#The Red Queen Kills 7 Times

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The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (Emilio Miraglia, 1972)

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baby it is giallo time

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[misguidedasgardian]

Hour of the Wolf (7)

VII. Pestilence

MASTERLIST

Summary: Unbeatable, dangerous enemies make their way through the Red Keep

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, arranged marriage, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon, SPOILERS IN WARNINGS, sickness, epidemic, people dying, angst

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5 k

Notes: Alright, so there had been a few times skips through the chapters, since they got married it’s been like 2 months, and in here trough outs like another two. Sorry for any mistakes I wrote this in notes and barely choked it

“Anything else?”, you asked your council, “maybe something that you had been keeping from me?”, you were still punishing them with your tough words, even though it's been two weeks since the Iron Fleet situation

Tyland decided to chuckle, as to relieve the tension

“No your grace”

“There is something that had been brought to my attention, your grace”, muttered the Grand Maester, “concerning reports from the White Harbour”, Cregan raised his eyes, “just got the raven this morning… A strange disease has been spreading… people are getting shivers, fever, and then… perishing”

“How bad is it?”, you asked, then you looked at your husband

“The disease appeared first on the three sisters”, he said, “many are dead, half the population…”

“How come we haven’t heard of this before?”, you asked

“I do not know your grace, it appears the Vale wanted to keep it guarded, as they blame it on people from Ibbe, slaughtering the bunch, they did not want to raise alarms”

“For the gods”, you cursed, truly concerned, “I want you to keep communications open with theirs maesters, send them everything we might have on how to deal with this diseases, on the library, I will bet there is information”, you commanded, “also keep the line open with The Citadel, they must have even much information”

“Yes your grace”, said the maester, knowing that you did not said that lightly

“We will help as we can, but we cannot send help physically”, you observed

“Agreed, we need to discourage the spreading of the disease”, muttered Lord Celtigar, “In my travels, I witnesses many diseases, I shall help the maester on the gathering of information”

“That will be much appreciated”, you said, nodding your head at your maester of laws

“We must be careful of the ships and envoys that come from the Vale and from White Harbour, but at the same time, we must aid one of the most important trading points in the North”, determined Cregan

“I agree, with winter fast approaching, we cannot impair the North of their most important harbor”, you said, looking at the naked table in front of you, “how I wish we had the painted table in front of us”, you whispered

“I’ll arrange a well drawn map to be able to us here in the small council chamber”, muttered the Maester

“Thank you”, you said, relieved

“Lord Celtigar, I wish to know about Harrenhal”, you said, looking at your master of Laws

“I’m not gonna lie, events happened in that cursed place from which I have no explanation”, he muttered, “a man died in front of me, because the so-called Queen Witch of Harrenhal command it”, you frowned, thinking he was joking, but he was dead serious

“Some say it was a well time bolt that made that man’s head explode your grace, but, I did not see any arrows”

“What of her?”, you asked

“She presented me with a boy, with blonde hair, she claimed it is Aemond Targaryen’s son, and the rightful heir to the Iron Throne”

You chuckled darkly, the audacity of your uncle, of openly calling your brothers and you bastards, developing a hate that led him to kill your baby brother, only to bed none other than a Strong bastard, and siring a bastard himself, if he had lived, you would have killed him again.

Specially after what he did to you

“We surrounded the castle, took it by storm, killing all the traitors, but, when we storm what would be the royal apartments… she was gone, her and the child, we do not know were she is, or how she could have escaped”, he said, looking at your face for any indications of what you were thinking

“Be honest, should I be concerned?”, you asked then

“I do not think so, your grace, nobody would believe her, and even if they did… I don’t think so, you are well settled in your throne, and… even so… other than the Hightowers, nobody has real reason to raise against you”, you barely nodded, “nobody has the strength, the kingdoms are still healing, and will be so for at least the next five years”

“Raise alarms, in case she is spotted”, you said only, you wanted to eliminate all traces of your uncles, treachery, and war, “what else?”

“The Blackwoods request audience”, muttered Cregan, “Lord Blackwood’s eldest daughter Alyssane is seeking for a husband, let it be reminded the Blackwoods were great supporters of your mother during the war, thanks to them we defeated the Baratheon Army, eliminating Lord Borros, and… The Riverlands turned black because of them”

“And they are welcomed in my court, I shall receive them with open arms, and a banquet in their honor”, you commanded

“I’ll make the arrangements”, muttered Lord Redwyne

“The Iron Fleet, or what remains, the flagship has been spotted sailing here, to King’s landing”

“Have they made their intentions clear?”, you asked

“They wave white flags, request an audience”, you only scoffed, “they claim that, they want to gaze upon the Dragon Queen”

“Of course”, you muttered, “let’s welcome them then, we are home, they are but a few, we shouldn’t be concerned”

Nobody opposed the idea, so they barely nodded

“Of course prepare escorts, I would not let them be for a second while they are here, eyes on them at all times”

Gazing upon the face of the Red Kraken himself gave you a sensation of… disappointment

You were disappointed of him, from the tales, stories of men that had faced him in open sea and also in lands, were the tales of a man that didn’t belong to the land of the living, rather, he had come from the darkest parts of the ocean ready to reclaim land back to the depths

A ruthless men, bloodthirsty, with no remorse or fear of death

“Your grace”, he greeted, bowing theatrically 

“Lord Dalton”, you greeted seriously

“The songs do not do justice to your beauty”

“Is that so?”, you did not like his tone, not the mock in his voice and features of his face 

“You are more than they say”, he continued

“And what else do they say about me, Lord?”, you asked mockingly, Cregan, by your side, glanced at you, clearly asking you to not engage

“They say men rule in your stead”, he said, you only smiled

“As I have proven, that is not entering true”, you smirked, he chuckled darkly

“That is true”

“So you raided one of my seven kingdoms… to prove me, test me”, you said, now more serious

“I wanted to see who sat the Iron Throne”, he said, “a dragon, or wolves and lions”

You grew bored of this character quickly looking for help in your small council and other lords gathered there

“now it’s clear to me, so I’ve come to offer… other services”, your eyes went back to him

“Services?”, you asked, you did not like the smirk of his face, “such as?”

“Well I’d offer my hand in marriage but… I see I’m too late for that…”, Cregan took a step forwards, anger taking a hold on him, “but I don’t mind being the second”

“You are overstepping”, your husband grunted.

He was not going to allow some guy just coming here and shamelessly think he could just… have you

“All Kings and Queens have lovers”, he said dismissively, “you don’t have to be the exception”

“right…”, you mumbled looking for the eyes of your Queensguard, to ask him to remove him, “I thought you seek audience to reintegrate yourself and your people to the rest of the realms, for the common fool, but you had just come here to make a mockery out of diplomacy”

“your grace you misunderstood, it is costumers for us ironborns to have salt wives… and rock wives”, he said, entertained, by you, you were getting angry, “together, we could have children not only with fire in their veins, but in their head as well”, people laughed, but Cregan was not amused, “worthy of the throne”

“That is enough”, you demanded, “I only need but one husband”, you said, and the court chuckled, “if you are here to mend bonds with the realm you might stay, Lord Dalton, otherwise and although I thank yo Igor your offering, I kindly reject it”, people laughed again and that did not pleased the Kraken, soon, he left and if he had his armada on its entirety, you would be weary, but he didn’t, so you weren’t.

The mood swiftly changed when another introduction was made

“The Lady Alyssane of house Blackwood” presented a guard, you’d think she would have come with the rest of her family, but she presented herself alone in front of you

She was one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen, also, her reputation precedes her. She fought in the war, she led armies, she killed hundreds with bow and arrow.

She was someone to admire

She was the head of her house until her little brother came of age

“Your grace, it’s an honor, thank you for receiving me”, of course she ceased the first word

“Lady Alyssane you are most welcome, I hope you find what you are looking for, you are welcome to stay at court as much as you need to”, she only smiled, bowing perfectly, she also looked at your husband and hand, but… you didn’t like I one bit.

Having the Ironborns at court was one thing, having the Blackwoods was another, it changed the dynamic in the entire court

The former were constantly and daily have dinner with you, and lady Alyssane would sit beside Cregan, and they would chat all night…

You didn’t like it, not at all

But it would be childish of you to chide Cregan for something he didn’t have power over, right?

“But I find that hunting with a spear… is it too slow” the woman giggled, and you could see the conversation had sparked something in Cregan, he was entertained, he was speaking of something he enjoys, a rare thing to find with him

Is not like you did not trusted Cregan, but it was still painful to watch, so you retired early, as many of the other women at court, and left Cregan, the men, and the lady Alyssane, drinking and laughing like old mates.

You were not worried or concerned, only tired by the events of the day.

Cregan though, as soon as you left, was left himself with a sense of emptiness, he found the situation uncomfortable, and soon, followed you

Cregan was on his way to your now shared chambers when he encountered little Jahaera walking in the same direction, a small red blanket in her arm, rubbing her tired face with the other 

“Little one, where are you going?”, as soon as she saw him she whined, hugging onto the hand of the nanny that was taking her

“I’m very sorry my lord, she woke up, and wanted to see the Queen”

“Leave us, I’ll take her”, he said, and she, with reluctance, let go of her tiny hand and walked away

He kneeled on the floor just in front of her, with a soft expression on his face

“Why can’t you sleep, little dragonling?”

“I don’t want anyone else to go away”, she whined, her teary eyes make him sad, “If I sleep, she’ll go away”, she explained

“What do you mean?”, he asked softly

“At night… my brother went away… then I went to sleep, and my mommy went away, and then my papa, he went away, when he went to sleep…”, she whined, bitter tears falling from her beautiful eyes

Cregan’s heart broke

“I don’t want my aunty mommy to go away too”, she said

“She won’t, I promise you”, he said

“How do you know?”, she asked, rubbing her eyes

“Because I will protect her with my life, us Starks, we always keep our word, did you know?”, he asked softly

“You will take care of my new mama?”

“I promise you little one”, he said, “and you know, I’m married to your mama, so..”, she only smiled, and hugged him. He hugged her back, stading up and carrying her to the chambers. “one more night you can sleep with your new mommy alright?”, he asked

Jahaera barely nodded again his neck.

She was already sleeping by the time he entered the chambers to find you looking at him with the softest eyes, and the most beautiful smile he had seen.

That little girl and your brother where your family, and he had married you so, they became his family, he needed to step up, and help you with those children

He was determined, he thought the very next day, as he finished his short prayers in the Godswood, he wanted to go back to the Keep, to speak to Ser Arryk about prince Aegon’s training, or the start of.

That boy was too very sad… he needed to look forwards, you needed to fill his mind with something more… history, philosophy, training, to keep him mind fed and occupied with something else.

He walked trough the beautiful garden, thinking about inviting you to eat something outside, that would make you happy

“I must say I’m dissapointed”, Cregan raised his gaze to meet the beautiful Alyssane Blackwood

“The Capital is not to your liking?”, he asked

“Well, no if the betrothal I was hoping to get is… already married”, now that surprised him, looking at her

“My Lady”

“You are a price I was hoping to catch”, she continued, smirking

“Well, you are too late”, he said, trying to make it lighter, with a smile on his face, but she was not releasing her predatory stance 

“A pity”, she muttered, looking mindesly at the flowers of the garden, “we could have been great you know”

“Probably”, he muttered

“Are you really happy here in the capital?”, she asked, “wouldn’t you have prefered a wife? A lady of Winterfell?”

“I would prefer no one but the one I gave my word to”, he said, now all serious, he was not going to be polite anymore, “and you are out of line, my lady”

“Just playing with what could have been”, she said, not altered at all by his serious words

“I thought the idea was to look for a match”, they both turned to see you approaching them, “not get into one”, you said bitterly

“Your grace”, she said, now alarmed, as she saw you approaching

“I think you overstayed your welcome, Lady Blackwood, since you found no prospects on this week, you best try somewhere else”, you said simply, standing by Cregan’s side.

She barely nodded, and bowed lightly

“Thank you for your hospitality your grace, but you are right I must take my leave, and hunt in other woods”, she muttered and then she left quite quickly.

You watched her lean and tall figure leave, she was beautiful, her eyes as green as forests, and her hair long, black and lustrous

“It is a pity, if she had been here sooner… maybe she would have managed to hunt you”, you whispered, and then walked on the other direction.

Cregan called your name, but you didn’t turn back, you just kept walking

Cregan haden’t entertained her, but her words still lingered in your ears. You had make him marry you, perhaps he would have preferred a real wife, a lady, a partner for him to take North and be a mother to his child and give him more, that supports him in leading his people, not all the way around

But it was too late now. 

What was done was done, is not like you threatened with your dragon for him to marry you, but still, the inavility of managing a match for yourself is what chained him to a life he didn’t even want.

You had commissioned a pathway from the gardens to exit the castle by a stone hallway, that led to the cliffs sorrounding King’s Landing, were your dragon rested, you wanted to see her, maybe even take a little flight. 

This stone hallway was tall, windy, and open, much like the one leading to the castle in Dragonstone, Cregan followed you closely

“I didn’t entertain her…”, he explained

“I’m aware”, you answered, but not stopping your movements 

“Please”

“Cregan”, you stopped turning to look back at him, “I’m aware you didn’t entertain her, but she is right, I can’t help but think in the “what if”, you explained, “what if I didn’t make you marry me? you could have been back in Winterfell, with your child and your people”

“Yes maybe”, he growled, “but I married you”

“Because of a pact you made when my borthers were still alive”, you said simply, turning to keep walking, but he grabbed you

“Not only because of that”, he growled, looking into your eyes, “I wanted to marry you”, he said

“Why?”

“Why!?”

“Why? because of power?”, you asked

“Not only that”, he said, looking intently into your eyes

“Because I’m broken?”, you asked then, “because I’m a danger to the country?”

“No…”, he said, you both into eachtoher’s eyes, he moved slowly, like you were some wild animal, and he palced his hand on the side of your face. “Because to me you are the most beautiful woman in the seven Kingdoms, because I desired you, you are what I have been promised”, you didn’t know what to say, “I will have half a life with you, and half a life away, but… at least I have something of you”, he said

You kept quiet, the world seemed to stop for a second, and all around you, only the two of you existed.

“I have never been much of a poet”, he said, chuckling darkly, “and I only must say, nobody would have make me marry you if I didn’t want you”, he said this time more darkly, you leaned in kissing him, he kissed you back, trapping your lips on his greedily

“I wanted you too”, you said, “because you and I… were ment to be together”, you said certainly 

“Fire and Ice”, he said, “nobody make us marry, we chose it, because we knew, together we could have everything”, he said with a husky voice, “power, love, a family”

“Together”, you confirmed, sealing your words with another longing kiss, “We need to settle in our roles as husband and wife”, you whispered with an entertained voice

“I’ll settle you in our bed as of right now”, he growled, “But I will settle for having you here…”

“No!”, you giggled as he grabbed you pulling you towards the grass on the other side of the passage.

He layed you down in the open, where anybody could see

“The nerve of that woman”, he growled over you, “of ever thinking I could have chosen her, instead of you”

“the audacity”, you chuckled 

“Perhaps we should have her watch as I ravage you”, he said opening the top of your riding gear, his mouth on the skin of your neck and collarbones

“Cregan Stark!”, you shrieked, “I didn’t know this side of you”, you moaned, as you spread your legs to fit his form between them. 

“We have the power, and our love… let’s make our family”, he whispered against your neck, “dark haired children worthy of the throne…” he mocked the words of Dalton

Cregan and you shared looks over the table, little smirks, you two were like two giggly lovers from the stories

“Concerns about the desease are increasing, despise out best efforts, it’s coming trough the port…”, muttered the Grand Maester, bringing the attention back to the situation at hand, “there is no control…”, he was interrupted when Tyland coughed, trying to hide it in a hankerchief, now you noticed that… he looked sickly

“Are you well, Tyland?”, you asked with concern, as the man looked possibly ghostly, pale, heavy sweat on his forehead

“Forgive me your grace”, he coughed, “I do not feel well”

Cregan stood from the table like a spring, and grabbed you, pushing you gently backwards towards the window

“Get away, hold your breath”, he commanded, all the men stood from the table, taking steps back from Tyland

“I’m well”, he tried to argue, but Arryk grabbed your other side, using his cape to cover your face, making you blind, but both men led you out of the room.

“Is this necessary?”, you asked, concerned

“Very”, growled Cregan, “the Winter fever has reached the Red Keep, take the necessary measures, nobody meets anyone, people should stay in their apartments”

“Yes M’Lord”, muttered Arryk

They finally released you in your rooms

“Wait!”, you called as they left you alone and were about to close the door, “what about Aegon and Jahaera?”

“We need to keep you separated”, he said firmly, “in case…”, your eyes filled with tears

“Yes I understand”, you murmured 

“We will keep them together”, he assured you, “nobody will see them…”

“Wait!”, you called as he was about to close the door, “stay here with me”

“Someone needs to organize this”, he said seriously

“Not you!”, you called

“I have to”, he said seriously, and he closed the doors, trapping you inside 

You were loosing your mind….

You had books, they brought you food and Cregan would come at the door and give you updates twice a day…

You had done all you could, you had commanded medicine to be send, as well as the knowledge to help the cities fight this, but they wouldn’t let you out, you hadn’t seen anyone in weeks. At least half the Kingdoms had fallen into madness and sickness

“Tyland… didn’t make it” Cregan whispered against the door, “10 servants didn’t either”, you shed bitter tears at the other side of the door

“Gods… Tyland”, you whined

“Alicent has fallen to the sickness as well”, he murmured, but you heard him alright

“What about Aegon and Jahaera?”

“They ask about you constantly, yet… they are in good spirits, with their Nannies who had also scaped this”

“Good”, you whispered, “please send word to Casterly Rock”

“Already did, those lucky bastards weren’t hit by the desease, neither has the Reach nor Dorne, it seemed it is stuck in the Crownlands, the Vale and the North"

"at least some of us are spared"

"its been a moon since Tyland was sick, we will get trough this", he said, "the worst is…", he got quiet, and you whined when you heard a cough

"Cregan?", you asked

"I'm fine, some dust sneaked his way to my throat", he said lightly

“Are you sure?”, you asked, grabbing the knob of the door

“Yes” he said, “A message has arrived from the Citadel from the maesters, I should tend to it” he said

“Please come back”, you begged

“Always”, he said, and left you

The next day… he didn’t came back

“His grace has taken abed your grace”, said Ser Arryk, “the maester is tending to him”. You opened the door, to his surprise

“Your grace”

“If the maester falls sick we are all dead, I’ll tend to him”

“No!” He said trying to grab you, but only one look and he desisted

You ran down the hallways and entered his rooms…

Cregan laid in his bed, pale, you could see the sweat on his forehead, and the shivers running up and down his arms and his whole body. You were by his side in a minute, grabbing his hand

“Cregan”, you called, but to no answer, his eyelids fluttered, he seemed like he was going to open his eyes, but he didn’t, instead he just mumbled something, sounded more like a grunt.

The Grand Maester didn’t lie to you…

Most… almost all of those who catched the fever perished…

You needed to prepare for the worst… and yet, your eyes filled with tears and a desperation consumed you, as you started crying silently

“Please don’t leave me”, you cried, “please”, you begged, grabbing onto his hand tightly, “I don’t know what I’m going to do without you”, you admitted, he squeezed your hand a little

“Rickon”, he whispered, in his feverish dreams, “my son”, you frowned, concerned, at the worry on his features even in his sleep

He was calling for his son, the son you had kept him from, the only son he had.

You placed your hand on your lower belly, then you placed his hand there

“You need to get better”, you begged, “your son needs you, the North needs you… our baby needs you… I need you”, you prayed, his naked chest was pearled with sweat he was burning up. You stood up removed your clothes and laid by his side grabbing into him, making sure your body stuck to his as much as you could, so you’ll lower his body temperature with yours, after giving him the medicine indicated by the doctor.

It all depends on him, and the gods.

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Hi. Sick and twisted headcanon? How about maegor "training" his pregnant wife? He killed her husband and "trained" her to be his "slave" by tying her wrists behind her back while she's naked on his bed with heels and garters on. He inserted a vibrator inside her womanhood and watched her thrust her hips while he pleasured himself. He ensured that this was recorded. He then came to notice her nipples getting hard and her tears caused by how painful it was to have her breasts filled with milk. So, he pinched her nipples to make them leak, massaged and sucked her breasts. Compulsory taking nude photos of her blossoming body and burned all of her clothes so that she'll be naked 24/7.

Maegor Targaryen x Niece/Wife!Targ Reader

Warning: Megor Targaryen, age gap, incest, pregnancy, grammar mistakes, smut.

Author’s Note: sorry I changed it a bit, and this is sort of my first headcanon I’ve ever really done so it’s not really that good, but anyway just my point of view hope you enjoy!

Maegor Targaryen would be very obsessed with Valyrian culture, he’d be determined to have a pure breed Targaryen wife, and he’d want his children and heir to be of pure Valyrian ancestry.

He’d be more than obsessed with his little niece reader after, his mother suggested for him to marry someone from their house, he’d be obsessed with the reader since she was a child, more like a daemon and Rhaenyra situation, but everyone refuses to marry the sweet little inocente reader to him, his other wife’s wouldn’t matter at all, his little niece would be his only and main priority, so when he finds out she was married off to another rich lord from another house, he’s mad, very mad, so he slaughters an entire house and ends them right there.

He would ride on the back of Balerion and burn the house to ground, he’d have his guards go in and get the reader, and her husband so he can behead him himself. He’d cut the reader’s husband’s head off, give it to her as a gift and fuck her right there and then for everyone to see who you belong to.

He’d make the reader his wife and his only queen, and punish her every night for allowing another man touch her, he’d fuck her constantly and make her moan, scream and cry his name all night long for everyone in the keep to hear.

He’d train her to be his personal sex salve and toy, only for his use, he’d always keep her in his sight and she’d barely be allowed out of her room, only with guards with her at all times, he’s be hell of a possessive man, his other wife’s pitty the reader, and one in specific would be jealous (you know who I’m talking about).

If his precious little niece asked anything of him, he’d do anything and everything for her, and out of all of his wives she was definitely the only one that mattered at all to him, he adored his little niece wife, he’d have hundreds of hand sewed dresses personally mad for her, each one individually made of the best quality of red silk and with hand stitched gold.

He’d spoil her a lot with gifts and jewelry, she’d be the most elegant, precious and perfect queen throughout the day to her people, but at nighttime she’d be his little cock slave that he could use however he desired whenever he wished.

When Maegor finds out the reader is pregnant, she’s always with his, with him being too anxious and overprotective of her and his soon to be heir, and he’d love her pregnant body more than anything, torturing her with pleasure for hours on repeat as he watches or sucks on her body leaving possessive marks or sucking on her breasts doing anything in his power to get milk out, or relive her of the painful amount of milk.

He’d listed intently as reader moans his name as he fucks her over and over until she passes out, he’d constantly admire her pregnant body being proud of his work. He’s demand that his little wife be naked of any clothes while around him.

And after his first son is born, he’d just fuck another one into her, until they had an army of children.

#maegor the cruel #maegor x reader #maegor targaryen #got headcanons #hotd headcanon #house targaryen #targcest #maegor x oc #hotd preference

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Below the cut is a full list of all my work :) (updated 10-10-23)

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SCREAM 1996

Final Girl 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

To be continued.

Final Girl fic-verse:

First Impressions 

Sick Day

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Final Girl fic-verse blurbs:

Drunk Y/N 

Stu saying the L word

Billy saying the L word

Little Rituals  

Time of Need

Talking about Y/N

Stu’s thoughts about Y/N and POV

Gingerbread

Billy Loomis x S/O with Panic attacks 

Stu waiting for Y/N and Casual Intimacy

 Billy and Stu with S/O who cries a lot 

Billy and Stu Scaring Guys Away

People noticing their friendship 

Driving with Stu 

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SCREAM VI 

Ethan Landry 

One of Them

Ask about Ethan 

Noticing they like Y/N

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LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

First Rule

What Follows

Y/N gets hit on - Protective Joel 

Purpose 

Pulling Away

Pulling Away similar story

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STAR WARS 

Anakin 

More Than This 

Promise

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY 

Tate Langdon 

Modern day fic

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DC TITANS 

Jason Todd

Resurgence 

Slow Nights

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ELVIS THE MOVIE

Business Practical

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

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STRANGER THINGS 

Steve Harrington

Movie Club

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Times Have Changed

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DAREDEVIL

48 Hours

Chapter 1

A Red Widow

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SPIDER-MAN 

This Time it’s Different 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

TASM Peter 

Domestic Assertiveness 

Hobbie Brown 

Ask about Hobbie

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YOU

Bloodroot in the Suburbs 

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Babysitter 

Chapter 2: Kill Habits, Not people 

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SIX OF CROWS SERIES:

Searing Starlight

Searing Starlight Chapter 1

Searing Starlight Chapter 2

Searing Starlight Chapter 3

To be continued.

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Kaz Brekker:

Blurb series: The Promise of Rain (i define a blurb series' as a series with shorter chapters where each chapter correlates but can technically be read as a stand alone)

The Promise of Rain (blurb 1).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 2).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 3)

To be continued.

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Falling Angels:

Falling Angels Chapter 1

Falling Angels Chapter 2

To be continued.

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Anastasia (Prologue) 

Bookworm reader 

A Knife in the Back

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SHADOW AND BONE:

The Darkling:

Solace (part 1)

Solace (part 2).

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To Be Alone (smut).

Solutions

All the Good Dreams (might be getting a part 2)

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The Needs of Pain (part 1)_

The Needs of Pain (part 2, smut).

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Corridor Moments

darkling x shy! reader HC

Comforting the darkling HC

Playing Vices

Darkling x anxious! Reader

Kirigan x Soft Girls/Similar personality 

Crossing Lines 

Darkling x Pregnant! Reader 

Possessive/Breeding 

Nikolai Lantsov:

Tranquility.

Handmaid reader x nikolai. childhood best friends to 

lovers fic

Enemies to lovers Nikolai HC (i'm thinking of making a series based on this

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SHADOW AND BONE X SIX OF CROWS:

The Problem With Light Chapter One

To be continued.

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RED QUEEN:

Maven Calore:

Dying Starlight

#masterlist #scream x reader #final girl fic #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #poly!ghostface x reader #ethan landry x reader #scream VI x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #starwars #starwars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #ahs x reader #american horror story x reader #tate langdon x reader #DC titans x reader #jason todd x reader #elvis movie x reader #austin butler! elvis x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader

[satureja13]

Good news: Both, Bunny and Vlad survived the night! (And of course Diablo too :)

Vlad slept like the dead (that he actually is) even though he only had a quarter of an inch hay between him and the hard, cold soil. After he woke up, he felt like he'd been hit by a tractor - twice. He moaned and crawled up like an old man. Apparently Diablo woke him.

Diablo: 'Omg, get up already! Finish your job and let's leave this foul place! They devour me with their eyes!' Vlad, barely awake and full of aches: "Sure, pal. Let's get this over with. Keep your distance to the village until I finish work."

Diablo: 'You betcha.'

Vlad shuffled over to the sculptor's shop. From what he sees, he is a master of his craft and he has no idea why no one wanted to work for him. Well, he'll soon find out. Not that he cared much. This is just a game and he dealt with harder tasks. He'd even been to hell and back. So one day working here won't kill him. It's for Ji Ho and Saiwa - and his best friend Jack after all. There was music playing in the shop, so the sculptor is already there too, despite the early hour.

'Enjoy what'chas got, not what you have not 'tis a weak heart lamenting with sorrow When the days seem cursed, it could always be worse Fight depression with sword and arrow'

The Sculptor: "Good Morning! You're early, that's great. Take off your shirt and let's start right away. The queen is eagerly waiting for her statue!"

'When the zeppelinous clouds of trouble abound And thunder is clapping and lightning strikes ground Just when yer thinking this may be your last Throw a lash 'round the mast, hold fast!'

Eh - take off his shirt? He knows this voice. It belongs to the very person who always demands him to take off his shirt!

'When the world ain't right, and it smithes ye with strife Ye can now buckle down, it's a test they call life Very soon you will see what kind of animal you'd be Taking the bite outta life'

Leander! Vlad's nemesis! The very man who never fails to make him lose his composure! The red-haired devil who wanted to marry him. Yeah - he only cursed Vlad and dragged him down to his hell to protect him - but that does not mean he'll ever forgive him that he touched Ji Ho and almost drowned him! (Which actually wasn't Leander's fault either...)

'When they're testing the gallows, yer hung like a dog Or they're marching us out to a firing squad We just smile and recall all the good times we had It's the best 'til tomorrow It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

But of course NPC Leander did not recognize him. Because this is just a game. A stupid game! He'll have a word with Tiny Can when he's back, that's for sure... Leander: "Ah the gods sent you! You're beautiful - the Queen will be pleased! Sit over there."

'No considering surrender when yer down in the dregs If ye look down and notice you still have your legs So stand up and fight you just might seize the day It's the best day 'til tomorrow'

The Real McKenzies - Best Day until Tomorrow If you happen to like punk: this song is really good! I just found it by chance and it fits so well!

And so Vlad took off his shirt (and his pride) for Leander - again... He grit his teeth and tried not to freak out and kill this annoyingly oblivious NPC. And he reminded himself over and over again that this is just a game. And for whom he does this. Ji Ho. Jack. Saiwa. Just. A. Game.

(It seems like NPC Leander ist just as full of himself and annoying as real Leander and therefore the village folks avoids him ^^')

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

#therapy game #underwater love #The One #vladimir tepesz #leander belgraves #the game #Spotify #ts4 #Goldshire #diablo #old new henford #simlit #sims 4 vanilla #sims 4 #sims #henford on bagley #simblr #sims 4 story

[mikodrawnnarratives]

I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's

That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's

Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see

yall got ✨fanart✨

and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA

usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane

A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough

Click for quality and this is a long post

First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.

First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10

I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10

I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her

Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original

NEXT

Slightly canon to downright canon

Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au

Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????

Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha

Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo

OTHER'S AU'S

what you've been waiting for

Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)

First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it

You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch

Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist

hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA

This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND

Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors

Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me

This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact

@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)

ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here

Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.

Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.

Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it

Oh uh, and chloe will be fine

:)

CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER

She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace

@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.

I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(

But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!

srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES

Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.

@lunian I have fanart for you~

And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls

But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too

And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie

@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens

Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!

I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani

Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her

Okay more that I didn't really finish

We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL

I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.

And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags

Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)

It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...

AND THEN THE LAST ONE

was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW

but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago

It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"

But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!

I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).

Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.

Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool

I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.

10/10 just because I had a fun time with her

#tw old art #Don't Cringe at Old Art Challenge GO #long post #rambling about art and stories #akumatized!marinette #akumatized marinette #I'll add all the tags for the others ltr #miraculous ladybug #lady justice #princess justice #akumatized ladybug #I put this in my drafts in april and it's time to stop being socially anxious and just post it

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 6: The Secrets of The Red Keep (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 6: The Secrets of The Red Keep 

In the Red Keep, it’s not just the rats that creep, but secrets too. And in the game of thrones, secrets kill as much as rats carrying plague do.

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

HOTD Masterlist | Main Masterlist | 

Warnings: Lots of stuff happening, Viserys being an L as always, Y/N being kind of an ass, slow burnnnnnnnnnn

Word Count: 7.7k words (so. much. is. happening.) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: Here it is, you guys! I’m so sorry it came later than expected 😭 and that it is much longer than expected too. But I snuck in a Daemon cameo at the end so 😁 I hope you guys enjoy! 

lovely dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics​ !

It was drawing nigh six months since Prince Daemon’s disinheritance and subsequent departure to Dragonstone. All across the realm, winter had reached its end, and flecks of green have begun dotting the bare trees once more. The smallfolk’s chatter and laughter grew gradually in abundance, as with spring always comes the promise of new beginnings. 

The nobles too, harboured the hope for new beginnings. Gowns and coats of fur were swapped out for attire of lighter fabrics, and the misery caused by the chill of winter were replaced with eager ambition to propel themselves into the centre of power. And no one seemed to exemplify that more than the Lady Y/N Tyrell. 

Gone was the devoted, yet somewhat prickly and brash lady-in-waiting of the late Queen. In its place, was someone much changed. Where in the past she had served Queen Aemma, these days, she was akin to a second shadow to the Princess Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne, even moreso than her usual companion, the Lady Alicent. The kinder whispers expressed gladness that the Lady Y/N had taken pity on the Princess, who had lost her mother at such a young age, and had stepped up as a maternal figure in an act of benevolence. The more vicious gossips, however, sniggered that mayhaps Lady Y/N had been possessed by the spirit of a particularly determined leech. “The rose sinks its thorns into another dragon after one passes,” they mocked. 

All these whispers you heard, but you simply did not possess the means to care. ‘Words are wind,’ you scoffed to yourself. Although…Tis’ true you were leveraging on your close connections with the Princess…but it was for self preservation. With Aemma and Daemon gone, you had gotten close to Rhaenyra, becoming something akin of a mother figure to her, which made your influence at court grow exponentially. Having the favour of the heir to the throne was a powerful thing, and you intended to use it to serve your own means. However, you couldn’t shake off your feeling of guilt for using Rhaenyra this way. You oft wondered if Aemma would approve of you doing so if she was still alive. But if she were…then there would have been no need for you to do this. You swallowed down the painful lump in your throat. It doesn’t matter now, you told yourself sternly. The dead are the dead, as Daemon said, and as long as you were alive, you would do whatever it takes to make sure you stayed at the Red Keep. 

You arrived at the castle sept, where Rhaenyra was standing to the side while Alicent was kneeling in the midst of prayer. You curtsied to Rhaenyra, whose face lit up as soon as she saw you, though it did little to lighten the visible gloom on her face. 

“Your Grace,” you greeted softly. “I told you so many times that you should call me by my name, Y/N,” Rhaenyra chided softly. You smiled apologetically, “Apologies, it is a force of habit.” Rhaenyra smiled wistfully, “You always called me by my name when Mother was…” her voice trailed off and her head drooped. You tilted your head in Alicent’s direction, “You’re not praying?” Rhaenyra hesitated, “I must confess that I’ve never really prayed before..” 

You smiled, guiding her to where Alicent was kneeling. “Well, no time to begin like the present, then.” You took notice of the figure she was praying to: The Mother. How fitting. 

Kneeling down next to Alicent, you felt Rhaenyra tentatively do so next to you. Alicent offered the both of you candles, and you showed Rhaenyra how to light them. The three of you knelt there in silence for a while, minds occupied with your own vastly different thoughts. “I find…” Alicent spoke gingerly, “That this is a way to be with my mother. Here in the quiet of the sept.” She hesitates, looking back at the statue of the Mother. “Does it sound foolish?” 

“I don’t think it sounds foolish,” Rhaenyra piped up next to you. 

Alicent smiled at that, before turning to you, observing how your eyes were watching the figure of the Mother pensively. “Do you pray often, Y/N?” You smiled wistfully, “Piety was never one of my stronger suits, I’m afraid. But I remember…when I lost my lady mother, I prayed day and night that I wouldn’t be sent back to Highgarden.” 

“You disliked your home?” Rhaenyra asked softly. You pondered over her question, before shaking your head slightly. “To me, Highgarden never really felt like home. Perhaps it was because I had been born and raised in the Red Keep for most of my days, but I consider King’s Landing to be my only home.” You didn’t tell her that it was the looming threat of your duties as the sole daughter of House Tyrell that kept you from recognising Highgarden as your home. Rhaenyra nodded sagely. 

“I’m…I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what to pray to the Mother for,” Rhaenyra hesitantly says, “Should I pray for anything specific?” You smiled wistfully, “You only need to follow your heart. The Gods will listen to you if your sincerity can be felt.” Alicent nodded in agreement, and the three of you lapsed into silence once more, praying on your own. You closed your eyes, and Aemma flashed into your memories. She was always smiling at you then, and your heart ached deeply whenever you remembered her. 

“...the day of the tourney,” Alicent and Rhaenyra turned to you inquisitively, as you took a deep breath, letting the scent of the smoke sooth you, “I told you I was never religious, but that day…I prayed to the Mother fervently. For your mother, for Aemma to have a smooth labour.” You smiled bitterly, “But it seemed, the gods had a different plan for your mother.” 

Rhaenyra sniffled softly. “It feels refreshing to hear you talk about my mother,” she admits after a pause. “No one, not even Father, seems to want to talk about her. They always change the subject. It’s like her memory is something unpleasant. Something to be avoided..” 

You took her hand, feeling as though you might cry yourself. “The subject is painful,” she continues, “But I don’t want to forget. I don’t want anyone to forget. I cannot bear for my mother to only be spoken about in riddles and hushed tones. I want to remember her…I just don’t understand why Father doesn’t seem to want to.” 

Alicent glanced at the both of you, biting her lip softly. “When my mother died…my father and brother wanted to forget about her too. And admittedly, I did too.” You put your other hand on Alicent’s, and she smiled ruefully at you. “I hid my grief, trying to continue with my life with the same bravery my father and brother had…but I found myself unable to. So the sept is my refuge. It’s where I can express my grief without feeling like it’s something to be ashamed of.” 

“Grieving is nothing to be ashamed of,” you told her gently, “Grief is what keeps the memory of a person alive, even if they’ve long passed. To remember what kind of person they were to you, and to honour how they made you who you were now. Grief does a service to our loved ones who have passed.” 

Rhaenyra smiled bitterly, “I think Father needs to hear that.” You smiled at that, patting her hand softly, “Everyone grieves in their way, Rhaenyra. You might not see it, but I’m sure your father mourns your mother too, though it may be in a way different to yours.” 

Rhaenyra pondered on that, turning her gaze back to the candles. “...mayhaps you’re right.” You squeezed her hand, and she squeezed it back. You turned to look at Alicent, and she grasped your hand tightly in hers, her expression warm. Though getting close to both of them was naught but a political machination initially…you found yourself growing to care more and more for these two girls everyday. So different we all are, you thought to yourself, yet so similar we are too. You turned back to the Mother, as you said one last prayer to her, “I hope…that the three of us can always be like this. That no matter what, when the world seems bleak…we can all be truthful with one another, and depend on each other.” 

It has been six months, but you find that you are still unable to school your features into absolute indifference as you watch Viserys digging into his meal with a notable lack of enthusiasm. 

Pursing your lips, you focused your attention back onto cutting into the veal on your plate. Ever since Aemma’s death, you had been hesitant in seeking out Viserys’ company voluntarily, despite Daemon having advised you to take the opportunity to get close to Viserys for protection. Out of all of Daemon’s advice you had reluctantly heeded, this one unsettled you the most. But as it turned out, you had not needed to make the first move. Viserys had (quite unfortunately) taken to summoning you to his apartments more oft than not in the past six months for meals, or even just for idle conversation. And the usual topic of conversation? The late wife that Viserys had cut open. You would find it funny if the topic itself did not constantly make you want to hurl something at Viserys. Viserys seemed determined to cling onto the vestiges of Aemma’s memory through you, Aemma’s cherished companion. Although after today’s conversation at the sept, you found it strange that Viserys seemed reluctant to broach the topic of Aemma with Rhaenyra, but with you, it was different. Why exactly was it so, you did not know, but…as long as it kept you at the Red Keep, then you would stomach as many conversations as Viserys wanted to have about Aemma. 

Which was why you nearly dropped your fork when Viserys asked you if you knew about Daemon’s current occupation of Dragonstone. Clearing your throat, you deliberated on the reason for the sudden change of topic, but quickly answered, “It would be a miracle if someone had not heard about that.” Viserys chuckles, a rare deviation from his usual melancholic mood during your dinners. “As always, you are unfettered in your nature of speaking. I only wished more people would be like you.” 

You were unsure on how to respond to that. Viserys sighed, “It would not be such a bother if it had been only Daemon on the island, but he had to take nearly half the City Watch with him as well. Does he truly desire to wage war against me, his own brother? With that meagre army of his?” You recalled Daemon’s words that fateful night, and bit your lip. So this was what he meant. You knew that with Daemon’s abscondence along the City Watch, King’s Landing had became more susceptible to looting, raping and other violent crimes. The Small Council was oft engaged in heavy debate as of late on how to tackle this problem, and that must have been Daemon’s plan all along. To sow chaos in King’s Landing. You sighed, cutting into your veal. Daemon…he may not look it, but there is always a certain calculative edge to his seemingly impulsive actions. The promise to make a point. 

“I’ve half a mind to go to Dragonstone and confront him myself,” you snapped back to reality when you heard Viserys bang down his cutlery frustratedly. “If the Small Council had not dissuaded me otherwise, I would’ve done so.” You grimace, “Viserys, that would be unwise. You and I both know more than anyone of Daemon’s nature. He means to continue throwing this…tantrum so that he may garner your attention. You shouldn’t pay heed to his antics. Mayhaps he will come to his senses sooner or late.” 

“Mayhaps is a strange word for never,” Viserys muttered, picking up his fork and knife again. You stifled a laugh by lifting another spoonful of soup to your lips. “Regardless, it would not be fitting for you to go to Dragonstone. What would the realm say, seeing their king having to go and plead with his brother to curb his foolishness? The dissenters will see it as weakness, as they did with Aenys and Maegor. You should listen to your advisors’ counsel, Viserys.” Viserys sighed, leaning back against his seat. “I suppose you’re right. However; this leaves me at a bind on what to do with him. Lord Corlys has been singing this wretched tune for nigh six months, and he will continue to do so if I do not act soon to put Daemon in his place.”

The two of you lapsed into silence. You picked at the remaining veal on your plate anxiously. “And other than the mounting pressure to deal with Daemon, the Small Council, in particular Lord Corlys, has also been pushing me on the subject of remarriage.” You froze. “...remarriage?” Your heart was pounding furiously, having not expected this sudden turn of events. You knew it would be expected of Viserys to do so, to secure the line of succession, but he always seemed so catatonic in grief over Aemma that you thought he would never take a second wife. Moreover, should his new wife sire him sons, Rhaenyra’s claim would surely be disputed by the lords of the realm. Viserys nodded wearily, “Lord Corlys has even nominated a candidate, his own daughter, Lady Laena.” 

You wrinkled your nose, “Isn’t she naught but a girl of 12?” Viserys sighed, “Indeed. Much too young…though it seems not for Lord Corlys’ ambition.” You felt your appetite slip away at that. “And what do you think of this match?” Viserys smiles ruefully, “I was actually looking to hear your opinions. You always speak with unbridled truth, and it would do me good to hear from an unbiased perspective.” 

You purse your lips, surprised. He was asking for your opinion an awful lot these days. “If you’re seeking counsel on the qualities of Lady Laena, I must confess I do not have a clearly formed opinion. But speaking from a political perspective…it would be an advantageous match for both houses. It would join both of your houses of Valyrian blood in one once more.” Viserys lets out a soft snort, “Advantageous? Lord Corlys and my cousin only proposed this match to put their own blood on the throne. They care not for the unity of our houses. Lord Corlys only wishes to see a king of Velaryon blood on the Iron Throne, and to correct the slight that Rhaenys faced at the Great Council.” 

“Be that as it may,” you interjected, “You cannot deny it is a brilliant match. Is it not better to join the blood of the dragon in one single line again? This will prevent any more dragonriders from emerging from House Velaryon, and consolidate the power of House Targaryen in a single bloodline once more.” You were startled when Viserys suddenly let out a bark of laughter, “You know, you sound exactly like Daemon. With how the both of you are constantly stressing about the importance of retaining the power of House Targaryen.” You froze, feeling offended, but then the indignation fades away. It wasn’t entirely a bad thing, after all, Daemon was the person who had opened your eyes to the naivety that blinded you from seeing reason in your grief. Instead of feeling insulted, you felt like you should feel…proud? You shuddered, the thought of being proud thanks to sharing qualities with Daemon fucking Targaryen of all people being too much to bear. 

Viserys lets out a slow exhale, looking regretful. “All this talk of remarriage sickens me,” Viserys mutters. “Because despite all this quibbling, nothing will ever come close to Aemma. I do not wish to replace her. I imagine she will be deeply upset at the thought of it.” 

You frowned, holding back the urge to shout at Viserys why he had chosen to cut Aemma open if that were the case. But alas, the truth oft can never be expressed freely. You took several deep breaths, formulating a response in your head, as you spoke gently, “Remarriage may seem daunting, Viserys, but it is inevitable. It is your duty to the realm, and I’m sure Aemma will understand that.” Viserys sighs before laughing softly, “I suppose you’re right, Y/N. Duty is inescapable, especially when you’re a king. Very well, I shall arrange to see Lady Laena to discuss a possible betrothal as soon as possible.” 

You did not know what to feel about that, happy? Aggrieved? Angry? “That reminds me,” Viserys spoke up, getting out of his seat and walking to you. You watched him curiously as he fumbled in his pockets to draw something out. “I…think that you should have this.” Your eyes widened when you saw that he was holding the ruby falcon necklace that Rhaenyra had gotten Aemma. “The Silent Sisters retrieved this from Aemma. I’ve held onto it for the past six months but,” Viserys smiled bitterly, “I felt like it would only be right for you to have this. Aemma was as dear to you as much as she was to me, and with my remarriage…I do not think it is right for me to hold on to it anymore.” You took the necklace gingerly and cradled it in your hands, feeling torn. Viserys put a hand on your shoulder gently, “Let this serve as not just a token of remembrance for Aemma…but also as one of gratitude. From me towards you for your counsel, steadfast loyalty, and friendship. I want you to know that despite how bereft I am over Aemma’s passing, I am thankful that you have continued to stay by my side.” Conflict consumed you as you looked up at your old friend. You thought you hated him for doing what he did to Aemma, but it seems your old friendship prevents you from detesting him completely. It was so difficult to completely hate someone who you've known your entire life, and has only looked out for you, despite his position of power. 

You rested your hand atop his and smiled tentatively, “Thank you, Viserys. This gesture means a lot to me…and I want you to know that I am grateful for you too. I will always be by your side, no matter what” Viserys flashed you a genuine smile for what seemed like the first time in months, “Thank you, Y/N. Truly.” 

Two weeks later, you were striding towards Viserys’ solar, a book in your hands, a smile on your face. Viserys and you had been discussing about the structure of a temple of a Valyrian deity for the past few days, and you were delighted when you found a book that contained descriptions of how temples of that particular deity were constructed in the empire of Yi Ti and the Old Empire of Ghis, immediately setting off to Viserys’ chambers to share it with him. You also remembered that today was the day that Viserys was due to walk with the Lady Laena to discuss the marriage pact between their houses. You had no doubt he would be feeling discouraged after that, and you hoped the book would lift his spirits.  

You nodded at Ser Steffon Darklyn, who was standing guard outside the King’s solar, and bustled into the room like you did many times before. What you did not notice however, was the man’s panicked look as he remembered the King was busy with another visitor when you entered. 

You swept into Viserys’ solar, a grin on your face, “Viserys, I found something of interest-'' But you nearly dropped the tome as you came to a dead halt, staring at the dismayed figures of both King Viserys and Lady Alicent - who were far too close together for your liking - in shock. A dead silence blanketed the room, before Viserys began appealing to you, “Y/N, this is not what it looks like-” 

Suddenly, Ser Steffon’s voice came from the door, “Your Grace, the Hand is requesting for an audience.” Viserys sighed, looking between the door and your accusatory expression. “Let him in, Ser Steffon.” 

The Hand entered the room, bowing to the King. He didn’t seem surprised to see Alicent here, you realised with growing indignation. Otto Hightower, that cunt, looked a little taken aback at your presence, however it was quickly smoothed over by his grim expression. 

“Your Grace, I’ve called the Small Council to an emergency session. An incident has-” 

“Can the matter wait?” Viserys demanded, walking over to you, but you backed away, unable to look him in the eye as you tightened your grip on the ancient tome. “I’m afraid not, Your Grace. There has been a problem,” Otto paused, eyeing you and Alicent, clearly unsure whether he should say it in front of the both of you. “At Dragonstone.” 

Daemon, your heart thudded in your chest. What did he do now? 

“Gods be good,” Viserys muttered. “I understand. I will be there shortly. I have a pressing matter at hand.” With that, Viserys turned to you, his expression becoming sombre as he murmured, “I think I owe you an explanation.” 

“You don’t,” you whisper, a betrayed look on your face. “You owe one to Lady Laena. To Rhaenyra. To Aemma.” 

Viserys sighed, suddenly looking like he aged five years in an instant. You were aware of the Hand’s heavy gaze upon you and Viserys, as well as Alicent’s anxious one. “I swear to the Seven that it is not what it looks like, Y/N.” 

“Then pray tell, whatever good reason can there be for this…gathering?” you whispered harshly. “This does not seem like a one-off incident, am I right?” 

“It is true this was not…a first occurrence,” Viserys looked nervously at Alicent, who was picking at her fingernails again. He placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. A sadness dawned in his eyes at your reaction, “I…I will explain it all to you later. But I need you to swear to me that you will not tell Rhaenyra. I’m afraid she will misunderstand-” 

“Your Grace,” Otto speaks up, causing the both of you to turn your gazes to him. You felt queasy when you saw the intrigued look in his eyes. “I’m afraid your conversation will have to wait. This matter is truly urgent.” Viserys sighed, looking at you pleadingly, “Please, Y/N. I promise, I will tell you everything later. Just…help me keep this secret, just once, alright?” You couldn’t do anything but press your lips into a thin line. Seeing there was no use begging you anymore, Viserys only lowered his head shamefully, patting your shoulder before leaving the room. Otto gave you and Alicent one last look, one that you returned with a glare, before he inclined his head and turned to follow the King. 

As the door closed, you and Alicent stood there, an uncomfortable silence blanketing the room. You were the first to break it, “How long has this been going on?” 

Alicent cast her eyes downward, “Nigh six months, my lady.” Her voice was quiet, timid. You crossed over the room to her, arms crossed in disapproval. “Your father ordered you to do so, didn’t he?” “...yes,” Alicent whispered tearfully. Your heart twists. As angry as you were, it was not directed to Alicent, but to Viserys, and the Hand. For once, you finally understood Daemon’s intense dislike of the Hand, and how appropriate it had been when he called him a leech. ‘Yet again, Daemon is proven correct,’ the bittersweet thought caused your lips to quirk upward. ‘Who knew he was such a patron of wisdom.’ You were silent as you let your thoughts deliberate the information you just learnt, before you spoke up once more. 

“Speak truthfully with me,,” your voice was firm, demanding, “Does the King intend to take you as a bride, instead of Lady Laena?” Alicent was silent for a moment, before she spoke in a trembling whisper, “It would appear so.”  

You massaged your temples. Gods be good. “And is that what you desire?” Alicent hesitates, looking torn. “It would be a great honour,” she murmurs, although her voice was lacking in conviction. “It would mean I would be Queen. There is no greater way to bring honour to House Hightower.” You waved your hand in the air dismissively, “Aside from honour, I’m asking you if this is what you want. And do not tell me that it is, just because your father or your House wills it. What I want to hear is if you, Alicent Hightower, want this marriage.” You lowered your voice, demand turning into solemnity, “The path of marriage…it is no easy one, Alicent. And you are still young, there is much of life you have not yet experienced.” You took a deep breath, voice shaking slightly, “You saw…what happened to the late Queen. The pressure to produce an heir…and eventually, she gave her life for it. Is this the sort of life you want to resign yourself to?” 

Alicent bit her lip, a tear trickling down her face. “I do not have a choice, do I?” You were aghast, “Of course, you have a choice. Everybody can dictate their life the way they choose. You need not resign yourself to the will of others. That is no way to live, Alicent.” 

Alicent gives you a bitter smile, still not meeting your eyes. “It is fortunate that you have the liberty to think so, my lady. But it is a concept I am unfamiliar with, and one that I can never grow to fully experience.” You wanted to protest, but you kept silence as you watched Alicent blink back tears, “I’ve learnt from a young age…the inevitability of duty. Run as you may, in the end, this freedom you speak of…it can never be ours. Everyone has a role to play in life, and the women are expected to play it exceptionally well. Noblewomen especially. We were born in this life to serve our fathers, our lords, our husbands, our houses. The thought of freedom is wonderful yes, but you soon realise, it slips through your fingers slowly, until all that is left is duty. Since duty is inescapable, no matter how reluctant I may be, I have learnt that accepting it earlier will cause me less hurt, instead of thinking foolish thoughts.” She finally meets your gaze, eyes filled with solemn determination. “Thank you for your concern, my lady. But this is a choice I have made. You would not change my mind, and I suspect I will not change yours. However, I hope you will respect my opinions on the matter.” 

You face was impassive, but your eyes were filled with sorrow. How wise she was for a girl so young. And how crushing the weight of knowledge can be. You continued to say nothing, instead gently prying apart Alicent’s clenched fingers, examining the wounds on her fingernails. “Come, let me help you put some ointment on them. I got some from the Maesters after the tourney.” 

Your mind was in a haze as you departed the King’s solar. Alicent’s words struck a deep chord in you. You always assumed that everyone would want the choice to pursue the life their heart desires, regardless of their sex, but you never stopped to consider the people who didn’t have the chance to. You had flouted the idea of duty for years, despising it, but seeing Alicent, who willingly embraced the burden of it…it made you feel ashamed. 

Consumed with your thoughts, you didn’t notice a hurried figure approaching until you both collided, nearly knocking each other to the ground. The other person grabbed you to steady you before you fell. Your eyes widened with shock at the guilty figure in front of you. “Rhaenyra?” The princess shushed you, pulling you to a dark corner. “What are you doing?” you whisper furiously, upon noticing her dressed in her dragonriding gear. “Are you sneaking out? At this hour?” 

Rhaenyra was bouncing on her heels impatiently, looking like she might take flight herself at any moment. “To Dragonstone. Daemon has stolen my brother’s egg, he intends to gift it to his mistress’ bastard child.” You were startled, and outraged at that. He would go to such great lengths just to get his brother’s attention? Sometimes you wonder if being a cunt was just in Daemon’s nature. “Please help me keep it a secret, Y/N,” Rhaenyra implored. If it weren’t for you gripping onto Rhaenyra’s forearms, you suspect she would have fled a long time ago. “Father shot me down when I suggested I fly there to retrieve the egg, and sent the Hand instead, but I have to go get it. It was my brother’s egg, I picked it out personally, Daemon has no right-” she struggled to find the words amidst her anger. 

“I understand, go. I won’t tell a soul.” Rhaenyra looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you…serious?” You nodded, letting go of her. “I think you will be able to get through to Daemon. I believe in you. Now go, before your uncle decides to take the Hand’s head off with a sword and cause a war between House Hightower and House Targaryen.” Rhaenyra laughs, before unexpectedly pulling you into a hug. “Y/N…thank you. It feels nice to know that you have faith in me” You were startled, but you hugged her back, and patted her hair soothingly, a gesture you’ve seen Aemma do with Rhaenyra. “You’re more capable than you think, Rhaenyra. Now go,” you pulled away, eyes fixed with hers. “And make Aemma proud, Rhaenyra.” Rhaenyra nodded, a fierce look coming into her eyes. She shot you a brief smile before looking around furtively to make sure that no prying eyes were here to witness her escape, before sprinting away to the stables. You watched her go, biting your lip. Your conversation with Viserys and Alicent crossed your mind, and you felt a little regretful that you didn’t manage to tell Rhaenyra. But Viserys had begged you, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say anything. You turned away, walking to the godswood, intent for some air. You had a feeling in your gut that sooner or late, all these secrets would culminate in an unpleasant ending.

Your words were proven true enough a few days later. You were reading a book in your chambers, when Rhaenyra burst into your room, nearly giving you a heart attack. You were ready to reprimand her, but one look at her furious, betrayed face, and you already knew. “He-” Rhaenyra bit out, “My father just announced he’s taking a new bride. Alicent.” 

You leaned back in your seat, your heart sinking. So Viserys had gone with it after all. You felt disappointment dawning on you, as well as guilt as you watched Rhaenyra pace around the room frustratedly. “I just don’t understand, how? He was going to marry Lady Laena, he swore it to me yesterday, when did he even get acquainted with Alicent?” Rhaenyra swung back to face you again, but she froze when she caught sight of your guilty expression. “Seven hells,” she breathed out, “You knew?” You closed your book, standing up, “I did, but I didn’t expect-” Rhaenyra let out a sharp bark of laughter. “Save it, Y/N. I do not wish to hear it now. I thought I could trust you.” “Rhaenyra-” you beseeched, but she had already turned her heel and left, slamming the chamber door shut behind her. You sunk back down in your seat, your heart pounding. By the gods, what a mess. 

Your chamber was once more the recipient of another visitor, though it might not have been the one you hoped for. “Rhaenyra?” you called out hopefully, only to be surprised when the timid form of Alicent appeared instead. Her eyes were rimmed with red, and you noticed fresh wounds on her nails once again. “Alicent…” you walked towards her, taking her hands in yours. Alicent began to cry then, and you drew her into your embrace, closing your eyes as you felt Alicent’s tears staining the front of your gown. 

A while later, you had seated Alicent on your bed, observing her as she cradled in her hand the cup of tea a servant had fetched for her. “I thought I knew how heavy this burden was,” she spoke, her voice barely a whisper as she looked despondently into her cup. “But I wasn’t expecting it to feel so painful.” You chewed your lip, as you focused on applying the ointment to the fresh wounds on her left hand. “I thought I was prepared, but I did not realise this would mean I would lose Rhaenyra.” 

Your heart was pounding as well, though not for the same reasons as Alicent. Rhaenyra’s backlash towards this announcement didn’t just signal an end to her ties with Alicent, but also with you. You remembered vividly how betrayed she had looked when she came to realise that you had known, and you had not told her. There was no coming back from that. Apart from your guilt however, you also felt a steady sense of despair building up in you. You had spent the past six months relying on the favour of Rhaenyra to prevent your expulsion from court and back home, how was that to go about now? 

“Oftentimes, life changes in ways we cannot anticipate,” you began quietly, trying to think of your next steps. “But it is best not to dwell on it, to move on and adapt.” Alicent looked distraught at that, but she kept silent, save for the tear trailing down her cheek. You finished applying the ointment to Alicent’s left hand, moving onto her right hand. Suddenly, an idea struck you. “Alicent, I know this is a bit sudden,” you said gingerly, “But if I may…I would like to request to serve you as your lady-in-waiting.” Alicent looked surprised, though there was no anger in her expression, much to your relief. You were worried that you might have overstepped, but Alicent only put down her cup of tea and squeezed your hand, “I would be honoured to have you as my lady-in-waiting, Y/N.” 

You had to refrain from sighing with relief, pleased that your gamble had worked out. You were banking on your close ties with Alicent now, and a queen’s power was surely more reliable than a princess’. At least, good enough to keep you at the Red Keep. Once again, you felt guilty for using Alicent this way, but it was not out of malicious intent either: you truly did care for Alicent like a daughter, much like you had with Rhaenyra. Besides…you realised that Alicent’s current predicament was much like that of your worst nightmares. The realisation left a bitter taste on your tongue. Alicent was everything you vowed you would never end up being, and watching all this unfold in front of you while you were powerless to stop it - it felt gut-wrenching. 

“Y/N,” Alicent’s soft voice snapped you out of your reality. You looked at her questioningly, seeing hesitation in her eyes. “If I may ask…why did the King never choose to marry you?” You felt an initial urge to cringe, but then you realised it was a valid question, and a good one at that. “The King clearly cares for you, and values you greatly. And not to mention, you are the sole heir to Highgarden,” Alicent looked unsure, “It would be a prudent decision to marry you, a brilliant match, even. Far eclipsing the advantages of a union with the daughter of the Hand of the King. Why has the King never considered that?” 

You fell silent, deep in thought. The points she made were excellent, and even though you felt discomfited by it, you were curious to know as well. In the end, you could only reply, “I do not know, Alicent.” 

“Your Grace,” you greeted stiffly, curtsying to Viserys, much to his distress. He reached out to you, trying to help you up, but you only stepped away. The hurt on his face almost made you feel guilty for your coldness, but you couldn’t stand to look at him right now. If it hadn’t been for him summoning you to his solar, you would’ve continued giving him the cold shoulder. 

Viserys sighed, giving up as he turned towards his model of the Old Valyria. His next question made you raise your eyebrows incredulously. “How is Rhaenyra coping with the news?” Unease grew in you, “Shouldn’t you be asking about Alicent instead, Your Grace?” Viserys grimaced at your use of formalities. “Alicent seems perfectly content, does she not? It is Rhaenyra whom I should be concerned about now.” 

You frowned, “It is quite the opposite, actually. Rhaenyra is angry, but I’m sure she will calm down sooner or late.” Viserys seems assuaged by that, retreating to take a seat at the armchairs before the fireplace. “I am thankful to hear that.” You took a seat next to him, levelling a hard glare at him. “And what of Alicent?” Viserys looked surprised, “What of her?” “She seems distraught over this match.” Viserys furrowed his brows, “This union brings her more benefit than it does me, what does she have to be distraught about? She will be Queen.” You finally exploded, “And so?” you demanded, rising up from your seat. “It is clear that she is unhappy with this match. She came to me crying today, Viserys. She’s frightened by the prospect of this marriage. And it is clear that she is  being used as a political pawn in her father’s games. How can you say she will not be distraught by this?” You half expected Viserys to get up and order you to leave, but he only sighed and washed a hand over his face. “Y/N,” he began slowly, gesturing for you to sit down. You refused, staring at him with defiant eyes. He sighed, sometimes you reminded him so much of Daemon that it was a wonder you were not a Targaryen yourself. That stubborn persistence and fiery temper…

“Alicent may be unhappy now, but I did not force her into this match.” He sighed again at your disbelieving expression, “Think of it this way, if she had vehemently opposed this match, she wouldn't have willingly visited my chambers every night without fail for the past six months. It was a scheme engineered by Otto, that I can see, but even so, Alicent wanted this. If she had been unwilling, she wouldn’t have taken the initiative to get closer to me, to indulge me in my interests.” 

You were still frowning, but you slowly lowered yourself back into your seat. You didn’t want to believe in Viserys’ words, but he had no reason to lie. “Ambition is a fickle thing, Y/N,” Viserys turned his gaze to the fire. “Some men choose to deny it, to preserve the illusion of their humility. But the truth is, every man is akin to a starving man when he sees a banquet when it comes to power. Do not underestimate the temptation of power, Y/N. Many men claim they do not desire it, but no one can resist it. Alicent is no different. She may feel uncomfortable with this match at first, but there is a small sliver of her that covets this position, and the power she can wield with it.” 

You chose to say nothing, but you tightened your grip on your armrests as Viserys spoke. Viserys sighed, turning his gaze back to you. “I have to be frank with you…my ideal match when I first heard the topic of remarriage being brought up, was you, Y/N.” You finally met his gaze again, mouth agape. “What?” 

Viserys nodded wearily, “It would’ve seemed natural. After all, we grew up together, and you are one of the people I hold dearest to my heart. I would have been happy to take you as my wife.” Your stomach began to churn. “But, I knew…with your temperament, you would never be happy in this marriage with me.” Viserys smiled ruefully at you, “I knew Aemma would have never wanted me to trap you in an unhappy marriage, and I don’t either.” 

“But you’re alright with trapping Alicent in an unhappy marriage instead?” you snapped. Viserys looked resigned, recognising that he would not be able to get through to you. “Alicent’s…distress over this match would fade sooner or late. Furthermore, I genuinely do care for Alicent’s wellbeing, and I will see to it she lacks for nothing as my queen.” “Material possessions do not equate to happiness, Viserys,” you said angrily. Viserys finally slams down his hand on his armrest, shocking you into silence. It was in rare moments like this where you are reminded that Viserys was still of the blood of the dragon, and that he was still your king. You grimaced, realising you might have spoken too carelessly. 

“What would you have me do then, Y/N?” Viserys blustered angrily, “Do you think getting remarried brings me joy? Every time I think about it, the thought sends me into a spiral of despair. That I would have to take a new wife, sire new heirs, with someone whom I might not love. Alicent may not be Aemma, but I care for her a great deal, and I will not have you deny it.” Viserys sinks back into his seat, his rage slowly turning back into that resigned, mournful look you’ve seen him wear so much lately. His voice cracked a little as he spoke, “I’m just…so tired, Y/N. You are my closest confidant, and even you can’t seem to understand how I feel, what I’m going through. After Aemma, I find myself losing the will to go through my days more and more with each passing day. It feels like my life has been drained out of me. I never liked partaking in the intrigues of court either, and without Aemma, it has only grown harder to bear. Alicent lessened the burden of grief on my shoulders. When I was with her, it felt like I could just…be. No kingly duties, no responsibilities, no Small Council on my back, nitpicking my every move, scheming to consolidate power. She made me feel like I was just Viserys, a feeling I only experienced with you, Aemma, and Daemon.” 

“...you really do care for her then?” you asked quietly. Viserys nods, looking earnest. “I do. Trust me, Y/N, I would not do anything to cause her unhappiness. And I believe as time passes, I will grow to feel love for her.” You played with your fingers uncomfortably, not knowing what to make of this conversation. Your insight into Viserys’ thoughts only sowed more conflict into your already torn feelings towards him, and you didn’t know what the right thing was to do anymore. The two of you stared into the roaring fire, as the solar was enveloped in a thick blanket of tense, pensive silence. 

On Driftmark, there was silence as well. But this silence felt more taut, more dangerous, like a provoked beast who was readying to strike. 

At least that’s what Daemon Targaryen thought as he took a swig of Arbor Gold from his goblet, taking in his surroundings. The Velaryons had a strange taste for decor, which he assumed was an acquired taste. 

Lord Corlys sat from across him, a surly expression on his face as he spoke. Daemon couldn’t find it in him to pay attention to the man’s incessant complaints. His mind kept wandering back, much to his frustration, to his conversation with Mysaria a few days ago. Her words, her caution, her fear…so unlike a certain someone he knew.

His mind couldn’t help but chase thoughts of her wellbeing. Had she heeded his advice? Had he gotten through to her, even with her stubborn insistence? Surely she must know that he only wished for the best for her. She was like family to him after all.

Lord Corlys clears his throat, and Daemon slid his focus back to him, a bored look on his face. “You are aware the King has taken Alicent Hightower to wed?” Lord Corlys asks, a shifty look that Daemon couldn’t quite place filling his eyes. Daemon shot him an irate look. It was hard not to know, particularly since this matter was what led him to be sitting in this exact chair, listening to Lord Corlys blather about angrily. 

“I heard that the Hightower girl has announced Lady Y/N as her chief lady-in-waiting.” This snapped Daemon back to attention. He took another sip of his wine to hide his smirk, ‘So she is cleverer than I gave her credit for.’  

“I don’t see how that relates to why you asked me here, Lord Corlys,” Daemon’s voice was annoyed. Lord Corlys’ expression turned sly, “In all honesty, I had expected that the King might have taken Lady Y/N to be his bride instead. He gave off the impression he might.” Daemon’s eyebrows shot to his forehead, and he nearly choked on his wine. “I can assure you, Lady Y/N would never let that happen,” Daemon told Lord Corlys, voice dripping with amusement. “But he is the King. It is quite impossible to refuse an order from the King. And besides,” Lord Corlys’ lips quirked upwards, “I have heard that Lady Y/N is rather fond of your brother herself. She has been dining with him each night since Queen Aemma’s passing.” 

Daemon tried to keep his expression impassive, but his grip on his goblet tightened. The thought of his brother taking Y/N to wed…it sent an odd, visceral feeling through him. Something that was akin to possessiveness and…jealousy? Mayhaps he was drunk. There was simply no way. No way at all. 

Lord Corlys smirked, the Prince’s dark expression told him that he had been successful in inciting some anger in the Prince against the King. Which was exactly all he needed. And soon enough, it was official: Daemon Targaryen had just agreed to wage war on the Stepstones.

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Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

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HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

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Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

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I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

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WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

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Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

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That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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Congratulations on the prophecy!

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🔥 yaoihell Follow

what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

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oh.

🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

🪓 handoftheking

Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

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WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

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who has little wood

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why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

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sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

#im so done with yalls bullshit #who are these people #why do they show up in my tags

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#space opera au #i feel delirious. i think i hauve a stomachache #dashboard simulator #treebark #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #long post #unreality

[georgies-ftts]

my genuine thoughts and reactions watching One Piece as someone who has never consumed a different piece of One Piece media before

spoilers… obviously…

Episode 1:

thick glaswegian accent straight away you’ve won me over

this guys moustache is immaculate kinda looks like every version of captain hook ever mushed into one

i recognise the scottish guy

random guy #374’s sideburns are… definitely there

slay drop a bomb before you’re executed horribly

cracker opening theme actually 9/10 should’ve been longer

fourth wall break?

nope he’s talking to a bird

okay funky trouser man you shout into the abyss

this birds got better drip than me

‘Mutiny’ funny actually

he’s not having a good time

what the actual fuck is that ship

aldiva? love of my life?

Koby needs a fresh trim… probably… idk

love me some cheeky windmills

i recognise red hair hat man too

that kids fully gonna die

luffy is fuckin nuts

is he eating… raw??? steak???

australian pink haired harrypotter is about to shit himself

dudes about to get his shit rocked

funky hat man??? is fucking??? elastic

rope burn doesn’t exist in this universe

elastic head is genuinely fuckin horrific

but also slay

think i’m gonna like depressed green hair man

Mr 7 is wearing two ruffs….

‘My favourite is number 1’ fuck him up emotionally i like it

and then fuck him physically this is going grand actually

sword fights that are choreographed immaculately and with fluid camera movements truly do hold a very special place in my heart

oh wait is the luffy kid funky straw hat man

“your mug” yes get that slang in there

wait but luffy has a steady american accent with no twangs

purple orb i’d eat it

oh so would he apparently

what the fuck it’s green

who the fuck is red haired hat man i can’t be bothered to pull up imdb

don’t kill shanks he treats the bar staff with respect

he was in ‘fresh meat’ i found him

he’s so gonna die

i’d slap man bun guy so fuckin hard

luffy needs to like… have a nap or something

woah luffy straight in there with the insults

he had a munch and now he’s a bit bendy

now i recognise koby jesus christ

didn’t need to slap the poor guy jesus

koby is cute i like them

ginger woman floating in the sea

“sweetheart” fucking get rid of them

is she gonna fuck em up

slay queen found a new love of my life and she’s wearing funky socks

‘where’s my face?’ bruvva i could squish your cheeks like a toddler that wall is not for you

it’s green haired sword guy love him

“one for my friend” dude that is a body. in a sack.

it’s ginger sock girl, marry me

blonde british man is gonna catch these fists, sir that is a child leave her alone

lucious malfoy looking ass

yes Zoro (the subtitles are the only reason i know what’s goi-)

did he just eat that off the floor.

blonde british man is fucking terrifying

another sword fight???????

kolby you are me actually

fuck them up fuck them up fuck them up

i’m a lesbian but i do think green haired man just turned me bisexual

“my father” jesus fuckin christ they hired draco malfoy

like the rum???

jesus christ daddy’s boy needs a fuckin gag or some shit

i want Zoro’s earrings please

why does this man have a metal plate bolted into his face

“where does it even go” i think you know

koby realising not everything that’s made out to be ‘good’ is always good slay, we love a little bit of depth

i love a cgi sewer pipe

jesus chrrriiiiiiist draco malfoy is back

kick him in the balls

“when i get down” dude you are literally half on the floor already….

my wife ginger socks girl is back everything is good

she’s gone again, devastated

luffy kinda has the percy jackson cockiness yknow?

luffy 10/10 would do a phycology gcse

fucking english bastards ruining everything

it’s fine she fucked em up again

what is the grand line may i ask

her eyes are stunning

i think she just shat herself

draco malfoy needs to go what the-

that’s his bare arse

chop his dick off

please

i beg you

i think luffy just wants some friends

she’s a pickpocket too holy fuck-

“i’m never joining” yuh huh sure

why’s she searching the papers on the desk surely they would be in a draw or some shit or like a secret message or something

win for luffy

153rd marines really doesn’t sound all that threatening

so he’s like… hench as fuck too?

protect the hat luffy as you should

green haired man’s just pitched up c’mon

slay, literally and figuratively

is he wearing zebra trousers?

not where i thought the sword went…

yeaaahhh fuck him up

that kick was fucking immaculate

so green man is also fuckin hench???

oi listen to the queen

HA MALFOYS HAIR REMINDS ME OF MY WEIRD BARBIE

zoro smiled that’s it life is good

KOBY MY SON

koby no don’t

okay koby you slay love you

you keep them massive fuck off glasses safe

do they meet again? please tell my they meet again and they both live and are happy i will cry-

ooo action music my favourite kind of tv music

what the fuck is that snail and why is it also a phone

SCOTTISH MAN IS BACK

they took your mum actually

a pirate in a straw hat who’s skin is made of rubber thankyou

ooo new emo green haired man

they infact we’re not planning anything ever

that’s that one guy from agents of shield

jesus he’s fuckin creepy

oh that’s terrifying actually

FUCKIN TUNE

#one piece #one piece netflix #ronoroa zoro #monkey d. luffy #op nami #koby one piece #op koby #netflix #one piece live action

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

The Red Queen Kills Seven Times (Emilio Miraglia, 1972)

#The Red Queen Kills Seven Times #The Red Queen Kills 7 Times #La dama rossa uccide sette volte #Emilio Miraglia #1972 #cars #night #giallo #lights #city #Barbara Bouchet #fear

[queenvhagar]

Ways that House of the Dragon season 1 whitewashes Team Black and Rhaenyra while doing the opposite with Team Green and Aegon:

1) Rhaenyra's acts of violence are given to Daemon and/or acts of violence committed by Team Black are made less severe.

Book:

Most likely, Daemon and/or Rhaenyra actully have Laenor Velaryon killed so that they can marry each other following Laena Velaryon's death.

When Vaemond Velaryon says Rhaenyra's sons are bastards usurping House Velaryon's ancestral seat of power, Rhaenyra has Daemon execute Vaemond and feed his body to her dragon.

After hearing of Aegon's coronation, Rhaenyra immediately demands the deaths of her brothers and plans to go to war to reclaim the throne.

Show:

Daemon and Rhaenyra make it look like they have Laenor Velaryon killed so that they can marry each other following Laena Velaryon's death, but actually Laenor secretly fakes his death and runs away with his lover. It's only a random servant who is killed by Daemon in order to orchestrate this event.

When Vaemond Velaryon says Rhaenyra's sons are bastards usurping House Velaryon's ancestral seat of power, Daemon immediately executes Vaemond in the throne room in front of the court before anyone can react to Vaemond's words. Though some who have looked closely at the scene think Rhaenyra may have nodded to Daemon before Vaemond used the word "bastard," subtly giving Daemon permission to act, textually she doesn't even comment on it before or after the event.

After hearing of Aegon's coronation, Daemon immediately demands the deaths of the Greens and plans to go to war to reclaim the throne. Rhaenyra considers peace for the "prophecy" and her memories of childhood friendship. Daemon abuses Rhaenyra for being too peaceful (and because she knew the "prophecy" and he didn't).

2) Acts of violence by members of Team Green are emphasized and/or added.

Book:

While competing in a tournament held to celebrate Rhaenyra's wedding, Criston Cole breaks Harwin Strong's bones and then fatally injures Joffrey Lonmount with his Morningstar, and Joffrey dies of his injuries few days later.

Later, Lionel and Harwin Strong are killed in a fire at Harrenhal. Some say it's the curse, but there are four suspects to who could have started the fire: Viserys, Corlys, Daemon, and Larys.

Years later, Aegon fathers a couple of bastards. When Viserys dies, he is rumored to have been found either with a paramour (according to Septon Eustace) or at a child fighting pit being pleasured by a young girl (according to Mushroom, who also insisted he personally once helped Daemon teach a young Rhaenyra the sexual arts). At the Green council, Lyman Beesbury was either 1) killed by Criston Cole or 2) imprisoned in the Red Keep, where he later died.

Show:

At Rhaenyra's actual wedding, in front of everybody, Criston Cole beats Joffrey Lonmount's face in, killing him.

Later, Criston Cole provokes Harwin Strong into a fight in order to expose his affair with Rhaenyra, resulting in him being sent away from court.

Larys Strong has prisoners' tongues cut out and sends them to kill his family by fire at Harrenhal.

Years later, Aegon r*pes his servant and we see her panicked reaction to Alicent. When Viserys dies, the Kingsguard search for him at a child fighting pit where kids fight with sharpened teeth and claws for entertainment, apparently a spot Aegon frequents. At the Green council, Criston Cole kills Lyman Beesbury when he disagrees with Aegon's coronation.

Larys takes sexual pleasure in shaming the Queen, making her show her feet to excite him in exchange for information on her son.

3) Of all the births taking place in this time period, only the women of Team Black are shown experiencing childbirth.

Book:

Among the Greens, there are 7 births. Alicent gives birth to Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron. Helaena gives birth to Jaeherys, Jahaera, and Maelor.

Among the Blacks, there are 10 births. Aemma gives birth to Baelon, dying soon after. Laena gives birth to Baela, Rhaena, and a stillborn son, dying soon after. Rhaenyra births Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon, Viserys, and a stillborn daughter.

Show:

Childbirth as a woman's battlefield is brought up in the first scenes of the season, but despite its expressed interest in exploring the relationship that the women in the world have with their role in giving birth and producing heirs, the three women for whom this is explored and whose perspectives are shown are all members of Team Black. Aemma's life is deliberately, violently ended by Viserys while birthing Baelon. Laena chooses death on her own terms when faced with death by childbirth. Rhaenyra is shown giving birth twice. First, she gives birth to Joffrey, and immediately she is shown struggling through walking upstairs with him to show Alicent, who has asked that the baby be brought to her by someone as soon as possible (to confirm he was also illegitimate). Later, Rhaenyra endures a long and traumatic stillbirth upon hearing of Aegon's coronation. The only mention of a Green birth is when Alicent says that Aegon was born "quickly enough."

4) Of all the dragonriders active in this time period, almost all scenes in season one are of Team Black and their dragons.

Book:

Team Black has Rhaenyra, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Laena, Baela, Jace, Luc, Joffrey, and Aegon the younger who have all bonded with dragons.

Rhaenyra and Daemon are mentioned riding together. Same with Laena and Daemon. Rhaenyra feeds Vaemond to her dragon. Later, the book describes Jace and Luc leaving Dragonstone as envoys on dragonback.

Team Green has Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, Jahaerys, Jahaera, and Maelor who have all bonded with dragons.

Aemond is mentioned as having claimed Vhagar and then taking him to Storm's End. Helaena is mentioned as having a connection with Dreamfyre, Queen Rhaena's old dragon. At his coronation, Aegon rides Sunfyre over and around King's Landing for all to see, another symbol of his legitimacy.

Show:

For Team Black, several characters are seen with their dragons in multiple scenes: Rhaenyra is shown with her dragon in 3 scenes, Daemon in 4, Rhaenys in 3 (including 1 completely invented scene for the show where instead of Aegon riding a dragon at his coronation it's Rhaenys instead), Laena in 2, Jace in 1, and Luc in 2.

For Team Green, Aemond is show with his dragon in 2 scenes. Other dragons of the Greens are spotted without their riders in the background of other scenes, unnamed by the show and without their riders.

5) The show invents a prophecy and the white stag to make it look like Rhaenyra seeks to rule for some greater purpose and she has divine right/the blessing of the gods.

Book:

Both sides are motivated through seeking power, though for different reasons. Team Green crowns Aegon to defend their family against Team Black (amid the threat that Rhaenyra's atypical and scandal-ridden claim poses to any other alternative claimants to the throne). Team Black fights due to their perceived birthright and sense of superiority as Targaryens. Eventually both sides do fight to see the other side lose.

Show:

The fact of Team Green's danger is treated as simply poison or rumor fed by Otto to manipulate Alicent and then her children after her because they purely want the power of the throne for their family name or they want to see Rhaenyra lose.

Team Black is given the Prophecy of Ice and Fire TM as a tie in to the main series of Game of Thrones and to provide some heroic, selfless motive for Rhaenyra to want power over anyone else. Then, she sees a white stag and the shot is framed as this divine messenger giving Rhaenyra a godly blessing to rule, even though only Criston sees it too.

#feel free to add more #team green #hotd #hotd critical #anti hotd

[olympushit]

Keeping up with the Olympians

#kuwto

Episode 7:

Preview: Olympus and the Underworld are a living hell! Zeus and Hera are back to the fighting scene after the "bitch" incident. Poseidon and Amphitrite are in tge same fate as Zeus and Hera, but a little better. Hades decides to take Persephone on a vacation in the unknown lands of the Underworld. Ares and Aphrodite celebrate their union again once and for all, while Apollo falls in love with Hyacinthus. Many more to follow on this unholy episode!

Scene 1: (Zeus and Hera back on Olympus)

Hera: I can't believe you!

Zeus: You act like you don't know me.

Hera: What do you expect me to do?

Zeus: Get over it!

Hera: Really?

Zeus: Why so aggressive?

Hera: You think that's aggressive? I'll show you aggressive!

Zeus: Hera! No! Not the condoms! I need them!

Hera: For what exactly?

Zeus: Oops!

Hera: I'll kill you with my own hands!

Zeus: Catch the thunder bitch!

Zeus' confessional:

Thanks to my thunderbolts I run away this time! But I don't know for how long I can hide from her! Until she finds me, let's seduce this little mortal girl!

Hera's confessional:

He may have run away, but he doesn't know that I have installed a mini tracker on his wedding ring! Hephaestus darling, you are my favorite son! For today at least!

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Scene 2: (Poseidon and Amphitrite)

Poseidon: Babe, let's talk it out!

Amphitrite: Did the wall just talk?

Poseidon: Don't act like that!

Amphitrite: Yeah, definitely the wall is talking.

Poseidon: I'll say whatever I have to say and if you want listen to me! I love you more than everything in this world! You are my queen, my equal, my eternal consort, my other half. Without you a day passes awfully slow, painfully alone! My heart calms around you, my soul is screaming your name! If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have chased you so far away from Greece to get you to notice me when you refused my proposal in the very beginning! Please my queen, forgive me!

Amphitrite ready to cry: You mean it Poseidon? You really love me that much?

Poseidon: If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here now!

Amphitrite: Ok then, I forgive you, but this is the last chance I give you!

Poseidon: I'm forever grateful honey!

Amphitrite's confessional:

I am really moved by Poseidon's words! I can't believe he loves me that much!

Poseidon's confessional:

Thanks goodness Eros wrote down those sweet words I told her! I owe you one nephew!

___________

Scene 3: (Ares, Aphrodite, Hermes and Dionysus)

Ares: I can't believe I got him out of my plate!

Aphrodite: It was about time!

Ares: So, how are we gonna celebrate our reconciliation?

Aphrodite: Let's burn all Apollo's photos!

Ares: Let's paint the curtains red!

Aphrodite: You mean the town red?

Ares: No! The curtains! He hates red curtains!

Aphrodite: That's diabolical!

Ares: Babe, I'm fucking war!

Aphrodite: I love your fierceness baby!

Hermes on the phone behind the door: Apollo, Ares will paint your curtains red-

Ares: Wait! Did you hear that?

Aphrodite moves to open the door and Hermes falls on the floor forward along with Dionysus.

Ares: You stupid ass bitches! What are you doing in my palace?

Hermes: Apollo hung up, they discovered us!

Dionysus:It's not what it looks like!

Aphrodite: Apollo told you to come and spy on us! Traitors! Hermes, I thought we were friends!

Hermes: No no! Apollo has no idea about it! I swear on Styx!

Dionysus: Wow! You suck at telling the truth!

Hermes: I am a professional liar! What did you expect?

Ares: So, if Apollo doesn't know about this, then why are you here?

Dionysus: We care about him, and we wanted to see if this was for real!

Ares: Wow! You are unbelievable!

Hermes: I know I am!

Aphrodite: He wasn't complimenting you!

Hermes: Nevermind.

Ares: Get lost from my palace both of you!

Dionysus: Or else?

Ares: Deimos! Phobos! Hermes said you are lame!

Hermes: What?

Dionysus: Ain't no fucking way!

Hermes: Run for your life!

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Scene 4: (Apollo, Hermes, Dionysus)

Apollo's confessional:

I don't care about Ares anymore! Hyacinthus is a real sunshine, a real loyal lover!

Hermes: Apollo! Help!

Apollo: What's wrong? And what were you saying on the phone earlier?

Dionysus: That's not important right now! Deimos and Phobos are on their way here!

Apollo: Oh no! What did you do?

Hermes: We were spying on Ares and he unleashed those two little brats to chase us away from his palace!

Apollo: You idiots! Deimos and Phobos went on vacation with their girlfriends a week ago!

Dionysus: Damn! He is right!

Hermes: We are safe!

Apollo: Ok, what's the matter now?

Hermes: Ares wants to paint your curtains red and burn your photos!

Apollo: Who cares about him? Hyacinthus has my heart now!

Dionysus: Did you overcome it so quickly?

Apollo: Love is the solution to everything!

Hermes: Ok then! So what now?

Apollo: I'll enjoy my life with him!

Dionysus: You know him only for one week!

Apollo: I knew Ares for centuries and this id how it turned out!

Hermes: He has a point there.

Apollo: I'll focus on myself more, I'll think positively amd I'll devote myself on everything that makes me feel happy!

Dionysus: I'm happy for you bro!

Hermes: We will always be there for you!

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Scene 5: (Persephone and Hades)

Persephone's confessional:

Hades told me we will have splendid vacation after our fight. He said he will show me places I have never seen in my life again. I can't wait!

Hades: Babe! Are you ready?

Persephone: Yep!

Hades: Wait, why 3 suitcases?

Persephone: I didn't know where we are going, so I took summer and winter clothes! Shouldn't have I?

Hades: Actually, never mind! Let's go.

Persephone: I don't like that tone Hades. Is something wrong?

Hades: You shouldn't have packed anything.

Persephone: You are right! All we need is one another!

Hades: That's the spirit babe! Now let's go to Tartarus.

Persephone: Tartarus? What are we gonna do there?

Hades: We will go to Tartarus to see the titans.

Persephone: Excuse me?

Hades: After all these years we are together, I find it strange that you haven't shown interest in meeting our ancestors.

Persephone: Are you serious? Cronos swallowed you when you were a baby! Why would I meet him personally?

Hades: There is no interest to your grandfather?

Persephone: He is a scumbag!

Hades: Persephone! Show some respect to my family!

Persephone: Excuse you, but you weren't respectful to my mother when you abducted me!

Hades: That's besides the point!

Persephone: Really? Is that so?

Hades: What else did you expect?

Persephone: I'm outta here!

Hades: You can't go to your mother!

Persephone: Watch me Hades!

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Scene 6: (Demeter, Hestia, Hera and Persephone)

Hera's confessional:

After everything that happened with Zeus, I really need my sisters by my side.

Hera: He called me bitch!

Demeter: Who calls someone like that in a sexy way!

Hera: Exactly.

Hestia: That's disgraceful!

Persephone barges into the room crying

Persephone: Mommy!

Demeter: Baby!

Hug scene

Demeter: Why are you crying? Did your shitty man do something stupid?

Persephone: Yeah, he wanted to take me to meet Cronos!

Hera:.....

Hestia:.....

Demeter:......

Persephone: Hey! Tell me something! Why so silent?

Hestia: Well, that's not something weird to me.

Hera: I agree.

Demeter: That's why you are sad?

Persephone: Excuse me, what's wrong with everyone today?

Demeter: He may be a shitty man, but still it is no harm to watch him even from far away. He is our dad afterall.

Persephone: Are you listening to yourself?

Hera: Well, little Persephone, know that all of us have visited our dad over the centuries.

Hestia: He is our dad and thus your grandad. I don't see why not.

Persephone: I'm outta here!

Persephone departs

Hera: Anyways! Where were we?

Hestia: At the bitch topic. But what is to die for was Demeter with Poseidon and Amphitrite fighting!

Hera: Ohhh! What did I lose?

Demeter: I'd rather not talk about it.

Persephone barges again into the room.

Persephone: What happened with Poseidon?

Demeter: Oh dear lord!

Hera: Spit it out sis!

Demeter: We slept together. Amphitrite found out and came here looking for the ankle monitor detector. But Poseidon was also there and we ended up fighting with Hestia swinging your white sheet as a peace flag.

Hera: My white sheet?

Hestia: Did you prefer I took one of Zeus' white underwear instead?

Persephone: What? No! She'll catch gonorrhea!

Hera: What?

Demeter: Darling! That wasn't very nice!

Hera: Run for your miserable life Persephone!

Persephone starts running with Hera following right behind.

Hestia: This week is quite tiring!

Demeter: You tell me!

__________

Scene 7: (Athena, Artemis, Ares)

Athena: Don't tell a single soul, but I stole Ares' shield!

Artemis: Wait! How did you lift it? I thought he was the only one who could lift his shield!

Athena: Nothing escapes my mind!

Artemis: That's why I love you!

Athena: I love you too sis! Now let's take it to Hephaestus!

Artemis: Wait! Why?

Athena: Hephaestus wants to apologize to Ares and we need to help him.

Artemis: I never thought you would help out Ares make up with his brother.

Athena: I'm doing this for Hephaestus, not this hotheaded bitch!

Ares barges in

Ares: You lil bitch! You stole my shield!

Athena: What? Who? Me?

Ares: Yes! You! You are holding it right now!

Athena: Oh! That's a replica one! I told Hephaestus to make tge same one for me!

Ares: You think I am stupid?

Athena: Yes, but that's a conversation for another time.

Ares: Give it back now!

Athena: But it's not yours!

Ares: But it is!

Athena: But it's not!

Ares: But it's not!

Athena: But it is!

Artemis:.....

Athena: Shit!

Ares: You said it yourself, now give it back you pussy bitch!

Athena: Over my dead body!

Ares: You wanna fight? I'll give you a fight!

Athena: Come on! You'll lose again as always!

Ares: I don't think so this time!

Ares departs.

Artemis: What was that now?

Athena: I don't know!

Artemis: You better sleep with an eye open.

Athena: Pfft! Bitch please! What is he gonna do?

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Scene 8: ( Hephaestus and Hermes)

Hephaestus: I can't believe that!

Hermes: Isn't that amazing?

Hephaestus: Definitely!

Hermes: Why do you wanna apologize to Ares?

Hephaestus: Because I know I was on the wrong. He had a relationship with Aphrodite way before. They had children together!

Hermes: Is that all? Then why did you break them apart?

Hephaestus: Because I thought that Aphrodite would ameliorate my status on this unholy mountain, but apparently that was wrong!

Hermes: I'm glad you acknowledge your mistake!

Hephaestus: I am a shitty brother!

Hermes: I think that Ares is gonna appreciate it.

Hephaestus: You think so?

Hermes: Both of you are very misunderstood bro. He is in tge same place as you.

Hephaestus: I hope it ends well this time!

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THAT'S EPISODE 7!

I made it!

I hope you liked that episode, I had fun writting it!

Till episode 8!

3 more episodes and then Keeping up with the Olympians will finally end!

Stay tuned! 💜✌️😀

#greek mythology #incorrect greek mythology #greek gods #incorrect quotes #incorrect greek gods #ares #aphrodite #ares x aphrodite #zeus #hera #zeus x hera #poseidon #poseidon x amphitrite #hades #persephone #hades x persephone #hestia #demeter #apollo #hermes #dionysos #hephaestus #athena #artemis #amphitrite

[ladamarossa]

Some of my favorite Giallo final girls (the ones that didn’t end up secretly being the killer or dying at the end of their film)

Deborah (Carroll Baker) - The Sweet Body of Deborah (1968)

Julie Wardh (Edwige Fenech) - The Strange Vice of Mrs. Wardh (1970)

Cleo DuPont (Anita Strindberg) - The Case of the Scorpion’s Tail (1971)

Julie/Mary Harrison (Carroll Baker) - The Devil with Seven Faces (1971)

Greta Franklin (Barbara Bouchet) - Amuck! (1971)

Giulia Torresi (Uschi Glas) - Seven Blood-Stained Orchids (1972)

Jane Harrison (Edwige Fenech) - All the Colors of the Dark (1972)

Eleanor Lorraine (Anne Heywood) - The Killer is on the Telephone (1972)

Valentina (Nieves Navarro) - Death Walks at Midnight (1972)

Kitty Wildenbrück (Barbara Bouchet) - The Red Queen Kills 7 Times (1972)

Jennifer Lansbury (Edwige Fenech) - The Case of the Bloody Iris (1972)

Jane (Suzy Kendall) - Torso (1973)

Sara Grimaldi (Senta Berger) - Puzzle (1974)

Simona Sanna (Mimsy Farmer) - Autopsy (1975)

Virginia Ducci (Jennifer O’Neill) - The Psychic (1977)

#giallo #gialli #italian horror #italian cinema #edwige fenech #barbara bouchet #carroll baker #anne heywood #suzy kendall #nieves navarro #jennifer o'neill #senta berger #mimsy farmer #anita strindberg #uschi glas #women in horror #scream queen

[daze4all]

Stelle/Reader x Honkai Star Rail + Witch! Kafka Otome Game Fairytale AU Idea. Inspired by this:

Why is it we wish on fallen stars?

 The answer quite simply is when stars fall wishes come true of course~

So how shall you make this star fall so your wish can be granted?

High Fantasy Honkai Star Rail Fic Idea: Starfall: Wish upon a Star .

Based on the game Witch Heart, the movie Stardust, and a kinda otome game style 

With many fairytale-themed routes Reader. such as Cinderella, Beauty & The Beast:

Witch Kafka! x Fallen Star! MC! Reader

Snow Queen! Kafka x Kai!Reader (Maybe Greta somone?)

Rapunzel! Reader x Prince! Gepard,

Little Mermaid! Reader x Prince! Dan Heng/Feng,

Little Red Red Riding hood Reader x Werewolf! Jing Yuan

Evil Queen! Kafka x Seven Dwarves (all Guys) x MC Huntsman Blade x Reader

More Detailed Ideas

Fallen Star! Stelle x Yandere!Witch!Kafka: Kafka saves fallen star! Stelle intends to take Stelle’s star heart to make a wish. Still, Stelle must fall in love for the wish to be granted so ​Witch!Kaf​ka resets ​Elio's Script in different fairytale iterations but Stelle keeps falling for other Honkai Star Rail characters who also have their wishes to be granted.... 

She is the one constant of this curse she cast, the one familiarity as over and over again she resets Elio's script until you love her back and give her your heart.

 “So, why not fall into my arms and into the spider's web and surrender yourself to me?” Witch! Kafka purrs enticingly

Or you could escape the spider web and find love yourself but are the options any better in this dark twisted fairytale version?

Rapunzel!Stelle X White Knight! Gepard- Classic guy saves girl with Tangled twist. Gepard falls in love and wishes to see her again and save Stelle who while sheltered & naive due to Yandere! Mommy! Kafka's misinformation is armed with a frying pan. Tangled! Stelle wants to find her family and Gepard takes her on this adventure...or gets caught by Witch! Kafka maybe white knight to dark Knight twist if it takes the traditional tale gone wrong Yandere route

Kafka resets the story takes Stelle and hides in the red riding hood cabin in the woods…

2. Yandere!Werewolf!Jing Yuan x Red Riding Hood! Reader: Werewolf jing yuan his pack was killed by hunters and Red Riding Hood Star Stelle may grant his wish to have his pack back... 

7. Little Mermaid: Reader x Dan Heng/ Dan Feng Double personality

Ursula! Kafka x Mermaid Reader

Next, she is sea witch who seeing the pattern of your heart falling to everyone nut here decides to give you a taste of your own medicines.

Yes, love the prince but Witch Kafka be there to seduce and steal him away so when little mermaid you falls into the sea in tears falling apart into bubbles she’ll be there to catch you and put you back together.

Prince in this version may be Blade as only one see him swayed by Kafka Or Prince! Dan Heng/feng since water dragon palace by the sea theme but he’d refuse her.

Dan Feng./ Heng may be dealing with double personalities.

March as the 'Sebastion who tries to match make and get MC!Reader and Dan Heng together by singing Just Kiss the girl during the secluded lake boat scene~

Prince Dan! Heng saves you classic Prince Eric style aka drives boat into the sea witch.

Do you think I’d really die when I remake this world time and time again?- Witch! Kafka

8. Beauty & the Beast: Beast!Blade

This time be the beast that drives her into my arms~ Kafka tells Blde as she resets the story to beauty and the beast.

8. Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

“Hearts are fickle who shall you fall for next and give your wishing heart too?  Much better to have it boxed up and delivered to me permanently so you can never leave~"

"Hunstman Blade bring me her heart in box" Evil Queen! Kafka orders

Huntsman! Blade x Stelle

Who from past romantic encounters may show mercy despite memory muddled or altered by Witch! Kafka

“ Run hide in the forest” Blade says when he catches Reader returning instead with another heart to trick Evil Queen! Kafka.

Prince Gepard- from tangled come back to find you> maybe white knight turned dark knight twisted as beej long time and hurt watch you get with other men past drabbles idk.

Afterword

“Finally, I found you do you remember me? Don’t worry I’ll make you remember our love”

Say if a star were to fall what would you do for a wish?

Don’t you know love can make wishes come true but so too can sacrifice.

The secret to granting your wish is to steal the heart of a fallen star.

I’ll turn the pages of story and rewrite the script as any time until I have the stars heart.

I wish freedom from the madness in my mind.

I wish to end this immortal existence.

I wish for my family to be back.

I wish to see you again.

I wish for this story to go on and never end.

#male yandere x reader #yandere imagines #honkai star rail x reader #hsr jing yuan #honkai star rail imagines #male yandere #kafka honkai star rail #yandere kafka #yandere blade #yandere dan heng #yandere gepard #yandere honkai star rail #dan heng #hsr blade #yandere jing yuan #Youtube

[vclvetfleur]

Freak show Chapter 7

Buggy x fem!reader

Summary: Buggy has awoken to the betrayal and is determined to find you. You had quickly escaped the island in search of somewhere new before Vivienne requested a celebration back home.

WC: 3.5K

Notes; I had edited this chapter a bit, unsure of the exact sequences were going to play

Chapter 7: Hide and seek

Buggy’s crew had turned their heads to noises of things slamming and yelling. “Where the fuck is it? Where the fuck did that whore go!?” He screamed, throwing things across the room recklessly as he searched for the missing map. “That fucking bitch!” He stormed out of his quarters, face flushed hot red. “Listen up! The map was stolen last night! And judging that we had a few acquaintances just leave, we’re packing up and leaving!” Buggy announced. “But Captain- we set everything up…” One of the acrobats in Buggy’s crew chimed in. Buggy shot them a look, warning them to keep quiet before having to deal with consequences. “Get your shit. And pack up!” He slammed his hand against the pole holding their flag. The crew quickly fled and followed his orders.

Buggy ordered the rest of the crew that was responsible for navigation to sail in half an hour.  Once our ship was in view, they needed to prepare for war. Buggy felt foolish to ever let his guard down. To even trust you. This had to be your plan all along. Insecurities came through. Why would someone like you ever actually go out of their way to express some kind of attraction to him? What was he even thinking? If only he didn’t ask you to stay with him. This could’ve been prevented. But a mistake like that could not be brought up to the crew. He would look weak. Just a weak clown who fell for a whore’s tactics to rob him blind.

He locked himself in his training room, throwing knives and training his body for battle. He was determined.

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You felt bad for tricking him. But it was for the best. You had no time to pick up a lover if you were gonna be Queen of the Pirates. You were too busy to even think about Buggy’s feelings. Plus, how badly could it of hurt? Maybe it bruised his ego. But definitely didn’t do much. Maybe it made him realize how idiotic he was.

Some part of you still felt some remorse. He was so careful of you after putting your body through all that. He let you bathe and held you all night. He made sure you felt safe in his arms. He was vulnerable. He fully revealed himself to you. It had to be an act. He had to have wanted you to put your guard down.

You laid on your hammock, your eyes watching the clouds dance through the sky. “You seem like you’re back to normal…” Vivienne interrupted your daydreaming. You turned your body to the side, shrugging. “Have I not been acting like myself?” You wondered. Maybe spending all your time with your crew was a bit strange to them.

“You never really cooked before. So yeah-pretty strange. Rumor has it Buggy snuck a knife into the cell and nearly killed you.” She revealed the details of this supposed ‘torture’.

“I just don’t wanna get into it…” You murmured. This was the best outcome. Slightly embarrassing, but it’d be more embarrassing if they knew the truth.

“We should celebrate.” Vivienne requested. Your lips curled into a frowned smile, suppressing the enjoyment of the idea. “Anywhere in particular?” You wondered. “Home.” Vivienne and you haven’t been back to your village since you left for sea. Parts of you missed it. It’d be nice to actually go back. You pondered on the idea before silently nodding. “Let the navigation team know…” You half whispered. Vivienne nodded, leaving you in your silence.

You sighed, going back to watching your clouds. It would be nice to lay low in your old village. Maybe give back to it to help the villagers. You and Vivienne often snuck away together to other villages on the island for weeks to months at a time to stay away from all the memories and overall status of the village, but once you both set sail it hurt to leave. You left your mom and dad’s grave. It’s been so long since you’ve talked to them. You used to spend hours talking to them. But that was years ago. You felt guilty for not having returned in a while.

‘I’ll see you guys soon…’ you hoped they could hear you. Wherever they were now.

The next couple of days were spent sailing before landing at the village. You shot up from your seat, watching the shore get closer and closer. “Vivienne! Vivienne!” You cried out for her. You rush to find her, shouting her name, giggling, and smiling as you do. “We’re here!” You tried to warn her. She left her quarters, running to the main deck to get a view of the shore. You followed suit and watched as the boat landed.

“Pirates!” You watched a young girl run and scream. You jumped off the boat, looking around. It was the same as you left it. “Hey! Little girl! It’s okay! We’re not here to hurt anyone.” Vivienne tried to calm her nerves. But it didn’t seem to calm her anymore. She had already gotten the attention of the villagers. The mayor stepped out, sword in hand ready for attack. “Girl…” He stopped, his eyes large, his mouth hung slightly open. “So, this is where you two ran off to this time…” He murmured. He had watched over you and Vivienne for a few months while you and Vivienne were in your pre-teens. No one else was willing to take you both in. Especially with your abilities. Vivienne was more welcomed by them than you ever were. They knew you’d just cause issues. But Vivienne never found it fair to have a place to call home when you didn’t. You both put the mayor through hell while under his care. The poor guy.

“I assumed you just went on your little adventures… or just left.” His voice hinted at disappointment. He essentially stared at you both like monsters.

“We’re here to repay the town…” You mumbled. “Gil! Get the bag!” You called out. You and Vivienne set up a bag of stolen loot that you both deemed appropriate to give to the village. It just fell a little short of 7 million berries. You weren’t willing to give up so much of your belongings away.

“We don’t need your stolen money.” A familiar face came out. She was slightly older, but you remembered her. Mina. It was a friend of your mother. She was one of the last remaining people who survived the raid that destroyed the village years ago. You fell silent. This was a terrible idea. “Even after everything… you really became a pirate? Knowing what they did…” Her disgust was clear through her words.

“I-I just thought… Look- I’m just here to speak to my parents.” You tried to walk past, being stopped by the older woman.

“Please… do what’s best and leave.” Her brown eyes softened as she stared into yours. Vivienne held your arm for support, hoping you wouldn’t later take this out on the crew. Your eyes welded up with tears, shaking your head.

“I’m not gonna leave. We’re staying here for a few days. My bounty is way too high to be back at sea. If you can live with sending your best friend's daughter out to die, go ahead. But we’re staying.” You pulled yourself together. The happy demeanor going back into the demeanor you always held. You drew your sword out, your eyes darting at the villagers. “Anyone wanna say anything?” You vaguely threatened.

“Just let them stay…” The same young girl from earlier spoke. “Please… I don’t want anything bad to happen.” The mayor huffed, giving in to your demands. “Fine. A week and you two are gone.” He walked away, unwilling to argue. You drew your sword back, shoving into Mina’s shoulder. “We were hoping for a celebration. You all have to work for your berries now.” You taunted.

Vivienne tried to chase after you, but you denied her any access to you. You went to the one place you longed to go for years.

You sat down at the infamous graveyard that was held as a memorial for that faithful day. You knew the route to them like it was written into your brain. You sat down, facing the two small graves. You wished you had enough time to buy them a new hedge stone. Something they deserved. You talked and talked, trying to catch them up about the past couple of years and your adventures. They wouldn’t be proud, but if it was something you truly desired, they always gave in. Every toy you eyed was yours. Every candy bar. Every dress. It was yours with just a look. You didn’t even shed a tear. You were just happy to be able to spend the time you did. But time was up. Now to play your role as a pirate.  

You went into town, searching for your crew. It wasn’t heard to find most of them. “We’re still celebrating. If they try anything, don’t do anything. Just call me.” You instructed. You went into a local restaurant and demanded for them to make you a feast. “There’s no time. We have customers to take care of.” The owner tried to stand up for himself.

“Oh? I’ll slaughter every one of them then… So, either tell them to leave or they’ll leave 'cause I made them.”

You struck immediate fear. This is what they submitted you to. You just played your role accordingly.

The rest of the nights that went by you and your crew went from restaurants to bars to shops and demanded whatever you desired. And the mayor could not speak a word of it.

You ate till your bellies were full and drank until you forgot what you all have stolen or done the next evening. Vivienne was the only one who stayed mostly sober. Not out of guilt. She believed they deserved it. But to speak to her lover from across the sea. She was careful not to give up the location this time though. Cabaji informed her about Buggy’s new reign of terror. He has been going from port to port in search of you. It was endless. He definitely took his frustration out rather quicker than ever. He had thrown a crew member overboard for telling Buggy to ease up. He has gone completely mad.

You had two more nights to spend in the town, spending a lot of it talking to your parents, mostly apologizing for your actions. You knew it wasn’t right. But you needed to survive somehow.

You retreated into town, hearing screaming. You rushed, expecting a crewmate to be harassing a villager. You specifically told them to always get you first. What was the moron doing? The closer you got, the more screams you heard. Not just one. But multiple. From men, women, children. Fuck… a raid. You vanished; your sword being drawn before spotting the familiar attire. He was here… How did he find you so fast?

You began your attack, tackling and fighting off members as they tried to find the source of the kicks and punches thrown. You knocked down one of Buggy’s first men. Your boot crushing his chest as you threw one more kick his way before being knocked to the ground. You tumbled, looking around before spotting the bright azul hair. “Stop fucking hiding coward!” He shouted into the air.

There. You appeared in front of him. “Get out Buggy. This place has nothing to offer you.” You warned. “Oh. But you do. Where’s my map your sneaky little rat!” his fists clenched as the veins in his muscles and neck appeared more clearly.

“I’ll give it to you if you leave. Now please. Leave. Your problem is with me. Not them.” You calmly tried to reason with him. You lied though. You’d never give it to him.

“Why the fuck do you care about them? Oh… this place is special, isn’t it?” he tilted his head. His smile appeared for the first time in weeks, purely out of amusement. He struck a nerve. Something that meant something to you. “What’s so special about this place? Hmm? Care to speak up beautiful?”

“Buggy- don’t fucking start. You don’t want to start this.” Your hands out like a dog trainer dealing with a vicious rabid dog.

“You started it first!” His voice boomed through the town. Your shoulder automatically raised, to shield you. His hand flew your way before sending you fly once it hit impact onto your body. Your back fell as you slid against the dirt.

The mayor watched in terror. “This is exactly why we told you to leave!” He hollered. “You’re gonna get yourself killed! Don’t be stupid!” He finally showed some care for you. He tried to bury it, but it’s hard after witnessing someone you watched grow up being beaten in front of you.

“Mayor Tenile, Go inside. Get everyone out of here. Now.” You warned.

“Oh- you’re on a first-name basis? Do you know each other?” Buggy put the pieces together. He watched your face, reading into your slight body movements. Your body tensed up, taking in more breath to calm your nerves “This is your home, isn’t it?” Buggy laughed manically. “Oh no! What a shame! I never realized what a dump you were from. Wow- I’m doing you a real favor, place is hideous. Not even a lick of color at all. No wonder you have the dark and gloomy look going on.” His laugh grew louder.

“Just stop… please.” You tried to plea once more. You thought of something idiotic, but it might work. It worked on most people after all. You sat on your knees, pressing your chest up slightly. Your hands coming together, arms right under your breast. Your eyes give the puppy dog look to them. “Buggy- I’ll give you anything. Just stay away from here.”

Buggy stared you down, his eyes scanning you. “You’re not that sneaky.” His knife flying your way. You vanished, moving quickly out of the direction. You got up quickly before making a run towards him. Your sword going through his torso. You needed to find a way to get him away. The question of how would trip you up. You thought of something. You rushed to the ship as fast as you could. “Hey! Don’t back out of a fight now!” Buggy called out as he attempted to follow the footsteps. You dug through your belongings before finding the map. You had such little time before Buggy destroyed the whole village.

You left the cabin, watching as Buggy’s body stood at the port, waiting for you. “Really? You’re playing hide and seek now?” Buggy accused you. “No- I have something you want. So- either leave or it’s being thrown into the ocean.” You marched up to the railing of your ship. You held your arm out, map hovering over the ocean. “Now leave.” You slowly let two fingers go of it as it was secured only against your thumb and finger and pointer finger. Buggy had no time for this game. His hand flew over, attempting to yank the map away from you. Your grip was on tightly. A yank of the map pulled most of your body towards the right. Your body attempted to keep its balance over the railing, but ultimately failing. Your feet slipped off as your body fell mid-air.  Your grip of the map immediately lets go. Your hands attempted to hold onto something to keep you from falling into the water, but everything was just out of reach. Buggy’s fist grabbed the map retrieving it from you. He was confident you wouldn’t actually hit the water. This had to be a trick. He just waited for the reveal.

Your body smacked against the water, your clothes immediately weighing you down. Your arms attempted to push you up, but there was no use. You sunk lower and lower, unable to get a single breath in while you were under. Your vision grew hazier by the second. Your head felt woozy. It wasn’t long before your vision went completely blind.

Buggy waited, but nothing. This wasn’t a trick… His immediate panic set in. But he couldn’t come grab you. He’d die trying.

Your body laid there, unconscious. Your dress sunken to the floor with you as your hair seemed to flow against the currents. You had finally been defeated by Buggy.

Buggy panicked trying to find a way to get you out. There had to be someone who could help. He heard a rustling in the bushes, turning his head to find an older woman with long black hair, knife in hand. She had been spotted. She charged out with the knife, swinging it at him. Buggy didn’t move for a second. “What are you?” She cried as she kept trying to make an impact. Buggy was losing time. He grabbed her wrists, staring down at her. “Stop! I will leave if you do one thing. Just-“ He made the deal. “I will call my crew off immediately.” “Why would I believe you?” She attempted to pull her hands away. “Cause you can do something for me,” Buggy spoke quickly, knowing you barely had a minute left. She broke down her boundaries and opted to listen to what he had to say. Buggy quickly explained, stumbling over his words, but Mina took no time to try to save you. Despite her grievances, she couldn’t live with the fact she could actually save you. She snagged her shoes off before diving into the water.

Mina dove into the water, scanning the water to find you, sinking herself deeper and deeper before finding you. You laid there. Finally at peace. You looked softer weirdly. You didn’t have the same angry look you had all the time. Your eyebrows softened and your body was less tense. She grabbed your arm quickly before swimming to the surface. She swam above the sea, holding onto the deck as she attempted to pull you up. Buggy rushed to help, grabbing your arms out of the water and pulling you up.

Mina left the water after, standing above you. She shook her head before getting onto her knees. She pressed her hands against your chest, stopping to hear for a heartbeat or breathing.  

“You idiot. This would’ve never happened if you only kept a simple life…” She whispered.

Buggy kneeled down, shoving Mina out of the way. None of this was working. He turned you to the side, hoping you wouldn’t die from choking on water you’d eventually throw up.

You regained your eyesight. Everything was brighter yet still fuzzy. You turned around, kneeling on your hands and knees, water spilling out from your lungs and stomach. Mina rubbed your back and removed your hair away. She shushed you, trying to comfort you as you coughed out mostly everything before fully coming to. You looked to your left to see Buggy sitting there. Blood-boiling rage took over. You stood up quickly, kicking Buggy farther onto the floor. “Get out of here!” You drew your sword, pressing the blade onto Buggy’s neck.

“He was just on his way…” Mina tried to intervene.

“If I could- I would kill you right now… You don’t deserve it though. Next time you see me in your path, leave. I can never forgive you… Your ego has gone too far. First, you destroy my village and attempt to kill me? I don’t even want the map anymore. Keep it. It’s as worthless to me as you are right now. You’re nothing, but a circus freak. Now get your men. And leave.” Your words getting caught in your throat. Your jaw tightened as you unknowingly grinded your teeth. Your vision grew blurry once more as tears filled the brim of your eyes. You were foolish. You’ve betrayed Buggy countless times. But this had gone too far. It stung more knowing the new history you’ve created together. The way you both let each other see such vulnerabilities. But that’s all it was. History. “It’s just business. Don’t forget it.” Buggy shoved your sword away before going back into town. He quickly recruited his men before making a departure. You couldn’t look at him. But you knew he couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to plead to you. But there was no use. Everything he thought of saying would do nothing.

He had to be okay with the story you convinced yourself happened.

It wasn’t long before you collected your crew as well. You couldn’t be here any longer.

You recollected the money you promised the town in the first place. You went into the Mayor’s office, waiting for him at his desk before dropping the money you promised.

“Uh- here… I’m sorry about the mess I brought. Take it to rebuild everything.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. You felt such guilt for causing another tragedy on the village.

“You know I can’t accept it.” His gaze softened, standing up to protest the money.

“Please- I’ve caused enough issues. Just let me do something nice…” You begged.

“Don’t say that. You defended yourself. That’s all… You’re not a bad kid…” Your lip quivered, wiping your eyes before tears could start.

All the years of the villagers never taking you in because of the fear they had of you. You were too bad to be let in their homes. To play with their kids. To be in their store. You were just a kid.

“You’ve done good. Don’t ever forget it… Now please.” You cut him off. “No- take it. And uh- here. I want my parents to get a nice gravestone. If you can work that out for me…” You handed over an expensive watch you knew could be sold for 435,000 berries. “I’ll get out of your hair now. Thank you.” “Visit again soon.” He requested before you headed out the door.

“I probably won’t.” You confessed before stepping out of the building. You made your way back onboard, setting sail for somewhere new.

notes: I'm so sleep deprived

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