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captainswanapproved · 2 years

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The Queen's Gambit- Chapter 6

A03, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Daemon x Rhaenyra Multi Chapter AU: Rhaenyra is now 18 and eager to prove herself. Having never been forced to marry Rhea Royce, Daemon has matured and given up his gallivanting through the Street of Silk. Queen Aemma survives her final birth but the baby does not.

Queen Aemma knows of Daemon’s devotion to Rhaenyra. She also knows that this devotion is not unrequited. Aemma goes to Viserys with a proposition: one that will ensure the future and legacy of House Targaryen.

King Viserys had always considered himself to be a patient man. Aemma was displeased with him, as was Rhaenyra. But his Hand assured him that they would soon come to accept his ruling.

Still, Viserys wished for the company of his beloved wife. His chambers felt empty without her. Aemma had chosen to retire to her own chambers the previous night.

The sun was rising, lighting the sky with beautiful colors. Viserys looked out the window wondering if the disposition of his family would be brighter today. He had no way of knowing that something unusual had occurred the night before.

When the peace in his chambers was interrupted by a harsh banging on the door, Viserys called for the person to enter.

Otto Hightower entered, his face pale. He barely took the time to bow before addressing him. “Pardon the early hour, Your Grace, but grave news from Flea Bottom was delivered with the dawn.”

“What is it?” Viserys asked, concerned by his Hand’s loss of composure.

“The Princess Rhaenyra was seen fucking Prince Daemon in a pleasure house. He has ruined her. This is made worse by the fact that my source of information overheard the Prince declare his intention to take the Princess to Dragonstone.”

Viserys was out of bed in an instant. “Who is your source of information? Tell me!” His voice was rough. Fear and anger gripped his heart. Daemon’s heart was as black as dragon glass. There was no telling what his beloved daughter had been made to endure.

“The White Worm. They have always been a reliable source of information. I must tell you, Your Grace, that according to the reports, the Princess was enjoying Daemon’s attentions, that she was happy to act as his whore.”

The foul appellation struck Viserys with force. “Surely, Otto I did not just hear you refer to my daughter as a whore.”

Otto averted his gaze. “I was only relaying the report I received, Your Grace. Of course Prince Daemon seduced her. She is blameless, but we cannot deny that her reputation has been tarnished. I have spoken to Gwayne and he has assured me that he will still wed her. But me must make haste and send the Kingsguard to Dragonstone. The princess must be recovered.”

Viserys glared at his Hand. “I will have the tongue of any man or woman who calls my daughter a whore.”

“You will find, your grace, that the story has been spread throughout King’s Landing. There may be many who speak about Rhaenyra in such a manner. All we can do is wed her to Gwayne and send her to Oldtown until the scandal settles.”

“I will not banish my own daughter. Consider your next suggestion very carefully, Hightower.”

Otto had the grace to look ashamed. “Forgive me, your grace. But it is the only way. We must preserve her reputation as best we can, though it may be hopeless if she becomes pregnant from this liaison. Prince Daemon, of course, should be put to the sword, or, if you do not have the stomach for it, sent to the Wall.”

It was too much affrontery. With the strength of a younger man, Viserys seized Otto’s neck and forced him against the wall. “First you suggest I banish my daughter. Now you have the gall to suggest I kill my own brother. No matter what he has done, I will not be a Kinslayer.”

“Of course not, Your Grace. Someone else will swing the sword. Had you acted sooner, we could have avoided this situation, but it is not too late to salvage the matter.”

Viserys released Otto. “Get out of my sight. You have disgraced yourself, Otto. I will send a raven to Dragonstone.”

“Your Grace—”

“Out, otherwise I may remove your pin and you will return to Oldtown in disgrace.”

Otto bowed low and slunk out of the room.

Without taking the time to dress, Viserys went to Aemma’s chambers. Rhaenyra’s infatuation and Daemon’s lust for power had gone too far. The advice of his Hand had been self-serving. Aemma would give him more clarity about what must be done.

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Aemma looked out at the sunrise, wondering if Rhaenyra was safely at Dragonstone. She had received word of their departure sometime in the middle of the night. She hoped that her daughter had enjoyed her taste of freedom.

She did not dwell on what might have happened in King’s Landing. What Daemon might have done to cause rumors to fly. But she was certain that Rhaenyra was safe and happy in the company of her uncle.

Aemma knew that they would soon receive a raven from Maester Gerardys declaring that they had married. Whatever guilt Aemma felt for deceiving her beloved husband was diminished by the prospect of her daughter’s future happiness. Not only would Daemon treat Rhaenyra as she deserved, but he would also strengthen her claim to the Iron Throne. Rhaenyra would need the support of a man such as Daemon, who was equally loved, reviled, and feared in court and King’s Landing.

Aemma nearly jumped out of her chair when the door of her chamber was unceremoniously flung open. Poor Viserys was as white as the Northern snows.

“Aemma, we must speak. It concerns Rhaenyra.”

Aemma’s gut clenched. Had the rumors already reached the Red Keep? “She is safe, my love.” Aemma was quick to assure him, knowing it to be true.

“She is far from safe. Her reputation is in ruins. My brother has seduced Rhaenyra, has taken her to Dragonstone. He must be gravely punished for this.”

Aemma took her husband’s hand and urged him to sit. He was trembling with anger, but she saw hurt in his eyes, and betrayal.

“What do you intend to do? And let me first remind you that Daemon is your blood and Rhaenyra is your heir. No matter what they have done, I know you love them.”

Viserys opened his mouth to argue. “Even Daemon. You have been led to believe that he has the blackest of souls by your Hand and various other councilors, but my love, he conquered the Stepstones for you. He defends you from those who would speak against you. He may be an agent of chaos, but he is a man of deep loyalty when it comes to family, and he has been devoted to our daughter for years. You only have to open your eyes to see it.”

“I cannot let this go unanswered, Aemma,” Viserys said. “I must act in the defense of our daughter’s honor.”

“Would you truly banish your own brother to the Wall? Or worse, put him to the sword?”

“What would you have me do?”

“You are the king. Your word is law. Circumvent the scandal and declare that you had a change of heart. Insist that you gave them your blessing to wed.”

Viserys scowled. “Daemon only wishes to wed Rhaenyra in hopes of one day claiming my throne.”

“In your heart, do you truly believe that. Or are you simply repeating the words of your advisors?”

Aemma could see the conflict warring on her husband’s face. She leaned in and kissed him. “Send a raven to Dragonstone. Or let us go ourselves and you will see with your own eyes the happiness you have denied them.”

“What makes you so certain Daemon is capable of making Rhaenyra happy? She is only a young girl. She has no way of knowing what will give her joy of a lasting nature. Daemon will lose interest, and her heart will be shattered.”

“Let us go to Dragonstone,” Aemma insisted. “You will see their devotion to one another with your very eyes. Perhaps it was wrong of them to disobey you, Your Grace, but let me ask you this. If I had suddenly been promised to another, would you have surrendered to duty, or would you have whisked me away?”

“It was different, Aemma. We were so young. I loved you from the day I met you in the Vale. I begged my lord father to make the match.”

“Has Rhaenyra not done the same? Yet you always have denied her. The Summer Prince would have gone to any lengths to ensure the happiness of his children. He believed you were in love, and you were but a child of three and ten when we met. Rhaenyra is a woman grown, and she knows her own heart.”

Viserys sighed. “If Rhaenyra is unhappy when we arrive at Dragonstone, as I suspect she will be, I will send Daemon to the Wall.”

Aemma kissed him. “You have a generous heart, my love. When we arrive at Dragonstone you will see what I have always seen.”

***

Rhaenyra and Daemon were married from Dragonstone at dusk, dressed in the ancestral garb of Old Valyria,

The maester recited the words of the ancient rite. Daemon cut Rhaenyra’s bottom lip with a piece of dragon glass. Then he cut his palm. Rhaenyra repeated the action. Daemon savored the sensation of the glass slicing through his lip.

With the blood, they painted the ancient symbols on their foreheads.

They joined hands, mixing their blood, and the maester bound their clasped hands. When the maester finished the words, he removed binding. Rhaenyra caressed Daemon’s cheek, her lovely amethyst eyes filled with adoration.

Daemon claimed her lips, savoring the taste of her blood. It ignited him. He buried one hand in her glorious tresses and pulled her close, pouring all the devotion he felt for her into the kiss. She responded in kind.

The maester cleared his throat, and the septon took his place.

They would need to be married in the light of the Seven to make it legal in Westeros, but the Valyrian ceremony was all that truly mattered to the new husband and wife.

They dutifully repeated the Westerosi vows. The septon and the maester bowed. Their dragons, soaring joyfully above them, roared their approval.

“Come with me, wife. There is much to be done,” Daemon said, enjoying the privilege of claiming her as his after the years of wanting her.

Rhaenyra grasped his hand in hers and allowed him to lead him not to their chambers, but to the painted table.

Daemon dismissed the guards, causing Rhaenyra to giggle. “What do you have planned for me, my lord husband?”

In answer, he kissed her. After a delicious moment, Rhaenyra attempted to remove her ceremonial garb. His beloved was bold, but he was intent on taking her in the ancient garments. He laid her against the stone table and rucked up the hem of the robe. She was gloriously bare beneath the heavy fabric. He was married to the future queen, and he intended to worship her.

He trailed kisses along one slender thigh. She spread her legs to grant him better access. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he took her bundle of nerves between his teeth, nipping it, and soothing with his tongue.

Rhaenyra moaned with pleasure and begged him to continue.

Daemon was happy to oblige.

He felt a wave of immense satisfaction when Rhaenyra found her release. Then he joined her on the table, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her hard. “Daemon, please,” she said breathlessly when he broke the kiss.

Never able to refuse her anything he buried himself to the hilt within her lovely body. He set a rigorous pace and he soon felt her clenching around him. Her cries of delight echoed in the cavernous chamber. There would be no doubt from anyone in Dragonstone that the marriage had been consummated.

He followed her over the edge, burying his face in her neck. They truly belonged to each other now, in the eyes of gods and men.

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Otto Hightower paced his chambers in the Tower of the Hand.

The king was preparing to leave for Dragonstone. In an uncharacteristic show of strength and decisiveness , Viserys had announced his intentions to the small council. He had not entertained Otto’s protests. Worse, Lord Beesbury, Lyonel Strong, and Corlys Velaryon declared their support for a match the Prince and Princess. Betrothing the princess to a son of a second son had been a waste. In their eyes, Daemon Targaryen was a true and strong warrior. They admitted that he may have ulterior motives but it did not change their belief that the match would strengthen Princess Rhaenyra’s claim. Only Grand Maester Mellos had taken Otto’s side.

Otto would punish his fellow council members if he ever got the opportunity.

Otto knew his position was precarious, his favor with the king gradually slipping away. He would send a raven to Dragonstone in the King’s name. A raven would travel more swiftly than a royal procession.

Otto knew that Daemon had no love for Princess Rhaenyra. Even as her husband, he would never sit the throne himself.

Otto simply had to make the Prince an offer he could not refuse.

#daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #my writing #HOTD The Queen's Gambit #Chapter 6 #Longest chapter yet #Poor Viserys is in deep denial #Otto is a scheming snake #Daemon and Rhaenyra are in love #All hail Queen Aemma #Captain of the daemyra ship

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blueathens · 1 year

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Act One - It’s Not Like The Movies

Criminal!Reader x Prince!Charles Leclerc Reader x Charles Leclerc AU! - Fantasy/Adventure/Influenced by Books/Movies/Fairytales/Disney

Features: Other Known People (Mason Mount, Ruben Dias, Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris etc (used all fictionally)) and self created characters too

Everyone is aged differently, and age-differences have been changed - follow the character profiles to understand more.

(Part of my Charles Universe)

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synopsis ⇢ In an alternative universe there’s a world where a prince falls for a criminal in a world so different from ours. It’s a story to be told to the (older) kids who were raised on fairytales and dreams of living in a different world. To the ones who thought it was wrong to dream of another place. To the readers who look up at the stars and wish.

This is for the ones who dream.

Prince Charles Leclerc of Eynsworth Castle, the second born to the King and Queen of England (very different to our world). Focusing on training with his countries army, Lorenzo stepped down from being next in line to the throne and handed it over to Charles who very happily accepted on being the new king when his father passes who steps down from being king. Their family was the most known and loved family of the world, all very happy with the decision of Charles being next in line when he reached the age of fourteen.

Charles Leclerc is a good person, and he’s kind, but he certainly wasn’t prepared when an arrow nearly hit him by the well known ‘Robin Hood.’ She was the lost child of the streets, no home, no family to go back to, nothing but a dragon’s heart and friends of all kinds.

She stole from the rich and gave to the poor, she was the face drawn on many wanted posters as she played up to her ‘criminal’ acts, dodging guards and hiding from those who wanted her blood. Y/n L/n is a good person though, and she’s kind, but she certainty was caught when she shot the arrow...

main genres ⇢ alternative universe, found family, mythical creatures au, mutual pinning, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends, platonic love, strangers to enemies, friends to lovers, arranged marriage (unrequited love), right person but wrong timing, childhood enemies to friends, soulmates, opposites attract, lovers in denial, criminal x prince, fight to get back to you, secret relationship

↳ fluff, angst and smut are all included into this series

warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, mature themes, strong language, death (including main characters, side character, minor characters), mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking,

↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings though fit into the series.

note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not been decided yet or what time it will come out on those days. Those will sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this will get me out of my many months worth of writes block :)

↳ to be informed when there’s an update, you can either turn @blueathens notifications on, or ask to be added to the series’ masterlist.

status ⇢ planning and writing

act one blurb ⇢ The hatred begins in the teens, one hating the other more whilst the other only holds hatred due to their families beliefs, but it shortly fades away and leaving the mutual enemy relation to just one-sided.

o. teaser

i. chapter one: once upon a time

ii. chapter two: father knows best - arriving soon-

iii. chapter three: one jump ahead - arriving soon-

iv. chapter four: all hail prince arthur - arriving soon-

v. chapter five: under the pale moon -arriving soon-

vi. chapter six: the witches - arriving soon-

vii. chapter seven: all hail prince charles -arriving soon-

viii. chapter eight: taxes -arriving soon-

ix. chapter nine: i just can’t wait to be king -arriving soon-

x. chapter ten: aramore -arriving soon-

xi. chapter eleven: poor cindy -arriving soon-

xii. chapter twelve: king of hearts -arriving soon-

xiii. chapter thirteen: gaston -arriving soon-

xiv. chapter fourteen: the pied piper -arriving soon-

xv. chapter fifteen: little john -arriving soon-

xvi. chapter sixteen: loves me, loves me not -arriving soon-

xvii. chapter seventeen: i have a dream -arriving soon-

xviii. chapter eighteen: part of your world -arriving soon-

xix. chapter nineteen: down goes aramore -arriving soon-

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scoops404 · 5 months

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HI HELLO i just finished just one touch AND OMGG i wanna apologize first of all! I assumed georges realization towards ciera was about him being gay but hes DEMI!!! Im sorry!! And fuck your george characterisation is so beautiful i just wanted to squish him so bad in this fic he was so baba,,,his past with his friends and his encounter at the club was pretty hard to read it was so fkn heartbreaking :((

and his slow realization, his denial and then his journey to discover himself was BEAUTIFUL thank GOD for ciera all hail the queen!!

Dream was so beautifully needy and so fkn in live with george im shocked he only realized after dream told him like baby boy ur beautiful but so dumb😭😭 but so is dream because george was SO jealous fml they're idiots took like 30 years of my life (also RIP sapnap and his poor stream love how it never came up again😭) Thank you again for writing this!! It was a beautiful read and i cant wait for monday!!!

Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoyed Just One Touch!! You were supposed to be confused about his realization because he was too. It was a journey for him and a journey for the readers 💜

Yeah I really put George through it in this fic but he had his Dream lol. Dream was trying soooo so hard not to push George and give him space and it was like the hardest thing he’s ever done when he wants to just skip to them being in love 🥰

I’m glad you liked Ciera! I didn’t want people to hate her just because she was standing between them.

Honestly poor Sapnap the shining star of this fic and he’s been to the depths of DNF hell. Bless him. Trust me he had a conversation with Dream and George later when they settled into themselves

Thanks for reading and telling me your thoughts 🫂💜

#just one touch

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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We’ll also Sit there, One Day.

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Just Hails <3 [@fishnets-fingers series: Six Months' characters: Harry (MMC) and Layla (FMC)]

Word Count- 1.9k

Warnings- Tooth rotting fluff and nothing else.

A/N- @fishnets-fingers HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN!! I HOPE THAT YOU LIKE THIS <3

Also, majority of the credits go to @eloquentree for helping me out with this fic. It was so shitty but she's the one who turned it into something readable with her pretty writing style and ideas <3

The sun was streaming when he woke up and despite it irritating him, he felt content because of the person he was lying next to.

Turning around to face her, his arm went over her stomach and snaked around her waist. With a strong tug, he pulled her towards with ease, sighing as she curled further into him. A warm smile pulled up on his face as he shifted a little for her to be more comfortable, laughing slightly when she whined at the loss of contact for a nanosecond.

"Why are you so bloody cold?" he asked her, voice muffled as he dug his face into the pillow. A weak chuckle escaped past his lips again when she muttered absolute rubbish, probably cursing him out for a reason he had yet to know. Pulling away from her slightly, he adjusted a little so that the side of his head was in his palm while his elbow rested on the pillow. Tracing the side of her face, he asked her to repeat in his groggy voice.

"Ah c'mon— I said the blanket fell off!" She exclaimed, cuddling furthermore into his side to not let any warmth not be absorbed by her.

Harry raised his head a little to see the blanket had indeed fallen down from her side of the bed. Groaning slightly as he tried to pick it up, he was back in place when she groaned under half his weight on her body.

"Any plans of getting out of bed today? Hmm?" He asked as he ran his hand through her hair, pulling her as close to him as possible.

"When do you ever want to?" He teased when she hummed in denial, making her shove his chest slightly, her eyes opening slightly to glare at him half-heartedly.

"Go back to sleep, Satan," Layla grumbled— clearly giving away that she's dead serious and meant what she said. Chuckling, he squishes her cheeks, kissing her pout lightly— also almost getting smacked for that.

"Can't do that Lails. Do you not remember about the ceremony?" He asks her alongside cautiously teasing her, knowing very well she doesn't remember her own name when she's half awake.

But this? Oh, this caused her eyes to snap open, horror painting her face as she faced him completely- eyes wide and movements frantic.

"Holy shit, Harry- get the fuck up. We're gonna be late!" She exclaimed while panicking, throwing the blanket off of her body and rummaging around to find her slippers.

As soon as the slippers were found, she made a run for the bathroom— almost slipping on the rug that decorated the room, making harry yell at her to be more careful. Shouting for him to 'get the fuck up' once more, she slammed the door and harry could hear her working around inside.

One might say that she's being a little too dramatic for panicking so bad, but seriously in her defense, it's all for the good. She'll have to take a long shower to rub soap all over her body and wash her hair and then dry it which takes her forever; all of that after brushing her teeth perfectly and before she even sits down to do her makeup—trust her when she says that her brows are a bitch, or maybe her hands are. So, it was a safe bet to say that she needed time if she was planning on making it to the ceremony.

After taking a shower, time seemed to pass in a blur and all Layla could remember was yelling at Harry to get ready, doing her makeup, yelling at Harry, styling her outfit, yelling at Harry, making it down the lobby and yelling at Harry once again.

After making it to the safety of their car, she sighed and faced him, her face twisting into a frown.

"One of these days, I'll break the sound barrier," Layla grumbled, fastening her seatbelt and staring right ahead.

"I, wholeheartedly believe you can do that," Harry mused, looking at her with a shit-eating grin that had her glaring at him while backing out of the garage.

"Focus on the road, please," she requested, turning away to see the scenery pass her by as the car drove to the venue.

"Whatever you say, love," Harry flashed her a smile before turning back and focusing on driving. A minute passed before Harry felt a hand intertwine with his. He didn't have to look at her to know that she wasn't mad at him and sighed, placing a featherlight kiss on the back of it.

Almost an hour passed before Harry pulled up to the venue and the couple got out, walking towards where the rest of the family and hamish crowd was.

“What’s the ceremony called again?” Harry asked for the fifth time since they have arrived. He knows he’s getting himself worked up for no reason at all, he knows everyone here and vice versa but still, what if someone asked him something he doesn’t know? They’d definitely think he doesn’t know anything about their culture and wouldn’t support Layla if she were to say yes for marrying him.

Layla sighed and intertwined her hand with his once again and started walking, bumping her shoulder with his every once in a while, as he walked right beside her.

"It’s called ‘panda kaal muhurtham'. In South-Indian culture, once the wedding is finalized, the bride and the groom’s families offer their prayers to their deity and seek blessings for a successful marriage and protection of the couple,'' she looked at him and continued. “It’s usually held the day before the wedding."

By the way she didn't try to calm him down tells him that she's just as nervous as him and is planning onto getting everything perfectly right- and he'll make sure that it goes just like that.

His mouth formed an ‘oh’ and before he could add anything else, her name was called from behind, asking to come inside before informing her that the ceremony had begun.

Both of them inhaled and exhaled deeply together and made eye contact, smiling afterwards and leaned in to share a short but sweet kiss. Layla swayed their interlocked hands back and forth and continued with the walk leading to the interior of the temple, with Harry on her right side.

A divine and strong fragrance of multiple incense sticks filled their nostrils as they stopped right under the hanging bells, having a perfect view of the bride and the groom from there itself... well yes, Layla did struggle a bit, but Harry exchanged spots so that she can see better while still beside him.

The older ladies situated themselves at the front as the priest started with some small chants.

With every chant ending, the couple were asked to throw a mixture of camphor and such materials to support the small fire in continuing its burning. With each bit of it being thrown in the burning wood which had been wettened by ghee to light up a fire easily, the burning sensation in everyone’s eyes also increased.

The priest announced the start of the aarti, making everyone inside stand up and shuffle a little closer. They let the professional start and joined him slowly and slowly, the sound of them singing echoing inside while the ones who were towards the exit also gathered up to create some warmth when a cold breeze flew across.

Harry carefully listened and just prayed for the couple in his own language and absent-mindedly leaned a little to his side as to focus on Layla’s voice more than on others.

It might not be the best sound he had heard, but it's his favourite and comfort.

Slowly, his mind wandered back to the day he had seen her dancing while cleaning, listening to a song in a language he wasn't very aware of. He remembered standing there and watching her through the window, feeling like joining her— even if it meant he'd have to clean with her.

He slightly remembered the tune of the song and as he tries to catch up with it, something doesn't fit right. There are two tunes clashing with each other, making him jump when he opens his eyes to the clanging sound of bells. The aarti was over now and there were a few people who were standing in a crew to ring the bell.

A smile stretches out on his plump lips when he sees a frustrated kid jumping and trying to reach the bell, getting chirpy again as his mum picks him up to help him.

"Seems like you gave many blessings, eh?" Layla asked as she dumped some cut up fruits into his palm, mumbling 'prashad' when his facials showed doubt about it.

He smiled at her, slightly embarrassed of the fact that he got a little carried away. "You look beautiful today, did I tell you that?"

"About a hundred times, yeah," she answers, faking a nonchalant behaviour.

Fixing a pointed look at her, he bumps her hip with his.

"Doesn't give you the pass to not appreciate it when i say it for the hundred and one-th time, though," he managed to let out with a mouthful of juicy fruits.

People started scattering away and the weather seemed to be getting windier and colder. It might rain or storm, he heard someone say from behind.

"Harry? Why don't you come back to our house and have lunch there only?" Layla's dad asks, placing his hand on his shoulders to turn him around and walk with him.

"oh— uh I'd really appreciate that, sir," Harry stuttered and he hates himself for that. "I also really like your footwear, by the way— I was searching out for a chance to get to you and say that."

It seemed like he hit the spot because the man let out a hearty laugh, which was quite loud but still ...disciplined. "Thank you, child. They are very old now, but I love them just the same. My wife gifted it to me many-many years back... I'm surprised they even fit now," he ended with a hoarse chuckle.

"Appa! Do you have any idea what's cooked for breakfast back at home?" Layla came running from behind- someone probably asked her to do this as there are two-three of her cousins who seem quite nervous for some reason, which surprises Harry as he has always seen them confident and chirpy. They still looked chirpy, but an essence of nervousness didn't go un-read by his eyes. "I'm really hungry!" She continued.

The old yet handsome man beside Harry cleared his throat, stopping to turn around only to tell her 'no' with a smile on his face and watch her whine.

Harry was grateful for her arrival though, because with a pat to his shoulders, he left him with his niece and nephews.

"Hey, Lails?" He asked for her attention after making sure no one but them was lingering around.

"Yep?"

"We'll also sit there one day," he tells her while a shy smile lays out slowly on his pink lips.

Although harry didn't specify where, Layla immediately knew. She looked around to see if anyone stuck around, just to double check and on finding the area empty of eyes, immediately locked her arms around his neck to pull him down.

The moment their lips connected it was as if that's the only place their lips are supposed to be, that's their only destination- on each other's lips.

It was as if in that very moment, it got locked in their destinies that their knots will be tied with each other only.

THANK YOU FOR READING THIS HEHEH NOW GO AND READ SIX MONTHS BY @fishnets-fingers <33333

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles ff #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x OC #harry styles x indian!oc #harry styles x indian!y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #camboy!harry

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chewingonsneakers · 2 months

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some songs i think should be on aftg playlists more often (and are on mine) — or im just fucking blind it could be either

Pt. Five — ANDRIEL EDITION (+ A SUPER SPECIAL KEVIN DAY CAMEO)

- No Strings Attached by Backseat Vagabond (the vibes are not very on top with the two but i can’t help but be reminded of them strongly when i hear this song. esp with the progression of hate and denial to open attraction and romantic feelings, even if it’s not as obvious as in the song)

- blue bones (deathwish) by Billy Nomates (Andrew letting Neil help him, Neil letting Andrew keep him alive)

- Book Of Revelation by The Drums (just,, the lyrics. Andrew making sure Neil never sees himself as his father or Nathaniel. sweet.)

- Waste by Foster The People (IDK MAN. just some Andriel feels ngl. we all know Andrew would drop everything to take Neil on a long drive to nowhere to clear his head when it’s not a good day.)

- Swervin by Harlem (PLEASE look at the lyrics i am begging. so many connections.)

- Violence by TENDER (hmmm eyefucking at Eden’s hmmmmm what did you say? also please listen to this band they deserve love i adore their songs)

- i wanna die by Nessa Barret (Andrew being a lustful little disaster for a dumb fucking martyr.)

AAAND FINALLY

- Out Of Mind by The Cure (idk how to explain it at all but this is what Kevin Day’s PTSD sounds like to me. all hail The Queen.)

#aftg andreil #aftg kevin

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warishaaa · 1 year

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Everything has always been like purple skies, old odes, healing ale, a refrigerator full of chocolates, cinnamon rolls, ginger biscuits, a pocket full of smiles, bedtime stories where the fairy removes all misery with a magic wand, flowery memory lanes, small parks, magical sunsets, high swing sets under grey clouds smelling of fresh tea and snacks, evenly spread butter sandwiches, photo albums smelling of tears and laughter, Hot soups and whimsical lines of your favorite artists, Sunday outings, strawberry ice creams after every dentist visit, wiping the extra food off my mouth, warming my hands before leaving for school, shopping for school uniform every year, and stories of my first word, first walk, first day at school, the first letter I wrote, how it wasn't an A but an O.

How life doesn't come a full circle because the list of firsts ends, at the first time getting touched on a bright sunny afternoon after school with my body going numb, the first pair of familiar eyes staring down at my breasts that hadn't even grown, the first time my heart breaks over a crispy smiled- gorgeous boy, the first time of feeling the world isn't a land of mystery solving which leads to another until you find the palace meant for you because you are born a princess, first time realizing you can't be a princess because your parents are not king and queen and all the dynasties have been turned to dust and that's fine because you don't need a palace, when you grow up home is all that you crave and the first time realizing Santa can not fulfill your wish of not being so scared, and lonely because he isn't fucking real.

Life has always been your way to you, You were trying so hard to stitch a perfect story for yourself, for us, that you made a new family in denial. You abandoned us trying to look after us. Maybe you were trying to escape this hideous hole that has been growing ever since you were a kid which has attached its part to me in your womb. You don't get it, we are born with a black hole on our chins that inertly spreads and that's okay, No amount of love-filled carcass of words can change its identity,and I would do fine without cotton candies disappearing as soon as it touches the inside of my mouth, I won't ask where they went anymore like I didn't ask where those people went from my past. Watching people disappear is the only magic we get in this lifetime.

You say girls like me are made of fire and grit, meant to conquer and sail through storms but Ma, girls like me fall apart at the first sound of hail and search for love like it's the most important document they lost beforean important day, You tell me I have steel for feet that can walk through an apocalypse after making sure I walked on silk carpet as a toddler, and I look down and find neither. "Girls like me don't waste time on boys, girls like me know how to talk, girls like come straight from god's favorite garden," But Ma, girls like me have cried an ocean over soft-spoken boys, girls like me have killed their voice, girls like me are born of war and blood.Girls like me don't aim for stars but starve for a hand to guide us out from the hollow consuming darkness of our minds, Girls like me don't sing because our throat is filled with this liquid that spits sorrow.

You hear birds chirping at dawn and know it's fajr how could you never hear my muffled squeak or you tried to hide it in with a pair of extra dangling earrings, the stones in it shining as bright as the venus in a clear sky? You congratulate my heartache and call my cowardice brave, that sometimes it's brave to be a coward if it saves me and I don't know what you mean by it but more than that you don't know what you mean. When I asked, you you said you don't understand heartbreaks but I have seen your heart ache for seven thousand two hundred fifty-six days of my existence. Your happy stories are saddest to me because in them I find a tiring effort of breathing a delusion. I carried my most painful collection of peoms like if it slips and finds you, you would be devastated but when i let it out you heard like a distracted twelve year old because you didn't want to lift it's weight. You want the pain to be over without the suffering.

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diannabridden · 4 years

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❤ ღ

❤ … how many people they’ve ever loved?

(Oh, this really depends on the au, but generally in each one she is either in love with that ship or she hasn’t been in love yet. If you know anything about Di, you know she has to fall into love kicking and biting until she eventually admits it.)

ღ … how many people they’ve slept with?

(HAHAHA. Okay, again this one depends on the au too because she has made some progress with a few ships, but if we are talking about just starting fresh with a new au and everything, it’s two people. She will say one and a half because five whole seconds with a drunk eager scout just doesn’t count to her, and she would honestly like to just fucking forget it happened.)

#anon ask #I answered because we wouldn't get anywhere if she did #She is the #Queen of denial #all hail the queen

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littlefreya · 2 years

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I posted 16,748 times in 2021

5548 posts created (33%)

11200 posts reblogged (67%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 2.0 posts.

I added 11,157 tags in 2021

#ask freya - 3458 posts

#comment reply - 2547 posts

#henry cavill - 1769 posts

#anon asks - 879 posts

#august walker - 716 posts

#love - 452 posts

#captain syverson - 417 posts

#tag squad reblog - 363 posts

#all hail the queue - 308 posts

#story reblog - 248 posts

Longest Tag: 127 characters

#i handle terribly with rejection but i need to learn to accept that our friendship is not based on your liking the shit i write

My Top Posts in 2021

Stronghold

Summary: Henry asks you to keep him warm while he is playing his new video game.

Prompt:

It's been snowing here in the UK, now all I can think about is cockwarming daddy, while he's playing Cyberpunk ...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Word count: 752

Warnings: 18+, RPF, smut, a graphic depiction of penis in vagina, cockwarming.

Title: Stronghold

Snow piled outside your window like teeny mountains of sugar, the glass turning milky as a sheen layer of frost covered the exterior. Winter was a beautiful, cruel queen - deadly for those who came too close yet a gratifying visage to the causal voyeur.

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2221 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 19:52:59 GMT

Undercover

Prompt:

How do you Henry would react if *said person* blurts out "Oh Geralt" or "oh yes August" or "yeah Clark" (or any other character he played) while having sex with him? 😂

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Words: 773

Warning: 18+, RPF, graphic, dirty, rough sex, role play, creampie, some fluff.

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2269 notes • Posted 2021-02-11 13:45:51 GMT

Feral Collision - Part Two

Summary: After retiring from the military, Syverson began working as a university football coach.One wild night led to a passionate collision and while you vowed this could never happen, the Coach won’t leave your mind. There’s only one way to get rid of an itch... (Read Part One)

Pairing: Coach!Syverson x Reader.

Word count: 4K

Warnings: 18+, smut, age-gap (reader is over 18), inappropriate relationship, maleDom, manhandling, jealousy, possessive behaviour, mouth covering, public outdoor sex, oral sex (female receiving), some denial, unprotected sex, hyperspermia (I went there), creampie, loads of dirty talk, mentions of alcohol.

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2279 notes • Posted 2021-03-04 18:55:41 GMT

Blue

Prompt: Hi, I came across your posts about Henry's gray hair (somehow that makes him more 🔥🔥🥵🥵) Anyway, I was thinking of a prompt where Henry's babygirl calls him "old" after he goes a little soft on her and Henry shows her what her "old" daddy can do🙈🙈...just saying, if you ever wish to write!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Female Reader (no description of race or body type).

Word count: 964

Warnings: 18+, RPF, boat sex, slight oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, soft sex turns rough, doggy style, a bit of Male!Dom vibes, slight ass smacking and pussy spanking, creampie. No daddy kink in this one, decided to go without it.

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Look, it’s not that complicated. If a hot villain offers me to be his dark queen and rule the world together I won’t even question it.

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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submissive-slaveboi · 3 years

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It has only been 11 days since i talked to Queen Katerina first time and in that time She has taken complete control over me. She has teached me Proper Thinking and made my life so much easier She makes the decisions and i only need to Obey. I will gladly suffer in Chastity and Denial for her pleasure as long as She wants because there is nothing i can do to thank her enough of what she has done for me.

Thank you my Queen for letting me Serve and Worship you. You own me and i'm yours to do as you wish.

All hail Queen Katerina the Kind and Merciful

@kat-qk @qkplayground

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polaris13 · 3 years

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KANG SOL A AND SEVEN DWARVES

Hi, it's me again, grammar still not my friend. I don't know what i write and why suddenly it turn into humor. 😂😂

Summary : Loosely based on Snow white, with Kang Sol A as Snow White, Han Joon-Hwi as prince, Assemblyman Ko as Evil Queen (or King in this case), Feat study group and duo prof as dwarves

Once upon a time, in an enchanted kingdom. There was a beautiful princess with skin as white as snow and hair as black as- wait a minute it's not black, it's brown. Her name is Snow white (she doesn't like that name). Snow white or more known as Kang Sol never knew her father cause he died or something. Then, her mother, the queen married a new man but he died too. The only good thing that come from it is her sister, Kang Byeol. After that, her mother remarried to a powerful man, a king from another kingdom. Ko Hyeoung-Su is his name. The King rumored to practiced dark magic and owned a magic miror, of which he would daily ask,

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most powerful of them all?"

"It's you my king, the most powerful of them all," the mirror would answer nothing but the truth.

It's pleased the king to hear that answer. That happen for years until one day the mirror say different answer.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most powerful of them all?"

"It's true, you, my king are powerful. But kang Sol even more powerful than you."

The King flew into rage and ordered his huntsman to kill kang sol in the woods. The huntsman then took a tied Sol to the woods. Sol of course wouldn't give up that easy. She already prepared a knife that tied to her thighs under her dress and her hand already busy trying to cut the rope with her hairpin. What she's didn't expect is for the huntsman to cut the rope, setting her free. Now, the huntsman is not always a huntsman. He was actually a prince from where the king hailed, the kingdom that the king took over after killing the huntsman uncle. His name is Han Joon-Hwi and he want justice for his uncle.

So, began a journey of Sol and Joon-Hwi to overthrow the king. They of course don't know where to start. Because as smart as Joon-Hwi and as gutsy as Sol is, they still need a plan. Fate seem to favor them cause not long after they're journey they stumble upon the dwarves. There is seven of them, Doc Yangcrates, Dopey Bok-Gi, Sleepy Ye-Beom, grumpy Ji-Ho, Sneezy Sol B, Happy Kim and Bashful Ye-Seul. The seven dwarves that seem to have a plan. Sol don't know why they don't do it from a long time ago. Maybe they needed Sol and Joon-Hwi as much they neeed them.

Now, working with them inside their hut make her feel that she finally have friends that will stick with her in joy and sorrow.

The King who knows that the huntsman betrayed him flew again into rage. All rational thought left him. So he took the queen and Byeol as a bait for Sol.

In the middle of the woods, the King shout in rage and called out for Sol.

"Sol, come out. I have your mother and sister. I will kill them if you don't come out."

Sol, who's hearing it immediately went to meet the king. But before that, she's got impromptu lecture from Doc Yangcrates and blessing from six dwarves. And Joon-Hwi of course going with her.

"We are in this together right?" he said.

The King with his red face keep spewing threat until he sees her.

"Kang Sol, finally. How could you be more powerful than me, you frail girl. Now, eat this poisonous apple or your mother and sister die,"

"Fine," she said and take the apple.

"No, don't do that Sol," Joon-Hwi plead to her.

"No, it's must be done Hwi, I'm sorry. Please keep fighting even after I'm gone," and with that she bite the apple (honestly it's taste good, at least she doesn't die with bitter mouth).

As soon as she bite the apple, her skin turn pale, her lips turn blue and everything went black for her. Joon-Hwi could be seen cradling her head with tears streaming down his face.

"Please don't leave me Sol." He said.

The King feel so happy at the moment and he command his knight to bring his magic mirror.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most powerful of them all?"

"It's true, you, my king are powerful. But kang Sol even more powerful than you."

"How, but she's dead." the king said and in his rage throw his sword to the mirror.

The surprising thing is the mirror doesn't shatter, instead in turn into a man known as Yoo Seung-Jae, the wizard.

"Ah, finally I'm out. You know King, why you're not the most powerful of all. It's because you powerful for yourself not for anyone else. But that girl powerful not for her sake but for everyone, for her mother, sister, friend, and the people who believing her. That's why you lose King,"

"But, she's dead" the king still in denial.

"Ah sorry, I forgot. Hey prince, please kiss her. After all, true love kiss conquer all, even dead," Seung-Jae said.

Hearing that, Joon-Hwi immediately kissing Sol. At first, nothing happened. Then there is a white glow that encompass them and Sol suddenly gasp and start responding to his kiss.

"Sol," he said in amazement.

"Hey, I'm not dead after all" she replied.

Then he kissing her again. Sol of course responding in kind.

While they are at it, the wizard, Seung-Jae began to choose a punishment for the king.

"Okay, now I cursed you to be a frog forever and no one could break it." (not that anyone would) Then the king turn into a frog.

Sol, surrounded by her love (Joon-Hwi), her family (mom and byeol), her friend (the seven dwarves), and her new best friend (Seung-Jae) finally took back her kingdom. And they lived happily ever after.

The end

#solhwi #snow white #jtbc law school #I don't know what i write #Inspired by certain photo of someone #attempt at humor

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1eos · 3 years

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I'm alive... Does that count? 🤣 But 2 weeks of working miles from home in hotels with the worst wifi known to mankind (oh yeah, I went full 1st world problem and I missed like alll the stuff for a group you don't care about too which I was a little sad about but, we didn't go full Karen cause who actually does that?!)

How are you though??? I am sincerely flattered you missed me though like full on "miss Kendra missed my milkybar ass!" LOL I hope everything is good and its like hardly any time til Leo comes back and clowns us for months by not releasing any music he's clearly been working on 😭

Anyhoo, love you lots and all hail Queen Kendra!!!! 💜

fuyfujjfytdfyfuyff SHUT UP U DONT HAVE TO MENTION LEO SITTING ON THE MUSIC HES HOT😭😭😭😭😭😭 i know he’s not play games w us but i wanna live in denial. but 2 weeks working that hard 😳 u are stronger nd more graceful than me. i complain after 30 minutes of being inconvienced. nd ofc i miss all my mutuals! even if we don’t talk a lot i still enjoy seeing everyone around talking abt the things i have no understanding of 😌 oh and ive been well just been trying to make money to feed my never ending desire for snacks!

#honestly after 2 days w spotty internet i wouldve gone all the shining #>:( i need to see my tumblrinas! nd watch my yt videos!

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ryuuzizii · 5 years

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Best moments of Endgame

Tony and Nebula bonding

Steven being the first one to run up to Tony when he exited the spaceship

Rocket’s and Nebula’s little bonding moment

THAT RAT. It’s just funny how the entire plan hinged on a rat pressing the right buttons

Steve: “So a time machine?” Scot: “No! Not a time machine…. Yeah a time machine.”

CAROL’S NEW HAIRCUT AFTER THAT TIME SKIP

NATASHA’S NEW RED AND BLONDE HAIR AFTER THAT TIME SKIP

Morgan crawling into Tony’s arm and Tony going “I’m saved”

TONY GIVING STEVE THE SHIELD AND “keep it quiet I didn’t get one for the entire team”

Bruce: “It’s time travel!” Steve: *looks at him and shakes his head*

“What’s up regular-sized man”

“THAT IS AMERICA’S ASS” and that entire scene pertaining to it

“Hail Hydra” because my boi Steve is a strategist

“I could do this all day.” “Yeah I know.”

Steve and Tony talking about Hanks and Howard and instantly knowing what the other is thinking and Scott standing there like a lost kid

“Do you trust me?” “I do”

STEVE USING MJOLNIR

THOR GOING “I KNEW IT” SO HAPPILY WHEN STEVE USED MJOLNIR

THAT ONE SHOT OF STEVE READY TO GO UP ALONE AGAINST THANOS AND HIS ENTIRE ARMY

“ON YOUR LEFT”

THAT ENTIRE SCENE OF EVERYONE COMING THROUGH STRANGE’S PORTAL TO STAND AGAINST THANOS TOGETHER

“AVENGERS… ASSEMBLE”

CAROL’S ENTRANCE AND HER FIGHT AGAINST THANOS

Steve calling Peter “Queens”

Peter: “Hi, I’m Peter Parker” Carol: “Hello Peter Park. You got something for me?”

THAT ENTIRE SHOT OF PASS-THE-GAUNTLET THROUGH THE BATTLEFIELD

CAROL HAVING THE INFINITY GAUNTLET 2.0 AND THE ENTIRE WOMEN OF MARVEL COMING UP TO HAVE HER BACK

“I am Iron Man”

Moments of Endgame that gutted me:

THE OLD MARVEL LOGO COMING UP

Tony’s “I lost the kid” to Steve

Tony’s “I needed you” speech to Steve (they honestly sounded like a divorce couple), and Steve just standing there and taking it

TONY RIPPING OUT HIS ARC REACTOR AND SHOVING IT INTO STEVE’S HANDS

Thor cutting off Thanos’s head and his expression when he said “I went for the head”

The movie did Thor’s character development and portrayal of depression dirty

NATASHA AND CLINT FIGHTING OVER WHO DIES

The platonic forehead-to-forehead touch of my favorite assassin couple because we need platonic friendships between males and females representation okay (just coz I'm friends with a guy does not mean that I wanna fk him)

Natasha’s “it’s okay”

How wrecked Clint looked while grasping the soul stone

How wrecked the team was after Natasha’s death and omg Thor’s denial

THAT ENTIRE SCENE OF TONY DYING: TONY’S “PEP…”, PETER’S “NONONO MR STARK”, PEPPER’S “YOU CAN REST” AND STEVE CRYING

“I love you 3000”

The funeral scene (IDK I was crying since his death and didn’t stop till the movie ended)

Harley being at the funeral

Bucky knowing that Steve wasn’t coming back

THE OG6 END CREDITS

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fatefulfaerie · 4 years

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True Love

Yes, it’s a trope and yes, I’m a sucker for it.

Incarnation: Breath of the Wild

“Again! Again! Again!” Zelda exclaimed, the little princess bounding up and down.

“Again?” The queen asked, a gentle smile adoring her daughter.

“All right,” she said with a chuckle, her eyes drifting back down to the open book she held. She flipped a gathering of pages so that the first words of the tale were before her. “Once upon a time—”

“No!” Insisted the young princess, the queen amused as the little girl crawled into her mothers lap.

“Just the end!” Zelda said as she flipped the pages herself, them being so large in comparison to her that it was like digging in a patch of dirt. Her mother’s laugh was a joyous sound she took for granted.

Zelda’s small, fragile hands spread open the page she wanted with a smile of satisfaction.

“Here!” She said, looking up at her mom with large, green eyes.

Her mother pulled her in close, allowing the girl aged five years to snuggle into her mother’s chest.

“The knight rode fast and hard on his horse,” the queen started. “Come rain or snow, come lightning, come hail, come sun or storm, nothing would stop him. He whipped the reigns with a ferocious determination, sacrificing just a little bit his respect for the horse’s fatigue in order to hurry along his journey. The wind whipped in his hair and his holler was lost to those winds. Only one thing would stop him as he rode faster than the birds flew.”

“He entered the forest clearing,” she continued after turning the page, “blasting past the brush and soon spotting a flat altar. His heart swung as he very nearly leapt off his horse, pacing towards the woman on the altar with a great haste. She lay lifeless on her back, her flowing white dress spilling off the edges of the altar. Her hands were crossed at her chest, where a bouquet of silent princesses glowed bright with a blue transcendence. The moon was high, the stars were aplenty, and so these silent princesses shone, reflecting the moonlight and capturing the magic in its beauty. To the approaching knight, however, no flower could shine as bright as the princess before his eyes, the silent, sleeping princess that captured his heart and stole his common sense, as any woman should. He loved her. Deeply, ardently, loved her. And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess. Her smile shone with the light of a thousand suns as she sat up. Their eyes met and they knew they would live happily ever after.”

The queen looked to her daughter, who was studying the words in a contemplative way that she absolutely adored.

“Mother?” She asked.

“Yes, little bird,” the queen said with a smile.

“Do you have true love?” The little girl asked. Her mother pulled a strand of blonde hair from her small face.

“Your father and I love each other very much,” the queen said. “And we love you more than anything. In the way that our love is no lie, yes you could call our love true.”

“Will I have true love?” Zelda asked, to which the queen took a pause.

It wasn’t likely. The queen knew that, like her, her daughter would undergo courting, would have a predetermined group of suitors and, if she’s lucky, a choice between them. Even her experience with the king was a love that didn’t exist until after marriage, that grew with familiarity but was still rampant with the formality she was bred for. It wasn’t until the birth of their daughter where she felt love, simply because of how much they loved the tiny bundle in their arms.

The reason why true love was so powerful in those stories was because it was rare. The queen knew she didn’t have it and could only wish the fairytale for her daughter.

“Yes,” the queen said. “I’m sure you will. But for now, my little princess, it’s time for you to go to sleep.”

“Can I imagine a knight will wake me up?” Zelda asked as her mother carried her to her bed.

“You can imagine all you like,” the queen said, gently laying her down and allowing her to curl up in her own blankets. Her mother knelt at her bedside. “But remember sometimes the princesses have to save themselves.”

“I remember,” Zelda said, with that little voice that warmed the queen’s heart.

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“I remember,” Zelda whispered. The caves didn’t echo her words as she fiddled with her mother’s necklace.

She sat upon a rock, her gaze unfocused as she thought of her mother, her smile, her laugh, the way she told stories.

Zelda smoothed with her fingers the singular white pearl that looped around her neck with a silver chain.

When her mother passed away, Zelda remembered sneaking into her parents’ chambers to look for her, perhaps not quite understanding what tall adults had told her earlier that day.

The room was dark and her father was asleep. With tiny arms she peered over the edge of the bed but only her father lay resting. Her face twisted in contemplation and she figured she would see her mother tomorrow. The little princess saw her mother’s necklace gleaming on the vanity on her way out. The princess worried that it was out of place, that it wasn’t around her mother’s elegant neck and that she would give it to her tomorrow to set things right.

Instead, she ended up having to keep it.

Zelda tucked the necklace back under her blouse, feeling the cold shock of it against her skin wearing off quickly.

Shaken out of her trance, she picked up her canteen, taking the break she had sat down for in the first place. She thought of her fatigue as water slid across her tongue and down her throat, her aching feet, her sore muscles that weren’t quite used to fighting. With what she just did, the monster she defeated hours ago and the caves she endlessly trekked afterwards, she figured she would be more sore tomorrow.

Zelda stood back up, the Zonai sword and shield secured to her clanking as she did. The former was a black blade, wavy and adorned with swirls of green while the latter was a shield of circular shape, dark green with an emblem of the dragon Faron engraved into the tough metal. The dings and scuffs from her fight wouldn’t go away soon.

She gathered the provisions she had left into her pack, securing the canteen when she heard a whisper echo along the cave.

Her head popped up quickly and her eyes widened.

A chill went down her spine, one she hadn’t felt in what seemed like a very long time, when Link was beside her and they didn’t know at all what was before them.

She assumed excited heavy breaths, smiling. She was closer than she thought.

“Link!” She exclaimed, turning her head where she heard the whispers.

“Link!” She repeated as she ran with a great haste along the tunnel. The green Hylian text that ebbed more and more paid her no mind as she continued to run. Nothing would stop her.

Tears streamed down her face at the mere thought of the reunion, but the green text was getting thicker, and as she raced down the tunnel, down the familiar stairs as memories of caution started to flood back to her, she saw why.

Zelda stopped with a shaky inhale when she saw him, laying on an altar motionless.

Behind him was the ground, cracked and buckled, and she could see the hole where she fell all that time ago. But only he mattered.

“No,” she whispered as she ran to his side. She shook her head as she looked at his condition. “No.”

He was colored completely in that bright green, his entire body infected by it, gold bands entrapping him. What was once just spreading amongst his right hand had become his entire body.

Zelda looked particularly at his left hand, gone completely. Hylian text was ebbing the rest of his arm away. Zelda shook her head in denial that soon the rest of him would be gone as well.

It didn’t matter that Ganondorf was defeated for good, the curse thrust upon Link to become the hand to seal Ganondorf was well on its way.

She had failed.

Her tears fell as she started to sob, her nose sniffling.

And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess.

Zelda heard her mother’s voice clear in her head, but it only seemed to make her cry more, Zelda clamped her eyes shut and bowed her head, her shoulders shaking.

“True love is reciprocal,” Zelda said. “Mother, he…he doesn’t love me.”

And, as he leaned down and met his lips to hers, it was their true love that awoke the silent princess.

Zelda blinked her eyes to focus on his face, coated in that green, that turquoise. She brought a hand to pet his cheek. It burned her hand with how cold it was but she paid it no mind.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered as her eyes flitted closed, Zelda kissing him with a deep hope in her heart.

She inwardly refused to withdraw after the first second, knowing that the kiss being unsuccessful was a pain she wouldn’t be able to bear. Zelda continued to kiss Link and the color returned to him, the blue of his tunic, the peach of his skin, the brown of his hair.

Zelda withdrew as his eyes opened to hers and her heart swelled with relief. Her smile was the first thing Link saw.

“Zelda!” He said quickly, sitting up and hugging her, his head sinking into the crook of her neck. They both clutched each other. “You fell. You…you…”

“I know,” Zelda said petting the back of Link’s head. “I’m here.”

“What happened to the corpse? To Ganondorf?” Link said, withdrawing, in his eyes an inquisition that searched hers.

Zelda chuckled, bowing her head.

“Sometimes the princesses need to save themselves.”

Link’s lips parted in his surprise before they broke into a smile.

“It wasn’t easy,” Zelda continued. “But to get back to you…I would have done anything.”

Zelda’s hand smoothed down to his left arm. With concern she looked down at it, handless. She touched tentatively the way his arm ended at his forearm.

“If I had come sooner…”

“No,” Zelda heard Link say before he took his hand to her chin and forced her gaze to him.

“It’s just a hand,” Link said. “As someone who was and is willing to die for you. It’s a small price to pay.”

His expression shifted with a new train of thought.

“How…how did you wake me up?” Link asked. “That curse…I thought I was done for.”

Zelda blushed. She gave a small smile in her hesitation.

“True love’s kiss,” she said, her eyes meeting his.

Link showed barely a reaction, merely staring.

“You don’t believe me,” Zelda said. “You don’t love me.”

“No!” Link insisted, his one hand taking hers. “No, I…I do. I just didn’t think you would find out like this.”

He released a chuckle, tightening his grip.

“You have all my heart,” Link said. “And now that we’ve finally brought peace to Hyrule for good, we can have our happy ending. Our house in Hateno, the castle, anywhere you want to go, I’ll follow if you’ll have me.”

“As long as you’ll take mine,” Zelda said. “My heart…it belongs to you.”

Link nodded quickly before surging forward and kissing her again.

And so they new, in every next moment, that they were living happily ever after.

#botw #zelink #botw 2 #breath of the wild #breath of the wild 2 #breath of the wild sequel #zelda #link #ganondorf #tloz #the legend of zelda #nintendo please #is it wrong for me to write the ending of a game I know nothing about

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The Reylo Writing Den ( @thereylowritingden ) recently celebrated its one year anniversary, and part of our celebration included a fic exchange! The theme this time was what makes Reylo special to you and what you’ve come to love in the fics that you’ve read or written. Favorite tropes or one you’ve wanted to see done, an idea you’ve been wanting to read, a twist on the first Reylo fic you fell in love with, etc.

Because of the theme, we got a huge variety of fics written submitted by over forty extremely talented writers. Please enjoy and support our lovely and giving authors <3

+ fic is mature/explicit

* fic is a WIP/ currently incomplete

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+ Night Music by @thelastmorozova for @3todream3 : Kylo getting it on with Rey while still wearing his gloves and helmet.

+* This Game We Play by @midnightbluefox for @sand-its-everywhere : Rey’s always thought her roommate was attractive, but when she catches him with only a towel on, a contest slowly ensues to see who can drive the other more insane as time goes on.

Or, where Rey and Ben are both idiots in denial and refuse to give in.

+* Red Letter by @ohwise1ne for crossingwinter : His old name—the one no one calls him anymore, no one even knows—stretches in bold lettering across the front of the envelope.

There is no record of that person living in this apartment building. Ben has made sure of it.

They’ve found him anyway.

When Ben is summoned to be bonded with a compatible Alpha mate, everything he’s worked for comes crashing down—especially when she turns out to be the rising protégé of his enemy.

+* When Little Somethings Overturn Everything by CaffeinatedJediRey for @rrwilson66 : Rey's got it all: fantastic friends, a great mother, and a promising tenure-track job as a history professor. Yet, on the eve of her 31st birthday, Rey finds herself wondering where her life's headed while she's eating by herself after a conference presentation.

Ben Solo, a rival professor from her department, joins her for dinner after seeing her dining alone. He turns out to be more than she expects.

Let's just say things will not go the way Rey thinks they will.

+* Clear Skies by @eveningeyes for CaffeinatedJediRey : A handsome smuggler is found sneaking through Starkiller Base, and to Kira Ren's dismay, Snoke hires the guy to take her to find Leia Organa's secret Resistance base.

INTERGALACTIC ROAD TRIP 2019]

+ A Five Percent Chance by @sand-its-everywhere for @hellomelusine : Ben is alone, and he likes it that way. He keeps to himself, and doesn't really want or need a relationship, but that doesn't stop his mother from trying to set him up with random people... until one day she sets him up with his childhood best friend... and both of them make it their mission for this to be the worst date ever... after all, they've got one hundred dollars promised to them by Leia if it is.

Blushing PINK by @tazwren for @kylotrashforever : Ben Solo is struck by a beautiful girl, for the first time in his life, but has no clue how to talk to her. Enter a friend who gives him highly questionable advice.

Or - how Ben Solo bought bags of lingerie for a non-existent girlfriend!

+ Fucking PINK by @tazwren for @kylotrashforever: Ben and Rey and all those bags of lingerie he bought.

Or - how Ben Solo is a virgin no more.

+* Delicate Matters by @kylotrashforever for @erney007 : His senses trickle back in, and he realizes something is covering his face. Reaching, he snatches the gauzy material that he recognizes is lace of some sort, holding it out in front of him and squinting his eyes.

What the fuck?

He knows without a doubt, with one hundred percent certainty, that he did not have a woman here last night.

So why the fuck is there a pair of women’s underwear on his face?

In which something falls into Ben’s lap (or more accurately his face) that he didn’t expect.

+* is this a sacrifice? by @deadlikemoi for @kylosgirl9593 : "What are you giving up for Lent?" The question is posed to Rey by a friend of Rose's, a girl who goes by KK, and Rey has to search her mind for an answer.

That is the problem with going to a University that is religiously affiliated; most people assume that you follow that same tenet without bothering to ask, and it has gotten her into trouble more than a few times.

"Rey's not—" Finn tries to save her, it is a valiant effort, but the filter between her mouth and her brain is undergoing routine maintenance and a few words squeak through before she can stop herself.

"Sex. I'm giving up sex for Lent."

+ Bobbing Along by @polkadotdotdotreylo for @sweetkyloren : Ever since an incident as a child, Rey has had a fear of the water.

When your boyfriend owns a pool, who better to teach you how to swim?

+ A Poetic Match by @commandercrouton for @polkadotdotdotreylo : It didn’t matter who was here at the moment. The only thing Rey could focus on was that scent. Her wide hazel eyes circled the room as she tried to see the one who was emitting those delectable pheromones. How was no one else in this room reacting? The smell was making her crazy, and she dug her nails into her skin. She would know this scent anywhere.

She found him frozen by the podium, staring at her with the same look she knew she was giving him. She felt her thighs clench in anticipation as memories of their last, and only, time together filled her brain.

“Rey, is everything okay? Your scent...shifted,” Poe inquired tentatively.

“What?” she asked, not willing to take her eyes off the man in front of the room.

“Why is Professor Solo staring at you like you killed his pet cat?”

At this statement, Rey looked at Poe, realization dawning on her. No, not this, anything but this. This wasn’t a professor. He was something entirely different to her.

Alpha.

+* By The Moonlight by @my-jedi-life for @eveningeyes : Kylo Ren is being hailed as the "next Stan Lee" in the world of graphic novelists... but he holds a secret. His books are really about his life.

Rey Kenobi is an up and coming journalist who lands the interview of a lifetime with Kylo Ren.

* Black Ties & White Lies by @happilyeveraftereveryday for @looc-at-me : The plan was simple. Sneak in, kick Paige's ex-boyfriend's ass, then sneak out. But Rey did not plan on arguing with an unfairly hot but unsurprisingly elitist Greek god of a man while looking for said ex-boyfriend, especially when he took offense to her refusing to dance with him for some reason.

And she definitely didn't plan on kissing him.

Or how a masquerade party leads to unexpected actions, feelings, and consequences, along with Ben Solo's Cinderella dashing away without even leaving him a shoe behind. Nevertheless, he's determined to find her.

+* Your Eyes (Are Holding Up the Sky) by @em-is-writing for DagaGada : Ben Solo life is falling apart (as much as one high school senior's life can) - he's failing Pre-Calculus, has been put on academic probation, and can't play on the basketball team until he pulls his grades up. When he's assigned a tutor, he thinks this will be an unmitigated disaster. Life has other plans.

+ But Not To Me by @littlethingsfic for ArdeaJestin : “…Ben?”

He memorizes every detail of her face — flushed cheeks, creased brows, dark eyelashes, wisps of loose hair — framed by the eerie quiet of their destruction. His body is restless like it might burst at the seams, thrilled and dazed by her, by their conquest, by their…

He searches for the words to say but everything sounds wrong. He charges in and decides not to say anything at all,

“Rey, I don’t care about the kriffing fleet —”

He grabs her and kisses her hard.

+ Cheers to Phasma’s Flaming Vibrator by @3todream3 for @rakefiree : An unfortunate office fire has caused renovations, and the ever punctual Ben Solo has to share an office with Rey Johnson with whom he has a history. He just wish he could remember what he did to piss her off. She apparently doesn't like him much and annoys him with Candy Crush and other little things, not letting him get any work done. Being cooped up in the small office is going to be the death of Ben. What on earth could happen when tempers flare and hormones go crazy???

+* Seven Days with my Toes in the Sand by @erney007 for @em-is-writing : Memory in his dream, emptiness in his hand, with his toes in the sand. Will she be the one who shows him how to love again?

Desert Magic by @roguesinside for @spiegatrixlestrange : He was hungry, always so hungry. He sweated through the sheets when he dreamed of the desert sun. Shivered under piles of blanket when the sand was lit only by the moons. He tried to magic up an apple, a glass of cool water but the lifeforce around him was so dim that the simple charm wasted away in the desert sand.

The dreams saved him.

+ Oh Captain, My Captain by @elleren31 for @littlethingsfic : In the midst of the Civil War, telegraph officer Captain Samuel Beckwith returns to Washington D.C. and is immediately taken by a beautiful young farmwoman. But love in a time of war can be difficult, especially when you work for the President of the United States.

Historical accuracy AND inaccuracies. Earns its rating later on.

+* Royal Blood by @sweetkyloren for @deadlikemoi : Rey has lived on the streets of Aldera for as long as she can remember but when an aide to Queen Leia takes Rey under her wing she finds herself living a life most can only dream about.

In the years that follow, Rey soon finds herself falling for her two best friends who also happen to be the two heirs to the throne: Ben and Kylo.

+ Ready For It? by @rrwilson66 for @elleren31 : A tale as old as time, the story of a beast of a killer and a beautiful thief fighting to be together.

+* Unrequited by @rakefiree for @reyloandotherfandoms : Ben loves Rey. Rey loves Ben.

He thinks she loves someone else. She thinks he knows how she feels and doesn't reciprocate the feelings.

What happens when they are trapped in the same house for a weekend?

Welcome to Ben and Rey Pain Train! We have a dog... and stuff.

+* Swipes and Seduction (a tinder AU) by @galaxytrueffle for @tazwren : “Ben.” Was still a faceless and detail-less individuum on tinder. Thus he needed to add his career, height and a little text- before rounding up his introduction with a photograph.

Ben. Corporate lawyer. 189 cm.

What else was there to say about him?

“Hi. I am Ben. 32 years old. I work as a tax lawyer for a well known automotive company. My wife died and now I am a single parent- I work all the time and have literally no hobbies beside working out, one weekly WoW session and spending time with my child on the weekends. Oh- and I haven’t had sex for ages. So if you are interested- match me?”

That is what he should have written- the reality.

But- this was the internet...he didn’t have to be so honest. Especially not in the beginning.

.....

IT’S A MATCH!

You and Rey<3 have liked each other.

+* Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost by @loveofescapism for @reyloner : “Okay, what if you do find them and they send you away?”

“They won’t.”

“How do you know that?” he asked, and for once he looked like he was genuinely curious to hear her answer. Which, if he wasn’t pissing her off so much, she would have answered much nicer than she did.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m their daughter?” she said sarcastically, “They had a good reason for giving me up, you’ll see.”

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Rey is traveling the world to find her birth parents after her guardian Maz passes way. She was excited to rediscover herself and more importantly, where she came from. The only thing she wasn't excited about, was the fact that Ben Solo was tagging along for the journey, his pen and notebook in hand.

+ A wonderous place for you and me by @kylosgirl9593 for @galaxytrueffle : It's Ben Solo's 30th birthday and his friends decide to throw him a little 'Party’ Rey however has a few *special* presents for Ben. ------------ Ben laid on the ground, hands up in surrender. Rey had one foot on his chest, pinning him down to the ground, he could easily take her down, but he had to accept his defeat.“You had to know this was coming. You just had to. You couldn’t run from me forever, Solo,” she said as she pointed the gun to his chest. She smiled in victory. “Game over.” She pulled the trigger and the green laser beamed through the barrel. The sound of Pac-Man dying filled the room.

+ Close Encounters by @deedreamer for @loveofescapism : It’s like Rey's own personal porn reel is playing against the inside of her lids. Her body is reacting without her permission.

She sucks in a breath and re-crosses her legs, suddenly feeling a tingling sensation at her center. Her nipples harden and strain against the fabric of her bra and the silky material of her shell is cool against her belly, making the sensation even more extreme.

Rey feels her chest and cheeks flush, and she wonders if she looks as hot and bothered as she feels. Because that would be really embarrassing. She’s a professional, for God’s sake.

+* Don’t You Forget About Me by @rebelrebelreylo for @my-jedi-life : He wrote the letter ten years ago, but it’s still burning a hole in his pocket.

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Dear Mr. Skywalker, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are.

You see us as you want to see us… In the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions.

But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain…

And an athlete…

And a basket case…

A prince…

And a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely — The Breakfast Club.

—

A Breakfast Club AU with not-quite-neat-parallels written for MyJediLife for the Reylo Writing Den Anniversary Exchange. (Yes — Rey is more Bender than anyone else.)

+* A Year of Me and You by crossingwinter for @kylolita : “After you move in with one another, give yourself six months to like one another again,” Maz says, looking at Rey seriously through her bottlecap glasses.

“I’m not going to fall out of love with—”

“No, no. Not love. Love’s not got anything to do with it, child. Like.”

Non-linear vignettes of various length, set during the first year Rey and Ben live together.

Ben’s Body by @shewhospeakswiththunder for @thelastmorozova : AU. Rey is an up and coming sculptor specialising in human shape and form. Her new next door neighbour has a body to die for and she's determined to preserve it in marble forever. Now she just has to convince dashing and reclusive Ben to model for her.

Preferably naked.

+* Sounds of Passion by DagaGada for @rebelrebelreylo : The Sound of Music Modern AU. The two actors meet in the theater production. He's Von Trapp and she's Maria. He's a big star who got roped into it by his mother, who owns the theater. She's fresh out of Juilliard.

Will they go past their hate at first sight? What if the heated fight turns into something different but equally heated? Will they find passion for theatre and each other together?

* Grabbing Your Attention in Detention for @shewhospeakswiththunder by @ashtyntaytertot : Ben is a troubled teen in high school and Rey doesn't like him because of that, but he likes her. A lot.

+ Let Me Put My Darkness In You by ArdeaJestin for @terestriel : Hux catches his boss composing love poems, attempts to wreak havoc, and wonders why smartphones don't exist.

+* At the Stroke of Midnight by @bunilicious for @midnightbluefox : He knew.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning, and it was only the warmth of his hand on her elbow that kept her upright. How else could she explain the determination beneath his soulful gaze?

He was iron, wrapped in the finest velvet.

“Rey,” Ben spoke at last, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yes, she wanted to scream. I am the masked woman who waltzed with you underneath the moonlight. The one who ran away when the clock struck twelve. The one who lost her shoe at the foot of the stairs.

But he had to say it first. He had to.

“Rey.” He took a deep breath, eyes fixed upon her expectant face. “I need you to help me find her.”

Her dreams were made of glass. And in that moment they had shattered.

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A REYLO VICTORIAN / CINDERELLA AU

+* Ravenous by @aknightofwren for @bunilicious : 38 ABY. Nearly four decades since the Battle of Yavin. The greatest of all great wars has finally come to an end. The Resistance has been disbanded, allowing those seeking comfort and security among their ranks to finally pursue the lives they had always dreamt of. But something sinister is lurking in the lush greens of the Forest Moon of Endor, something that not even the Skywalker's could have seen coming.

+ Shape of you by @looc-at-me for @deedreamer : Ben Solo has been babysitting a group of grumpy old men who are often referred to as immortal rock legends for nearly two years and he's at his wits end. Deciding to spend the last concert of The Vaders worldwide tour on the ground floor with the other fans instead of backstage, Ben manages to meet a brown-haired beauty and they instantly connect before a family secret resurfaces.

+* Refuse Me by @kylolita for @aknightofwren : It’s the most contact she’s received in years, since her Grandpa was still alive.

This Alpha’s touch is electric, completely unfamiliar but just what she needs. Her eyes automatically find his, they are molten brown, and everything in her wants to examine those eyes forever and-

What am I doing? some sensible part of her screams at herself. Whatever he bids, another part answers.

Rey’s plan to live her life to the fullest as an Alpha falls apart when a classmate discovers her secret.

* And There You Were by @reyloandotherfandoms for @happilyeveraftereveryday : The phone rings in the middle of the night, and it's some man Rey doesn't know, demanding to speak to someone whose name she does not recognize. Why she doesn't just hang up on him is beyond her.

But she doesn't.

+* Love Potions and Legalities by @hellomelusine for @ohwise1ne : When Kylo Ren, best Law Enforcement Warlock on Leia Organa-Solo's team, is tasked with apprehending a girl, untrained, but blatantly brewing and selling illegal love potions, he's less than enthused, the task beneath his station. What he expects and what he gets are two wildly different things when he finally breezes into Rey's shop in the desert town of Niima, Jakku.

+* Kingdom for a Kiss by @reyloner for @commandercrouton : “His name day is only moonturn away — there’s to be a great feast in his honour. And, best of all, a tourney he’ll be sure to compete in. He’s a good jouster — I have faith in his victory.” She leans in, a sly smile working alighting her elegant features. “Winning make men bold. It warms the blood, inflates their egos. It makes my Husband insufferable and my son want to celebrate.”

“Oh.” Rey frowns. “How can you be sure he’ll win?”

“I cannot.” Leia admits. “But I can hope.”

Lady Rey Kenobi, the last surviving member of a once great house, is to wed the future King of Naboo.

Only, Prince Benjamin Amidala seems determined to avoid her at all costs - even in consummating the marriage.

+* No Deliverance by @orkindofamazing for @ashtyntaytertot : Kylo Ren had seen beauty, witnessed the splendor of creation and the power of destruction, was well acquainted with desire and longing. Yet none of it compared to the strength and beauty of the tempest he was witnessing here.

The only thing he understood with any degree of certainty was the fact that he inexplicably wanted to be closer. In a trance-like state, he advanced, and his feet seemed to move across the ground of their own volition.

Kylo Ren wasn't very good at being a demon, but then he hadn't been a very successful angel, either. However, when he is sent to tempt and bind an immortal named Rey, it's a challenge unlike anything he's faced before.

+ Art for You Octopi My Heart by @spiegatrixlestrange for @orkindofamazing : An art gift for an amazing person.

Every single one of these fics was so wonderful and we are so lucky to have such talented people in our discord server! A huge thanks to everyone who participated, we can’t wait to do the next one!

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