild on that one huh lakjsdflkjsdjf #ANYWAYYYYY #have her bg ig

[persephoneggsy]

A sort of follow up to that, "What if Sebastian went to the Wardens instead of the Chantry?" what if...

So you think there was ever thought or discussion about Sebastian going the Templar route in his Chantry service, vs the sworn Brother route? Why or why not? What would a Templar!Sebastian's life end up looking like if it ever did happen?

So I actually had an AU for this — not Templar!Sebastian, but Seeker!Sebastian.

Apparently a Vael served as the leader of the Seekers (Alandra Vael, per the Dragon Age wiki), so instead of being sent to become a brother in the faith, Sebastian’s parents send him to the Seekers of Truth. He’s a bit older than their usual recruits, and he’s certainly more rebellious, but he shows great potential, so they accept him.

Sebastian fights against his training at first, and tries to escape multiple times. He’s always caught, however, and the senior Seekers treat his escape attempts as amusing distractions. Eventually, he has a talk with an older Seeker, Cassandra Pentaghast, who at first disliked him due to his arrogant nature and perceived selfish attitude. She offers him the chance to escape for good, but asks what he plans to do.

This causes him to realize that he has nowhere to go. His family won’t take him back, they might even send him somewhere worse. He breaks down at this revelation, causing Cassandra to feel pity for him. She tells him that the Seekers are a good and noble group, and she thinks he could do very well here, if he chooses.

He calms down and returns to the Seekers. Cassandra opts to supervise his training herself, and true to her word, once he applies himself, he does very well. Archery remains his primary skill, but with some help from Cassandra, he becomes a passable swordsman as well. He also takes his studying more seriously and turns more to his faith.

Soon, he’s able to undergo the process of becoming a proper Seeker; a full year of fasting, prayer, and seclusion. He completes this process, but when he comes out, there’s unfortunate news: two weeks after his seclusion began, his entire family was slaughtered.

Of course, Sebastian is distraught, and furious that no one told him (because they wanted him to complete the ritual uninterrupted). It’s been long enough now that his cousin Goran is seated comfortably on the throne, and due to marry Flora Harimann. The prime window of opportunity for staking his claim to the throne has passed, and his choice is made for him.

It takes him some time, but he has Cassandra and perhaps other Seekers as support, so eventually he accepts his lot in life and faithfully carries out his work as a Seeker. He’s still restless and angry and grieving, but he’s learned to hide it better.

Then, one day, he’s given a task by his superiors to investigate the suspected abuse committed by the templars at the Kirkwall Circle of Magi. As it happens, he’s been conducting his own secret investigation into his family’s deaths, and his last lead also ended in Kirkwall.

Cassandra confides in him before he sets out and tells him she recommended him for the assignment. He’ll have to do his duties as a Seeker first, but if he has free time, she doesn’t see why he can’t look into his own business while he’s there. Touched by her support, Sebastian thanks her, and sets out.

I like to think he arrives sometime before Act 3 starts, and runs into Hawke, the newly-named Champion of Kirkwall…

#ask #daughterofhighever blog #yeah it's more a seeker au than a templar au sorry lol #anyway he meets marian in kirkwall and they still fall in love the end :P #sebastian vael #he goes undercover as a normal templar recruit so he can gather evidence but then hawke and co. accidentally find out he's a seeker #so they get roped into helping (read: they insert themselves into his investigation) #so maybe in this au *nders calms the fuck down meredith gets arrested and no churches get exploded! yay! #imagining sebastian as more confident mostly bc he doesn't have to worry about getting possessed in this au lol

[navree]

https://at.tumblr.com/alicoles/which-one-of-henry-viiis-wives-is-alicent/k8sabcwh80z0 👀I trust now to you and your history expertise

Ah, the Tudors, literally my first ever foray into getting weirdly obsessed with periods of history, this is a merger of two very intense interests lol.

Also I personally voted for Jane Seymour, even tho an argument could be made for Katherine Parr if I wanted to, because there definitely are similarities in story and in temperament (as fas as we can guess, considering we don't know that much about Jane which is why stannes who get so weird about her fucking INFURIATE me), and also because there's a recap blog that's been watching The Tudors that described Annabelle Wallis's Jane as essentially a woman married to an abusive man who is working really hard to toe the line and make sure that she never got on his bad side or said the wrong thing and just always kept her cool and her head, and that kind of description is giving me big Alicent energy.

#personal #answered #anonymous #the anons who send me stuff about history: you guys are very special #you're allowing me to be at my peak nerd #'oh so you think viserys is ABUSIVE??' no but i think marriage to him #and the balancing act that involved with court and rhaenyra and all the factions involved wasn't easy #especially after driftmark when he tried to get her kids to implicate her in the strong bastards thing #literally told everyone and their mother he didn't give a shit if any of her family were injured maimed or killed #and also had his whole 'anyone who says two plus two equals four gets their tongues cut out' bit #like you know how in the carriage alicent immediately tries to smooth things over with viserys and swallow her real feelings #like.........yeah........ #also i love jane and she deserves better from a LOT of people cuz the way most tudor fans talk about her is disgusting #fortunately i am a marian™ and as such i don't care for anne and therefore can be normal about jane #who also happened to be perfect #(all of this is said in jest obvi)

[aparticularbandit]

So! I have a mostly finalized cast for the Harximoff Music Man AU! Which is exciting!

Claire and Birdie are in it!

Rose and Luisa are in it!

I'm excited!

And also here is Shipoopi, almost none of you know what this is, go educate yourselves. : P

#musings #bandit writes fic #harximoff music man au #i actually think each chapter may be titled with a line from the accompanying song #and have a link to the song with it #i'm not sure but that seems like an okay way to do it? #and yeah #probably going to title the fic #shipoopi (the girl who's hard to get) #because look that is the right title for it #i thought about just using song titles for chapter titles but #then you'd get marian the librarian as a chapter title in a fic where there's no character named marian #SO #what can i say my dear /to make it clear #I LOVE YOU MADLY MADLY MADAME LIBRARIAN #MARIAN

[n8nt]

I need to make one of those oc/worldstate charts

#im still working on my worldstate rn #im gonna make a butch custom hawke even if i die trying #ive already installed the m/f animation swao mod so i have to stop looking st marian's horrific hip swaying #but yeah im playing through origins rn (STILL. I STILL HAVENT FINISHED. life got me by the balls) #and after that im gonna replay da2 with a custom red fem mage hawke fenris romance #and then i get to replay katari with my shiny new worldstate in prep for 4 #im gonna try seeing what mods i can get for inwuisition relating to a female warden romanced morrigan #because i want k to 'legally' (i forget the word) be jen's for the laugh #and also weird elf sex magic or something #its 9 am im really tored #captain calls #dragon age posting

[rhetoricalrogue]

I’m trying to rework Marian’s avoidance to romance, especially when it comes to the working relationship turned “oh no, we both fell into feelings without realizing it” thing she has with Tristan.

Originally, she had a partner who was killed on a mission, and she carries this guilt that she was the one who caused his death (she wasn’t.) She closes herself off to feeling vulnerable ever again and is so angry that Tristan’s chipping away at her defenses without even trying.

I think now she still goes Ice Queen on everyone because there was a potential match where she genuinely felt love for but then realized she was being used in a play to either a) get in good business ties to her father’s successful brewery, b) capitalize on her parents’ fame to attempt to elevate their own, or c) both. She cuts all ties immediately but is heartbroken in the process. Rolfe just comes up to wherever she’s hidden herself to cry and hands her a handkerchief with:

“You want me to kill him? Because that’s what I do, you know. No one would ever find his body, I’m that good.”

“Thanks, Dad, but I’m okay.”

“Okay, but the offer is good whenever. Anything for you.”

Cue a few months or years later and there’s a chance encounter between a random Jenny (Marian) and the fabled Dark Wolf (Tristan) after the same target but with very different goals. After almost killing the other, they team up accomplish their respective missions, agree to a one night stand to vent some post-heist adrenaline, and go their separate ways. UNTIL.

The son of the Teyrn of Gwaren rolls up to meet with a former Inquisitor (or high ranking Inner Circle agent, I haven’t made up my mind on the details yet) under the cover of making a business deal for trade but is secretly being sent to help with this whole next generation threat brewing in Thedas. Both of them are very much “hello, nice to meet you for the very first time, yes we are complete strangers, how do you do” while Alex is doing the little brother mental math and screaming internally when the lightbulb lights up. As SOON as they’re alone, Alex is all

“You had sex with him.”

“I did no such thing.”

“You absolutely did so. You rolled in the hay. Held more than hands. Did the deed with Teyrn Nathaniel Howe’s only child, the son of Moira Cousland, best friend to the Hero of Ferelden, defeater of the fifth Bli-”

“How much will it take to buy your silence?”

“Don’t you mean HOWE much???”

“I’m going to stab you and make it look like you did it to yourself.”

“House Rule 24!”

“Sod the house rules.”

#marian trevelyan #next gen heroes #random late night thoughts #house rule 24: no running in the house while holding a knife #cassandra had to create that rule when Marian accidentally stabbed Rolfe with a butter knife while running to the kitchen to get a scone #she was maybe 6 at the time #rolfe was too busy laughing to be upset but began teaching his baby girl weapon safely and spatial awareness #Alex had a ‘what do you have?’ ‘a knife!’ ‘HOUSE RULE 24!’ moment way earlier #rolfe is so proud of his kids and the apparent genetic affinity towards daggers and other sharp objects #there’s an addendum to HR24 that adds ‘not while your mother is at home’ for Fun Stabby Dad moments #I lost my train of thought after Alex butted in but YEAH #she and Tristan partner up to act undercover and accidentally catch feelings #they’re both highly competitive and do the anything you can do I can do better thing #Tristan writes back to his parents with ‘she bested me in archery and stabbed me but it was on accident I am desperately in love HELP’ #to which Nate turns to Moira and goes ‘huh. she sounds just like you when we were courting. I like her.’

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

I didn’t mean for this to be so long, there’s enough for like a prologue too 😅😂 Can I please request a Regina Mills x Daughter!Reader (who’s 7ish yrs older than Henry, and has magic) set during 4x08 (when Marian is frozen and Robin sleeps with Regina)?

Her mom hadn’t come home that night, and Reader’s worried cause she rarely does that, so in morning she uses her mirror to check the vault to see if Regina is there. She sees the whole scene that morning from Robin getting up to when he starts kissing Regina again (she has the sense to stop watching). She uses the mirror again to check what happened last night and she sees how Regina asked him to stay away so she can start to emotionally heal but he came onto her anyway - knowing she needed space but giving her a taste of something she can’t have instead. Reader’s absolutely furious at Robin for messing with Regina’s head yet again. Her anger is simmering all morning, then Henry comes to her and says he thinks something happened with Robin cause mom’s sad, and she can’t tell him what actually happened, so she just says yeah something did but don’t worry cause she’ll handle it.

Later when Reader, Regina, Henry and Emma are in the library, Robin comes in w Roland. She and Henry see Robin show her mom the alternative page and are absolutely fuming. Henry says unsubtly for Roland to come look at the kids books with him, giving reader a ‘handle this’ look, and she magic’s herself and Robin outside. Emma and Regina run outside in time to see her punch him hard in the face, and are in total shock. They watch as she rips into him about how their ‘mom deserves far better than a man who pretends to have honour when it suits him and then fucks her in an underground crypt with his frozen wife 10ft away’. How they’ve watched for weeks as he says one thing then does another; how her mom asked him to stay away so she could begin to heal and instead he poured salt in the wound for his own selfish gratification; how when you pick and choose a code it’s not a code; how even in a weird situation like this with a frozen-undead-wife, he could choose to not repeatedly mess with her mom’s head but he hasn’t. And finally that they’ll help Marian and they’ll always love Roland, but to stay away from her family or he’ll find out what the daughter of an evil queen is truly capable of.

Robin looks shocked and embarrassed at being called out; Emma looks proud of how protective she is and especially proud of the punch she taught reader; and Regina is mostly confused how she knew and bc she thought her kids liked Hood. Emma gets Henry and Roland, and after Robin/Roland leave, tells Regina and Reader she and Henry will meet them at granny’s after they’ve talked. Henry subtly (but Regina still sees) high-fives reader on the way out when he finds out she punched Hood.

Regina finds out why reader knew about the vault, that Henry worries she’s sad after Hood is around, that both kids are genuinely upset at Robin for saying one thing then doing another (and that thankfully Henry didn’t know the details about what happened this time). She’s worried what her daughter thinks of her after the vault. But reader explains that she isn’t judging her, they’re all adults here and sometimes sex is just sex, but what’s upset her is this time it wasn’t, it was him giving her a small glimpse of what she can’t have. And that Regina deserves to be genuinely happy, not just fighting for scraps of happiness decided by an asshole, and Regina is sorry she didn’t see how this was hurting her kids and reader tells her she’s not allowed to apologise bc it’s not her fault. They agree from then on they’ll always make their own fate and hold each other to the promise to believe they deserve to be happy.

They join Emma and Henry at Granny’s and get take out for a family night, and reader and Regina cuddle up together on the sofa the entire evening.

(And for how her being Regina’s child yet still magic could all work, the reader could have been adopted by Regina 7 years before Henry - she was also pre-written in rumples curse like Henry was, bc rumple set in motion for an orphan baby from the EF to arrive 11 years into the curse (his purpose was to make Regina love being a mom so she’d definitely take Henry and his curse would break). The Pan curse she only had to give up one child and since Henry is Emma’s biologically but Reader’s an orphan and from the EF, they decided between the four of them that Emma and Henry would stay together in Boston and Regina and reader would go back to the EF together, but they (sounding horrifyingly like the charmings) promised they’d find each other again one day, since the siblings were distraught at being separated) ❤️✨

How to Throw a Proper Punch

Regina Mills x Daughter!Reader

A/N: Hi! Don't apologize at all! I love getting as much detail as possible! I don't usually write anything other than a romantic relationship so I was really excited to do this request! I really hope you enjoy it. I think it's the longest oneshot I've written.

Warnings: Very light violence, some major angst, and really bad mommy issues

Word count: 2207

Storybrooke

Time of the Dark Curse

“Henry told me you got in trouble for punching a kid at school today.”

You were sitting in a booth at the diner when Emma sat down in front of you, eyeing the bruises on your knuckles. You sighed, closing your book and looking guilty. “Yeah…what about it? Are you gonna lecture me like my mom did?”

Emma scoffed. “No. I’m gonna teach you how to throw a punch properly. Come on.”

You sat in the passenger seat of her car, watching the town go by quietly. Halfway to Henry’s castle, you heard Emma speak up.

“So, why’d you do it?”

“He grabbed my ass,” you mumbled.

“Huh?”

You huffed. “He grabbed my ass! And that’s not just it. He’s been harassing me since freshman year. Mom lectured me about it…but in the end she said she was proud of me.”

“Well, I think that’s the first time Regina and I have ever agreed on something,” Emma said.

“I broke his nose,” you grinned. “In front of the whole class.”

Emma glanced at you. “That’s badass, kid. Good job.”

__________

“Alright, if you’re gonna have to punch someone again, it’ll probably be a straight punch,” Emma said. “You’ll wanna lift your back heel, but not the ball of your foot, okay? When you do this, at the same time, you’re gonna turn your back foot and knee in the direction of the target.”

You stood beside her and mimicked her actions. “Like this?”

“Yeah, good! After you twist your legs toward them,” she continued, “rotate your torso to face them directly. By now, you should already have a fist made. Remember, keep your thumb over your four fingers. Otherwise, you’ll break it.” She brought her curled fist up. “When you bring the fist up, make sure you punch with your palm facing down. Then–this is the important part–you wanna follow through with the punch. You want your arm to be completely extended after you’ve finished.”

You nodded, paying attention to everything she said. You prayed this wouldn’t come in handy, but still, you’d rather be prepared than helpless.

__________

Storybrooke

Four years later

While throwing a proper punch is a good thing to know, the second you showed signs of magic three years later, just days after your twentieth birthday, you knew that would be your first instinct to defend yourself. Your mother couldn’t have been happier, rushing to her vault with you to get her beginner spell books and every piece of knowledge you could ever need.

She demonstrated the first spells she learned, adding on, “If Gold asks you if you want to train with him, don’t.”

“I figured,” you said.

And that was that. She took you to her vault every evening after work. You progressed quickly with a full fireball in your hand within a week.You had never seen her happier than in that moment, that was, until him, yet at the same time, she had never seen such sorrow.

__________

You opened the door to Henry’s bedroom, finding him reading a Wolverine comic book. “Do you know where Mom is?” “No clue,” he responded, not looking up from the pages.

This wasn’t like her. She’d be home for dinner at six o’clock sharp every night. Why was tonight any different?

“Oh, um…okay,” you said. “I’m going to Granny’s to pick up some dinner, do you want me to bring anything home for you?”

It was then that he finally looked up. “Oh, I’m going to Grandma and Grandpa’s tonight.”

After Henry left for the night, you continued to sit in the living room, putting on a random show for background noise as you made yourself a cup of tea. 

How many enemies does this woman have? Every possible scenario ran through your head. She could be dead–two children left behind in a cruel world, one of them left to help raise her brother.

Nine o’clock turned into ten, and ten turned into eleven before you decided to go to bed. You constantly checked your phone for any messages from your mother, finally falling asleep around one. 

You were up at nine, trying to call your mother and making breakfast for yourself when you had an idea. Her mirror. The mirror that she kept in the foyer by the front door. Rushing over, you stand before it and lift your arms, closing your eyes and thinking of what you want to see.

You were in shock. There they were–Robin in his white undershirt and your mother on the steps inside her vault putting her heels back on. But what hurt more was seeing her get a call on her phone, looking at it, and declining it immediately.

The healing. What happened to the healing? The emotional grief she suffered for decades, and was so desperate to heal from. 

You watch her pull away, here her distorted voice saying it wasn’t right. Just a shred of hope you had for her came back–until he pursued her again.

“Are you really that much of a pessimist?” he asked.

It continued. Him backing her into a corner before kissing her once again. You were sick to stomach and quickly backed away from the mirror before giving into the impulse of seeing the night before. 

She told him to stay away. She told him to leave her alone, to let her heal. He didn’t listen. 

You were furious–more than furious. Rage, white hot rage, coursed through your veins, taking over every bit of your sanity. You hated him. You hated him for everything he had done. He messed with her head, messed with her emotions, he messed with her. Everything that she worked for, every bit of herself that she wanted to heal was going down the drain because of him. 

__________

You sat with David and Mary Margaret at the table, flipping through a magazine when Elsa came down from the loft. The second you heard from David about Henry, you rushed over, not even stopping for your morning conversation with Archie.

“How is he?” Mary Margaret asked.

“Well,” Elsa said, “I gave him enough ice for the whole week.”

Mary Margaret looked at her seriously now. “No, I mean, how is he?”

“Upset,” Elsa responded. “I just wanted him to understand that Emma’s magic is tied to her emotions like mine. The reason she hurt him is because she was trying so hard not to hurt him. It sounds very convoluted when I try to explain it, bu–”

You looked up from the magazine. “No,” you said, interrupting her. “It makes perfect sense. I was really angry once before I had control of my powers and I ended up breaking a window by accident.”

Before anyone got a chance to respond, the door flew open. 

“Where’s Henry? Is he okay?” 

Your mood dampened when you saw your mother barge in.

“He’s fine. He’s upstairs,” David said. “We;ve been trying to call you all night.”

“Well I’m sorry if I don’t respond to your every summons!” Regina snapped. “Though I did bring that locator potion you wanted.” She slammed it down on the table. “Maybe next time, try leading with, “thank you”. Now, may I see my son please?”

“You might wanna finish buttoning your shirt first,” you chided as you continued skimming through the magazine and earning yourself a shocked look from your mother.

She opened her mouth before closing it again and buttoning up her blouse.

__________

The library was dead silent as you, Emma, Regina, and Henry walked around, searching for a book that could give you any clues as to how to stop Ingrid. The door opened suddenly, hearing the plastic blinds hitting the glass.

“Robin?”

You heard your mother and left the section you were in, seeing Emma and Henry do the same. Beside Robin, Roland held onto his pant leg.

“Robin, what are you doing here?” Regina asked, glancing around at the three of you.

Robin ignored you, Henry, and Emma, taking a familiar piece of paper out from his back pocket. He unfolded it and handed it to Regina.

“What is this?” she gawked

He paused before thinking of the right words to say. “I…borrowed the book. I was looking for anything that could hint to the author, and I found this. It’s an alternative page.”

You, Henry, and Emma saw the page and Henry looked at Roland, saying, “How about we go check out some books in the kids section?” before giving you a look as to say, ‘Handle this’.

The anger you felt in the previous days bubbled up to the surface once again. You could hardly contain yourself before giving into the rage and twisting your hand, teleporting you and Robin to the middle of the Main Street intersection outside the library.

Without a second thought, you remembered all those years ago when Emma taught you how to punch properly. You curled your fist, turned your leg, and socked him right in his nose, putting your entire weight behind the punch.

Emma, Regina, and Henry all made it out just in time to see the entire thing go down.

Robin doubled over, clutching his nose and smearing blood over the lower half of his face. All the while, you were berating him. 

“She deserves so much better than you!” you shouted. “You claim to have honor when it suits you, but then you turn around and fuck her in her crypt where your own wife is ten feet away, frozen!” You took a deep breath, trying to keep tears of anger and frustration at bay, but ultimately failing. “I have watched you say one thing and then do the complete opposite! She told you to stay away! She told you to leave her alone so she could heal! But you still pursued her! You rubbed salt into her wounds! You can’t just pick and choose when to have a code of honor!”

You moved closer to him. “Now, we will continue to help Marian, and continue to love Roland, but–” you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt and lowered your voice “–if you don’t leave her alone, you will find out what the daughter of the once Evil Queen is truly capable of.”

Among your heavy breathing, everyone stood quiet. Robin’s face was red with embarrassment as Emma stood behind you, clearly hiding the fact that she was proud of you, whereas Regina looked confused with Henry trying to hold back a smile.

“Right,” Emma finally said amidst the awkward silence. “Um…Henry, get Roland and I’ll drop him and Robin off at the hospital, and then we can head to Granny’s. I think your sister and Regina need to talk.” She turned to the pair of you. “We’ll meet you there.”

As Henry walks past you, you grin, receiving a subtle high five from him before turning to follow your mother–who quite obviously saw the high five happen judging by the shocked look on her face–home. 

__________

“What was that?” Regina asked as she shut the front door.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said.

Your mother rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. You’ve been in a terrible mood for the past few days, and now you had this outburst? There’s something clearly wrong!”

“It’s him!” you snap, turning around with your lip trembling. “Robin! He–Ugh! You’re always home at six o’clock sharp! For as long as I can remember, you’ve always been home on time! Until the other night! I asked Henry and he had no clue where you were! I barely slept and your phone kept going to voicemail! I thought you were dead! In the morning I decided to look at the mirror and you were with him. You were with Robin! Even after all the times he’s caused you pain! I get it, we’re adults, we all have that need, and I'm not judging you. But Robin?? Sex can be ‘just sex’, but this wasn’t! He was giving you a small glimpse of what you can’t have. Of what you can’t have until you’ve learned to love yourself despite all of your mistakes! And he’s preventing that from happening.”

You felt relieved to get it off your chest, only slightly guilty, but knowing that your mother needed to hear it.

She sighed. “Does Henry know?”

“That you were with him the other night?” you asked. “No. He was at the Charmings’ the morning I saw. But he’s noticed you’ve been acting differently. Mom, after all that’s happened to you, you deserve genuine happiness and love. But if you don’t heal, and you don’t learn to love yourself, that won’t happen. And because you won’t let that happen, it’s not just hurting you, but also me and Henry.”

“Oh.” She was quiet, almost meek in this moment. “I’m–I am so sorry. I had no idea that this was affecting you both so much.”

You wiped tears from your eyes. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, Mom.”

“Thank you for telling me.” She reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before pulling you into an embrace. Kissing you on your head, she said, “Come on, let’s go to Granny’s.”

#regina mills x reader #regina mills #once upon a time #mommy issues #lana parrilla

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summary : over the past few weeks, you're stressed out so bad but when you're with Eddie, you've been thinking a lot of wild thoughts, you want him to ease your mind

word count : not too long and not too short hehe just right

warnings : 18+ Eddie Munson x FEM! reader, language, unprotected sex (you do better wrap it up okay?), manhandling, I added a character named Marian who is a bitch but her and reader became allies at the end, Eddie is (24), reader is (23)

what to expect : smut (at the end hehe) and fluff 🤭

note to reader : it's my first time to write something ✨spicy✨ but I hope I did good writing it :))

author note : it would be nice to listen to the song first hahaha this is where the idea comes from 👇🏻

This past few weeks makes you feel nauseated

You have bad days before but not like this, this one is the most infuriating and it upsets you a lot

You don't know why, you can't understand why is this happening to you

on the way for work, you spilled your morning coffee over your white blouse

"Ah- shit!" you shake your hand off at the hot liquid almost burning off your skin as you run back at the house to clean yourself up and change your top

And your boss is returning your fashion sketches as she says "it looks like the ones that we already did before, try something new and different"

You restrain annoying groan because you worked all up day and night for all those potraits that she needed to see for the next fashion show this coming weekend

You don't have any ideas in the moment and that irritates you so bad because you're never like this before, you always have visions just sitting there waiting for it to come alive

Is it because of the stress? Are you working too hard? maybe.... you need a break for a while

You just sigh and lean back at your chair and throw the papers at your desk

Marian, your rival at work, you can feel her eyes on you

and you glance at her flashing a fake smile and roll your eyes at her.....

She's enjoying this so much, she hates you since the day when the boss always asking you for ideas

Marian isn't bad at all, her sketches are great, she has the talent, only if she wasn't so bitchy, you could be friends

"Rough day, huh?" She says as she leans down on the top of your desk grinning the way you looked so fucked up

"Oh- fuck off, Marian- leave me alone" you hiss at her

She hates the way you're so perfect at everything you do, the first year of you working she thought you will probably messed up at the fashion world because it's no joke but you're so experienced and you're so natural with it- she envies you and you even got promoted at work because of the designs that you worked on have been always out of stock ever since the fashion show people we're raving about the clothes that is coming from you

And your boss, is always crediting and thanking you and it warms your heart, you're grateful that you have a very genuine boss who is not afraid to uplift others working for her despite she's the owner of the fashion brand....

she also have this bitterness towards of you being the girlfriend of Eddie Munson

Corroded Coffin, one of the biggest and famous rockbands in Hawkins Indiana

It amuses you everytime when your co-worker friends talks about whenever you're with Eddie

Marian is giving glares at you like it's illegal for you to date Eddie

He is a gentleman, respectful, caring and the man you always wanted and dreamed of, he is so perfect just like you

She's jealous, it's obvious, yeah, you can't stand her but sometimes you feel bad for her

"Seems like our favorite and wonderful savior of this fashion company is running out of ideas" she smirks

You glare at her "I wish your desk is place on the far side of the room so I won't get to see your bitchy face and your bitch voice!" you huffed and cross your arms

"The feeling is mutual- I didn't asked to sit right next to y- you whore" Marion rolls her eyes as she plops back to her chair

"Whore? really?" you lean back against your chair

"Uh huh, yes you are!"

Your face crumpled up in confusion and you can see in her eyes that are now flaring with annoyance because you don't care about her remarks and she despises the way you can't seem to get under your skin

you don't really care about it and that angers her

You can't contain your laughter so you bursted it out in front of her

She presses her lips and shakes her head at you

You know exactly why she's doing this to you- she's just projecting her own insecurities to you that's why you don't really mind it

"Just because I'm dating a metalhead doesn't mean that I am a whore, Marian" you scoff and laugh incredulously

You pushed yourself back to your desk and proceed for the boss has asked you to do

You're with Eddie since you we're teenagers, you met him during your highschools days

He is being held back from his school year the first time you've met him but ever since you came into his life, he changed for you and it really inspires him to be better and he did and you're so proud of him

Wayne loved you so much, he is so happy with his nephew and for you too

Marian is eyeing on your ringed finger

"So you're going to marry him?"

You stopped at what you're doing and look over your ringed finger, a smile grows on your lips

"Yeah? why?"

"Y'all probably going to end up in divorce after-

"You know what- let's just work, okay?" You cut her off before she can finish her sentence

yeah, no wonder why you're so frazzled up this past few weeks

It's because of the Engagement Party

Maybe, you're anxious or this is just overwhelming and mixed emotions at the same time

It's been 3 in a half hours since you're tapping your pencil on the desk with your hand resting on the bottom of your chin

You're squinting at the paper in front of you- deciding if you can do something about it but nothing, literally nothing else come to mind

you push yourself backwards and looked over at Marian's desk

She's having her lunch right now and you looked over the sketches that are scattered on her desk

You got used that Marian isn't really organized at her stuff but she does the job

You picked it up and you admire her work and a lightbulb comes to your head

This is what the boss wants, so you give it to her, and she did liked it, now problem solved

You still give the fashion sketches that your boss told you to do it again but this time it's much more adequate than the first submission, it's unique

Marian on her way towards her desk while still drinking her last ounce of her coffee

She's been fumbling around her desk looking for her sketch that she did

While you're fixing your things on the way home you pushed back your chair and you say

"Go, see the boss" you say while you swing your bag over your shoulder

"What?" she responds not looking at you, she opened every drawer- it's not in there

"I said, go see the boss"

"Why?"

"Just go, you're going to love it" you grinned

Marian draw her brows together in confusion but she follows you anyways giving you a last look and you gave her a thumbs up

You leaned over the doorframe and the boss praises Marian sketches as she announced it would be her designs that will be shown this weekend

Marian eyes goes wide as she looks back at you

"I told you so, see you tomorrow!" You waved bye at the boss

"Wait!"

You turned around "What's up?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Give her my sketches?"

"It's because I loved it and I figured out it maybe the boss will like it and she did, right? aren't you excited?"

"I-I don't understand"

You chuckled "I can't wait to see your designs at the fashion show!"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Marian, I'm not here for competition alright? I know we don't get along but when I see an opportunity I'm not going to waste it"

It's the first time you see her genuinely smile at you

"Take care, now" you turn away from her

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Congratulations on your engagement." She sheepishly saids

"Thank you, see you around!"

You drove your way on the house and parked the car on the garage, Eddie is already in there, waiting for you

You closed the door and you screamed as you enter inside, Eddie carried you with a satisfied look on his face

"Ahh! Eddie, my god, you scared me!" You say as you puts back up on your feet

"I just missed my girl" he says with a smirk

"Missed me? We've been living together for 5 years?!"

"Well, it's because I love you so much and I want you in my arms already, if only I can stick myself onto you so wherever you go I'm always there" he says with the classic Eddie Munson mannerisms

Eddie never fails to make you feel pretty and loved, he's been always been so verbal about it ever since and that's why you're so grateful for him

"You want to stick yourself around me?"

"I will with no hesitations"

"Aww, my fianceé is so clingy"

"Finally, my dream girl is going to be my wife, I couldn't believe it"

You snorted and you blushed "you always make my day better"

He suddenly grows concern, he knows you too well

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Just another wrath day at work" you say as you sat down on the couch and sigh with a small smile

"Is it Marian again?"

"Yeah- but I think she's growing on me and her too"

He is shocked and he just stares at you with no word coming out from his mouth

You giggled "I kinda helped her at work today since I don't know what happened to me from the past few weeks, I can't draw and I think any ideas for the designs and it stresses me out so much" you groaned and throw your head back at the couch

Eddie just loves to listen to you and look at you like it was the old times, he had growth of course, he even became more mature but he still the same Eddie that you always adored

You turned around to see that he is already staring at you with loving eyes "and I spilled my coffee over my blouse this morning"

He winces at it "for my observation, I think you need to chill for a moment, you know- have some fun!"

You stare at the window for a second and you say "I think you're right"

"I'm always right" He winks at you

He opens his arms for an embrace and you wrap yourself around him

"I know you're so dedicated to this job, I just don't like it when you're taking yourself too hard, sweetheart" he says while he run his fingers through your hair

"I'm just nervous"

"About what?"

"Our engagement party?"

He pulls back to look at you "you're nervous about our engagement party?!"

"I-I get it you don't like it when my anxiety wins at me but in my guess I'm having mixed emotions but I'm excited and happy as you do, I just don't want anything bad happening tomorrow"

He smiles down at you "we're going to have the best wedding ever, I know it"

You beamed at him "I love you, Eddie"

"I love you too, darling"

It's 7am and the party starts at 10am

The alarm clock just burns your ears and you angrily groan and you put your arms around Eddie and bury yourself on his chest

Eddie just wraps over you and you're locked in his embrace, legs are tangled to each other

You and Eddie are always been like this- it's crazy like nothing ever changed, you just continue to love each other just the same

You can't even comprehend that it's been 5 years and now he is going to be your husband- you're so blessed sometimes you think that you don't deserve it

"Y/N?" he opens his eyes, he's avoiding the sunrise peeking out the window

"hmm?" you ask sleepily

"We might be late for the party" god- you always loved his morning voice, it's so rasp

You groaned more "I- I wanna snuggle some more"

"Sweetheart, you don't want them to see us underdressed and unprepared?!" He tries to get up and he chuckles to your action pulling him back from the bed not wanting to open your eyes

"i promise- I'll give you all the best cuddles later, okay? baby?" he says patting your cheek to wake up

You open your eyes and there he is- chocolate button eyes looking down at you with a giddy smile on his face

"hmph" you roll your eyes at him as you finally set him free from your grip and you stretch out in the bed

Your shirt ride up and didn't miss the eyes of your fianceé while licking his lips in the process

You smirk "I want a kiss"

You don't have to ask him twice as he clash his lips into yours

You throw your hands around him while his hand goes over your stomach and your thighs

You locked him again by your legs pulling him down more to you and he groaned as he slides his tongue on your mouth and you moaned

He deepens the kiss as he touched your breasts, you make out with each other for awhile not until the alarm clock rings again and Eddie had enough of it as he smacks it down on the ground and you laughed

Of course, he never lets you to do shower, alone

While you finished cooking up some breakfast

The dress that you always wanted finally came

You quickly unwrapped it and you say "Oh no"

Eddie almost tripped down rushing towards you "W-What happened?"

"it's the one that I wanted but it's the wrong color"

"It's dark blue, it will still looked good on you"

"But I want it to be maroon" you pout

You sigh as you sat down and he does the same

"Why is this happening to me"

"Everything will be alright, Y/N" he says as he kisses your forehead

you smiled at him but you're frustrated with your dress

While you and Eddie are getting ready and finishing touches at the decoration, you can hear almost everyone is coming at your house

Steve, Robin, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Mike, El, and Argyle came

Steve and Eddie talked to each other and you overheard Steve is so proud of Eddie outselling album copies when back then he's just playing at the Hideout and look where he is now, he finally made a name for himself and his band and the best part that he has you

Dustin and others are in college and even though all of them are young adults but they still act like the same and you couldn't help but feel so emotional about it, you missed being with them

Even Eddie's bandmates Gareth and Jeff, while reminiscing the memories that you have with them, they're both jokesters and so mischievous but nevertheless you both love them and you have the best bond with them back in high school

Wayne and your mom arrived and you can feel the energy towards your mom she's so happy for you

Joyce, Karen, Nancy and Jonathan are the first ones to congratulate you

After lunch with everyone, you excused yourself for a few minutes

You rushed through your bedroom with Eddie

You closed the door and you released a deep breath

You flinched when you heard a sudden knock

"Y/N? darling? are you there?" You sigh of relief- it's just Eddie- and you twist the doorknob open

"is everything alright?" He says as he enters the room locking the doorknob behind

"I'm nervous that's all" you slightly chuckle

He closes the door "you can just sit down here for awhile, if you want"

"N-No, I'll be fine- I'll come back there"

You loved the way he checks on you- to see if you're okay- the moment when you feel anxious but you can't help but hate the way he leaves you unattended.... you want him to stay with you

Before he can turned around to go inside, you stop him by holding his hand

He turn himself around, with his puzzled expression

"What is it?"

"I-I missed you and I need your love" you blurted out

He blinks and he smirks "Oh"

You stare at him and you have to admit that he looks so handsome and that his presence is enough to make you wet

"You cleaned up so nice" you compliment him

"Why, Thank you my sweet thing" he says as he kisses your knuckles

"You're so pretty, Eddie" you say to him as you walk towards to him closer you twirl his hair over your finger

His eyes suddenly goes darker, he knows exactly why you're doing this right now

"Tell me, what you're thinking about?" as if he can read your mind

"You're turning me on"

"Y-you what?!"

"Just you Eddie- you're turning me on right now"

"My, my look who's clingy now" he shows you a smug face that you always hated ever since but you always loved his smile you just dislike it because it's true, if he's clingy, you're more clingy

You roll your eyes at him as you move away from him

He tuts as he reaches out to grab your hand

"You didn't answer my question, honey"

You run down your hands over his body and he shivers at your touch "I'm having wild thoughts, would help me you help me out, please?"

Before you know it- he throws you down on the bed and you gasped and laughed at the sudden action

He removes his coat and crawls down at you and he slams his lips into yours

You wanted this and you can feel he is smirking through the kiss

He unzips your dress and pull the strap down and he buries his face on your breasts, it tickles you and you giggled

You remove your dress completely leaving you only with your underwear

Eddie admires you from top to bottom, half-naked, and you get so flustered by it and you turn your head on the side

He holds your face to make you look at him "What do you want, Sweetheart?"

"Every single night, I need you hands on me"

"yeah? and?" He asks keeping his eyes on you while he removes his tie and he does it so aggressively and you shudder at the sight of it

"When your kisses climb, you give me sweet relief"

He hums in responds and smirks at you

"You always make me feel so pretty, I want you and I need you to help me out, please?"

He leans down at you "Say that again, and I'll give you what you want"

"Pretty please?"

He kisses you so passionately, you love his soft lips and you mewled at his hard clothed dick at your clothed pussy

He moves down on your neck and nips at it and you whimper at his touch, marking you as his

He tugs your underwear and plays with it and he rips it off and you gasped he loves to caught you off guard

"Oh, my baby, look at you, why didn't you say something earlier?" He looks at you in awe while your pussy is dripping wet

He carefully put his ringed finger on your wet folds and you moan at the sensation and he grunts how tight you are

"E-Eddie- I need you please"

"Sweetheart- I have to prepare you before I-"

You hold his hand "pretty please, Eddie please!" you whisper-shouted

"Alright, okay, fuck-" he removes his pants and boxers and drags you at the edge of the bed and you squealed

"I need you to look at me, okay?"

You nod at him

"Tell me if it hurts I will stop"

"Okay"

He is still so gentle and caring for you as if you haven't done this for over dozen times already when you're both in college back then

He places himself directly onto your pussy and pushes himself in it slowly

You both moaned at the feeling

"a-ah- shit" you say as you throw your head back

He is so big and you look down you can see he is inches away disappearing filling you up completely and your chest rises up and down heavily

"....E-Eddie" you say while you hold his chest

"W-What is it?" He asks he is struggling to keep his eyes open

"You can m-move" you say the moment he reaches down to your sweet spot, you moaned

He hold your back and put your arms around his neck "Come baby, I want you to ride me"

You straddle yourself up to him while you legs are now wobbling at the euphoric rising up to your senses

He pulls in and out and he brushes away your hair out of your face

You show him a sickly smile, that's enough to roll his eyes "You're taking me so well"

"Oh, darling if you smile at me like that I won't last long"

"D-Don't stop, Eddie, it feels so good"

He pounds you so hard that you can suppress your moans any longer

Thankfully, there's a loud music outside of the room

You completely forgotten that you're having an engagement party

He paces faster and faster and you just whimper and moan as you cling onto him and bury yourself on his crook of his neck

Eddie holds on to you and gripping your waist and back that would leave marks and you don't mind it- you love the marks that he always leaves on you

You place both of your hands over his shoulder as you bounce at him up and down and ride him

"o-Oh motherfucker-" he curses out at the sensation

"Damn, baby you look so beautiful like this"

"The only ride that I want is you" you say as you eye him up and down with a hunger in your eyes

Eddie's became more lustful as he kisses your lips again- deeper and deeper as you follow his pace

You pulled back at each other so breathless and the room is filled nothing but moans and moans

You grip on him tighter and he knows it that you're almost there

"Are you close, baby?"

"Y-yeah, oh- Eddie please go more faster- fuck!"

"Eddie-"

"Yes?"

"Come inside of me, please"

"A-are you sure?"

"Yes I-I want it"

"Goddamn it, sweetheart"

You screamed his name and arched your back

You both came undone as you slowly ride him, you're both breathing heavily as you embrace him and you both fall back at the end

He moaned "Wow"

You breathlessly giggled "I love you so much"

"You're so hot while riding me, I love you the most"

You caressed his head and he hums

"You can't wait for the honeymoon, huh?" He wiggle his brows at you

"Shut up, Eddie" you scoffed but can't contain the smile on your face

Eddie gets up and removes himself off to you and he smirks at your legs shaking and you blushed at him

He wears his boxers and he cleans you up first, taking care of you nicely and there's so much fondness in his eyes and yours too

He helps you get up with your dress and you retouched your smudged makeup while he's brushing your hair

You and Eddie both giggled suspiciously of what you both just did

You both can't help each other and you make out again before leaving the room

"Eddie!" You giggled

"What?" He pulled back from the kiss

"the guests might be wondering where we are!" You exclaimed

"And so what?" He will never ever get tired of touching you all the time and your pussy clenches again at his overwhelming touch

"You're going to mess up my makeup again!" You say as you push him back and you turned around reaching out at the doorknob

He ignores you, as he put his hand under dress playing with your clit

You gasped "Holy- shit- Eddie!"

He smirks behind your back and you arched your back and giving him more skin to kiss your neck

Both of you pulled back into reality when you suddenly heard a loud bang on the door

You laughed and cover your mouth and Eddie grunted annoyingly as he unlock and swings the door open

"Y/N, Eddie? Are you-" it's Steve

You waved at him shyly and Eddie raises his brows

Of course he knows what happened he is not dumb- as he smirks at Eddie slightly

"Uh- Everybody is looking for the both of you they're been waiting for the um- speech?"

Eddie clasps his hands together "Oh, right uh- yup"

Steve nods and he walks away

Eddie lets you go outside first and he intertwined his hands into yours while coming down the stairs

"Eddie?"

"Yeah?"

"I think i found my inspiration"

He grins at you "Seriously?"

You chortled "Yes"

"I'm glad, just say the word, sweetheart- I will get you of the stress in no time"

"Pretty Please?" You say innocently as you bat your eyes at him

"Sure thing, my darling, anything for you" he says as he kisses your cheek with loud MWAH

you giggled and everyone cheered for you and you and Eddie looked at each other filled with gratitude and appreciation

"Pretty Please?" you voice echoes in Eddie's mind as he want to hear your sweet voice forever

#Spotify #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

[buildarocketboys]

Some Team Castle shenanigans for @mygangtome day 2024. Written in an hour on my lunch break, unedited, Allan, Marian and Guy go out to the tavern, semi-crackish

"Allan," Marian hisses from the end of the corridor. "You need to help me sneak out of the castle."

Allan sighs and rolls his eyes. "You know I can't do that, Marian. Giz banned the Nightwatchman."

Marian huffs. "I wasn't going to sneak out to be the Nightwatchman."

Allan eyes her dubiously.

"Well, all right, maybe I was. But I just want to get out! Take me to a tavern or something, I don't care! I just need to get out of this damn castle."

Allan raises his eyebrows. He doesn't think he's ever heard Marian swear before. "All right," he says, hands on hips. "But I'll have to ask Giz for his permission. And you never know, he might want to come too."

"I don't care," says Marian. "I'll go to the tavern with the Sheriff if it'll get me out of here for five minutes!"

"Fine, I'll ask him," says Allan. "No promises, mind." He looks at her sceptically. "Have you even been to a tavern before?"

"I can hold my wine, thank you very much," Marian says, which means no.

Allan smirks. "We'll see," he says.

Gisborne is horrified at first.

"A tavern? Lady Marian?"

Allan pleads her case pretty well, especially since he's not quite sure he believes it himself. He's not convinced that Marian won't run off to the forest or start giving alms to the poor the minute Guy's back is turned.

He can see Guy starting to waver.

"Very well," he says eventually. "Under one condition."

"Yeah?" says Allan. "What's that?"

"I will accompany Lady Marian to the...tavern," he says, as if the word is an unpleasant bite of food.

"Yeah, great," says Allan. "I might head down too."

Guy looks strained. "Allan, you don't have to-"

"Yeah, but I want to. What, are you gonna ban me from going down the pub?"

Guy bears his teeth at him. "I should do." He sighs. "Fine. You may come."

"Didn't actually need your permission, but thanks Giz," Allan chirps, then leaves before Guy starts throwing things at him.

The company isn't exactly diverting to start with. Guy buys the first round of drinks, looking suspiciously over his shoulder at Marian and Allan the whole time. He sets them on the table and they sit in silence.

"So, Gisborne," Allan says. "How's the leather working out for you? Look still in?"

Marian hides an undignified snort of laughter in her hands. Guy looks at her sharply before turning to Allan. "It's comfortable," he says.

Marian raises her eyebrows. "Is it?"

"Yes, actually," Guy says, drawing himself up in a dignified manner. "And protective. Much less cumbersome than actual armour, but it does the job."

Marian looks surprised. "Well, I never knew that."

"Me neither," says Allan.

They lapse back into silence.

By the second round of drinks, however, everyone starts to loosen up. Allan plonks them on the table.

"Cheers, Giz, Maz," Allan says, raising his tankard, and neither of them tell him off for the nickname.

"What should we call you?" Marian says. "Al? Az?"

She lets out a snort and Guy joins her in laughter, to all of their surprises. 

"I'm gonna use that from now on," he says, gesturing towards Allan.

He sets his tankard down. "I shouldn't drink anymore, the Sheriff wants me up at the crack of dawn tomorrow."

"C'mon, live a little, Giz," Allan says.

"Yes, Guy, you need to loosen up," Marian says, bursting into giggles for no apparent reason. Allan had known she'd be a total lightweight.

Guy rolls his eyes and sighs, then drains half the tankard in one. Allan cheers while Marian laughs in delight, attempting to copy him and spilling half the pint down her dress.

"Oh drat!" she says.

Guy shakes his head fondly and offers her a handkerchief.

"Thanks Guy."

By the third round, both Marian and Guy are well and truly drunk, and Allan's well on his way to tipsy.

"Sure you don't wanna go home already?" Marian teases Guy.

"Nah," he says, taking a big gulp and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck the Sheriff."

Marian howls with laughter and Allan can't help but join her. People are starting to look in their direction, but Guy and Marian don't seem to notice.

"Fuck the Sheriff!" says Marian, raising her tankard and clinking it against Guy's, then Allan's. 

"To drinking!" says Allan.

"To ale!" says Guy.

"To friends," says Marian, catching them both in her little smile. Allan feels pleasantly numb, happy in the company of two people who have been enemies, allies and superiors to him, but who right now are friends.

"To friends," he repeats.

"To friends," Guy says. He's wearing an odd look on his face, one Allan can't quite read.

"On that note, I need to visit the privy," Marian says. "Where is it?"

"Outside." Allan gestures vaguely, noting the distasteful look on Marian's face as she gets up.

Once she's left, Gisborne rests a hand on his shoulder. Allan turns to him and is surprised to see his eyes filled with tears.

"Guy?" Allan asks tentatively.

"Allan," Guy says miserably. "Allan, what can I do to make her love me?"

Allan takes a deep breath. He should have known Gisborne would be a weepy drunk. "Well, she's your friend. That's a start, right?"

And then Guy is weeping into his chest. "Why won't she love me, Allan? I just want her to love me."

Allan pats the back of Guy's head awkwardly. "There, there," he says. Guy continues sobbing into his shoulder, but luckily doesn't say anything else.

"Allan, I can't walk straight," Marian says, tottering back to their table. Allan's almost surprised that she's come back - he'd half expected her to run off. 

Then she notices Guy weeping into Allan's shoulder. "Guy? What's wrong?"

Guy lets out another wracking sob and doesn't answer, which Allan is secretly grateful for. He came out for a relaxing night of drinking - the last thing he needs is for Marian and Guy to have it out here and now.

"He's just a bit drunk," Allan says, answering for him. "C'mon, help me get him back to the castle. We don't want the Sheriff to see him like this."

Marian nods, trying to look more sober than she is, and helps Allan get Guy up.

"Not the Sheriff, no, no, nooo," he moans. "Allan, you can't let the Sheriff see me like this, OK?"

"On it, boss," Allan says. Marian sniggers.

"Or Marian," Guy says. "She can't see me like this."

"Um," says Marian, her arm already around his shoulders.

"ALLAN!" Guy yells, giving him an earful about letting Marian near him in this state as they wrangle him out of the tavern.

"Jeez, a little gratitude would be nice," he says as Guy lapses into tears again.

They manage to make it back to the castle without being spotted. Marian helps Allan lay Guy down on the bed.

"Well," she says, looking awkward (and a lot more sober than she was half an hour ago). "Goodnight Allan."

"G'night Marian," Allan says.

"Goodnight, Guy," she calls, but Guy doesn't respond.

"Don't worry," Allan says confidently. "He'll have forgotten this by the morning."

"I hope so," says Marian. She smiles. "Thank you for arranging tonight," she says. "I had a good time."

Then she's gone. Allan is astonished. She really did just want to go out and spend time with them.

Maybe that'll be a comfort to Guy later, he thinks, as he helps the man undress and get into bed.

"Stay," Guy begs as Allan is about to head for the door. He pauses.

"Are- are you sure?" he says. "I don't want you to wake up tomorrow morning screaming like a little girl about me being in your bed."

Guy snorts, the tears apparently over for now. "It'd take a lot more for you to make me scream, Allan."

Allan wonders if he realises how dirty that sounds.

Guy sighs. "I need you to wake me up in time to meet with the Sheriff," he says. "So I need you to stay. That's all."

"That's all," Allan repeats.

"Yes." Guy eyes him narrowly, then pulls back the covers. "Get in."

Trying not to smirk, Allan gets into bed next to Guy. "You had better not throw up on me, Giz, that's all I'm saying. Otherwise, you and me are through."

Allan expects some kind of response to that, an elbow in the ribs at the very least. He twists round to look at Guy and realises he's fallen asleep, gently snoring, pressed up against Allan.

Allan sighs and resigns himself for a restless night.

#my gang to me 2024 #my gang to me #robin hood bbc #guy of gisborne #allan a dale #marian of knighton #lady marian #marian #my writing #team castle #im obsessed with these three i just wanna write 50 different fics where they hang out

[renegadessys]

sorry i'm going insane. the post i just reblogged is making me fucking crazy. the symbolism. the fact that druvis is the only person seated next to vertin, potentially foreshadowing the events of chapter 4 where she is the catalyst for so much. schneider looking at vertin but not being next to her. sonetto moving to comfort sotheby indicating her slowly developing desire to connect more with the outside world where before she would have sat quietly with vertin the whole time. vertin sitting alone. the spacing between people.

and then fucking!!! schneider sitting with her sister. comforting her. NOT seeking comfort even though her sister is older. one of marian's last acts is to PRAY and instead of praying with her or indicating that she even feels a need to, she comforts her. schneider's whole existence seems to have been built around self reliance - she doesn't feel like she can rely on god like her family does, clearly she doesn't think she can rely on marian even if we don't know whether that's because she doesn't want to let herself or because she doesn't think marian can comfort her or because she doesn't think she NEEDS comfort, she runs a fucking MAFIA!!!! marian doesn't seem to really have the same awareness of what schneider does so her family can't be involved, schneider is doing this on her own, if she can't believe in god she can at least believe in herself, her own ability to take care of herself and her people even if whatever god may exist will not take care of them. she has faith in herself but not in god. what does that say about her? what does it say about her family and her history that she would rather shoulder the pain of what's happening to her alone the entire time than receive comfort from anyone, even her older sister!!!!! how old is she!!!!!! there are references to her being multiple ages but for all of that marian looks like she's maybe 18 or 19, old enough to be considered ready for some things but not old enough to be confident. schneider looks younger than vertin. yeah she DRESSES older but when you run a mafia you kind of fucking have to, when you're tiny and a girl in the fucking 1920s to get any kind of credibility you have to dress grown up. what if she's like fucking 14 or something!!!!! she's playing grown up games and running stuff and getting shot and bleeding to death and DYING in the storm and flirting with vertin. what if she does that to feel grown up. yes i think she genuinely likes her i would never deny that i ship them so hard but!!!! she honestly comes off like she's acting older than she is. they're fucking BABIES. even if you go with the idea that schneider is like 18 that's still insanely young to be doing what she's doing. girl you are a TEENAGER she shouldn't even be at the club she should be at SCHOOL !!!!!! but of course in the 20s as a poor girl getting any kind of productive education is still extraordinarily difficult. how much time has she actually spent doing normal teenager things. even if she's 18 she still runs a fucking mafia, that doesn't happen overnight, she had to WORK to get to that point. and how much does her family even know!!! like i said it seems like marian doesn't know much of anything about what's going on. i've interpreted what happens as forget me not taking her from whatever normal life she had to hold something over schneider. she is normal!!! of course schneider can't rely on her for comfort!!! she's NORMAL!!!! and our girl in red is NOT!!!!!! and she's DYING the WHOLE TIME!!!!! and she still acts like everything is fine right up until her last moments. she is breaking my heart!!!!!!!

sorry i'm insane about her. i'm crazy. she lives in my brain (literally) so i have THOUGHTS on her

#my personal headcanon is yhat schneider is younger than vertin #idc what canon says lol #she looks tiny #that girl is like 4 foot 9 #i don't see her being an adult. like at all #she behaves like shes acting older than she is #like shes taught herself to be older yhan she is #anyway. sorry. im insane #im scared to even put this in the tags #fandom do not eviscerate me i have this girl in my brain she told me the truth i promise #schneider reverse 1999 #im crazy. #sonetto reverse 1999 #im tagging t as her bc i think that note abt her is important #abt her and the outside world

[usergrantaire]

gilded age s2 finale im waiting on that s3 renewal announcement

- not the society matrons yanking the duke around like a rag doll

- marian’s gonna have to marry RICH rich now

- is it just the lighting or is christine baranski’s wig looking greyer

- no way bertha would let gladys marry billy carlton after the way she had george drive away tom blyth last season lol

- oh she’s gonna use gladys as bait to lure the duke back to her side isn’t she

- oh noooo we finally have a face to mrs fortune

- what does bannister have against chicago lmao

- aw mr borden lent mrs bruce his jacket

- gasp not larry inviting an engaged woman to the opera with him

- and marian lying that bertha was the one to invite her!

- yas everyone roasting armstrong

- yup bertha’s gonna sell gladys to the duke

- george’s sleeves are so tight 👁️👁️

- oh naur too bad they didn’t have telephones yet back then

- “you’ll stop when we get married” oh fuck off dashiell

- homemaking IS work

- not him calling marian harriet 😭 the classic wrong name outburst

- those big ass hatpins

- “i thought you loved me” bro you assumed

- the duke tug of war is exactly the kind of frivolous nonsense i expect from anything by jf

- “where else can i find all the divorces” she’s just like me fr

- another fabulous hat from bertha

- aww mrs bruce

- “we aren’t exactly alone here” yeah i think that’s kind of the point

- also that pink dress is lovely

- marian’s opera gown is incredibly frilly

- i think i recognise the pattern of bertha’s opera gown from a worth

- “why are you all being so nice to me” because they’re going to sell you to a duke babe

- after seven episodes carrie astor returns

- wow the academy is embarrassingly empty

- mamie fish took one look and dipped lmao

- the duke is named hector???

- the plot of faust foreshadowing gladys and the duke’s marriage

- on the STOOP? in front of god and everybody?? in the year of our lord 1883???

- but we won!

- jf sure loves his letters from beyond the grave, not him recycling the matthew letter plot

- yeah of course luke was a secret heir lmao

- oh they’re all on ada’s payroll now

s3 renewal announcement when i need to see gladys’ consuelo vanderbilt ass storyline fully come into fruition

#kei watches the gilded age #the gilded age #gilded age hbo

[daffi-990]

Last Check in of 2023 🎉

Tagged by @hippolotamus and @wikiangela

It’s actually 2024 for me now, but hey I can still do this right? 😅

I share a Spotify account with my husband and kids so Pokémon being no.1 & 3 .. yeah that tracks haha

Marians Trench getting top spots as well cos I’m a bit in love with their sound.

No pressure tagging some friends … @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @jamespearce9-1-1 @devirnis @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @watchyourbuck @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @jesuisici33 @callmenewbie @exhuastedpigeon @athenagranted @steadfastsaturnsrings @hoodie-buck

#tag game #happy new year pocket pals! #Spotify

[persephoneggsy]

"Break the world if anything happens to my friends/family/lover loyal" Ok so now I have to know... how would Seb and Marian react if they thought the other was in mortal danger?

oooohhhh man i have thought about this so much you have no idea

Okay, so: Marian. If Sebastian's hurt/in danger, she goes on the warpath until he's safe again. Absolute single-mindedness dedicated only to whatever is going to help her get her prince back. Her already short temper gets even shorter and she will not tolerate ANYONE getting in her way. Even if they're so-called "friends" just looking out for her mental state.

If Sebastian's dead? Oh man. That usual fiery rage that everyone knows Marian for is just... Gone. In its place is a cold, grieving husk of a woman who's sole motivation is utterly destroying whoever or whatever it was that took the love of her life away from her. When she gets her revenge, she's aimless. Maybe she could bounce back, but it would take months, if not years. In a slightly optimistic if not bittersweet ending, she'd probably join the chantry as a full sister and spend the rest of her life upholding the ideals her beloved held so close.

Sebastian, on the other hand... I think he would be less... violent, but no less willing to go off the deep end. There is a part of him that thinks it's wrong, that the Maker would not approve, but he is not going to lose her, too. Better to pray for forgiveness than for permission, etcetera.

There's only so much he can do on his own, though, so instead of a killing spree, he gather information. Allies. Even those of the unsavory sort. Hell, he'll even turn to forbidden magic if he has to. It doesn't matter if he damns his soul getting her back, as long as she's back with him.

But if Marian dies? His heart just closes off. There's been too much grief, too much loss. He goes back to Starkhaven and brings the full might of its army down to bear on whichever poor souls were responsible for her death. He's still a good king, but no one would ever call him a good man. And he would never remarry - even a political union is out of the question, because he will never betray Marian, even if she's no longer with him. The Vael line would die with him.

So yeah. Sure is a good thing nothing bad will ever happen to these two, ever.

#ask #breadedsinner #sebhawke #i have several sad aus where bad things do in fact happen to them but i'm a happy ending bitch so they're rare #there's one where seb dies in the chantry explosion and marian merrill and fenris hunt a*ders down all across thedas #killing anyone who gets in their way #then there's the good ol' hawke gets left in the fade au #sebastian punches varric for dragging her into another mess and pulls his support from the inquisition unless they get her back #OR the au where MARIAN dies in the chantry and Sebastian just. kills a*ders immediately. no questions no asking the others what they think. #just an arrow through the eye socket before he can say another goddamned word #anyway yeah i'm normal about these two

[dykesynthezoid]

I was thinking about how Gwen is so fundamentally a leader, and it’s clear that’s what she’s meant to do, but also as Queen she just seems so lonely, so isolated, and how more than anything she feels like a leader of the People, especially, for example, in that moment where she rouses the women of Ealdor to fight

And in my head I went yeah, like a Robin Hood figure. And then I thought: YEAH. LIKE ROBIN HOOD.

Just think— After her father is killed on Uther’s order, she has every reason to turn against him— And perhaps seeing what he did to Morgana after she came to Gwen’s defense is the last straw. She takes to the woods, consumed by grief and pain but most of all conviction, and vows to fight until she lives to see a Camelot that is free of Uther’s witch hunt.

Lancelot is the first to pledge himself to her cause; he’d always wished to be a knight, but in coming to Camelot he’s seen an injustice that must be undone, and Gwen’s cause is just, and there is no one he would rather have the honor of fighting for. (Also he’s a little in love with her but like. Who wouldn’t be)

Merlin, as always, is chiefly concerned with how it all affects Arthur, but Gwen is still his friend and he wants to help her; after all, what if this is part of Arthur’s destiny? What if this is how they bring magic back to the land? Gwen has no issue with Arthur, and she isn’t even really trying to depose Uther; she’s simply vowed to make trouble for him until the ban on magic is lifted. Merlin becomes her mole inside the castle, sneaking supplies and information back to her camp when he can.

Next to join her cause is Gwaine; he hears they’re giving the king a hard time and thinks, “Oh, fuck yes.” Percival joins as well. They find her brother, and of course Elyan would do anything for her— and anything to avenge their father— and pledges his sword.

Morgana is lonely without her maidservant, torn between missing Gwen and feeling understanding of why she left; until she hears exactly what Gwen’s been up to. She can’t help but be curious, and of course, sympathetic to her cause. It seems Gwen’s found herself her Maid Marian.

Arthur and Leon find themselves acting as (rather ineffectual) Sheriff(s) of Nottingham— After all, they don’t really want to catch Gwen. She’s causing trouble, yes, but she doesn’t truly mean any harm. Still, Uther wants her dead, something that’s starting to cause quite the dilemma for Arthur in particular. It doesn’t help that Merlin’s always in his ear advising him to see things from her point of view.

In the end, Arthur is swayed, Morgana has claimed her own magic, Merlin’s is revealed, and Gwen and her Merry Men have Uther in a bind. When Uther still refuses to lift the ban, Arthur does as Merlin has been not-so-subtly suggesting and usurps him. Magic is free and Camelot once again. And, best of all: Gwen gets the girl, of course.

#bbc merlin #guinevere #morgwen #arthur pendragon #uther pendragon #lancelot

[4rainynite]

EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 8

Darling & Rosabella

The royal princesses that are ready to serve some justice.

Darling and Rosebella are both princess who are expected to be traditional princess. In reality one is activist and the other is a heroine, not a damsel -in-distress.

While Rosebella is free to protest and be her true self Darling has to stay hidden due to her family's reputation. Both are best friends who support each other and their causes.

Darling's side: As a princess from THE Main Charming family Darling is expected to be the perfect princess: dainty, fragile, and a damsel. Yeah right, she's smart, mysterious, brave, and wants to be a hero.

Darling has a double side as she is the White Knight. Something she hides out of fear of repercussions from her family and their endless rules. Ironical, Darling has more freedom at school than at home; she can take heroes training (disguised as a boy), be the White Knight (also disguise), but when no one is around she can be herself. Also, look at that calendar it has throwing stars in it!

In the books it said that their room was opulently decorated, with carved vanities, gilded mirrors, tasseled curtains, and vases of fresh flowers sat on every available inch of counter space.

We see a glimpse of Darling sleeping in her bed, but not the bed itself.

Darling has a closet where she hides her workout gear. She only wears it and exercise when she's alone in her room due to her family not wanting her to gain muscles.

After, dropping Ginger off at school during Spring Darling couldn't go back to Wonderland, so she hid the White Knight Suit (along with countless weapons) in an old hiding spot Maid Marian and her mother used when they were in school (I'll explain in another headcanon).

I can see Darling having a sword collection either in her closet or under her bed.

With Darlings love of reading and now that she's away from the Charming Committee of Literature (I honestly forgot which committee it was, they have so many) she can read as many heroine, adventure, and Wonderland books as she wants and has a huge bookcase.

Rosabella's side: Rosabella may be a princess, but she is not one to sit and watch the injustice of the world take over. You'll see her around school of the village protesting about change than waiting for her future prince.

Rosabella was raised to speak her mind and she has no problem standing up for those who can't protect themselves.

In the books it said that their room was opulently decorated, with carved vanities, gilded mirrors, tasseled curtains, and vases of fresh flowers sat on every available inch of counter space.

Adelita, Rosabella's butterfly, is one of the few pets that lives in the dorms. Adelita uses the flowers that Darling and Rosebella get from their suiters as a bed and to get nectar.

Being Briar's cousin she most likely has rose motifs in her room.

With her love of animals, she may have a few stuff animals that she got from when charities give the donors stuff animals, t-shirts, and rubber band bracelets for supporting the cause.

Rosabelle makes her protest signs in her room and her side is littered with protest signs and papers.

Normally, Rosabella is never in her room due to protest, student council, or reading in the library. When she is in her room, she naps due to her active schedule tiring her out.

She's an avid book reader and reads books and magazine like 'Beast Weekly' to keep up with Beast matters and to be closer to her Beast heritage. Like Darling she has a giant bookcase filled with actvist and nature books.

She has a harp so she might practice in her room.

Yeah, that's all I got on Rosabella, wasn't much to work with sorry.

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